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 Story of Lizzie Ann! 
 by  Uncle Pervey © 
   
 I met a pretty young lady,  Everyone called Lizzie Ann.  I vowed to myself that I'd have,  This lady's beautiful can!    So I started my sweet talkin',  I told her "Honey, you're sweet!  If you will sneak back out tonight,  I know just the place to meet!"    She answered me "Oh you rascal!  You're just a sweet talkin' man!"  I told her "Darling I love you!"  She said "You just want my can!"    I had to smile at this vixon,  Cause she had figured me out.  My lust was oh so obvious,  It made her sweet red lips pout!    We talked for awhile then she said,  "I might sneak out just to see,  What you have in mind for my ass,  And what you can do for me!"    She grinned and she went back inside,  She gave her sweet ass a twitch.  It made my tongue and cock get hard,  Thinking of that saucy bitch!    It was so plain she loved teasing,  That suited me fine you know.  I'll undress that pretty young gal,  And I'll eat both of her holes!    The moonlight was shining when she,  Sneaked out of her house and came.  "Now take your clothes off" I told her,  "And we'll start our little game!"    As she unrobed she was gasping,  "I've never, done this before!"  I smiled and said "Don't worry.  It's your sweet ass I adore!"    I told her I'd eat her pussy,  Eat it so good she would cum!  She'd take no risk getting pregnant,  "I can't impregnate your bum!"    She hesitated then asked me,  "Oh won't that hurt, just a bit?"  I grinned and said "Don't worry!  "You'll feel so good you'll just shit!"    She giggled as I put my mouth,  On her pussy and began.  I sucked on her sweet vulva lips,  Tongue fucked her fast as I can!    Before too long she was moaning,  Grinding and humping my lips!  She started cumming and cumming,  I ate her cum from her hips!    As she lay gasping she whispered,  "That felt great, you made me cum!  Now I will keep our agreement.  Now you can have my sweet bum!"    The first thing I did was to reach,  And pull her cheeks wide apart!  My lustfilled eyes wanted to see,  That Rose-Bud that thrilled my heart!    I bent down and kissed it sweetly,  I caressed it, with my tongue.  I probed the little tiny hole,  I clamped my mouth and begun!    I sucked on and tongue fucked her hole,  I licked her asshole out neat.  I made her squirm with my tongue then,  I really began to eat!    I ate her sweet asshole hard and,  I ate her sweet asshole slow.  I had her gasping "Oh Jesus!  I'm cumming! Oh go man go!"    I worked my tongue like a piston,  Pounding inside a machine!  I pounded my tongue in her ass,  Her cum made her softly scream!    "Oo oh! Oo oh! That feels so good!  I'm Heaven bound" was her cry!  "Oh Baby," I whispered to her,  You're making my poor brain fry!"    ""Oh Lizzie Ann you're so pretty,  You're such a beautiful Lass!"  I laid down on top of her back,  And shoved my cock in her ass!    "Oh shit" she gasped "That is hurting!  You're splitting my tight asshole!"  I whispered for her to relax,  "I'll do it easy and slow."    I moved my cock inside her hole,  I felt the clinging wet heat!  Her asshole was milking my cock,  Grasping and squeezing my meat!    She moved her hips and then whispered,  "You're making me want to swoon!"  I started fucking her faster,  I knew I'd be done real soon!    Our fucking friction was fire,  My cock's burning her inside.  It started shooting out hot cum,  Filling her up like the tide!    "Oh, Oh," she cried "You are burning!  My asshole up with your cum!"  I gasped "I knew you would like it!  Like my hot cock in your bum!"    She moaned again when I pulled out,  "I feel so empty inside."  I told her "Don't worry Darling!  I'll do you again!" and I sighed!    That's the story of Lizzie Ann,  And how I fucked her sweet ass!  It's a tale of her sweet asshole,  This lovely pretty young Lass!! 
   
 by  Uncle Pervey © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Sex, Family, and Christmas 
 
 Ch. 01 
 
 by  PrincessErin © 
   
 My name is Anna and I have to tell you about how I survived Christmas with my family. I'm forty years old and my husband and I have decided we want children. I'm not sure why we waited so long but the long list of excuses always was more important. First, we needed to get married. Then we wanted a house, a car, a boat, and a cottage. Once we had those things we decided we wanted to spend time enjoying those things.    Before we knew it Jim had turned forty and I was close to thirty-eight. We did what all couples do when they want kids. We threw away the condoms and starting fucking like bunnies. It was great really. A year later, we still weren't pregnant so the parade of visits to the doctors began. The result was simple. We were both fertile but our timing was off.    I'm an engineer and I'm very good with details. I read up on everything I possibly could and decided that taking my temperature every morning along with checking how wet I was down there was the best solution. After two months, I knew exactly when I was ovulating but still no baby.    The next idea was to do an ovulation test. The first month I tested almost ten times a day and I was thankful that the local dollar store sold the tests in packs of three. I'm sure the woman behind the counter thought I was crazy, especially since I bought twenty dollars worth of tests at once.    November came along and I was fertile right around Thanksgiving. It was perfect since we just stayed inside all weekend and fucked like bunnies. Of course, two weeks later, the evil bitch called 'Aunt Flo' arrived and we were back to square one.    It wasn't until December fifteenth came around and my lovely mother called me up to ask me if it was O.K. if we were assigned to the cabin. My eyes went wide as I realized that I would be the most fertile right when we were at the cottage with my family.    Jim was a good sport about everything and he knew that he would be required to fuck me three times a day from December twenty-fourth until the twenty-sixth. We were all prepared or so we thought.    We did it in the morning and then packed up and drove the two hours to the cottage. My parents own a large lot on the lake and the house is winterized. Two years ago, my mother decided she never saw enough of the family so it was a great idea to invite everyone up for three days and two nights of family fun. This year the house was obviously very crowded. My parents were in their own bedroom. My two aunts and two uncles were in the two other bedrooms in the main cabin. We were the only other married couple so we got the cabin, which was really just a one-room building with windows on all sides and a bed. It was heated with a nice fireplace that my Dad had put in ten years ago.    The path from the cabin to the cottage is short so if it wasn't snowing we could run back and forth without having to put on layers of clothing. This was good because I hate the winter and would love my parents' cottage to be somewhere other then northern Ontario. Orlando, Florida would be a good place.    Along with the four couples there were also six cousins ranging in age from six to fourteen. They were all sleeping on the floor in the huge living room. My dad didn't measure very well when he built the addition thirty years ago. The living room can fit six couches and at least three televisions. My mom bought these blow up mattresses on sale so at least my cousins didn't have to sleep on the old worn couches.    We arrived and after saying hello to everyone, we decided that we had to do the deed for the second time that day. We went out to the cabin and realized that the heat wasn't turned on. Jim is great with fireplaces so while he did that I unpacked our things. As I pulled out our toiletries, I realized that we would need to run into the main cottage to use the washroom. This was not good considering there is only one bathroom for fourteen people. I needed to test a few times a day.    "Fuck!"    Jim spun around and looked at me. I was not normally this high strung but this whole baby-making situation was driving me crazy. "What's wrong dear?"    "I forgot my basal thermometer."    "Just borrow one from the bathroom." Jim walked over and ran his hands through my hair. I loved when he did that because it truly made me so aroused.    I nodded and kissed him. He kissed me back and soon we were under the covers doing it doggie style. I had pillows ready to put under my hips right after we both came and I winced as he pushed so deep inside me. We used to love when I was on top but that was no longer an option. The chance of his fertile cum oozing out of me was too great.    "Remember to make me cum right after you do. It pulls your sperm into my cervix." I had to remind him of these things. When we had sex, he would sometimes forget the main purpose of fucking three times a day. I wouldn't mind not having to orgasm but it was a requirement.    "Yes dear." I couldn't see Jim roll his eyes. He continued to plow into me and then screamed out as he came. I pushed back hard and moaned as I felt his cum shoot inside me. I imagined every one of his little swimmers moving towards my cervix.    "Make me cum." I hissed those words as I felt Jim's fingers on my clit. He was still deep inside me and after a few strokes I was climaxing. I cried out and collapsed on the bed. 
   
   
 
 Sex, Family, and Christmas Ch. 02 
 
 
   
 
 I lay on my back with pillows under my hips for the required fifteen minutes. During that time, Jim got redressed and got more wood for the fireplace. Once I was allowed to get up, I got dressed and we decided that we should go to the main cabin and actually spend time with our family.    My name is Anna by the way and I'm telling you how I tried to enjoy my Christmas holidays with twelve of my closest relatives. Jim had just fucked me and since we were trying to get pregnant, I had to make sure all his fertile sperm was swimming into my cervix.    We walked quickly from our small cabin to the main building. It was a short distance but it was still annoying. We entered and soon were immersed in the festivities. My aunts and mom were playing cards while my uncles and dad were chatting in the sunroom. The kids were playing board games although my oldest cousin was sitting with her nose in a book. We chatted with everyone and soon Christmas Eve dinner would be served.    Everyone had to help and we have to set up two additional tables to make sure all fourteen of us were sitting together. The tables took up the living room, dining room, and part of the sunroom. We ate, chatted and I was impressed my mother had not yet mentioned anything embarrassing.    As the last of the dishes were being cleaned, I snuck into the bathroom and did two things. The first was to take one of the ovulation tests. The line was light pink but nowhere near to the control line. I knew that meant that I was going to ovulate soon and so there was no question that we were going to have to have sex again tonight. I also searched through the drawers and found the thermometer. I would need it for tomorrow morning to take my temperature although I was a little worried that using a different one would affect my graph.    I stepped out of the bathroom and was approached by my mother. Now my mother is nice and everything but she drives me crazy. I'm an only child and so she tries to spend all her time helping me out.    "Anna! We have barely said hello. How are you doing?" My mom glanced down and saw that I was holding the thermometer in my hand. My heart was beating fast. "Why do you have the thermometer? Are you feeling all right? Do you need to go to bed?"    "No mom. I just need a thermometer." My voice was low, hoping that no one in the house could hear the conversation. This was not something I wanted other people to hear.    "But why? Are you sick? Tell me."    I rolled my eyes. I could never lie to my mother and I wish I could. I whispered under my breath. "I just need to take my temperature tomorrow morning, that's all."    My mom's facial expression went from concerned to confused. "What?"    "Jim and I are trying to get pregnant and I have to take my temperature in the morning to see if I have ovulated." I was practically mouthing the words. I could feel my face getting red and I was trying to look for Jim, or one of my aunts. I needed someone to rescue me from this insanity.    "That's fantastic. Listen everyone. Jim and Anna want to have a baby. That wonderful!" My mother had screeched in my ear and was now screaming at the top of her lungs. I wanted to sink into the floor and die. She dragged me to Jim and then hugged both of us tight. "I knew there was a reason I stuck the two of you in the guest cabin. Go have sex. We won't miss you."    I looked at Jim and both of us couldn't put our boots on fast enough. We practically ran to the cabin and slammed the door shut.    "She drives me crazy." I was so mad yet I knew we would need to have sex at least once before bed. Jim walked over to put more wood on the fire. That's when I noticed he was staggering a bit.    "How many beers did you have?" I was breathing so hard. I was getting increasingly angry by the minute and I knew exactly what he was going to tell me.    "Five. Six. Yeah." Jim was drunk. He was a fun drunk but the problem was that he rarely could get a hard on when he was intoxicated. I glared at him.    "I tested and the line was a light pink. We need to have sex. Get undressed and lie on the bed."    "I'm so tired. Can we just do it tomorrow morning?" Jim was whining but was still undressing. I knew he wasn't going to argue with me. He finally lay back naked on the bed, his cock half hard.    "Jerk off. I need you hard. I'll even ride you tonight." I was desperate and finally as he got somewhat hard I climbed on top and started riding him. His eyes were closed and so I slapped his chest to keep him awake.    "Don't you dare fall asleep until you cum." I was furious now but we had to do this. We had to have sex otherwise we might miss that small window of opportunity. Finally, he grunted and came. I barely felt my pussy flood with his cum but I was satisfied.    "Night." Jim pushed me off him and rolled over. I slid my legs together and then lay on my side as I fingered myself to an orgasm. I fell asleep hoping that his sperm had reached my awaiting egg. 
   
   
 
 Sex, Family, and Christmas Ch. 03 
 
   
 I woke up and felt the familiar feeling of Jim's tongue on my pussy. I moaned and spread my legs wider. I didn't open my eyes, deciding instead to just lay back and enjoy. The room was a little cool but that meant my hard nipples just got harder.    "Morning" I whispered.    Jim looked up and smiled. "Good morning baby. Do you want your Christmas present now or later?"    "Oh fuck!" I screamed out and accidentally kicked him in the shoulder. "Temperature!" I sat up in bed and reached over to fumble for the thermometer that I had placed on the night table. I had to take my temperature before anything else and now the reading was probably going to be wrong.    By the way, my name is Anna and I'm trying to get pregnant. I wouldn't say that I'm obsessed with fertility. I like to say that I have a healthy knowledge of how best to get pregnant. I stuck the thermometer in my mouth and watched as Jim rubbed his shoulder then sat on the bed. Thank goodness the thermometer was digital and within two minutes it beeped. I pulled it out of my mouth and saw the number.    "Good. I still haven't spiked. You may continue."    "Thanks. So do you want your Christmas present now or later?" Jim was smiling which meant that whatever he got me was good. I knew that the rest of my family was in the main cabin opening up presents and that after we exchanged our own presents we would get dressed and go over and open more gifts. I was at my parent's cottage for Christmas and since my lovely mother had invited so many family members, Jim and I were banished to the guest cabin. It wasn't that bad really. It was one room with a fireplace along one side. It could be very romantic and sensual if there was actually a bathroom.    "Later". I leaned over and kissed him softly. It was a sensual kiss and then I reached down to stroke his cock.    "Can you give me a blow job? It's Christmas."    "You know I can't. The saliva will kill the sperm. I promise the moment I'm pregnant I will suck your cock for days, weeks, the whole nine months if you want. Right now we need to have sex."    I watched as Jim rolled his eyes but then pushed me gently on my back and guided his cock inside me. He had a great cock. I remember the first time we had sex it hurt a bit. I was a virgin so I'm sure that didn't help things. H loved when I told him how great his cock felt inside me. It stretched me and I felt so full. He thrust in and out of me. I was close to cumming but needed to wait until he came.     "I think you might like your present now." Jim was grinning and so I nodded. I watched as he climbed off me and then went over to the dresser where two gift bags were. One was for him from me. The other was for me from him. The rest of the presents had been brought into the main cabin and were placed under the tree when we had arrived. He walked over and placed the bag next to me. He slid back inside. I loved the feeling of him inside me for the first time. It always felt so good so he did that a few times. He would slide his cock all the way out, tap the tip of his cock against my clit, then slid it back inside. I whimpered and watched as my juices coated his cock.    I watched as he began to gasp for breath. He gripped my hips and began to pound my pussy. I loved when he went hard so I just let him fuck me. He grunted and then came inside me. I smiled.    "Here's your present." Jim handed me the gift bag, his cock still deep inside me. I opened it up and then looked confused.    "Hat and mitts?" Inside was a pair of red gloves and a matching hat. I was so confused until I saw the look of complete fear on his face. The only other time I had seen that look was when I was eighteen and thought I was pregnant. I smiled now, thinking how ironic it was.    "Fuck!" Jim slid off me and I felt his fertile cum oozing out of me. I had not placed pillows under my hips yet but that was not my concern.    "That's your mother's present. I mixed them up."    "So?" I was so confused until he explained.    "I bought you a pink rabbit vibrator for Christmas." 
   
 by  PrincessErin © 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 At Peak Lodge 
 by SamScribble © 
   
