0 comments/ 14433 views/ 1 favorites Christmas Carol By: BigDave1340 Carol was the new face in the office. A hired temp to help out with the Christmas rush that always caught the firm sleeping. Her new boss, Jeremy, was a handsome hunk of 6’2” muscle. He obviously worked out regularly and along with his good looks, made him a prize for any single girl who had the balls to catch him. And that was the problem, women don’t have balls, and Jeremy didn’t like women because of that very reason: he was gay. Carol couldn’t believe it when Jane, Carol’s senior, told her he was off limits. “You can try girl, but he’ll brush you off like Debbie, Sandra and Helen were. They thought they could bed this man, but they were wrong.” “We’ll see,” replied Carol as she pressed a pencil against her luscious red lips. Carol had the perfect figure, 36-24-36, and her strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect teeth complemented her flawless skin. She had worked for a model agency, but work had dried up lately, “Something to do with the downturn in the economy” her agent told her after her last assignment. Carol had never failed to get her man. She had bedded two millionaires, and one of their wives; three rock stars, four film stars and a handful of film producers in attempts to further her career. After every immaculate performance, it was the same old story; “We’ll keep in touch babe, and let you know when something comes up.” She did succeed in a run of successful television commercials and had a minor part in one of the James Bond movies, but that was about it. Her primary source of income was modelling for clothing, swimwear and cosmetics. “Hello girls,” greeted Jeremy as he arrived early. He smiled and placed his briefcase on his desk. Closing the office door behind him, Carol could see him through the plate glass as he sat in his leather chair, and picked up the telephone, calling his secretary into the office for dictation. It was three days to Christmas and the last day at the office before breaking for the festive period. It was also Carol’s last day as a temp there too. That night was the office’s Christmas Office Party. ‘Tonight I’m going to fuck Jeremy,’ Carol thought to herself as she watched his secretary take dictation. Late afternoon, Jeremy and his immediate boss, Clark, called for everyone’s attention. They had several envelopes in hand and began calling individual’s names. The envelopes contained cheques, Christmas bonuses for those whose face fitted in. Jeremy held the last of the envelopes and called, “Carol.” Carol was taken by surprise. She shook hands with Clark, then as she was handed the envelope along with Jeremy’s right hand for a handshake, she leaned forward and kissed Jeremy on his cheek. The office erupted with spontaneous laughter and applause. Even Clark cheered. Jeremy blushed with embarrassment. “Wow, a thousand pounds,” Carol gasped as she opened the envelop. There was also a letter explaining why she had received the bonus. In the last paragraph, it asked if Carol would like a full time job in the office. Carol decided to think it over. Clark announced the end of the working day and that the party was now about to start in the main conference room. The conference room had been decked out with Christmas decorations and a table filled with snacks and drinks. After an hour of chitchatting and general niceties, the party began to liven up as the effects of the alcohol began to kick in. Music played and Carol’s favourite tune played. She decided to take the opportunity to ask Jeremy for a dance. As she took his accepting hand, Carl winked at Jane. Jane had told several of the girls that Carol was going to try it on with Jeremy, so there was an instant audience. They danced for a couple of songs and generally chatted about everything from the weather to where was the best nightclub in town. “I quite like the Roxy,” Jeremy told Carol, “it’s not to rowdy, they have a good DJ and the beers ids good too.” “I’ve never been to the Roxy,” lied Carol. “How about you take me there this evening?” Jeremy didn’t want to go to the Roxy, but Carol insisted. “After all, it is Christmas,” she persevered. Jeremy finally gave in to Carol’s demands. They left the office party shortly afterward. Two other couples joined them and soon they were dancing once again, only now it was in the Roxy. All were now drunk, and mixed with the Christmas Spirit, found themselves flirting with one another. All, that is, except Jeremy. Carol could see that Jeremy was a no hoper, so she decided to go for it. If he wasn’t going to play, then now was the time to find out - it was still early enough to move on. Carol took hold of Jeremy’s arm and escorted him to the dance floor again. She had arranged with the DJ to play something a little slower. The DJ played an old ‘70’s song “Lonely This Christmas” and Carol placed her arms around Jeremy’s neck as they smooched slowly to the music. Her head rested on his strong chest, she could feel the heat from his body through his cotton shirt. She lifted her head, then pulling on the back of his neck, she kissed his lips. Jeremy didn’t resist. He liked this woman, but he didn’t want to make out with her. There was no harm in kissing someone; after all, it was Christmas. Carol let her hands drop to her side, then as they continued their long, slow kiss, she touched his flaccid bulge through his trousers. Jeremy flinched. Carol’s forwardness took him by surprise. He felt his cock stir as he pushed her hand away. “Come on Jeremy, you know you want to fuck me,” she whispered in her ear. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m gay,” Jeremy informed Carol. “I’ve fuck gay men before Jeremy, and they’ve enjoyed it as much as fucking their boyfriends,” she replied. Jeremy didn’t know what to say. His cock had stirred and swollen slightly. He hadn’t had sex in over two weeks since he’d split up with his lover. “Where?” he asked, “Your place or mine?” “Yours,” Carol whispered, “Now!” They jumped into a taxi and thirty minutes later, Carol walked into Jeremy’s apartment. She unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her firm breasts, freed of her bra, were perfectly formed with small nipples that were now hard and erect. Her red g-string panties dropped to the floor moments after her dress. Carol stood in her heals, looking every bit the beautiful model she was. Jeremy turned from pouring drinks and gazed at this beautiful woman stood in front of him. His cock began to grow and he wasn’t sure what his senses were telling him. He had never really felt this way in the presence of a female before. He loved to hold a hard cock, to feel it penetrate deeply into his ass. He wasn’t sure he would like the soft wetness of a vagina. He was a virgin. Carol ambled over to him, taking a glass and sipping the wine. She leaned forward and kissed his lips. Then, she placed the glassed on the table and started to undo his shirt buttons. Soon, his shirt was in a small pile on the floor. His trousers were unzipped and Carol reached inside to feel semi-hardness in her hand. Pulling it free, she knelt and took it into her mouth. Jeremy undid his trouser button and let them fall around his ankles. He felt the hot breath of Carol as she took his cock into her mouth. Then, she pulled off his shorts, letting his balls expose themselves to the coolness of the room. Carol inspected his cock. Jeremy was a hulk, but his cock wasn’t. It was hard now and barely four inched in length. But his balls were the biggest she had ever seen. It took two hands to hold them and this made his cock look even smaller. His size didn’t deter her eagerness to fuck. She stood, kissing him again, allowing him to explore her body. His fingers traced her back, resting briefly on her ass, then, he gently squeezed each cheek. He lead her to his black satin sheeted bed. They both fell onto it. Carol was surprised to find that it was a waterbed. She had never been on a waterbed before. Again, she took his cock in her mouth. She realised that this small member fitted nicely in her mouth and that it was easier to please with her tongue. She moved to allow Jeremy access to her pussy, taking the 69 position. Jeremy looked closely at the vagina, inches away from his face. He explored the folds of skin with his fingers, probing the deep tunnel, feeling the hot wetness and taking in the aroma. He extruded his tongue and tasted Carol’s pussy. It was sweet, something he didn’t expect. He liked it. He buried his face into her pussy, lapping and probing. Carol liked what he was doing, but she knew he was inexperienced at pleasing a woman. She reached down between her legs and exposed her clitoris, lifting the hood. Jeremy placed his tongue on he little hard button and gently run his tongue back and forth. Carol enjoyed this more. She began to cum. Jeremy, not realising it, was making Carol cum. As she climaxed, extra fluid was released into Jeremy’s mouth, which he drank. He like what was happening and wanted more. Carol stood and lowered herself onto his cock. He penetrated her and she could hardly feel him inside. She squirmed on his lap, rubbing her clitoris against his pubic hair, making her cum once again. This was all too much for Jeremy, and for the first time in his 30 years, he ejaculated inside a woman. Carol felt a small throb from Jeremy’s cock and her pussy became wetter and more slippery. She realised he had cum. I the excitement, Jeremy managed to stay hard. Carol’s pussy was now soaked with his semen. It worked its way all over their genitals and the cheeks of her ass. She was becoming frustrated that she couldn’t feel him. There was too much lubrication, she was too big for him and her was too small for her. She raised herself and placed the tip of Jeremy’s cock at the entrance to her ass opening. It slipped in without any discomfort. Now she could feel his cock inside her. Jeremy felt his cock gripped by her ass. He was used to this feeling having fucked several other men. Because his cock was only four inches, it felt extremely comfortable inside Carol’s ass. She fucked him hard, feeling every penetration. This was the best ass-fuck she had ever received. She felt herself cumming again. Jeremy too was close to another orgasm. They came simultaneously. Collapsing on the bed, Carol began to rub her clitoris with her fingers. Occasionally dipping a finger into her wet pussy for lubrication, she masturbated, bringing herself to another orgasm as Jeremy watched. “I’d better go,” announced Carol. “I’m supposed to meet my girlfriends in town,” she lied. Jeremy handed her her clothes as she dressed. She was beautiful and he was now no longer a virgin. He now wanted to fuck a woman and he began to question his sexuality. Christmas came and went. In the New Year, Carol showed up at the office to say farewell to her friends and to tell all to Jane. Carol turned down the offer of full