0 comments/ 20671 views/ 1 favorites Melons By: DublinBen Ben, had found it hard coming to terms with the fact that his marriage was over and that he was once again single and alone. Julie had been his first real girlfriend. She was a slim pretty redhead with a bubbly personality and a great sense of fun. Their years together had been fun. When they had sex for the first time it was the first time for them both and in all their years together Ben had never wanted anybody else. They had been married for 15 years, when it happened. Ben had been feeling a bit rough in work in the morning and decided to take the afternoon off to recover. When he pulled up outside his house he was surprised to see Julie's car in the driveway. He opened the front door and immediately heard a laugh from upstairs. Assuming she was on the phone he started climbing the stairs hearing as he did, more laughter, then to his horror a male voice coming from their bedroom. Ben froze, listened to the sounds, giggles and gentle moaning. He was tempted to turn and leave but knew he couldn't. He pushed open the door and froze. A younger man, lay on his back on their bed, naked. Julie sat straddling him, his thick cock embedded in her pussy - her light red hairs contrasting with the thick black hairs of her lover. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed as the mans hands squeezed and pinched her small pink breasts. That was nearly eighteen months ago. A long eighteen months of loneliness and heartache for Ben as he rebuilt his life and put Julie in the past. The pain had begun to lessen in recent months and he had started to look after himself again. He had joined a gym and had got back in shape and at 38 years of age he felt he was now quite fit. For the first time recently he had taken an interest in women again. He had even found the courage to ask a friend out. Helen was divorced and reasonably attractive. They had dated four times now but sexual activity had been restricted to a goodnight kiss in his car when he dropped her home. Work kept him busy and this morning he was travelling the long distance to a hotel in the south of the country to attend a detailed training course with some of his staff. The training would go on all day and his company had agreed that they could stay overnight. It was a Friday and he made a mental note to phone Helen later to arrange to see her the following evening. Ben was in charge of a team of 30 staff and he had asked his three team leaders, all female, to attend the course with him. It was a long day and it was nice when the work was over to have a drink before dinner. Ben sat with his three colleagues chatting and relaxing. They seemed different away from the work environment and it struck Ben that he hadn't really socialised with them before. He sat back, as they chatted, observing them. At 32, Gail was the eldest of the three. She was married with two children and had never recovered her figure after the last birth. She wore loose clothes to hide her rather full figure and her long red hair framed a round, but pretty face. Belinda could not be described as pretty. She was 29, single and decidely plain, with mousy brown short hair. She was neither slim, nor plump but with a large pair of breasts straining against her sweater. Susan was the best looking of the three. Her jet black hair was tied up this evening. She was 28 and while by no means stunning she had a figure which Ben had noticed on many occasions, even in the depth of his depression. Her best feature was her very obvious large breasts. However she always struck Ben as being very shy and never seemed to have a boyfriend. The drinks relaxed them all and they chatted through dinner. After dinner they joined some of the others from the course in the function room of the hotel where a band was playing and people were drinking and dancing. The girls mingled and Ben was happy to have one last drink before heading off to bed. He was chatting with Susan when she invited him to dance. They danced to the music and after a couple of songs Belinda joined them and pulled him away to dance with her as another guy asked Susan to dance. The music changed to a slow number and Ben awkwardly held Belinda as they moved and danced closer together. He was very aware of her heavy breasts moving against him as she moved closer and to his surprise felt his cock stirring against her. She was surprised too at first but then moved even closer, her lower body pushing against him. He was embarrassed at his reaction but strangely surprised at hers. The song stopped, and she leant over, whispered to him to follow her out in 5 minutes. He returned to his drink, watched as she got her jacket and bag and said goodnight to the other girls. She winked at him as she left. Something inside him made him follow, shortly afterwards, and he walked through to the hotel lobby. She was waiting in a lift the door open and he walked to join her, looking around to see if he had been seen. The doors closed and they travelled the three floors in silence. At her room he noticed her hand trembling as she turned the key and he followed her inside. The door closed and she threw her bag and jacket on a chair. He walked into the room and she immediately came to him, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. Her kiss was immediately deep, urgent, her body pushing against him, her hands roaming over his back. She pulled him over to sit on the bed, her hands opening his shirt, running over his chest and down over the swelling erection in his pants. Ben reached up, let his hands feel her breasts through her blouse. She reacted straight away, pulling open the buttons and throwing it aside. She wore a large white bra which quickly followed and her plump breasts spilled forward, heavy and sagging. This was new territory for Ben, these large swaying breasts in contrast