 I could have flown. But flying at Christmastime is always such hassle. Full flights.  Expensive  flights. Everyone trying to sneak aboard double their allocation of carry-on baggage. All tripping over one another. Chaotic airports. And even after putting up with all that, I would still have needed to hire a car at the other end. So I decided to drive.     I set out shortly after nine o'clock on Christmas Eve morning. By 10:15 I had got as far as Enfield, where I stopped for gas. I was still on the outskirts of Enfield when the first sploshes of soft snow started to fall.    Getting from Enfield to the other side of The Divide I had two options. I could go through Old Man's Gap, or I could take the road through Cooper's Pass. In some ways, it was six of one and half a dozen of the other. But the weather forecast that morning had suggested that Old Man's Gap might be in for a serious dumping of snow, so I headed for what I hoped might be the lesser of the two evils. And there was also another reason for choosing Cooper's Pass: Peak Lodge.    Peak Lodge was originally built as a coaching stop. After a horse-drawn coach had made its long slow journey up to the top of the pass, the passengers would have been more than ready for some refreshment and a chance to stretch their legs. And, with the passengers off feasting on yeasty bread and slices of mutton and bacon and slabs of fruitcake, the coachman would have a chance to hitch up a fresh team of horses for the second leg of the journey. With the end of horse-drawn coaches, Peak Lodge struggled on as a sort of 'tea room with a view'. And then, goodness knows why, given its location, it was acquired by an eccentric Austrian chef who spent a small fortune turning it into a boutique lodge with an award-winning restaurant.    By the time I reached Hamberly, which I guess marks the start of the long climb up to the top of the pass, the snow had set in. It wasn't that heavy. But it was steady. The cops had set up a checkpoint just outside Hamberly and they were turning back any vehicles that didn't look to be equipped for the conditions.    'You should be OK,' one of the cops told me after he had checked the snow tyres on my four-wheel-drive SUV. 'But drive carefully. Drive to the conditions. And keep an eye out for the snow plough.'    'Thanks. I will,' I assured him.    My plan was to make it to Peak Lodge in time for a leisurely bite of lunch. From there it would be pretty much all downhill to Millerton. And, if the weather forecasters were anywhere near right with their predictions, by mid-afternoon the snow should have given way to light rain -- and maybe even a spot of sunshine.    I pretty soon caught up with the snow plough that I had been warned to look out for, but that was about the only other vehicle on the road. Whatever was ahead of me going up the hill was already too far ahead for me to see it. And, after a while, there was absolutely nothing coming back down the other way -- which, the more I thought about it, seemed kind of strange.     I arrived at Peak Lodge almost spot on midday. From the road, Peak Lodge looked like the remains of a small castle surrounded by some of those scrubby pines that you tend to get up above the snowline. I pulled off into the car parking area and wondered for a moment or two if the place was actually open for business. I was pretty sure that their website had said 'open seven days a week'. But maybe they had decided to close for the Christmas-New Year period. Oh, well.    I got out of the car and hastily made my way to the Lodge's big wooden front door. One firm push, and there was a soft click, and the door opened. It seemed that the establishment was open for business after all.    'I thought for a moment there that you might have been closed,' I said to the rather attractive (but worried-looking) woman who was hovering in the reception area.    'Well ... umm ....'    I waited for her to continue.    'The thing is ... Herman and Krista went down to Millerton first thing this morning, and apparently there has been a slip or something. And Marcus and Louise are with them too.'    I knew that Herman and Krista were the owners of Peak Lodge, and Herman was also the award-winning chef. I had no idea who Marcus and Louise were.    'Did you want coffee or something?' the woman said.    'I was hoping for some lunch,' I said.    'Lunch. Oh. Yes. Well ....'    'Is that going to be a problem?' I said.    It was at that point that the phone she was carrying rang. She answered it and, while whoever was at the other end apparently did most of the talking, her frown got deeper and deeper.    'Herman,' she said when she rang off. 'They can't get back. Maybe not until tomorrow. The road's closed.'    'The road to Millerton?'    She nodded.     'Damn.'    'Not just snow. A big slip. You know ... an avalanche. With rocks and stuff. It's going to take a while to clear.'     And then her phone rang again.    'And the road through to Hamberly is also closed,' she said after a brief conversation. 'A big slip at Cottley's Corner.'    'I've just come from Hamberly. That's where the cops had their checkpoint. And Cottley's Corner? Is that where the road does that sharp right-hander? And then there's a dip? And a narrow bridge?'    The woman nodded.    'So which way will I need to go when I leave here?' I asked.    'Umm ... you can't,' she said. 'Not really. You're stuck. Well, for now anyway. There's only one road. And now it's blocked at both ends.'    'Oh.'    'Yes. Umm ... right. Lunch. Let's see,' she said. 'I could probably cook you a steak. And maybe a salad. Or perhaps an omelette. Ham and cheese? Mushroom? Something like that? I'm not really a cook -- if you see what I mean. Herman is the chef. Marcus is the sous chef. And when we're really busy, either Lucinda or Darren comes in. But they both live in Hamberly. So, of course, they're not going to be able to come today.'    'Is there anyone else here?' I asked.    The woman shook her head.    'Just you and me?'    'Umm ... yes,' she said. 'Sorry.'    'No, no. Hardly your fault,' I said. 'Unless, of course, you're the local weather god.'    'What?' And then she said: 'Oh, no. I see what you mean.'    'Well, given that it is just you and me,' I said, 'why don't you take me to the kitchen and we'll see what we can rustle up? I assume that you probably need something to eat too. And I'm sure that we can manage  something  between us. By the way, I'm Tom.'    'Noelle,' she said.    'OK, Noelle. Lead the way.'    But she didn't. She just stood there. Frowning.    'Something the matter?' I said.    'Umm ... it's just that Herman doesn't really like other people in his kitchen.'    'Yeah, but Herman's not here is he?'    'No. I suppose not.' And, albeit a little reluctantly, she led me out the back to Herman's beautifully set up kitchen.    'Right,' I said, stepping into the chiller. 'Let's see what we have.' Actually, the chiller was very well stocked. I guess with the Lodge being a bit out of the way, Herman made sure that he had plenty of stuff on hand. 'The salmon looks good. Do you like salmon?' I asked.    'I do. Although I'm not sure how good I would be at cooking it.'    'That's OK,' I said. 'If you could just pass me one of those trays and some tongs.' I selected a couple of salmon steaks and half a dozen green tiger prawns.    'What can I do?' Noelle asked.    'If you could just twist the heads of these prawns and then peel the tails -- and then we'll put the heads and the peelings into a small oven-proof pan.'    While Noelle dealt to the prawns, I got a pan on to the heat and put one of the ovens onto high. Next I found a couple of small bricks of dried fine-cut noodles, some rosemary, some basil leaves, and a bottle of Chinese-style oyster sauce. I put the noodles in the bottom of a medium-sized bowl and covered them with boiling water.    After that, I inspected the salmon for pin bones, trimmed the ends, and generously salted the skin.    'Are you a chef?' Noelle asked. 'You're doing stuff the way that Herman does it.'    'A chef? No. I'm a lawyer. But my parents owned a pub. I guess, today, we'd probably call it a gastro pub. As a kid, I often helped out in the kitchen.'    Noelle nodded. 'Right.' (I think that she found the idea that I had been in a proper kitchen before somehow reassuring.) 'OK. What now, chef?'    'We'll just add the salmon trimmings to the prawn heads, and the whole lot can go into the oven for ten or 15 minutes.'     The dried noodles were starting to plump up nicely, so I drained off the first lot of water -- which was now cooling -- and covered them again with fresh boiling water.    'I'm assuming that there will be some garlic somewhere? And perhaps a few dried chilli flakes?'    Noelle went into the other part of the kitchen and returned with a head of garlic and a jar of chilli flakes. 'OK?'    'Perfect.' I smashed a couple of bulbs of garlic with the flat of a knife and threw them into the oven with the roasting prawn scraps. 'Right, now I think we need some wine,' I said.    'Cooking wine?'    'No, drinking wine. Maybe a pinot gris.'    Noelle frowned.    'Or even an unoaked chardonnay. Up to you. You're going to have to help me drink it.'    'Herman doesn't let us drink while we're working,' Noelle said.    'Very wise,' I said. 'Health and safety and all that sort of thing. You'll just have to stop working. Take the rest of the day off. It's not as if you're likely to have any more guests today, is it? In the meantime, Herman probably wouldn't want you upsetting the one guest that you do have: me.'    Noelle frowned briefly -- but then smiled and nodded. 'Pinot gris? I'll see what I can find.'    While Noelle went in search of wine, I checked on the roasting prawn heads. They could have done with a little longer in the oven, but the aroma was starting to make me hungry, so I took them out and deglazed the pan with a generous slosh of Herman's excellent chicken stock. I added a sprig of rosemary and good pinch of chilli flakes, and put the pan on the back burner to simmer for a while.    'Something smells good,' Noelle said when she returned with a bottle of wine.    'That'll be your prawn heads.'    'Are we going to eat them?' she asked.    'No. But we are going to eat their essence.' I grabbed a sieve and separated the flavour-infused liquid from the now-exhausted husks. Next I rinsed the excess salt off the salmon steaks and patted them dry. 'Right. We just need to cook the salmon and the prawns ....'    Cooking the salmon steaks was just a matter of putting them, skin-side down, into a hot pan with a little bit of oil. The prawn tails I briefly poached in the stock.    'Nearly there,' I said. 'Where are we going to eat?'    Noelle smiled. 'Well, since you are the VIP guest today, I think it will have to be one of the tables overlooking the terrace. The view from there can be quite spectacular.'    'Perfect,' I said.     I grabbed a couple of warm serving bowls, drained the now-reconstituted noodles, and placed a small pile into each bowl. The salmon skin was getting nice and crisp, but the flesh probably needed a minute or so in the oven.    Meanwhile, I whisked a couple of generous spoonsful of the oyster sauce into the reducing stock and checked the seasoning. 'Hmm ... maybe just a tiny squeeze of fresh lime juice.'     And then it was just a matter of arranging the salmon -- skin side up -- on top of the noodles; placing three prawn tails beside each salmon steak; and gently pouring in some of the deliciously pungent prawn and oyster broth. 'Oops! Almost forgot. A little chiffonade of basil leaves. And there we are. What shall we call it?  Salmon Noelle Noel , perhaps?'    'Are you sure you're not a chef?' she said. 'I think Herman would probably give you a job.'    'You bring the wine,' I said.    To be fair to Noelle, she had said that the view from the table overlooking the terrace  could  be spectacular, not that it  would  be spectacular. By the time that we sat down to eat our  Salmon Noelle Noel , it was snowing so heavily that we could barely see beyond the edge of the terrace.    'So how did you end up here at the top of the world?' I asked.    'I answered an ad. I was a school teacher. English and geography. But I wanted to take time out to try to write a novel. Working here seemed like a good idea. In exchange for being on call as required, it gave me somewhere to live and time to write without too many distractions.'    'And how is it going? The novel.'    Noelle laughed. 'Well, I started with a hiss and roar, wrote about fifty thousand words, and then I decided that all of the characters were really rather boring, and if I didn't care about them, why would anybody else?'    'Oh.'    'Yes. Oh.'    'So, do you have a rescue plan?'    'I'm working on one. I promised myself a new year and a new start. That was about a month ago. Now the New Year is only a bit over a week away. Still, I'm normally pretty good with deadlines.'    Even I had to admit that the  Salmon Noelle Noel  was pretty nice. While looking out at the mounting pillows of snow beyond the window, I wondered, albeit briefly, if we should have chosen a pinot noir rather than a pinot gris. But the pinot gris was still pretty good.    'Cheers,' I said. 'Here's to a white Christmas.'    'I think they all tend to be white up here,' Noelle said. 'The first dusting this year was almost a month ago.'    'And this is not a dusting,' I said.    'No.'    It was at that point that her phone rang again. 'Oh, hello, Herman. What news?' she said. And for the next couple of minutes, Noelle just nodded. Then she said: 'Well, we have one guest. Tom. He came for lunch. But I guess he's going to need a room.' And she looked across the table.    I nodded in confirmation.    'OK, Herman. Don't worry. We'll manage. Somehow. You guys look after yourselves.'     Noelle pressed the End button on her phone and shrugged her shoulders. 'Herman says that they definitely won't be back until tomorrow. At the earliest. Oh, and he also said to give you the Vienna Suite.'    'Is that good?'    'Well, it's probably the Lodge's only six-star room.'    'With a six-star price tag?'    'No, no. Herman says it's FOC. But he's a bit worried about how I will feed you. I think he's worried about his online reputation. He doesn't want you bombing him on TripAdvisor or wherever.'    'I think we'll manage,' I said.    'That's what I said -- although, I didn't mentioned that you had actually made the lunch. Oh, and Herman says that I should put the closed sign up. Not that anybody is likely to come knocking. And, in the unlikely event that they do, then we're hardly going to turn them away, are we? Still, it's Herman's Lodge. If Herman wants the sign up ....'    'And I should phone my sister,' I said. 'I'm certainly not going to be there for Christmas Eve supper. Well ... not for Christmas Eve anything.'    'Does your sister live in Millerton?'    'She and her husband have a farm just out of Tarnsville.'    Noelle frowned.    'You keep going through Millerton and then follow the river almost out to Buckley Heads.'    'But first you have to get to Millerton,' she said.    'Indeed.'    'And that's now not going to be today.'    We finished our salmon and put a serious dent in the contents of the wine bottle.    'That was really nice. Would you like me to make some coffee?' Noelle asked. 'I think I can just about manage that.'    'Coffee would be great. Why don't you do that, and I'll just give the kitchen a bit of a tidy up.'    I had just finished loading the crockery and cutlery into the dishwasher, and I was starting to scrub the pot and the pan that we had used, when I realised that Noelle was standing watching me.    'Are you married?' she asked.    'Married? No. Why? Are you?'    She shook her head. 'But I might reconsider if I could have a husband who would tidy the kitchen and do the dishes.'    'Pick me,' I said, jokingly. 'I can load dishwashers with the best of them. Although we might have to have a slightly smaller kitchen than this.'    Noelle laughed. 'Yes. And I'm not sure that we would need a separate dining room. Certainly not one with quite so much furniture anyway.'    'Agreed. Friends to supper is all very well, but not 30 friends. And definitely not every night.'    'I'll take the coffee through to the sitting room,' Noelle said. 'We may as well enjoy the log fire.'    I finished up in the kitchen and then, as I passed through the reception area on my way to lounge, I noticed that my car -- which had the carpark all to itself -- had almost disappeared under a bank of snow. I decided that I had better go and grab my bag before the snow got any deeper. I was definitely going to be spending Christmas Eve in the Vienna Suite. No ifs, no buts.    When I got back inside -- having grabbed my bag -- Noelle was once again on the phone. And, once again, it seemed that it was the person on the other end who was doing 99 percent of the talking.    'Stop worrying, Herman,' she said eventually. 'We'll be fine. Go and find somewhere nice to take Krista for supper. It's Christmas Eve. Remember? And stop fretting. I'll look after Tom. I'll make sure that he's properly fed and watered. I'm sure he'll give you the best TripAdvisor rating ever.'    'Is Herman still worrying?' I said when she had rung off.    'Well, he's like that. He likes everything to be just so,' Noelle said.    'Fair enough,' I said. 'And it is just so. Just perfectly so.'    And it was. The wine at lunch may have had something to do with it, but I felt as if Noelle and I were off on some kind of adventure. Two strangers -- thrown together -- all alone in a mysterious castle -- on the top of a mountain -- in the middle of a snow storm. Oh, and it was Christmas Eve. All the ingredients for a gothic romance. Not that I'd ever read a gothic romance -- unless you count  Wuthering Heights .    'Herman suggested that I should roast you a duck. Not now. But later. You know ... this evening. He didn't think that would be too difficult.'    'Really?' I said. 'I'm very fond of duck. But, to be honest, I'd be just as happy with a plate of sandwiches or something like that. We could have a picnic in front of the fire.'    Noelle looked relieved. 'Shall I take you to your room?' she said.    When Noelle had said that the Vienna Suite was probably the Lodge's only six-star room, I could see what she meant. It certainly wasn't over the top. But everything about it was 'just right'. It struck me as being the kind of bedroom that you would have in your own house -- if you had unlimited time and unlimited budget. Oh, and unlimited space. It was more than twice the size of my bedroom at home. 'Very nice,' I said. ' Very  nice. I'd ask what the rack rate is; but if I'm not paying, perhaps it's better that I don't know.'    'Probably. Nevertheless, I thought that you might like it.'    'I do.'    'I'll leave you to unpack,' she said. 'If you need anything ... well ... just shout.'    'Thanks.'    I unpacked my stuff. And then I briefly sat down in the deep-burgundy leather Eames-style reclining chair and used my phone to see if I could find an updated weather forecast. When I next opened my eyes, it was pitch black outside. I glanced at my watch. It had gone five. Oh, well.    'Sorry about that,' I said, when I re-joined Noelle in front of the big log fire. 'I just sat down for a couple of minutes -- can't remember why -- and I must have fallen asleep.'    Noelle smiled. 'Well, it's not as though you had to be anywhere, is it?'     When I had arrived, earlier, Noelle had been wearing a plain black tailored dress of the type favoured by smart hotels. While I was napping, she must have changed because now she was wearing a soft, silky Christmas-red top teamed with a full, silky skirt. The skirt had a random gold pattern on a dark navy background. It all looked very festive. 
 'You look very nice,' I said.    'Thank you.'    'Are we going to have a party?'    She glanced at her watch. 'We could do. Herman suggested that I should offer you a glass of Veuve Clicquot. Veuve Clicquot is Herman's go-to wine for all celebratory occasions.'    'What a splendid fellow your friend Herman is.'    'There's a music system hiding in that cupboard over there,' Noelle said. 'Perhaps you could choose us some cocktail music while I go and find the champagne.'    I must say that Herman -- or someone -- also had pretty good taste in music. I chose a David Benoit album. Noelle returned with the Veuve Clicquot -- and I managed to open it without spilling a single drop.    'To the holidays,' I said, raising my glass.    Noelle smiled. 'And to strangers who come knocking.'    'Could have been worse,' I said. 'You could have ended up with a whole coachload of Bulgarian grandmothers, none of whom spoke a word of English.'    'Oh, I'm not complaining,' she said. 'I'm rather glad that you decided to drop in. You must do it again sometime.'    We chatted on about this and that. And sipped our champagne. And I too had to admit that I was rather glad that I had dropped in -- albeit that I had been expecting to leave again an hour or so later. But how else would I have met the lovely Noelle?    And then I did something that I think surprised both of us. I know that it surprised me.    I got up from my chair and grabbed the champagne bottle with the intention of topping up Noelle's glass. But instead of topping up her glass, I leaned down and kissed her neck. Noelle made a sound a little like a surprised puppy. But she smiled.    'I'm sorry,' I said. 'Not sure what made me do that.'    'Don't be sorry,' Noelle said. 'It felt very nice. You could do it again if you want to.'    'Do it again? Umm ... yes. Yes, that would probably be a good idea, wouldn't it?' And that's what I did. And before I finally got around to topping up her wine glass, I also kissed her softly on her lips.    I would have kissed her again after I had topped up her glass had it not been for that fact that we were both distracted by the sound of the front door opening and closing.    Noelle frowned. 'I thought that I had locked that,' she said. 'Don't tell me that we have more stranded travellers.'    Noelle got up to go and see who it was. And then I heard her calling out 'hello' -- not as greeting, but as a question. 'Hello?'    'That's funny,' she said, when she returned. 'The door was still locked. I knew that I had locked it. But you heard that, didn't you?'    'I think so,' I said. 'It certainly sounded like the door.'    Noelle frowned. 'Yes. I'd better go and have another look.'    'I'll come with you,' I said.    We both went out into the reception area and looked around. There was definitely no one there.    'That door is definitely locked,' Noelle said. 'See? The electronic lock is showing red. The only way to unlock it is with one of the electronic keys.' She reached behind the reception desk and produced a small black object about half the size of a matchbox. She pointed it at the door and, with a soft clunk, the tiny light on the electronic lock turned from red to green.    'I'll just have a look outside,' I said. I opened the door and took a couple of steps out into the snow-covered parking area. There was no sign of anyone. No vehicles. No tracks. No footprints. And it was still snowing. Even near the door, the snow was about 30 centimetres deep. 'No. No one,' I said.    Noelle locked the door again.    We looked in the office behind the reception area, and the bathroom off to one side. No one. And there was no sign of anyone in the kitchen. Or in the dining room.    Noelle was still frowning. 'Strange,' she said.    'Oh, well ... must have been a ghost,' I suggested.    'Don't joke,' she said. 'Herman is convinced that this place is haunted.'    'Haunted?'    'So he says. By the ghost of a coachman who had too much rum and fell to his death from the lower terrace.'    'Not recently, I assume.'    'No. Not recently.'    'Come on. Let's go back to the fire. That was cold out there.'    Noelle and I had just returned to our chairs beside the fireplace when the lights suddenly flickered and then dimmed.    We looked at each other.    And then I saw a stocky figure, in a long oiled-canvas coat and a top hat, walking -- or perhaps it would be more accurate to say stumbling -- towards the dining room.     'Am I imaging this?' I asked.    Noelle shook her head. 'It must be the coachman. Herman said that he wore a top hat.'    We both got up and walked to the arch that divided the lounge from the dining room. The 'coachman' was shuffling, tottering, stumbling, towards the terrace. And then he simply walked -- silently -- through the closed French doors, out into the snowy night. Perhaps 20 or 30 seconds later, there was the mournful wail of a man, calling for help, but already resigned to the fact that no help would be forthcoming. Or was it just the sound of the wind?    'The ghost?' I said.    Noelle was shaking. 'I suppose so.'    I put my arm around her and steered he back to the warmth of the fire. But this time we didn't sit down. We just stood there -- me with my arms around her.    'Are you OK?' I said.    'I will be,' she said.    And then we kissed again. Well ... it was bound to happen.    'We could ... umm ... take our drinks upstairs,' I suggested, not knowing how she would react.    She nodded. 'Yes. We could. And we probably should. We're going to have to sooner or later.'    'Shall I ...?'    'Thank you,' she said.    I gathered up our glasses and, as we left the lounge, Noelle looked -- perhaps a little anxiously -- in the direction of the front door.    'It is locked,' I said. 'The red light is definitely on.'    And the light was also on in Peak Lodge's only six-star bedroom. It was lit up like a latter-day Crystal Palace. But not for long. Noelle ran her fingers over the touchpad on the wall near the door and, as if by magic, everything changed. Drapes silently shut out the night. The bright lights gave way to soft lights. And there was suddenly gentle music playing. Elgar, I think. Or possibly Vaughan Williams. Or maybe neither of them. Who knows?    'There. Better?' Noelle said.    'Yes. Much better. Thank you.'    And then, without further ado, we were undressing each other and smothering each newly-exposed area of the other's body with kisses.    But I guess that the greater part of the foreplay had already been played out in our minds. Almost as soon as Noelle's knickers hit the deeply-piled carpet, I was gently-but-firmly pushing her back onto the bed, spreading her legs, and starting to explore her pink crevice with my tongue. And then, maybe a minute or so later, I was lining up the head of my rapidly stiffening cock with her wet and waiting tunnel.    'Oh, yes,' she said. 'Yes.'    I took that as a yes. 
   