time working; she had been offered a role in a TV soap. Six months later, Carol bumped into Jane in a coffee shop. Jane told how Jeremy had now been through almost every girl in the office. The girls want to see if the story about his size is true and Jeremy thinks he’s so good in bed, all of the women want him. Whatever the excuses, Jeremy was getting his share of heterosexual sex. Christmas Carol I shouldn't have gone, I wouldn't have if I hadn't had a few too many beers. Looking back on it all I should have stayed in the bar in my comfortable seat not far from the heater. It's just that I had some hopes of bringing home some company for the night and when all the women in the bar decided that going out caroling was a fantastic idea all I could do was tag along. "You coming Jack?" several called back to me. "Already? Can't I at least finish my beer?" I hollered back but they kept going. I glanced around and noted all of the remaining drinkers were male, so I took one last gulp of beer, grabbed by coat and headed for the door. By the time I got my jacket on and made it through the door the group was about a block ahead of me. Zipping my jacket up near my neck I walked quickly toward the group, running across the street just as the light changed. By the time they made it to the end of the next block I had caught up. Strangely I noticed that almost the entire group had paired up. Several of them were couples, but I really didn't expect the others to slip into comfortable couples so quickly. I guess the cold made encouraged the cuddling. Suddenly from within the group, the last, unattached woman made her way toward me. I tried not to wince as she made her way toward me. It was Carol, a not entirely ugly woman, but certainly the least attractive of the other women in our group. She was thin, with long, straight hair that always looked like it needed washing. Her eyebrows were thick and could have used a bit of plucking, but at least it wasn't a uni-brow. Her nose was long and slightly turned to one side, not as bad as a boxer's, but something like that. Her lips were thin and when she smiled you could see her teeth were very crooked. Oddly, her body was nice. Her breasts were small, but proportionate with the rest of her and she had a nice tight ass that seemed perfect for squeezing. Perhaps if she pulled her hood up enough to hide her face some, I wouldn't look quite as desperate walking with her. "It's so cold," she whispered, leaning against me some. "Yeah, I didn't think this was a very good idea, I would have been just as happy sipping my beer at the bar and watch carolers on TV." "Oh but where's your Christmas spirit?" "Gone to Miami like all the smart folks," I replied, trying to keep from shuddering as I squeezed a bit closer to her. I eased my arm around her waist, trying to get warm. Well, we hadn't reached any houses, but the group huddled up around a small bar and began singing, "We wish you a Merry Christmas." Unfortunately, it seems none of us remembered all the words, so halfway into the song we all ended up humming. The few bar patrons who peeked out the door groaned that they needed another drink and stumbled back inside. The group of us moved on and as we crossed a long parking lot figured out that everyone knew "Deck the Halls," or at least we decided that with all the Fa-la-las it all really didn't matter. We were all shivering by the time we crossed the parking lot, but we grouped up in front of a house and began singing. Carol and I even joined in this time, swaying back and forth as we sang. A man and woman came to the door and they actually clapped when we finished the song with a disintegrating flurry of fas and las. They did seem relieved as we moved on toward another house. Carol and I followed the group to the next few houses and did our best to sing along, but either it was simply too cold, we were all to drunk or none of us could carry a tune but each new carol we tried to sing was worse than the last. When a family of four disgustedly closed the door midway through the first verse of "Jingle Bells" we all figured we needed to give up. Carol was shivering quite a bit by that time so we split off looking for somewhere we could warm up. We crossed the street to a gas station. It was obviously closed but I hoped the restrooms might be open. Carol and I walked around to the side and although the women's restroom was locked, the men's restroom wasn't so we stepped inside. I turned on the light and although the heat wasn't on, the room had to be twenty or thirty degrees warmer than outside. We cuddled together for a moment until Carol's shivering stilled down a bit. Then, feeling the cold and all the beer I drank earlier I realized I needed to use the urinal. "Do you mind if I..." I nodded toward the urinal. "I don't mind I you don't mind me doing the same," she replied, moving toward the toilet stall. "No, go ahead," I said, carefully unzipping my zipper. I watched the yellow stream splash onto the white porcelain and felt a wonderful relief rush through me. I quickly gave my cock a shake and then heard a musical tinkling coming from the toilet. I hadn't thought about it before but, Carol and I had been pretty close all night and now, well we practically undressed with each other. I let the image of her tight ass run through my mind and immediately felt my cock begin to harden. Instead of slipping it back into my pants, I left it out and moved to the door, quietly