to the small firm mounds of his ex-wife. He let his hands explore them, as Belinda pulled open his belt and trousers and dived into his shorts to discover his hard cock. She stood up and started to open her own trousers. Ben kicked off his shorts and shoes and socks and sat, naked. Her trousers were kicked away revealing tights over a pair of large white panties. Both were off in a second and Ben gazed at her thick bush of brown curly hair. Belinda was in a hurry however. She lay beside him on the bed and as they kissed again she pulled him over on to her. In his mind Ben compared beautiful slim Julie, with this plain heavy woman beneath him, momentarily. But then his desire took over and he pushed deep into her sodden pussy. Belinda spread her legs wide and moved with him, her hands on his bum, pushing her into him. They moved quickly, urgently, their bodies pounding together. She came first, her thighs squeezing him tight as she writhed and moaned. He kept pumping until he threw back his head and spurted his seed inside her. They lay in silence, surprised at the intensity at what occurred. To his relief she indicated that it might be better if they keep it to themselves. He dressed hurriedly and kissed her before slipping out of the room. Back in his own room, he showered and sat on the bed. It was only eleven o'clock and he felt very awake and energised. He got up and dressed before going back down to the music. He sipped on a cold beer trying to take in what had happened. As he sat, Gail joined him, obviously a bit drunk but looking like she was enjoying herself. They chatted and he bought her a drink. The room was very hot and she was perspiring. She suggested some fresh air, to cool down. It was a warm evening and they walked along the path through the extensive gardens. Away from the building they sat on a bench and relaxed, admiring the stars in the clear sky. Her kiss took him by surprise. One moment they were talking, the next this plump married woman was kissing him, her tongue pushing into her mouth. When he didn't resist, her kiss got more passionate and she took his hand, put it on her full breast, through her top. Before he knew it, they were kissing deeply, his hands squeezing her breasts as his cock sprang to life again. She was whispering to him, telling him to touch her, to feel her, then to his surprise, to fuck her. He suggested going to her room, wanting to see the plump flesh he was feeling through her clothing. She muttered no, that she wanted him now. He glanced around, that stood, led her out of sight of the hotel to a grassy area beyond some trees. His hands moved under her skirt and tugged down her panties before he opened his own pants, letting his erection spring out. He lay back, his cock pointing skyward and watched as she lowered herself until her heavy thighs were on him and his cock slid upwards into her wet vagina. He grabbed her breasts again, then pulled up her top and fumbled to open her bra. He leant forward to meet her tumbling breasts with his mouth, taking one large swollen nipple between his lips. She was moving up and down, her body trembling as his hands squuezed her perspiring breasts. After the exertions with Belinda he was confident he could last so he was able top match her movements with deep thrusts of his own. When she came, she cried out in ecstacy, her pussy contracting around his cock. He kept moving slowly, enjoying watching her pleasure. When she relaxed she moved down until her mouth encircled his stiff cock. He just lay back, staring at the stars as her mouth sucked and licked until he erupted inside it. They dressed, returned upstairs and said goodnight. Ben showered again and lay on his bed, preparing to sleep. He was just about to turn off the light when there was a knock on the door. He opened it, and Susan darted in and into his room. She was carrying a bottle of wine and smiled at him as he stood there wearing only a towel around his waist. Ben couldn't believe his luck and watched as she poured the wine, noticing the outline of her thong through her white trousers and the swell of her fabulous breasts under her blouse. She crossed the room with the wine and kissed him softly on the lips. To his amazement his cock stirred instantly. She noticed it and as she kissed him she tugged the towel away, leaving him exposed. She told him to sit back on the bed. He sipped his wine, watched as she slid off her trousers and then her blouse. When she opened her bra his cock hardened further. Her breasts were magnificent. Not sagging and heavy like his previous lovers but standing out, proud and firm, capped by small erect nipples. Her thong slid off revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair. She slid on to the bed into his arms. They kissed before he bent to let his mouth explore her firm white breasts. As he did, her hand gently stroked his throbbing cock. "Slowly" she whispered, "we have all night". He sighed in agreement, all thoughts of the skinny body of his ex-wife buried between the heavenly full breasts of his lover.............. Melons in the Morning "M...m....Melons..." My stammered exclamation hung there in the laundry room as the young woman and I stared at each other. I could not for the life of me recall her real name. She was, after all, not my son's girlfriend. If anything, she was a hanger-on, an occasional presence drinking beer or occupying a lawn chair while the boys worked on trucks. All the guys just called her "Melons" because of the balloon like breasts she so proudly paraded in front of her. While the embarrassment of her walking out of my son's bedroom in this pre-dawn hour as I stood naked, waiting for the shower, built into that laundry room, to warm swirled around us, I recalled that she had stooped by while I ate dinner last night, asking my son to look at her car. They had vanished for