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A Christmas Surprise

By: BigDawg69



Deafening silence filled the night as the fresh blanket of powdery snow covered the mountainside. I stood on the uneven planks of my small porch leaning against the knotted timber holding up its tin roof. The clouds, which had floated the large flakes of snow all day began to break apart and drift silently across the star, filled sky. Occasionally the brilliant moon peered from behind the clouds and cast eerie shadows of the barren trees out across the field in front of me. Hardly a sound could be heard. The low crackle of the blazing fire from the fireplace within or the dog rolling over on the bearskin rug were the only obstacles to pure silence. This was peace, natural and complete peace. 

This was the only place and time that I had found any peace since my wife passed two years ago. I spent most of the year creating dreams and making miracles for visitors from all over the world. A hectic and fast paced life of juggling one massive event to another. A life my wife supported as long as she could, before my erratic schedule and breast cancer became too much for her. She spent the last months of her life in the care of her mom some 1200 miles from our home. I spent them travelling to Tokyo and Paris, to Hong Kong and Los Angeles mounting spectaculars and shows to the thrills of millions. A regret I will live with for the rest of my life. Now, in the close of each year, when others gather in warm homes full of friends and family, full of cheer and joy, I retreat to this little shack on the side of this little mountain to try and recapture the spirit of life and living that used to fill my being. A spirit that died with my wife.

This year was shaping out much like last year. The dog sleeping stretched out on my grandfather's bearskin in front of the fire, and me peering out at the lonely night cringing with the cold wind and hugging my solemn cup of coffee laced with Irish Crème. I heaved a sigh and turned to go back into the warmth of the small two-room cabin, when a strange sound captured my attention. I strained to look out against the moonlit night, across the field of unbroken snow into the trees where the shadows mixed into darkness. There it was again. I squinted my eyes into the night, were my ears deceiving me? Again a noise, not unlike muffled laughter followed my a hushed 'shhhhh.' Then as I scanned the forest's edge I noticed a small glimmer of light bouncing among the tree trunks. It was just there then disappeared. I stepped to the edge of the porch and to get a better angle into that part of the forest.

A quick yelp pierced the silent night and was quickly silenced, followed shortly by more of the muffled laughter and chorus of 'shhhh's. Then I could begin to hear the crunching of snow under footfalls of people moving through the trees. Just as I stood back to question my own senses a rather goofy man in a bright yellow parka darted into the field barking loudly and collapsing spreading his arms and legs into a snow angel. My mouth dropped open as a team of revelers followed. All were dressed in warm winter clothes and carried a variety of brightly colored packages, drinks and foods. Once the crowd had gathered around the spread-eagled barker, they turned to the cabin and began to scream (for it was much more akin to yelling than singing) a rousing chorus of We Wish You a Merry Christmas. In one group they moved toward me. Uncontrollably a smile drifted across my face as I began to recognize the faces of my friends. 

Out in the field there came such a clatter, my dog arose from his slumber to see what was the matter. Away from the bearskin he sprang in a flash, by my side he stood looking at the group who were all trashed. When what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a barking man and several drunken carolers. The group 'sang' their way to the edge of my small porch and yelled: "Merry Christmas!"

One by one they mounted the slight steps to the porch and wishing me well they entered the cabin. Giving me a high five the man in yellow wished me well and ventured in to find the bar and refresh his emptied cup. A lovely lady drifted by placing a light kiss on my cheek and bending over to hug and dote on my dog before following into the cabin. Each of the group greeted me warmly and ventured into the small cabin filling it with their warmth and a joyous noise. I stood slightly stunned at the porch as each of my true friends moved by.

"Cheer-up! It's Christmas!" One perky partier greeted me with a big hug and rousing kiss, during which she reached around and grabbed my ass.

"Here's to you peace" Toasted a wonderful woman lifting her drink to me and hugging me. As she squeezed me tight she licked my faces and kissed my forehead. Being tall she is the only woman who can actually reach that high! Her dress was adorned with little bells that tinkled and jingled as she walked into the crowded cabin.

My friends had now invaded my solemn evening and turned my lonely cabin on the mountain into a roaring holiday party. I gave one last glance into the night and looked across the field lit by the emerging moon. My smile broadened and I whispered a thank you to the night and just as I turned to go inside a flash of light streaked across the sky in a myriad of colors. I felt a light hand on my waste.

"Wow." A small voice whispered close to my ear.

I looked to see the venerable Lt. La Fay standing beside me her beautiful face fixed on the night sky. My eyes drifted over her form. Her curves accentuated by the tight jeans and fitted white shirt covered only by the oversized leather jacket that had become her signature.

"Are you not cold?" I questioned as my arms slid around her shoulders and I pulled her tight in front of me.

She turned and looked up at me, her clear blue eyes piercing mine, "Not a chance now." A devilish smile crossed her face as she turned her gaze back to the sky.

"Holy Shit! Check this out!" A southern accented man stepped onto the porch and beckoned the rest of the party outside to see the scene.

Slowly everyone poured back out into the night, their eyes transfixed on the light show coursing across the sky. The sweet, the innocent, the not so innocent (not that I have any non-innocent friends) huddled together in front of my cabin. We marveled at the sky. The southerner leaned over and kissed the beautiful woman he was with, and that sparked a whole string of kisses and warm embraces that spread through the folks like wild fire. The barking man from before kissing and hugging as many of the women that would allow him!

"OK, it's cold, and I need a new drink" Pronounced one young man wearing a bright jester's hat as he broke from the group and headed back inside. Slowly the crowd dispersed and ventured back into the warmth. As people shuffled by I received more well wishes and hugs and kisses (which are always welcome) and I soon found myself standing alone on the porch again. Even the dog had gone back inside to be the center of much doting attention from several of the ladies, one whom seemed to tease my dog with her cat like movement.

I stepped inside and pulled the large wooden door closed behind me. The room was filled with laughter and love. One couple had dug themselves into the large leather sofa and was already so into each other they were oblivious to the rest of the room. I glanced around the room hoping to see La Fay; I had not wanted to let her slip from my grip on the porch. As I stood looking around the room, I was nudged from the side.

"You doing OK?" Came a caring voice with a New York accent.

"Yeah, actually, I'm doing pretty damn good. You?" I replied to my friend.

"I'm getting there."

"That's good to hear. It is Christmas after-all."

A perky partier darted from the hearth and almost tackled my friend. She was dragged from my side into the room the perky one laughing all the way. My eyes followed them, seeing both turn to me and wink almost simultaneously. I laughed aloud for the first time in quite a while. That's when I saw her again. La Fay was leaning against the bar talking to the large guy tending behind. I paused and just took in her image for a moment.

"Damn get it girl!" "Woohoo you go!" Catcall and squeals of delight broke my gaze as the two on the couch had begun to really get into each other. Her shirt was unbuttoned and during a long kiss in which their tongues intertwined she reached down to his crotch and began to unbutton and unzip his trousers. Some simple kissing and heavy petting had now gone to the next level. I made my way across the room noticing that other couples had changed from watching the duo on the couch to engaging in their own acts of love and/or lust. (Except of course the innocents among them)

I walked behind La Fay and placed my hand on her shoulder. Slightly startled the turned with a jump and again her steely gaze captured me. In the moment we exchanged another woman insisting on her 'special pink drink' pulled the bartender's attention. I took the chance to pull La Fay away and into a corner by the fireplace.

"I can't believe you came up here?" I said almost questioning her. "I thought you didn't like leaving the city?"

"Yeah, well I was forced to against my will, kidnapped." She smiled through her lie and winked as she said it.

"Oh, well how is this for a kidnapping?"

She looked across the room, at the antics, "Well, it's not to bad. I mean you're here." She stepped closer to me.

"It is my cabin you know." I leaned down closer to her face, our breath mingled in the slight space between us.

"Is this a one room school house?" She smiled coyly and slipped her hands up my back underneath my sweater.

"Would you like the fifty cent tour." With that I lifted her from her feet and carried her through the adjacent door kicking it closed behind us.

I gently set her down on the over stuffed feather bed that dominated the dark room. Only the blue light from the clear night filtered through the small window. Lying back on the bed she pulled off her jacket and I sat down next to her.

"What happens to the kidnapped now?"

I moved in closed to her, my face nearly touching hers. "Not to worry, I think you will enjoy this."

"I have little doubt of that."

The air between us charged as our mouths closed into each other. Our tongues reached forward in search of each other. My hand slid down from her neck over her shoulder and down her chest, feeling the rise of her breast beneath my touch. She slid her hands up my back, lifting my sweater over my head and off. Resuming the passionate kiss she pulled my tight tee shirt from my jeans and lifted it too over my head. My hand explored her waistband tugging her shirt from there. 

Our kiss lifting to a new level of passion, I unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. Lifting her hips slightly her jeans found their way past her hips and down to her knees. Kicking her leather boots from her feet and working the jeans off, I broke from the kiss for just a moment to see the unveiling of what may be the world's sexiest legs. My eyes followed my fingers as they traced up her legs from the tip of her cute toes up the slope of her calf over her delicate knee along the slender power of her thigh and to the trimmed glory that is her perfect pussy.

Pulling her shirt over her head and diving into her open mouth for another yet more passionate kiss our bare chests pressed into each other. My kissed my way down her neck, taking little nips at her growing nipples. My tongue dragged down from her wonderful breasts across her little belly, dipping slightly into the button there. My hands rubbed up from her sides cupping her firm breasts, as I kissed my way down over her pelvic bone and landed a light kiss on her swollen labia.

I inhaled fully her sweet scent, her back arched slightly as my tongue traced the edges of her moistening labia. Licking from the base of her slit up to the tip of the emerging clitoral hood, she moaned slightly. My tongue began to explore between her pussy lips, taking in the sweet juices found therein. She began to squirm at my touch as my tongue darted and lapped at her pussy. My hands were massaging her breasts, the fingers tickling the erect nipples. I closed my eyes wanting to focus on bringing her to her fullest arousal.

My mouth closed around her clit and I sucked it deep into my mouth. She let out a groan as her back arched from the bed. My tongue danced around the tip of her clit circling the base. Her hips lifted and pressed to my face as I sucked in her flowing juices. She grabbed at the quilt covering the bed and squirmed with pleasure as I flipped the tip of her clit with my tongue. My tongue ran along the edge and over the tip of her clit causing her to moan louder, her squirming alternated with her back arching and her hips lifting pressing into me. She twisted her head from side to side as my tongue began a frantic assault on her clit. Her breathing grew heavy; I could feel her muscles twitching under the licking and sucking I focused on her clit.

I moved one hand off her breast and brought it down to her soaking pussy. As my mouth pleasured her clit, I slowly slid two fingers into her pussy. Bending slightly at the knuckles my fingertips explored her inside sending her into convulsions of pleasure. Her hands twisted and gripped the quilt as her back arched and a groan escaped her open mouth. She clinched her eyes closed took a deep breath and as I slid my fingers in deeper and closed my mouth around her clit she released into an earth shattering climax. I felt her pussy close tight around my fingers, her juices rushed forward. I tried to lap up as much as I could. She twisted on the bed her body shaking with aftershocks from the orgasm that had just ran through her body.

Lifting up I moved to her, lying beside her, I wrapped in my arms pulling her on top of me. She nuzzled in the curve of my neck kissing me softly there. She kissed my neck and across my chest. Straddling me she slid down my chest kissing across my flat stomach. Her hands unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my silk Santa print boxers down my legs. Her hands rubbed up my long legs. She took my hard cock in her hands and massaged it, looking through me she smiled a sly smile and moved up. She placed my cock right along the wet lips of her pussy, like a hot dog in a bun. I felt her hot wetness surround me as she began to mover her hips, rubbing her clit along the shaft of my cock. She sat up straight as she moved along my cock. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she let out a slight moan as my cock surged under her. My hips raised off the bed to press harder into her pussy as she worked my cock along her soaking lips. Leaning forward to me she kissed me deeply and grabbed my cock. Sliding her tongue into my mouth she positioned the head of my cock at her opening. I lifted my hips pressing the head of my cock just inside her pussy.

"Oh my god." She uttered as my cock slid inside her stretching her pussy, filling her fully. I pressed slowly until my cock was fully submerged inside her. Before I moved she sat back up and began to move her hips. She undulated with the base beat of the music from the other room. Expertly working my cock in and out of her pussy. I could feel her soft wet walls tightening and releasing around my cock. I lifted and withdrew my hips to the rhythm. Our mouths fell open as the intensity of our dance increased. Her entire body pulsed with the music as she danced on my cock. Our pace broke with the beat and began to quicken. Our crotches began to pound together and lift apart in growing strength and speed. My breathing grew heavy, my heart pounded in my chest rattling my ribs. She breaths punctuated with slight groans of pleasure.

I lifted my hands to her breasts as our lovemaking grew to a feverish pitch. Her slight groans aroused to full grunts as her hips pounded my cock deep into her pussy and seemed to almost twist it back out again. Her wetness cascaded down over my hips and legs as my cock slammed into and out of her pussy. My breath grew shallow I could feel my ball tighten. She closed her eyes and arched her back. With one full thrust she slammed my cock deep into her pussy and orgasm wrecked through her body. She fell forward onto my chest heaving, her pussy tightening in spasms around my cock. My cock responded with spasms of its own, sending loads of hot cum deep inside her. My hips thrust into her a few more times as my orgasm ripped through me.

She lay relaxed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her holding her close as orgasmic aftershocks tremmered through our bodies. My cock still buried inside her we closed our eyes and enjoyed the warmth of our embrace.

"You really didn't want to come up here?" I questioned lightly.

"Didn't think I liked the country till now." She replied and lifted her head to look at me.