locking it. By the time I moved over to the stall and peeked through the small crack between the door and the partition the tinkling had stopped. Carol had just dropped a bit of toilet paper into the toilet and reached down for her pants. I pushed against the partition forcing it out just enough for the door to unlatch. The door slowly opened where I found Carol with her pants at her ankles. Her legs were a bit skinny, but nicely shaved right up to the curly bush of pubic hair. When I looked back at her face I saw her looking up at me with a puzzled look. She asked, "Jack, what are you doing?" as her gaze moved from my face down to my erection and she suddenly gasped. I reached in and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her away from the toilet and through the stall door. With her pants at her ankles she struggled to keep her balance, falling forward, grabbing at me and nearly scratching me. To help her out, I turned her around and clamped my arm around hers to stop her from flailing. She started to scream, but wanting to calm her down, I grabbed her scarf and jammed it in her mouth, keeping her hands from pulling it out. Carol continued to flail, I guess trying to keep from falling over, so I made sure I kept a tight grip as we moved over to the sink. I could hear her breathing hard through her nose and her whimpering quieted as she tried to catch her breath. Moving my grip down her body I bent her over at the waist and felt my cock slide across the smooth skin of her tight ass. Making sure I didn't look at her face in the mirror, I kicked her legs apart and thrust my hips forward. After several pokes I found the spot and pushed hard, feeling her yield a bit. She moaned, so I knew I was in the right place. She was a bit dry still, I guess it was the cold and all, but I just pushed a bit harder a few times and then was able to slide my cock into her. Once inside her wetness helped me and I slid back and forth easily, sliding deep into her before withdrawing. Her pussy was tight and felt so good on my cock that it surprised me. I never figured such an unattractive woman could make my cock feel so good. I would have liked to hold off and make her come, but Carol simply felt too good and in just a few more thrusts I felt the pleasure shoot through me. I arched my back and spurted my cum deep into her pussy, resting my head on her back as I caught my breath. Keeping a firm hold of her, I kept my hips shoved forward until my cock finally slipped out of her pussy. I whispered, "Oh Carol you felt so good, I wish I could have lasted for you." I felt her body suddenly shudder and she tried to pull away from me. I backed up as I released her, reaching down to slip my cock back into my pants. When I looked up I was hit by her fist, just a glancing blow, but it hurt a bit. Grabbing her by the jacket I shoved her away, which made her fall since her pants were still at her ankles. "What the hell Carol, what did you do that for?" Pulling the scarf out of her mouth she screamed, "You raped me!" "I what?" "You raped me you shit." "I didn't rape you. I mean, why would you say that." "You grabbed me and forced me. You held my arms..." "You were falling down, I knew the floor was too cold to fuck on, besides it's all wet." Still on the floor she pulled up her pants and screamed, "Why? Why did you rape me?" "Carol, I didn't, I mean you were here in the restroom..." "To get warm." "You pulled off your pants, and besides, I took pity on you, the Christmas spirit and all." "What?" "I mean look at you. I give you a pity fuck and you get all huffy and call it rape. You are lucky a guy like me even wanted to touch you." "Get out, get out of here," she screamed. "But how will you get home?" "Certainly not with a rapist!" She screamed. "Now settle down Carol, you know it wasn't..." "Get out, get out," she screamed. Shrugging my shoulders I unlocked the door and stepped outside. I walked quickly back to the bar, got into my car and drove directly home, all the while wondering how that crazy bitch decided that I had raped her. Who could possibly think it was anything but a pity... "Oh what the hell," I said to myself, I guess she really thought that I could want someone that looked like that. All I did was be nice to her all night and she comes up crying rape. The next night I want back to the bar but didn't see Carol there. I didn't try and pick up any of the other women there figuring I needed a little time off. Carol never did return to the bar which was just as well since I could find much more attractive company. By the end of the week I took perhaps the best looking woman in the bar home for the night. About a week later I did have a couple of police officers stop in to ask me some questions. All I did was answer as honestly as I could and after explaining what had happened that night, how she came into the bathroom willingly, and how she happily dropped her pants to use the bathroom they only nodded. When I leaned forward and said, "I mean what the hell guys, did you look at her face. It was a pity fuck all the way, I mean no other guy would have anything to do with her." They nodded again knowingly and said they'd let me know if anything further was going to happen. I confirmed to them I had no plans to leave town. That was the last I heard of them and I had pretty well forgotten about it all, at least until the Christmas Carolers came by my house tonight, nearly a year later. After listening