coffee, and I had given her no further thought. Except here she was, stepping out of his room, wearing a not very long T-shirt, and, it seemed, nothing else. Her melons filled the shirt just fine, and I realized, to my further embarrassment, that my cock was swelling in response. "I'm sorry..." we both started at the same instance, which made us both stop and laugh. The laughter made her chest bounce, and I could feel the heavy end of my dangling cock bobbing in rhythm with my guffaw. "I'm sorry..." I resumed, "I had to leave the door open - the cat followed me in. If it thinks it is trapped, it goes crazy." "I woke up, in a strange room - we had a few beers, so I didn't want to be driving home. I heard the water running," she explained, "and it made me need to go pee really bad, so I staggered out here still half asleep." Her hair was a jumbled mess of bedhead, but I barely noticed. My eyes honed in on those firm young tits moving under the T-shirt with each breath. My cock rose like a heat seeking missile locking on target. My hands instinctively dropped to shield my groin, but that probably just made my plight more obvious. I held my breath waiting for this goddess to collapse in laughter at the sight. "In fact, I still need to..." she finished. "Go ahead, there's a bathroom..." I waved my hand across the basement, to where the powder room sat in the opposite corner. "I'll be in the shower, so you can have privacy. Besides, as long as no cat follows, you can always close the door." "But what if it follows?" she asked, for the first time moving, but not toward the bathroom. She was stepping toward the laundry room, toward me, her fingers twirling a look of matted dark reddish hair. As I watched, speechless, I realized that my hand which had been shielding my surging cock ineffectually was now idly stroking my shaft. "Maybe it would just be easier if I stepped into the shower and pee there?" As she spoke, she raised her arms above her head and smoothly lifted her shirt, confirming that she wore no panties, and for the first time fully exposing those ripe melons to my hungry gaze. She was only about three feet from me, angling toward the shower stall. I was so obsessed with her melons that I barely glanced at her pretty little pussy, though I did note that the hair was trimmed, not shaved, and she had very prominent labia. "It's an old hot water tank," I explained, "It only lasts for one shower, and I need to get ready for work." The primitive part of my brain was screaming at the smart part to shut up, because it - the primitive part - was enjoying a nice fantasy of Melons dropping to her knees, brushing my hand aside, and without another word, taking the head of my throbbing cock in her twenty-something mouth, expertly fisting my shaft, swirling her tongue around the ridge. My common sense muttered to that primitive brain that I would probably explode the instant she touched me. Good old primitive brain reasoned "so what?" "Well, then, I guess we better share," Melons giggled startling me back out of the fantasy. I stepped over to the stall, where she was already under the spray, water streaming down her hair, her back, tiny rivers forming over the curve of those melons, parting into two around each nipple. Her head was tossed back, eyes shut. There was room for me in the stall, but other than some warmth, I was not really sharing the shower. Looking down I saw the strong stream of urine flowing from her engorged labia. I stood and watched the pleasure light up her face while I adjusted to my first experience of watching a young woman piss for our mutual enjoyment. My fingers reached across without conscious direction and I felt her spray coating my skin. It just seemed to make sense to lift them to my mouth and taste Melons. Her eyes must not have been fully closed because as I licked her essence, she leaned toward me, grinning. Grabbing my wrist, she tugged my arm back down, shoving my fingers right into her cunt, rotating them until they were coated with a melange of fluids. She then raised my arm upward, but instead of offering it to my lips, she tasted herself off my flesh, moaning deeply, her knees quaking. The electricity ran from her tongue to my fingers all the way through my body and out the tip of my aching cock. The warmth of her palm encircling my shaft, and stroking my erect flesh was at once both a natural extension of the bizarre situation and shocking, because it was the stuff of which middle aged fantasies are made. The fingers of my other hand moved until they were buried in her sodden cunt. I started fingering her, trying to match the same pace as she was using to stroke my cock. Melons spit my fingers out of her lips, but guided them down to her left tit. Using them to twist her nipple. We kept up that pace, my hands mauling her roughly, her hand toying with my erection playfully, her moans muffled by the sound of the water splashing all around us. I leaned closer, nibbling her neck and sucking on her earlobe, the tip of my cock bouncing against her pouchy little belly. Her hand let go of my manhood and grasped my ass, pulling me closer. She rubbed her breasts against my wet chest, my cock trapped between our bodies. I ground my hardness against her from the outside while still fingering her on the inside. I felt her climax building rapidly. Her breathing became deep and ragged, her pussy walls clenching around my fingers, and then she came in a shudder. "Fuck...me..." she gasped, her body almost limp, leaning against me for support. Perhaps the exclamation was just her automatic reaction to her orgasm, but I took it as an invitation. Still. I hesitated momentarily, knowing nothing of her sexual history, nor whether she was protected from pregnancy. Melons might be a mind reader, because she moaned, her lips almost at my ear, "Don't fret, baby, just fuck my ass." Of