Kayla shifted uncomfortably under their curious regard. "Well. Um. This is kinda awkward."
Mark raised an eyebrow, and Kristen just frowned, starting to look concerned.
"See, Aaron kinda asked me out for this weekend," Kayla blurted out.
"Okay," Mark said slowly. "Why's it awkward?"
Kayla didn't answer him. She was too busy staring anxiously at Kristen, who just asked quietly, "What did you say?"
"I said I'd have to check with my mom. I'll tell him no, if you want me to, Kris."
"Do you want to tell him no?" Kristen asked, as Mark watched the two of them thoughtfully.
Kayla thought about if for a few seconds, then said, "If it bothers you, hell yeah. But if it doesn't... well, he is rather sweet, and no one's ever asked me out before. It would be fun, I guess." She shrugged. "Not that there's a heck of a lot to do around here."
"I guess... I think it would be okay. With me, anyway," Kristen said. "As long as you don't, like, decide you don't want to see me anymore."
"Never," Kayla said firmly. "Not ever, under any circumstances. No one is worth that."
Both of them blushed suddenly, looking away from each other and fidgeting nervously, the unspoken feelings behind Kristen's words hanging between them. Mark watched, wondering if he should say something, but not wanting to add to Kristen's very obvious discomfort. He wanted her to admit to her feelings, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of any way to say that without putting pressure on her, so he just reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, feeling her tremble slightly.
Kayla broke the tense silence, "So, it's okay? I mean, it really is okay with me if it's not. Just tell me."
"No, it really is okay," Kristen said. "I... will you come over afterwards?"
"If you want me to."
"Of course I want you to!" Kristen sounded shocked, and a bit hurt, too.
"Kris, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," Kayla said, reaching for her free hand. "I wouldn't ever push you. You know that."
Kristen nodded. "I know. You're not. You don't," she said, then bent over and kissed her. The kiss went on for a long time, and the girls slid their arms around each other and fell sideways onto the bed, embracing each other tightly. Eventually, they broke for air, and Kristen said, "So, anyway, it's okay with me."
She looked over questioningly at Mark and he nodded. "And me," he said, still with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Hmm?" Kristen asked, cocking her head.
"Oh, I was just thinking," he said. At their curious looks, he clarified, "How we'd approach him for... you know."
"Oh, that," Kayla said. "Any way at all, really. I mean, he's got it bad, Mark. Um... you might want to keep that in mind, too."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, he's really sweet. Really sweet. And shy. It'd be easy to hurt his feelings if you were unclear on things," Kayla said.
"Things like what?"
"Like exactly what you were, y'know, offering," she said.
Mark cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
She sighed, remembering his blind spot, and said, "I mean, don't lead him on, Mark."
Mark blinked. "You're saying that he'd be looking for something more serious than just having sex?"
"Yeah," she said. "Unless you were really clear right from the beginning that sex was all you were offering."
He looked at Kristen, who was staring at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Um. Maybe we shouldn't then," he said. "I mean, I'd hate to hurt him."
"Well..." Kayla said, "The thing is, he'd be delighted to have anything at all. I mean, just because you can't have filet, that doesn't mean that a cheeseburger isn't good. You'd just have to be aware that the possibility existed, y'know?"
Mark looked at Kristen. "Up to you, love?"
She looked really confused at that. "Why?"
"Um, because you are always going to have the right to say no to something like this, love," he said.
"Well, yes, I can understand that," she agreed. "And I'm not saying 'no'. But I won't make you either. I mean, if you're just doing it because you thought it was a turn on for me, that would be... I wouldn't want you to. It wouldn't be right."
He shook his head. "I'm interested, love. It's not just you. I mean, I've never done anything like it before. I'm willing to try anything once."
"Um... I could talk to him, about it, maybe," Kayla offered hesitantly.
Mark looked at her thoughtfully. "That's another question," he said. "How well can he keep a secret?"
"Mark, if he didn't keep it secret, they'd kill him," Kayla said seriously. "He'd have as much at stake as you would. I think he mainly asked me out to tone down the rumors about him being gay."
"Good point," he admitted. "Okay. Talk to him about it."
Kristen stared at him, shocked, as Kayla asked, "Um... how much should I tell him? I mean, it's up to you guys."
