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The Christmas Present

By: Theoden



When I married my wife nine years ago, I married into an extended family. I had no idea how may people this involved, and over the years I have met more relatives than I ever thought possible. While many of these relatives live far enough away to be rare visitors, my nephew and his family moved within a hundred miles of us a few years ago.

Linda, my nephew's wife, and I hit it off poorly to start. We both are very strong willed, and there was a continual battle over whose child was causing more trouble - her daughter or my stepson. And as parents, it was NEVER our child that was to blame. This made for some tense moments during the family holiday gatherings, but we remained cordial to each other most of the time.

Over the years both Linda and I mellowed, and got to be friendlier with each other. Her second child was born just before New Year's Day three years ago, and she had a hard time losing the extra weight she had gained during the pregnancy. She never had a model's figure, but was certainly not obese. I guess you would have described her as full figured, but her face and (new) attitude made her very attractive. I have always had a thing for redheads, and Linda's mane was a beautiful strawberry blonde.

Last August we had a family gathering at my brother's, and Linda and her family were there. Over the course of the week Linda and I got a lot closer than I ever thought we would. It seems that her husband had been carrying on an affair, and even though it was over Linda had a hard time trusting her husband. To make things worse, she had no one at home whom she could talk with about her anger and resentment. I found this out during a long talk we had one night after she stormed out of the house, pissed at the way her husband was acting. I went outside for a cigarette, and found her sitting in her car, crying. We talked for several hours - or should I say she talked and I listened. My heart went out to her, and during the course of the talk I held her close as she poured out her story and her tears.

That night was a turning point for us. I had always been attracted to her, but that night I felt the stirrings of something more. I became aroused by her nearness, and found it difficult to maintain the role of detached listener. By the time she had unburdened herself enough to return to the house, I was having a very difficult time not caressing her in a more intimate way than I had been. The kiss she gave me as a thank you was chaste enough, but it lasted a bit longer than seemed appropriate for relatives.

My wife knows that her nephew can be an ass, and she was very glad that I had been able to talk with Linda. I had promised not to tell anyone about the affair, so I made up a story that the way Kevin had been acting had upset Linda so much, and that I was able to offer a sympathetic ear. My wife didn't press me for details, and I wasn't volunteering anything. I still had some visions of Linda and me dancing through my mind, and the taste of her kiss was still on my lips. All my wife knew was that things were better between Linda and me, and seemed to be better between Linda and her husband.

This Christmas Eve was the day chosen for the family get together at our house. I spent most of the day cooking, while my wife wrapped the presents and cleaned the house. Everyone was supposed to be there for a 6:00 dinner, but Linda and her family arrived around 2:00. There was a lot of hugging and kissing as the family came inside, but because I was in the kitchen I missed the initial greetings. Linda's kids came into the kitchen to say hello, and as I hugged the youngest, Linda walked up. From my couched position I looked up at Linda, and almost didn't recognize her. She had dropped almost 50 pounds since I last saw her, and was dressed to show off her new figure. The skintight jeans hugged her hips and ass, and the spandex leotard showed her trim abdomen and beautiful breasts to their full advantage. The thoughts and feelings from our late night talk came rushing back to me, intensified tenfold. Linda was HOT! 

Trying not to be too obvious, I kept checking out Linda as she helped with the preparations. She looked so good that I was having a hard time concentrating on my cooking, and she seemed to be more anxious to help in the kitchen that she had ever been before. Not having a large kitchen, we kept brushing against each other as we moved around, and my jeans became a lot tighter in the crotch the longer we worked. Linda seemed to be flirting with me a lot more than usual, but I passed that off as wishful thinking.

My wife realized that there were a few things we needed at the store, and she and her nephew took the kids with them so they could visit Santa one last time. Linda volunteered to stay and help me, so we soon had the house to ourselves. We kept working on the food, and soon had everything ready. During this time, Linda started telling me that the talk we had back in August had helped her a lot, and that she gained a lot of self-confidence that night. She decided to work on making herself as strong as she could be, in case her husband started fooling around again, and that led to her working out and losing weight. I commented on how good she looked, not for the first time that day, and she said that she was glad I thought so.

Then Linda came close to me and said, "I never properly thanked you for what you did that night. I want you to know how much you did for me."

With that she leaned in, wrapped her arms around my waist, and kissed me full on the lips. Her arms pulled me close as her tongue caressed my mouth, and in no time our tongues were entwined. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against my chest, and her hips were grinding her crotch into mine so hard I thought I would come right there. I had my hands all over her back and waist, and soon was cupping that tight round ass, pulling her as close as I could.

We broke the kiss, and the lust in our eyes said it all. Linda reached down and caressed my cock through my jeans, and said, "It feels like you want me as much as I want you. What do you think we should do now?"

I wasted no time sliding one hand up her chest to caress one of her prominent nipples while my other hand slipped between her legs. The heat I felt there was enough to let me know that she was ready and willing, and as I stroked her I kissed her deeply again.

Somehow we made it back to the bedroom with most of our clothes intact, and as we fell to the bed I finally got her zipper down and proceeded to skin the jeans off her hips. Linda was doing the same to me, and slid her hand into my boxers about the time my fingers entered her wetness. We moaned into each other's mouths as we began to masturbate each other, and I found the snaps on her leotard easily opened as I caressed her soaking pussy. I pulled away long enough to grab the leotard and begin sliding it over her head, when I saw a sight that almost made me blow my wad. 

Linda was shaved! Except for a thin vertical strip of golden-orange hair on her pud, Linda's pussy was completely bald. The outer lips were distended, and her clit peeked out invitingly. 

"Oh my God, you're beautiful," I moaned as I slid down the bed. "I want to eat you until you come, and then ram my cock into your pussy. I want to fuck you like I have wanted to do since August!"

Linda gasped as my tongue found her clit, and moaned that she had wanted this for a long time, too. "You were so caring and kind. You could have taken advantage of the situation that night, but you didn't. I wasn't sure if it was because you were being kind, or if you really didn't want me, and I had to find out. OH GOD! That feels so fucking GOOD! EAT ME, Mark, EAT ME!"

I stopped feasting long enough to look up at her face as I said; "I have been fantasizing about you ever since that night. I sometimes masturbate to the image of you and me together, but I never thought anything would come of it. And you taste sooo good, I could keep doing this forever."

"We don't have forever," Linda replied. "They will be back soon, and I want to make you come like you never have before!" 

With that Linda sat up and rolled me onto my back. She took my cock in her mouth as she lowered her dripping cunt onto my eager lips. As she licked and sucked my aching rod, I buried my tongue into her hairless snatch, sucking and licking like I hadn't done in years. Just before I passed the point of no return, Linda grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed hard. She swung her leg around until we were facing each other, and presented her firm breasts to my mouth. As I rolled first one nipple, then the other between my lips, she slowly slid down my body until I felt her wetness touch my cock. She moved her hips up and down a few times, and then reached behind her to guide me into her. As she slid down my cock, she put her hands on my chest and raised herself up so that I was buried deeply inside her. I caressed her tits as she started to slowly raise and lower herself on me.

Linda's pace quickened, and I could feel her juices flowing down over my balls as she rode me. I was fast approaching climax, so I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her onto her back. Pulling her feet up to my shoulders, I began to pound into her as hard and deep as I could.

"GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT SPERM! I'M CUMMING SO HARD! CAN YOU FEEL IT? FUCK ME!!"

I could feel her pussy spasm as she cried out, and knew that she was in the throes of a massive orgasm. Her face was so beautiful as she came, and she grabbed my ass to pull me in as deep as she could. It was too much for me, and with a cry I buried myself into her hot cunt and shot load after load of hot cum into her depths. We collapsed into each other's arms, and slowly came back to earth. Our bodies were still joined and neither of us wanted to move as we caressed and kissed, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I finally fell out of her pussy, and we cleaned up and got dressed.

By the time my wife returned, everything appeared normal in the house. Linda and I were finishing up in the kitchen, and the house was soon filled with the other relatives. Opening gifts, eating, catching up on old times; all of the usual holiday activities went on as usual, but the looks that Linda and I exchanged hinted that today was only the beginning of a new holiday tradition.

I can hardly wait for New Year's Eve!

The Christmas Present



"Hey gorgeous, I'm at the airport and on my way home. I should be there in about an hour," I said into my cell phone as I flagged down a cab in front of the main terminal.

There was a soft laugh and then my girlfriend said, "Then look over your left shoulder. I'm on the second plane to the left and on my way to China."

"You're kidding me! I bust my ass to get home and they send you out? I'm not sure whose company is the worse, yours or mine."

"Poor baby," my girlfriend Shellie said. "I'll have to see what I can do to make it up to you when I get back." She paused a second and then added, "Or maybe I can make it up to you even sooner, since I left you a Christmas present at my apartment."

"You know it's always more fun to unwrap our gifts together," I said as I got into the cab.

"That's good since I've already partially unwrapped this present and left it tied to the wingback chair in my bedroom," Shellie whispered. "You remember Casey, don't you?"

"Casey? Redheaded Casey, as in your assistant, Casey?" I said with amazement in my voice. 

"The one and the only," Shellie replied with a laugh and then added, "You do know she's a virgin, right?"

"Uh, no, I didn't know that."

"It's oral only, I'm afraid. That is, unless you wouldn't mind fucking that luscious ass of hers," Shellie said and then made a soft whimpering sound. "Remember the first time you tied me up?"

I chuckled and said, "That is something I will never forget. You naked with nothing but a blindfold on tied to that old wooden chair. I'm not sure who was driving whom crazier. You with your arms tied behind the chair so your breasts stuck out. Your knees wide apart with that beautiful pussy of yours on perfect display. Your ankles tied to the outside of the chair legs." I paused to sigh.

Shellie was silent for a few second and then whimpered softly. "I want to touch myself so bad."

"What would you do if I set up the web cam so you could see what happens to Casey?"

There was a soft moan and then Shellie said, "I won't be in Peking until tomorrow. It's thirteen hours at the very least."

"Then I'll capture it to a file and send it along."

Shellie laughed softly. "You were going to save it to a file anyway. You always do and did even that first time. I still get off watching myself."

"No touching until the file gets to you and you had better start the web cam before you open it so I can watch you as you watch Casey."

Shellie moaned and whispered, "Yes, Master."

"Does Casey have any idea of what is going on and why isn't she with you?" I asked sharply.

"She dyed her red hair with green streaks for Christmas and that wouldn't go over too big in Peking, I'm afraid," Shellie said and then was quiet.

"And?" I asked.

She whimpered softly and I could mentally see her squirming in her seat. "Well.... Uh.... You see.... She...."

"Out with it," I commanded.

Shellie groaned and then whispered, "She found a couple of our home movies on my laptop a while back. Since then, she has been asking all kind of questions about the lifestyle and how things work. I always thought she was a submissive but now I know for sure. She got all excited when I told her she had to be punished for missing this trip and making more work for me."

"Then you should wait until you get back and Top your own sub," I told her.

There was soft whimpering moan on the other end of the call. "I wanted to but I didn't have the time. Plus I was kind of testing her out to see if she really wanted what she thought she wanted. I had her strip and then put her in my dark green corset and laced it up. She got so wet."

"And you got even wetter," I said.

"Yes, Master. Wet enough that I had to change panties before I left for the airport. Tying her to the chair was very exciting for both of us. That was as far as I was going to go and started to untie her. She looked so disappointed and unhappy, so I retied her and told her you would be home soon."

"And what did she say to that?"

Totally out of character, Shellie giggled. "Not much, I had the stick gag in her mouth. Her eyes got big but she didn't shake her head or fight the ropes."

"What if I hadn't come home tonight?" I asked.

"I called your office to see when you would be home. They said you were in the air as we spoke."

"I definitely see a spanking in your near future when you get home," I said softly.

"Yes, Master. If you please, Master," Shellie whispered demurely.

"So, lets see if I have this straight. You've left an untested, unknown sub, naked except for a corset, bound and gagged in a chair in your apartment while you fly to China. And now you expect me to give her what she wants, without so much as talking to her."

"Yes, Master," Shellie, whispered.

"This should be very interesting and could go very well or very bad. Maybe I should just untie her and postpone things until you get back. That way I could start her off by letting her watch you get a spanking."

Shellie whimpered softly and said, "Yes, Master. Please."

I had to take the phone away from my ear as I tried to hold back a chuckle. Shellie came hard from being spanked over my knee and she would come even harder with Casey watching. She had strong exhibitionist tendencies but was afraid to let them out except when we were out of town together, which was seldom.

Putting the phone back to my ear, I said, "We will see how things go when I get to your place. I'll have to play it by ear. Either way, I will call you later."

"Yes, Master, I love you."

I grinned as I replied, "I love you also. So be careful over there."

"I will," Shellie whispered and broke the connection.

I dropped my phone in my coat pocket and tapped on the glass between the front seat and the back. A few seconds later the cabbie asked on the intercom, "Yes, sir?"

"A slight change in plans," I said and gave him the address of Shellie's apartment building.