course, we had no protection handy for that either, but she giggled girlishly again and added, "It's almost virgin." By that point, I was past the point of common sense. My primitive brain reasserted itself. The possibility of tapping that curvaceous young booty was irresistible. Melons turned around, spreading her legs, planting her feet and pressing her hands out against the tiled wall of the shower. Then she curved her back, which presented her ass for my enjoyment. My fingers had never left her labia, so I began to explore her inner thighs while my other hand kneaded her dangling tits. I planted a string of butterfly kisses starting from her hairline all the way down her spine until my mouth reached the triangle where back became backside. As I licked along the edges of her anal cleft, my fingers grasped her sculpted hips. My hands hefted her peach shaped bottom. Then she shifted her legs just a millimeter further apart, and my hands spread those buttocks. The valley that led to her forbidden fruit yielded to the explorations of my tongue. She gasped when I first licked there. "No one has ever tongued me there before." I took it slowly, ignoring the risk that we might run out of hot water. My tongue pressed very gently on her rosebud, not entering her yet, but probing and then pausing relaxing so that she would feel her asshole pulsating, gradually opening. At the same time, I worked a couple of fingers inside her very wet cunt to add to the stimulation. Then I twisted those fingers around her clit while I eased the thumb of my other hand into her asshole, wriggling it to widen the opening. I moved my mouth to her taint, flattened my tongue and licked slowly up laving the valley up to her asshole fully. "Does this feel good?" I asked, leaning my head close behind her ear, and then promptly resuming darting the tip of my tongue in and out of her anus along with those fingers. I started working my thumb in the open mouth of her anus in a bit of a corkscrewing motion. "You have no idea how good it feels," Melons sighed. She pushed back, burying my thumb deeper into her asshole. "Oh...shit... I'm coming again," Melons moaned, reaching around to pull my face awkwardly to hers, kissing my mouth without regard to where it had just been. Her body starting to quake, her pussy contracting around my fingers as her sphincter clutched my thumb. My swollen member rubbed against her anal cleavage until her last spasm subsided. "You're such a dirty girl. But I think you know that.""Yes, a happy dirty girl. Thank you. But you know we aren't done yet, right?" Her ass might have been 'almost virgin' but Melons knew enough to reach over and grab some body wash, which was the handiest lube available. She poured a dollop on the crack of her ass, and caught the top of my cock as I lined it up with her rear entrance. First though, I teased her opening with my fingers probing, and finally entering her, working as much lube inside her as I could. "Are you ready, Melons?""Yes." she giggled, I think because I had never called her directly by that nickname before, excluding my exclamation earlier when we first stumbled across each other. I pushed more lubricant into her partially open asshole, and lathered up my cock with my slippery fingers. "Time for the main event," I warned, the tip of my stiff cock rubbing up against that rosebud. "Just go gentle at first," she begged, " but once you are in all the way, fuck my ass hard, please." She arched her back and pushed back against me. I rubbed my well-lubed cock along the crack of her ass, pressing against her puckered hole, feeling the muscle relax a bit more with each contact. Finally, I pushed my way inside. I felt her stretch as the tip of my cock head pressed past the first barrier to enter her tender asshole. My head eased fully inside, past her outer ring, stopping when her hole had captured my crown. Melons let out a deep breath. "Oh, I loved the feeling of you stretching me so much. Your cock is just the perfect size for ass fucking." "Shh," I replied, kissing her neck below her ear. "Just relax. I know what you need." I moved against her ever so languidly as I felt her asshole opening up to welcome more of my manhood. Although we were moving slowly, I kept pressing deeper, deeper, filling more of her rectum with my length, stretching her with my girth. Each time I pulled back, I slid in a bit further, but I also slid out more on the next stroke, so that the force was building. Other than a quick gasp, Melons never complained. Soon, my groin was planted right against her ass. That seemed to be what she wanted, because she immediately started pressing back hard against me. Her melons were swaying wildly from side to side. The solid pink flesh of her tender young ass rippled, from sticking beyond the water into cold air, excitement or both. I ran my hands along the curves until I felt her flesh warm to my touch, then gave her ass a couple of playful slaps that made her coo in appreciation. Soon we had a solid fucking rhythm established. I reached around her and tugged on her nipples to add to the sensations. "Ohmigawd, no one has ever filled me so full," she groaned as I sawed in and out of her bowel. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of Melon's shapely ass as my scrotum slapped against her curvy ass, causing that young womanly flesh to jiggle like jello, made my balls pull tight to my groin. "I'm close," I gasped, "Should I pull out and pump my seed down the drain, or ..." I paused for breath, picturing as I spoke, "...or anoint your back?" "God, no, don't you dare pull out. I can hardly wait until you gush your great gobs of goo into me - you can, I hope. I've never been with an older guy like you, so I never thought about whether you come buckets like guys my age." I began to fuck her sweet ass harder and faster. The way her sphincter ring tried to close around me on each stroke created the greatest sexual friction I had ever experienced. Melons seemed to be on the brink of another huge orgasm. I vigorously fucked her 'almost virgin' ass with my throbbing cock, racing to finish before the cooling water turned cold. Another orgasm surged within her as I fucked her ass more fiercely. Melon's entire body shook. Her cunt contracted around my fingers, coating them with her nectar. Her asshole squeezed and released my invading weapon as I kept right on fucking, until I finally lost it. My cock was trapped deep within Melon's ass as my cock sputtered and exploded, delivering that thick chunky mass of seed into her passageway. I kept right on fucking her until my last spurt emptied into her. My deflating cock kept twitching and spurting inside her anus as she moaned and groaned through her orgasm. "I've never felt so full of cum," Melons gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Beneath me, her body felt slack. If her hands had not steadied her against the shower stall, she would have collapsed. The water was barely lukewarm already as I slowly withdrew my cock from her yawning asshole. I watched my seed flow out of that orifice, dripping onto her young thighs. Grabbing the soap, I quickly washed us both, our limbs tangling in a post-coital dance. Melons planted a chaste kiss on my cheek as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her plush body, locating her discarded T-shirt. "You better get ready for work, I'm headed back to sleep," she said. "Remember - this never happened, it was all just in your imagination." As the icy water rinsed my body, but not my soul, I wondered whether I had any melons upstairs to eat. Melons Under the Mistletoe "Melons!!!" I had no idea what her real name was -- she had borne her nickname proudly as long as I had known her - turning the torture of playground cruelty towards an early bloomer into a point of pride. Now twentysomething, her firm high round tits dominated her frame. This time when I saw my son's full-figured platonic gal pal, there was no stuttering. Fucking a young woman's ass in your shower grants a certain degree of confidence. I was a bit surprised then, when she did not walk over when I opened my arms in the universal invitation to hug. Sure, being literally old enough to be her father might make that odd most of the year, but this was my son's annual December 23rd bash. As in past years, I was present to chaperone, and to hold everybody's car keys. Those who drank too much could sleep it off and I would let them drive only once I thought them sober enough. Mostly I had stayed upstairs in my lair or man cave, the suite containing my bedroom and sitting room in the converted attic. I had just come down to the kitchen to get more eggnog. My first thought was that Melons, seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. That confused me, because she had been anything but shy that morning she had encountered me on the way to my shower. Then I noticed two things - her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and she was planted directly beneath a sprig of mistletoe somebody had hung in the arch leading to the kitchen. "So, are you gonna kiss me,or what?" she slurred, her lush lips spreading into a wide grin, opening her arms to match mine. Kissing my son's friends was not something I ever did, at least not when anybody might see. Melons and I had certainly made an exception to that rule in my shower a few months ago. Nervously, I glanced around. The kitchen was empty. I could hear party-goers outside, despite the cold, and in the basement, but nobody was nearby. If anybody interrupted, I would blame it all on the mistletoe, saying I had not wanted to bring anybody bad luck this holiday season. "How about kiss you first, and then see if 'or what' happens?" I joked, "since you are under the mistletoe and all." Melons flashed me more of that saucy grin I had enjoyed so much on our prior encounter. At that time, I had assumed it was a one-off occasion, a happy coincidence. This party encounter was a pleasant surprise. I had relieved my hormonal buildups many mornings recalling how ardent this young woman had been that morning in my shower. I felt the mistletoe grazing my hair as my arms slid easily inside hers, slipping along her flanks just above her ample hips. Melons was shorter than me so she had to rise up onto tiptoes to kiss me, her lush lips parting as I craned my neck down so that our mouths met. Her pillowy mouth was instantly familiar against mine. She did not hesitate to push her tongue past my teeth, and she did not yelp when I gave it a quick nibble. She pressed her flesh against me. Her erect nipples were unmistakable against my chest. My hands reflexively dropped to cup her ass, squeezing her buttocks and compressing our flesh into a single tight mass. This was now way beyond a polite mistletoe kiss. If anybody came along, we would have awkward explaining to do, but I was way beyond caring. "Mmmmmm...glad to know you're happy to see me," Melons vamped as she broke for air, her face still inches from mine, her arms crossed behind my neck, her pelvis grinding against my rapidly rising cock. "It's been too long," I said without editing my thoughts. "And it must have been hard too," Melons giggled in response, "because it still is." I loved her girlish giggles. "You know, this party blows," she said, which provoked another round of giggling. My shaft just got stiffer in response, leading to Melons grinding more against me. "And not in the fun sense of blows," she elaborated. "All this kissing under the mistletoe crap just makes me incredibly horny - you know it doesn't take much to make ME horny - but all the guys just want to pound back beer. Aside from feeling up my tits, I haven't had any action, and until you came along I was afraid everybody