Mark looked at Kristen questioningly, and she bit her lip. "Uhhh, I don't know? I mean... what if he freaks out?"
Kayla shook her head. "He won't. He's... um. He's got a secret, too. I can't tell you without his permission, but he won't freak out. Trust me on this."
"I see," said Mark, with a raised eyebrow.
"I..." Kristen hesitated. "Wh-whatever you think is safe, Mark. It's up to you."
He thought for a moment, then nodded and looked at Kayla. "Okay. Tell him what you think he should know."
"I don't know what he should know. That's why I asked you." Kayla shook her head in exasperation. "You're the adult, remember? We're just innocent schoolgirls."
Mark rolled his eyes, but let the 'innocent' pass. "You know him better than I do," he pointed out, but she looked stubborn, so he sighed. "Okay. You can tell him we're together, and that I'm interested in playing with him. I'm not sure... how would he react if she started glowing, and he hadn't been told?"
Kayla snorted. "He'd probably think she was a goddess incarnate. But yeah, if he seems willing, I should probably tell him."
He nodded, and looked at both of them. "And... is it going to just be me and him, or all of us, or what?"
With a bright blush, Kayla turned a questioning gaze on Kristen, who squirmed.
"Y'all always look at me for the hard questions!" she protested. "Um... what do you want, Mark?"
He grinned at her. "Well, don't you know what the other major fantasy of most guys is?" he asked teasingly.
"I thought it was two girls together?"
"That's the first major fantasy," he said. "The second is D.P."
"Huh?" Kristen stared at him in blank incomprehension, but Kayla blushed bright red.
"Double penetration," he explained.
Kristen frowned uncertainly. "Like... ?"
Mark reached down, touching her with two fingers, pressing them lightly against her cunt and ass, and her eyes got wide. "Oh!" she said.
"Um." She frowned. "Ow."
"Ow?" he asked.
Kristen said, "That just sounds really uncomfortable."
He kissed her gently. "Love, some women like anal sex. It doesn't always hurt, you know. Only when you don't take enough time or use enough lube."
"If you really want to, we can," she said. "I just don't really want to."
He looked at her, surprised. "Oh! I wasn't trying to pressure you, love. I just wanted you to know." He grinned. "Or I could do down on you while he's in you."
She blushed again, the red almost neon-bright on top of her glow.
"You'd like that?" he asked with a smile.
She swallowed hard and nodded, avoiding his eyes.
He ran a finger across her nipple. "You'd probably really like it if I didn't stop when he came, wouldn't you?" he murmured. Her nipple hardened instantly, and she shivered. Beside them, Kayla drew a sharp breath.
Mark smiled, looking at the two of them. "Do you want to watch him slide into my ass?" he asked teasingly.
Kayla licked her lips, her grey eyes growing hot, but Kristen looked uncertain.
He reached out and caressed her hip. "Remember how much I liked it when you slid your finger into me?" he asked.
"That's different," Kristen said. "Fingers are small."
He looked at her, hesitating a moment, then said, "Love... I've had things larger than your finger in there. Like a dildo. I liked it."
She looked away from him nervously, and gave a little shrug.
Mark frowned thoughtfully, then smiled and turned to Kayla. "Would you run and scoop some Crisco onto a saucer and bring it back?"
She didn't ask him what it was for, just said, "Um... you sure? Here?"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, um, mess and stuff."
"Oh, I'll get a towel," he said. "It's not that messy."
She licked her lips again, then looked at Kristen who was frowning nervously before answering. "If you're sure, okay." She got up and started digging through their pile of clothes, tossing Mark his pants so he could fetch the towel while she went after lube.
When he came back, Kristen looked up at him. "Um. Love? What are you going to do?"
He spread the towel on the bed and sat down beside her. "I'm going to show you how to make me feel really good," he said, taking her hand in his and lifting it to kiss her fingers. "With these."
She still looked nervous, but didn't say anything as Kayla returned with a plastic cup of shortening. He lay back against the pillows and spread his legs, patting the bed between them. "Sit here, love," he said, then turned to Kayla. "You'll probably have the best view if you sit right behind her.
Kayla blushed, but nodded, and moved to where she could sit and peer over Kristen's shoulder.
He began to stroke his cock, looking down at the two of them. "Rub some of the Crisco on my asshole, love," he said to Kristen. "Push it inside."