*****

I went over what I knew of Casey in my mind as I rode the elevator up to the twenty second floor. Petite and slender with small breasts and a nice ass from what I had gathered from Shellie and from what I had seen of her in business suits. She was shy and retiring for the most part, blending in with the background except when she was needed.

She had to be in her mid to late twenties. She was a college graduate in business and stayed on top of things where her work was concerned. I knew little about her other than that. That she was a virgin was interesting but not unheard of in these days. Shellie had mentioned anal, which made me wonder.

I took out my cell phone and called Shellie. She answered on the second ring and I asked, "Which of our movies did she watch and did she just watch and nothing else."

"She watched the one of my first time and she was masturbating as she did," Shellie whispered. "I caught her in the middle of things and that pushed her over the edge into a monster of an orgasm."

"What do you know about her and anal, since you mentioned my fucking her ass."

Shellie whimpered softly. She loved a dick up her ass after a spanking while her ass was all hot and red. "She had a finger fucking her ass while she rubbed her clit like mad and she jammed the finger deeper when she came," Shellie reported.

"I'm in the elevator and I should be at your apartment in a few minutes," I told her. "I'll call you later."

"I'm so horny," Shellie whispered.

"It serves you right for making this mess and not being around to fix it," I said and then added, "Anticipation makes all things better. Just think how hard you will come on cam for me when you get to the hotel."

Shellie groaned with a mixed note of frustration and anticipation in her voice. I closed the call with a smile on my face as I pictured her squirming in her seat. I wondered who was sitting next to her and if they had heard any of the conversation. That also would keep Shellie on a razor edge.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. I rolled my suitcase out and headed down the hall toward Shellie's apartment. The hard-on in the front of my pants showed I was anticipating things to come myself.

*****

I walked across the living room and down the hall with slow measured steps. As I passed Shellie's bedroom I glanced to my left, took two more steps, and stopped. Casey was magnificent the way she was tied to that old wingback chair. I straightened my suitcase and stood it up before I removed my laptop.

Taking two steps back, I stopped centered in the bedroom door, my eyes exploring Casey's lush little body with leisure. Her hands were tied high over the back of the chair which lifted her small cones shaped breasts even more than the corset and thrust them forward. Her knees were over each arm of the chair, her ankles tied to the back and the front leg. Shellie had done a masterful job.

Casey shiver as I looked at her breasts and then try to close her knees as my eyes centered on her sex and the little puff of fine carrot red hair on her mound. I licked my lips and asked, "Now what do we have here? A snack after a long flight or maybe a Christmas present from Shellie."

Casey's eyes got big and she squirmed in the chair, not pulling at the ropes as much as moving from uncertainty and anxiety. I smiled as I moved to Shellie's makeup table and placed my laptop on it. I spent several minutes getting it set up and recording. 

When I turned around and walked back over to the door, Casey's eyes were flicking back and forth between the laptop and me. "Yes, it is on and yes, you are being recorded in all your glory. And yes, I will send it to Shellie as soon as she lands in China."

Casey made a soft muffled whimpering moaning sound and squirmed even more than before. "Do you like that idea?" I asked.

She looked at me for a moment and then shook her head slightly and then nodded quickly. 

"Nod your head for yes, shake your head for no, and shrug your shoulders if you don't know. Nodding your head and then shaking it means yes and no." I told her. She nodded and then shook her head. 

"You watched the movie of her first time tied up, why shouldn't she see yours. Maybe she will masturbate to it like you did hers." Casey's eyes got big at my last statement.

"Ok, you think about it while I go change clothes and mix myself a drink. Then we will see what we have here."

She made the whimpering moaning sound again as I walked out the door.

*****

I returned to the bedroom wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I had a glass with three fingers of bourbon over ice in one hand and a glass of water with a straw in the other. I sipped my bourbon as I let my eyes wander over her exposed body again. She did not shiver or squirm, her eyes were on the glass of water.

I sat my drink down and walked over to stand in front of her. I held the glass out in front of her as though she should take it from me. She looked up at me and then back down at the glass of water. 

"Power and control, that is the name of this game," I said softly. "I have the power and control, you have none. I am the master and you are the submissive." I paused a second and asked, "Are you a submissive? Shellie said she explained the term."

Casey shrugged her shoulders a few seconds later. "I think you are and Shellie said she knew you were, so the only one who doesn't know is you. In any case, I don't know of many dominate types that would allow someone to strip them naked, put them in a corset, and then allow themselves to be tied up like you are."

Casey's eyes kept going to the water. "Yes, I know, you're thirsty but there are a few rules you must learn first. I am to be called Master or Sir; Shellie is to be called Mistress, if she decides she wants to Top. You remain silent unless asked a direct question or you feel the need to use your safe word." I paused a moment and asked, "Do you have a safe word?"

Casey shook her head and I sighed deeply. "That's two spankings Shellie has coming. The first for leaving you here alone and the second for not giving you a safe word."

I sat the glass of water on the side table and reached forward with both hands to remove the dog bone shaped gag. "Hold you head in place while I remove this." I told her. She pulled her head back and the gag came free enough for me to slip it down around her neck. 

Casey worked her mouth for a moment as I noted the thin lines of drool at each corner of her mouth running down on each side of her chin. "Shellie choose an interesting gag for your first time. Normally a ball gag is better on first timers, it doesn't strain the jaw as much."

When Casey licked her lips, I retrieved the water and stuck the straw in her mouth. Her eyes were on mine as she sucked the water down. After the third long pull, I took the straw away from her. "Too much water and you will have to pee. Peeing in the position you are in is tricky and very messy."

"I.... Uh.... I...." She stammered for a moment and then leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "I think I've made a big mistake."

"The only mistakes were made by Shellie and she will be punished for both of them." I paused a moment and looked at Casey. If she was having doubts then.... "Ok, I'm calling a time out."

Casey opened her eyes and looked at me as a grin slowly spread across her lips. "I've heard of standing in a corner or sitting in a corner for a time out but this position leaves something to be desired."

"Left to yourself you can't get in any trouble like you are, as you found out when Shellie left," I reminded her.

She shivered and then whimpered softly. "When she was tying my feet, her head was only a few inches from my sex several times. I've never been with another woman but...." She left the sentence hanging as she whimpered softly.

I went and got the chair from the vanity table and sat down in it in front of Casey but over enough so I did not block the camera. I let my eyes wander over her lovely body openly. After a minute or so, she squirmed and whimpered. 

"Do you like to be looked at?" I asked.

"I.... Uh.... I...." She stammered and then she nodded her head. "I like the way you look at me and the way Shellie looked at me. Both make me wet and horny. I feel so helpless the way I'm sitting and I can't cover up. Normally, I don't like to be looked at even when I have my clothes on. I've always been shy."

"It is the same reason why Shellie being so close to your pussy made you want her to lick you. You were not in control and could not stop her if she did. Giving up control means you can do things and have things done to you without the normal guilt associated with those things. All you have to worry about is enjoying what you do and what is done to you."

Casey squirmed and flexed her hips. "I.... Uh.... I...." She stammered and then moaned softly as her hips flexed even harder. 

"Are you on the edge of an orgasm?" I asked sharply. Casey moaned loudly and nodded hard and fast. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along her inner thigh. Halfway to her pussy, she gave a soft yell and bucked her hips up hard several times. I could see the opening to her vagina opening and closing as a few drops of lubricant rolled down into the crack of her ass.

I chuckled and sat back in my chair. "Your first orgasm tied to a chair," I whispered. "When you get your breath back, tell me how it was to come with no one touching your pussy."

Casey groaned and flexed her hips hard several times. "Is that a second or is the first one still going on?"

"I.... I.... I can't.... stop," she said loudly as her hips continued to flex and jerk.

A smile was on my face as I sat there watching her. It was several minutes before her hips stopped moving. "I take it you have never come that hard or long before," I said as Casey got her breathing under control somewhat.

"Never. Nothing like that, before," she said and groaned softly.

"The brain is the biggest sex organ in the body and if you feed it little tidbits like I was doing to you then wonderful things can happen." I told her.

"You sure hit the right buttons," she whispered a moment later.

"That's my job as the dominant one or at least one of them. Normally, I would have told you to hold it back for as long as possible but in this case, letting it go was best for you. I have to know you and your limits as deeply as you know them and sometimes I have to know even more than you do."

"Hold it back?" Casey asked.

"If you hold it back, it builds in strength and intensity. If you can get to the point where you are right on the ragged edge and can stay there, some say it is even better than having an orgasm."

Casey moaned and flexed her hips. "If that orgasm had been anymore intense, I would have exploded."

I chuckled and stood up. "Little One, you haven't felt anything yet."

Casey's eyes were on mine and then they grew wide as they dropped down to the tent in the front of my shorts. "I.... I.... I...." She stammered.

"That is something you need to stop. You can say anything to me or Shellie that you can think of. Is that understood?"

She nodded and then whispered, "I was going to remind you I am a virgin."

"I know you are a virgin and that you want to stay that way but that doesn't mean I can't stick my dick down your throat or up that beautiful virgin ass of yours."

Casey's eyes got wide and her mouth worked but nothing came out. I grinned and said, "I take it those ideas hadn't crossed your mind yet."

Casey shook her head quickly and whispered, "No, they hadn't and the fact that I can't do anything to prevent either just hit me."

"Do you remember that red butt plug I put up Shellie's marvelous ass her first time tied to a chair?"

Casey nodded sharply and then moaned long and loud. 

"Are you coming again?" I asked sharply.

She shook her head. "Not yet but it's getting close. That's the part Shellie caught me watching."

"You mean, she caught you masturbating to that part," I corrected.

Casey moaned and flexed her hips. When I gave her a light slap on the inside of her left thigh, her hips flexed even harder. A slightly harder slap to the inside of her right thigh had her hips jerking and bucking as she gave a soft yell and pulled her butt off the towel she was sitting on, with her arms.

"How long has it been since you've had sex with someone else?" I asked a few moments later. Casey yelled again and then went limp.

"I think you've had too much of a good thing," I whispered as I set about untying the unconscious woman in the chair.

*****

I carried Casey over to Shellie's bed and laid her down on her stomach. Her breathing was still a little fast, as was her heart rate. I went over to the vanity and opened the lower left hand drawer. I took out a set of padded handcuffs and a small black butt plug. I moved the laptop so the camera now covered the bed.

The cuffs went on Casey's wrists with them behind her. The small butt plug was in my mouth. Casey moaned as I slipped my left arm under her hips and lifted her ass up in the air. Her anus was a dark shade of pink. Not a good sign for anal play in my experience. The darker brown the better, is what I had found over the years, although there are exceptions to every rule.

Shellie had said Casey was fingering her ass so now was the time to test the waters, so to speak. The butt plug was slick with my spit as I pressed it to her asshole. It slipped in half way with ease and then moved slowly a little more. Casey whimpered loudly and flexed her hips. The butt plug went home suddenly. 

Casey kept flexing her hips slowly as I lowered her back to the bed. I checked her breathing and heart rate, they were almost normal. I pulled the comforter up over her, got my drink, switched off the camera in the laptop, and went to the living room.

*****

I was dozing in the recliner when Casey came in the room. I woke up to her loudly asking, "What the hell did you stick up my ass and why won't it come out?"




The Christmas Present



It took me a moment to focus and then I grinned. "It's a butt plug similar to the one I put in Shellie's ass and your ass doesn't want to let go of it, would be my guess on the second part of your question."

I sat up in the chair as she asked sharply, "Why are my hands tied behind my back?"

She made a squawking sound as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down across my lap. My left arm held her upper body as my right hand landed solidly on her naked upturned ass. The spanking was short with moderate pressure and a cupped hand. It was more sound than fury but her ass was warm and very red by the time I stopped.

She was crying softly but her ass flexed and jerked as I rubbed the heat into her firmly. "I am the Master and you don't ever use that tone of voice with me. Is that understood?"

Casey nodded slowly, her crying down to a soft whimper as I rubbed her ass. When I tapped the base of the butt plug her ass jerked and she moaned. "The time out is over, so from now on it is Yes, Master or No, Master and all requests are to be made with a Please or Sir at the beginning or the end. Do you understand that?"

Casey nodded and my hand landed solidly on her ass. She gave a sharp yell and quickly said, "Yes, Master!"

"That is much better," I replied as I went back to rubbing her ass lightly. 

She shivered and pushed her ass up to make firmer contact with my hand. "I've.... I've never been spanked before," she whispered.

"Can you feel the heat and how wet your pussy is?" I asked softly.

"Yes...." She said with a hissing sound in her voice and then she quickly added, "Yes, Master." 

I turned my hand and pushed it between her upper thighs to cup her sex. She whimpered loudly as her legs opened wider. Her outer lips were slippery and my middle finger slipped between them easily. "You are very wet," I said as I ran my finger up and down her slit.

Casey's hips flexed as I moved my finger and then jerked as I touched her clit. She took in a sharp breath and then moaned as I continued to roll her clit around. A few moments later, her hips jerked again and I took my hand out from between her legs. She made a whimpering moaning sound of frustration, when I did.

I chuckled and patted her ass firmly. "You are a very greedy girl," I told her. "Two huge orgasms with no one touching your pussy and now you want one with me touching you." I paused to tap the butt plug again. "Your hands are behind your back to keep them out of your pussy."