would either pass out or have whiskey dick before I get laid." Melons pouted dramatically. "It's nice that all the boys love my melons, and that the bitches are jealous, but a girl needs a little fucking now and then." She giggled again. My cock almost burst out of my pants. "And I don't mean tit fucking either. All the boys are so obsessed with my tits that they just want to stick their cock in between them. My poor little pussy doesn't get enough loving." "You have such a sweet cunt," I replied, choosing the vulgar term to see how Melons responded. She giggled. "And here I thought you just liked me for my ass." "Your almost virgin ass." I used the phrase she had employed to describe her anus that morning in the shower. That provoked even more giggles. "A bit less virgin after you got through with it. But not much since," she replied, and then ended with a pout, and a little wiggle of that bodacious booty. My hands followed my eyes, and rubbed her curves. I bit softly into her pendulous lower lip to chastise her. Melons liked that, pressing even more tightly against my body. "And here I thought that was all in my imagination," recalling her parting instructions when last we had fucked. "You have such a great imagination." Melons was grinning under the mistletoe again. I kissed her button nose before speaking. "I never did get to fuck your cunt," I recalled, "not even in my imagination." She did not have to know how often I had imagined just that cunt fucking in the months since. "That darn hot water tank would have sputtered its last," Melons giggled. "Do you want to fuck my cunt?" She bit down hard on the 'want'. Her mouth was still so close to my face that I felt like I was bathing in her words. "More than anything," I replied. The only reply I could imagine in the circumstances. There was a moment of silence just long enough for me to marvel that no drunken party-goer had interrupted our encounter and for Melons to somehow insinuate her palm between our bodies, all the better to stroke my cock through my pants. "Mmmm... that's the meat I remember." She wriggled a bit at the waist, rubbing her tits across my chest, her ass inviting my palms to roam over that ample flesh. I knew what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. "Mmmm... those are the melons I remember." We both giggled then. "It seems like I've been stuck here the whole night," Melons giggled at that point, "Being kissed by first one guy and then another and more than a few of the women. All of them grabbed a handful of my melons." "Even the women?" "I think they were the most curious - but also the most gentle and the roughest - but their roughness was mostly just right, not the awkward pawing of the man boys." Her gaze became unfocused as she thought back to those incidents, her own fingers rubbing her mounds, grazing her nipples. We were still standing close enough under the mistletoe for me to feel her breathing through my body, and her warm breath moist on my jaw. I put a hand behind her neck and pulled her up into another strong open mouthed kiss, my hard cock thrusting against her clothed pussy as my tongue thrust into her cheek. "And the whole time, I was wishing that it was you who came by while I was under the mistletoe. Each guy or gal, when I kissed them, I imagined that it was you. And now, here you are. My perfect Christmas present." In the pause while we made out, in the middle of the vanishing party, I wondered briefly if I was about to have Melons right there under the mistletoe. "Take me to your bedroom," she moaned. Just like on our prior encounter, she knew what she wanted. "I've heard your son joke so much about your "lair" that I can hardly wait to be your captive there." "More like an early Christmas present." "Is Santa going to shove his lump of coal up my chimney?" Melons giggled, grinding one more time against my bulge before she took me by the hand and led me to my own private staircase. My space was dark - I knew the terrain, how to avoid the stereo at the top of the climb, dance past the table with the computer in the sitting room, and head toward the rumpled bed in the middle of the messy bedroom - so I took the lead from that point, silently signifying my surrender to this vixen. There was just enough light filtering in through the half-shut curtains to make out the mass of discarding clothing occupying half the bed. "Not much female company up here, I take it," Melons giggled when she saw it. "Just a few naughty little elves like you," I replied, swatting her ass playfully. That provoked another shower of laughter. Melons stripped swiftly and efficiently, no element of shyness, but just a bit of artful coquettishness in the sequence and timing of the baring of that curvy ample flesh. Nothing I had not seen in my shower, but this was a new and more festive occasion. Glancing at how the frost on the outside of the window split the light into a rainbow, I started stripping my clothes, silently humming a Christmas hymn of thanks. "Hey, you didn't let me unwrap my present..." I mockingly complained. "I left the best part for you..." Melons curled either thumb in the sides of her thong panties. I stepped over and pulled those down, while she shoved my briefs to the floor, allowing my engorged member to emerge at a right angle to my body. "Oh, I think I'm the one having the very Merry Christmas," Melons sighed, dropping to her knees. She brushed her hair behind her ears as she fell to her knees beside my bed. My hands caressed her head, gently pushing her face toward my groin as her fingers rolled my balls in their sack, and then started pumping my shaft. "Don't come in my mouth... I want you to be full when you fuck my cunt." Melons flicked her tongue across the slit in the tip of my cock, her fist pushing the corona of flesh toward her lips. "Pre cum already, I would hate to waste