Our eyes met and locked. I ran my hand through the curly locks of blonde hair slightly dampened by sweat. Our mouths met in a most gentle kiss, prolonged and fully involved.

Merry Christmas to all!

A Christmas Surprise



Everybody loves a surprise on Christmas, right? Well, you’re not going to believe the surprises I got this past Christmas. I don’t believe it. I’m only writing it down because, maybe then, it will seem real. I’ll tell one thing, though, home for the holidays will never be the same.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m a 26-year-old guy living in Texas and I was heading home to visit my family in New York. Now, as anybody who truly celebrates Christmas will tell you, if they’re honest, the “most joyful time of the year” is a load of crap. The truth be know, it the most depressing time of the year. Anybody who says different is lying. And for me, this Christmas was even more depressing than usual. 

First of all, I don’t like flying. In fact, I hate flying and now I have to fly half way across the country to get to New York. To make things worse, I can’t get a direct flight. I have to change planes in Atlanta. Second, I have to spend the holidays with my wacko family. This alone is enough to drive a person to suicide. And third, I just broke up with my girl friend. One day we’re madly in love and the next day she kicks me out on my ass for no good reason. She need’s time to “find herself” she says and can we still be friends? I got enough friends as it is and she doesn’t have to find herself, I know exactly where she is. She’s too wrap up in her own little fantasy world to be concerned with anybody else but herself, that’s where the fuck “she is”. But I digress. Back to my story.

I’m in Atlanta about to board the plane to New York when, who do I see but my cousin Lorraine (Surprise number 1). Now I haven’t seen Lorraine in about 10 years. I remember my father had sent me south one summer to spend a week at his bother’s farm in Georgia. I was a horny 16-year-old and Lorraine was about 11. I spent the entire week trying to get into the pants of Lorraine’s older sister Diane. Diane and I were the same age and, let me tell you, you’ve never seen a nicer set of tits on 16 year-old (or, for that matter, a 26 year old) than Diane’s.

Lorraine tells me she’s flying to New York to spend Christmas with my Folks. Her Parents and her sister are already there. Surprise #2, nobody told me about this. Lorraine suggested that maybe my parents want it to be a surprise.

We boarded the airplane and traded seats with some people so we could sit together and catch up on life, family etc.

We were drinking pretty heavily on the flight (remember, I hate flying) and getting a little drunk, when Lorraine says to me “Remember the last time you visited us and you spent the entire week trying to get into my sister’s pants?” 

“You knew?” I asked. 

“Of course I knew” Lorraine replied, “I used to follow you two into the woods to spy on you making out.”

Lorraine nuzzles up to my ear and whispers “Can I tell you a little secret?” 

I replied, "of course." 

“I was so disappointed you didn’t get to fuck Diane. I really wanted to watch you guys go at it.” 

“Well maybe you’ll get your chance this week”, I joked. 

“I doubt it”, replied Lorraine, “Diane is gay.” (Surprise #3). 

“No kidding”, I said, “you know my sister Karen is also gay.”

Now Lorraine doesn’t know it but she’s about to drop surprise #4 on it and it’s a killer.

“I know” she says, “They’re living together.”

“Who’s living together?” I asked.

“Diane & Karen, you didn’t know?”

What a stupid questions. If I knew, would I be sitting here with this dumb-ass look on my face? It turns out that Diane had landed this job out in San Francisco and when she got to town she look up my sister who had moved out there the year prior. The two women started hanging out together, one thing leads to another, and, before you knew it they moved in together. In fact, they cooked up this whole family reunion because they didn’t want to spend their first Christmas apart, and they couldn’t tell their parents they were lovers.

I was really stunned over this. Not because my sister is shacking up with our cousin, you understand, but because Karen never told me about it. You see, Karen, is only a year and a half older than me and we shared everything together, and told each other everything. She was the first person I told when I lost my cherry; she even set me up with the chick. I remember the joy in her eyes when she told me about her first time with a woman. We even shared a lover once and joked about it because the chick thought she was putting one over on the both of us, meantime we planed the whole thing from the start. I couldn’t believe she kept this from me.

Lorraine sees I’m upset and orders me another drink and another for her also. I’m beginning to notice that the more she drinks the hornier she gets.

“Let me tell you something that might cheer you up” Lorraine whispered in my ear. “When I started to masturbate I would think of the time I saw Diane jerk you off only, in my fantasy, it was me doing you not my sister.” “How about you make my little fantasy come true?” I nod in agreement and she tells me to follow her to the restroom.

I don’t care what kind of stories you’ve heard about getting it on in a restroom on an airplane, I’m here to tell you it’s not possible. Especially when you’re both half drunk, it’s a crowed airplane and people are banging on the door to get in. We tried standing up, sitting down, bent over the sink; there was no way this was going to work. We finally gave up in a fit of laughter and made it back to our seats. Once there I asked Lorraine if anyone knew what flight she was taking. She said no and I said ok, the flight is almost over let's get a room at one of the airport hotels as soon as we land. She agrees and no sooner do the wheels touch down on the tarmac then we’re in a hotel room bed.

Lorraine was hot. She swallowed my cock down her throat and sucks me till I’m fully erect. Then she jumps on top of me, impales herself on my cock and rides me like a bull in a rodeo. She starts cumming immediately, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Fuck me you son bitch, shove that big prick up my cunt.” I love it when a chick gets vocal. I can’t hold out much longer and after a few more strokes I join Lorraine in her orgasm and shoot my load deep inside her pussy. It was short, hot and intense. Just the way I like it. (Who am I kidding? I like anyway I can get it.)  

Lorraine wants to go again. I tell her “Hold on honey, give a few minutes to get my strength back.” 

Lorraine says, “Leave that to me.” She turns me on my stomach and starts messaging the cheeks of my ass. It feels good, real good. Then she starts licking my ass, this feel even better. She fondles my balls as my cock starts to grow again. Then she sticks her tongue up my asshole. That does it. In seconds, I’m rock hard and ready to go again. Her tongue feels so good in my ass that I don’t want her to stop. She does stop though. She lies back on the bed, spreads her legs, holds the lips of her pussy open and says, “come and get it, lover boy”. I craw on top of her and ease my prick into her dripping wet cunt. She wraps her legs around my back and we begin to fuck. Neither of us is in a hurry, our fucking is slow and easy. It took a while to get there, but do manage to cum together in an orgasm more intense than the last.

We made it to the house late that night. I was able to get my sister alone for a little while and we straightened things out between us. She told me she was in love with Diane and they were very happy together and she was sorry she didn’t tell me sooner and she’d hoped that I wasn’t mad at her. I told her I forgave her and that I was happy for her.

Both Christmas Eve and Christmas day came and went with no surprises. Everybody was in a festive mood. Even my parents behaved themselves. It was the day after Christmas when all hell broke loose.

My parents, together with my aunt and uncle, were going into Manhattan to see the big Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center and catch the show at Radio City Music Hall. My Cousins and my sister were going shopping and I figured I’d hang around the old neighborhood and lookup some old friends. I went down to the local bar and ran into Crazy Tony. We had a few beers together, but then Tony had to split. There was no one else around so I headed back to my parent’s house.

When I opened the door and walked in, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. Thinking no one was home, I assumed it was a burglar. I got a baseball bat our of the hall closet and, very quietly, went upstairs to investigate. The noise was emitting from my sister’s old room, but this was no burglar I heard. It was surprise No. 5. 

I peeked into the room and, sure enough there was my sister, on the bed with her face buried in Lorrain’s bush while behind her is Diane with this huge strap-on dildo fucking Karen doggie style.

Lorraine was the first to notice me. “We got company, girls, and he’s got that same dumb look on his face he had on the airplane when I told him about your two.”

Karen picked her head up, looked over her shoulder at me and said “Don’t just stand there, numb nuts” (her pet name for me). “Get your clothes off and join the party.”

“You sure” I asked “I thought you gave up dick”

“It’s not so much the dicks, but the assholes they were attached to that I couldn’t stand. Now get those clothes off.”

They say nobody can love you like family. I was about to find out how true that was.

I was out of my clothes in a flash. Standing next to the bed, I was trying to decide which cunt, mouth or ass I wanted to fuck first. Karen made the decision for me when she grabbed my dick and started licking it like a lollypop. Lorraine stood up put her arms my neck and her tongue down my throat. Diane was still plowing Karen’s cunt from behind with the dildo and from the sounds my sister was making, doing a good job. 

Karen cries out “Fuck me harder, Diane, make me cum”. With that said, my sister swallows by dick down her throat and starts bobbing her head up and down my shaft. She’s got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner and she’s determined to suck the juices out of my dick. Lorraine, in the meantime, starts to suck my nipples first the left then the right. Let me tell you, my nipples must be hardwired directly to my dick. The felling was incredible. 

Karen lifts her head off my dick and says to me “come on little brother, cum in your big sister’s mouth.” As she jerks me off with her hand she covers the head of my dick with her lips and teases the tip with her tongue. This is, with out a doubt, the best blow job of my life and I’m getting it from my sister.

Karen started cumming first. My dick in her mouth muffled her moans and groans but there was no mistaking her cries of pleasure. I couldn’t hold back any longer and, granting my sister’s wish I shot my load down her throat.

We went on for the next few hours, fucking and sucking in a variety of positions and combinations. After waiting 10 year, I finally got to fuck my cousin Diane, and Lorraine let me fuck her ass. That was incredible.

We managed to dress only seconds before our parents came home. The next day we all flew back to our homes. I just found out that Lorraine is moving out to San Francisco to be closer to Karen and Diane. Karen has been begging me to do the same. I just might do it too. After all, blood is thicker than water.



A Christmas Surprise



It was December 20 and I was spending Christmas with my mother this year not my dad. I was disappointed to say the least, let me describe my dad to you so you know why I was so disappointed. 

He is 6, 3' about 200 pounds all of which is muscle and just a bit of gray hair starting, so it was a salt and pepper looking and it gave him a sexy sophisticated look. Also once when I was 13 I saw him in the getting out of the shower and his cock flaccid had to be about 9 " and well girls you know how horny you get when you see such a huge cock even if it is flaccid. I should describe myself I am 5,7' and about 115 and also very fit. I have size "d" breasts and a full luscious ass. I always keep my pussy shaven clean.

So I was very bummed when my dad told me I had to go to my mothers for Christmas holidays. All I could think about was not being able to catch a few glimpses of his cock maybe if I was lucky enough even see his cock erect. Well now my dreams will be all I have. When mom told me to go to the mall to get her some last minute gifts for my uncle. I went but wasn't happy about it. I put on my scarf, hat, mittens, but I had to look good so I also had on a short miniskirt, on with pantyhose, no panties and a tight tank top covered by a tight skimpy jacket. 

I headed for the mall in my jeep and pulled into the only open spot, which was a good 3-minute walk from the mall entrance. By the time I got there my whole body was chilled; I got in and headed for the electronic store where I knew I could easily pick up something for my uncle.

It was 8:45pm when I got there and the mall had pretty much emptied except for the Santa and the store clerks who were almost all asleep, so I decided I would have some fun with that poor Santa. I knew he must be extremely tired so I unzipped my jacket and strutted right over to him when he saw me he smiled and gave me the old ho ho ho, I Walk up to him and he said,

"Why hello little lady care to take a seat on Santa's Lap?" In a deep, old voice.

"Oh, Santa I would love to but aren't I too old?" I say back, in a very sexy voice.

'No one is too old to sit on Santa's lap. Have a seat." He said in a seductive voice that surprised me.

I sat down and wiggled around and accidentally rubbed my large breasts into his face until I got the reaction I wanted, which was feeling his hard cock touch my ass crack.

"Oh, Santa are you being a bad boy?" I said in the sexiest voice possible.

"Oh yeah baby you know it" He replied in a very naughty voice.

I stood up and bent over to pick up my bags he grabbed my ass and started rubbing it. Now my game was turning on me my pussy was sopping wet. I reached between my legs and tore a hole in my pantyhose until I felt some of my juices running down my leg. 

Then I turned and bent down pretending to get a candy cane instead I undid his fly and let his cock spring free, he gasped in astonishment as I mounted his cock and started humping him until we both had an orgasm. I lifted my self off his now flaccid cock. I bent down kissed his cock and then did up his fly. I stood up and said 

"Cya tomorrow sexy" In a mature, pleasure filled voice.

And left. When I got home mom asked what took me so long and I said nothing; I just couldn't find the right present. (I had left the bag in the car) I told her I would go back tomorrow and look again. 

I went up to bed and fingered my self to two more orgasms before I fell into a deep-sleep. I awoke to a tingling in my pussy and immediately plunged two fingers into my dripping wet cunt remembering last nights encounter with my mystery Santa. I fingered my clit and continued plunging my two fingers into my vagina until I had another orgasm. 

That night at 8:25 I put on a sexy mini-skirt and no panties, then I put on a perfect fit tank top and no bra. I threw on my coat to cover my clothes from mother then headed out to my jeep.

I arrived at "Santa's Village" to see Santa waiting for me, but instead of staying there, he stood up, crossed over to me and closed "Santa's Village". Then he kissed me passionately; I was already dripping juices down my leg and as quickly as I could I led him out to my jeep. I drove to an old empty parking lot and ripped off my coat showing him my nipples erect and pointing through my tight shirt. 

He ripped off his pants and shirt but didn't take off his beard and hat. I tried to pull them off but he wouldn't let me. I thought maybe it was some fantasy of his so I allowed it. First I sucked his erect cock, slowly going all the way down his shaft, I almost choked the first time it must have been 11" long. But I soon got used to it and I kept a constant rhythm, then I licked up and down his shaft and played with his balls until he shot his load all over my breasts. After I was finished he ate me to three orgasm one after another. By then he was rock hard again so I climbed onto his cock and we fucked like wild.