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 A third entry from me for the Winter Holiday competition. It turned out a tad longer than anticipated, so rather than opt for the First Time category, I might plump for Novels and Novellas (6 points in the Survivor contest if I put it in N&N). We'll see where it ends up.    OK, in this one, John -- a twenty-two year old virgin -- stumps up cash for a visit to a brothel. When he gets there he gets a surprise, a very pleasant Christmas present.    You might find [more] errors and typos [than usual!] in this piece. Sorry, but due to the deadline for the comp. and the fact I didn't start this until a couple of days ago, it might come across as a draft rather than a finished product. Again, apologies if that's the case, but I do hope you enjoy my offering all the same.    As per usual ... feedback! Send feedback.    OK, I'll STFU now and get this down the wire to Laurel.    GA -- Langkawi, Malaysia -- 6th December 2012.     John Elphinstone had second thoughts, pinprick darts of doubt. Should he go through with it? Sitting in his flat on the outskirts of Guildford, as he sipped his morning coffee, even as he doubted he knew, deep down, despite the fear, that he'd pick up the phone and make the call. John examined, yet again, the scrap of paper with the phone number scrawled across it. His stomach flipped with excitement, sexual anticipation tickling deep in his viscera and tingling in his balls when he thought about the potential that number held.    It had been a whim, scribbling the number onto the back of an old ATM receipt. He'd seen the columns of adverts amid the lurid pictures of half naked women when he'd picked up the newspaper -- if  The Daily Sport  deserved that appellation, the scandalous, near pornographic rag of titillation -- and, after his eyed had scanned the columns of carnal promise, while a curiously dark sensation fluttered in the pit of his stomach, John saw the dialling code of his own area leap from the page.     Exclusive service offered , he read.  Elegant lady in luxurious surroundings .    Two numbers were also given. One being a mobile, with the second showing a landline prefix code of: 01252. John, with a deliciously wicked slither of excitement and fear and sexual arousal sliding through his guts, committed the six remaining digits of the phone number to memory. Feigning nonchalance as the train rattled and shook, carrying him homeward from his job in London, he left it a full three minutes before jotting the number onto the blank reverse side of an ATM receipt he found in his wallet.    Now, at midmorning on Christmas Eve, with four days of holiday between him and the daily commute, he sat in the flat and contemplated his persistent virginity.    "It's getting ridiculous," he muttered to himself. Eying the ATM receipt again he steeled his resolve. "Elegant lady," he murmured, enjoying the mental images that description conjured in his head. That single word,  Lady,  put him in mind of a classy, sophisticated woman, more mature in years, finely ripened and experienced enough to unveil the mysteries of the flesh to one so callow and naive as himself.    At the age of twenty-two, John had somehow hung on to his virgin status, or rather his virginity had clung to him like a nasty rash. He'd tried, oh how he'd tried to slough off the chrysalis of that pure state and emerge from the cocoon; but something always went wrong. He didn't think of himself as bad looking, but he was neither here nor there, no Brad Pitt, sure, but not the Elephant Man either. Nondescript, bland, the sort of man who would make a good real-life spy, the grey man nobody noticed in a pub or on the bus. Unfortunately women didn't notice him for the same reason.    John failed to attract women with looks or presence, but his main problem wasn't a lack of personality, it had more to do with projection. He lacked self-confidence, and this shortcoming, to which he was blind himself, had come about because of his shyness and lack of daring. This in turn meant failure to find a girlfriend through a series of embarrassing, tongue-tied encounters that, by the time he hit his twenties, became a self-fulfilling prophecy. John expected to be knocked back in his attempts to chat up the ladies, and as a result, he was.    His hand trembled as he reached for his mobile phone.    ***    Jenny Standing parked outside the One-Stop and, once inside, bought cigarettes and a lottery ticket. The girl behind the counter smiled from beneath the seasonal, infuriatingly ubiquitous, red cap trimmed with white faux fur.    "Happy Christmas," the cashier said, smiling as she took the ten pound note from Jenny's fingers.    Jenny could have snorted right in the girl's face as she passed over the money and waited for her change. She didn't get it, couldn't understand why people got so fucking crazy over Christmas. When she'd been a kid it had been different, of course, but now, with her fortieth birthday looming, with no husband, no kids, and working at what she didn't even class as a real job, Jenny felt the weight of anxiety over her future settle even heavier on her shoulders than usual.    "Fucking Christmas," she muttered to herself before offering the young woman behind the counter one of her professional smiles. Jenny could turn it on when she had to, in her line of work the charm was expected, part and parcel of the trade. Not that many of the men she serviced cared what went on in her private life; they just wanted her for her looks and her body. The guests, as they were euphemistically known, who visited the house -- a large detached near-mansion of a place in affluent Surrey -- didn't even know her real name, let alone what went on inside her head.     Most of the punters would be at home with wives and families in readiness for Christmas Eve parties, and the day ahead for Jenny would more than likely be a washout, but Avril had asked her to come in, so there she was, buying her fags on the way to work.     "I need a girl to come in," Avril had said. "Would you mind? I it would be absolutely tiresome with one of the others. You know what they can get like. It would be a miserable day with one or them, a constant litany of complaints about working Christmas Eve." Avril had grinned and added, "And we could have a couple of drinks if things are quiet. Have ourselves an office party as it were."     Jenny loved the way Avril spoke, her drawling diction told of a moneyed background and expensive education. A world apart from foster homes and comprehensive schools Jenny had endured.    Two years earlier, when Jenny first started at Avril's house, the matronly woman with her large bosom and honey-blonde hair -- Dyed of course, darling, but you know the saying about blondes having more fun -- candidly revealed the reason she engaged in the trade she did. "I simply adore cock," Avril had said. "A friend of my father's, a very wicked man ..." she added, eyes gleaming with devilment at the memory. Avril had even squirmed a little in her seat as she went on. "Just remembering gives me tingles," she said. "Anyway, a friend of Daddy's seduced me on my twenty-first birthday, darling. He fucked my virgin cunt and then, over the next year or so, used me as little more than his sex slave. No love in it whatsoever, not on his part anyway, bit of course I was smitten with him ... And the filthy things the bugger did with me ... What he  made  me do ... God it was an exciting, horny time."    Jenny, feeling obliged to reveal a little of her life's history after Avril's crude recollections, had replied with, "I got into the game when I got behind with rent. A neighbour of mine in the block of flats I ended up in told me about how I could make some money." Jenny shrugged as if her introduction into a life on the bash was of no consequence at all. "You know how it is, Av." She regarded the other woman for a moment and then barked a laugh. "Or maybe you don't. Not with your background." Jenny lit a cigarette and continued. "Anyway, I worked out of this shitty flat in Colchester. I was nineteen when I went on the game. It was actually one of the punters who suggested I do some escorting. He said I could earn a lot more than I was making in a pokey flat on a scrubbers estate." She lifted her shoulders in another shrug. "And here I am now working for you." Jenny gestured with a sweeping arm at the opulence of her surroundings, "Working in a decent house, for you, Av."    Avril smiled at Jenny. "Thank you," she said. "I'm pleased you think it's a decent house. I do try." She chuckled then, adding, "I wonder what Daddy would say if her were alive to comment on my little hobby? I don't doubt he'd be surprised to know I've invested some of his fortune in a house of ill repute."    Now, two years later and Jenny still worked at the house. She did escort work a couple of evenings a week. It paid well, exceptionally fucking well, truth be told; plus she got wined and dined and saw a bit of how the other half lived.    Avril, at forty-three, despite running the house, still worked when the fancy took her. OK, she might not be willowy and winsome any longer, but she still attracted the eyes of men who liked their women ripe and rubicund. Not every day, she didn't swan around in stockings and corset and lethal heels no matter how sexy and rude those garments made her feel every day, these days she was content to play the Madam, answering the phone and greeting the guests at the door, calming the nervous and making it clear to the more boisterous that she wasn't a woman to be trifled with. Sometimes though, when in a dirty frame of mind, she enjoyed dressing for sex and riding some anonymous young bloke's big cock.    Avril had asked Jenny to come in because she knew the woman didn't have anywhere to go or anyone to be with that Christmas. "You could always stay over with me." She'd invited, knowing Jenny had no one at home who would be waiting for her. Just like Avril herself in fact, and to stave off a lonely Christmas Eve, she invited Jenny to stay for the duration.    Jenny had shrugged and accepted with little comment when Avril had asked her to work and extended the offer to stay over. She hadn't anything better to do after all, and she knew from experience that Avril would be decent company. They could crack open a few bottles of wine and get merrily sloshed together.    "Thanks, Av," Jenny had replied, warming to the idea. But when she'd woken up that morning the reminder that, despite Avril's invitation, she was still all alone, with middle age charging towards her like Santa's fucking sleigh, loomed large.    And the bloody weather didn't help her mood either.    Out of habit from long years of practice, Jenny smiled at the One-Stop cashier. "And a happy Christmas to you too," she said brightly.    It had started raining during Jenny's brief interlude inside the shop, a fine mist of dampness more than proper rain, an invidious spray that somehow snuck inside clothing and soaked a body worse than a real downpour.    Sighing, Jenny unwrapped the packet of cigarettes. She opened it and then lit up, taking a deep drag while peering from the beneath the protective shelter of the awning at the dismal scene in front of her. Cars passed, tyres hissing against the oil-black tarmac as they slowed to negotiate the speed bumps. An elderly man holding a futile umbrella in defiance at the damp, misty air walked past with a reluctant Jack Russell following behind at the end of its lead. The entire sky seemed low enough to touch as it glowered with grey, sullen menace.    The Jack Russell glanced at Jenny huddled in the doorway as it trotted past. Jenny almost burst out laughing when she read the expression on the foxy little muzzle and sad-eyed dog. "Merry fucking Christmas," the dog's face seemed to convey. "I wish I was indoors instead of out for a walk with this sad twat."    There's always someone worse off. Jenny brightened, her mood lifting slightly when she thought about spending Christmas day with Avril. "Fuck it," she muttered, sighing resignedly at the rain. She flicked the half-smoked butt into the gutter. The tab-end floated away in the rush of rain water as Jenny strode quickly to her car. Thirty minutes later she heard the gravel crunch under the car's wheels after turning into the driveway of the big house.    Avril opened the back door as Jenny approached quickly. The front door was for Guests only, and all the girls, even Avril herself used the door at the rear of the house. "The tradesmen's' entrance," Avril had christened it with a bawdy laugh.    "We've got an hour," Avril said, "an eleven thirty appointment."    "So much for a quiet day, eh?" Jenny responded as she shrugged out of her coat.    Avril took Jenny's coat and hung it on a hook behind the door. "He sounded quite nice on the phone. One of the nervous brigade." Avril shrugged her shoulders. "He might turn out to be a no-show, he didn't sound too confident on the phone."    "What does he want?" Jenny asked.    "An hour. Full personal. Fancy a wine while you're getting dressed?"    An hour, a cigarette and two glasses of Merlot later and Jenny was ready for work. She sat in the lounge on the ground floor of the house, an anachronism from some dinner party at midday in her evening dress, stockings and shoes. Wispy tendrils of hair fell loose from the fastenings holding her long blonde tresses in place.    "That collar looks sexy, Jenny," Avril commented as she poured yet another glass of wine.    "It's supposed to, Av," Jenny grinned, relaxed and in a more mellow mood thanks to the alcohol so early in the day. She fingered the velvet collar at her throat. "But I can't help feeling a bit daft." She gestured towards her vertiginous décolletage with one hand. "All done up like a dog's dinner at this time of day." Rolling her eyes, she added, "And half the buggers don't even notice. They just come in slavering and pawing at me as soon as the bedroom fucking door's closed."    "There are some decent ones though, Jenny," Avril replied. "To be fair. They're not all dogs on heat." She eyed her friend. "You're just jaded and a little miffed. I understand. This time of year gets you down, doesn't it?" Jenny had no opportunity to respond when Avril's head lifted at the ring of the doorbell. Avril checked the slim-strapped watch that decorated her left wrist. "He's ten minutes early," she commented. Giving Jenny a lascivious grin and a theatrical wink as she left room, Avril called out, "He must be keen!"    ***    John Elphinstone stood on the step at the front of the house, protected from the seemingly incessant drizzle, it seemed that it wouldn't cease until May, by the covered porch. Poised on the brink of his great adventure, John experienced a heady mix of anticipation and fear. His guts twisted as he paused, finger poised to press the button. He knew that the bell would summon whoever to the door, and from then on, he hoped, with a curious half-dread spiking his belly, his life would be changed forever.    "Get a fucking grip on yourself, John," he muttered. "It's only a fuck. No big deal."    Ah, but, despite the nonchalance of his words, John couldn't lessen the anxiety he felt at this personally portentous moment.    Then, seemingly with a mind of its own, his finger moved to depress the button. He heard the faint ring from within and waited anxiously for the door to open.    What if he didn't fancy the woman? Doubt curdled his guts and he feared he might just shit himself right there. Literally crap himself. Oh, God, what if she turned out to be some wrinkled old crone or some drug addled junkie with track marks and blistered lips?    He could hardly sue for false advertising.    But, to his immense relief, the woman who greeted him with a smile turned out to be right up his street.    "John," the woman greeted with no trace of sarcasm in her voice at his name. John hadn't even considered using an alias, but it suddenly dawned on him that he was, indeed, another John knocking on the knocking shop door. "Come in, darling," the woman added warmly, even leaning in to kiss his cheek. He caught a waft of her scent and an eyeful of her generous bosom when her blouse parted at the neck. "I'm Avril. We spoke on the phone."     Sexy , John thought as he stepped over the threshold. He stood to one side and Avril closed the door. Then, as he ogled Avril's rump and legs, the woman led him along a corridor garlanded with Christmas streamers.    When Avril led him into a room at the end of the hallway, John found himself struck dumb, his feet rooted to the carpet. "This is Jenny," he heard Avril say.    "Oh!" John blurted in surprise. "I thought ..." A hot wave of embarrassment flushed his cheeks scarlet.    Avril chuckled. "No, John. Jenny's the lady you've come to see." Recognising the young man's chagrin, and sensing the reason for his visit now she'd seen him face-to-face, Avril bade him to relax and take a seat.     Avoiding Jenny's eyes, John settled into a leather armchair.    "Is there anything I can get you?" Avril asked. "A drink or something ...?" She swept an arm in the direction of Jenny, who by then had straightened her back and crossed her legs, knowing the effect her pose had on men. "We're in the Christmas spirit already," Avril continued. "You might like to join us in a glass of wine, perhaps?"    His mind still reeling from the shocking realisation that the beautiful woman in the long dress was shortly going to allow him access to her body, John squirmed his backside against the leather seat beneath him. "Uh," he managed to mumble. "A drink would be good. Uhm ... Yeah. Wine. Great. Thanks."    "It's all right, John," Avril said kindly. "You can relax. Take your time. Get used to being here. Is this your first time in a house like this?" Avril had her suspicions but thought it crass to voice them. The poor lad was already embarrassed enough.    An expression of some darker emotion flickered across John's face. "Yes," he said, nodding. "I've never been to a ..." John's speech stumbled to a halt. What could he say? Prostitute? Whore?    Avril came to his rescue. "Never visited a working girl before, John?"    Relieved at Avril's kind lifeline, John shook his head. "No. never," he confirmed.    "Well you just relax. There's nothing to worry about. Jenny will look after you." Avril's blonde bobbed hair shimmered as she turned to her best girl. "Won't you, Jenny? You'll look after John for his first time."    John flinched at the words. How the hell could Avril tell he was a virgin? Then he relaxed when he realised that she meant his first time in a professional house.    "Are you sure wine would be all right, John? I could get you something stronger, if you prefer?"    "No, thanks, wine will be great." John began to babble. "Can't drink too much anyway," he added. "Driving. Wouldn't want to get pulled by the old Bill for drunk driving." He mimed holding a steering wheel and grinned weakly.    When Avril left the room John surreptitiously ogled Jenny. He took in her figure as best he could, what with her being seated at the time. He saw Jenny was younger than Avril by an estimated half a dozen years or so as he appreciated the plane of her cheeks, snub nose and painted bow-shaped lips. He found his eyes drawn to the plunging neckline of the dress, his cock stirring when he noticed that the woman must be close to naked beneath the elegant, backless gown.    "You OK, John?" Jenny asked.    John placed Jenny's accent correctly, noting the differences of enunciation between the two women. One seemed posh, Avril with her la-de-dah while Jenny came across as more gritty and down-to-Earth; Essex if he wasn't mistaken. Still, despite their apparent differences, they were both, in John's opinion, sexy as fuck.    "Juh ... just a little nervous," John replied with understated truthfulness. He shrugged his shoulders, a little unnerved at being left alone with Jenny. When Avril had been in the room with them it seemed like she filled the void with her talk. Now the atmosphere felt awkward -- Just like his disastrous dates. 
 Jenny smiled, and to her surprise the smile came naturally, not one of her professional masks. She felt sorry for the young man who seemed so obviously agitated as he stole glances at her, thinking she didn't notice his appraisal. Her voice came out soft and soothing. "There really is nothing to worry about," she said. Jenny shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs, drawing John's eyes to the fact of her stockings. "I'll take good care of you." He wasn't a bad looking bloke. And there was a vulnerability about him that Jenny, while not quite able to put her finger on it, not just then, found endearing. Maybe she was getting soft as middle age approached?    Or perhaps it was just the wine.    However, before Jenny could ponder any further what it was about John that brought out the nurturing instinct within, Avril swanned back into the room.    "Here we are, darlings," Avril drawled. "A fresh bottle and an extra glass for our guest." She filled John's glass and then proffered the bottle towards Jenny. "Top up, lovely?"    "Thanks, Avril," Jenny replied as she held her glass up.    "Now," Avril said as she settled into the leather sofa, turning her warm smile first on Jenny before moving her attention to John. "How are we getting on then? All acquainted?" Without pausing for any forthcoming answer, Avril rattled on. "May I ask, John, if it's not an impertinent question ..." She paused and sipped her own wine. "Merry Christmas!" Avril called and raised her glass in salute.    Surprised at the sudden veering off topic by Avril, John blinked and mumbled in response. "Merry Christmas," he said.    Jenny smirked, used to Avril's quirkiness, before repeating the sentiment with her own raised glass.    "As I was saying, John," Avril continued. "If I might ask ... What brings you to our house on a Christmas Eve?"    Jenny saw the evasiveness in the man's expression. Saw his eyes shift as he wriggled under the spotlight of Avril's frank appraisal. Then it dawned on her, what the vulnerable quality was, that air about him; and Jenny came to same conclusion as Avril during her telephone conversation with John earlier that morning.    This bloke's a virgin.    "I ... uh. I just fancied a little fun. That's all." Both women noticed how he couldn't look them in the face as he spoke.    With a glance at Jenny, Avril probed gently. "Are you sure there isn't ... something else, John?"    "What do you mean?" the man said abruptly. "What are you getting at?"    "I think," Jenny interjected, "what Avril's asking is ..." She paused and then, after a quick look at Avril, who nodded almost imperceptibly, "well ... is this your first time? Not just with a working girl ... Is it your first time ever?"    "Ah, shit," John cursed. "Is it that obvious?" He slumped back in the chair, wishing he was somewhere else.    Avril eased forward in her seat. She placed the wine glass on the table and rose to her feet. After moving to stand in front of John, she raised the hem of her tight skirt to mid thigh and knelt. "It's all right, John," she soothed. "You're not the first young man to visit this house with that purpose in mind." She placed a hand on the troubled man's knee. With a wink and a grin at Jenny, Avril added, "And he won't be the last either, don't you think, Jenny?"    When the blonde in the evening dress and collar gave a low chuckle, responding to Avril's question with a smile of her own, John, to his surprise, felt greatly relieved now that it was out in the open. "It's just that I'm twenty-two," John groaned. "I mean, how embarrassing is that?" He swigged at the glass goblet, draining it of Merlot in two gulps. "How sad and pathetic can I be? I've got a great job, a nice flat, but I can't get a woman to sleep with me. I have to pay for it!"    Ignoring the potential for insult at John's last, venomous sentence, Avril stroked his leg again. An idea had come to her earlier, in the kitchen as she opened a fresh bottle of red. She'd half-formed a plan before even stepping back into the lounge, and, like all good plans, it was simple.    "Well," Avril began. "That's the vulgarity about visiting a house like mine. It's a business after all. It's Jenny's job, her livelihood." Avril looked across and caught Jenny's gaze. "But," Avril continued, "If Jenny's amenable ..." She arched her eyebrows in question to Jenny as she uttered the final words. "If Jenny's happy, why then, why don't you pay the hundred pounds for the hour of her time -- as we discussed on the phone -- and I'll join in for a nice little fuck. We could have a fun threesome to properly get you initiated. On the house so to speak."    John's jaw slackened as his mouth fell open and he stared wordless at Avril.    Jenny pulled a face as though the proposal meant little to her. She shrugged. "I don't mind either way."    "What about that then, John?" Avril asked, her hand moving higher on John's thigh. "I'll sleep with you for nothing. How do you like that idea? Your first time also turns out to be your first time with two women."    Flabbergasted, John could only shake his head and splutter, "Yuh ... you mean ...? He looked from Avril to Jenny and back to Avril. "Both ...?"    "Why not?" Avril laughed. "It's Christmas Eve, I've had a drink and I'm feeling horny; the wine always makes me frisky; I could use a nice hard cock, especially one attached to a nice young man. What do you think, John? Do you have the stamina for it? I warn you, you might be here for longer than an hour trying to satisfy me." Avril squeezed the bulge in John's jeans. "And do you want to know something else?" Avril continued, "I quite fancy Jenny myself. I wonder, Jenny..." the woman added, her expression suddenly vulpine, her voice taking on a low, dark, treacly timbre as lust burst between her legs. "... I wonder if you wouldn't mind a little threesome? And, if you didn't mind too much, perhaps I could lick your cunt?"    "Fuck!" John cried out in disbelief.    Jenny considered the idea. She knew of Avril's penchant for another woman every now and again. "All part of being a debauched bastard's sex toy," Avril had explained. "The things that man used to make me do," meaning her father's friend, the man who'd seduced her. "A lot of which was really fucking fabulous, darling. So kinky!" Jenny thought for a few moments and then grinned and nodded. It would be something different to the usual routine. It wasn't like she hadn't been involved in a threeway before, but the previous occasions had been purely business, this time, with Avril, her friend, it would be more ... intimate.    Jenny warmed to the idea. The thought of it actually turned her on. She felt a long dormant flutter of excitement in her chest. "Yeah," Jenny said. "Why not?" And when she saw the delight on Avril's face, as well as the desire in the woman's eyes, she experienced a rush of liquid lust warm her vulva. "Merry Christmas!" she gasped and drained her glass.    ***    When Jenny rose to her feet, uncurled her lovely body and slid the bootlace straps of the gown over her shoulders, with the tanned upper slopes of her breasts revealed, Avril's voice broke through to John's consciousness. He'd been staring at the promise of more of Jenny's body being exposed to his hungry, lupine stare. "I'm sorry to interrupt, John," Avril said. "But let's get the vulgar business out of the way.    "Oh, yes, sorry," the man apologised, suddenly realising Avril's meaning. He reached for his wallet and lifted five twenties from within its folds. He handed the money to Avril and, when he next turned his attention to Jenny, he gasped.    "Lovely, isn't she?" Avril murmured. A rhetorical question, more a statement of simple fact.    Jenny posed, knowing the effect her dishabille would have, especially on a virgin.    While the blonde stood there, hand on a cocked hip, John stared at Jenny's legs, shaped and toned as a dancer's, their length accentuated by the lethal heels of her shoes. He saw the tanned skin of her thighs, smooth and inviting above her stocking tops, and gaped at the cleft of her depilated sex, the inner lips of which peeped shyly from between the plumper  Labia Majoris . He groaned and pawed the front of his jeans as he took in the sight of Jenny's narrow waist and the rack of her brisket, and then sighed and squeezed harder at himself, staring hungrily at the sweeping uptilt of her breasts.     "Fuck," John muttered.    "That's the idea," Avril responded. She regarded Jenny with a critical, Madam's eye. "You're a lovely colour, Jenny. At this time of year, too. Making use of the sunbed are we?" Without waiting for a reply, Avril held the wad of notes aloft. "I'll just put this away and make myself presentable." Then, following a lengthy pause, during which Avril also appraised Jenny's curves further, she added, "Take your clothes off, John. You and Jenny get acquainted. I'll join you both presently."    "You want me to take him upstairs, Av?" Jenny asked.    The mature woman's eyes swept the lounge, settled on the Christmas tree with its bright baubles and winking fairy lights. She grinned. "No, darling," she breathed. "Let's fuck in here. It feels so decadent to do it down here. We'll be comfy enough."    Alone with Jenny, John found himself at a loss as to how to proceed. "Can I touch you?" he asked timidly.    "Sure you can. Touch me anywhere you want." Jenny settled on the settee vacated by Avril and nodded at John. "But why don't you get out of those clothes. Then we can get comfortable and you can feel my boobs."    "Can I ...?" John swallowed heavily, his eyes glued to Jenny's breasts. "Can I lick you, too?" He pointed towards Jenny's vulva. "You know, down there. Can I kiss your pussy?"    "If you like," Jenny agreed. "I like it ... Being licked." Then, in a calculated move, she murmured, "I'd really like it if you'd lick my cunt, John." The man gasped, lust swelling in his throat. "Kiss my pussy and get me all wet before we fuck." She stared intently into John's face and saw the hunger there. If she wasn't careful he'd squirt jizm into his jeans. "After all, John, that's why you came to see me, isn't it? To fuck me."    "I ... I'm desperate for you," John gurgled as desire surged through him and sent him almost crazy with his need. He wanted to throw himself at the beautiful woman as she stroked her own skin and taunted him with smouldering eyes. His cock pulsed when Jenny, pouting, lifted her breasts in her palms and offered the fruit to him.    "Get undressed and then you can touch me," Jenny breathed. "You can suck my titties and feel me all over." She smirked and, with eyes feline slits, added, "And if you like, I'll suck your cock."    With a whine of desperation, lust flaring hot in his veins, John's fingers scrabbled at his clothing. Eventually, after a comedic undressing, with Jenny somehow holding back her mirth as she watched John divest himself of his clothing, he stood there, panting and naked save for his socks, an oversight during his frantic struggle to rid himself of clothing and be at the delicious woman in front of him.    "Not a good look, John," Jenny said, smiling as she pointed to John's feet. "Don't worry about it," she added when, after looking down, John's cheeks flushed scarlet. "Honestly, don't worry about it, John. I understand you're nervous as hell." Jenny draped herself across the sofa and, in a carelessly wanton gesture, let her legs fall bonelessly apart. "And you're as horny as a dog with two cocks, aren't you?" she added coarsely. Jenny slid her middle finger through the folds of her pussy. "Come on. I'm all yours. Touch me."    John groaned after he pulled off his socks, hopping on one foot and then the other. Then he stroked his erection, aroused to a fever pitch at the casual way that Jenny had flaunted herself. "Oh, God, just look at that," he gasped as he stared at Jenny, languid in repose.    "Look at you, more like," the woman replied, pointing at his engorged member. "All big and stiff and ready for me."    Suddenly concerned by his comparative naiveté, aware now, that Jenny, in her profession, must have seen ... well, she was infinitely more experienced, John experienced the typical male angst of: would he measure up?     "Is it all right?" he asked. "You know ..."    Aware of the fragility of the male ego, Jenny suppressed the urge to roll her eyes -- why did they always have to compete with each other? Men, they were just kids really, always needing to be faster, stronger or have a big fucking cock. Jenny nodded and assured John he was fine. "It's gorgeous, John. You've got nothing to worry about. It's big and hard and it'll feel so good when you fuck me."    John, however, looked doubtful. "Are you sure?" He looked down at his erection. "I mean, don't you ... working girls give it all the talk? Don't you put on a bit of an act, like? You know ... When you're doing it?"    A sudden anger flared in Jenny's chest. Of all the fucking cheek!    But, she admitted to herself, he was right. Sometimes, if it was someone less than pleasant was heaving away on top of her, of course she'd lay it on a bit thick, all the moaning and panting and fake orgasms. And then she remembered how breakable her virgin might be, and on a rush of tenderness and understanding she beckoned to John.     Crooking a forefinger at him, inviting him to come to her, she said in a quiet voice, "I promise you, John, that since this is your first time ... I won't pretend. If I moan or groan ... or climax even, then you can rest assured it's all a hundred percent genuine."    'You're so lovely," John sighed as he knelt on the carpet. "I just want this to be special."    "I'll make sure it is," Jenny said, meaning it as she reached for John's hand. "And so will Avril. Touch me," she whispered.    When his fingers touched the woman's breast for the first time, John moaned. "They're so ..." he began, both hands massaging Jenny's flesh. "I can't explain it. They feel so soft and yet spongy at the same time."    Jenny laughed, not unkindly. "They're just boobs," she said, grinning. Then, her face suddenly serious as that unfamiliar sensation pulsed between her legs, Jenny murmured, "Kiss them. Suck my nipples." The lub-lub between her legs quickened and she felt herself flooding down below. Wonders would never cease. A punter had gotten to her! She was fucking turned on by the act of sharing such a momentous occasion with John.    John mumbled and groaned and slurped at Jenny's tits. He mauled at her, the urgency of his inflamed desire overriding his usual good manners. "Fuck," he grunted. "You're so sexy. I can't believe I'm here, with you, like this." John gasped and leaned back, his eyes wide with the wonder of it. "I want to fuck you," he snarled. Tugging at his cock John scrambled between Jenny's legs. "I want to put it in," he whined. 'I'm going fucking crazy."    Surprised and a little afraid by the sudden change in the young man, Jenny pressed the palm of a hand at his chest. "Woah, baby. Down boy. Easy tiger." She nudged John's hand from his penis, replacing his fist with her long fingers. She held him down low close to his root. "Take your time. Savour the moment. That way it'll be so much sweeter when we do ... eventually ... fuck."    "But I'm so fucking hot for you!" John cried out. "I'm fucking desperate."    A voice from the doorway interrupted John's lustful eagerness: "Well, well, John," Avril said. "Aren't we the ardent one?" She pointed at the young man's erection as he rose to his feet and turned to face her.    "Oh my God ..." John gasped, taking in the sight of Avril framed in the doorway. He gaped at her, his eyes bulging as his jaw slackened. Recovering slightly, still staring at Avril, John blabbered, "I can't believe this is happening. The two of you ..."    "You approve, darling?" Avril breathed in her best Hollywood starlet fashion. She laid a languid eyelid on her cheek in a theatrical wink at Jenny.  Soto Voce , in an aside to the other woman, Avril said, "Corsets, darling. Hide a multitude of sins." She then thrust her bare breasts, a comber wave of bulging tit-flesh, in John's direction. "They hide a multitude of sins while giving the girls a little extra lift. What do you think, John? Will I do for you?"    "Those tits," John sighed.    Avril laughed as she walked into the room. "You like them big, do you, darling boy?"    "I love them," John spluttered. "But you two, both of you are just so ... so ... It's perfect ... I couldn't have wished for anything better than this."    "And I'm going to fuck you because I want to, John," Avril reminded him. "You just remember that when you go out next and chat up some girl. You," Avril said emphatically, pressing a fingertip at John's chest, "can get a girl without having to pay her. I fancy you, you and your lovely cock." Avril curled her fingers around John's tumescence. "And I'm going to suck it and let you put it inside me and fuck me. Would you like me to do that, John?"    "Oh, God, yes ..."    "And, since you're a virgin and there's no chance of anything nasty passing between us, I think I'll let you fuck me bare-back. No condom. I mean, a lad's first time should be all skin to skin. What about you, Jenny?" Avril said as she squeezed the length of stiff gristle in her fist. "Are you game for him to fuck without a johnny?" Avril chuckled. "John without a Johnny ... Get it?"    Jenny considered this for a moment. "I suppose it's OK. I mean, there's no chance of him giving me anything is there?"    "Well," said Avril, chuckling again. "Only his cock. I hope he gives us his cock ... and spunk of course. I like to watch a man's face as he comes; I love to see a cock flicking spunk out of its end."    While Avril stroked his stiffness, John curled an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He hefted the breast closest to him on one palm, marvelling at the weight. "So fucking sexy," he gasped, rolling the round, heavy orb in his fingers.    "Kiss me, John," Avril murmured. "I know it's something a lot of girls don't do, kissing, but I think you're a nice clean boy and I don't mind. Kiss me," she repeated, "it makes me wet between the legs. And then I'm going to suck your cock." She nodded at Jenny who still sat on the sofa, observing. "We'll share it between us. Both of us, John; think about that for a moment, the two of us sucking your stiffy."    John pressed his mouth to Avril's and felt her lips part. Her tongue slid into his open mouth, searching for his as he squeezed her boobs and she caressed the length of him. This was unbelievable! What a stroke of luck finding that number. Two gorgeous women, both perfect for his taste. It was going to happen. He was going to get fucked; he was going to have the pair of them -- at the same time!    The common one, Jenny, was absolutely stunning, a hot babe with a gorgeous body, while the other, Avril, OK, maybe not as physically pleasing as Jenny, but what a pair of tits; he loved their roundness and button nipples. And talk about a dirty mouth! John had to admit that the posh totty accent got him going too. He loved her sassy style and bawdy character. In fact, in spite of Avril's more rounded figure, or perhaps because of it, John found he was actually more attracted to Avril. Jenny, sexy as hell as she was, just didn't have the whole package. Not that he'd turn down the chance to lick and touch and fuck her, he wasn't crazy, it was just he preferred Avril.    He forced himself to calm down, to hold himself in check. He'd nearly gotten carried away with Jenny earlier, had almost just climbed aboard and shoved his dick into her. But she was right. Savour it, let it all happen slowly and commit every moan and taste and texture to memory. He'd be wanking off this experience for the rest of his days.    Finally, with a liquid plop, the kiss broke. Avril nudged John's chest with a hand, and the man found himself slumped next to Jenny in the sofa's embrace. 
   