to them sing I walked into my kitchen and remembered. Grabbing a beer, I sat down and whispered to myself "Yeah that was one ugly, crazy woman." Christmas Carol in San Diego Ch. 1 All charactors in this story are at least eighteen. It is based on real experience but the names and some events have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty too. * * * * * All characters in this story are at least eighteen. It is based on real experience but the names and some events have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty too. Have you ever had one small time in your life when you did something so exciting, so wild and so awesome that it changed your life forever? Something you could never repeat, nor want to, but that you couldn’t stop repeating in your head for the rest of your life. This is a story about just that type of life changing moment. I listened to the chatter as I sat in the "ship to shore" barge with twenty other sailors as they talked about which bar they were going to hit that night and how hard or easy it was to get which girl or girls in each. I was stationed on a ship anchored in San Diego harbor and this barge was the only way to shore. The sounds of Christmas Carols played in the back ground from someone’s radio. The ship was doing some training in San Diego where we would go out to sea and shoot at islands, drones (Small model planes that cost mega dollars so we were told to miss on purpose,) or ocean. The ocean being what was hit mostly. I mean if you miss a target when your surrounded by ocean that’s pretty much the only option left for impact. We’d go out a day or two and then come back for a week or two. Not real challenging but more fun than having the ship in dry dock. As soon as we got done shooting with our big guns and missiles we would head back to anchor in the harbor and wait until they fixed what ever caused us to miss, They rotated a third of the crew to leave the ship so every one had two, three and one day passes to visit San Diego and it’s California Girls. The girls that worked in the bars usually had one track minds. How to get as much of our money as fast as they could. Some gave a lot in return, some gave nothing. Some gave us too much but back then a shot fixed that. The sailors had one track minds too. How to get as far sexually with the girls while expending the least money. Getting into a girls "panties" after buying a few drinks was usually the cheapest option and most bragged about. Buying a girls time was usually the option most done. The guys bragged about how pretty and sexy and pretty the girl was in that option but usually didn’t admit to any money exchange unless several sailors chipped in together. I had a whole weekend pass and didn’t have to be back until Monday morning. I didn’t have a lot of money but I did have some resources other crew members didn’t. I knew San Diego pretty well having been there several times before. I had been born on Coronado Island in San Diego harbor but that didn’t count as we had not stayed there after my dad got out of the Navy. I had done my boot camp training in San Diego and spent lots of vacations there. I knew places to meet girls besides the bars, Like Balboa park or the world famous San Diego zoo. I was about to find the best place of all but didn’t know that as I headed for shore. I got a place to stay for the weekend and went to some movies the first night. The next day I went to Balboa park and chatted with some girls there. Before they left I got their phone numbers and a maybe for a future date. Things were looking up but nothing really great had happened yet. I was tired and didn’t feel much like going out Saturday night so I got some magazines and book and stayed in for the night. Since it was almost Christmas and I was away from my family I was feeling kind of lonely the next morning. I got up early planning on going to the zoo. I saw lots of pretty girls every time I went there and could usually get a date or two. I got dressed in my uniform. I had some time so I walked in a direction I had never walked in before. After walking several blocks I noticed a huge church. They were just about to start the main Sunday Service and a lot of family’s were pulling in to the huge parking lot. Several people waved to me and a couple even called out hi. I decided to go in and check the place out. I could always leave, I figured, if I didn’t like it. Was I surprised when I walked inside The church was the biggest I’d ever seen. The choir wasn’t up front behind the preacher like I was used to but in a balcony high over the congregation. I got sandwiched between two family’s in a long pew somehow. So much for my idea of leaving if I didn’t like it. I turned out I didn’t have to worry. The minister didn’t give the usual hell fire and brimstone message I was used to. Instead he talked about love. Loving your neighbor and every one else! Hey I could relate to this. I actually enjoyed the whole service. The girl next to me who seemed about my age let me look at her hymnal so I could sing with her. I tried not to sing too off tune or be too obvious I was checking out her beauty, figure and sexy legs more than the hymnal. I was sure glad the fashion then was short skirts!! One time she kinda pulled her skirt up a little bit and winked as she looked over at me. When the service ended people kept coming up to me and saying how they appreciated my service to my country. I was sure glad I had