"Oh, Santa you cock is so huge" I managed to gasp in between my moans of pleasure.

"Oh baby your pussy is so tight" He said in a lust filled voice.

"I want to fuck you till you cum and fill me with your seed again" I said in a frantic voice as I neared orgasm again.

"Oh I would love to fill you with my seed again," His voice sounded familiar but he had it masked to sound like Santa.

Up and down I went on his cock until we both shuddered with an orgasm I milked his cock dry. Then we both collapsed and fell asleep in my backseat. I awoke to Santa getting dressed.

"You are going without saying good-bye Santa," I said in a groggy voice.

"NO, I was simply going to dress then wake you to say I was going. You should be getting home your mother will be worried sick." He said as if he was really sorry for keeping me.

"How do you I am staying with my mother?" I said in a shocked, and more fully awake voice.

"Well I have a secret to tell you," He said in a familiar voice that I couldn't peg.

"Oh, really" I said in a surprised voice.

"Yes, baby, I am your Father." He said it in a matter of fact voice.

As the words came out of his mouth he took of his beard and hat, and to my astonishment it was my father. And I knew why his voice had sounded so familiar.

"Dad, OMIGOD. I, I, I, OMIGOD. I fucked my father," I said in a shocked, and almost satisfied voice. I was thinking wow, I slept with my father, this is amazing.

"Oh baby I am so sorry I could help it I have always thought you were beautiful and when you offered yourself to me I couldn't resist" He sounded so afraid.

"Dad I am not mad at all, in fact I am so in love with you, I want to keep fucking you over and over." I said in a very soothing voice.

I drove back to mothers, and entered the house. I through the bag with my Uncles present on the floor and ran upstairs and packed my bag. Then I wrote a note to my mom to tell her that I was going to dads, and I wouldn't ever be back. 

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A Christmas Surprise



Some of this is actually true. Enjoy.

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I was standing in the door of the refrigerator, looking for something to eat when a small voice surprised me.

"Oh, there you are. I was wondering when I was going to see you."

Standing in the door of the kitchen was my step-sister. We had both come home for the Christmas holidays and she must have arrived late the night before. Our breaks were typically long, so our parents were both at work, their holidays not yet started.

"Hi. Just trying to find something to eat."

"Let me know if you find anything good. I'm starved."

I closed the door and stood up to take a look at her and once again, I felt deeply conflicted. There was no doubt about it. Amber was a beautiful young woman. She had been a dancer all her life, ever since she was old enough to stand. She worked hard at it and loved it, and of course her body reflected the years of hard work. She was petite and moved with grace and sensuality no matter what she was doing.

Amber hopped up on the counter, very relaxed in her own skin. 

"Isn't that my shirt?" I asked.

"Yeah. I saw it laying around and decided I shouldn't be walking around the house with nothing on. Plus, I like wearing your clothes. They're nice."

I looked at her a moment longer, the bottom hem of my button-up shirt coming to the middle of her thighs. She had only buttoned the bottom two or three buttons, and I could see her firm belly and the cleavage between her small, perky breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I silently cursed myself for even checking. 

My dad had married her mom a few years back, but I was living with my mom at the time, so I didn't see Amber much except the few times a year I would visit my dad.

She was a couple of years behind me in school, and though we were good friends when we were together, we hadn't really spent a lot of time together. I was finishing my undergraduate work, and she had enrolled at a local university just this past fall, studying Fine Arts and Dance, of course. 

"I can't find anything to eat."

"You'll just have to get creative." There was a playful, suggestive tone in her voice. 

I looked at her for a moment and thought I caught her looking me over. I realized that I was also not well-covered. I was wearing only sweatpants. I had a good body and knew it. I often walked around the dorm without my shirt on and got plenty of appreciative looks. 

"I'm good at creative. And I'm hungry. Have any ideas?" Where was this going?

"I'm getting some. You look good, Sean. Have you been working out?" I really wasn't imagining it; she was checking me out. 

"Yeah, some. I just like being slender and strong, I guess."

"This shirt must look nice on you. I'd like to see you in it sometime."

"How about now?" I decided to play along.

"Oh, no...I'm wearing it now. I'm afraid I won't be able to give it to you just yet." She cocked an eyebrow, knowingly prompting me.

"Maybe I'll have to take it."

"Ok, take it. If you can!" And with that, she shot off the counter and ran playfully down the hall. I chased after her. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran into her room. I followed, anxious to see where this was going to lead.

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me as I entered.

"If I give you your shirt back, I will be naked. Well, mostly naked. It won't be fair." 

She had dozens of shirts and sweatshirts laying around in this room. If she was really worried about being naked after giving me my shirt back, she had plenty of ways to cover up. If she asked me to leave while she changed, I would have. I would have regretted it, but I would have left. But she didn't. Clearly, she liked where this game was going. 

"Ok, how do we make it fair?"

"If I take my shirt off, you have to take your sweatpants off."

"Deal." I pulled my sweatpants down, revealing my snug boxer briefs. I watched in fascination as my delicate, powerful step-sister undid the bottom buttons and handed me my shirt. She was wearing a tiny white pair of bikinis that rode low on her hips. I could see the top of her sex just at the top hem. Her skin was smooth and taut.

We both paused for a moment, realizing where we were and what we were doing. She walked over to the door and quietly closed it.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." she said. Her voice had changed. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a sensual seriousness.

I looked her in the eyes for a moment. "Deal." I said again, quietly.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slowly pulled them down. She stepped out of them as she laid back on the bed and pulled one leg up a bit, giving me a clear view of her tiny crotch. I froze and stared. 

Her voice brought me back. "Your turn."

I returned the favor and dropped my underwear next to hers. My cock hung heavily as both of us relaxed into the situation. 

"Wow. Come over here." Her eyes were locked on my cock. It dangled heavily between my legs. I had never had much body hair and I kept my cock and balls shaved smooth. I found it was much more erotic and I could feel my girlfriend's sex much better without any hair in the way.

"You're much bigger than Derrick." Derrick was her boyfriend. I didn't want to picture them having sex. She reached out to touch it. 

"I like the feel of your smooth skin. Do you mind?" she asked. 

"No." 

She took it gently in one hand and began to study it closely. I got the feeling that though she had certainly had sex before, and had probably even sucked a dick or two, she probably had never just looked at one. 

I stood by the side of the bed while she gently moved it this way and that, looking closely at the smooth skin, watching how my cock responded to her touch. With a delicate touch, she cradled my balls in her hand. They responded by rolling around. She smiled a little.

For quite a while she explored me without a hint of embarrassment. I let her do whatever she wanted. 

My cock got harder and began to jut out in front of me. She wrapped a delicate hand around it and began to stroke it. The examination was over, and she was ready to begin applying some sexual pressure.

"Not so fast." I said.

She looked up at me, torn gently away from her focus on my cock by the sound of my voice. 

"It's my turn. I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

She smiled, playful again. She leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs, revealing her tight little mound. I lay down on the bed between her legs and began gently probing her. I had had sex with plenty of beautiful women but had never really studied their crotch. I had always moved in hungrily with my tongue, closed my eyes, and let my hormones take over. 

I wanted to take my time peeling back the layers of this delicate flower. Amber was so sensual and so perfect. I couldn't believe she was so open to what we were doing, but she laid back and relaxed as I put my face only a few inches from her sex. 

I rubbed the folds of her skin, reveling in the smoothness and firmness of her mound. I gently began working my fingers in, brushing delicately at her clitoris. Moisture began to seep out of her and I spread it around with my fingers.

I felt the sexual tension begin to build slightly in her. My own body was beginning to tense up. Both of us knew what was going to happen. The exploration with my fingers turned from clinical to sexual. I couldn't help it. I was so aroused by her small but powerful frame, the sweet scent of her anticipation, the moisture that was covering my fingers.

I began to slide first one and then two fingers into her opening. Her head was back on the pillows, and she pushed herself down onto my fingers. She grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her tight mound, urging me to be more aggressive. 

I pressed hard with my fingers, rubbing quickly along the length of her. I pushed three fingers in and as I did so, I moved closer to her and began licking her clit. She sucked in air and began to writhe in excitement.

She came quickly but was nowhere near satisfied. She pushed me back and in a couple of quick moves, had both hands on my cock which was now rock hard. My head was still between her legs and we began to lick and suck and kiss all over each other. For one brief moment, it occurred to me that I was licking my sister's cunt while she had my stiff cock deep in her throat. The forbidden nature of what we were doing enhanced the excitement both of us were feeling.

I paused for a moment to catch my breath, my lips and mouth coated with her juices. I looked down the length of our hard bodies and saw that she had taken almost all of my cock into her mouth, deeper than anyone had before and was sucking vigorously at it, trying to take it all the way into her tiny mouth. We were lost in the moment. 

I began to feel my orgasm rising in my balls. I gently stopped her. I didn't want to come in her mouth. I wanted to feel her tight pussy around my cock. I wanted to make love to her. I rolled her over onto her back, her head again propped up so she could watch me slide into her. 

She spread her legs wide and took my cock in her hand, sliding it up and down her crotch, my pre-cum mixing with her moisture. She slid it back and forth, jerking me off at the same time. 

Finally, she stopped. The tip of my cock was right at her opening. This was the final moment of truth. We could still (maybe) walk away from this thing as brother and sister. Our eyes locked, our bodies frozen in time, me hovering over her. 

And then she gently pulled me in. I pushed.

God, she was so tight. Her pussy wrapped itself around me and I kept sliding deeper and deeper into her until our smooth skin was pressed hard together. A sensual moan escaped her lips. Her head was thrown back as she focused on the feeling of being impaled on my manhood. 

I wrapped an arm around her lower back and lifted her partially off the bed, driving as deep into her as I could. I felt my cock fill her completely. The walls of her sex flexed and pulsated against my throbbing cock. We began to thrust, passion and feeling overtaking us.

I wanted it to last—we both did. But there was just too much pleasure in the mingling of our bodies. I felt my orgasm building inside of me. I tried to slow down, to make the moment last longer, but I was so aroused by the touch and sight of her. 

Too soon, we were hit by the force of our climax. Our bodies clenched and froze, my cock pressed deep and hard into her. Her strong, lithe body clutching desperately at mine. We rode the moment as the sensations slowly subsided in us. 

As we recovered from our sexual bliss, I slowly began to pull out of her. She let me go reluctantly. I settled on the bed next to her, basking in the warmth of our naked bodies, my hand caressing her small breasts and gently fondling her tight nipples. My slick cock rested on her thigh as she gently stroked it with her fingertips.

She looked at my face with a new sense of wonder and we kissed gently but passionately. This was not a brother-sister kiss. This was the kiss of new lovers. 

"I'm still hungry." she said, the playful tone back in her voice.



A Christmas Surprise



This, like a few of my other submittals, is a true story. I have changed the names, to protect the not-so-innocent, and the dialogue may not be verbatim, but otherwise, the rest is factual, or as factual as I can remember it. I hope you enjoy, and as always, look forward to your feedback. 

I am a General Foreman for a large electrical contractor in a large city. I had to admit being a bit shocked when my shop announced that our annual Christmas party was going to be at a very upscale hotel this year. I knew that it had been a good year for us, but I didn't realize that it had been THAT good!

Management was having a dinner before the party for some of our clients, and wanted to put on a good display. Having just bought a new suit a couple of months ago to wear to a friends' wedding, I decided to go. "What the hell," I thought. "I can get another wearing out of this suit, AND get a half-day off at the same time."

Other than the fact that the food was excellent, the dinner was pretty boring. I was looking forward to the party, and the open bar, and possibly hitting on either our new receptionist, a gorgeous but ditzy woman my age, or one of the other single women there. I wasn't seeing anyone at the time, so I came alone, but that didn't mean that I had to leave alone.

Knowing that everyone was going to be drinking quite a bit, the shop got us group rates on a room if we wanted. Not willing to risk a DUI, I opted to get one, and based myself out of there for the evening.

I wound up having a few drinks with some of the guys, and women, that had been on my jobs in the last year, and was quite happy well into the evening. There were really no women that peaked my interest there, our receptionist having brought a date, so I decided to drink.

Just as a few of us were finishing a round of shots, my cell phone rang. The number on the display looked familiar, but I couldn't place it right away. As I answered it, I heard a familiar voice at the other end.

"HEL-lo," she said. I recognized the voice, and the speech pattern, as Melinda, a cute little strawberry-blonde that I had dated for over a year. I ended things with her a few months ago when I realized that it just wasn't going to work out.

Melinda grew up in the south, and was raised Southern Baptist. She rarely drank, never having more than two, and always commented on how many I had. The sex was very good, but always vanilla. Her religious views were a bit more conservative than mine, and she got mad at me when I got on her teenagers for the way that they talked to, and treated, her. 

Whenever we had sex, it always had to be at my place. I tried to talk her into staying the night once, or having me spend the night at her place, and she said that it would give the wrong idea to her kids.

"A proper Southern Christian lady does not do such a thing," she responded. While I thought to myself that a "proper Southern Christian woman" wouldn't suck my cock, and then bounce up and down on it like she just had, I decided to let the comment, and eventually the relationship, die.

I had run into her a couple of times since the break-up, and she was always a bit cold towards me. That's why I was shocked when I heard her voice on the phone. That, the fact that it was noisy where she was at, and she sounded a bit off.

"Hi," I responded. "This is quite a shock."

"I know," she said. "I have been rude to you, and I'm sorry."

I immediately knew why she sounded off. She was slurring her words. She was drunk.

"I'm sorry to be calling you so late, but I didn't know who else to call," she explained.

"Why?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"I'm at my Christmas party, and I've had too much to drink," she told me. "I can't drive home, and it's too far to take a cab. I was hoping you could come and get me?"

"Well, I'm at my Christmas party, too," I told her. "And I've been drinking."