 "Who first, John?" Avril asked in a teasing voice. "Which one of us do you want to suck your cock first?" When John didn't respond immediately, and how could he faced with a decision like that, Avril knelt and reached for him. "I think I'll take first suck, since I'm the boss and all." She poked a pink tongue out at Jenny before, with no further preamble, she leaned in and popped the cock-head between her lips.    "Shit," grunted John, the air hissing out of him as he tore his eyes from Avril's bobbing head and stared into Jenny's face. "She's sucking me," he said, stupidly since it was plainly apparent to Jenny exactly what Avril was up to. "Can I kiss you too?" John groaned.    Aroused and hot for action Jenny was surprised to find herself fingering her own pussy. She nodded. "Why not," she said, wincing with pleasure at the tingling of her clitoris. "Like Avril said, you're a nice clean boy, and I don't mind."    "Kiss me as well," Avril moaned as she looked up from her work on John's penis. Her fingers moved urgently between her legs as she too fingered her gooey sex. "You kiss me, Jenny. Taste his cock on my tongue."    "You're filthy, Avril," Jenny muttered, but leaned across John's legs all the same. She lowered her face to Avril's and their mouths locked.    "Fucking hell," John sighed. "Look at you two ..."    "Your turn now, Jenny," gasped Avril, her eyes glittering with lust. "Suck him. I want to watch it. Let me see you suck cock."    Over the years, Avril had found ample opportunity to indulge her voyeuristic inclinations. It was one of the perks of the job, and since she ran the house she found plenty of opportunities to treat herself. For some reason however, Avril had curbed the urge to watch Jenny with a guest. Not that she hadn't thought about it, of course she had, but something had told her to wait for a special occasion -- and here it was, in the form of John and his virginity. The thought of seeing the virgin and Jenny fucking made Avril's cunt almost snarl with lust. She wanted to see the blonde's pussy stretched around the girth of John's cock. In her mind she already saw herself, face inches from their conjunction, pulling the boy's glistening shaft from Jenny's hole so she could lick the woman's nectar from the greasy pole.    "Isn't this fun, John?" Avril said as she stared into the man's contorted face. "Look at her, look at her sucking you. Isn't she beautiful?"    "Fuck, yes," John grunted as he watched Avril pull Jenny's face off his stalk. "Both of you," he gasped. "So beautiful." He tugged his cock with his fist while the two women shared yet another tongue-swirling kiss.    Avril released Jenny, who immediately returned her mouth to John's cock.    "Suck him," Avril moaned. "Suck that cock, Jenny."    Then, inevitably, John gave a long groan. His hips jerked, buttocks lifting from the sofa as he grunted a curse.    "Do it, John," Avril called out. Her eyes shone with lust, a moan bursting from between her lips as she rubbed her clit with an urgent, circling forefinger. "Wank it out of yourself, John. Jenny, he's going to come. Don't let him come in your mouth. I want to see the stuff pour out of him."    Jenny gasped and let John's pulsing member slip from her lips. She levered herself upright and reached for him. "I'll do it," she said, her voice piping with her own arousal. "I'll wank it for you, John. You just sit there and let it go."    "It feels so good," John gasped. He turned his glazed eyes to Jenny. "It feels better than ever before." John then looked towards Avril, and when he saw her there, on the carpet, legs wide, fingers busy at her cunt, the movement of her arm causing her big tits to shiver, he grunted and announced his imminent climax. 'I'm going to do it," he gurgled. He took control of his erection, replacing Jenny's hand with his own. "I'm going to ... going to fucking come ..."    The first squirt spurted from the slit in the cock-head with such vehemence that it flew over John's shoulder and spattered against the upright of the leather sofa. Then, as he groaned and sighed, eyes rolling, his face a mask of ecstatic agony, he sprayed his seed wildly, his cock sending spurts of viscous goo in indiscriminate bursts like a madman with a machine gun.    The stuff rained down onto his belly and chest, while one stray glob splashed across Jenny's body. The shimmering blob of spunk caught Jenny across her torso, just below her left breast, clinging to her skin, glistening.    "Bloody hell," Jenny said. "He's coming buckets."    Avril, her eyes gleaming with excitement, nodded. "The poor darling. All that pent up frustration. Did you see how it all just pumped out of him?" She rubbed herself and groaned. "All that spunk," she sighed.    John sat there gasping. He looked around as though shocked. "So good," he panted. Swallowing heavily, John shook his head in disbelief. "So good," he repeated.    Jenny heaved herself off the sofa. "I'd better get a towel or something."    "You do that," Avril grunted. She levered herself into a kneeling position and, with her fingers still working between her legs, shuffled towards John on her knees. "You get a towel, darling," Avril said to Jenny. "I'll start cleaning him up myself."    With her free hand, Avril lifted John's oozing cock. John stared down at her, his chest still heaving as he fought to recover his breath.    "That's so ..." he began, and then groaned.    Avril sucked at the head of John's cock, her tongue busy as she slurped the residual spunk from him. She then licked the shaft clean before licking dollops of goo from John's belly and torso with her tongue.    "I'm going to come," Avril groaned. Her whole forearm moved as she rubbed at herself, goading her hot and swollen vulva to a shattering climax. "Kiss me, John. Kiss me as I come, darling."    The scene that greeted Jenny upon her return was one of Avril and John engaged in a long, heavy kiss, their mouths locked while Avril grunted and moaned and John stroked his smeared cock.     Slowly, as though in a dream, Jenny walked towards the sofa. When Avril, even as her limbs twitched, her orgasm cooling, sensed Jenny's presence, she looked up at the younger woman and smiled.    "You too, Jenny," she sighed, extending her arm, offering Jenny her hand. "Come down here and kiss me."    The three were sharing a tongue-swirling kiss, all of them vying for attention as they gasped and sighed and moaned.    Then, the mobile phone rang.    ***    The reality of his situation raised its head to John when Avril, albeit with a muttered curse, untangled herself from the chaos of their entwined limbs and, staggering slightly on her high heels, went to answer the phone.    John dabbed the towel at the semen cooling on his body and considered the situation. He'd paid for an hour of Jenny's time. That Avril had offered herself was an unexpected -- and fucking terrific -- bonus, but now, with the insistent chirruping of that bloody phone, John realised he'd already used almost three quarters of an hour. Did the clock start ticking as soon as he crossed the threshold? Did the drinks and pre-fun chat count too? Avril had said he could possibly be there beyond the hour, but did the ringing phone change that plan?     A band of disappointment gripped his chest. The way he saw it, the that phone call meant more business for Jenny. John would have his fun and be out the door and the next punter could roll up to sample the delights.    "Shit," John mumbled. He felt an empty void in the pit of his stomach, a hollow ache that ballooned as he imagined himself on the cold side of the door while, inside, Avril and Jenny would dismiss him from their minds and ready themselves for the next man. OK, he'd no longer be a virgin, but to think he'd be just another 'John' to the two women, that they held him in no higher esteem than any other punter who walked into the house made his stomach turn with bitterness.    He had half a mind, a petulant moment where he thought to leave, to get dressed and simply go. Then he looked at Jenny, who herself had eyes on Avril. On second thoughts he would go through with it, Jenny was too sexy to resist. Besides, he'd paid a hundred quid for her time; might as well make the most of the cash. He had no concerns over his ability to perform. After what he'd seen and heard and done, he'd be hard for a week.    Avril reached the phone and lifted it from the table.    "Hello, Avril's," she said. "A visit? Today?" Avril frowned with the phone to her ear. "Would you be so kind as to hold on while I check the diary, darling?" A pause as she listened to the punter on the other end of the line, and then: "Thank you. I won't be a moment."    Avril turned to face the couple regarding her from their perch on the sofa. She looked directly at Jenny, enquiring with an arched brow, a look that said it was up to Jenny.    Jenny stared back at her friend for a few seconds before swivelling in her seat to find John stroking his cock, watching her. She shrugged. "I think the diary's full, Av." She gestured towards John with a wave. "But it's up to you. It's your business after all."    Avril smirked and lifted the handset. "I'm sorry, darling, but we appear to be booked up for the rest of the day." Avril grinned as she hung up and switched off the phone. She dropped the instrument carelessly onto the table.    ***    John's throat swelled with emotion, his cock pulsing with excitement when he saw Avril drop the phone. He heard her say, "Good girl, Jenny. It's our boy's special day." She gave a shrug. "And what's a few quid. I'd rather have a day off and entertain a man I, even though we've just met, a man I like." Avril took several slow, deliberate steps towards the settee. "What do you say, John?" She paused and pouted, hands on her hips. "Is there anywhere you have to be? Anyone expecting you for Christmas Eve?"    John, with his cock momentarily forgotten, reddened slightly. "Not today," he stammered, not quite sure at this turn of events and what Avril was leading to. "I've got to be at my mum's tomorrow ... for Christmas Day ..."    Avril nodded. "OK then. It was going to be just the two of us here tonight." She thrust her chin in Jenny's direction. "Jenny and I were going to have a few glasses and a natter. But, what do you say, Jenny? Shall we invite John to stay here too? Have a little party this afternoon? And this evening we could pop to a pub and see a bit of life. What do you think? Does that sound fun?"    That could be just what she needed, Jenny decided, to get out there and enjoy herself instead of brooding on about her upcoming birthday. Suddenly it seemed like the best idea she'd heard in a long time. John seemed a nice bloke, and it wouldn't do his confidence any harm to be seen out and about with two attractive women. Jenny knew from her years in the business that plenty of younger men would look at John with green-eyed envy as the trio passed from pub to pub. She made a mental note to mention it to Avril, when they had a moment to themselves -- that they should make a fuss over John, make him out to be the big stud who had two mature blondes in his stable and who could satisfy them both.    "I can't think of a better way to spend the day, Av," Jenny replied, "playtime with you two now and a few drinks tonight." She winked and smiled at a gobsmacked John.     Avril clapped her hands with glee. "Oh goody." She eyed the empty wine glasses. "Shall I get us a refill, my lovelies?" Then, turning her attention to John she asked, "I take it you  are  staying, John? For the afternoon?" The man managed, through his surprise at this turn of events, to nod in response. "And this evening? Will you be out for a few drinks with us? And then a night with me upstairs?"    "Oh, God," John said in a strangled voice. "Can I? Can I really stay here with the two of you?"    "I can't speak for Jenny," Avril said after picking up the glasses, "but I don't mind if you want to sleep with me tonight. I can't think of a better way of breaking your duck."    John swallowed heavily and stared at Avril's big breasts. She looked fucking terrific in that corset, like something out of a dirty magazine. In fact this whole situation was like something from Color Climax; he couldn't have scripted this scene himself in his fantasies; and here he was living it in real life!    "That's settled then, you'll stay," Avril finished. She turned and, with John watching her buttocks jiggle, left the room for the kitchen.    "You lucky bugger," Jenny said. "I knew Avril was a big-hearted woman, kind and generous, but I've never seen her make an offer like that before. She must have taken a shine to you."    "I ... I can't believe it myself," John stammered. "This kind of thing just doesn't happen to me. Maybe it isn't happening ... I wonder if I'm really dreaming, and in a minute, I'll wake up."    "Would you be disappointed?" Jenny asked, moving across the settee.    "Devastated."    "Here," Jenny said, thrusting her breasts forward. "Touch me, John. Do I feel real to you?"    John whined when his fingers touched the woman's skin. His cock jerked, swelling to full-blooded tumescence as his desire reignited. He groaned when Jenny reached for him and stroked his length. "You're so beautiful," he sighed.    "Would you like to lick me? I'd like you to. I'm the only one who hasn't come yet; you and Avril are ahead of me. How about kissing my cunt and sucking my clit? Let me show you how a woman likes to kissed between her legs."    Jenny pushed herself away from John, her buttocks sliding over the leather until she sat almost wedged into a corner of the seat. She casually lifted on slender leg and let her thighs fall apart. The scarlet slit gaped open in a lewd, sticky-lipped vertical smile. John stared at Jenny's swollen vulva as the woman splayed the labia with her fingertips.    "Right there," John," Jenny sighed, unsheathing her clitoris to rub at the exposed nub with her middle finger. "That's where I want you to lick me. Put your tongue inside me as well, but suck my clit."    Blood surged through John's veins as desire surged through him in an arterial burst of lust and, eyes wide while his mouth twisted in a silent snarl he leapt at Jenny, lunging for her, desperate for a taste.    Jenny mewled and sighed with pleasure. "That's the spot, baby. Lick my clit. Tongue my cunt. Finger me. I'm horny for it. Do it hard ... Harder! Push a finger in and curl it inside me. Rub me ... Fuck ... Lick me, finger me ... That's it, lover. Get me there soon."    "You dirty pair of fuckers," Avril cried when she returned. "Is it really that good, Jenny?" she asked when she saw the woman's face twisted in a rictus of agonised lust and heard the torrent of filthy exhortation gushing from her mouth.    Jenny chewed on her bottom lip and stared at Avril through glazed eyes, her eyelids heavy with desire. "It's fan-fucking-tastic," Jenny grunted, mauling at her own breasts. To John she then urged, "More on my clit. Go on, suck it between your teeth. Two fingers in my pussy, now fuck me with your fingers!"    Avril placed one of the two wine glasses she held onto the table. She carried the other over to the settee, sipping at the Merlot as she watched Jenny's face. "Come for us, darling," she sighed. As she held the glass with one hand, Avril squeezed her breasts with the other. She mauled one heavy orb before caressing the other, plucking at her nipples with her fingers before sliding the hand between her legs.    John paused, gasping for breath as Jenny squealed at him to carry on. "Don't stop, you bastard! Keep licking me. "I'm so fucking close ..."    Unsure as to just what he was doing, John nevertheless gamely returned to his task. He tried to do it all, even sometimes attempting to comply with contradictory instructions. He dabbed his tongue at her clit, probed deep into the opening to Jenny's body itself, slurping at the desire that siped from the woman in a constant dribble. He shoved two stiff fingers into her, and then a third, finger-fucking and licking until, finally, with a long, low wail, Jenny's back arched and her body convulsed.    "Oh my, oh my," Avril sighed. "You absolutely lucky bitch. That looks so gorgeous."    John fell away from Jenny's juddering body. He watched in awe at what he'd created. The woman was going mental, groaning and gasping, writhing and clawing at the leather upholstery; and the language that poured out of her! Jenny spat obscenities at him, her eyes flashing as she told him precisely how fucking good it felt to come.    John looked up from where he lay sprawled on the carpet close to Jenny's heel scything dangerously as she thrashed and wriggled. Avril looked down at him. "I think it's time for a little fuck," the woman drawled. "After seeing her come like that, I could do with the itch in my pussy scratching. I feel fucking dirty, John."    "Oh, Avril," John gasped as he hauled himself upright. "Can I fuck you now?"    "You'd better," Avril grinned. "But, the question is, since it's your first time, how do you want me?"    John blinked, confused by the question. "Huh?"    "Do you want me missionary, doggy, standing up ... on my fucking head? What position, John? I'm asking you how you want me."    John shrugged. "I dunno," he mumbled.    "Come with me," Avril commanded, taking charge. "This has to be done properly. Upstairs. In bed." Leading John from the room by his erect cock, wine glass aloft, Avril glanced at Jenny. "When you've finished making a mess on my good leather settee, Jenny, perhaps you could join us?" She chuckled, with no trace of rancour in her tone at the stain on the furniture.    In the few minutes that passed from Avril, supine, offering herself to him, and Jenny's eventual appearance on the scene, John had clambered onto the bed, knelt between the woman's spread thighs, and slid, balls deep into her.    John fell a little in love with Avril at that moment -- after all, the first time is meant to be special --and he felt a curious cocktail of emotions with the tender moment of intimacy he shared with her. Some instinct told him to probe deeper, not to thrust too hard, but just slowly glide in and out. John watched her face as Avril's expression, honestly and truthfully told him she felt him there, between her legs, sliding deep into her body.    An overwhelming sensation engulfed him, a feeling of completeness as Avril closed around his girth, her spongy wetness, the molten heat of her gripping him in a firm yet oddly liquid embrace. This was it, finally he was inside a woman. He could feel her, hungry for him as her insides clamped around his root.    "Oh, God," John groaned.    "Look at me," Avril sighed. "Look at my face. Look into my eyes, darling. Move with me." Avril's hips rocked as she sensed the emotion from John. "Slowly. Love me nice and slow. Let it build. Let me take you there."    Jenny stood in the doorway and watched the lovers. She knew, instinctively that she had the privilege to witness something special. This was so unexpected, one of those little twists in a single day's experience that could alter the course of lives.    "Oh my God," Jenny muttered. "Look at you two." Moving into the room, Jenny went quietly to the side of the bed. Avril's eyes, glazed at first, focussed upon her.    "What's happening?" Avril gasped, understanding on some visceral, intuitive level that something momentous was occurring. "I ... He ... Oh, God, Jenny ..." Avril gulped, swallowing heavily as her eyes bored into her friend's.    "This is so good," John sighed. "I could do this forever, Avril."     "I want you to," Avril grunted. Even at that early stage she knew with clear certainty that she would have John again. She wanted him like a normal couple, not as part of a sordid business deal. As arousing as the threesome was, and seeing John and Jenny together had turned her on, she wanted John, on her own, in private, where they could explore each other emotionally and physically. "Love me, John, ride with me, darling. Fill me with your lovely cock and let it go. Come inside me. Please. We can do it again, later, all night if you want. But please," she implored, "fill me. Let it go." 
   