She moaned loudly when I tapped the butt plug. "Hold onto your orgasm and keep it in," I told her as I tapped the butt plug again.

Her moan was softer but her ass flexed slightly. I tapped the plug again and remembered the laptop. Shellie would be mad if she missed too much. "Ok, off my lap while I go get the laptop. Shellie will want to see what is going on," I reminded her.

Casey shivered as she raised her upper body and sat back on her heels. I stood up and turned so the tent in my shorts was right in front of her. I rubbed the soft material with my hard dick under it against her face. She whimpered softly but held still as I did.

"What would happen if these were Shellie's panties, if she had any on, that is?" I asked her softly.

She moaned loudly and shivered hard, "I would probably come my brains out," she whispered and then glanced up at my face as she added, "Master."

"You're going to have to do better than that, unless you really want another spanking," I said as I stopped rubbing her face and stepped back. 

Casey looked at the floor and whispered, "Yes, Master."

I grinned. She was a submissive all right. "Is that yes for doing better or for another spanking?" 

"For doing better, Master." She replied quickly.

"So, you don't like my spankings. Is that what you are saying?" I asked sharply.

"I.... Uh.... I...." Casey stammered as she tried to figure out the best way to answer and not get another spanking. Finally, she said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for another spanking yet, Master."

I chuckled at her tact and honesty. "Stay where you are. I will be right back." I went to get the laptop.

Returning, I set it up on a small table and turned on the camera. Once it was recording, I walked over to Casey and said, "Shellie is going to be annoyed when she finds out she missed your first spanking."

Casey glanced at the laptop and then up at me for a second before she looked back down. Smiling I said, "Walk on your knees over to the coffee table and lay down across it."

Without a word, Casey did as she was told. Once she was draped across the table, I walked over and turned the laptop camera her way. "This should give Shellie an idea of how red your ass is and how wet your little pussy got. Not to mention how pretty your ass looks with a butt plug shoved up it."

Casey shivered and then whimpered softly.

"Spread your knees farther apart, let her get a good look at your sex," I said and grinned as she moved her knees a few inches out in either direction. 

I stepped forward and slapped her ass hard. She jumped and then spread her knees even wider. "Much better," I told her as I rubbed the handprint on her right ass cheek.

When I bumped the butt plug, Casey flexed her hips. I put two fingers on the end of it and rocked it up and down. She whimpered and flexed her hips. She had a very sensitive asshole it seemed. "Does that feel good?" I asked as I continued to move the plug around.

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"How do you think it would feel if I fucked your ass with it?"

"Master, I don't know. It would probably feel good if it didn't hurt."

I went to the bedroom and returned a minute later with a bottle of lube and a long tapered dildo that had balls along its length that got bigger from the tip up. "Did it hurt when I put it in?" I asked.

"I don't remember, Master," she said softly.

"Then I will have to take it out, apply some lube to it, and see if it hurts going back in," I said as I laid the long dildo down on the coffee table so she could see it. 

Casey whimpered as she saw the long dildo and then she moaned loudly as I tapped on the butt plug sharply. She moaned even louder as I pulled it slowly out of her ass. I squirted lube on it and slowly pushed it back in. She groaned loudly and flexed her hips when it was fully seated.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, Master, it felt good."

I pulled it out again and then pushed it back in. Her hips flexed as it locked into place. I slowly fucked her ass with the butt plug until her hips quivered. Then I asked, "So you do like having your ass fucked with the butt plug?"

"Oh yes, Master. It feels even better than my finger ever felt."

"In that case, are you ready to try something else?"

Her eyes had been closed until I asked that question. They popped open and grew wide as she looked at the long dildo. She chewed her lip a second and then nodded her head and just as quickly shook it.

I chuckled and slowly pulled the butt plug from her asshole. I laid it next to the dildo and let her look at both. A minute later she groaned and whispered, "Yes, Master."

"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" I said as I picked up the dildo and applied the lube to it.

Her ass flexed in anticipation, as she said, "No, Sir."

I let her wait a moment or two and then pressed the first ball against her asshole. She jerked as it entered easily, as did the second. The third ball was slightly larger than the butt plug and slowly slipped inside as I held a light pressure on it. Casey groaned and wiggled her ass hard. The fourth ball disappeared before I could stop it.

Her ass was flexing up and down and she lifted her arms up and down several times, as her ass moved. "I take it you like this even better than the butt plug."

"I.... I feel.... Feel so full... and tingly," she whispered as her hips kept moving. She had forgotten all about Master with the dildo up her ass. 

I pulled the dildo out of her ass slowly and laid it on the table. She whimpered and moaned as I did and then her ass moved up and down and around in a circle as if it was hunting for the dildo. "It's on the table," I said.

Her eyes jerked open and she said, "But... but," as she saw the dildo lying next to the butt plug again.

I slapped her hard on one ass cheek and then the other. "What did you forget?" I asked her and swatted her ass twice more.

She flexed her hips hard and almost yelled, "Master!"

"Thank you," I said and rubbed the handprints on her ass cheeks. Her hips moved slowly up and down as I did.

I reached over and picked up the dildo, swapped hands with it, rubbed her ass with my left hand, as I pressed the small ball against her asshole. It went in slowly to the third ball and I held it there letting the fourth ball ride against the tight ring of muscles as her ass flex up and down. 

When she gave a little moan of frustration, I pushed the fourth ball home and started to fuck her ass with the third and fourth ball. She shivered and flexed her hips faster. I slapped one ass cheek and then the other. "Be still and let me do the work."

She moaned loudly and answered, "Yes, Master," as her hips stopped moving. "I'll try to be still but...." The rest of the sentence was lost to a long drawn out moaning groan as she started to come and come hard. Her ass was jumping and jerking.

I continued to fuck her ass and at one point pushed the fifth and last ball up her ass. She had almost stopped jerking but when that last ball entered her, she started all over again. I let go of the dildo, sat back on my heels, and watched her ass jerk and buck.

At one point, I turned to the camera and grinned. "She reminds me of someone else we both know," I said.

A few minutes later, Casey was down to an occasional twitch and whimper. When I reached over and patted the end of the dildo, she gave a jerk and groaned. "It's still in there," she whispered in disbelief a few seconds later and flexed her hips rapidly up and down.

"It's all in there," I said and then patted the handle of the dildo again.

She groaned again and wiggled her ass. A moment later, she giggled uncharacteristically and whispered, "I can't believe I ate the whole thing."

"Horns, hooves, tail and all," I said with a grin.

Casey giggled again and then sighed deeply. "Master, can I just sleep here? I don't think I have the energy to move anywhere else."

"How about supper?" I asked.

She giggled again and whispered, "I'm too full to even think about food, Master. My mind is too focused on my ass at the moment."

I went to the bedroom and found the keys to the handcuffs. When I took them off her wrists, the first thing she did was to reach down and feel the end of the dildo. She used a fingertip to trace the point here the handle stretched her anus.

Looking over her shoulder at me, she asked, "Master, what is keeping it in?"

"The muscles are in a ring at the opening. The largest ball is inside that ring and there is not enough force to snap it back past that point," I explained.

She felt of the taught skin again and slowly came up on her knees. She slowly worked her hips from side to side and then back and forth. She whimpered softly several times and then asked, "Will it fall out?"

"As tight as your ass is, I doubt it. Go ahead and stand up slowly but remember it is back there and don't sit down or it might get a little hard to retrieve," I told her with a grin.

She shivered. "It's a little hard to forget, believe me," she said and used the coffee table for support as she slowly stood up. Her ass was pointed directly at the camera, so I knew Shellie would get a great view of it, as she had all of the events earlier.

Standing, Casey wiggled her hips and then rotated them. She took a deep breath and turned around slowly. "Not too bad," she whispered and then she took a short step. The second step was longer and she shivered. She bent slightly forward and slowly walked around the room.

She was quivering by the time she stopped. "I.... I think.... I could come just walking around," she said breathily.

I took a few steps back and said, "Straighten up and walk to me as you normally would."

She straightened up and took a deep breath. She took the four steps with her normal stride and speed. Her eyes got wide and her mouth opened. I held onto her arms as she tottered back and forth. "Oh! Oh, my...." She whispered softly.

"Wait until you try it with high heels on. It changes the angle completely and from what Shellie says, it's mind blowing."

Casey groaned and whispered, "I can hardly wait."

I laughed and replied, "Ok. As for now, just relax and let your body get used to the idea of something up your ass and moving as you do. Remember to sit on the side of your ass and not flat down on it."

"Yes, Master," she whispered as she straightened up again.

"The scene is over," I told her and then added, "I will need to get you a collar if you come back for seconds. Putting it on starts the scene and taking it off ends things."

"A collar? You mean like the choker Shellie wears now but didn't a year ago?"

"Yes, something like that," I replied. "She wears hers all the time as an honor to me and to tell others in the lifestyle who and what she is."

Casey looked at me hard for a moment and then smiled as she came up on her toes and brushed her lips gently against mine. When she dropped down off her toes she gasped and flexed her hips. She chuckled and shook her head. "That was a jolt."

"Do you want me to remove it?"

She laughed and shook her head. "I feel like I'd fly around the room backwards, if you did, at the moment."

I walked over, turned the camera off, and then shut down the laptop. Looking over my shoulder at Casey, I asked, "Are you staying here or going home?"

"I hadn't thought about it, I've been a little tied up," she said with a grin.

"If you take off with Shellie's favorite toy still stuck up your ass, she is not going to be happy."

Casey looked at me and tilted her head to the side. "Mad enough to give me a licking, I mean, spanking?" she asked softly.

I laughed and nodded my head. "Something like that."

She walked around the coffee table and lay down on the couch on her stomach. She wiggled and then pulled a throw pillow down and stuffed it under her hips. Her ass was now angled up and elevated enough so the handle of the dildo showed barely above her ass cheeks. 

She crossed her arms under her head and asked, "Are you going to turn the camera back on when you remove the toy?"

Her eyes jumped to the tent in the front of my shorts. "Are you going to fuck my ass when you do?"

"Do you think I should?"

She stifled a soft moan and nodded slowly. A moment later, she pushed her hands over toward the end of the couch and closed her legs tightly with her toes pointed at the opposite end of the couch.

I grinned and said, "You want to be tied down with your legs together when I do."

She nodded and then flexed her hips. "That's my biggest fantasy," she whispered as her hips moved harder and faster.

"Hold it in," I told her. "Let it build and build."

She groaned and froze, holding her hips still except for a quivering at the backs of her thighs. Slowly she relaxed and then sighed.

"Good girl," I said with a smile.

She opened her eyes and gave me a shy smile back.

I sat in the reclining chair and watched Casey on the couch as I finished my watered down drink from earlier. It was not long before she dozed off and I wasn't far behind her.

*****

My phone buzzing woke me up. I picked it up off the table next to me and said, "Hello?"

"I've had two meals, three drinks, and a nap and I'm still four hours from China," Shellie said softly.

"And you are about to go crazy with curiosity."

"That also," Shellie whispered and then added, "I need to change my panties again worse than I did before I left."

"Go to the restroom, take off your panties, hang them on the hook on the door, wash yourself and then return to your seat and call me back," I said in a soft but commanding voice.

"But... but...." Shellie started to protest.

"Speaking of butts, you already have two spankings coming and now it could be three. Casey has already had one and a few disciplinary swats. Right now, she is asleep on the couch on her stomach, with a pillow under her hips and your favorite anal toy stuff up her beautiful ass," I said and then waited.

Shellie whimpered softly and then groaned as I spoke. When I finished there was silence, and then she whispered, "I'll call you back, my panties are now an even bigger mess and my neighbor is looking at me funny." The line went dead.

Casey stirred on the couch and opened one eye. Seeing me looking at her with my phone in my hand, she smiled and asked, "Is that Shellie?"

"It was but she had to hang up and go take her panties off."

Casey looked confused and shook her head. "Huh?"

"Time, anticipation, and a good imagination had her panties as wet as they were before she left here. A few details and I think she came sitting in her seat on the airplane," I explained.

Casey laughed and shook her head. "Miss Prim and Proper came in public. I would have loved to be a fly on that wall."

"It's not the first time, nor will it be the last," I said with a grin. 

Casey looked thoughtful for a moment and then laughed again. "That explains a lot, believe me."

My phone buzzed and ended whatever else Case was going to say. "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"I'm back sans panties, a little cleaner, a lot cooler, and still horny as hell," Shellie whispered on the other end of the line.

"Shellie sends her regards," I said to Casey.

"Hey, Shellie," Casey called out.

Shellie groaned on the far end of the line and asked, "Is she still laying the same way on the couch?'

"Yes, she is, shall I turn on the camera for a few minutes?"

"She can't be in China yet," Casey said as I stood up.

Shellie said, "Please, Master."

And to Casey I said, "For later."

"Later than what?" Shellie asked in confusion.

"I told Casey my turning on the camera was for you later, when you land."

"Have you fucked her ass, yet?" Shellie asked in a whimpering whisper.

"Not yet, we fell asleep."

"Are you going too?" she asked in the same sort of voice.