She started sobbing, and said that she didn't know how she was going to get home. "Where are you at?" I asked.

"I'm at a hotel downtown, in the city," she sobbed.

"Which one?"

She quietly told me the name of the hotel, and I chuckled.

"Where are you?" I asked. "That's the same hotel that I'm at."

She told me where she was, and I said that I would be right there. Her party was only one floor up from mine, and all of the party rooms were on the lower floors, so I took the escalator up to her party.

As I stepped off of the escalator, I saw Melinda sitting on a stuffed chair. When she saw me approach, she smiled and stood up. To say that I was surprised at what I saw would be an understatement.

Almost always a conservative dresser when we dated, she was wearing a very sexy and almost revealing dress that ended about mid-thigh and showed a bit of cleavage. She was also wearing heels, something that I never saw her in.

"Wow!" I said, as I walked towards her. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you," she said, blushing. "I was hoping to spend some time with someone tonight, and wanted to impress him."

"He wasn't impressed?" I asked. "He's either gay or a fool."

"No, he's married," she explained, fighting back tears. "The jerk never bothered to mention that little fact."

"Well, why don't we get you out of here?" I said, as I lead her towards the coatroom. "If you want, you can join my party downstairs, or I can let you crash in my room."

"You have a room here?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah," I explained. "The hotel offered us group rates, and I didn't want to drive home after drinking."

"Ahh," she said quietly. "Smart idea."

I took a quick glance into the room at her party, and shook my head. Melinda worked as a personal secretary for a senior partner at a very prestigious law firm, and I had to laugh at all of the lawyers, para-legals, etc who were trying to look so serious and professional, even at a Christmas party.

As we got her coat, she said that she really didn't want to go to my party, but wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. Being that it was a very warm night, for early December in Chicago, I suggested that we go to the rooftop garden, where we could sit and talk, if she wanted.

"You wouldn't mind?" she asked. "That sounds very nice."

I led her to the elevators, and we rode up to the garden in silence. As we walked outside, Melinda commented on how nice of a night it was.

I led her to a spot that I had found earlier, when I had come up there for a cigar, that had a great view of the city. As we started talking, I commented on how much I liked her dress.

"Is it too slutty?" she asked, concerned. "One of the partners, who is really conservative, kept looking at me all night."

"This dress isn't slutty at all," I assured her. "He was probably checking you out. You usually don't dress this sexy, and he wanted to take in the view while he could."

"Oh, stop," she responded, slapping me lightly on the shoulder. 

Looking up at me with glazed eyes, she asked, "Do you really think this dress is sexy?"

"I think that you make this dress sexy," I told her. "You are a beautiful woman, and this dress just emphasizes that."

"Aww," she sighed, as she leaned in to me. "You were always so sweet to me."

"I have to ask, what made you decide to dress like this tonight?" I asked.

"I was trying to impress one of the partners," she said, with a loud sigh. "He has been talking to me for a few weeks, always being nice to me. I THOUGHT that he was interested in me, so I decided, what the heck, this is a Christmas party, I'm single, when better to try to see just HOW interested."

That comment reminded me of another of Melinda's more interesting traits. She NEVER swore. Ever. Even when she was heated up during sex, or angry at one of her kids, her language was always clean. She would always say "penis" and "vagina"instead of "cock"or "pussy', and even said "gosh" instead of "God", as in "Oh my gosh" when she was about to cum, or "gosh darn it" when she was angry.

"He told me that I had nice legs, so I thought I'd give him a better look," she continued. "Just like you told me once, he said that he liked the dress-and-heels-with-no-nylons look, so I dressed like that, for him."

"And then he showed up with his wife?" I asked

"Yep," she responded. 

"Oh, well," I said. "That's his loss."

Melinda looked at me and asked, "Can we go back in now? I'm starting to get cold."

"Sure," I told her, and we walked to the elevator.

As we stepped off the elevator into the hallway, I had to hold her steady, as she wobbled a bit, reminding me that she was drunk. When we walked into my room, she went into the bathroom, but not before asking if I could pour her a drink.

"Are you sure that you want to have another one?" I asked. "You wanted me to pick you up because you had too many, remember?"

"I know," she responded. "But the cold air refreshed me, and besides, I feel like one more."

When we finished that last round, I told Melinda that she could have the bed, and that I was going to the bathroom. She argued with me, telling me that since I was paying for the room, and we had seen each other naked quite a few times, we could share the bed. Knowing that it would do me no good to debate her, I agreed, and told her that I would be right back. 

"Besides", I thought to myself, "she's slurring her words again, so she'll be out like a light soon."

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw her dress on the back of a chair, and she was laying on the bed. As I got in with her, I heard her whisper, "Hold me, please?"

I turned onto my side, wrapped my arm around her. I could feel her naked back against my chest, and was reminded of how soft her skin felt.

"Touch me," she whispered, as she placed her hands on top of mine. She started to guide my hands to her breasts, and softly squeezed them.

As I wrapped my fingers around her full breasts, I softly kissed the back of her neck. I heard her moan, and she moved her head, giving me more access to her neck.

"Sit up," I whispered in her ear, as I gently pulled my hands away.

I sat up and placed a couple of pillows behind me as I lay back against the headboard. Melinda did as I asked, and I told her to lay back against me.

As I looked over her shoulder and down her body, I saw that she had left her heels on, but nothing else. She reached up, and took my hands in hers again, guiding them back to her breasts.

As I resumed squeezing her tits and kissing her neck, Melinda moaned louder, and pressed my hands harder against her breasts.

"I want you to guide my hands wherever you want them," I whispered softly as I kissed her just behind her earlobe. 

"Yess!" she gasped, as she squeezed her hands on top of mine. I raised my eyes, and noticed a full-length mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. From that angle, I could see the entire length of her body, including a beautiful view up her legs. I also saw that Melinda was keeping her eyes closed.

As I continued to gently squeeze her tits and nibble along her neck, I watched us in the mirror. Melinda's legs were slightly parted, and I saw that her pussy was bald and moist.

One of her only "kinks", if it can be called that, was that she shaved her pussy. The first couple of times that we slept together, she still had hair on her mound, but one day, she was bald. She told me that one of her friends at work mentioned that she did it, and liked it, so Melinda decided to try it. After she realized that she liked the feeling of silk and lace rubbing against her bald pussy all day, she decided to keep it that way.

I was also reminded that her only other "kink" was the fact that she liked her nipples pinched and pulled, when she started to pinch them using my fingers on her stiff little buds. When I began to pull on her nipples, Melinda gasped, and breathed, "Yes!" 

After a couple of minutes of working on her nipples, she took one of my hands and started to guide it down her body. As we reached the top of her pussy mound, Melinda gasped again, and spread her legs wider.

I continued to let her guide me as she slid my hand over her hot, moist slit. With her fingers on top of mine, she started to rub her clit, and then slid a finger inside her tight, steamy pussy.

Melinda's finger entered her pussy along with mine, and she moaned and raised her hips slightly. She started to writhe in her enjoyment as both of our hands worked on her body, slowly bringing her to her peak.

When she guided my hand back to her clit, I slowly started to pull both of my hands out from underneath hers, and then placed them on top. Soon, Melinda was masturbating herself, something that she claimed that she never did. 

It didn't take long for her breathing to quicken, and Melinda slid the hand that had been squeezing her tits down to join the other one working her pussy.

I watched in the mirror as one of her hands rubbed her clit, and the other one started sliding one, then two fingers inside her wet pussy. I could see the juices shining on her fingers as she slid them in and out of her hot mound, picking up speed.

As she started to gasp and moan more, I brought my hands up to her tits, and started working on her stiff little nipples. Melinda groaned loudly as I pulled hard on her nipples, stretching them out while I watched her play with her pussy.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as she started working her hands faster. "Ohhh! Ohhh my god! Yesss!"

I squeezed her tits firmly, and then pinched her nipples again, and she groaned loudly, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum! Oh, god! YESSS!"

Melinda's body started to shake, and she planted her feet on the bed, pressing her heels in hard and raising her hips off of the bed as her orgasm overtook her. 

I held her body and softly squeezed her heaving breasts as Melinda came down from her orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked at our reflection in the mirror and smiled. Turning around, she looked at me, and slid my boxers down my legs.

"I've missed this big, thick cock," she said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started stroking it.

"I've never heard her talk like this," I thought to myself. "But then again, I've never seen her drunk, either."

I watched as she looked me in the eyes and slowly lowered her mouth over my rigid cock. "Oh my god!" I gasped as she took my pole in deep and I felt the head press against the back of her throat.

Melinda ran her tongue along the length of the underside of my shaft as she slowly slid it out of her mouth. "Do you like it when I do that?" she asked, giggling while she stroked me.

"Oh yeah!" I whispered, and placed my hands on her head, lowering her back down.

"Good," she responded. "Because I like to suck on this cock."

Melinda then proceeded to suck my cock with an inspired enthusiasm that I had never seen from her before. I looked down and watched as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, and I could see her ass and bald pussy, still shiny with her juices, wiggling in the mirror.

"Oh damn!" I said, "and you are SO good at it!"

Melinda moaned and continued to suck and lick my cock with a passion that truly surprised me. She would take me in deep, pressing her head down on my rod, and then pull back, so that only the head remained in her mouth, with her tongue flicking along the rim, and her hand stroking the shaft.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "If you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Oh yeah," she moaned, momentarily releasing my cock from her hot mouth. "Cum for me! Fill my mouth with your hot cream! Give it to me!"

I gasped again when she said that, because that was another thing that "proper Southern Christian women" didn't do. She would never allow me to cum in her mouth, or even pull out and cum on her. Now she was telling me to cum in her mouth! "I should have gotten her drunk a long time ago!" I thought to myself.

That was all too much for me, and I felt my balls start to tighten. I took her head in my hands and held on tight as my hips started to buck against her face.

"Oh my god!" I groaned, as I felt my balls start to surge. I grabbed handfuls of her hair, holding her head in place, as my cock exploded in her mouth. "Oh damn!" I bellowed.

Melinda moaned in delight as my balls emptied their load down her throat and my hips continued to buck.

Finally, my cock and balls drained, she let my softening cock drop from her mouth and started to kiss her way up my body.

"That was fun!" she said as she lay her head on my shoulder.

"Oh yeah!" I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath. 

After I had recovered enough to move, I rolled Melinda on to her back, and started to work my way down her body. I spent time sucking on her nipples, and nipping at them with my teeth. She was gasping and moaning when I was pulling on one nipple with my teeth while I pulled on the other one with my fingers.

Her tits were just big enough for me to push together so her nipples were able to touch, and when I started to lightly bite on them with my teeth, Melinda groaned loudly and started writhing on the bed.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "That's SO GOOD!"

I continued working on her nipples as I slid one hand down her belly. When I slid my hand to her mound and ran my fingers over her clit, she planted her feet, still clad in her heels, on the bed and raised her hips, moaning even louder.

"Oh my god yes!" she yelped, when I slid a finger into her hot, soaking wet pussy. I slid a second finger in, and started to rub her clit with the heel of my hand, and Melinda groaned and whined.

"Oh yeah!!!" she moaned. 

I released her nipples and started kissing my way down her body, keeping my hand working on her pussy. 

The closer I got to her pussy, the more vocal she became, and the more she moved her hips. "This is a completely different woman," I thought to myself. "I wonder what else she'll do like this?"

I knelt between her legs and lowered myself to my belly as I kissed and licked all around her pussy mound. Melinda gasped and moaned as I passed over her clit and avoided any sensitive areas, teasing her and building up her anticipation. 

I placed her legs over my shoulders and slowly ran my tongue up both sides of her bare pussy lips.

"Oh yesss!" she moaned. "Oh god, you've got such a good tongue!"

After teasing her like that for a minute, I placed my tongue just below her wet pussy hole and slowly dragged it up. I stiffened my tongue and slid it inside her hot, seeping hole and licked along her slick walls, and she reached down and held my head, pulling it in tight.

I started to slide my tongue up her wet slit as she continued to hold my head, and when I flicked it quickly and lightly over her clit, her body jumped and she yelped.

I flicked my tongue over and around her clit, including flicking it up and down the sides of her clit hood.

After a couple of minutes, I took her hands in mine and placed them on her pussy. "Hold your pretty pussy open for me," I told her.

"Oh yes!" she gasped, and held her lips open, making her stiff clit stand out.

I leaned in to her and wrapped my lips around her clit. As I started to suck on it, I placed my fingers back at the wet opening to her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh, damn! Yes!" she yelled as I slid my fingers into her tight pussy while I sucked on her hard clit.

I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her pussy as I sucked on her stiff little bud, flicking my tongue across the tip. Melinda soon started to buck her hips up against my face, and she let her hands drop to the bed.

"Oh my god! Yes!" she cried. "That feels so good! I'm gonna cum again!"

I released her clit from my lips and flicked my tongue across the shaft while I started to work my fingers in and out of her hot, wet hole faster. When I heard her start to gasp, I pushed her legs up to her chest and slid my tongue down her wet slit to her pussy while I pulled my fingers out and slid them down towards her ass.




A Christmas Surprise



I started to tongue-fuck her pussy, rubbing the tip of my nose across her clit, while I ran my fingers, wet with her pussy juice, around the rim of her asshole.

Melinda jumped when I mad contact with her backdoor and gasped. Her biggest no-no was always her ass. 

She liked it when I would spank her, even cumming when I put her over my knees once while we were wrestling and spanked her panty-covered ass, but she would freak out any time I touched her asshole. Ass play, in her words, was something that "Only sluts and whores do."

That's why I was shocked when she reached down and spread her asscheeks apart and started pushing back at me.

"Ohhh!" she moaned as my fingers pushed against her tight, virgin ass. "Oh yes!"