 John held himself up on straight arms. He looked down to where Avril's body accommodated him, the tacky labia clinging to his greasy shaft on his outstroke as though she never wanted him to leave her. Suddenly he felt the surge of his climax. "Avril," he grunted. "I'm ..."    "Pour it into me. Fill me with your seed," Avril groaned. Her hips jerked and her fingernails raked the skin of John's back as the urgency overwhelmed her.    "I'm coming," John gasped.    "So am I!" wailed Avril.    John thrust deep and hard, one, two, and then a third jerk of his hips. He thrust deeper and harder, the head of his cock nudging the woman's cervix as his seed spat out of him to flood her body.    "That was incredible," gasped John as, eventually, once his climax had cooled and he slid from Avril's oozing body, he rolled onto his back, panting and with a forearm draped across his brow like an actress in an old-time melodrama.    "You have no idea," Avril panted, breathing as heavily as her lover while she lay there, legs wide, John's semen sliding down the crease of her arse. "Jesus ... Jenny," Avril gasped. "He made me come so hard." Avril then turned her face to John. "In all my years ..." she began, and then stopped, too shocked at the effect this virgin had had on her to find the words to express her feelings.    "I saw, Av," Jenny murmured, still not quite able to comprehend what she'd witnessed. There was more to this that met the eye. This was no simple coupling, a quenching of two thirsts, a satisfying of two hungers. There was something between these two. Jenny sensed it; she'd seen something, albeit fleeting, pass between the pair as they coupled on the big, comfortable bed.    For a second or two, or perhaps three or four, Jenny felt a prick of jealousy in her chest. It seemed to her that, potentially, for as long as it lasted, that Avril and John had connected, and connected on a more spiritual, deeper level that at their genitalia. Again, the spectre of her fortieth birthday loomed, and with no pension -- not in her game -- Jenny viewed the future with trepidation. She wished for something like this for herself. Avril and John had melded, bonded in a meeting of minds and sexuality that transcended the differences in age, experience and monetary wealth.    Avril's gasp pushed Jenny's concerns from her mind. "Jenny," Avril moaned. "Come here, darling. Hold my hand." Jenny moved away from the doorway, deeper into the room. "Kiss me, Jenny," Avril groaned. "Kiss me gently." Jenny lowered her face towards Avril until their lips met. The two women shared a deep, intimate kiss before Jenny broke away. "Kiss him now, Jenny," Avril said quietly, pointing to John as he watched from his side of the bed. "I ..." Avril hesitated. "I want to watch the two of you together," she murmured.    "Are you sure?" Jenny asked. "It just looked to me like ... something just went on between you two."    Avril rolled off the bed and gestured with a sweep of an arm. "That doesn't matter now. I want to watch the two of you together. Please. Let me watch the two of you fucking."    Jenny looked towards John. "What about you, John? Do you want to fuck me?"    John first regarded Avril, unsure. Something indefinable that had passed between him and Avril and he wanted to explore it further, to attempt to analyse what he felt at that moment. "I ... I'm not sure," he said. "I ..." He looked at Jenny. "You're beautiful, Jenny ... But—"    Avril interjected with an impatient gesture. "John," she murmured. "We'll talk later. I know you felt it, I felt it too. But now, right now, what I want, whatever happens between us in the future ..." and Avril felt there was a future with John. For how long, she had no idea. But she was going to go for it. "... I want to watch you with Jenny. I'll be here, with you while you do it. I'll be with you both; it'll be the three of us together."    "How?" John muttered.    "Get on your hands and knees, Jenny," Avril ordered. "Get behind her, John. Hold her hips. That's right, open yourself up, Jenny, darling. Spread your lips like that. Offer him your cunt."    Jenny knelt and rested on her elbows. She thrust her behind in the air and felt John's fingers clamp her hips. She reached back under her body with one hand and splayed her labia. Then, with a groan bubbling from her lips, Jenny felt the cock-head nudge her before it slid past the slightest resistance and filled her.    Avril climbed onto the bed and pressed her body against John's. "Fuck her. Make her groan."    "You're incredible, Avril," John grunted.    Avril grinned and mauled her breasts before pressing the heavy mounds against the young man's torso. "I know. Now shut up and fuck her. I want to watch you come again. I want to hear her scream." Avril's palm slapped down against Jenny's trembling rump. "Come on," she shouted. "Move your arse, Jenny. Fuck that cock. Milk it, darling girl. Feel him deep inside you."    John curled an arm around Avril's waist. He felt the taut fabric and hard struts of the corset under his fingers as he pulled her tight, twisting his head to kiss her while thrusting into Jenny.    "Listen to you two slapping together," Avril gasped when she broke the kiss. She smacked a palm against Jenny's buttock again. "Push back onto it. Fuck him. Take him deep, Jenny."    Jenny levered herself up from her elbows to rest on her palms. Looking back over her shoulder she glared at Avril. "He's already in danger of knocking my teeth out, Av. He's huge in there. So stiff and ... fuck, that's deep," she groaned, her eyes rolling.    John's eyes flicked from the curve of Jenny waist to the trembling flesh of her hips and buttocks. He saw his cock sliding in and out of her body, slippery and smeared with their combined lust. He faced Avril again, glanced at her breasts squashed against him and, with a groan of sublime pleasure, locked his mouth to hers.    Meanwhile Jenny had lowered herself onto a single forearm and, with her rump still high in the air and her cunt at John's mercy, reached under herself and rubbed her clit.    An urgent grunt burst from John. "I'm going to come," he groaned.    "Take it out," Avril instructed as she pushed Jenny forcibly on the hip. John's smeared erection slid out of the woman's body when she collapsed forward still rubbing herself and gasping into her burgeoning climax. Avril then pushed at John so he too sprawled across the bed. Moving quickly she lay alongside John and took hold of his cock. "I'm going to taste her on your prick, John," Avril said, her fist moving quickly along the shaft. "Come into my mouth. Let me taste you two together; her on your dick while you squirt into my mouth."    The words sent John over the edge. He groaned and gasped and stared at Avril's concave cheeks as she sucked at the plum of his cock-head. Her fingers worked at the root of him, moving down to squeeze his testicles as though she could milk more semen from those balls. John could see Jenny's face, a twisted grimace inches from his own as she writhed and groaned, her orgasm squelching around her probing fingers.    John cursed as he felt himself go. "Oh shit ..." And then the feelings washed over him.    With the man's balls almost drained of fluid from his previous outpourings, Avril felt only a short squirt against her tongue. Not a bad effort, all things considered. The poor boy had maintained an erection for three orgasms in a row, which showed incredible stamina, even considering how hot and bothered he must have been in the first place. Avril slurped at the residual ooze of watery semen, rolling the goo around in her mouth until she parted her lips and let the ooze dribble over her chin.    "You filthy bitch, Avril," Jenny said.    "I am, aren't I," Avril replied with a grin before she scooped a finger under a long strand of spunk that shivered in a fragile thread off her chin. She slid the digit into her mouth and cleaned it with a moue of pleasure. Avril then reached for her wine glass and swigged from it.    "I'm going for a shower," Jenny said as she rolled from the bed. She unfastened the straps of her shoes and kicked them from her feet. Then, after unclipping the garter belt at her waist, unrolling the stockings and removing her collar, Jenny padded from the room.    "You'll stay with us tonight, won't you John?" Avril asked as she moved close to her new lover. "And will you come and see me tomorrow? After you've seen your mother?"    John caressed Avril's head, the platinum blonde hair smooth under his fingers. "I'd like that," he murmured, a little shy now that the heat had dissipated and his cock had shrunk to a shrivelled giblet. "I ... I'd like to see you a lot more, Avril. If that's OK," he added hurriedly.    "I'd like that a lot." Avril squirmed and twisted onto her side to look at John when she spoke. "It's crazy, we don't know each other at all, and of course there's my ... profession, but I'd like to see you again, John. Even with the difference in our ages ..." She sighed and rubbed a palm over John's chest. Her hand slid to his diminished penis. Cupping the man in her hand, Avril continued. "Did you have fun?" she asked, in a sudden change of tack.    "Avril ... I ... it ..." John shook his head. 'It was just incredible, Avril. You and Jenny ... Wow. I'm going to remember this forever."    They kissed, a slow exploration, lingering and so filled with tastes and textures and new sensations for John. That Avril had recently virtually gargled with his spunk and then rinsed it down with Merlot didn't put John off kissing her one iota. He loved the way her tongue slid across his and the way she sighed and moaned. He touched her breasts again, savouring the weight of them and the way the nipples stiffened at his touch. When he reached a hand down between Avril's thighs, John was thrilled by the way she opened her legs and just offered herself.    "You're so wet," John sighed.    "And you're getting hard again."    "You make me hard, Avril."    "Do you want to put it in, or shall we save it for later? You've got me for the rest of the day and all night, darling. In fact, you've got as long as you like with me."    ***    "Fuck." The pain throbbed, dull yet deep at some point behind her forehead, a Cyclopean ache that even pulsed with every lub-lub of her heartbeat. Jenny licked her cracked lips and rolled over with a groan, reaching for her watch on the nightstand next to the bed.    Fragments came back to her from the night before -- Christmas Eve, so today was Christmas itself. Snapshot images of her and Avril and John in a series of pubs. Jenny dimly recalled the taxi ride back to the big house, vaguely remembered watching Avril and John, so obviously enthralled with one another, stagger upstairs to Avril's boudoir.    Jenny groaned again when she saw the time, the hands on the watch face indicating ten in the morning. Thirst and nicotine craving forced her out of bed, and after an unsteady, somewhat bilious decent to the ground floor, Jenny first gulped a pint of water and then set the kettle to boil. She flicked on the television and watched, through bleary eyes, only half paying attention to the sight of saccharin celebrities enthusiastically doling out gifts in some children's hospital.    She smoked and sipped coffee and hoped the fucking hangover wasn't going to be too dire.    "Morning," Avril trilled as she appeared in the kitchen. "Merry Christmas!"    "Oh yeah, a very merry fucking Christmas," Jenny croaked hoarsely. "You look way more bright than you deserve," she added as she turned to face her friend.    "And you look awful, dear," Avril replied. 'It's a good job you're not working today. You'd scare the poor chaps away."    Jenny grimaced and sucked at a fresh cigarette. "Well thanks a lot." She narrowed her eyes and regarded a chipper Avril as the woman bustled around the kitchen. "How come you're so full of the joys?" Even as she asked the question, Jenny held up a hand. "Don't tell me ... a hard-on put that smug smirk on your face."    Reaching for the burning cigarette between Jenny's fingers, Avril sucked on it and then coughed out a cloud of smoke. "Bloody hell," she spluttered. "I'm glad I've gave those disgusting things up." Then, when she'd recovered from the coughing spasm sufficiently, Avril scolded, "And don't be so uncouth, Jenny." She laughed. "It's Christmas, I'm full of seasonal cheer and goodwill ... But yes, I've been up half the night ..." Avril's face twisted into a grin. "... Or should I say, John's been up half the night. The boy's insatiable, darling! I almost had to call for your assistance." Avril levelled a look at the dishevelled and decidedly bleary-eyed Jenny. "Not that you'd have been much help. Rat-arsed last night, weren't you."    "I'll say," Jenny replied, her mouth turned up at the corners in a wry grin. "But what about you and John? You were all over each other. In public too. It was embarrassing to watch. At your age ..." she teased.    "I... I like him, Jenny. I can't explain it. I'm as surprised as anyone. But we had a talk, last night, in between some very, very energetic sex." In an aside to the main topic, as Avril was prone to do, she added, "He's a quick learner, and very keen, and he's absolutely filthy, darling. He had his tongue squirming in my anus while he used two fingers and a thumb on my cunny and clitty." Avril rolled her eyes at the delicious memory of her lover's wriggling tongue probing her sphincter. "But we'll just see how it goes. No expectations, no promises ... Other than I'm going to stop working and just run the house from now on. No more fucking the guests." Avril's expression turned sly and she smirked. "But we might have some fun with other people as a couple. I've tried monogamy and it just doesn't suit me. I'm too much of a randy slut, but as long as John and I are clear on boundaries, I think we could have a little fun together."    But Jenny was no longer paying any attention to Avril's heartfelt outpouring. Instead she was distracted by the television. She blinked and stared at the screen as a talking head of a newscaster, the news having briefly replaced the hospital programme, blathered on.     "Fucking hell!" Jenny cried suddenly. Turning to Avril, cigarette smouldering in the ashtray, her coffee forgotten. With the hangover relegated to a distant point in her consciousness, Jenny blurted, "A pen, Av ... Quick, I need a fucking pen. Oh my fucking God!" she cried, her fingers in her mouth. "I don't believe it."    "What? What is it?" Avril demanded, her face creased with shock at Jenny's outburst.    "Just give me a fucking pen, Av. Quick."    Avril, not understanding the reason for Jenny's urgent demand, but responding all the same, scurried to a drawer in the kitchen counter. She rummaged for a few moments before, with an exclamation of triumph, raised a pen into the air. "I've found one!"    "Give it to me, for fucks sake," Jenny said as she grabbed wildly at the pen.    She scribbled a series of numbers onto her forearm as they slid across the screen under the newscaster's jaw.    "What the hell's wrong, Jenny?" Avril asked when, after following her friend upstairs, she found Jenny in the bedroom she'd occupied the night before.    "Oh my, God ..." Jenny gasped after scrabbling in her purse.    "What? Will you tell me ... What on Earth's the matter?"    "I've won!" Jenny cried out, holding a piece of paper in the air. "The lottery, Avril. The big draw last night. I bought a ticket yesterday on the way here. Oh, Avril. I've won the fucking lottery!" 
   
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 The Bet 
 by Cris Helmare 
   
 
 
 Author’s note:  
 
 This is a story I wrote back in 2000 for Score magazine for first North American Serial rights. Upon publication, I was appalled to find that several sections had been edited with my original text replaced with what the editor apparently thought was better. I was so pissed that I’ve never submitted anything to Score since. I seriously doubt they’re smarting from my lack of submissions, though. This is the first time it’s been posted in its original form. ~Cris 
 
   
       There are some women who don’t mind flirting. A suggestive comment is replied with another. But there are also women who will try to sue you to the last penny if you even mention that they look nice. Fortunately for Greg, the woman he worked with at the office was the former. Her name was Qris Jonsson and she was not only extremely attractive, but built like a wet dream. 
       “What kind of name is KWIS?” he’d asked her once trying to pronounce it (don’t all ‘Q’s have a ‘W’ sound after them?). 
       “It’s pronounced KRIS, and it’s a very unique name. Like  me ,” she’d answer with a suggestive look. 
       But at the moment, Greg was in his office cube watching Gail, the new sales rep, make photo copies. From his vantage point behind her, she couldn’t see him admire her form. As she bent over the machine, her suit jacket lifted to reveal the curve in her derrière. She was another knockout, but of a very different type. She was quite the prude. Any sexual innuendo either went completely over her head, or she would admonish you severely for being a pervert. She was a few years younger than Greg, say, in her early twenties, had short shiny jet-black hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes were of such a light blue that they almost seemed white. She tried to cover up her top heavy figure with overly dowdy business suits with long jackets, but there was only so much she could conceal. 
       He imagined coming behind her and pushing her jacket up to completely reveal her curvaceous cheeks under a tight skirt. In his fantasy she was leaning over the copier and turned to smile at him as he pulled down her skirt and panties. 
       “I really want you to fuck my ass,” said the fantasy prude. He slipped his stiff one inside her while he reached over to unbutton her jacket, rip open her blouse and fondle her grapefruit-sized breasts. As he pumped her tight asshole, she cried out: “Yes! This is what I want! Pump me full of cum!” 
 “I think she’s a closet S & M freak, myself,” came a very  real  voice in Greg’s ear. He bolted upright, caught in the act of staring at Gail’s behind. 
 It was Qris, so it was okay. She laughed. “I know where  your  mind was at!” 
 Greg smiled. 
 “You like her, huh?” Qris asked. 
 After a moment’s thought, he answered, “She’s... interesting.” 
 “As interesting as me?” she asked in her ‘alluring voice’ as she ran her hand suggestively up the side of her body. It was another joke, but  man ... when she did that, his blood pressure rose. As usual, his cock was already rock hard beneath his desk. 
 Sure, Qris was tall and shapely, but where Gail was busty, Qris was  huge.  Impossibly so, he often thought. He’d have been impressed had he seen her picture in a big tit magazine, but as a colleague in the world of business her figure was even all the more bizarre. 
 About the size of a pair of watermelons, Qris’ twin behemoths stuck out a majestic  foot  in front of her ribcage. On cold winter days, those monsters could sprout dick-swelling nipples as thick as a pinkie finger. 
 Yet, Qris’  face  was beautiful too, with high Norwegian cheekbones and deep brown eyes set in a face framed by shoulder-length auburn hair. In her early thirties, her office attire was typically lightly conservative. She didn’t try to cover up or highlight her feminine assets. Mind you, there wasn’t anything anyone could do to try to cover up  her  assets. 
 “... Different  than you,” he finally responded. 
 “ I’ll  say!” she smiled. As she sat down beside him, one of her massive breasts came to rest on his desktop. “Do you think Gail’s a virgin?” she asked. 
 “Is the sky blue?” Greg responded. 
 “You’re so sure?” 
 “What... you don’t think so?” He was surprised. 
 “Just because somebody acts a prude, it doesn’t mean they abstain,” she said. 
 “I just can’t see anyone getting past that frigid attitude of hers,” Greg replied. 
 “I’ll bet you she’s done it,” Qris said. 
 “No way.” 
 “ Way ,” she retorted. “We could find out.” 
 “All right,” he said. “What do ya want to bet?” 
 She thought for a moment or two, and then a mischievous little smile spread across her sensuous lips. 
 “What is it?” he asked. He knew that look. She’d thought of something devilish. 
 “High stakes bet?” she asked. 
 “Sure,” he replied. Now he was  really  curious. 
 “Whoever wins the bet, gets to see the other in their skivvies.” 
 Immediately, his pulse raced with the thought. Was she kidding? 
 He managed to force a laugh, although he didn’t find it funny. 
 “I’m serious!” she said. 
 “How would we arrange something like that?” 
 “How about we rent a hotel room nearby, and then at lunch, we head over there and the loser shows all?” she suggested. 
 “You must really want to see me in my underpants,” he said. 
 “I  do ,” she replied in an overly sensuous tone. 
 He thought about it for a moment. This wasn’t just their typical sexual innuendo banter. She  meant  this. 
 “What do we do after the loser shows almost all?” he asked. 
 She smiled. “You put your clothes back on and we go back to work.” 
 “You mean,” he said, “you put  your  clothes back on.” 
 “Does that mean you take my bet?” she asked. 
 After a moment he said, “You’re on. But how are we going to find out?” 
 “Easy,” she replied. “One of my friends is good friends with one of Gail’s. Let’s go ask her.” 
 “Right now?” 
 “Sure,” she said getting up. “Why wait?” 
 So Greg followed Qris’ gyrating posterior across the building to customer service. In no time at all, Qris’ gossipy little friend yakked all about Gail’s “secret” sexual antics (apparently, she was only a prude at the office). When Qris’ acquaintance finished her diatribe, Greg looked at Qris. She just stared at him with a devilish grin. 
   