"She asked me the same question not too long ago and I'll ask you what I asked her, "Do you think I should?"

Shellie moaned loudly and then whispered with a hiss in her voice, "Yes, and I want you to fuck my ass when I get home with us watching you fucking her ass."

"You are going to shock your neighbor again talking like that," I cautioned her.

"He went to the bar or at least I hope that's where he went and not the bathroom," she whispered and then laughed.

"Either way, he'll have a stiff one," I said with a laugh of my own. Shellie laughed along with me.

When she quieted down, I said, "Ok, hang up the phone and call me when you land."

"Yes, Master," she whispered and then made a kissing sound just before the line went dead.

I closed the phone and looked at Casey. "She will call again when she lands."

Casey pushed up onto her hands and knees and then stretched forward and back like a very large cat. Then she put one foot on the floor and stretched again with her ass angled more toward the camera. 

"Play to the camera girl," I said and chuckled.

She arched her back and then dipped it low as she moved the other knee to the floor. Her ass was now pointed directly at the camera. She flexed her hips up and down as she watched herself on the laptop screen. She spread her knees wider, arched her back lower and did it again.

With a shiver she said, "I've never done anything even remotely like this and damn, I look sexy and wild."

"Shellie will go nuts watching you do that with her toy up your ass. She knows exactly what it feels like and there will be mental transference."




The Christmas Present



Casey looked at the front of my shorts. The tent was back from watching her. "Can I have my ass fucked now Master. Please," she whispered softly.

I stood up and took my shorts off. Casey moaned softly as my hard dick came into view, her ass bobbing up and down at the same time. "I've.... I've never wanted anything so bad in my life," she whispered.

"In that case, why don't you crawl into the bedroom like a big sensuous pussy cat while I follow you with the camera. Then I can tie you to the bed."

Casey shivered and turned to get down on her hands and knees. She crawled around the coffee table and made a snarling face at the camera as she passed it. With a smile, I picked up the laptop and followed her down the hall. Her ass swayed from side to side as she crawled. The handle on the dildo looked like a short stubby tail.

She crawled over by the bed and lay down on her side on the fuzzy rug next to it. I put the laptop on the Vanity and went across the room and got a hard wedge shaped pillow out of the corner. I placed it in the center of the bed and went back to the vanity for a pair of leather cuffs and a handful of straps.

"Up on the bed and on the pillow with your ass this way," I told Casey.

She snarled at me and climbed on the bed. She was playing the big cat to the hilt and having fun with it. I wondered if I had hit another one of her fantasies but that was for later. Right now, I had much more interesting things to do.

I put a cuff on each of her wrists and then ran a strap from each of those to the slats in the headboard. Three shorter straps, one around her upper thighs, one just above her knees, and one around her ankles, held her legs together. I clipped a strap to each side of the one around her ankles and ran those to the corners of the bed.

"So far so good?" I asked as I pulled the ones at her feet tighter. She nodded and wiggled her ass from side to side.

I added one more strap around her waist and ran a strap off it to each side of the bed. Tying those off to the bed rail, I pulled them tight. Casey wiggled again but could only move a little. When I pulled her arms tight above her head she moaned softly and tried to wiggle. She could but it took effort against the dense foam.

"One more thing and we are good to go," I told her.

I moved the laptop to the side of the bed so Casey could see it. Then I strapped a remote camera to a stand and positioned it near the left corner of the bed, high up, and pointed directly at her ass. I plugged the lead into the laptop and switched views. 

Casey gasped as her ass came into view with the dildo handle sticking out of it. Then she moaned softly. "I can watch as you fuck my ass," she said in a trembling voice.

"You can watch, I can watch, and later, Shellie can watch."

Casey shivered hard and tried to flex her hips. I smiled as I reached over and patted her ass firmly. "Shellie likes her ass fucked after a hard spanking while it is still hot and red," I said softly. Casey groaned loudly.

"She has spankings coming when she gets home and wants me to fuck her ass while she watches me fuck yours. I wonder what she would do if she knew I was going to strap her down this same way and let you watch from the corner of the bed." 

Casey groaned even louder as her ass twitched and barely moved. Her mind was working on her big time. I wondered if she would come when I removed the dildo from her tight ass. With a grin, I reached for it; there was no time like the present to find out.

I pushed in on the handle a quarter inch and then let go. Casey gasped and then whimpered as the last ball eased back to where it had started. I did this several times with the same results. The next time, I pulled the largest ball out of her ass after pushing it in. She gasped even louder and then moaned softly as I pressed it against the tight ring of muscles for a moment. 

Easing the fourth ball out and then the third was easy. I held the toy still and watched her asshole contract around the shaft below the third ball. When it did, I slowly fucked her with the third and fourth ball. 

Casey groaned loudly and tried to flex her hips. I slapped her ass cheek and said, "Lie still." She groaned even louder in frustration. She wanted to be fucked harder and faster.

A minute or so later, she whispered, "Please, please, please," rapidly.

I smiled as I rammed the dildo into her ass all the way to and including the fifth ball. She let out a soft yell of surprise and then groaned long and loud. I could see the opening to her vagina pulsing. "Are you coming?" I asked softly.

When she did not reply, I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She yelled again and shook her head. "No Master, but I am very close," she said in a very tense, quivering voice.

"Good," I said as I turned away and went to get the lube. 

When I returned, I lowered the camera and centered it on Casey's sex and asshole. I also moved a light over closer to the end of the bed. Casey shivered at the new view and then moaned softly. "I have a handprint on my ass."

"It is only temporary I assure you. If you like it, it will have to be reapplied regularly." She shivered and moaned again. 

I removed the dildo as I had earlier and ended up fucking her asshole with the number three and four balls as she watched. She whimpered and moaned the whole time but remained as relaxed as she could the whole time. When she started to tense up, I removed the dildo and went to the bathroom to wash it off and left it there.

When I returned, Casey was staring at the screen intently. "What is so interesting?" I asked her.

"My.... My asshole was, uh, open and then it slowly closed. I... uh...." She whispered and then she saw me lubing up my dick out of the corner of her eye and moaned long and loud.

With a grin, I climbed up on the foot of the bed and straddled her hips. I pushed my dick down and bent my knees until the spongy head touched her anus. Casey gasped; her eyes were wide as she watched the laptop screen. I rubbed the head firmly over her neither opening but did not push it in.

"It's.... It's so warm," she whispered in a trembling voice.

Then she groaned long and loud as I pushed down and slowly sank my dick in her tight hot asshole. When my hips touched her ass cheeks, her asshole grabbed me tightly as she gave a loud yell. She was coming as I started to slowly fuck her ass. My dick was a little longer than the toy and close to as big around as the fourth ball, so it moved easily in her ass.

Her ass grew hotter and tighter as her orgasm peaked. A few moments later, it began a pulsing, grab and release along my shaft. I continued to slowly fuck her with full deep strokes. Ever so many strokes I would pause with my dick fully planted, and whisper, "You have a dick completely in your asshole."

Each time I did, Casey would yell softly and her inner muscles would grab me tightly. I wasn't sure if those were small orgasms or just realizations in her mind causing the reaction. Over the next few minutes, I sped up the strokes and drove in harder to spank her ass with my hips.

Casey was now moaning almost continuously. At one point, her eyes snapped open, she stared at the screen for a moment and the she yelled, "Harder," and closed her eyes again. She gasped loudly and went back to moaning even louder as I slammed into her ass even harder on the next stroke.

My orgasm was building fast now but I tried to hold it off to see if she would come again. I need not have worried, as a few minutes later she gave out with the longest and loudest yell yet. Her asshole was now trying to crush me. That put me over the edge and I came as I planted my dick as deep as it would go and held onto her hips.

*****

Casey seemed to be out of it again as I slowly climbed down off the bed. I stood by the end of the bed and watched as her asshole slowly closed. There was a wet streak from her vagina leading all the way down to her clit. For Shellie's benefit, I said, "She has an asshole full of cum and her pussy is wet enough to rival yours."

From the bed, Casey mumbled, "Yes daddy, I'll be a good girl."

I gave her a hard look and went to switch the camera and laptop off. I had an idea that I had stumbled onto something that Casey did not even remember herself, or maybe she was just having a dream. Only time would tell.

With a shake of my head, I headed for the bathroom for a shower.

*****

I checked on Casey after my shower. She was snoring softly. I decided to let her sleep until Shellie called from the airport. I went to make some breakfast, as I was suddenly ravenous.

*****

I had finished breakfast and was doing some editing on the video file, cutting out some time lapses, as I sipped on my third cup of coffee. My phone buzzed and I picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"I've just cleared customs and I'll be at the hotel in an hour," Shellie said in a rush.

"When is your first meeting?"

Shellie sighed and said, "It was supposed to be this afternoon but has been postponed until in the morning. If I had know that before I left, I could have taken a later flight."

I grinned and said, "Meaning, you could have played with Casey longer and been here when I got here."

Shellie chuckled and whispered, "Yes, Master."

"I'll send the file in a few minutes, so go get settled in your room and call me when you receive it. Don't open it until I tell you to."

"Yes, Master," Shellie said and then added, "I'm about to explode. I think I had a couple of small orgasms during my last nap. The dreams were so good."

"The actuality will be even better," I said and then closed the phone.

Grinning, I went to wake Casey and to untie her. She was still a little groggy as I helped her off the bed. "Time for a shower, some breakfast, and some coffee." I told her as I guided her to the shower.

"I... uh, I have to pee first," she whispered.

"Are you going to be okay by yourself? I need to finish editing the video and get it sent to Shellie. She's in Peking and headed for the hotel."

Casey waved her hand at me as she raised the lid on the commode and sat down. "I'll be fine when I wake up," she said with a grin. "Someone and something knocked me out again."

I smiled and gave her a wink. "I have no idea what you are talking about. You must have been having as good a dream as Shellie had."

Casey chuckled as I left the room.

*****

It took another fifteen minutes to finish the editing and to start the file on it's way to Shellie. I was making a fresh pot of coffee when Casey came padding into the living room with a towel wrapped around her head. She sniffed the air filled with the aroma of brewing coffee.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a cow whole," she said and then laughed as she added, "Horns, hooves, tail and all."

"There's bacon and scrambled eggs, and toast on the stove. Help yourself," I said as I walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down on the stool next to the laptop.

She came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. With a light blush she whispered, "That was awesome to say the least."

"A kiss on the cheek, awesome? You're sure easy to please," I said teasingly.

She grinned as she walked over to the stove and looked the contents of the pans over. Getting a plate out of the cabinet, she dished up the food. She found a mug and poured her coffee. With a plate in one hand and the mug in the other, she joined me at the counter. 

She looked at me over the rim of her mug after she took a sip. "My asshole still tingles." When I just smiled, she glanced at the laptop. "Is the file on the way to Shellie?"

"Yes, it is," I said and then sipped my coffee.

"Are you going to watch her as she watches me and us?"

"No, we are going to watch her masturbate as she watches the file," I replied. 

Casey shivered as she sat her mug down and picked up her fork. "Will I be allowed to play with myself while she does?"

"Lets just say, I'll be recording us, watching her, watching the recording of us. That should either make a full circle or a time warp, I'm not sure which."

Casey grinned and took a bite of her eggs. A moment later, she whispered, "I'm betting on a nuclear meltdown on two continents."

Changing the subject, I said, "Tell me about your father."

Casey shrugged and replied. "There is not much to tell. He died before I was three."

"Did you have a stepfather?"

With a shake of her head, Casey said, "Mom never remarried, she always said she wouldn't make that mistake again." She paused and asked, "Why all the questions? Are you still trying to get into my head?"

"Just something you said while you were out of it earlier. Who is Daddy?"

Casey paused with the fork halfway to her mouth and giggled. Setting the fork down, she whispered, "Daddy is my fantasy guy since I don't have a real guy to use that I like enough." She paused a second as she looked me in the eye. "Maybe that has changed now."

I nodded. "You had me worried there. I thought maybe your dad or stepfather had molested you at some point."

She laughed and said, "The only person who has ever molested me was me." she paused again and smiled. "And now you and hopefully Shellie at some point in the near future."

"You can just about bank on that," I said mostly to myself as I took a DVD disk out of a case and a felt tipped marker. I wrote "Virgin Casey's beautiful and luscious ass" on it and then under that I put (First Time). Casey giggled as she saw what I wrote.

"Too bad we don't have a recording of you getting in that corset and being tied to the chair."

"Uh," Casey said and then thought a moment. "Maybe we do. Shellie's laptop was open on the vanity but I don't know if she was recording or not."

I chuckled. "She was recording, believe me. She learned from me the importance of first times and good times," I said as I put the disk back in the case. "I'll wait until I have her laptop so I can put that at the front of this file so we will have a full record."

Grinning, I said a few seconds later, "I'll put the file of her in Peking and us here on a second disk. It will make one hell of a home movie."

Casey laughed and shook her head. "No one will ever be able to watch the whole thing in one sitting. Not with dry panties anyway."

"I don't think anyone watching it will start out with panties on in the first place."

Casey laughed again and nodded. "Ain't that the truth."