"Um, okay," she said uncertainly. Tentatively, she complied, pressing gently. Kayla snuggled up behind her, kissing her shoulder and murmuring encouragement.
"Mmmm..." Mark said, closing his eyes. "Good... now slide a finger into me."
She carefully inserted one long, slender finger, and he gasped, his cock twitching in his hand. "Ohhh, that feels good." He stroked his cock for a little while longer, his hand moving slowly on the hard flesh, then said, "Now, add another finger."
She squeezed her fingers as together as closely as possible and slid two fingers inside him gently. His cock twitched again, and the head grew shiny, covered in precum. "Now another," he whispered hoarsely.
She shook her head. "It won't fit."
"Yes it will. Just go slow. Make sure it's covered in lube."
She bit her lip unhappily, then dipped her fingers in the grease and slowly slid them in. He gasped, twitching his hips upwards as the last joints stretched his ass. "Okay, whoa... that's enough right now." She watched nervously as he stroked his cock faster.
Kayla kissed her neck, breathing fast and heavy against her skin as she watched, then reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them gently.
After a minute or so, Mark said, "Okay, now fuck me with them." He moaned as she obeyed. "Ohhhh fuck yes. That's good love, so good... go ahead and slide your other finger in, too... Mmmm."
"Doesn't that hurt?" she whispered, her eyes wide.
He shook his head. "Not really. Burns a little, cause it's stretching, and I haven't done it in a while, but feels good, too." He shuddered. "Oh, gods, fuck me, love. Fuck my ass!"
She still seemed more concerned about accidentally hurting him than anything else, but Kayla was quite obviously turned on. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was rubbing her hard nipples against Kristen's back.
Kristen began to move her fingers a bit more, in and out, and he groaned. "Ohhh yes! Now fuck me, love, fuck me... more... that's right," he said as she picked up speed, pressing hard and deep, then sliding back out. He jerked off, his hand moving fast on his cock, and looked at her. "Do you like having your fingers in my ass? Does it turn you on?"
Kayla's hands moved up and down Kristen's body, exploring and teasing. Kristen licked her lips as her nipples hardened under the other girl's talented fingers. She moved her hand faster, reacting to his obvious excitement. "I... don't know. You liking it does."
"Oh... gods. Feels so good." He looked at her pleadingly and licked his lips, then stopped stroking his cock and bent it back towards her. "Please?"
She shivered, then bent forward, sliding her mouth over his cock hungrily. He sucked his breath in sharply and pushed his hips down against her hand, fucking himself on her fingers and trying hard not to come yet.
She stiffened suddenly, then moaned around his cock and slid her fingers faster in his ass.
"Wait!" he gasped. "Why... why don't you lick Kayla and fuck my ass while she fucks me?"
Kristen shivered, hard, and slid her head off of him. "Oooh! She's... busy! But... just... a... second!" She closed her eyes and moaned, and he looked down past her to discover that Kayla had slid down between her legs and started licking her pussy.
Mark moaned. "Or maybe she'd like you to do to her what you're doing to me. While... oh gods, ohhh fuck... while she had my... cock in her pussy..."
Kristen shuddered, and her chest flushed as she came, squealing, on Kayla's tongue. Then she reached around with her free hand and gently tugged on Kayla's hair. Kayla slid up willingly, her face flushed and sticky, and straddled him, facing Kristen.
Kristen reached for his cock, holding it, pressing it up into Kayla's hot, wet pussy as she carefully wiggled around until she was laying on her stomach between Mark's spread legs, her hand still moving in his ass.
As Kristen ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, Kayla slid her cunt down onto it, and he moaned loudly. Kristen lapped at Kayla's clit for a second, then pressed her tongue flat against Mark's cock and followed the other girl's cunt up the length of it. She alternated, licking his cock and Kayla's slippery little clit, and her fingers moved smoothly in his ass, responding automatically to his arousal as he fucked back against her.
He reached up, wrapping his hands around Kayla's waist, moving her, pushing her down hard on his cock. She moaned, her eyes locked on the motion of Kristen's arm as she fucked his ass, and started to come almost immediately, her tight little cunt squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses.
He didn't want to come, didn't want it to end, but Kayla's cunt was milking his cock, and Kristen's tongue and fingers were driving him crazy, and he was so damned close...