worn my uniform. One young couple asked me if I was coming back the next week and told me what time and building to be at for Sunday School. Quite a few pretty girls my age smiled at me. One cute blue eyed blonde girl especially caught my attention. She and her father came over to me. I assumed the older guy with her was her father and later confirmed that. They shook my hand. She was a real knockout!!! "I’m Carol, Are you going to come to Sunday school next week? I just love sailors." She said winking at me. I was loving how these girls loved to flirt and wink. "Umm, yeah sure, I. Ah, wouldn’t miss it for the world especially if I get a chance to she more of your smile," I said as my eyes focused on what I could see of her cleavage thanks to her low cut tight fitting dress. She could see where my eyes were looking, we both knew I meant I wanted to see more of her tits! "If you come about fifteen minutes early I’ll meet you in the parking lot and take you around so you don’t get lost. My daddy is the head deacon and we have to come early. Usually it’s so boring waiting for the meeting to start but if you’re here we can get to know each other then." She said. Of course I came back the next Sunday. Of course I was fifteen minutes early and met Carol in the parking lot. As we entered the area of our Sunday School class Carol stopped in the hall to talk. We had the hall to ourselves while there were several kids in the main meeting room. "So what so you think of my new dress? Mommy thinks it’s too low cut in front. If I bend over like this guys can see my nipples." She said bending so I could see what she meant. "Wow yeah I can see your nipples alright but I don’t have a problem with that do you?" I asked as we shared some laughter. "Yeah I didn’t think you’d have a problem with getting to see my nipples once in a while, mommy says guys will think I’m a slut, not the innocent virgin I am." "What do you want guys to think you are and what do you want to be?" I asked liking the direction this conversation was going. "Well I like to flirt and sometimes I wish I could be a slut for a night and stay pretty much innocent the rest of the time. The problem in the church every one knows about every one. I’d like to find a guy I could let my hair down with and be a bad girl just once and then go back to being an innocent flirt. " "Well I have a Top Secret Military clearance and haven’t told any of those secrets, I think I could keep secret anything you and I did, that’s if you wanted to do anything." I volunteered. "You just might get your chance. For some reason I feel so slutty around you. Maybe it’s because of all the stories my girlfriends and I have heard about sailors. I’m going to go in the girls room and freshen up. Will you stay right here and wait for me? I might have a surprise for you if you want me to show you how slutty I can be." She said winking again. "I’ll be here innocently waiting for my ultra pretty and slutty Carol!" I said winking back at her as she went a few feet down the hall and into the girls restroom. "God I feel so slutty!" she told me as she walked up to me after a few minutes in the lady’s room. "Why do you feel slutty, you look just as innocent as when you went in?" She looked up and down the hall to be sure we were alone and then took something out of her purse and held her closed fist containing the surprise out to me. I let her put it in my hand. It was her pink panties. "Quick put them in your pocket and don’t let me have them back no matter how much I beg, okay." She whispered as she let me hold her hand as we walked to the class. Carol and I sat towards the back and she whispered to me a lot. Her leg kept pressing against me, her skirt kept inching higher and I could see down the front of her dress. I got a hard on and held a lesson booklet they gave me over it so no one but Carol knew. Carol had seen the movement of my pants and knew what I was doing, "Let me see something" she said loud enough for the two girls near us to hear as she put her hand over and turned a page of the booklet. Some how the back of her hand brushed against my shaft. The first time it was quick and casual the second was longer and she was feeling just how long I was. I looked with a slightly surprised look at her. She looked as me and mouthed the word "Wow!" Suddenly the teacher told us we were going to have a discussion group on the "power of love." "Umm quick give me back my panties," she whispered in my ear. "I’ll go to the bathroom and change into them before the discussion group. Every one forms a big circle for the discussion group, people on the other side of the room might be able to tell I’m not wearing panties." "Nope you can’t have them back. Remember you wanted to be a real slut and told me not to give them back." "OH fuck!" she whispered in my ear. "Your really going to make me do it. I feel so nasty, I’m going to get back at you for this, just you wait and see." She said and I knew she meant it. The discussion group went fine for a while then I noticed a couple of guys opposite us nudging each other. Carol was opening her legs and closing them. At first she did it rather quickly and then left them open longer. Afraid to cause too much attention she kept her legs closed once the guys started nudging each other. The teacher asked every one to say one thing they liked about love. When it came to Carol’s turn to talk she said "I like how love makes things grow!" At that moment