it." "Can I eat you first?" I asked. She had tasted terrific in the shower, but the memory was already fading. Melons swirled her tongue around my mushroom once more, and then rose, falling back smoothly onto the mattress, her melons amazingly firm for such massive mounds, pointing up to the ceiling, not flopping to the sides at all. She had that little pouch of muffin top baby fat, but when she pulled her knees up and out all that I could see was her glorious gash, glimmering with her own excitement. I fell to my knees right beside the bed, pushing myself up onto my calves so that my belly was above the edge of the mattress, and I could lower my mouth to the young pussy in front of me. As I admired that she still trimmed her hair neatly instead of shaving, Melons began kneading her own tits, and then tweaking her nipples. The scent of female arousal enchanted me. My cock was already hard, but the aroma inspired a solid state more rigid than I had felt for years. My cock wanted to fuck Melons right at that moment, but first, I had promised oral sex. "Look what I smuggled up here," Melons opened one hand to show a sprig of mistletoe nestled in her palm. She held it just above her clit until I lowered my head. I started my kissing her inner thighs on either side of her labia, dancing my tongue until it just grazed the moist lips guarding that intimate cavern. My thumb rubbed the opening as I licked, from top to bottom, and then up again, lightly tweaking her sensitive clit with the thumbnail. That made her squeal in delight and raise her ass up off the bed. That opportunity allowed me to slip my other hand underneath her, and slide a pair of fingers to the opening of her anus. I knew from our prior encounter how much ass play excited Melons. The two fingers rotated, in the opposite direction from how I was tonguing her clit. This stimulated her rosebud enough to open, welcoming anal penetration first by one digit, and then two. I used them like a fleshy dildo, fucking her ass while I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. Melons began thrashing wildly on the bed, her hips bumping up and down at the same time as her abs tried to twist her body sideways. Her fingers were busy on her own tits, but I allowed my free hand to roam up her belly and took my pleasure by squeezing one nipple until she groaned in exquisite agony, her loins gushing approval onto my chin. This freed up one of Melons' hands to caress her own clit, applying that precise combination of speed and pressure that only she could know so well. We found a rhythm, my mouth flickering around just below her fingers, occasionally brushing them with a kiss. I turned my head and licked her clit, and she instinctively fucked her cunt in counterpoint to how my fingers were thrusting into her ass. "I've never fucking felt so fucking fullllll...." she screamed out in unmuffled joy, her climax rattling the rafters. "Huh, whazzat?" a more subdued, but obviously startled voice asked from somewhere within my pile of discarded clothes on the other half of the bed. Melons and I both froze, startled, my chin resting on her soaked thigh, her fingers limp at the mouth of her gash. A tousled head of curly blonde hair popped out underneath my old ratty "Saturday" sweatshirt, over by Melons' shoulder. "Can't a girl even find a quiet corner to sleep at this party? I got so fucking tired of drinking to avoid getting trapped under that fucking mistletoe, like that chubby slut Melons..." the girl slurred. Having no clue what her name was - she was not part of my son's usual crowd - I instantly nicknamed her Goldilocks. After all, she was blonde, and had been sleeping in Papa Bear's bed. "Quiet, bitch, I need to get fucked," Melons replied matter-of-factly. For all I knew, discovering a sleeping girl in the bed while having sex was a common occurrence among my son's crowd. "Are you at least 19?" I asked, that being the legal drinking age here. "Sure am. Wanna check my ID?" Goldilocks' giggles were throatier than Melons, but they spoke to my cock just as directly. "I have a better idea," Melons replied, holding the sprig of mistletoe above her right nipple, "you can help him fuck me." Goldilocks took no more coaxing. She shrugged her way out of the pile of clothing. The scent of alcohol wafted off her blotchy skin, which in the moonlight looked like porcelain splattered with pink and rose paint blobs. Her mouth found Melons nipple, teeth tugging as lips enclosed. Slowly she lowered her head until her nose was nestled right against the other girl's flesh, and then Goldilocks relaxed her jaw enough to seriously suckle Melons. I was temporarily paralyzed, lost in watching, until Goldilocks reached across and circled a tiny white fist around my engorged red cock. She gave it one forceful pump, and I thought I heard a sigh escape from her busy mouth. Then, Goldilocks tugged my tool toward Melons. In my mind, I had pictured fucking my son's chum on the bed doggy style, that great rump presented to me eagerly wanting my weapon to conquer her. Goldilocks had other plans, and I realized that I was now just along for the ride. So I resolved to enjoy it. Goldilocks proved very adept at cock wrangling, guiding me to Melons' entrance with no fuss whatsoever, while still nuzzling those teats. I tried to just tease Melons with my tip against her labia but Goldilocks was relentless at driving my meat inside our other lover. My prick slid effortlessly past those wet lips to enter that young but well experienced womb. The heat of my partner's earlier orgasm, reinforced by the attention from Goldilocks, made for a warm enveloping sensation around my meat. "Ohmigawd! You feel so fucking fantastic!" Melons screamed, unmindful of the remnants of my son's party in the rooms below us. "Your cock is so huge, it fills me just right." I thought but did not say that should