Deciding that it was time to push the envelope with her, I slid my tongue out of her pussy and dragged to down to her ass. With her holding her cheeks wide apart, I flicked my tongue across her tight little rosebud, and she groaned loudly.

"Oh yesssss!" she gasped, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb while my tongue flicked across her asshole.

Melinda then moaned as I stood up and pulled her legs down. I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over, onto her belly.

I reached between her legs and ran my hand up her hot, wet slit from her clit, over her seeping pussy, all the way to her puckered little asshole. She again reached back and spread her asscheeks apart as my fingertips glided over her previously forbidden territory, sighing loudly and moaning.

"Do you like it when I play with your ass?" I asked her softly.

"Oh yeah!" she breathed. "That feels SO good!"

Looking around the room, I told Melinda that I wanted her to stay right there, and to keep her hot little pussy and tight little asshole warmed up. She moaned, disappointed that I was leaving her, until I told her that I'd be right back.

I watched her as I walked to my bag and grabbed a bottle of baby oil (It never hurts to be prepared!), and smiled as she slid one hand underneath her body to stroke her clit and slid her fingers around her ass with the other.

I dribbled a little oil on her ass, and she cooed into the pillow. "What's that?" she gasped, at the cool feel.

"Just a little oil," I said, as I rubbed it into her ass and pressed it onto her asshole.

"That feels nice," she sighed, as I rubbed a little harder.

Melinda squealed as I slapped her on the ass and told her to get on her knees. I spread her legs apart and started to lick her pussy from behind, sliding my tongue over her hard little clit and her wet slit at the same time. I also continued to rub my thumb against her ass.

Then, I lay on my back, with her hot, wet pussy directly over my face, and pulled her down just a bit. I stuck out my tongue and started to lightly and quickly flick it across her clit while I pressed even harder with my thumb against her tight asshole.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" she gasped. "Oh yeah! I'm cumming! Oh my god! Yes!"

When her body started shaking and trembling, I slowly slid my thumb into her ass, getting it in up to the first knuckle.

"Oh yes!" she yelled as her orgasm swept over her. 

Keeping my thumb firmly in her tight ass, I slid out from under her and let her body collapse to the bed. I slowly started to kiss along the backs of her legs, and then along the length of her spine, until my arm was stretched as long as it was going to get.

Melinda moaned, almost sounding disappointed, as I slid my thumb from her ass and walked around the bed towards her head.

I rolled her on to her back and pulled her towards me, so that her head was hanging off of the edge. I then gently but firmly lifted her head and placed my cock at her full lips.

"Suck my cock," I told her. "Get it nice and wet so I can bury it deep inside your hot, wet pussy."

Moaning, she eagerly opened her lips and engulfed my hard shaft, taking me in deep. Melinda then proceeded to suck my cock better than she ever had, which is saying quite a bit!

She plunged my cock deep into her mouth, applying a degree of suction that I had never experienced from her and coated it in her saliva for a couple of minutes, moaning while she did. While she performed her oral magic on me, I reached down and squeezed her tits, causing her to moan more forcefully.

Finally, she removed my wet, shiny pole from her hot lips and moaned loudly, "Fuck me. My god, please fuck me! I need your cock in me SO bad!"

Amazed at the way that she was acting, I walked to the other side of the bed. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her towards me, causing her to cry out. As I stood at the edge of the bed, I took my cock in my hand and slid the head along the length of her wet slit. Melinda moaned loudly again and reached down to my shaft.

Taking my hard rod in her little hand, she pulled me towards her. As my cock started to slide into her hot, wet depths, we both let out a loud moan.

"Oh yes!" she cried out as I slid into her. "Oh my god, I need this!"

"Oh yeah!" I moaned in agreement. "You feel so good!"

"Now fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me good! Make me cum again!"

I held on to her hips as I started to slide in and out of her hot, wet hole. I started slowly, pulling her in tight as I buried my thick cock deep inside her and wiggling my hips, grinding my pole in deeper and rubbing my pubic bone against hers.

"Oh yes! Oh my god! This feels SO GOOD!" she cried as I bumped hard into her depths.

She was squeezing her tits as I fucked her, moaning loudly. I reached down and covered her hands with mine, helping her squeeze her soft mounds.

"Oh yes!" she gasped when she felt my hands on hers. She then quickly slid her hands out from under mine, and slowly started to slide one hand down towards her pussy.

Melinda started rubbing her clit as I proceeded to take long, slow strokes in and out of her wet hole, bucking her hips up and down.

"Oh my god yes!" she gasped after a couple of seconds. "Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum again! Oh yeah, fuck me!"

I started to pick up my pace, sliding my hard cock faster and harder, and soon Melinda was moaning louder. 

"Oh yeah, that's so good! Oh yeah! Fuck me!" she cried.

It wasn't long before she was gasping, and her body started to stiffen and shake.

"Oh yeah! I'm cumming!!!" she moaned, soft and low. "Oh my god! I can't believe that I'm cumming agin! Oh yeah!!!"

I let her slow down, and I soon pulled my still hard shaft, coated with her wet juices, out of her tight pussy.

"Ohh!" Melinda moaned in her disappointment, feeling her pussy empty.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Roll over. Keep your hand on your cute little pussy, and roll onto your belly."

"Yesss!" she sighed, and quickly did as I asked. 

I watched from behind for a couple of seconds as she continued to slide her fingers, shiny wet with her fluids, over her clit.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, as she started humping against her fingers. "Please put it back in!"

"Put what back in, where?" I asked, teasing her as I slid my hard, wet shaft across her asscheeks.

"Your cock!" she cried loudly. "Put your cock back in my pussy! Fuck me!"

Smiling, I placed my cockhead back at the entrance to her hot hole, took her hips in my hands, and plunged my rod deep into her wet pussy.

Melinda grunted as the head bumped against her cervix, and she started pushing back.

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "Oh god yes, fuck me!"

Holding tight to her hips, I took long, full strokes, sliding my shaft out until just the head remained inside, and then thrusting forward, burying myself in deep. 

She continued moaning and pushing back against me, and her pussy continued getting wetter. I could hear it squish with every thrust, and her breathing was getting heavier. When she started to let out another long, low moan, I pulled my cock completely out, and slid it up along the length of her slit until it was sliding over her asshole.

Holding her asscheeks apart, I slid my shaft across her tight, puckered hole, and Melinda gasped. I received another shock when she moaned and pushed back against me again.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered. "That feels so good!"

I leaned into her, trapping my cock between us, pressing it against her ass, and whispered in her ear. "Do you like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" she whimpered, and pushed back into me again.

"Hold your ass open for me," I told her, as I reached for the bottle of oil.

Melinda moaned as she reached back and spread her tight little cheeks apart. Knowing that I was about to push her final boundary, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember it as I stroked it, coating it with the lube.

I watched as she reached for her puckered little hole with her finger, and I knew that she was ready.

Wanting to see her face as I took the last vestige of virginity from her, I rolled her onto her back. Placing the head of my cock at her virgin rosebud, I asked softly, "Is this what you want?"

Melinda moaned soft and low, and nodded her head. "Yes!" she said softly.

"Are you sure?" I asked, as I leaned in to her, applying just a bit of pressure at her backdoor with my shiny cock head.

"Yes!" she repeated. "But please be gentle."

"I will," I assured her, as I pushed just a little more. 

"Ohh!" she yelped as she felt my cock start to slide in to her ass.

I waited a second for her to get used to the feeling, and soon she was moving her hips, trying to push back at me.

Over the next few minutes, I slowly pushed more of my stiff, hard shaft into her virgin hole. Soon, I had about half of my pole in her, and she was starting to relax a little more and enjoy the sensations.

To help her along, I gently took her hands in mine and placed one of her hands on her tits, and the other at her pussy. Not hesitating a second, she started squeezing her tits and pinching and pulling on her nipples while she stroked her clit.

It didn't take long before she was moving her hips back and forth, and as I continued to push further into her tight ass, she reached down, wrapped her hands around the backs of my legs, and pulled me in closer to her.

When I was about halfway in her ass, she looked at me with glazed eyes, and whispered, "How much is in?"

"I've got a couple more inches left," I told her, not wanting to scare her with the truth.

"Then do it," she said. "Fill me up."

I held on to her hips and started to see-saw back and forth, fucking her ass as I pushed in deeper . Melinda started to touch herself again, and was moaning with every stroke I took.

Finally, with about an inch of my cock left, I grabbed tighter on to her hips and plunged all the way in, burying my cock deep in her ass.

"Ohh!" she yelped. "Oh my god! I feel so full!"

"You are full, baby," I told her, as I moved my hips left to right. "I'm completely inside your hot little ass." 

"Oh, yeah baby," she moaned loudly. "Now fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

As tight as her ass was, as good as it felt, and as hot as she looked laying there, moaning and stroking her clit, pulling on her nipples, I wanted to make this last as long as I could. Having cum once already, combined with the Bourbon that I had earlier, I knew that this wouldn't be too difficult. 

I lifted her legs, placing her ankles on my shoulders, and started taking short, quick strokes with my cock, staying deep in her ass.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" she moaned as she moved her hips with me. "Oh my god, fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Going for a change of pace after a couple of minutes, I pushed her legs back and spread them wide. I took a hold of her heels and guided her legs to where I wanted them as I started taking longer strokes, sliding my cock back until just the head remained inside her, and then plunging back in.

Melinda slid a finger into her pussy, which was seeping more than juice than I had ever seen flow from her, and brought her other hand down to stroke her clit.

Soon, I could feel Melinda's ass start to squeeze my cock, and she was getting louder.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck me! Fuck my ass! Oh my god! I'm such a slut!" she exclaimed.

"Do you like being a slut?" I asked as I felt her ass squeeze even more.

"Yes!" she yelled. "Oh yeah, I'm cumming! Oh my god, I'm cumming with your cock in my ass!"

Melinda's eyes popped open, and she dropped her hands to the bed sheets, grabbing and pulling on them as her orgasm swept over her. Her body started to shake, and her hips bounced on the bed as she moaned and gasped loudly.

As her ass squeezed and spasmed around my shaft, I knew that I was reaching the end.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, "I'm gonna cum. Your tight little ass is gonna make me cum!"

"Yes!" she exclaimed loudly. "Cum inside my ass! I wanna feel your cock explode in my ass!"

Seconds later, I felt my balls churn, and then I blasted a load of cum deep into her ass.

"Oh my god!" I moaned. "Oh, your ass feels so good!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum inside my ass!" she yelled, as my balls emptied inside her. "Oh my god! I'm cumming again!"

As both of our orgasms overtook us, our bodies shook. Finally, after a few minutes, I felt my cock start to soften, still inside her ass.

Soon, I slid my withered, satisfied shaft from her still tight ass, and collapsed on the bed next to her.

After we both caught our breath, I stood and walked to the bathroom. Looking at her body splayed across the bed, I wet a washcloth and brought it to her.

Melinda looked like she was about to pass out, so I gently wiped the cum oozing from her freshly fucked ass. As she felt the warm cloth slide across her hole, she moaned, and then rolled over.

Finished with her, I went into the shower and washed my cock off. When I came out, she was sound asleep, so I climbed into bed, trying to avoid the many wet spots, and fell asleep beside her.

The next morning, as I awoke, I felt her arm draped across my stomach, and her head on my shoulder. Her red hair was spread across my chest. When I moved slightly, she turned her head, looking at me.

"Good morning," she said softly.

"Good morning," I replied.

"Thank you for coming to get me last night," she said.

"It was my pleasure," I assured her.

"I'm just sorry that I fell asleep so soon," she said. "I really wanted to thank you last night, in a special way."

Realizing that she must not remember anything, I just told her, "Well, I still have the room until noon."

Smiling, Melinda rose from the bed, and said, "Ok, but I have to go to the bathroom first."

As she walked away, I watched her ass sway. Through the closed bathroom door, I then heard her ask, "Why is my butt sore?"



A Christmas Surprise



Time certainly passes exceedingly faster than our perception of actual days and months. Has it in reality been almost a year since I have recounted a new adventure? These fleeting months have been a time of voluminous changes. first-hand exhilaration. and unexpected associations.

Where shall I begin?

Well, I suspect at the beginning would seemingly be the precise point.

Let me take you into my world with a simple recounting of who I am. My name is Layla. I was introduced to the mystery and pleasure of older men in the tender innocent awakening of my sexual consciousness. 

If you have read my stories you're well aware of my journey. My initial immersion into the world of passion and pleasure was by the hands of a loving man of a proportionate difference in age. To say that he shaped my yearning would perhaps be an understatement of fact. I was fashioned in the image of his longing and my own yet unfamiliar hunger and desire.

My initial experience with an older man was clearly an awakening. The fact that he was some sixty plus years my senior could have been just a mere coincidence of circumstance. Looking back, I realize he was my educator. You may wonder how I might accustom his attentions as those of a professor, teacher and tutor? Simply, he was all of these things to me and so very much more.

Much like your own experience in tasting a new delicacy, you are immediately convinced of its deliciousness. You know without hesitation the flavor is one you want to delight in over and over. Conversely, it could be an essence you would certainly be unlikely to cultivate or savor. This was not the case for me, the more I distinguished the attentions and pleasures of an older man the more of them I desired.

There is a tenderness in the mind and hands of an older man that escapes the comprehension of younger men. Perhaps it's experience or gratitude. The man who has lived a long life learns to appreciate and relish a woman. 

Just a few days ago I received a sweet e-mail from a 76-year-old reader. He told me of his pleasure in reading my tales and how his personal steadfast motto was "the woman always cums first", quite proud of his diligence I have no doubt. 