"Now we wait for Shellie."

*****

I had the laptop set up on the coffee table with my coffee on one side and my cell phone on the other. As time dragged by, Casey came over and lay down on the couch with her head on my thigh. Her eyes were on the laptop screen. Her hand came across my lap and she touched my dick for the first time. It was semi hard and laying on my opposite thigh.

Casey grinned as she ran her fingertips up and down its length and then slipped her fingers around it. She squeezed it gently and then ran her closed hand up and down as it slowly hardened to full length.

I reached for my coffee and as I sat back, I asked, "Are you having fun?"

She nodded and then whispered, "I've always been too shy to openly play with one like this."

There was a piece of Christmas ribbon lying on the floor next to the foot of the coffee table. I had noticed it earlier but now I had a thought. "Hand me the ribbon off the floor," I told Casey.

She rolled forward, looked down and then reached over and got the ribbon. The ribbon was wide with red and green stripes. It was curled up tightly, probably the end of a roll. Casey rolled back and unrolled the ribbon. With a grin, she wrapped it around my dick several times.

"Pretty but I have a better idea," I told her as I unwrapped it from around my dick. "Come straddle my lap and let me show you something."

Casey giggled and eyed my dick, which was much firmer and starting to stand up against my belly. "I think I've seen this trick before but in a different position."

I shook my head as I looked down at her. "You might see that trick again once we get Shellie on the video camera but right now, I have something different in mind."

Casey shivered hard and rolled over to come up on her knees. "I don't know if I could with Shellie watching," she whispered as she started to straddle my lap facing me.

"Turn around with your back to me."

She tilted her head and turned around. She lifted her left leg and moved it across my lap. Her feet ended up next to my hips and her knees were next to the edge of the couch. As she sat back, my dick was pressed to her tailbone and lower back. She whimpered and then settled her weight onto my upper thighs. The laptop was directly in front of her.

She shivered as my hands came around her sides and stretched the ribbon in front of her chest. With a grin, I rubbed the ribbon across her breasts and against her nipples. She leaned back against me and rested her head against my right shoulder.

"Tying the ribbon around your breasts might be festive," I whispered as I twisted the ribbon around her right breast and pulled it tight. She moaned softly and lifted her breasts by arching her back.

I laughed. "I don't have enough ribbon to do the job right, so lean forward." She leaned forward and I wrapped the ribbon around her neck once and then twice. I still had enough to tie a bow in the back.

Checking the tightness around her neck twice, I got the bow tied. "Now you have a Christmas collar," I said. "If you stick around, we will have to find something better for later."

Casey shivered and explored the ribbon with her fingertips. "Go check it out in the mirror," I suggested.

She wiggled forward off my lap, turned and whispered, "Yes, Master," and then trotted into the bedroom.

She returned with a big grin on her face. "I love it and I love the way it makes me feel. I feel like I'm part of something much bigger than just me."

Suddenly there was a chat request on a messenger service on my laptop. "Come sit on my lap, Shellie is requesting a video chat."

Casey moaned loudly and climbed up to sit on my lap, as she had been earlier. My thighs spread her legs wide and her sex looked very wet as I activated the web cam on our end. I split the screen and brought up Shellie's web cam. She was laying on her side on a bed, her head, shoulders, and the upper part of her breasts filled the small screen.

Shellie's eyes were not looking at the camera but at the screen of her laptop. She licked her lips and groaned softly. "You two sure look comfortable."

"So do you but we can't see all of you. Do you have your remote camera with you?" I asked. Shellie nodded. "Then get it and attach it to the post on the footboard to the left of your laptop. That way we can look up along your whole body." 

"Uh, how did you know this bed was a four poster?'

"I can see one post behind you so...." I let the sentence trail off.

Shellie grinned and shook her head. "You are sometimes much smarter than you look," she whispered.

I frowned and said, "Be careful or Daddy will spank." Then I noticed she was not wearing her collar. "Where is your collar?"

Shellie squirmed on the bed and said, "Uh... I... uh.... Casey is.... Uh... I thought...."

"If you were home and topping Casey then you would still wear your collar if I was here."

Uh, yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master. I didn't understand," Shellie said quickly and then she rolled away from the camera.

Casey squirmed on my lap. "Can I ask what a top is, Master?" As she spoke, her hands moved from my thighs to her own and then folder across her belly. It was as if she didn't know what to do with them.

I took a wrist in each hand and pulled her arms behind her back. I placed her arms so they were parallel and had her grab the opposite elbow with each hand. "This should keep your hands out of trouble," I said teasingly.




The Christmas Present



A moment later, Shellie's camera view went black. "While she is setting up the new camera, I'll try and explain topping. You are both subs, to keep from getting things confused about Master/sub, the one who is in charge is called a top, and the submissive one is called a bottom."

A few seconds later, Casey nodded and I went on, "Since Shellie is submissive but wants to try being dominant, that makes her a switch or switch-hitter."

Casey was silent for a moment and then said, "I think I understand. It's just a set of names to keep the players straight." She paused to giggle. "That is if they want to stay straight and not cross other lines."

"Very good," I said, as I reached around and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. 

I caressed and squeezed her breasts until Shellie's camera came back on to show her laying on her side with her left knee lifted, her left foot behind her right knee. Her smoothly shave pussy was in full view and looked as wet as Casey's.

Casey shifted and whimpered softly as I said, "We will record here and you will record there as you watch the file I sent you. Just remember one thing, you can not touch yourself below your belly button until I say you can."

Shellie's hips flexed as she said, "Just seeing my beautiful Casey sitting in your lap with your hands on her breasts makes me want to touch myself."

"Wait until you see what happens with her tied to that chair in the bedroom," I said with a grin. Both women whimpered softly. "Play the file," I added a moment later.

I pulled Casey back until she was leaning against me with her head on my shoulder. My hands caressed her breasts gently and teased her hard nipples. She whimpered softly as she watched Shellie. Her forearms were pressed against my manhood behind her back. 

It was not long before Shellie's right hand found her left breast. She caressed it and raked her nails lightly over the sensitive skin. She was chewing on her lower lip, her eyes focused on the screen and Casey's openly displayed body. A moment later, she moaned softly, her hips flexed and she pinched her nipple hard and twisted it.

"She's at your first orgasm. The one where I licked your inner thigh," I whispered to Casey. She moaned and flexed her hips slightly. 

I smiled and pinched her nipples firmly. She shivered and arched her back. I twisted her nipples and then released them. She jerked and then gasped as the pressure came off her nipples.

Shellie looked at the camera and shivered, she was pinching her nipple and rolling it again. "That first orgasm was awesome. It reminded me of my first," she whispered. 

"Keep watching," I told her.

Shellie's eyes returned to the laptop screen. When they did, I had Casey move so she was on her knees. I pressed my hard manhood downward and then had her sit back down. My dick was now held down by her sex. I could feel the heat where her opening pressed against the shaft.

Casey shivered and wiggled from side to side. The heat increased as my shaft nestled down into her slit more. Casey flexed her hips and I could see her clit rub along my shaft to the head on the laptop screen and I could also feel it. She moaned softly, her eyes on the screen where mine were.

I looked at the view of Shellie and smiled, her eyes were wide and she was chewing her lip again. "Is that the second orgasm?" I asked.

Her eyes flicked over to the other screen and then back to the file screen. "Yes, Master." Then her eyes got even wider and she moaned loudly.

With a grin I whispered in Casey's ear, "Butt plugging time. She's at the part where I put the butt plug in your ass."

Casey moaned softly and whispered, "I wish it was in there now, Master."

I grinned. "It's in the master bathroom. Go get it, if you want it."

Casey hurriedly got off my lap and trotted into the bedroom. As she did, I saw Shellie looking at me. "Pause the file and I'll fill you in on a couple of things that got missed on the recording."

"Yes, Master," she whispered as she hit a couple of keys on the laptop. "That butt plug looked great going in her beautiful ass. Uh, where did she go?"

"She went to get the butt plug. She wants it back in her ass." 

Shellie groaned and whispered, "I don't have one with me."

That's probably a good thing with Chinese customs at the airport and all." She nodded and I filled her in on Casey's first spanking. She whimpered softly and rolled over on her back. "Don't worry, you will definitely see the end result, her red ass and very wet pussy."

Shellie groaned and flexed her hips. "If I think about it too much I will probably come without touching myself."

I chuckled and then looked up as I heard a moan from the bedroom. A moment later, Casey gingerly walked into the living room and then across it to stand next to me. She had the bottle of lube in her hand and I knew where the butt plug was. She had already stuck it up her ass.

Looking at the camera, I grinned and said, "Our greedy little girl put it up her own ass, already." Shellie rolled back over on her side and stared at the screen intently. I had Casey straddle my thighs with her ass toward the camera. When she bent over and rested her head on the back of the couch, Shellie whimpered loudly and so did Casey.

A moment later, Shellie whispered, "Beautiful, just beautiful."

I ran my hands up and down the taught backs of Casey's thighs several times and then caressed her ass cheeks. I used both hands to spread and close the crease of her ass several times giving Shellie an even better view. When she moaned softly, I patted Casey's ass and told her to sit back down, as she had been earlier.

"Yes, Master," she said softly as she straightened up. 

Shellie groaned as she heard what Casey said. I smiled. She had just had a demonstration of what she sounded like, saying that exact thing. The submissive tone was very evident. I wondered what the effect on her would be the first time she heard, "Yes, Mistress," in that same tone of voice directed at her. It should be interesting.

When Casey was seated again with my dick back in her slit, I told Shellie, "You can watch the next part now and raise your knee back up so we can see your wet pussy."

"Yes, Master," Shellie said and then shivered. She raised her left knee and put her foot back behind her right knee. Se reached for the keyboard and then paused to ask, "Do I sound the same way she does when I answer you, Master?"

I nodded and smiled, "Yes, you do."

Shellie whimpered softly and hit a couple of keys. A moment later, she gasped and moaned. I knew she was looking at Casey's red ass with the butt plug stuck in it while she was lying across the coffee table. 

I caressed Casey from her shoulders to her thighs as we watched Shellie watch Casey getting her ass toyed. Shellie had a hold on her nipple again rolling it and pulling on it. Her face was flushed and she whimpered or moaned from time to time. Her left knee was moving as she tried to squeeze her thighs together but couldn't.

When she reached the part where I had turned to the camera and asked it Casey reminded her of anyone, she looked at us, nodded and then groaned loudly before she whispered, "Yes, Master. It is exactly like me."

I nodded. "You can touch your ass during the next part but not your clit or your pussy until I say so."

Shellie shivered and said, "Yes, Master. Is this where you fucked her ass?"

"The first part is Casey showing off for you and playing as a big cat. I think you will find it interesting and stimulating."

Shellie nodded and then moaned softly. "My favorite toy is still stuck up her ass," she whispered. A second later, her hand left her breast and went to her ass cheeks to caress them.

I caressed Casey's inner thighs and then moved one hand up to cup her wet sex. Casey moaned and shifted her hips from side to side. I rubbed her pussy lightly in a circular motion as we watched Shellie rake her nails over one ass cheek and then the other. 

On the screen Shellie was watching, Casey must have been crawling down the hall because, Shellie whispered, "So sexy, so erotic, so fucking hot." Her hand moved to the crease of her ass, a nail of one finger teasing her anus.

Moaning, Casey watched Shellie and her hips flexed back and forth. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "When she gets to the part of me fucking your ass, I want you to lift up, and remove the butt plug. I will apply lube to my dick and then you will sit down with it in your ass."

Casey whimpered as I spoke and then groaned deeply, her hips moving even more. I took my hand off her sex and then lightly slapped it. She gasped loudly, her hips jerking sharply. Her hips quivered hard and I whispered, "Hold it in."

She groaned long and loud before she said, "Yes.... Yes, Master, I will try."

I rested my hand on her sex and returned my full attention to the screen. Shellie now had a finger in her asshole to the second knuckle, her hips moving just enough to make the tight ring of skin around the finger move inward and then outward. She had shifted her upper body slightly so she could pinch her nipple with the other hand. 

"What are you watching?" I asked sharply.

"You are fucking Casey's ass with the ball toy," Shellie said and then she moaned softly. "I can almost feel it in my own ass."

"When you see me climb on the bed, let me know. At that time you are free to touch yourself any way you like."

"Yes, Master," she said with a quick glance at the screen showing Casey and me. "Are you going to fuck her ass again?"

I grinned and replied, "No, she is going to fuck me with her ass and in the same position she is in now."

Shellie groaned and flexed her hips harder. Casey flexed her hips and then jerked as I patted her sex firmly with the hand covering it. "I wonder which one of you is going to come first and who will come the hardest." Both women groaned and moved their hips again.

When Shellie's hand moved off her breast and slowly moved down her stomach, she said, "You are getting on the bed, Master."

Casey quickly moved up onto her knees and fumbled around trying to get a grip on the butt plug. It was harder to get out than to get it in. I smiled as I pushed her hands away and pulled it out. She gasped loudly as her hips jerked back and forth. 

I leaned forward, laid the plug on the coffee table, and picked up the lube. I lubed up my dick, closed the bottle, and dropped on the couch next to me. I used one hand to guide Casey back onto my lap as I used the other to position my dick. 