we were sharing the booklet with my hand on the left side and hers on the right. She moved her little finger ever so slightly on top of my hard shaft that the booklet was hiding. I knew she meant love as in lust and grow as in my now hard cock. I looked at the clock and noticed it was five minutes until the class was over. Leaning over I whispered to Carol. "You better take you hand off my lap so my cock will go soft before the class ends, I can’t stand with this boner." "Too bad sailor man, remember I told you I’d get back for keeping my panties." I sat with her and her family when the main service started. (The fact that she kept taking my hand and leading me places might have had something to do with it.) I kept a good eye on her hose covered legs when I wasn’t looking at her smiling face. Blonde, blue eyed with a nice figure. In short every sailors dream. I noticed she whispered something to her mom as the service neared it’s end and then her mom whispered something to her father. After some more whispers Carol wrote a note and let me see it. "Would you like to have lunch with us?" the note asked. I looked wide eyed at her and nodded yes. After the service I shook so many hands I lost count. Twenty four girls my age gave me hugs. I noticed Carol shared some hugs with some guys too. Once when she was hugging a blonde haired guy she winked at me over his shoulder. As we got in their car I and Carol got in the back seat. "You have long fingers, do you play a musical instruments she asked holding my hand and "inspecting" it while I kept looking down her low cut blouse to see if I could catch a glimpse of her nipples. Some how when she put my hand down it was on her hose covered thigh not back on my lap. "Umm well I am trying to learn how to play the guitar." I said meekly hoping I would never have to play the only song I had learned. Some how "Puff The Magic Dragon" didn’t seem the type of song to woo a young girls heart. Of course deep down I was getting the idea I already had the inside track to this girls heart and I didn’t even have any idea of what it was she saw in me. I had always been pretty much an average guy, Oh I’d had some hot romances, one night stands, and long term relationships but I’d never had a girl this pretty be this aggressive this fast. "You’ll have to play for me sometime." She said putting her hand on top of mine and sliding my hand up to the edge of her skirt hem. My fingers were between her thighs and I felt the heat coming from between her legs. I also wasn’t sure if she had said the word ‘for’ after the word play but I wasn’t thinking to fast right then. Part of me was worried one of her parents would turn around and see where my hand was. Taking her hand off mine she wiggled her bottom around as she adjusted her skirt. She adjusted it right up until I could see her bare pussy! She leaned toward me as if to whisper something in my ear so I leaned toward her wondering what she was going to say. Instead of saying anything she began licking my ear as she took the hand on her thigh and moved it until my little finger was pressing against her pussy lips. She was wet with hot pussy juices. I could feel the hard nubbin of her clit. Suddenly I noticed her father was looking at us in the rear view mirror. Not only that but she was looking back at him with "fuck me" eyes. He winked at us before he returned his gaze to the traffic in front of us. Then I knew that whatever happened between I and his daughter was with his approval and help. "Well kids were almost home." He warned us so her mother wouldn’t find us doing something naughty as we pulled into the driveway. And we were doing something naughty for sure then. Carol had her eyes closed and head back as my little finger slid up and down her clit. I pulled my hand back licking my little finger and winking at Carol as she adjusted her skirt back down. Looking back at it I know now Carol’s mother had to have known what was happening but she didn’t let on. "I’m going to read the paper while your mother fixes lunch. Carol why don’t you give our guest a tour of the house." Carol’s dad said as we went in the house. "Sure dad." Carol quickly replied taking my hand and leading me down the main hallway. Here’s the guest bathroom." She said leading me into the first room we came to. "Just in case you have to pee." She further embellished as the back of her hand some how slid along the length of my pants covered cock. We stood as she continued sliding her hand up and down my hard and getting harder cock. She was looking at how my cock was getting bigger in a full length mirror in front of us as she felt it too. I was a little nervous since the bathroom door was slightly open. Licking her lips and winking at me she pulled me out of the bathroom into the hallway towards the bedrooms at the end of the hall. "This is my parents bedroom." she said standing outside their room. It had a big canopied bed and lots of dressers with mirrors. I didn’t say anything to Carol but I noticed a small dildo on one of the nightstands, a pair of handcuffs on the other and a tripod with a movie camera on it in the corner. I wondered if Carol’s parents might be a little kinkier than they seemed at first. I had no problem with kinky, after all I liked to do erotic things in public places. I also enjoyed watching a girl or couples push the limits of what they could do in public some time. "And this is my bedroom!" Carol quickly said pulling me through