I've often been told, unequivocally agree, that imagination is the secret to a satisfying sexual experience. An older man has had years to cultivate this ability and I suspect has an infinite pool of fantasy to delve into and call to mind at the most applicable moments.

To tell you that I receive a myriad of charming, heartfelt words of appreciation and encouragement from countless older men is at the very least wonderfully reassuring and allows me to recount my experiences with you in the very best of my intention. 

My level of confidence in what I have to share with you convinces me that I will, without a single reservation, bring you many moving moments of pleasure. It pleases me that you sense the warmth and desire that I feel and you can allow your imagination to join with my words creating deep desire that will hopefully lead to delightful fulfillment.

This is without question my most treasured time of year. I undeniably love the holidays and all the sweet moments that come with them. The promise of a jolly Santa climbing down a warm chimney fills the minds of every heart. 

In the spirit of the season I offer you a story that will certainly bring a smile to your heart and absolutely peek your desire.

The northeastern corner of our country provides quite honestly the picture-perfect winter backdrop to the Christmas season.

The snow falls across the farmlands, beautiful lady winter, in all her magnificence, softly sings a lullaby carried on the wings of snowflakes.

Although her song is sweet and melodic, she sings quietly while covering the ground in a sparkling blanket of white leaving cold and ice as she moves through her dynasty. 

In my little town there is a richness of older gentlemen. A shiny candy dish of sweets that are forever tempting me to indulge.

There's a local market that's accessible by a country bus service provided by the town. Many of the older folks no longer drive so it's a much needed and appreciated amenity.

I've often wondered how these elderly gentlemen manage to trudge through the snow with arms full of necessities. I suppose after so many years of responsibility in the last pages of the stories of their lives they are often left alone and have no choice but to care for themselves. 

There was a late morning snow storm that left many waiting patiently for the bus to arrive. One particular gentleman whom I'd seen many times was sitting quietly in the bus shelter, shivering noticeably. We'd stood in the checkout line many times and exchanged pleasantries so I knew his name was Martin. How could I not offer him a ride?

I pulled up to the shelter and rolled down the passenger side window.

"Good morning Martin how are you?"

I saw the familiar broad smile and was now convinced that I'd made the right decision.

"Good morning Layla, a hell of a day huh?" The questioning in his words was more a statement.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

"About half an hour, the 10:25 is already almost 30 minutes late. I think the snow has put everyone behind schedule today. I waited for the bus this morning almost 40 minutes before it finally showed up. I wasn't going to come down but I needed a few things so decided to take the chance. I hope it gets here quick, I'm freezing."

It was certainly obvious that he was cold and more than ready to get out of the weather.

"Listen Martin, why don't you let me give you a ride home. I know you live down in Spotswood, it's not that far and I'm headed home anyway so it's on my way." 

The truth was I wasn't headed home but it really wasn't out of my way and I couldn't in good conscience not make the offer.

"Jesus, you're a sweet lady Layla. I sure would appreciate you riding me home and getting me out of this cold. I'll accept on one condition; that you come on in and at least let me make you a cup of coffee and let you warm up a little before you head on out again?"

I smiled and shook my head in dissent. The last ting I wanted was a cup of coffee. I wanted to get him home and myself as well.

"Thanks Martin but I don't drink coffee and besides I'm pretty warm here in the car. Come on, just get in and let's be on our way, I'll have you home in fifteen minutes."

Watching him getting to his feet reassured me once more that leaving him there would have been a grave injustice. Martin gathered his packages and held on to the rail so he could get his feet under him. I had no idea just how old of a man he actually was, I knew he was in his seventies. I watched as he barely got to his feet bags in hand trying to get sure footing. Moving slowly, he was breathing deeply from the obvious strain it was taking to get up on his legs.

"These damn old legs aren't what they used to be, I'll be glad to get out of here."

I realized he probably needed a hand to the car so I put it in park and got out. I walked around to him and grabbed his arm to give him a steady hand to hold on to. Martin wasn't a very tall man, however, he was clearly pretty stocky. I had all I could do to hold onto him and make sure he didn't pull us both down into the snow that was now incredibly fast accumulating.

"Hell Layla, I don't want you to fall down!"

Martin's footing was precarious to put it mildly. If he fell down I suspected he might be there awhile.

"Shhhhh, just hold on to me and let's get you into the car."

Somehow I managed to get Martin and his groceries into the car without any catastrophe occurring. Once he was settled in I walked around to the driver's side and quickly got myself inside. We were covered in snow so I put the heater on full blast hoping it would warm him up quickly. I reached across his body and buckled the seat belt around him. I could feel his body trembling with cold.

"My God Martin, you're shaking."

"I told you, I've been out in this for almost the whole morning. I thought I'd warm up once I was in the market but sitting out here waiting for the bus I got chilled to the bone. When I get like this the only thing that helps is a hot shower. Of course the alternative is a hot woman cuddled up next to me, now that would definitely raise my body temperature."

Martin had a knack for turning any given situation into an opening to tell me that he was a single man who didn't enjoy the company of a woman in his life. On more than a few occasions I could sense him glaring at my breasts as if he was contemplating what he would do if he had the chance to get his hands on me. To be perfectly honest, there may have been a few moments when I wondered what he would do if he had the opportunity.

"Unfortunately, at this juncture, I couldn't offer you a hot body since my own is frozen. Sit back and give it a few minutes, the heater is on high and you should warm up pretty quickly."

Now that he was secure and warming up I reached for my seat belt, strapped myself in. I headed out of the parking lot to the main road. It was pretty bad, looking down the road I could barely see oncoming traffic. The snow was really coming down and admittedly it was becoming increasingly difficult to see the road.

"My God, are you going to be able to drive in this?"

"It'll be fine, I'll just go slowly and you'll be home in a jiffy. I can't believe that it's gotten this bad in just the last fifteen minutes. You could have been sitting there forever, doesn't look like the bus is anywhere in sight."

We were heading east on Spotswood Road; it was the bus route. The asphalt was covered in snow and as we headed down into the valley it was clear that the bus would never make it up the hill to the shopping plaza. All I could think of now was that he would have been sitting there till next Christmas if I didn't pick him up.

"Can you believe this weather? I should have stayed home but the weather man said it wasn't going to get this bad until later this afternoon. The only job in the world where you can always be wrong and still get paid, what a racket. 

Listen Layla, I can't thank you enough for this but seriously, I can't let you drop me off and see you drive in this so you're going to have to stay at my place until it slows down, I'm not taking no for an answer."

Whether I protested or not it was clearly futile to even suggest that I would drive in this. Luckily I didn't have anything to do that couldn't wait and no one to worry about me. As much as I wanted to drop him off and head home I also knew it wasn't wise.

"Unfortunately Martin, you're right. I don't mean about staying at your place for a while I mean that the roads are getting really bad and I would be a fool to try and drive in this."

I turned my head for a second and saw a smile on his old weathered face. I knew he was concerned for my well being and that was sweet. My immediate thought was just how long this was going to last. I didn't have anyone home waiting for me but I certainly wanted to go home.

"Listen Layla, I have to warn you, I live alone and I'm not a great housekeeper, as a matter of fact I have the sink full of dishes and haven't swept the floor in a week. The place isn't a pigsty but it's probably not what you're used to. I'm apologizing now for the mess."

I had to smile to myself. Here was an old man who had most likely lived alone for some time and he was more concerned about a sink full of dirty dishes and an UN-swept floor than the raging snow storm. Funny the things we think about most. At this point I could have cared less about dishes and wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of the car and inside off these roads.

"Martin, don't worry about the house, I'll just be glad to get there and off the road. As much as I don't want to impose on you there's no sense in even trying to drive in this. Listen, how about I do the dishes and help you clean up? It will make the time pass and hopefully by the time we're through the snow will have let up enough and I can get home. When we get there just worry about getting inside and I'll grab the bags and take them in. If you were to fall you might be there till spring. I don't think I could pick you up and both of us on the ground wouldn't be a good idea."

"Jesus Layla, I'm sorry about this. Listen you just get us to my house and we'll be fine. I'm quite capable to get myself inside and that's all that matters. You can pull into the garage, it's open and then we can go into the kitchen from there so don't worry about the snow or falling down okay?"

I realized I might have hurt his feelings and began to regret saying anything at all. Within a few quiet minutes we were turning down his street and we were pulling into the garage just as he said we would. The house was a small Cape Cod style and I could see the years on it. The snow was fast accumulating, covering the ground and drifting from the wind. Right now all I wanted was to get inside and make sure Martin warmed up.

Once we were in the protection of the garage Martin slowly got out and closed the garage door behind us. He reached in and gathered up his packages and nodded for me to follow him into the house. I tried to help him by taking some of the bags out of his hands but he flatly refused.

"Listen little lady, I'm old and my legs aren't what they used to be, but I can surely get this stuff in the house. You just worry about yourself and let's get inside. The light switch is on the left."

I opened the door, felt for the light switch and stepped inside. I was holding the door so Martin could get himself and his groceries inside and was sorry I offended him. He managed to get the whole lot inside and dropped the bags on the kitchen table, sat down and took a few deep breaths trying to gain his strength back. I looked at him and saw a very old man who was not only freezing but obviously exhausted from the entire ordeal.

"Thank God we made it. Okay I'm going to get this stuff put away, make yourself at home Layla I think you just might be here awhile from the looks of the roads."

I was quite surprised at what I saw. The house was neatly kept, not at all what I thought, not what he had suggested. Yes, the furniture was dated, but it was warm and comfortable. Martin closed the door in the kitchen and took off his jacket. I could see his body trembling, his hands were red and raw from the cold. He took off his hat and he was completely bald save about an inch of very white hair that ringed his ears.

"Damn it's a bitch of a storm out there"! That was an understatement to say the least.

Martin continued speaking while beginning to put away his groceries and start a pot of coffee. "I count myself pretty lucky that you decided to offer me a ride, I don't think the bus was coming at all and I would still be sitting there if you hadn't come along."

"Well I'm just glad we got here. Can I give you a hand with anything?"

"No, you just sit down and relax while I get this put away and the coffee going."

Looking around the room, yes, the sink was filled to the brim with dishes and there was an obvious need to sweep the floor but it wasn't that bad at all, in fact it was kind of welcoming and as I said very warm and comfortable.

"Listen I'll put a pot of water on and make you some tea, you drink tea right?"

"Yes, that's just fine, I do drink tea. Tell you what, I'll start these dishes and you fix your coffee and sit down and warm up. Maybe you can put the news on and let's see what the weather is doing."

Martin moved pretty slowly. I couldn't help but look at him and see the years.

"Layla, the phone is in the living room if you need to call home and let them know you're okay."

"Oh, that's not necessary, there's no one there to call, I live alone."

"You're not married?'

"No, not married, no kids, no pets, just me."

"What, you don't like men?"

I laughed out loud. Why would he think I didn't like men because I wasn't married?

"I like men, I'm just not married that's all."

"Well you must have a man friend, is that what they call it these days, I'm not sure?"

"I think you would still refer to a man as a boyfriend or I guess a significant other but no, there's no one presently that fits that description."

"I don't have a lady friend either. Haven't touched a woman in maybe twenty or more years. Seems like when a man gets along in years the ladies aren't that interested."

I smiled to myself, that's okay, more for me.

"I guess that might be true for most women."

Martin stopped moving and turned and looked at me. I was looking down at the dishes but I could feel his eyes. I turned my head slowly and saw him there out of the corner of my eye.

"I take it you're not most women then or am I wrong?"

"No, I'm not most women, I don't judge a man by how many years he's been on this earth."

He took a deep contemplative breath and smiled. Confidently, he again spoke in a firm voice.

"There might be snow on the roof but there's always a fire in the furnace. It's something like that I think, I can't remember exactly, but I'm sure you get the idea."

I had to chuckle to myself. Martin just told me that although he may be along in years his motor still fired on all cylinders.

"Yes, I completely understand what you're saying."

"Don't you date?"

This was a conversation I didn't want to have. Just let me do the dishes, help you clean up and hopefully the snow will let up enough for me to leave.

"No I really don't date much. I have a very settled life, no complications and no interference."

"And you did say you like men, I mean you aren't opposed to dating if someone asked you?"

"No I'm not opposed to going out with a man and yes I've been asked but no one who fits the bill."

Martin had his coffee and was now sitting at the table drinking it. I already knew what the next question would be.

"What do you mean fits the bill, you have a certain type you like?"

Clearly he wasn't going to go away quietly.

"To be honest I like older men, always have."

"How old is older?"

"I enjoy the company of men who are much older than myself."

"Well, how old are you if you don't mind me asking? I figure you about 40 something, a great looking forty something I might add."

"Let's just say I'm old enough to know what I want and young enough to enjoy it."

"Okay, we've established that you like men, older men, and I'm going out on a limb here but I'm thinking you also enjoy the physical part of a relationship?"

He wanted to ask me if I liked sex but being an older gentleman he was taking his manners in hand and being very careful.

"Are you asking me if I enjoy sex?"

"Yes I guess am. If I'm talking out of line forgive me. I don't get a chance to talk to a lady often and to be honest I wondered why you don't have a man."

"I don't have a man in my life because I don't settle. I know what I like, who I like. I'm more than willing to wait till he comes along, or for that matter, doesn't." Suddenly I was enjoying this inquisition.

"Hey, I completely get it. I haven't been with a woman for a whole lotta years. Now, it's not that I don't think about it. I guess I just haven't had the opportunity and maybe if I did I'd act on it."

"There are quite a few single ladies here, why haven't you asked one of them for dinner? You have a charming home Martin, and I know you can cook, I've taken notice of your shopping basket also."

I watched his face and knew he was thinking just how much he wanted to share.