 They drove to the motel in separate cars. When he got there, Greg found that Qris was already inside, waiting. She had drawn the curtains and was sitting in the darkness in a trench coat next to a boom box. She had turned a goose-necked desk lamp up so that it acted as a spotlight. 
 “Wow,” he said, “you’re really into this.” 
 “Wouldn’t  you  be?” she asked. 
 She had a point. He’d have given anything to see Qris in bra and panties. 
 “Okay,” he sighed, “let’s get this over with. What do you want me to do?” 
 “Just get in front of the light and start taking off yer duds while I play some mood music.” 
 The “mood music” turned out to be the stripper’s dance, of course. He stepped out into the light and began to remove his clothes. He even got into it a bit at the end, twirling his socks around suggestively. Qris laughed and clapped. 
 Finally, Greg was down to just his pants. He pulled these off with a flourish and then stood there arms wide. 
 “That’s it,” he said. “I hope you’ve enjoyed the show.” It’s a good thing, he thought, that I’m in good shape, or this would’ve been  really  embarrassing. 
 “You get an ‘A’ for effort,” she said, standing up. “And I’m impressed. Part of me wondered if you’d go thru with it.” 
 “Yeah, well, now that I did, let’s get back to work,” he said and bent down to pick up his things. 
 “But the Show’s not over,” she said. 
 His heart skipped a beat and he froze. 
 What was she going to do? 
 Qris changed the music on the boom box. Now it was dance music with a deep beat. “I think you’ve earned this,” she said and unbuttoned the trench coat. 
 Greg looked up to see Qris emerge from the darkness behind the lamp in a short-cropped tee shirt and spandex miniskirt. She began to dance a pulse raising dance. He could tell her breasts were still holstered in some massive bra by the way they bounced, but it was still a very arousing performance. 
 “Now I get to see something I  really  wanted to see,” she called over the music as she stared at his crotch. Naturally, her performance was getting a reaction from his cock. Her dance hadn’t really been necessary. Her just standing there would’ve gotten him aroused. But her little act was getting him extra hot and his tool strained under its cotton sheath, distending the fabric considerably. 
 “You don’t play fair,” he said. 
 “Never,” she cooed and shook her shoulders so that her mammoth pontoons bounced about within the super bra’s confines. 
 Finally the music stopped and she stepped up to within a few paces of him. She looked down at his pumped up organ tenting his briefs. 
 “Big ‘un you got there,” she said. 
 “Likewise,” he said. 
 She smiled. “I’m sorry,” she lied, “but once I got you in your skivvies, I couldn’t resist the tease... Should we go back to the office now?” 
 “I guess,” Greg said dumbly. 
 “Or should I level the playing field?” She asked and dropped her skirt to reveal black lace panties. “You’ve been such a good sport, after all.” And with that she hiked the tee shirt up and over her head to reveal her mighty wonders bulging within the biggest bra he’d ever seen. It was all black and much of it was so shear he easily made out the shade of her areolae. It supported her well enough, but it was also cut low and a tad tight so that her cleavage bulged out. 
 She stepped up closer so that her incredible leviathans were a mere inch from his chest. 
 “Oh man, Qris,” he said, his breathing shallow. 
 “Do you like?” she cooed. “You know what  I’d  like?” 
 “What?” 
 “To see that big dick of yours out in the open,” she husked. “Would that be okay? Even if I’m still in my undies?” 
 He couldn’t speak. His heart raced and his head was spinning. Was this really happening? 
 Finally, he managed to nod briefly. 
 She pulled his briefs down. His pecker popped out stiff and throbbing. Its head was bloated and scarlet. A small drop of pre-cum was building at the tip. 
 She stood as close to him as she could without her bosoms touching him. 
 “Now what?” he managed to whisper. 
 She smiled her devilish smile again and he felt her fingers lightly stroke the underside of his penis. He gasped. 
 “You like that?” she teased. 
 “Oh yeah...” His voice was barely audible. 
 “Do you want to see more?” she asked and without waiting for a reply she unhooked the front of her titanic brassiere and let free her ponderous bags of flesh. 
 They were spectacular! His member bucked at the sight of them undulating before him. They were so  big!  Their texture so creamy. They seemed to have a life of their own, these super blown blimps of lust. A pair of bowl-sized aereolae, swollen with desire, was capped with thick rubbery deep pink nipples that pointed at his chest. They enlarged beneath his gaze in the cool air, seemingly trying to reach out for him. 
 “No touch,” she said. “Just watch.” And with that she jiggled her colossal poon before his eager eyes while her fingers played lightly with his distended pulsing cock. 
 Soon she had him visibly shaking under her caresses. 
 “Oh, Qris,” he quivered. He couldn’t get over how  big  she was. He wanted to grab those bobbling watermelons so badly. Her succulent nipples grew thicker and harder as her own desire began to mount. Soon they rivaled the tips of his thumbs in size. 
 Precum oozed freely from his cockhead now and she used it to lubricate her ministrations. He let out a deep moan. 
 “You like that?” she teased again. 
 He nodded. 
 “Would you like to touch my breasts?” she asked. “Do you want to feel how soft they are? How  full  they feel? Could you handle it if I let you sink your hands into my big soft bosoms?” She finally took his hands and placed them on her velvety overstuffed pillows. 
 “Oh, Qris, you’re so... so...  Ohhh! ” he moaned, barely able to stand as she returned her hands to his cock. 
 “What were you saying Greggy?” she teased. “Are you gonna pump in my hands, Greggy?” she cooed, teasing his pole faster. 
 He felt like a teen having sex for the first time with a more experienced, older woman. She had him right where she liked it. And so did he. 
 “Are my boobies  big  enough for you?” she asked in a husky whisper while she slowly shook her shoulders. Her corpulent sacks bounced maddeningly beneath his touch. 
 “Oh  yeahhh... ” he said as he squeezed and fondled her doughy dugs. He stroked them, his hands passing over acres of tit-flesh. He hefted them in his palms. They were  heavy. 
 She began to push her monstrous tits into his chest now, slowly forcing him to the bed. The sensation of her big thick nipples rubbing against his chest only made him more delirious with ecstasy. She put her soft soft lips to his and gently caressed his mouth. 
 “How long can you take this?” she whispered. 
 “Not...” he gasped again as her tongue slid into his mouth, filling it with her soft muscle. When she pulled it out slowly from between his lips a moment later, all he could say was: “Uhhh!” 
 His eyes glazed over. He sunk his hands deep into her voluminous udders. She knew he’d burst in any moment. Her tongue continued to tease his, darting in and out of his open, panting mouth. With one hand she cupped his balls and with the other she felt his cock swell yet again as she stroked his tool, slick with pre-cum. 
 “Do it, baby!” she squealed. “Cum!” 
 She stared into his eyes. They were wide... wider...  wider!  
 “Pump for me!” she whispered and pressed her glorious globes into his chest one last time. 
 He tensed and then hot semen exploded into her hand in fast heavy gushes. 
 “Oh  yeah ,” she cooed to him with a delicious smile. “That’s it...  Cum  for Qrissy...” Again and again his organ erupted. She engulfed his phallus between her legs and pumped his member with her hips. He gushed load after load between her thighs while her tongue dove deep inside his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, causing her leviathans to bulge explosively to the sides. She stroked him dry like that, her hips pounding, her legs drenched in spunk. 
 The backs of his legs were now against the edge of the bed. When he finally finished cumming she pushed him back with one mighty shove of her whopping torpedoes. He lay there exhausted and happy. She let him relax there a moment with his eyes closed and his legs splayed apart while she went to rinse the cum off her legs. 
 A short while later he heard her come back into the room. She was such a sight to behold. 
 “You don’t think my breasts are too big for my frame, do you Greggy?” she asked and spun around slowly for him to view her from all sides. He was struck by what good shape she was in. Her back was extremely muscular. It would have to be, he realized, to carry that weight around all day. 
 “You must work out a lot,” he said. 
 “Every day for a couple of hours, lover,” she said. “I need to keep fit, ‘cause these babies are  really  heavy. But you didn’t answer me. Do you think they’re  too  big?” she moaned and brought her arms together, squeezing her stupendous orbs between them. They bulged obscenely before him. 
 “I like them like that,” he replied. She smiled and knelt between his legs, pressing her velvety mountainous globes against his crotch. Once again his tool began to inflate. He couldn’t believe that any of this was truly happening. It had always been his fantasy to get Qris into bed and now that it was happening it was better than he’d ever imagined. 
 “This is some lunch hour,” he said. 
 “Do you like this?” she cooed again. She was wrapping her melons around his tool now. “Do you like it when a girl’s aggressive?” 
 “I like it when  you  are,” he said. 
 “I put some baby oil between my breasts,” she said, his cock now engulfed between those velvety pillows. It felt wonderful inside her cleavage: warm and soft. He felt the delicate, yet firm pressure increase as she pressed her elbows together, squeezing her abundance around his cock. Slowly, she began to pump her whoppers up and down on his still swelling shaft. It was an incredible sensation as these burgeoning  planets  rode his shaft, their nipples pointing at him. Greg let out a low moan of satisfaction. 
 “Don’t  you  want to come?” he asked her. 
 “Oh, I will, baby, “ she whispered. “I  will .” 
 Up and down her distended megajugs slid over his tool. He looked down to see her staring back at him hotly. His member never appearing into view from the cleavage of those massive gunnysacks. 
 “This sure beats bantering sexual innuendoes in the office,” he said. 
 She mouthed the words:  I’M...GOING...TO...MAKE...YOU...POP! 
 She suddenly stood up. He couldn’t get over how  hot  she looked! Her massive udders bobbled about. Her aereolae were so swollen they seemed like honeydew halves bulging out of her breasts. Each topped off with wicked scarlet nipples the size of thumbs. If he thought they’d gotten large from the cold, that was nothing next to their size when she became aroused. 
 “Now it’s my turn,” she said and straddled him, stupendous gourds dangling above him. “I’m gonna fuck you, Mr. Greggory.” 
 Her box was dripping as he felt her outer labia brush his dome. 
 This is it,  he thought.  I’m actually going to  fuck  Qris!  Her beautiful brown eyes locked on his as she began to impale herself on his turgid pole. A grin spread across her face as if to say, Yeah, this ain’t no dream, you’re  inside  me! Slick and tight, it was wonderfully warm and soft within her. She bent down and dragged her humonguous duffle bags across his chest and stomach with each stroke of his organ. 
 He fondled her mighty treasures while she brought them both closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke. 
 “Is this good, Greggy?” she asked yet again. “Do you like my boobies caressing you like this?” 
 He nodded. It was so delicious that he was surprised that he was lasting as long as he was. Her cunt was so tight and slick... her breasts were so powerfully enormous ...  and then there was Qris’ face. She was so sexy: her eyes burned with desire (and she never took them off of his) and her lips were full and pouty. 
 “I can’t take much more of this,” he warned her. 
 She brought her lips to his ear and whispered. “Tell me that I’m big.” 
 “Oh Qris... “ he was getting close. 
 “ Tell me, ” she insisted, teasing his lips with her tongue. 
 “...You’re big,” he said. 
 “ How  big?” she giggled. Apparently, this really helped get her off. 
 “You’re  really  big,” he said and moaned. She mashed her immense bloaters into his chest and picked up the pace on her strokes. 
 “Oh, yeah!” she moaned and kissed him deeply, her tongue playing with his. 
 “I can’t believe how  huge  your tits are!” he cried when she withdrew her lips for a moment. And it was true. He found it difficult to believe that this super bosomed vixen was fucking him now in a motel room during his lunch break. And she was the biggest breasted woman he’d ever seen! 
 “Tell... me... again...” she managed to say while she bucked his tool quite furiously now, her monster jumbos flopping fiercely against his chest. 
 “They’re so big... So soft... So huge...” 
 She lost it. Her mouth formed a big “O” and her eyes rolled up into their sockets. Grinding her pelvis against his, he felt a flood of juices pour from her box. She grabbed his head and shoved his mouth against one of her super thick nipples. He sucked it in gladly only to feel her body shake in convulsions. A scream was torn from her throat as she writhed atop him. 
 It was way too much for him. This vision of Qris gone animal in climax shoved him over the edge and with a fierce upthrust his cock exploded deep inside her canal. His cry was muffled by the titanic zeppelin smothering his face, one of her distended teats drawn deeply within his mouth. He could feel her body still shuddering in waves of orgasm as he pumped load after load far inside her. 
 When he finished cumming, he held her tight as the last of her orgasms rippled through her body. Finally, as she regained her focus, she looked down on him and smiled. 
 “Oh, baby,” she whispered, “that was incredible.” She cupped his face in her hands and she kissed him deeply, playing with his tongue. 
 Eventually, he grew soft and slipped out of her. She rolled off of him and lay there on her right side looking back at him, her head propped up with an arm. Her huge left breast sat on top of the right one, squashing it somewhat. He gazed at them for a while as they rose and fell slightly with her breathing. Her now soft nipples still pointed at him, but had shrunken to only a quarter inch in height. Her areolae had deminished as well, yet they retained their large diameters. 
 “I have a confession to make,” she said after a few minutes. 
 “Oh, really?” he responded, reaching out to caress her hefty wonders. 
 “I stacked the deck. I’d already talked to Gail’s girlfriend before I came over to make the bet with you,” she admitted. 
 “Is that so?” he said. 
 “Uh-huh,” she replied and lightly stroked his cheek. “I knew I’d win the bet in advance.” 
 “I suppose I should be angry with you,” he mockingly chided. 
 “Do you forgive me?” she asked in a little girl’s voice. She drew close to him once more, her lips teasingly brushing his. “Is there anything I can do that would make you forgive me?” she asked and brought her other hand to his once again stiff member. 
 “I suppose we could call in that we got sick during lunch and couldn’t return,” he suggested. “After all, we work in different departments. I doubt anyone will make a connection.” He reached around her and pulled her to him tightly, her obese orbs bloating voluptuously out to the sides. 
 “Mmmmm,” she said, “I suppose this  will  take a bit longer than a typical lunch hour.” 
 He smiled. “After all, three years of sexual innuendoes and flirting can’t be satiated in 60 minutes.” 
 Once again she guided his missile into her waiting silo. “Or even an afternoon,” she said and impaled herself on his shaft. This time it was his turn to stroke and having cum a couple of times already, he could last a lot longer now. He pounded into her tunnel mercilessly while she begged for more. And the afternoon had only just begun. 
 Yeah, there are some women who don’t mind flirting, and Greg was glad that some women, one in particular, wanted to do a whole lot more than just flirt. 
   
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 pornography generation 
 Redshift  May 2013 
   
 i think too much  about throwing up  about emptying   that which people tell me  is wrong.    to society  i am  disgusting  i am   too fat  i am  repulsive  "no one wants to look at THAT"  they say.  because beautiful  is malnourished bones  thighs that don't touch  stick-thin arms  bony  ribcages...    it has been POUNDED INTO ME  that beautiful is NOT  what i am  that beautiful   is achieved by the shape of your body...  and maybe i'm not a perfect size  maybe my stomach isn't flat  maybe my thighs  are chubby  maybe  i'm not a lot of things  but i believe  that i AM  beautiful...  and no amount  of ugly hearted people  who tell me that i am not  will get to me.    i was made like this  and i would not change it  for the world.  suck it,  pornography generation. 
 not everyone is going to look like a porn star. in fact, hardly anyone. stop holding us to that standard, because it is ridiculously unrealistic. 
   
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 A Few Christmas Naughty Tales 
   
 
 Woman’s Story: Mile-High Masturbation 
 
 I got turned on by a great story my husband told me about being masturbated by the woman who sat next to him on a night bus trip. Next time we were traveling together we decided to do the same. 
 We were flying to a northern city for Christmas. The plane was packed. After the meal was served and tidied away most people fell asleep. I was by the window and my husband was in the middle. I put the blanket over him and as he pretended to sleep, I unzipped him and started on a slow hand job in the dark. He put out so much precum his whole shaft was soon wet and he came on my hand and on the blanket in a few minutes. 
 The woman sitting on the other side of him, facing a little away, squirmed a little in her seat as my husband came, and she turned toward me a bit afterwards and gave me a great big smile. I was very wet after this and excused myself to go to the toilet. I had a beautiful orgasm there, with another woman just outside the door waiting to be next! 
   
 
 Man’s Story: On-the-Job Training 
 
 Our office division secretary is an average looking 23-year-old strawberry blonde. At our last Christmas party she got really drunk and wanted to sober up before going home. I decided to help her down to the break room and get some coffee. As we opened the door we surprised another female coworker giving two of our sales managers blowjobs. As they hurriedly left, our secretary laughed and pointed at them. A little later she started laughing again and said that she wished she knew how to give a good blowjob. Figuring she was just drunk and talking out of her head, I jokingly told her that when she was ready that I'd be glad to help her out. She never really sobered up so I got another of our female coworkers to take her home. 
 A week later as our New Year's Eve party ended, our secretary pushed me into my private office, and thanked me for what I'd done. Then she told me that she wasn't that drunk when she said what she did and wanted to take me up on my offer. She then unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and briefs to the floor. She told me she was ready to learn how to be a great cocksucker as she stroked and licked my cock. That's been almost a year ago now and the lessons are continuing. 
   
 
 Man’s Story: It Was in the Cards 
 
 During Christmas 2001, our friend visited us. Both my wife and I had not seen Frank for over seven or eight years. On Christmas Eve, the three of us were playing cards and watching TV. To make the game challenging, we agreed that the winner would get blindfolded and get a 20-minute body massage by one of the two losers, without knowing which one. 
 My wife won. We put the blindfold on her eyes and rested on her stomach. Frank started giving her a massage in the shoulder area. She was quiet and relaxed. As Frank's hands moved closed to her under arms and breast area, she opened her mouth and started to breath harder. Then she lifted her legs, and her nightgown slipped and exposed her legs. I could not help but come closer and touch her legs. She did not mind having four hands on her, not knowing whose hands were where! When I moved my hands up her legs, Frank started to move his hands closer and closer to her breasts. Then he worked his hands under her nightgown and started to squeeze her breasts. 
 I pulled her panties down as Frank pulled up her nightgown. At that point, she had nothing on except the blindfold! She was smiling and sometimes laughing while asking, "Who is up and who is down?" She did not hear an answer back! Both Frank and I got naked and switched positions. Frank started to kiss her by her belly. Then, he went down kissing her in her vagina. She started to move and breathe harder. I brought my body closer to her until my dick was near her face. She pulled my dick and started to suck on it. Frank and I switched positions. I was kissing her as she was sucking on Frank. She pulled off her blindfold and started rubbing on Frank's ass. I was so hot. I started fucking her as she was sucking Frank, and I came inside her in less than a minute. 
 She rolled Frank over and sat on the top of Frank until he came. Then she pulled both of us by her and said, "Merry Christmas!!! This is the best Christmas gift you ever gave me!" 
   
   
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 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar 
 by CopperSkink © 
   