the hall into the center of her room. She shut the door behind us. Carol was ready to get serious, I could tell by the seductive look in her eyes. "I’ll show you my tits if you show me your cock." She said knowing my answer would be yes. I knew she had not locked the door and I heard sounds like some one going in her parents bedroom. I noticed she had a closet on the shared wall between the room as did her parents bedroom. Later I learned there was a sliding door in it so she could go in their closet and hers but right then I was just nervous her mom or dad would see us doing show and tell. With out waiting for my answer she turned around so I could undo the zipper on the back of her dress. Quickly I figured if she wasn’t afraid of her parents catching us, I wasn’t either. As I began to slide her zipper down she showed me a trick of her own. She undid my zipper at the same time I was undoing hers. I undid her bra too as she pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear. She turned around and the front to her dress fell away as she let her skimpy bra fell to the floor. It was one of those bra’s that just had sexy lace on the bottom and sides and didn’t have anything in front. That was why I could see her nipples before I. She had the best set of tits I had ever seen. While they were full and round D’s they didn’t sag at all once the bra was gone. The only reason she would ever need a bra for was to keep her high beam nipples from being noticed by every one, and this bra was no good for that. Just as I was checking her "equipment" she was checking mine too. "Wow you do have a big one!" she said rather loudly as she dropped to her knees in front of me. I knew I was about to get a blow job. "Ummm," she moaned as she slid me into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head as she sucked with her mouth and pumped with her little hand. Looking up at me with "Am I doing this right?" eyes she slid me deeper and deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. God I’d never had a girl give me oral sex as good as Carol was giving me. I didn’t know where she got her experience but I didn’t care. I heard noises in the kitchen, then I heard noise in her parents bedroom and I didn’t care about that either. If Carol’s father had appeared with a shotgun in the bedroom doorway I’d have ignored him as long as Carols mouth, hands, tongue, and throat were working their magic on me, Most girls who had given me oral sex in the past had tried to get me off as fast as they could and few could more than half of me in. I’m a little bigger around than most. But Carol, a little innocent barely 18 girl, was using tricks the pros didn’t know and her parents were just ten or twenty feet from us. Just as I was getting close to getting off she would change the pace and tease me, taking me to the brink and then cooling me off. This went on for at least fifteen minutes. When we heard Carol’s mother call out. Don’t be too long in there, Carol darling, lunch will be ready in a minute." Just then we heard the sound of things falling down in the direction of her closet. "What was that? " I asked while Carol continued as if nothing had happened. She did pick up her pace a little bit. Stopping for a second she pulled her mouth off me. "It’s just daddy getting out his video equipment in their bedroom. He’s probably going to film you and me when we go back out in the main house. He likes to take videos of everything I do. ..And as far as what mommy said I’d rather eat this "Jumbo Hotdog" than anything she’s cooking." Winking she went back to her work even faster then before. This time she was out to get me off fast and she got her wish. Christmas Carol in San Diego Ch. 1 "Oh God, Oh FUCK, Carol I’m gonna cum!" I whispered a little louder than I should have but I wasn’t in control too well right then, Carol took all of it in her mouth. Well not all of it, some escaped the tight seal of her lips. She pumped and sucked and I gave her more cum than I thought possible. As she pulled off me and let my cock drop she looked up at me with cum running from the corners of her mouth and her cheeks puffed out with cum she was holding in her mouth. As she stood up and brought her lips to mine I knew I was going to enjoy this kiss more than the previous one if that was possible. It was a very sloppy kiss and yes I did enjoy more than any previous kiss I’d every ever had. Just as I was wondering if I could stop time and make the kiss last forever her mother tapped gently on the bedroom door. "Come and get it kids, lunch is ready." "Just a minute mom were washing our hands." Carol called out as he pulled me into her bathroom and we did just that. I don’t know to this day how we managed to get dressed and ready for lunch without more kissing and fondling but we did. Carol didn’t reapply her lipstick in her rush and I wondered if her parents would notice. If they did they didn’t say anything. When we came out I noticed her father had his movie camera in the living room playing around with it. We posed for him a little then went to the table to eat some food. I also wondered as we ate if her parents knew that Carol, who was sitting on the other side of the table from me, had her bare foot between my legs and was sliding it up and down the erection she was causing. I didn’t know what more Carol and her parents had in mind as they shared their Christmas season with me but I knew it was to be my best Christmas ever.