When her ass touched the head of my dick, Casey whimpered softly. When the head touched her anus, she moaned and sat back quickly. Then she yelled as my dick rammed home in her ass several inches, her hips were jerking and bucking as she sat down even more. Her inner muscles were grabbing at my dick hard enough to stop her downward slide on it. She was coming the whole time she was moving.

Her ass cheeks touched my thighs and she stopped moving on the outside but her inner muscles were going ninety to nothing massaging my shaft from the base to the head. It took all of my control to keep from coming deep in her ass right then and there.

Shellie was moaning and groaning as her eyes swiveled back and forth between the file view and the web cam view in front of her. The finger in her ass was plunging in and out, as three fingers of the other hand rubbed back and forth over her swollen clit. She was well on the way to coming herself.

Casey had came first but I had the idea that Shellie would come harder. Her body was as tight as a bow and her stomach muscles were jerking and contracting as her orgasm built even higher. A moment later, she let out a long drawn out moaning wail as she came and came very hard. Her hips were jerking and bucking so hard she could not keep her fingers on her clit.

As Shellie started to come, Casey groaned deeply and slowly lifted her hips about three inches. Then she dropped back down sharply to sit on my lap. She continued to do this for several minutes. When she paused sitting on my lap, her asshole would grab my shaft and squeeze it. 

I heard Shellie say, "Lean forward, rest your hands on his knees, and rock your hips up and down."

My eyes popped open. I had not even realized I had closed them. I saw Shellie peering intently at the screen on her laptop as she watched Casey fuck herself on my dick. Casey moved as Shellie had instructed her and then her ass started to move up and down tentatively at first and then with more confidence.

She settled into a rhythm that soon had me breathing raggedly as her tight ass slid up and down my dick. It had a tight grip and seemed to grow hotter and even tighter as time passed. I was fast losing control. A few moments later, I was right on the edge of coming, when Casey gave a sharp yell and sat down hard. My dick was rammed all the way in her ass and it was trying to crush me as she came. The next thing I knew, I was coming right along with her.

In the back of my mind, I could hear Shellie groaning from what seemed like a long ways off. I opened my eyes to see her sprawled out on the bed; two fingers rammed in her ass and her other hand flying over her clit. She was coming as hard as we were.

*****

Casey was lying on the couch next to me, asleep. Shellie was under the covers in her bed, and yawning. I smiled at her and said, "I hope you put in a wakeup call with the front desk or you're going to sleep through your meeting."

"I did earlier when I went to clean up," she said and then yawned again.

"You get some rest and call me when you are headed for the airport."

"I hope everything can be taken care of during this one meeting. I sure would like to be home for Christmas Eve," she said with a grin on her face.

"Did you notice the collar Casey had on?" Shellie nodded. "I started to take it off when we were cleaning up but she wouldn't let me. She said it was going to be her Christmas collar every year."

Shellie shivered under the covers and whispered, "Every year? That sounds like a long term commitment on her part."

I smiled and replied, "We'll see when the endorphins wear off if she still feels that way."

Shellie blew me a kiss.

"Just so you know, I plan on having Casey tied up in the wingback chair just the way you left her, when you get home, so get lots of sleep on the plane."

Shellie's eyes got big and she moaned softly. A moment later, she whispered, "I won't get any sleep at all thinking about that on the way home."

I chuckled and said, "Don't forget the three spankings you have coming and the ass fucking you want while watching me fuck Casey again. I might just let Casey sit on the corner of the bed and watch me fuck your ass at the same time. Or I could sit her up at the head of the bed so that every time I slapped your ass with my hips, your nose bumped against her pussy. The possibilities are endless."

Shellie was whimpering and moaning by the time, I stopped talking. "And you are to keep your grubby little paws off your clit and out of your pussy and asshole until you get home, understood?"

With a deep groan, Shellie whispered, "Yes, Master."

"Good night and sweet dreams," I told her with a grin just before I cut the connection.

I was still grinning as I covered Casey up, shut down the laptop, and headed for bed. This had already been a very good Christmas and it would only get better when Shellie got home. I was whistling Jingle Bells as I headed down the hall for the bed and some much needed sleep.



The Christmas Present



As I sleepily descended the stairs I discovered my sister hard at work at the stove. Not that I hadn't smelled the coffee from above, or heard the banging and cursing as she apparently tried to throw a Christmas breakfast together.

I paused in my bare-footed tracks to stare and admire. I hadn't seen Chrissy in over two years—the longest sibling separation of our lifetimes. Now, after a disastrously short second marriage, my older sister had returned home to spend Christmas with me. I was ecstatic! I was floating on air! My beautiful sister was back home! It also meant I wouldn't have to endure the torture of spending my second consecutive Christmas alone. (Our mom had died in a mysterious accident a year ago last March, and I'd inherited the house, and her relative fortune.)

Coming up behind sis I placed a hand on the silk waist of her flowery kimono and kissed the little glimpse of pale skin between her left ear the tuck of her thick blonde hair.

"Merry Christmas," I whispered.

"Hey!" a thrown hip knocking me back a step. "None of that!"

After the kiss I'd let my right hand slide down the silky slope of her sumptuous right ass-cheek. Now that Chris was pushing 40 (something she denied) her body had begun to thicken up a bit. But the thickening only enhanced the beauty—to the eye and the hand--of her firm, full buttocks.

"You've been working out," I said, from the fridge. "And you're not wearing any panties."

Chris stood over a small pot on the stove holding a wooden spoon. Her other hand mounted a jutting hip. She wore a look that matched.

"Your business?"

"I'm just being...observant."

"Asshole. I think I put too much water in these grits."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

At the crack of a beer can she looked over at me again. "It's not even nine o'clock yet."

I held the can up after taking a foamy swig. "This stuff? No carbs, no calories...It's like drinking deer piss."

"You would know..." Then, changing her tune: "Where's my morning mimosa?"

"Oh."

"Fuck this," Chrissy said, tossing the pan aside and turning off the burner. "I'm too depressed to cook."

"And too untalented." I'd removed a carton of OJ from the fridge door along with a half-empty bottle of bubbly left over from last night's drunken, welcoming extravaganza. "What are you depressed about?"

Hand on hip again: "Like...I just went through a divorce? Duh-uh!"

"I told you that guy was no good for you."

"You say that about every guy I get involved with."

"He was a drone pilot, Chrissy!"

"So?"

"So he sits in a bunker in U-fucking-tah and murders people five thousand miles away!"

"We're at war, bro."

"It's murder!"

"Got one hell of a joystick," she said wistfully.

"Never should've married him..."

"Thank you mister personal fucking marriage counselor. Who himself has never been married."

"It's called...intelligence. Merry Christmas."

I'd handed her a brimming flute. We clinked glasses. Then, after she drank, I leaned in uninvited and kissed her. On the unpainted lips. They were juicy with champagne and orange juice. Delicious!

"Bee-HAVE," Chrissy said, pushing me away. She pointed, downward. "And do something about that, please? Go in the bathroom? Whatever?"

I looked down at the bulge in the front of my pajama bottoms. "I could wrap a towel around it."

"How 'bout a hand?"

"How 'bout yours?"

"How 'bout you..." And with that a lumped kitchen towel hit its target. I jumped.

"Shoulda been a drone pilot," I joked, mimosa spilling to the floor.

"Enough with the jokes about my ex, OK? All right already? Hey," she said, abruptly switching gears with a foamy wipe of the mouth. And with it I detected the slightest of slurs: "Did we ever do it in the kitchen?"

I was stunned. Speechless. Was this, like, an invitation?

"We did it lots of places," I replied, after a gulp.

"No, but in the kitchen? I can't remember..."

"Probably," I said, with another nervous gulp. "Why, do you want to--"

"Refill!" my sister cried, flute thrust out (as was my pajamaed cock). Her sudden motion caused the upper half of her kimono to open up a little, baring some B-cup cleavage. My sister had the modest, though round and perky breasts of an angel painted on a Baroque ceiling. All that was needed was a background of blue sky with puffy clouds. I took a tempting step forward but hesitated. Then, seconds later, watched a fresh bottle of champagne orgasm as I popped the cork.

Three mimosas later my sister and I were necking furiously in the kitchen space between stove and sink. When I wasn't trading snaking tongues with her I was bending down, nearly to the floor, and taking turns kissing and sucking each of her little pinkish-brown nipples. I wanted to continue down and tongue her shower-fresh pussy as well, but for some reason she restrained my head and said, "Unh-unh. No."

I was kneading her generous ass (still in the kimono) and we were necking again when Chrissy pulled away and said, with a breathless smile: "Let's do it on the counter!"

What's with you and the kitchen, I thought.

"No, it's Christmas," I said. "Let's do it under the tree!"

"More cham-plain!" my tipsy sister said, leading the livingroom charge with an arm-chop.

I took two couch cushions and tossed them on the wood floor in front the tree. The tree. It stood about eight feet tall but would have been closer to nine had it not been for the lean. And it was only half-decorated. Sis and I had gotten drunk on champagne (Good thing I bought a case!) and lost interest about halfway in. Or should I say, the coordination and competence it takes to climb on a ladder and decorate a nine-foot Christmas tree. Then Chris had—literally—crawled up the stairs to the master bedroom I'd ceded to her for her visit, while I passed out on the couch. There'd been no talk of sex on Christmas Eve, or threat of it, though I had kissed her cheek and mouth and even her restrained B-cups through her crisp, Christmas-red blouse a few times, while delivering refilled flutes.

Now my sister, kimono discarded, lay naked and waiting on the pillows. I, meanwhile, was transfixed by the sight of her completely shaved pubes (is this how her ex had liked 'em?) and the glossy lips of her vagina. Was there anything more beautiful, more erotic than this? Your own sister? She looked on as I pulled my pajama bottom down (no panties) and my erection sprang back up. 

"Hooo boy," she said, a little less enthusiastically than I might have liked. Adding "Ride 'em, clawboy," or something slurry like that.

"How long has it been?" I asked, climbing on top of her and guiding my cock toward her sisterly hole.

"I dunno. Two years? Tree?"

"You're drunk," I giggled.

"No not."

"Definitely more'n two."

"Fuck me," my sister said with closed eyes. And as I penetrated her she wrapped those sumptuous thighs around my skinny back. "Fuck me!"

"That's...the idea, baby."

"I haven't had a man in, like, two years."

"Hunh?"

"Mumps, I mean," meaning months.

"Must be some kind of record..."

"Screw you," she said, giving me a vise-like thigh squeeze.

As I moved in her we locked lips again. The sensation—the sensations—were heavenly. Pure heaven.

Heaven lasted about 30 seconds.

As I pulled my lips away Chris frowned up and said: "You didn't finish already did you?"

I didn't answer. Or rather, my silence was my answer.

"Jeez, no wonder you don't have a girl. Friend, I mean."

"Thanks for that encouragement," I replied.

As I pulled away, somewhat guiltily (I wondered if this was how a drone pilot felt, after a dubious long-distance kill), Chrissy rose up on her elbows and looked between her legs with something approaching panic.

"Oh shit," she said, "I just got my period. No wonder I've been feeling so cranky."

As I got unsteadily to my feet I thought to myself: And what's your excuse the rest of the time? Then I looked down at the sudden confluence of sisterly blood and brotherly cum on my couch cushion and thought: this is either the grossest thing I've ever seen or one of the most profound.

Chrissy, pleading: "Would you...?"

"Sure, babe," I replied.

First, heading to the kitchen, I dampened the same wad of cloth she'd hit me in the balls with earlier and tossed it to her.

"I think I ruined your cushion," Chrissy said.

"It's just a cushion."

"That's what I love about you, baby brother," she said, pawing first her leaky vagina and then the cushion edge with the cloth. "You're so...anti-maternalistic."

Materialistic, I think she meant.

Upstairs, I fished through my sister's luggage until I located a panty (Yum!), a panty-liner and a tampon. Oh, and my iPhone.

I arrived back at ground zero to find my still-prone sister lying with an arm slung over her eyes. Her knees were bent and her thighs still spread in the receiving position—perhaps to avoid the wet spot. The cloth I'd tossed her lay a bloody clump on the wood floor. Thanks.

At the snap of my camera-phone Chrissy jerked up, perhaps from a short doze.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I grinned.

"No, what was it?"

"Nothing!"

"Did you just take a picture of me lying here nude?"

I grinned. Chrissy rose up higher on her elbows.

"Did you? Cause I swear to god if you did I'll...Let me see it," she said, holding a hand out. Vanity having got the best of her.

I brought the pic up and handed her the phone. "Don't get blood on it."

"Screw off!" Chrissy, needing her readers, speaking of vanity, screwed her face up trying to focus. "Jeez I look fat!"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. I look...hideous. Well maybe not hideous...Delete this. Like now."

"Nope," I said, taking my phone back.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"Nothing."

"Then delete it."

"No way. I want it for a keepsake. Christmas 2025."

"I swear to god if you post that anywhere I'll..."

"I'm not going to post it, sis."