 Let me tell you what, I'm in a good mood. I just can't help meself! Christmas lights, Christmas songs, Christmas outfits on pretty girls, and Christmas booze. Hi, I'm Derrick, and this is part five of my story. I'll be done after this, so I want to make this one a good'un. I'll start this show off on a non-particular day at work, where my old boss let me come back to put some time in, seeing as it was the holidays and I needed some cash.    "Hey, beautiful." That was said to me, not the other way around. Jess, the hottie bartender, slid up next to me behind the bar and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and returned the kiss, though I caught her more on the lips, and she fixed our buss so it was something a tongue could come out and dance to. We are in Rotterdale, after all.    The owner came around to scold us, though even she was too full of the holiday cheer (also known as "Julie's Nog") to give us anything less than a huge smile when she did. Jess took off with a smile of her own as well as a wink, and her skirt mysteriously flipped up with her hop off. "See you later, beautiful," she said.    Damn, that Jess has a sweet ass. Being that it's the holidays, I just might take that for a Christmas spin. Shit, maybe tonight. Normally I never would, but she was so happy to see me when I got back, and I just can't think of unpleasant things lately.    It was boxing day at Julie's. Not the day after Christmas, more like the first Sunday of the month that saw boxing all day. Those that didn't go to Rotterdale Event Center to watch the show live came instead to Julie's to watch on any one of our rather large screens (too big to watch "The Big Game" in public, but nobody gives a fuck about that professional shit in this town), keeping us busy all day long. My dear girlfriend Cindy had secured herself a permanent stool next to her twin Sara, who was making eyes at me all day. The two would occasionally slip outdoors to stretch their legs, but they'd always return to keep me company whilst I "kept the wicks greased."    This doesn't matter, but that was a really bad metaphor for getting the locals drunk. See, our town mascot is "The Bomb." Big, round, shiny black ones with long, erect, err... fuzes. Fuze, wick, alcohol, saturation; you let that image work for you however you want. I just smile and serve the drinks.    I leaned in for a kiss with Cindy, who, after delighting my lips with hers, turned my chin to face Sara to get more of the same. Me, I was serving behind the bar with Jess, who always pulled the all-pay-per-view shift on boxing day. Cindy and Sara had just watched me kissing Jess with smiles on their eyes; it was well known I was dating Cindy at that time and that she'd "remained faithful" to me during my "absence", so it was quite impressive for me to mack on the barmaid in front of her and her sister (very much in public, anyways; neither of them cared), whom was rumored to share in on mine and Cindy's relationship.    "She's pretty," Cindy said to me after one more over-the-bar kiss, referring to barmaid Jill. Once again, like clockwork, she used her chin to nudge my face to her right, where her twin's warm lips were waiting to greet me. "I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet."    I let my tongue linger with Sara's for just a moment more. "I have," I said, propping myself up on my elbows, leaning across the bar. "Like, almost a year ago now."    "Was she any good?" Cindy was on an elbow of her own, and her fingers were tracing mine on the bar. Sara was watching the screen idly, but her own fingers were curling themselves through a loose strand of her twin's hair.    "Eh." Despite having honestly enjoyed my time with Jess, I wasn't above a little harmless flattery that expressed the absurd idea that no cooter was worth mentioning in the presence of modelesque Cindy. Something like that.    She took it as encouragement. "I'm sure she's got better in a year, with all the attention she gets working here. You should try her again."    In response, I leaned in again and kissed her more earnestly. Sara's hand landed on where ours were joined, and when I backed away, I saw Cindy had been caressing Sara behind her neck as though it was her she was kissing. Then she gave her that look like there was a secret between the two, a secret that I happened to know. It was enough to give a fourth-grader a beaming erection. Me, I was a mature adult. I waited until their lips briefly brushed together before my "Christmas tree" "got turned on", which I could get away with, it being hidden behind the bar.    The sleigh bells hanging over the door rang, the nearest waiter hollered out the house greeting, and many sets of eyes were cast to the door, and no one was disappointed. Dressed in a fine winter coat, boots, and jeans was Salamandy Ravenlock, a woman with whom I shared a special and rather surprising love of late. She saw me right away and rushed right over.     Cindy and Sara were also staring, and to my surprise, they were both smiling rather pleasantly, and their smiles persisted even until Sally pulled up next to them at the bar to kiss me over the counter. I think I was setting a record for how many different women's tongues I had in my mouth that day. She glanced shyly at her twin sisters, but they seemed happy to see her. That's strange, by the way. There's always been great tension between them, like mixing Carolina-Blue and Duke-Blue in the wash. Your clothes just come out looking like they've been through war.    "Hi, Mandy," Cindy said rather enthusiastically. She even reached for her neck and pulled her close until they were kissing. Sara and I were watching closely along with other patrons, and we weren't disappointed when Cindy pushed forward, parting her jaws to let her tongue press forward. Mandy's mouth opened in response, and those as close as Sara and I could see their tongues dance for a brief moment through the parting of their lips.     When Cindy let go, she was beaming, and Sally didn't have a chance to think about it before Sara went for a turn of her own. Always determined to outdo her twin, Sara let her tongue linger a little longer, parted her lips for the two of us to see a little bit better, moaned ever so quietly.    "So... umm... I was wondering..." Sally was actually looking flustered. I'd caused that look on her face several times in private, but I'd never seen her looking so vulnerable in public. "So... Derrick..." Her eyes flashed back to the twins as though they were a wall between Sally and me. "The girls and I, we were gonna... if you wanted... do you wanna come to a party?"     She then looked to the twins, who were simply giving her their attention rather than being noisy between themselves as they were wont to do when anyone on the planet tried to get their attention. "You guys can come too, if you want. It's just a couple of friends and family, nothing too crazy."    "Hard to imagine that party being small if you're inviting all your sisters," I joked, trying to ease the apparent tension. I turns out I needn't have worried; Cindy was quick to recommend to both Sara and me that we accompany her, since she was definitely going and could hardly go without her boyfriend or her twin.    "You wanna watch the main event with us?" Sara then asked after agreeing to make an appearance. She was very much her own person, and she would just as soon go off to a party by herself as go with her twin. Still, I felt the same warmth in her as Cindy in being so painstakingly kind to her raven-haired sister. Cindy and Sara are achingly blond, by the way.    Sally nervously took a stool next to Sara. Jess, always having an eye for pretty girls, scooted up before I could blink, handing Sally a menu. "Drink, beautiful?"    Didn't she just call me that? Sally ordered something with quite a bit of alcohol, then she got stuck between a steak and a certain soup that had originated in the Garden.    "Why don't you get them both?" Sara offered. "I'll help you with it."    "And some hot wings," Cindy added.    "Haven't you guys been here all day? You haven't eaten yet."    "It's dinner time," Cindy snot.    "What makes you think we've been here all day?"    "Your cushions have ass-marks in them."    Am I dreaming, or are these three actually getting along?    The three of them slaughtered the food when it arrived, and Sally killed two hefty nogs besides joining her sisters in the obligatory pint of stout that went with Rotterdale boxing. She got up to leave along with everyone else when the show ended, and both the twins gave her long hugs goodbye. I got one as well, though I had to take a break so she could have a private word with me outside. That private word turned out to be a very long kiss, which she ended by letting me know how very much she was looking forward to having me at the party.    The twins were there, again, watching me kissing Sally this time. What a strange feeling that was, kissing the girl I loved while my girlfriend and my consort watched on. I only knew for sure that whatever I was feeling for Sally, there was something buried inside her that felt the same way. I couldn't feel shame about kissing her if I wanted to.    When she was gone, Cindy jerked her head, as a person does, towards the back where the employees take their breaks. She and Sara looked quite delicious wrapped up in their coats again, and soon both pairs of arms were wrapped around me, both pairs of lips taking advantage of my break. When it was just the three of us, I couldn't much tell one from the other. Not from the way they looked, and not from the way they acted.    Normally Cindy would come visit me at work to spend my breaks with me, and we'd make out roughly just for the hell of it. Nothing too much, just a little mutual benefit as long as we were pretending to date. She'd stop short of teasing me too much because she had too much code to work me up without sleeping with me, so I was wondering what was going on this particular night. She was kissing me as roughly as usual, but her hands were going wild on me, prompting both Sara and me to grope whatever was in sight just to keep up.    When she was on break from kissing me, she made sure I was kissing Sara with everything I had while she went for my ear, which I loved. "Harder," she demanded, "deeper. If she thinks you're showing favorites, I won't get any from her tonight. Grab her ass like you mean it." She covered my hand and squeezed down on her sister's ass hard enough to make her squeak.    My hand went up to cup Cindy's cheek in support, but she pulled it quickly to her breast. Sara caught the act, and she made me do the same to her with my free hand. Me, I like holding a woman tightly to me when I fondle her, so I pushed them both against the cold building wall so my hands would have purchase against their bodies whilst I groped them both.    The golden goddesses, these twins. Their breath came out frozen, their cheeks were rosy, and their blond locks were spilling across their broad winter coats, free from the knitted hats they'd left inside. I loved the sight, and I loved touching them even more, something of a rare opportunity for me. They gasped and moaned as I ran my hands along their smooth torsos, ending always on their matching breasts that filled my hands so well. Their coats were open, leaving me to caress them through their zip-up wool sweaters whose necks rose all the way up their throats. I pushed these turtlenecks down with my lips so I could have their necks to myself.    I abandoned their breasts to touch their faces briefly. Both gave a kiss to my fingertips when my hands crossed over their mouths, and it was with great anticipation that I turned their chins inward towards one-another. They kissed, and I could feel all the blood drain out of my brain and into my dick. I knew the kiss of two people that knew they were going to make love that night, and that's what I saw in those two.    I reached back down again, this time catching Cindy's zipper while sweeping my hand around Sara's waist to dip my hand into her pants to grasp her bare ass. When I got Cindy's zipper down far enough, I slid my hand out of Sara's pants and took a hold of her hand, which she was using to pull her sister's face hard into hers, and slid it down, down into Cindy's open sweater, down to grasp the exposed breast.    I then took over Sara, kissing her, letting Cindy enjoy being touched. Sara let her other hand cover her other breast of her own violation, then we broke our kiss to stare cheek-to-cheek at her sister, moaning at her sister pinching her nipples. I moved behind Cindy and held Sara close so that their breasts were crushed together, then I pulled down on Sara's head, leading her to Cindy's tits. While I didn't get conjugal visits from either of them since that one night Sara and I had sex on the day I met them both, one thing they always encouraged me to do was to direct the action between the two of them. Sara was more than happy to suck her twin's tits for me.    I don't know what came over me, but I started working on my belt, and then Cindy's. I wanted to pork her from behind, out in the near-snow, like five minutes into my break being over, not even dark yet. But alas, it was not to be. She put her hand on mine, pulled it to her lips, and kissed it.    "Kiss my sister," she whispered into my ear rather than rebuttal me. She helped her Sara come back up, and as we locked lips, she settled into my ear, "That girl looks pretty. Take good care of her tonight. You're such a good boyfriend."    She zipped her top up and led her sister away by the hand like usual. Sara turned back and waved to me, saying, "Goodbye, Derrick," with a smile. I was left alone with one of the worst erections in my life and rather cold hands. I was rescued by Jess, who was done for the night and came out back to pollute her lungs.    "Hey, Derrick," she said in a much less flirtatious manner than while on-shift. She was tired; hell, I was tired. "You got a light?"    "I got something better than a light," I said with a sudden burst of erection. She looked at me expectantly, but I grabbed her and kissed her.    "My my," she cooed, "someone's girlfriend left him high and dry?"    "My apartment's in Raleigh," I said. "We'd better take off; traffic sucks there."    She looked at me, looked at her cigarette, looked down, bit her lip, then threw her cigarette over her shoulder as we headed off to the nearest trolley stop at a brisk pace.    **********    When I got back from "Macedonia," let's say that while I finally had a place to live away from the nest, the new place also contained my sister, which after the events in Macedonia seemed a bit too uncomfortable. Still, I continued to buck up rent for sweet Reo while rooming up with Bill instead.    Bill had moved to Raleigh because that's where they have affordable housing, but he works up north. He let me slide up to his spot for the time being under the circumstances, but down the grapevine Sally found out I was working overtime to pay rent on both places, so she worked out something with her dad so that he'd pay my share on my retainer at Reo's. I've even got spending money now.    Going to Raleigh from Rotterdizzle takes all of ten minutes once you get to the train, but the inner-city traffic to the apartment building can take an hour. Let me tell you what, my wonderful audience, that hour ten is much more fun when you've got a frisky, inebriated bar maiden going with you. It seemed she was looking forward to the coming night rather than just going to her own boring home with the lonely tree and no presents under it with nothing tasty in the fridge.    We knocked into the door once we found the right one; Jess was kissing me pretty vigorously and she was fairly inside my pants. The door recognized me and swung open for me, and I fell in after it with her landing on top of me. I yanked off everything she had on up top in one pull, and we took eight seconds to just kiss before she set out to work on my pants.    "Wuzgoinonhere?" Bill said from the bedroom door. The apartment is only two rooms, by the way. You think Jess would've minded if I told her my roommate was asleep so I'd have to fuck her on the couch?    "I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Jess giggled from astride me. Her breasts in her bra jiggled with her.    "Yeah," Bill said. He looked a little miffed.    "Aww... why don't you come get some? Roommate rules, right?"    "Huh?" I said.    "'Wake him up, invite him in,'" she quoted.    Bill and I looked at each other, looked at her, shrugged... "Fuck it; you ain't my fuckin' woman." I said that, by the way. She wanted to share, so be it.    There was some discussion about whose bed we'd romp in, but it wasn't like it mattered because both were too small. We ended up on the pull-out bed anyways, only Jess first went to take a shower. And believe me, when you pull a shift like that in a hot, wet bar full of people, you do not want to get into bed without bathing first. To "save time and hot water" I went in with her, really just getting first dibs since I were the one to brought her home. But when we got out, Bill had put coffee on, getting him a big kiss from Jess.    We tumbled around on the bed for a while, fixing to culminate with Bill giving the broadside to Jess. Then she hit us with it: "I want you to suck him off," she says to me.    "I'm good," Bill says instead. I've got a rather similar look on my face.    "Oh, come on," she insists. "How many times have you talked two girls into getting into bed, and in like, five minutes, it's all, 'come on, kiss each other.'"    "I don't wanna kiss him, either," Bill says.    "Besides, that's Sam you're thinking of," I reminded her. Sam plays the field, chats up the woman. Can't blame it on us, can she?    "Aren't you the one that keeps saying this town is sick?" she asked me.    I shuffled around uncomfortably, though her hand jerking on my cock was rather pleasant. Barmaid indeed. "Technically, I said the town has a sickness."    "And why is that?"    Somewhere between a sigh of defeat and one of rather intense physical pleasure, I said, "Because men and women can't get along for the time they're out of bed."    "And that doesn't have at all to do with we girls can't get fair turnabout? Come on, boys. Show a girl a good time. For every girl that got her roommate into the action when she brought a boy home."    "But all girls are bi," Bill attempted.    "I'm not, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see something hot once in a while."    Fuck it. It's Christmas, and Jess is pretty cool. After the excursion with Sally, I was ready to take it on faith that there were a few women out there who you could do something genuinely nice for that wouldn't stab you in the ass later. I grabbed hold of Bill's prick and pulled it out of Jess' pussy. Having already decided my path, I didn't fart around into wrapping my lips around it and going to town.    Bill didn't seem quite so ready for the new experience. "Wait, dude, I didn't... whoa."    "Oh my god, you're actually doing it," Jess said, her face a picture of disbelief.     "You want me to stop?"    "Hell no; that's sooo fucking hot." She put her face right next to mine to watch me suck Bill's dick. Honestly, I don't remember ever seeing a girl so happy in bed. Without me touching her, that is. She felt my lips stretched around him, felt my throat, then reached all the way down to my own dick to stroke me in support. She licked the rest of his cock hanging out (I may have been feeling helpful, but I wasn't about to try deep-throating a motherfucker), sucked his balls, bit his thighs, all that. Eventually went all the day down his legs where my cock was located, and she started sucking me off.    Now, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that was an experience. Jess, being at least as experienced in bed as I was, knew how to suck a good dick, but there were little imperfections: Not going deep enough, having bad timing, not putting her tongue in the right spot, all that shit. Men and women was built to fornicate, but when it comes to matters of oral sex, apparently gay is the only way. Bill, he was moaning and writhing like I was doing something right, and you know how I like to please a woman in bed. Bill may be a guy, but kiss my ass if I wasn't getting off on getting him off. 
   
   
 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 
 by CopperSkink © 
 The first story arc of Derrick's saga, "It was supposed to be about incest," concludes with a big-ass random ball out in the middle of Laurel University's Fitzhurst Football Stadium. No incest for poor Derrick, but hopefully his new buddy can fill in the gaps. Yes, this chapter continues with one more part after Derrick and Reoren take off in search of Riley and her buxom buddy. Please enjoy.    *********    I got back to Bill's pad; Bill was gone. I opened the suitcase to find the suit, took one look at it, zipped it back up, and took off.    *******     Knock knock knock...    "Derrick? Derrick! I'm so glad to see you!" Salamandy was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and my penis, over-worked as it was in a day's time, responded to her tight embrace when she pulled me into her house. "What're you doing here?"    "Need to get dressed, thought I'd come get help from someone that knows about these sorts of things. What're  you  doing here? I thought your dad booted your sweet ass out."    She played it off and led me by the hand to the front stairs. "Nah, he just said I needed to work of some steam. Most everyone is gone, so he's having me look after the little ones."    "Is my lady home?"    "Nope. Come upstairs."    She pulled me into a large room at the end of the upstairs hall. There was a single bed; but for the arrangements, it looked like two different fashion senses were going into the decorations. Over on the marbled oak vanity were two different jewelry boxes, each with a bust laced with an exquisite silver necklace, one with a name reading "Tiffany", the other saying "Prudence".    "Are we supposed to be in here?"    "My room got taken over and they're gone, so they won't mind." I was suddenly reminded of the old Salamandy, who didn't seem to think other people ever minded her. "Take your suit out."    Time was a factor, so I obediently dumped the heavy case onto the bed and unzipped it. Sally began pulling shit out left and right; her eyes were lighting up like so many lights laced within and without that very house. "Danny's work?"    "Yup."    "Who're you taking?"    "Don't know yet," I teased. "That is, don't know whom I'll be  leaving  with." She jabbed me in the gut. "You know that girl I lived with before you and I took off?"    "Oh yeah, her. Her?"    "Yup."  "Ouch."    "Ouch? What ouch?" But she was too busy sorting out clothes. "Sally,  what  ouch?"    "Probably nothing, but it's possible that she's not going to be wearing one of Melody's dresses."    "And?"    "This is a Danny-boy suit, the finest money can't buy, and a purple one at that. No, not the color, the dress code. It takes a Melody dress to make a Danny suit shine, you know what I mean?"    "No."    "Too late anyway. Let's get to work; get these clothes off."    This was either turning into a very interesting week, or my life was making a change for the better to be hearing that phrase every day. I worked my upper parts off, but like Melody, Sally was going straight for the belt. With her expertise, my flaccid penis was once again free to breathe the free air.    "I've missed this," she hummed, bending down to kiss it as soon as it came into the light. "I've missed  you ." She kissed me on the lips, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. "I can't wait for the party. Unless... you and this girl, you're getting serious? This dance is a pretty big deal."    "No way would I forget about you, and I  am  coming to your party. It just may be that I bring a date for you to play with."    Her look of nervous apprehension turned into a wicked grin, and we shared a full, deep kiss from there, letting our bodies sing together in pleasure. Suddenly it was just her and me again, lost out in the wilderness, two people alone in the world.    But getting back to business, she was very helpful in helping me get into the confusing piece of eveningwear. It was no simple three-piece suit, to be sure. Undershirts, underpants, socks with garters, tails on the coat, decorative studs in the buttonholes, and the bow tie was a nightmare that I'd've been absolutely sunk with had it not been for sweet Sally.     Throughout dressing me, she never let my cock get covered, pulling it straight through the fly in the silk boxer shorts, buttoning the trousers around it without zipping, and keeping the cummerbund out of the way. She kept rubbing up against me as well, constantly telling me how good I looked in the suit, better with every piece she fit on me. Last was the white gloves that matched the tie, and but for my cock sticking out, I was pretty spick'n'span.    She buttoned my coat closed, then ran her fingers down the frill of my white shirt and dipped them under my cummerbund to pull me close to her. We kissed yet again, pent-up from half an hour of flirting but not quite touching productively. Her fingers circled at last around my cock, and she sank to her knees to take me into her heavenly mouth.    Again, I wanted to speak up, say that I was saving myself, but she seemed to have the same thing in mind. "When I'm done with this dick," she said, "you'll be leaking so much precum through your pants, it'll stain her dress so she can't wear it anymore. You'll make her pussy so wet, you'll be smelling it on her garter well into the next year."    What the hell is a garter on a woman, and what did  I care what it smelled like after the dance was over?    The shine in her dark hair caught the light from the lamp, making her dazzle as her head bobbed up and down on me. "I want you to grind this dick into her all through the dance, make her pussy scream for only you," she demanded. "Then once you get her home, plow her hard all night long. Make her learn what this dick does to women. Matter of fact..."    She turned around and backed into me. With my hands automatically on her hips, I was boring into her skirt like practice for tonight. My eyes shut with the sensation, then I felt bare skin on my dick. Looking down, I saw her skirt had been pushed out of the way, and my cock was sliding through the crevice of her bare ass.    "Whoever this girl is, when you first drag her down by the hair to make her suck you off, she'll know you  always  stink of woman, and by the time the night is through, you'll be stinking of  her . She'll never come so hard in her life."    She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying fantasizing about me with another woman, especially with it being her pussy that was soaking my cock. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't getting all over my new pants.    She leaned up and rested her head on my shoulder with her back arched, making her ass press illegally hard against my dick. I could feel her heartbeat throbbing into my aching veins. "Have you fucked her yet?" she asked, almost pleading for an answer.    My hands slid up from her waist into her shirt to cup her delicious breasts that I'd been longing to hold for so long. "No," I whispered gently into her ear, which I gave a few short licks with my watering tongue. "Tonight'll be our first night. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll get lucky tonight."    "You will," she hissed back, grinding the entire length of my cock with long, delicious strokes. "If you follow my advice, her pussy will be aching for you like mine is." She kissed me, or I kissed her; it's hard to tell. We both went for each other so suddenly, her taking a deep dive on my cock, me pinching down harder than I knew she could stand on her nipples. "God, I can't wait for my party," she moaned. "I want you so bad, Derrick. Fuck her hard tonight, okay? For me?"    "I will," I said somewhat more calmly than reason should have allowed.    "After that, don't come until it's my turn, okay? Wait until you sleep with me?"    "I was trying to do that for tonight, but see how well  that  turned out," I chuckled, and she bit me on the lip.    "But you haven't come," she said, grinding dangerously high on my cock, threatening to impale herself on me, "not yet."    Phew, she didn't notice.    "But wait..." Oh shit. "Your cock smelled. You fucked someone today, didn't you?"    "What's it to you?" I challenged, lightly stroking her sides in a way I knew could make her come if I did it long enough. She shivered, but still she ground back on me.    "Who'd you fuck, Derrick? Did she soak your cock like I'm doing? Did she beg for it, or did you have to flirt with her until she couldn't stand it anymore?"    "Melody," I said in a soft voice.    "Bullshit."    "I came in her twice just this morning alone," I insisted, still speaking softly, calmly.    "There's just no way," she claimed, but her eyes were forced shut in pleasure; I could tell she was getting the forbidden picture in her head. She honestly didn't believe it was possible, but she  wanted  to believe.    "She dried me out so much, I thought there was no way I was gonna get it up for tonight, but seeing you..." I kissed the sheen of sweat on her neck as I talked her up, "I can't remember  ever  being this turned on in my life. If I blow now, I think I'll put a hole in the ceiling."    "I don't know if  I  can go without coming until the party," she cried. "Even past tonight, as soon as you leave, as soon as I try to take a shower, the water alone's gonna make me come. If you call me tonight after you put her to sleep, your voice will bring me off." She was almost in tears, unable to take what both of us wanted, our flesh touching but not interlocking.    "Let me hold you over with something special then," I offered.    "Yeah? What's that?"    "Something Melody showed me."    "You're so full of shit." But she let me turn her chin ever so gently just like I did with Melody, and I initiated the sweetest, most aching, heartfelt kiss I'd ever kissed in my life. Sally didn't know what hit her; her body, so proactive, was suddenly melting in my arms, and I had to hold her up just so she didn't fall into a puddle on the floor.    Her pussy still knew what to do, though now I swear I could taste each inch of it that creeped up the length of my cock, feel the lips parting around my shaft, coating me in their sweet cream. Felt it seeking out the head of my cock, tasting the drop of fluid it found there before rubbing its way back down, soaking my balls in her fragrance.    Her pussy rolled up again, leaving its sticky imprint behind, and it stayed when it reached my cockhead, searching for it. In a matter of seconds she got frustrated; she reached for it, pulled it towards herself just a micron, and her pussy claimed me. Slowly and deliberately she sucked my cock up inside of her, betraying the promise we had just made.    She kept kissing me like nothing was happening, as though it were someone else's hips that were grinding against my fine suit, crushing my cock in its exquisite grip. In her mind, she was still teasing me. But when I pushed forward just the faintest push, she moaned deep from her throat, feeling my cock tease her cervix. It was like that for several delicious minutes, us still kissing with all our hearts, her pussy gently flexing around my pulsating cock, sharing our heartbeats.    "Tell me the truth," she gasped quietly. "You weren't  really  with Aunt Mellie, were you?"    "It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, but one of the best. Do you feel it?" I thrust into her gently, touching her tenderly.    "Mmm...  I feel it ..."    " She  taught me that."    She had heard enough; with a sigh to make you cry, she fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed and bracing herself. I took my queue in the next heartbeat, taking hold of her hips and pumping myself into her pussy with slow, delicious, unbelievable strokes. Each plunge into her quivering depths was a new miracle that I had to see to believe, and the sight of myself disappearing inside this girl I had come to adore so much was heart-wrenching.     But it was pulling out that we shared the full pleasures of sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout our weakened systems. Each time I drew out, she let loose a soft moan of delight, and each thrust in, I crushed myself into her sweet ass.    I noticed her adorable little butthole, and suddenly I wanted to step this entire experience up a few notches, but even thinking about it made me lose control. If seeing my cock hiding itself in her pussy was something, what would it be like to sneak it up her backside? My knees shook, and my gentle thrusts got faster and faster as the vision stimulated my brain, and without warning, a monstrous climax was upon me, and there was nothing I could do about it.    "I love you, Mandy," I whispered into her ear as I collapsed onto her, leaving us both beaten and exhausted on the bed.    "W-what?" I knew how important her name was to her, how only members of her family were allowed to address her so. My cock shuddered, and cum shot out into her, and before she could really think about what I said, her own orgasm betrayed her and made her shake every bit as badly as me.    We were both helplessly lying there, letting our bodies spasm out of control, my seed filling her while my hips involuntarily pushed in to accent my surprise climax. And then comes the fucking interruption.    "What're you doing in my room.  Who are you?  Mandy? Get your boyfriend and get out of here!"    I'll just skip forward, shall I?    ***********    Tiffany walking in on Sally and me making love wasn't really the highlight of my afternoon. Odd, that. Had I not considered it to be making love, I'd've probably asked her to join in. Anyways, I'd finally done up my fly, grabbed my top hat (who the fuck wears top hats any more?), and disappeared out the door.    There was the most beautiful sweetheart carriage waiting, driven by none other than Melody, dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress. "Took you long enough," she grinned. "Hop in."    Hop in I did, and we chattered as the single large horse trotted us down any number of streets on our way to Reoren's house. I know, normally these lovey-dovey stories start from the girl's perspective with the guy just showing up at the door with his suit and his horse-drawn carriage and his...    "Holy shit; I didn't get her any flowers," I cursed, smacking myself in the face.    "Relax, would you? You'll do just fine." She reached behind her to pull out a small sprig of mistletoe.    " That  is no flower," I protested.    "Tuck it up behind her ear; she'll love it."    "How do  you  know?"    Like I was saying, the story's supposed to start with the guy showing up at the girl's house. But  my  story is no romance. Sure, I'd just had two very relaxing romps with two rather enjoyable women, but that's about as tame as it possibly gets with me. You ought to know that by now. Anyways...    I was about to ask Melody how she knew where she was going, but like always, it took me about one more second to remind myself that those clever little watches Garden people had had maps in them as well as directories.    Reo seemed to be expecting us. Indeed, the noise of us arriving precluded her to leap out of the house, shouting, "Hi, Miss Mellie! Hi, Derrick!" Damn. I had wanted to pinch some shock value into the carriage. Take her breath away when I led her outside with my hands over her eyes, you know?    But first, what a vision was before me. She did a small pirouette, flashing enticing white stockings through the high cut in her dress and revealing tiny heeled slippers. The entire get-up was lined in the usual poofy white fluff of Christmas, including, unfortunately, the bust of her dress, which encircled straplessly around her chest. Atop it all, she had long, white gloves to match mine and a fur stole with more poofy whiteness. Don't get me wrong; I loved the thing, I just wish her chest didn't have all that fluffy stuff on it. I wanted to see me some... not that  she  had any, but I like to look at a woman's chest, you know?    We embraced for joy once I got out the carriage, but Melody let out a punctuated cough. Upon getting my attention, she shut her eyes and inclined her head, then looked pointedly at my date. Oh yeah. I backed up, took Reo's hand, and bowed steeply, kissing her hand to go with it. She in turn curtsied most elegantly with her flowing dress pooling about her feet. I opened the back door to the carriage, but Melody coughed again.    "What now?" I asked in exasperation, making Reo giggle. "Oh, right, flower." I then slid the sprig of mistletoe over Reo's ear, and damn if the little sharp green leaves and red berries didn't match perfectly. Did I forget to mention she had a Santa hat on? She had a Santa hat on. On with the show.    I helped her into the carriage (finally), and Melody drove us off the scenic way through the town. Let me tell you, loyal audience, it was getting dark just then, and the Christmas lights were just coming on all through the neighborhood. Melody had slipped a bottle of champagne in, so the three of us sipped away while we trounced through town in the most enchanting setting. Wowzers, and this coming from a rather skeptical guy.    We got to the stadium, which was on the west end of town, not very close at all to the university. People were arriving by the trainload, and in as fine attire as we two. We parted from Melody quite fondly, Reo saying to her, "Thanks for the dress." Damn. Wait until Sally hears.    When we got inside, we were transported to a magical kingdom of enchantment. Live snowdeer (a new breed; don't ask), ponies, and Huskys tramped freely through the natural playing grass, ready to chew up anything the guests were done snacking on (including the edible plates).     Huge pillars were set up to support great ropes of colorful, blinking Christmas lights, and they were mounted with four burning torches each, providing all the light and warmth for the entire event (except for the waiting area). Miles of tables filled with delicious delights, and waiters carrying trays of bubbling or frothing beverages and retrieve them again when they were empty. Women in beautiful gowns and men in dark suits and hats, green and red as far as the eye could see. My own lid was green, in case I left that part out, matching me up with Reo's red.    Reo was as enchanted with the whole ordeal as I was, but as far as I was concerned, the whole thing paled in comparison to the stars in her eyes. And there were stars, too. Looking up, we could see the stars starting to peek out of their hidey-holes for the night. I heard back to a time where vehicle pollution got so bad, you couldn't see stars anymore. Fuck that shit.    Being in a rather sappy mood, I was overwhelmed with the desire to give Reo such a kiss as I had given Melody and Sally, but she was first to act, citing, "Music! Let's go!"    Deep into the fray, there was a group of musicians playing classical twists on Christmas songs. If I wasn't mistaken, I recognized a few key people from the Garden that I had met earlier, including the two red-haired doctors, the wives that were headmistress and lawyer, and the boring psychiatrist.    Before I could even ask her to dance, some fresh fucker was already between us. "May I have this dance?" he asked quite abruptly. "That is, if your card is free...?"    He was looking to Reo's right hand, and damn if I didn't notice earlier that there was a little card dangling from it along with a small tube. Looked like a tube of lipstick. "Your name, sir?" she asked most politely, and rather than let him spin her around, she wrote his name down on the little card, then excused herself so she and I could have our go.    "Okay, what?" I asked, confused.    "It's a dance card, silly," she giggled. A guy wants to dance, I write his name down. Throughout the night, I go through the list."    "And what do  I  do? Watch from the snack table?"    She giggled again and buried her face into my chest so that we could spin silently and enjoy the music. The song ended in good time, and the guy was quick to find her again to take her up on her offer. For myself, I went off to find an arm of my own to entertain. 
   