be Goldilocks' line. "If we aren't careful, I'm going to fill you with more than my meat. We didn't stop for a condom. If I fill you with great gobs of goo, you might get knocked up." Goldilocks chuckled, "Hush, silly man, and just fuck her. You'll not likely have a present like this next Christmas. Besides, I want to eat your seed out of her vessel." With that, Goldilocks grabbed the mistletoe and held it between my body and Melons. She shifted on the bed and somehow managed to manoeuvre her tongue into the narrow space where she could lick my shaft and Melons' clit with gusto, as if to add an exclamation mark to her last command. Melons just moaned long and hard as her pussy pulsed and throbbed around my hardness. I pumped as fast as I could. "Fill me with your spunk," my son's friend begged after a few dozen strokes, my throbbing member fatter than I thought possible as she and Goldilocks both milked it. Melons locked her legs around me and started controlling our fucking action, driving me deep and fast. This forced Goldilocks to quickly duck her head clear, but she just giggled and said, "I might think she's a slut, but she does have great tits." With that, Goldilocks drove her tongue deep into my mouth, and then did the same to Melons. She kept repeating the motion, her fingers playing with Melons' nipples as she worked. This frantic fucking and teasing continued until Melons climaxed, her whole body shaking. Goldilocks picked that second to thrust her finger up my ass to stimulate my prostate, as if she knew that was a surefire way to trigger my explosion. Sure enough, Melons quaking had not even started to subside when my sperm gushed forth, flooding her loins. I held my spot, unable to move anything except of course the single muscle pumping my spew into that womb. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Goldilocks was also frozen in the moment, her bright shiny bloodshot eyes fixed on the spot where two bodies became one. My organ spurted a single final shot of cream into Melons, and then Goldilocks nudged me to roll off. I saw the blonde hold that sprig of mistletoe over Melons' shiny gash. "I think I'm hungry for some cream pie," Goldilocks giggled. Melons just moaned. I thought about asking whether Goldilocks had ever gone down on a girl, or if she was an expert muff-diver, but decided not to risk spoiling the moment. If she was an amateur, I would just hope that her obvious kinky streak would make her a gifted rookie. "Melons with cream are always tasty," I observed, lying back on the bed, my pulsating cock leaking a final trickle of fluids onto my thigh. By the time my words bounced off the bedroom walls, the young blonde was planting a tentative kiss on Melons' labia. "Don't be shy, girl," the brunette instructed, "I'm not dainty. I won't break - melt maybe." Both girls giggled at that mental image, though Goldilocks was muffled by the canyon of Melons' thighs. I felt my balls roiling already and my member starting to regrow in anticipation of the delights about to be displayed a foot away on my bed. My hand began to gently stroke my own cock, but Melons noticed and brushed my fingers aside with her own as Goldilocks bobbed up and down the twentysomething slit I had just anointed with my middle aged semen. Melons played with her tits with her free hand, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers and thumb. "She's playing with my lips," Melons moaned, spreading her knees wider. If she was trying to give me a better view, it did not help, but it seemed to give Goldilocks better access. "Oh, yeah, I like how you work that fucking finger in and out like a hard cock," Melons told her blonde lover. "Put in a second finger, and then a third, she'll really like that," I suggested. "Yes, please," Melons agreed, and a moment later sighed in appreciation. "And now rub my clit gently with your thumb... and keep doing that as you add your tongue. Not too hard - I'm still tender from the fucking." Melons Under the Mistletoe Familiar quiet sounds stirred the silent air in my bedroom. My son's Christmas party could have been a thousand miles away, not just downstairs as I listened to this blonde stranger lapping at the cunt I had just filled with seed. Melons' hips were starting to thump up off the mattress and I knew that Goldilocks must be thrusting her clever little tongue in and out of that gash, teasing that throbbing clit. "Oh, yeah, that's just right," Melons moaned, her body now writhing on the bed. "Come for me," the blonde begged, pausing in her cunt lapping just enough to raise her semen coated chin and speak, but then lowered her mouth back to her joyful task. Melons ground her fragrant wetness up against Goldilocks' face. Her whole body shivered, the first wave of orgasm coursing through her body. Then she screamed. If any party goers were asleep in the basement, she likely roused them. Her knees clamped around the blonde's ears, keeping the girl licking and finger fucking, prolonging the climax that was making her body flop around and rise up right off the bed. Goldilocks was making appreciative noises of her own, clearly enjoying licking up as much of the nectar mixed with my seed as possible. "Merry Christmas," Melons yelled, one last spasm singling the end of her orgasm."The best present of all..." That was the last thing I remembered before I nodded off. I awoke a few hours later, the morning sunshine flooding my room. The rumpled pile of my discarded clothing still cluttered a corner of my bed, spilling over onto the floor. Neither Melons nor Goldilocks were anywhere to be seen. It might all be a dream, except for the tiny crumpled sprig of mistletoe lying on the sheet. I lifted it to my nose and was sure that I detected the sweet scent of a young woman, or two. "This is my best Christmas ever," I smiled, and fell back to sleep until mid-afternoon.