"...I'll," she continued, despite my assurances, "I'll get my ex to launch a drone attack on this house. Not while I'm in it needless to say..."

"That's a nice thought."

"Do you have a heating pad?" switching to more immediate concerns.

"I got you one for Christmas."

"Bullshit."

"I'll go upstairs and dig it out, OK?" I said. "Calm down. And no, I don't keep any Midol in the house."

"How did you...? Anyway, another mimosa would work just as well."

"Coming, dear," I said with an uxorious roll of the eyes.

"And clean your penis off," she added, presumably referring to the dried blood. Her blood. "It's disgusting."

On the way to the kitchen I sighed. I also pulled up the fresh image on my iPhone's screen. There, in front of half the tree's static blinking lights, lay my sister's pale, beautiful, naked, thickish, spermy body.

Could a brother ask for a better present?



The Christmas Present



Christmas music was playing on the CD player. The fireplace roared brightly in the darkly lit room. The tree glowed with hundreds of lights and light reflected in a warm glow on the walls and ceiling around it. Candles added to the warm glow of the room. 

The room looked like a Christmas card to me as I entered it. “Festive and inviting” I thought. He went to a lot of work to make the room look this way. He was trying to cheer me up for the holiday and he was doing a good job of it. The presents were stacked under the tree, many of them awaiting their owners the day after Christmas at our annual holiday party. We were invited to friends for the day but I didn’t feel up to being festive and jolly and I just wanted to spend the day alone. 

I never really liked Christmas since I was a child, thanks to a dysfunctional family, but being far from my friends and family this year made it a little worse. I promised that I would celebrate Christmas when he got back from our friend’s house, so I left the warm cocoon of our bed and came downstairs to see what he put together. A bottle of 86 Cabernet Sauvignon sat on the coffee table with 2 glasses. A platter of cheese and fruit with crackers sat next to it. I could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen. 

I followed my nose into the kitchen to find him hard at work putting the finishing touches to my favorite meal. He was really putting an effort into making me happy and feeling better about things. It had been a bad week for me and it probably would have been a lot worse if it weren’t for him.

I kissed him hello and wished him a Merry Christmas and he told me dinner would be ready in a few minutes. I sat down at the island and watched him serve dinner. He really out did himself with dinner. Cooking was one of his favorite things to do and we actually fought over who was cooking on a regular basis. 

After a wonderful dinner, we went into the family room to enjoy the wine and relax and talk and just cuddle by the fire. I rested my head against his broad chest and the sound of his heart beating soothed me to no end. He was my world. He made me feel safe and protected for the first time in my life. 

After an hour of drinking wine and making plans for the future, he kissed me. I kissed him back and turned to face him. He touched my face and kissed me more. The wine relaxed both of us and I was in a much better mood. 

He asked me if I wanted to exchange gifts since it was close to midnight. We had been talking for hours without realizing it. He got up and got my stocking from the fireplace. I told him to get his stack of gifts from under the tree. 

“Everything I got you fits in your stocking. I hope you don’t mind.” He said. I took the stocking from him and started to take small boxes out. The first one I opened contained the prettiest pair of silk floral panties. When I took them out of the tiny box, something fell out onto my lap. I picked up the prettiest diamond ring I had ever seen and read the card: “This is all I want you to wear for me tonight. I love you.” I kissed him and told him I loved it then asked him to open up his gifts. I had gotten him a leather bound first edition of “Aristotle’s Rhetoric” to add to his collection of rare books. I had sold a couple of articles to pay for it without him knowing I spent so much on a single book. The excitement in his eyes when he opened it was enough redemption for me being sneaky behind his back. I also bought him a pair of Lakers tickets and the practical things one gets for Christmas, like clothes and computer games. He was like a small child opening gifts and it was more fun on Christmas to watch him open presents than to get them myself. 

I kept twisting my hand so that my ring caught the light from the fire and the tree and sparkled on the wall. He made me open up the envelope that was in my stocking. It contained 2 tickets for my dream vacation to Ireland. I teased him about who I’d take with me and he tackled me on the couch. He kissed me hard as he held me down. I kissed him back as he slid his hand up my t-shirt to fondle my breasts. 

His chilled hand felt good against my warm breast. I arched my back in response to his touch. Each stroke he made on my nipple made me ache with desire and want him more. He slid my t-shirt up and began to kiss my breasts and stomach. Electric shocks ferried between my breasts and my wet box. The more he touched the more I wanted him inside me. He sucked on my nipple like a nursing baby as his hand slid down to find my button. The combination of his sucking and rubbing of my clit started me up the hill towards climax. All he had to do is touch me and I was jelly in his hands. 

I sighed as his warm tongue separated my pussy lips and he lapped at my soaking wet slit. I pressed against his face and tried to make him go deeper inside my hole. I wanted him inside me and didn’t care how he did it. No matter how many times we performed the act, I could never get enough of him. He was my version of alcohol and I was his drunk. 

He slid two large fingers inside my heat and I instantly moved closer to cumming in his hand. The rhythm of his fingers working against his thumb on my clit brought me over the edge of orgasm and I began to beg him to fuck me and put me out of my misery. He laughed at me and told me to deal with it.

He had this rule that I had to cum three times to his once when we made love. For the most part I did not mind this rule but I was beyond horny and I just wanted him to fuck my brains out. 

He saw I was getting upset with him so he undid his pants and let me play with his raging hard on. I loved how he responded to my touch. It was like my own personal magic wand. I’d gently grazed my fingertips across his shaft. It danced for me as I kissed it. His nerve endings were at full attention for me and I knew I was torturing him as much as he was torturing me. 

I laid back on the floor as he leaned over me, his amazing cock poised over my face. I took him in my mouth and he began to gently fuck my mouth. He let out a moan as I sucked harder on him. He told me I wasn’t playing fair and I started to move my head with his rhythm. He begged me to stop because he was close to cumming. I laughed and kept sucking him off. He pulled out of my mouth and slid his hand between my legs again. 

A few strokes of his hand and I’m his sex slave again. He positions himself between my legs again and forces them apart with his knees. He grabbed himself and began rubbing my soaking wet slit with it. He was sending shivers up and down my spine. 

“Please do me already. You’re killing me.” I said

He laughed and rubbed harder. I let out a moan and he found my opening. He was large so he took it slow and easy. I was still not used to his size after all this time. He went slow and steady like a piston. Each thrust sent me closer to heaven. I loved the way our bodies moved together to become one. It was as if our souls merged. 

I breathlessly panted his name and begged him to finish me off as I road the roller coaster ride of climax. My eyes rolled back in my head as I came and got lost in my orgasm. All I could see were the blinking lights on the tree. I did not hear him calling my name or hear him tell me he loved me as he rolled next to me, spent and exhausted. He drew me close to him and he held me as we both fell asleep. 

Santa would be in shock if he decided to leave presents under our tree tonight. With my luck, he’d want to join in and who would I be to say no. 



The Christmas Present



Paulette walked across the parking lot towards her car, clutching her coat against the biting wind. The temperature had dropped a few degrees and the air had the scent of a snowstorm. This would be her first winter outside Florida and she was apprehensive about the possibility of inclement weather. She had just about reached her car when she heard her name being called from across the parking lot. She turned back to see her co-worker Lela crossing the pavement to join her at her car. Lela was 10 years older than Paulette and manager of a different department, yet Paulette knew that someday they might be working together if she got a much-needed promotion. Right now, she was just a lowly secretary and hardly a blip on the radar screen of the big bosses, but Lela was always nice to her and noticed when Paulette did outstanding work. 

"Hey, Paulette," Lela panted against the wind pulling strands of her long black hair out of her mouth. "I was wondering what you were going to do for the holidays. I know your family lives far away and you might be lonely."

"Well, I had just planned on ordering in some Chinese food, watching some movies on cable and catching up on sleep."

"Oh, no you don't. I wont have you spending your first Christmas in the city alone." Lela explained putting a friendly hand on the younger girl's arm. "Look, my husband will be working late, and with this storm coming he might not even make it home tonight. So why don't you come over and share some turkey and wine with me and we can gossip, do each other hair and pretend we are having a sleep over!"

Paulette chuckled at this, she knew that Lela was playing immature to poke fun at their age difference, but Paulette understood the underlying complement. It would be lovely not having to go back to a cold apartment and eating Chinese take out. Besides, she knew that Lela's husband was a cop and kept difficult hours and the weather service had been calling for a lot of snow to fall. A light dusting had started swirling to the ground and that made Paulette a little nervous; she had never driven in the snow. 

"Please say you will, in fact, I wont take no for an answer. Follow me in your car to my house and you can sleep in the spare bedroom."

"But I don't have a change of clothes."

Lela looked her over from head to toe, guessing that her svelte frame would probably fit nicely into her own clothes. In fact, she let her eyes linger over various parts of the beautiful blondes body. "I don't think that will be a problem, I have plenty of clothes you can use and have when you are done. I'm a packrat and could use more space. The only thing is that you have bigger tits than I have, what are you a C?"

"Yes I am, but I can't impose on you."

"You can and you will!" Lela laughed. The parking lot was now empty with only their two cars remaining in the lot. She walked towards her own car and called back to Paulette over her shoulder. "Come on, follow me to my house."

"Wait!" Paulette cried before Lela got out of shouting range, "the snow. I don't know how to drive in the snow."

Lela doubled back and wrapped an arm around the younger girl. "All settled then, you will come with me. Oh, your hands are like ice! Where are your gloves? Well never mind, we will get you nice and toasty in moments—my heater kicks ass!"

Without further arguing, Paulette walked away from her car and into Lela's Mercedes.

"I'm sorry if I am dripping snow on your upholstery, this is an awesome car." Paulette said sliding into the passenger seat.

"No worries, I'm dripping just as much, we will be home before too long and until then I will try to defrost you as much as I can."

They sped down the expressway leaving the downtown district behind them. The traffic was miraculously light even though it was snowing and it was Christmas Eve.

They exited the expressway in a northern suburb that was way more posh than Paulette was expecting.

"You live in one of these houses? God these are beautiful." She said looking at the million dollar cape cods. This was a new community and all the houses looked identical, yet they all looked like far more than anything Paulette would ever be able to afford.

"Yeah, too big for my tastes but Joe likes it. And who knows? Maybe someday, we will fill it with kids. I'm only 30 so I have a few more years before I'm a decrepit old woman." Lela winked and downshifted to pull into her driveway.

"Home at last! Now my dear, we will see about getting those wet clothes off and filling you with good food and wine."

Lela opened the door and Paulette followed her into the massive living room. A set of stairs led up to the second floor and Lela walked past them and into the kitchen.

Paulette followed the woman and marveled at the view out the kitchen window. They were on a slight hill and they could see all the Christmas lights twinkling from the houses below them. The snow was accumulating a bit more, but Lela had a wooden deck that was partially covered. 

Lela followed Paulette's gaze and opened the sliding door. "I really want you to see this," she said ushering Paulette outside. There was a hot tub already warming up under the awning and a fog bank was growing across the warm wet wood underfoot. "It's on a timer so I know I will have a warm tub waiting for me when I get home." 

Lela walked through another door and into the master bedroom. "First things first! I have a bikini you can use and you can see the best way there is to relax after a day of work."

Before Paulette could even respond, Lela handed her a bikini.

"You can change in here, I am going to whip together some cold cuts and cheese to go with our wine. Get in whenever you are changed," and with that Lela walked out and left Paulette to change.

Dumbfounded, Paulette looked around at all the opulence of bedroom and wondered of she could get out of going into the hot tub, but there was a problem. She was cold, wet and shivering and wanted out of her wet woolen clothes and Lela didn't offer anything but a bikini. She didn't want to disappoint her hostess so she pealed off layers of damp cloth and pulled on the offered bikini.

Lela was right; they were almost a perfect match for size. Paulette looked at her athletic body in the full-length mirror and blushed at how much skin she was showing. She was never much for ostentation and while she was fit, she never thought of herself as pretty. This bikini made her ass look flawless, which is tough to do for such a small piece of fabric. Lela was also right about another point, Paulette's breasts were larger; they must have been a full size larger because they were almost spilling out of the top. Paulette was thankful that Joe, Lela's husband wasn't going to be here because there is no way she would wear this in front of a guy.

Paulette stepped outside into the freezing air and it nearly knocked the breath out of her. Lela was exiting the kitchen with a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. When she saw Paulette standing there gasping, she motioned her to get into the tub. 

"Damn, I knew you had big tits, but I didn't think they would have such a tough time being restrained!" Lela teased the younger girl as she got into the tub. Lela had also changed into a bikini and after she set the food and drinks down, she climbed into the steamy water. 

The temperature change, going from the freezing ambient air to the steamy tub was a shocking yet soothing feeling. Goosebumps were rippling on Paulette's arms and her nipples were turgid against the bikini fabric, yet Lela seemed perfectly comfortable.

"I realized that we are out of wine, so I warmed up some brandy and a few snifters for us," Lela said pouring a snifter for Paulette and then for herself. She looked Paulette in the eye and smiled as she made a toast. "To good friends and good times for the holidays."

Paulette had never had brandy before, she wasn't much of a drinker, being technically too young to even buy alcohol, but she liked the way it warmed her up as it hit her belly.