 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 
 by CopperSkink © 
 Our carriageur was nowhere in sight, but a lazy horse ride wouldn't've served us much anyhow. We made for the nearest trolley, which didn't contain our quarry departing from the party, but we hopped on it anyway, holding white-gloved hands and grinning like idiots.    When the trolley got under way, she surreptitiously rested her head on my shoulder. I reached up and ran my fingers along her hairline and under her ear. I leaned down, and whispered to her, "Have you thought about it? Us? Spending the night together?"    I felt her shift slightly in my grasp; she nodded after a moment's hesitation.    "And did you enjoy it, this vision in your mind?"    She nodded again.    "I'm jealous," I further whispered.    And then she spoke. "Why?"    "Because this person in your head, he knows how to please you. He does everything you want without you asking him to, and he makes you come like no one else can.  That  is why I'm jealous."    She neither spoke this time, nor nodded. She began to quiver.    "Will you tell me?"    She slowly leaned up straight, and looked me in the eye.    "Will you tell me how to be this guy in your head? Will you teach me how to please you?"    She nodded slowly, quivering almost violently now, with her little ears turning red.    "What did I do first?"    "F-first... y-you k-kissed me."    "More."    "It was the longest, most beautiful kiss in the wmmmfgh!" I cut her short, kissing her straight away, and I didn't stop until the trolley had run all the way to the Big Hotel in Up North a Ways, North Carolina. Any time anyone says "get a room," that's the place to go. Only problem was the front desk.    "Yes?" the concierge asked.    "Two of them, formal wear, got a room together, answer to the names of Crisis and Riley...?"    He nodded like everything was perfectly normal, got on the phone, and chatted back and forth for a while with me and Reo looking like idiots in our outfits.    "Top-floor suite," the man said.    "But there must be some mistake," Reo argued. "They said they were just getting a room."    "They say they're expecting you; the private elevator will take you."    We shrugged, and we went.    I'd never been that high in the hotel before. The elevator took us all the way to the top such that the doors opened up inside the room itself. And waiting for us in the hall were our marks themselves.    "Hey, guys! Glad you could make it! What made you change your mind?"    Oh, wow. First off, there were Crisis and Riley; Crisis was barefoot and Riley was without her dress (but still with her heels and stockings on), and Riley looking quite tipsy. Further in, there was a large collection of young women and a few boys grooving on their feet to some bad music in the main room. There was a mountain of snacks on room service trays and two huge bowls of liquid. In fact, the two girls were holding a glass each. Riley handed me one full of the green stuff, and Crisis had one of red for Reo.    "Umm... hi," says Reo.    Introductions time? "So, yeah," says me. "Reoren, this is my buddy I told you about, Riley. The saucy thing decorating her arm is Crisis."    "We've met," Reo says, shaking hands with both.    Wait, doing  what ?"    They caught my expression. "What's wrong?" the nosy Crisis asked. "We went to high school together, you know."    "If you must know, I thought that was a very dispassionate greeting."    "How so?"    "How so? I'll show you how so." Riley and I, we hadn't done this yet, and I'm gonna go ahead and assume she hadn't done much kissing, hello or otherwise. Now's as good a time as any, seeing as what they invited us over for; I leaned in, and she accepted a short kiss to her lips, but I persisted there. She felt a little awkward when I began prodding her with my tongue in all of three seconds, but she relaxed after a moment and answered with her own. I immediately backed off and smiled, then moved in for Crisis. She was much quicker on the uptake, and I got me a shiver of anticipation from kissing her.    "See? A  proper  greeting."    Reo was used to such things of course, so she was all for it in kissing Crisis, and Riley was ready by then, though she still didn't figure out she was supposed to use her tongue right away, so Crisis and I got to watch for a few extra seconds while our girls worked it out.    "Wanna eat something?" Riley offered. She was quite the little sprite, buzzing off like a giddy little kid. Crisis followed her, leaving the two of us to our drinks that we still hadn't tasted yet.    "Umm... Derrick?"    "Yeah?"    "Did you know...?"    "They were partying? No; they said they were just gonna get a room and spend the night together, hopefully with me. I was gonna ask them if we could share since, you know, they didn't know about you, maybe they still wanted to hang out."    Reo and I looked at each other for a few seconds, then the noise distracted our eyes to the collection of bodies just a few paces off.    "Fuck it, Merry Christmas," she said, clinking her glass on mine, and she started pulling on it. I gave mine a swig as well, but it was horrible.    "Ugh! This tastes like pure alcohol!" she bitched before I could get there.    " Bad  alcohol at that," I added, but she didn't seem to know any better, so she "swallowed the pain" so to say, and drank it down with a pained expression. Me, I had a much more difficult time, being used to more quality ingredients in my beverages. I had hoped for something with a little Midori or something, but it tasted like the green in mine was nothing more than food coloring. Highschoolers.    We adjourned to the food tray, where Crisis had propped Riley up on the table to resume making out with her. How adorable were they, with Riley's heeled foot wrapping itself around her girlfriend's waist? Pretty darn adorable, I say. I interrupted them with a hand on Crisis' shoulder, Reo right next to me.    "What's up?"    "Talk in private?"    "Da. We're not in trouble, are we?"    We made a wide circle around the dancing forms to find a strangely unused room in the back of the suite. It had a bed, which the two inviting girls plopped down on. "You guys enjoying the party so far?" Crisis asked.    "It's just that I didn't know you guys were  going  to a party," I explained. "Not that I mind, of course. And I didn't have time to say anything about bringing Reo." Reo snuggled up to my side, elated to be remembered.    "It's totally cool," Crisis said. "We  were  going to get a room, but this place was booked for fuck-all, so we came up here. It's a cheerleader gig, so I can invite whomever I want. Just enjoy yourselves, alright?"    I was satisfied, but it seems Reo wasn't, not quite yet. "Umm... I'm sorry for asking, but did you still want Derrick to spend the night with you?"    The two girls shared a quick look, then Crisis answered, "Yeah, that'd be great. Why? Did you wanna join?"    Whatever Reo thought about that idea, my attention was diverted to Riley, who suddenly looked uncomfortable. Crisis caught on rather quickly, and had a private conference with her, which involved several hushed whispers and ended with a punctuated kiss on Riley's neck. I imagined Becky kissing Reo like that.    They returned to us anon, Crisis offering, "If you want to, that's totally cool, only Riley had a hard enough time thinking about  three  people in bed, you know? It's just an adjustment she needs a few hours to get used to. But it helps that you're a girl, really."    Reo had something of a weird look on her face, and I still wasn't sure what she expected of me. She only came this far to take the two out to dinner after all, not party with a bunch of distracting high-school girls and boys. Rats.    "Anyway, we don't have to worry about that now," Crisis said with an abundance of Christmas cheer and lifting Riley to her feet, "let's just enjoy the party for now. We'll probably be too drunk by the time everyone nods off to worry about it, right?"    Sounded like reasonable advice. Reo allowed me to lead her off by the hand back to the front room, where clothes seemed to be dropping off everyone in record time. Reo and I got to dancing, and it was most excellent to get to the down and dirty with her after "swaying with the breeze" all frikking evening long. Several people cut in just like the last party, but with some twenty square feet of room, we weren't worried about getting separated like before.    Riley managed to get Crisis' dress off, but she wasn't sure how to take it when Crisis would grab a random guy or girl out of the mess to make out with. Several such girls tried the same with me, but I'd had quite enough. I had perhaps three women on my plate tonight; I didn't want to add to the difficulty rating.    Then again, these girls were hot, hot, hot. Probably weren't even freshmen by the time I was a senior in high school. All of them seemed to be in a competition to out-slut each other, involving rubbing up against the most people, making out with the most people, or losing the most clothes in the shortest amount of time.     The first girl to lose everything up top got yanked out and off to the unknown, and that was the beginning. In pairs or threes or fours, people left the floor for the bedroom, the bathroom, or wherever else was secluded. Crisis caught Riley looking sad from the promiscuous kissing, and she started making out with her once more, landing her on the couch and starting to work on her breasts.    I looked just in time to see one of the few guys trying to pull Reo away. I interrupted, aided by Reo's resistance, and we joined the two girls on the couch. Rather than make room for us, Crisis lied Riley down properly on the bed, then yanked Reo alongside her. I mounted Reo next to Crisis, and we managed our girls with gusto. I had lost my coat and my cummerbund and my shoes and my hat, but Reo was still tip-top in her beautiful gown and Santa lid on her perfect hair.    I started unlacing her, helped by a tipsy pair of girls next to us, and we all three worked Reo's dress off her shoulders and down her waist. She was still wrapped in a tight corset, panties, and stockings, but that was a good start.    We two pairs made out pretty heartily, spurred on by those who remained in the room to keep dancing or feeding, though mostly everyone was interested in sex by then. Crisis was the one to let hands wander, sliding her hand up Riley's arm and down Reo's, and eventually right onto Reo's small breast. I joined in, feeling Crisis' ass and Riley's thighs, which inspired Riley's leg to get rather twiny with Reo's.    Reo's hand started working on my crotch. When Crisis caught sight of that, she took hold of Riley's hand and put it with Reo's. Her fingers were a little cautious at first, but Reo and Crisis petting them got her to work up the courage to grip my dick. Crisis and I then turned together to enjoy a small slice of heaven while our two girls worked to unbind me. When I ran my hands along her tight ass and her plush breasts, I was reminded of Sadie's similar hard cheerleader body.    I don't know about you, but despite all the fucking I'd recently done, I felt like I hadn't gotten any in months, and it'd take more than a few rings around the rosey to get me to relax, you know what I mean.    My cock was out of my pants, Riley had rolled to the side to rub Reo's pussy while kissing her, Crisis was fingering Riley from behind, and I was having my way with Crisis. Panties were starting to loosen up, so it looked like the main event was on its way.     "Reo, baby," Crisis asked, "do you mind if Riley takes the first turn with your man? For her first time, and all."    Riley, not surprisingly, looked incredibly nervous.    "Not at all," Reo said. "I'm looking forward to it."    With their minds made up, they got up and began refiling, but I had something to say in the matter too. "I'm out to start with Reo; but don't worry, there's plenty left for you both," I said smoothly to the two others.    "No really, it's okay, Derrick," Reo reassured me. "She shouldn't have to go seconds for her first time with a guy." Crisis was nodding firmly, and again the two went back to business as though things were decided. To me she whispered with a hiss, " You didn't tell me she was gonna get you to devirginise her !"    " Too many other details; I forgot ," I hissed back, but not unkindly. "You see, Riley," I said to Riley so the other two could hear, "this is what I said about peer pressure." Poor Riley was looking scared, and now she was confused as well. "I really want to make your first time special for you, and you're very important to me, but Reo..."     I turned to look at Reo, who was gently floored by my proclamation, "I've been hoping for a long time now for this opportunity, and I was especially looking forward to making love to her tonight, and I want to take the chance while it's in front of me. Is that okay?"    She quickly assured me that it was fine with her and Reo seemed far too impassioned to put up further resistance, so it was only Crisis that stood in the way, and Riley was able to put her in check with a mere glow.    So, with Riley pulling Crisis off the couch so they could watch close-up from the floor, I pulled Reo's panties off (she just looked too damn good in her corset and stockings and heels), and Crisis helped me with my pants.    "Wait, what're you doing?" Reo asked when I started backing my body down hers.     "Starting from the very beginning."    "You ate me out once already," she whined. "I want you inside me, now."    "You tell him, girly-girl," Crisis affirmed.    Oh well; when surrounded by cheerleaders... I inched my way back up, kissing all the flesh I could find (there was a bit heart cut out right in the middle of her corset, starting at her navel and ending just at the swelling of her breasts), I lined myself up, like a person does, and thrust home.    And just like that, my loyal audience, I saw the light: My third woman that day, and I could say with unwarranted confidence that I loved all three of them. Melody, who I had never met but knew by reputation; Salamandy, who had let me within the protection of her confidences; and Reoren, who was supposed to be just another girl, yet so much was hidden in there I wanted to share of.     This new thing, this strange affection, it was a new kind of sex that made the old kind seem like gross child's play. Wheres before I would've just fucked Reo silly with a small handful of tricks, now I was enjoying the natural connection born in the differences in our bodies. While our bodies were made to interlock and shoot off signals of pleasure, our minds were made to interact as well.    Jesus, have I ever turned into a sap. Long story short, Reo was a girl I had known for a relatively short time, but she and I got on very well, and it was a great pleasure for me to be allowed to have this experience with her instead of me just using her like I do all the others, feeling used myself. I felt loved by her, and I wanted to love her for it.    It didn't take long for her to come. After she did, I figured we may as well take advantage of the purported threesome. I reached back grabbed Crisis, who joined me in a kiss. Always a pleasure fucking one girl and kissing another, for those of who that don't know. I pulled her head down to Reo's chest, and she began sucking her nipples (after pulling down her corset just a few inches, that is). Next was Riley; her head I turned to face Reo to get the two of them kissing so Reo could feel the same kind of pleasure I was getting. She came again with the two girls' help while I continued to ride her, and I backed them off in a few minutes for a big finish while they watched.    "Where do you want me to come?" I breathed hotly into her neck.    "Come wherever you want," she gasped in pleasure.    "Even inside you, pretty girl?"    "Come inside me; please, god, come inside me..."    Three for three, or should I say four for five? More like five. My cum came gushing forth with glee, though it was sadly overshadowed by the cheap thrill my sister had given me hours earlier. But Reo took it wonderfully, coming when she felt it squirting into her.    "How much for another one of those?" she asked dizzily.    I smiled and kissed her one last time, still with my cock twitching and her cunt squeezing around it. "Have you ever eaten a girl out, pretty girl?" I asked sweetly. She shook her head with a nervous smile.    I got up out of her and pulled her back by her legs so that she was sprawled properly on the couch. Crisis was easily pulled into position with the slightest touch, mounting Reo's face, looking down on her.    "Watch closely," she said to her girlfriend, who seemed uncertain in her drunken stupor as Reo's tongue came out to taste the luscious cheerleader. "Your turn now."    "Huh?"    I pulled her back to the other end of the couch, between Reo's legs. "You see that?" I said, pointing at the bony pelvis.    "Your cum's leaking out of her," she giggled.    "It's your job to lick that up," I encouraged, and I guided her head down. True enough, she began licking up the slime that had been left over from my coupling with my landlady.  Former .    While Crisis seemed to be singing in pleasure already, it was suddenly doubled. I saw her getting wild on Reo's face, looking back to see her girlfriend eating out another girl, and Reo seemed to be getting off rather quickly from the vicious attack by Riley, and her moans were going right through the vulnerable Crisis, who was thoroughly enjoying watching her girl eat my date's pussy.    I got up, satisfied, and kissed Crisis yet again. "You're pretty good at this," she purred. She was grinding her face against my date, making both their tits jiggle.    "It's a living. I want her to eat my cum out of you, too, before this night is through."    "Bold, aren't you?"    "Promise me," I said, rubbing her ass gently, letting my fingers creep closer into her crevice.    "I promise, big boy," she said, on the verge of orgasm.    I made her to rub her ass under my hand, then further encouraged her to rub her asshole, not stopping until she slipped her middle finger inside with a sigh. Then it was my turn to join the fun; I took a seat on the couch arm, resting my feet on either side of Reo's head. Crisis, always on top of things, leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth, tasting my cum along with Reo's. Then, sneaky bitch, sucked her finger for a moment, and shoved it up  my  ass.    We did our thing for a good many minutes, each of us enjoying ourselves, only I felt a bit sorry for Riley, who was working very hard in making Reo come (quite a bit better than I had), yet no one was looking after her. Good, though. She'd be fresh for me. Despite all the noise that was going on, I heard some soft moaning from the other side of the room, and I saw a blond and brunette cheerleader quietly entwined in lovemaking.    I told Crisis to go one more. "Can you take it?" she asked me cheekily.    "I can if you can." It was the slightest bit uncomfortable, her getting a second finger up me arse, but not so much when there's an expert cocksucker doing a fine job on me. I was more concerned with her fingering herself, which she seemed to enjoy. Then, to our surprise for sheer volume, Reo came  again , harder than ever.    "Oh my god, stop," she complained, "I can't take it anymore. Jesus, where'd you learn that?"    "Guilty," I admitted.    "Hey! I helped!" Crisis insisted.    "Yeah, you laid on your back  real  well," I laughed. That was of course a reference to how Riley practiced her pussy-feasting abilities on an imaginably prone Crisis.    "Alright, fucker." Crisis' eyes were hungry. "Scrumptious meal, get ready to..."    "Oh, no you don't," shot Reo, who seemed to have gotten in the mood, and who had caught sight of my erect erection. "She waited long enough for  that ." 
   
 by CopperSkink © 
   
   
 
 
 Text: many artists Layout: davebccanada All rights reserved. Publication Date: December 7th 2019 https://www.bookrix.com/-bucfe24a9658ed5