"Alright then, you asked so I'll tell. The truth is that I did ask a lady for a date a few years back. I was still driving so I picked her up and we went to a real nice place for dinner. I thought we were getting along just fine. I brought her back to her house and tried to give her a little kiss and Jesus you would have thought I was trying to get her panties off. She said she wasn't interested in that sort of thing at her age. After that I figured that pretty much it would be the same thing with any other woman so I stopped thinking about it. Okay, I didn't exactly stop thinking about but I took matters into my own hands if you understand what I'm saying."




A Christmas Surprise



"Yes, I get the picture." I'd be lying if I didn't admit I knew personally what he was telling me.

"I have my fantasy woman and maybe she'll come around one day. Maybe there will be a snow storm and she'll offer to drive me home."

Was he telling me I was his fantasy?

There was now complete silence. I could feel Martin looking at me. I looked to my left and could just barely see him sitting there. I didn't want to look at him. My hands stayed busy and continued to do the dishes. The quiet was becoming deafening. I didn't know what to say. Suddenly I heard him walking out of the room and was grateful he did. The situation had become awkward in a matter of seconds and the conversation ended. I just wanted to finish up and go home. 

Over the sound of the running water I thought I heard him talking on the phone and hoped he was calling to check the weather, but then thought, why would he be talking to someone about the weather?

I was about finished when he came back into the room. I didn't look up and certainly didn't speak. I felt him staring at me, I could sense his eyes wandering over me and taking in what he was looking at. He walked behind me and stood there. His breathing was faster and deeper.

My heart began pounding in my chest when I heard what I thought was a zipper being pulled down.

"Feel that Layla, it's a rock hard old man's cock?"

His hands were on my hips, he was close to me and whispering in my ear. I felt his hips gyrating into me and couldn't ignore the stiffness that was rubbing against me.

"Let me tell you some things about myself. There's nothing I love more than cream pie. I love to feel a nice wet warm pie on my tongue. I like to lap it and lick it. Every cream pie has a nice cherry on top and I like to suck on that hard stiff cherry and swallow down all that sweet cream. You know how I get the pie nice and creamy? I'll tell you. I start up top and pull and twist your nipples."

This was the moment of decision. I'd been here many times before and realized I was bring offered a chance to let's say enjoy myself with an old man who certainly made it clear he was more than willing and obviously qualified.

"Well it seems as though you have a plan. Keep talking."

Martin breathed a deep sigh of relief coupled with excitement I'm sure. What the hell I thought. Right now the prospect of the rest of the afternoon snowed in wasn't looking all that appealing. However, the prospect of an afternoon of a little fun suddenly seemed possible.

"When I get them good and hard I like to suck on them and bite them and I can do that for hours. After a good long time, your pie gets nice and creamy and I spend hours lapping and licking, sucking and tongue fucking. You'll cum so many times you might be inclined to beg me to stop, but guess what, I don't stop."

I was shaking and felt lightheaded. He was breathing on my neck and I felt his tongue, warm and wet as he started licking then sucking my skin. I couldn't help it when I leaned back into him. 

"You're hot to trot little lady."

I adore old men. I absolutely love older men who take control and know what they want. This old man was exactly what I wanted. I could stand there and fain shock, play the game of how dare you. I wouldn't be fooling anyone, least of all Martin. He was speaking my language and I wanted him to tell me more. I'm very honest about my desires, why shouldn't I be? After a very brief silence, I suppose Martin was waiting to see my reaction to his whispering, he again began to speak when he realized I was listening intently to what he had to say.

"We're going to take our time. I'm sure you like that, slow and steady. I think you should turn off the water." 

I reached for the faucet and turned off the water just as I was told.

"That's a good girl."

My body was on fire and his breath was hot on my ear as he continued to speak. Clearly he would take matters into his own hands and I was ready.

"It's time I felt your tits, you want me to feel your tits don't you Layla?"

I didn't speak, I just stood there. He had his answer, I had my nasty dirty old man. For whatever reason we understood each other completely. 

There was no need for conversation that didn't pertain to the current situation that was quickly unfolding. To reinforce his decision to take matters in hand, he moved even closer to me and reached up to turn my head towards his mouth. Martin wanted to make sure I heard every word.

"I've jerked off so many times thinking about these tits and your nipples. I imagined my mouth sucking them in and feeling them get hard and stiff, plump and fully erect while my tongue teased them and my lips held them inside my mouth hard and deep. I thought so many times about how it would feel to get my hands wrapped around them and feel my fingers squeeze them hard. I swear I heard you moan and squeal when you felt me bite them and tweak them until they ached. I used to watch you walking around the market and loved to see you in the freezer section, especially in the summer when you had a nice thin top on."

This was feeling so damn good I just wanted him to shut up and get to it.

"It didn't take long for you to feel the chill and react to it. I'd stand back and watch your nipples swell and reach inside my pocket for a little rub. I had to be careful more than once that I didn't cum right there."

Martin reached around me and when he grabbed me I couldn't help moaning. His cock was pressed hard against me and he was moving his hips and groin up and down, rubbing himself on me. He squeezed my breasts and caught my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Just as he had imagined he would do he twisted and tweaked, pulled and pinched until my now swollen nipples began to ache, I loved it, wanted more and more.

"That's it Layla, you love it don't you? I think I should see these tits. I want you to show them to me. Reach inside your blouse and bra and lift them out over the top of your shirt. I like the way that looks, your tits hanging out of your blouse, all nasty and dirty. You like it too don't you? Sure you do, you like being nasty and filthy, it makes your sweet pie real creamy doesn't it?"

These weren't questions that required answers. Martin was making statements. I'm sure he pictured this exact scenario more than a few times. This old man, he knew what I wanted and he was more than happy to give me exactly what I needed.

"I've seen you with your sweet tits hanging out a million times in my mind. Will you show me Layla?

"

I reached into the top of my blouse, down into the lacy cups of my bra and lifted my breasts up and out into the cold air. My nipples were tingling and aching just as he promised they would. I heard him gasp and draw in a deep breath when he saw what he wanted.

"Oh my God, just what I thought. Nice sweet pink nipples, and deep pink aureoles. I think I should rub them for a while and get them nice and plump before I tongue them. Look at that, see how they get nice and puffy, I like that. You sure do have nice, sweet. suck me hard nipples and puffy aureoles, Jesus Christ I love that, I can get them in my mouth and feel them stiffen up under my tongue. You like them suckled hard and long don't you Layla?"

I had to look at his hands, see them touching me, it drove me crazy. He was twisting and pulling, the ache was pure pleasure. I watched as my nipples swelled and just as he said, plumped and puckered under his fingertips. The wetness between my legs was beginning to drip from me and I could feel it seep down the inside of my panties. I stood straight up and squeezed my legs together, feeling the pressure, it was exactly what I needed.

"Your pie is nice and creamy isn't it? I've just started, we have a long way to go before I lap that pie, suck that hard sweet cherry. I might even give you a few good cums before I do. I'm going to pull your pants and panties down to your knees and you're going to bend over and feel me slip this old cock into your creamy pie. I just wanna feel that pie around this old cock for a few minutes before we keep going."

"Yes, slid that cock inside my pussy and fuck me slow and easy, make me moan."

I felt him push against the small of my back and ease me forward. As he pulled my pants down he slipped his hand between my legs for a brief second and moaned when he felt the wetness through my saturated panties. He couldn't help himself as he slipped one finger under the lacy band resting against my leg and between my swollen slippery lips.

"Jesus, you are wet. I just need a taste of this."

The feeling of his old finger dipping deep into me and soaking up my wetness was excruciating and erotic. Quickly he pulled his hand up and although I couldn't see his finger I couldn't help but hear the sound of his lips sucking up all the wetness he had gathered.

"Fuck me, you are so sweet. I'm gonna pull these pretty red lace panties down to your knees and leave them there. You should see what I see Layla. You look like a dirty nasty slut, the slut you are and like to be. I say the word slut with the deepest respect and admiration. There's no doubt in my mind that you're a lady of the highest caliber. I've never thought anything else, that's the way you present yourself. I also know that underneath that lady is a slut of the highest caliber and that's what every woman should attain to be. Yes, Layla, you're the epitome of a lady and a slut when you have to be. I have nothing but respect for you and you know that. It's pretty clear that we both know what you like and you know and trust I'll give it to you. I'm the dirty old man you want and you need."

I heard his words and smiled to myself. This old man was exactly what I wanted and needed. I craved a dirty old man to take control and please me. In return he would get everything he fantasized about. There was a building confidence in Martin now knowing I would give it to him. So simple when you know who you are and what you want. I wanted him. 

Shocked that I would admit I would give in to him? Don't be, it's a simple fact that I accept. Much like any craving, it calls to you and you become attentive to it. My preference for older men, my choice for a very nasty dirty old man was a simple pleasure that I accepted and thoroughly enjoyed. We were both adults and consenting. I use the term craving in the sense that I know what I like and decided long ago that I should always seek to attain exactly what I enjoyed. Martin knew what he wanted and he was more than willing to show me, tell me. This old man would please me as much as he already knew I would please him.

"I don't mind telling you that I'm sure glad you're a single woman. I often wondered why I never saw a man with you and always thought you lived alone. You never had more than enough for one in your shopping cart. You know how many times I thought about asking you to dinner?"

"It seems as though I'm about to be your dinner."

"Honey you're going to be lunch, dinner and breakfast. Lucky me that it's snowing like hell and you have nowhere and no one to go to. I wanna fuck you so hard that you'll scream. I'm just gonna dip my stick for a taste of your pie. Now bend over and hold on to the edge of the sink. Spread your legs a little for me so I can get this old cock inside and fuck you nice and slow."

As he was speaking he was pushing me over and with a little nudge from his leg between my own he had me exactly where he wanted.

"Feel that, I'm getting my cock nice and slick so he slides up inside you really good and relaxed. Goddamn it, I don't know if I wanna fuck you or suck on you. Hell I want it all."

I could feel the bulbous swollen head of his cock rubbing up and down the wetness between my legs. Just when I thought he would back away he slipped deep inside me and let the weight of his body rest on my back as he pumped slow and steady.

"Jesus your pie is wet and real creamy, just the way I love my pussy."

Martin had his hands on my hips and was pumping back and forth, in and out of me. He had a firm rigid cock and I felt him drive deep and then pull almost out and then drive even deeper. One hand stayed on my hip and the other reached up and grabbed a hard nipple between his old wrinkled fingers twisting and pinching.

"Fuck me if you don't have sweet nipples. I wanna get them in my mouth and give them a real hard sucking. I need to feel your cherry, I bet it's hard and stiff?"

With his cock solid and buried, and one hand tweaking my nipple he moved his other hand off my hip and down between my legs. His fingers spread my lips open and felt for the cherry he was looking for. Martin wrapped his fingertips around my erect and pulsing clit and began to pull it and squeeze it.

"Jesus Christ you have a real nice cherry here. Yeah, I need to get that in my mouth and suck it really good, make you cum on my tongue, and lap it real hard."

I looked up and into the window, it was like a mirror. I saw what could have been a scene from a porn movie. An old man was fucking me and playing with my tits, pummeling my clit with his fingers and it drove me wild.

"I could fuck your pussy like this for hours but I want to get my tongue on it. You want me to lick it real slow and suck on this clit, lap it and tongue it don't you?"

I felt Martin pull out of me and step back away from me. Pushing myself up and back I looked down and saw myself. My breasts were sitting on top of my blouse and bra, nipples swollen and burning. Looking down my pants and panties were around my knees and keeping my legs close together. If this wasn't the picture of a dirty nasty slut, just as he had designed, then I was in a dream and the wetness running down between my legs was a figment of my imagination.

"I'm going to sit down here and I want to watch you walk to me. Put your hands under your tits and shake them for me."

He was the dirty old man I wanted and he knew exactly how to play his part. I turned to face him and he walked to the table and pulled out a chair never taking his eyes off me.

"Now shake your tits for me and walk real slow."

Reaching under my breasts I lifted each one in my hand and began to make them dance for my dirty old man. His eyes were like lasers, fixed and tracking. Martin's tongue was whipping over his lips. I couldn't tell you who was more excited and turned on by this, we were both panting and anticipating what was coming. Feeling his mouth sucking and licking my nipples was what we both wanted.

"You wanna suck on my nipples, is that what you want old man.? You wanna feel them in your mouth and lap them really good and hard. Should I feed them to you and watch you open your mouth, suck them and make them ache?"

Walking slowly towards Martin I was enjoying this. He felt for his cock and began stroking it slowly up and down. I could see drops of creamy white cum oozing from it dropping onto the leg of his pants. His fingers pulling the foreskin up and over the red wet head slow and steady. When he gripped it tight and held still I knew he was trying not to cum.

"Fuck yes, feed me."

Standing in front of him I rubbed a swollen nipple across his wet lips and pulled it back when he tried to suck it into his waiting mouth.

"You're a dirty old man and you want to do nasty things to me don't you?"

He reached out and pulled me close to him. I watched his mouth open and his hot wet tongue lap at my stiff nipple.

"Suck me, do it nice?"

Martin reached forward and grabbed a handful of each milky globe and leaning into me opened his mouth wider, his lips latched on tight and sucked hard. His teeth grasped a stiff hot nipple and he tongued it wildly. The darting flickering action of his wet tongue was like sparks against the tender tip. Closing his mouth, he began sucking harder and harder.

"That's it, suck hard, I love it hard. Make my nipples ache and throb old man."

With his hot hungry mouth wrapped around my taut nipple and his fingers pulling and tweaking the other I could feel myself on the edge of a hard deep orgasm. 

"That's a good boy, you like sucking my nipples don't you? I like it too. You're making me so wet, feels so good. Maybe it's time to lick my cream pie? You wanna lap it and suck it don't you?"

"You gonna rub your cream pie on my face and make me eat it all up like a good boy?"