Kristen whimpered, moving her hips against the bed, and her other hand came up to play with his balls, and it was too much. He shuddered, his cock pulsing in Kayla's pussy, his ass clenching hard on Kristen's fingers as he came.
She kept licking as his cum started to squeeze out of Kayla's cunt, lapping at her slick cunt lips and his cum-smeared cock. Kayla squealed, squirming violently on his oversensitive dick, and he moaned. "Ohhhhh, gods...gods..."
Kristen giggled and finally drew away, sliding her fingers gently out of his ass and wiping them on the towel. Kayla fell backwards onto his chest, panting, and he wrapped one arm around her ribs to keep her from falling off, and lay there, shuddering.
He turned his head to look at Kristen as she lay down beside them. "That was good. Real good. See what I meant?"
She smiled. "Yeah, but you're a guy. Guys have prostate glands."
He shook his head. "That wasn't what was feeling so good. It was where you were stretching my asshole that felt good."
She looked at him worriedly. "You're sure you're okay? You're not hurting?"
"Maybe a little sore," he said. "It's been a while since I've done anything like that, and I got a little carried away. Worth it, though. No worse than sore muscles."
"Really?" She sounded surprised. "Huh."
He nodded, looking at her with soft, compassionate eyes. "There's a big difference between making love to someone -- giving them pleasure -- and rape, love," he said softly.
She looked exasperated. "I did it once voluntarily, Mark."
He shook his head. "How long did he take getting you ready? It took us half an hour to get all your fingers in me, and I've done it before. Bigger things than your fingers, in fact."
She shrugged. "I can't see it really making that much of a difference."
"Oh it does. A huge difference. You're stretching the area, love, and you need to do it slowly or it will hurt."
"I'll take your word for it," she said. "I don't particularly want to stretch that area."
He reached over and pulled her close so he could kiss her. "Okay, love. If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'm not going to ask you to do anything you don't want to. If you ever do want to try it, though, let me know and we'll set aside a full night for enjoying ourselves."
She smiled shyly and nodded.
He reached down and tilted Kayla's head back, craning his neck awkwardly to kiss her. "Same for you, by the way. I won't spend less than a full night on it. You really need to be relaxed, so if I was doing it, I'd start with a nice, long massage."
She shrugged, rolling off of him to cuddle up to Kristen's other side. "I'm not totally opposed to the idea," she said, "but it's not something I'm in a huge hurry to try. Just regular sex is still new enough to me."
He nodded. "I wasn't trying to push you. I just wanted you to know." He grinned at them. "But do you think you'd enjoy watching Aaron fuck me?"
"I would," Kayla answered immediately.
Kristen nodded more hesitantly. "If it wasn't hurting you, I think so."
He traced the line of Kristen's jaw. "Would you like to give me a blowjob while he was doing it?"
She closed her eyes. "Mmmm... mmhmm!"
Mark smiled. "Or would you like to have me inside you?"
"Hmm." She shook her head. "No, then I couldn't see as well."
He grinned. "I see." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to fuck my ass, love?"
Kristen looked confused. "I just did, didn't I?"
"I meant with a strap-on, love."
She laughed. "I'd just feel silly, Mark."
Mark smiled and looked at Kayla inquiringly. She nibbled her bottom lip thoughtfully, and said, "Maybe. Don't know. Never thought about it."
He leaned over and stage-whispered conspiratorially, "Or you could do Kristen."
Kayla grinned. "Well, yes. But I'll admit it does seem kinda silly to think of using a rubber one when there's a perfectly good real one available."
"Hmm, point," he said. "But what if I'm not around, or y'all have worn me out?" He tried to look pitiful. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."
She snickered. "Then we'd best get all the good out of you we can while you last."
Kristen looked at him, wide-eyed. "Oh, Mark! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. I'm used to teenagers... are you okay? Do we need to have your heart checked?"
He stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious. Her face was the very picture of sincere concern. "I was joking, love," he said, at last.
She giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Me too."
He reached for her, his fingers tickling her ribs. "You are bad!"
She giggled again, squirming away from him. "Yep! That's me."
He kept tickling. "I'll get you for that... Help me, Kayla!"
"Help you?" she asked, amused. "Well, I guess you are too old and decrepit to do it alone." She dived in to help, and things proceeded naturally from there.
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