I felt his hand wiggling to get between my legs and feel the wetness he wanted to taste.

"Show me your hard cherry, let me see it really good. Spread your lips open and let me see it."

Stepping back a few inches I reached down and slowly spread my lips apart. My clit was throbbing and swelled up, plump and full. Martin slid down off the chair in front of me onto his knees.

"I think I should tongue it a little first. You want me to lap it up and tease it really good don't you?"

I looked down and watched his tongue feather the very tip of my rock hard wet clit. He was twirling his tongue fast and hard over the pulsing bud and I was losing the strength to stay on my feet.

"That's it, lick me good. You want to make me cum on your tongue?"

There were no words from his busy hungry mouth. I watched as he sucked my clit into his hot mouth, teasing it and gently biting it for a second. I couldn't help pushing up against his face as hard as I could get letting him suck and lap me to a sweet hard cum.

"Oh yeah, suck me just like that, I love it nice and hard. Use your tongue old man, make me cum."

Martin sucked my cherry hard and deep inside his wet hot mouth. I could feel the pressure of his lips pulling and prodding the hard button he was holding onto. He popped my stiff hard clit over and over in and out of his feverishly fast mouth and had me ready to explode when he dipped the length of his tongue inside me and fucked me hard and deep with it. The sounds of his sucking and fucking were only muted by my own moaning and squealing.

Grabbing his head for the ultimate pressure I pushed my pussy up against his tongue and felt the first sting of an approaching orgasm that would surely rock me off my feet. This old man could suck me like this as long as he wanted to and from the grasp of his hands on my thighs he was going for the finish line with glory.

My pleasure came to a crashing halt when I heard a door open and shut.

"Who the hell is here Martin?" 

There was someone walking towards the kitchen and there I was with this old man clutching my ass and sucking me hard. Martin heard it to and pulled his hungry mouth back. I had to hold on to his shoulders to get myself on my feet.

"What the hell took you so long?"

I pushed myself away from his mouth and reached down to grab my panties and pants. I was in a fury of movement trying to cover myself up and regain some sense of composure.

"No need for that, this is my buddy Stanley, another dirty old man who loves pie as much as I do."

Martin pulled my hands away from my body and had a smile on his face that might have suggested he'd just won a multi-million-dollar lottery.

"Look at these tits Stan, she loves them sucked hard and long. Nipples as sweet as sugar and this pie, Jesus Christ, it's a cream machine. I was just about to suck it to a really good cum and you walked in."

I stood there and couldn't speak a single word.

"Hell Stanly, I called you over 45 minutes ago, I thought you'd be here before this. What the hell were you doing?"

"It's snowing like hell, the roads are treacherous, I got here as fast as I could without killing myself. I wasn't about to miss this party."

I somehow found my voice and with a deep breath I began to speak.

"Just what party might that be?"

"Let me explain." Martin rose to his feet and without missing a beat he began telling me what I already figured out.

"Stanley and I have been fantasizing about you for as long as we can remember. The first time we saw you at the market we came back and started talking about what we'd do if by some miracle you ever agreed to come by and play house with us. Just pure luck that you drove by and saw me sitting in the bus shelter and even better luck that it started snowing like hell. Honestly we both thought you were a married woman and we never expected that you would ever be here; like this."




A Christmas Surprise



I was listening intently to this explanation. Evidently I was quite the topic of conversation between these two and now they expected to live their fantasy out two fold. I wasn't being attacked by mad men or doing anything against my will. Slowly I reached down and pulled my pants up around me. Leaning forward I managed to get my breasts back where they belonged and once I was completely presentable I took a seat at the table.

"Well, why don't you sit down Stanley and join the conversation. Martin you might want to put that away for now?"

I motioned to his still fully erect old cock sticking straight up in the air. Martin stood up and made himself presentable, but not without licking me off his lips and smiling devilishly at me.

"Who could have guessed I'd be sitting here with two gentlemen deciding if I wanted them to fuck me?" 

"You mean you're considering it?" Martin was astounded I had no doubt.

"Well to be perfectly frank, I am. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I have no plans, actually planned a quiet solitary dinner and a movie. Here we are three adults who have no reason not to enjoy each others company. From the looks of this storm I wasn't going to be able to leave any time soon so I had already decided I'd probably be spending the night here with you Martin. From the progression of events I was ready for a night of pure unadulterated sex. I know what I like and I like older men. The fact that there are two of you only adds to the equation. However, there are some conditions. Let's set a few rules right now. I don't enjoy pain or humiliation."

"Jesus Christ Layla, we'd never hurt a hair on your head." Martin actually appeared to be somewhat hurt by my words.

"I was sure that you wouldn't. We are consenting adults with personal lives outside this door. I trust that I can count on you both being discreet. I will also want your assurance that you will respect my privacy as I do yours. In other words, what we do stays strictly between us and the confines of this house."

They looked at each other and shook their heads in complete agreement. I'm sure they would have agreed to just about anything I proposed.

"I think we completely understand each and we will agree to play house as you call it and see where it leads." 

I figured what the hell, I was here, they were eager, so was I, might as well enjoy the storm and each other.

"Stanley and I are true gentlemen. Anytime you want to stop all you have to do is say the word. But I'm gonna be completely up front and honest. We haven't been with a woman for years so we've had plenty of time to fantasize and come up scenario's we'd like to try. We can promise you this, by the time we're finished you'll know what real pleasure feels like."

I looked at these two old men and could feel the tingling between my legs already building.

"Let's go into the living room gentlemen."

I got up and walked ahead of them, there was a nice comfortable couch and I sat down right in the middle of it. Stanley sat on my left and Martin was on my right.

"I can't believe we're sitting here like this. You've made a couple of old men very happy Layla. You realize of course that we intend to try and fulfill every fantasy we've had as well as the things you've thought about. I'm sure you entertained the idea of having two old coots at once at some time?" 

Stanley was simply clarifying the fact that I was willing to fuck them both.

"Gentleman, I'm at your mercy." I smiled and took a deep breath. Without a doubt this was going to be a new and exciting experience for each one of us.

"Stanley is a real tit man. I think you might enjoy it more than you realize. Go on Stanley get to it she's willing and waiting."

Stanley tentatively reached out and let his old arthritic hand roam across my breasts. Martin just sat and watched as his friend felt for my nipples through my blouse. I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. 

"Nice tits, hard nipples."

Stanley reached under my blouse and I felt his fingers pinching and tweaking until my nipple was good and stiff. 

"You like them sucked don't you? I know you do and I'm a good all day sucker kind of man. I like to lick them and tease them slow until you beg me to suck harder and you will."

I was already wet and waiting. Stanley came in just as I was about to cum so I was already close when he started biting my nipples through my blouse. He pushed my blouse up and pulled my left aching breast up out of my bra. His hands squeezed and felt every inch of me. The moaning was distinct and constant; it was coming me.

"Ummm...I love my nipples sucked and licked, makes my pussy so wet."

I felt his tongue first. Stanley licked my nipple round and round and slowly closed his mouth and began sucking gently. His teeth grazed the hardness between his lips and I couldn't hold back the groan of pure pleasure.

"Sweet tits, I'm gonna suck your sugar sweet nipples hard and long. Make these nipples ache and throb till you feel it down in your pie. Martin here, he's gonna suck on that cherry while I take care of your tits. Let's get these clothes off so we have no obstacles. Stand up here in front of us."

They helped me to my feet and methodically began taking off my clothes. While Martin pulled down my pants Stanley unbuttoned my blouse. Standing there in bra and panties, my left breast inches from Stanley's hot eager mouth, I was burning with hunger for an explosive orgasm and needed them to get down to business.

Stanley reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, taking down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. His fingers rubbed my nipples while Martin maneuvered his hand between my legs, strumming me up and down.

"This is one wet cream pie here. I need to get it in my mouth and finish what I started before you got here. Suck those tits nice and hard. I'm about to go down here and grab that cherry between my lips and get some cream."

Martin pulled my panties down and left them around my knees. He got down on his knees surprisingly without much effort. I felt his tongue licking me, slurping the wetness that was dripping and then slipping his hot tongue between my swollen lips searching for what he wanted even more. Latching his lips around my hard and plump clit he began sucking and I spread my legs apart as far as I could so he could get it all in that mouth. Stanley had his hands full of my tits. I looked down and watched his mouth go back and forth sucking and biting. 

"Suck harder old man, make my nipples ache and throb."

It didn't' take one more word for Stanley to do just what I wanted. His tongue lashed furiously over and over. Between his stinging bites and voracious sucking my nipples were throbbing, and I loved it.

"Lick that cherry, suck it and make me cum on your nasty old tongue."

I rubbed my wet pussy all over Martins face and pushed hard against his mouth as he sucked my clit into his greedy mouth. The feeling of his lips pulling at my clit and then releasing it sent shivers up and down my body. The sounds of their feverish sucking and licking was mesmerizing and all I heard.

Stanley stood up and shed his clothes showing me a hard stiff cock with a deep purple head shimmering with drops of cum. He sat down and pulled me off Martins mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck you while he sucks on that clit. Pull those panties off Martin."

The old man took my panties down my legs licking my thighs as he pulled them off.

"Now turn around and lower that cream pie on my old cock."

Stanley grasped my hips and I felt his cock slide inside my throbbing pussy slowly filling me. When he was in deep he pulled me back against him and spread my legs apart with his hands. Martin reached up and put his hands down between my legs pushing my thighs as far apart as he could. He placed my feet over Stanley's legs giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Pull your lips open tight and show me that cherry."

I did exactly what I was asked. Spreading myself wide open, holding my lips back, tight and high I looked down and saw my clit swelled up and red begging for his lips to suck it.

Stanley was moving in and out of me slowly and when Martin took my clit in his mouth and started sucking it, I thought I would be able to keep the scream inside but it escaped and the moaning took over. The sensation of his lips jerking me off, sucking my taut engorged clit while Stanley slowly fucked my wet hot pussy was beyond anything I'd ever felt before.

"You love it don't you? Feel those lips sucking that cherry hard? You need your nipples pulled and pinched don't you? Ride my cock and fuck me while he sucks on you. Yeah you want to cum hard and you will. Look down and watch him suck that sugar cherry and look at my cock fucking your wet pussy. Feel your nipples, they ache really fine don't they?"

I was on fire. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. My clit was pulsing and Martin sucked harder. The fingers pulling my nipples were furiously driving me insane with constant unrelenting pressure. I could feel the hard cock deep inside me driving harder every time I moved closer to the lips that were sucking on me.

"This is the sweetest pie I've ever had and I'm a hungry man. We're gonna give you a powerful deep cum and then we gonna let you rest and recuperate while we get ready for the next round. Now rub your pussy hard on my mouth and get ready to feel the fireworks."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I needed a powerful orgasm and wanted it now. Martin grabbed hold of my thighs and buried his face in my wet pussy sucking frantically and Stanley pumped me with his hard cock until he felt me tighten around him and knew I was about to cum, no one, absolutely nothing was going to stop it.

"Suck me harder old man, grab that clit and suck it now."

He did just that. Martin's lips tight, sucking excitedly, feeling me jerk in his face and rain sweet creamy cum all over his tongue. I felt the rush in my thighs and in the pit of my stomach as my body took over. Writhing and squirming I felt Stanley fucking me for all he was worth. Hands holding me tight, fingers twisting my burning nipples, lips clamped down tight on my swollen clit and a hard cock pumping me.

"That's it, suck me hard, fuck me harder."

I was reeling and trying to focus and couldn't. All I knew was that I was in the throes of a powerful orgasm and that's all I cared about. My clit was on fire, my pussy was pulsing and they were taking me over a cliff. I could feel the waves of sensation, the nerves in my body electrified. Over and over the jolts and contractions rocking my body took me to another world until the I fell back against Stanley and had to pull Martin's mouth off me, breathless and spent.

"Please enough, let me breathe."

Martin pulled me up off Stanley and turned me around. 

"Grab hold of the couch and hold on because I'm gonna fuck you good and hard."

I felt his stiff cock plunge and bury deep inside me as Stanley reached out and grabbed my tits.

"Suck those tits, suck them hard, she's got one more cum in her for me and I want it now."

Martin slammed into my pussy and I could feel his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass with each and every powerful deep lunge. Stanley had my tits squeezed tight together and his mouth sucked hard on both nipples, I never wanted him to stop.

"Fuck me and make me cum on that cock old man, fuck me rock-hard and don't stop till you feel me hold you deep and cum hard."

Stanley reached down and started rubbing my clit round and round in a circular motion, it was more than I could stand and I screamed when I felt my pussy clamp down on the driving cock inside. Martin was ramming and bucking, began moaning and announcing his approaching orgasm with vigor.

"Feel that baby, that's dirty old man cum spurting up in that sweet cream pie. Ohhh yeah, that's it, cum on my nasty cock."

With each plunge I felt my pussy grab his cock harder and harder until I exploded and felt my body go ridged and finally fall forward in sheer exhaustion.

"Holy shit, I came so hard I couldn't fuck her anymore and she was so tight I couldn't get out of this pussy if I wanted to. Goddamn this is prime first class pie here and I think we've got the whole night ahead of us. Those are sweet tits aren't they Stan, you sucked them stiff, look at how you got them swelled up big and hard. Baby you have a sweet, sugar sweet cherry, I could suck that pretty thing all night long. You love it don't you sweet Layla, and we're haven't even gotten started. Merry Christmas Stan, Merry Christmas to the whole world. Hell, we must have been awful good boys because old Santa dropped a sweet cream pie right here for us to fuck and suck till we can't move."

I could hear them talking and laughing and had to smile to myself. There was no way I could have known that a simple offer of a ride could have led to this. My body was still on fire and I wanted more. These two dirty old men had no idea what they were in for.