The two women sat in the hot tub for a while, snacking on the cheese and deli meats and of course the brandy. Paulette lost count of how much she had; all she knew was that she was feeling no pain and everything seemed right with the world. If she had a slight hangover in the morning, it wouldn't matter because its not like she had to work.

"I want to thank you for inviting me over to your house," Paulette said. The alcohol was making her a little emotional. "Not everyone would have been so kind to me. After all, I just moved here, I don't know anyone and you are my first friend I have made."

Lela could tell that Paulette was getting sappy so she moved closer and gave the girl a hug.

"It's ok honey, you are a great girl and I want you to know that I didn't just invite you over here because I felt sorry for you. There is something about you that is different I can't explain it."

Paulette pulled back, instantly regretting the warmth of Lela's embrace.

"There is?" Paulette wondered if she would be getting promoted faster than she realized. Maybe she had done something to make Lela notice her work performance.

"Yes, actually I have had my eye on you since you first arrived at our firm."

"You have?"

"Yes, you have this magnetism," Lela said, her voice getting softer as she leaned in. Her eyes were staring at Paulette's lush red mouth. "Something that has drawn me to you like heat."

Paulette blushed and Lela laughed at her shyness.

'Look, you are a knock out. You have 'cheerleader blond' hair that goes all the way down to your perfect ass. And your rack can make any guy drool."

"Come on, you are a lot prettier than me," Paulette protested honestly. Lela had porcelain skin and icy blue eyes to complement her raven hair.

"Look, any guy would be falling all over himself for you."

"You really think so?"

"Sure, like if I were a guy I would show you a night of passion that you wouldn't forget!"

Paulette blushed deeper.

"Ya know, I have never...you know...been with a man."

"What?"

"I mean I have kissed boys and done some petting, but I have never...went all the way." Paulette looked embarrassed as she confessed this.

"Woah, really?"

"Yeah, see, I want to wait 'til marriage before I give myself to a guy but how do I know what to do?"

This was just the opening that Lela was waiting for.

"You practice. As a matter of fact, Joe and I have been happily married for five years and I can show you what I do to make him happy."

"Really?" Paulette looked skeptical, "how?"

"Well first," Lela said leaning closer, "down your drink."

Paulette complied.

"Now just relax and let me do all the work."

Paulette closed her eyes and Lela pressed her lips against the younger girls. Paulette started to protest but Lela slid her tongue past Paulette's lips and into her mouth. When Paulette felt Lela's warm wet skin against her body she paused in her protestations and relaxed. She had made out with a few boys back home, but none of them knew how to kiss compared to Lela. She was surprised to find that a thrill of excitement passed down her body as Lela's fingers found their way inside the too-small bikini top. 

Lela wrapped her arm around the younger girl and kissed her gently on the neck. Since Paulette didn't resist, she kissed her more, planting kisses on her neck and mouth.

Not only did Paulette no longer mind she was reacting and kissing Lela back. Lela pulled the younger woman onto her lap having Paulette straddle Lela's legs. Lela unclasped the front hook of Paulette's bikini top and released her firm breasts. She wasted no time covering them with kisses and Paulette rocked against Lela's body. Lela thrust her pelvis up and was acting like she had a cock that she was letting Paulette ride.

Well maybe she didn't have a cock, but in her bedside drawer, she had a brand new strap-on that she bought just for this evening, but in the meantime, she would use her fingers. 

Lela snaked her fingers around the crotch of Paulette's bikini bottoms and could feel her bristly pubic hair. She eased one finger into the fabric, but when Paulette felt it, she pulled away.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

"Yeah but...I dunno...It's just that..."

"I think I understand," Lela said, "Come with me for a moment."

Paulette refastened her bikini top, got out of the Jacuzzi, and followed Lela back into her bedroom. There, Lela stripped off her bikini and lay down totally nude on the bed.

"How about this," Loretta purred, "why don't you do whatever you like to me? After all it was a little rude for me to just play with you with no consideration to what you would want to do."

Paulette was about to ask how this would help her get a man, but the sight of Lela's manicured stripe of pubic hair made the words die in her mouth.

Lela knew that all eyes were on her pussy so she opened her legs a little, letting Paulette catch a glimpse of her nether lips. She let one finger slide down, part her puffy lips, and rub gently along her clit. Paulette could see the moisture dripping off her finger and realized how excited Lela was getting.

Paulette looked uneasy but crawled onto the bed.

"First take off your bikini so I could feel your body against mine." Lela requested, and Paulette complied.

Paulette started by kissing Lela's breasts, taking a moment to bury her head in between them. Paulette seemed to take all the time she wanted exploring Lela's nude body and Lela didn't mind. When Paulette's fingers found the dark bush of Lela's pubes she looked up at Lela's face to see if everything was ok.

Lela smiled and spread her legs wider letting her pussy open for the girl. Paulette examined Lela's perfect pink lips and the little nub of her clit nestled between them. Paulette touched it and she felt Lela stiffen under her and felt that her clit was hardening under her touch. Paulette ran her fingers over it a few times watching Lela's reaction and noticed that the flesh of her nether lips was getting very wet. Almost without trying her fingers slid into the source of all that moisture and were suddenly knuckle deep inside Lela. Paulette felt the dampness of Lela's insides and dipped her fingers in further. When Lela's body reacted positively, Paulette tried it repeatedly. Before long, Lela's back was arched and she was moaning as Paulette finger-fucked her.

"Lela? May I, erm...May I eat you out?"

Lela was surprised to say the least. A half an hour ago, she was trying to coax the girl into kissing and now Paulette was taking the initiative. 

"Oh God! Please do!"

Paulette kissed gently on Lela's clit and licked it a few times. Lela tasted so good that she couldn't believe it. She buried her face into Lela's crotch and breathed in her awesome womanly aroma. Paulette licked around Lela's clit then started fucking her with her tongue that same way she had earlier with her fingers.

Lela's whole body was concentrating on Paulette's tongue darting in and out of her pussy. For an amateur she sure knew what she was doing. Lela couldn't believe that Paulette had never even kissed a woman, much less eaten one out! Very soon Paulette's kisses and licks turned into nibbles and hard sucking, sending Lela's body over the edge. She came with such force that she didn't even notice her husband walk into the room.

He was a cop, he had pulled out his gun, and had it pointed at Paulette's head.

"Don't you fucking move or I will kill you, I swear to god!" He looked over the two naked women and shook his head.

"Is this what you do when I gone? What are you a dyke?"

He grabbed his handcuffs and slapped side one on Lela's wrist and drew it over the brass railing of the headboard then secured the other side. Joe walked over, opened a bedside drawer, and found the strap-on that Lela had shoved in there. He grabbed it by the shiny black phallus and pointed it at Lela.

"You fucking whore, you were going to put this on that little slut and have her fuck you!" Paulette cowered at the foot of the bed between Lela's spread legs. Joe threw the phallus at her and pointed the gun to her head.

"Put that on," he saw Paulette pause and look at Lela and he pistol-whipped her for balking.

"You better do what he says," Lela told the girl flatly, "My husband can be a real asshole."

"Fuck you!" Joe spat at her, "but she is right, you better do as I say or things wont be pleasant for you or my whore of a wife."

Paulette started to cry and her hands were shaking as she pulled on the garment. The strap-on was attached to what looked like a black thong yet there was a cord draping out from the side of it that didn't escape Joe's notice.

"What the hell is this?" he said following the cord down to where it ended in an oblong box with a set of controls. He flipped a switch and Paulette jumped as a vibrating noise could be heard from her crotch.

"Oh I see what it is that you Lesbos do, you have a vibrator in here so your girlfriend can get off as she is pounding your cunt. Fucking ingenious, now if you dykes could only cure cancer instead of thinking with your cunts."

Joe played with the control and watched, as Paulette's body stiffened with pleasure as her clit was being manipulated into against her will. She found that the fact that her body was betraying her even more humiliating and refused to show any more response to Joe's play. As he flicked the controls into a higher gear, he saw her body only flutter when he knew that she should be writhing at this point.

Lela saw the slight flutter too and guessed how much this was humiliating Paulette so she used one of her feet to try to kick the control out of Joe's hand. He was too quick for her and moved his hand out of the way. Still holding the gun in one hand, he dropped the control and wrenched Lela's leg upward causing her ass to be suspended off the bed.

"Don't worry, you will get your turn for pleasure, don't get jealous now," Joe said with a smirk.

"Quit being a jerk Joe, leave her alone, it's me that you are pissed at."

Still holding her one leg up he turned the gun on his wife.

"Turn around with your ass facing us! If you don't want to see your little friend get pleasure from anyone else, turn away."

With the gun now pointed at Lela, she had no option but to obey. She eased up on her knees as far as the handcuffs would let her turn.

"You do have a nice ass though which gives me an idea," he reached back into the drawer and grabbed a vat of Vaseline and tossed it to Paulette.

"You get the pleasure of doing something to my wife that she never let me do. You get to fuck her up the ass."

"Oh god no...Joe, please its gunna hurt!" Lela pleaded turning back around only to have Joe smack her hard on the ass.

"What will hurt more, you getting a fake cock in your ass or getting a bullet in your head? Now turn the fuck around and I suggest you relax, baby or this little bitch will tear your asshole wide open."

Paulette was shaking and silently sobbing as Joe roughly grabbed her and lubed up the fake cock she was wearing.

"There, I dunno which one of you bitches is the 'guy' and which one is the ' woman' but tonight, you are gunna be the one doing the fucking."

He pulled Paulette by the strap-on and guided it up to his wife's anus rubbing the cock against her pink virgin hole. He tried to guide it in, but Lela screamed and fell against the bed pulling her ass out of reach.

He got behind Paulette and reached around her to grab his wife's hips, forcing Paulette to plunge the phallus into Lela's ass. "Well, wifey, looks like you just had your ass-cherry popped!"

"Fu—uuck—you—you fu—uuckken' bass-ass-tard!" Lela screamed between sobs. Her whole back was now drenched in sweat and her chest was heaving with sobs and cries.





The Christmas Present



"You penetrated her, now I want to see you fuck her good and hard! I don't want this bitch to be able to sit for a week." Joe leveled the gun to the back of Paulette's head, "And if I don't head a steady stream of cries, I will blow your brains all over your fuck-toy and take over the job myself!"

Paulette nodded mutely and said nothing as large tears washed down her cheeks. She plunged the cock into Lela's ass a few more pumps and listened to Lela's wailing. Blood was now dripping down and pooling up on the comforter on the bed. Joe sat back a bit and watched Paulette's round ass flexing as she fucked his wife and noticed how sexy it looked in the thong. His cock was now unbearably hard so he eased it out of his pants and stroked it a few times.

He set the gun down on the dresser and silently dropped his pants to the floor, totally unnoticed under Lela's screams. He walked closer to Paulette, reached around, and grabbed her tits. Paulette stopped her thrusts and stiffened under his touch. He could feel the hate coming off of her body and reached under the phallus to feel her clit. The vibrator was still humming away and he could feel the wetness drenching the fabric of the thong.

That was just about as much as he could take. He bent Paulette over his prone wife, sending the cock into her ass once again, and moved the thong away from Paulette's pussy.

He teased his cock against her downy pussy lips and felt her try to squirm away.

"Hmm, I wonder if this dyke has ever fucked a guy before." Joe asked, grabbing her head and turning it towards him. "You ever been fucked before?" Paulette was too mortified to actually answer she just shook her head in horror as she realized what was going to happen.

Joe wrenched Paulette up off of Lela and knocked his wife down to the floor. Her body fell but her hands were still handcuffed to the brass headboard.

"Now bitch you are going to watch as I fuck your little girlfriend here. What? Are you afraid once she has been impaled by a cock as nice as mine she will swear off women forever?"

Joe positioned her ass off the bed and knelt behind her spreading her legs wide apart. Her pussy was wet from the constant vibration so he felt he wouldn't need much lube. He placed his hands on her ass and eased her pussy back against his cock. Her rubbed the thick head of his penis against her hole feeling her tremble in fear. He paused just before plunging in to feel the tightness of her slick hole as eased his head in. Oh yeah, she was a virgin, he thought, she never has anything in this hole before. And that was when Joe rammed his cock full into Paulette's virgin pussy. She screamed as her pussy clamped down on this invading force, but then her hymen broke and the going got smoother.

"And now, Lela, your little dyke girlfriend broke her cherry too."

Paulette was crying and her sobs could be felt through her pussy as Joe fucked her. She was futilely trying to fight him off with her bound hands.

Then Paulette stopped her crying and relaxed her body. She could feel and odd sensation course through her and it felt almost akin to pleasure. What was happening? Was her body betraying herself even more?

She felt Joe plunging balls-deep inside her juicy quim and she was absent-mindedly wishing he would keep up the pace until her mind could sort out this wonderful building sensation. If he came, and stopped the plunging she might never get to see what was past the next horizon, what her body was leading her up to.

Finally when she reached the apex of her curiosity, she felt like a massive explosion went off, shuddering though her and causing her to scream aloud.

Behind her, Joe's tones softened. He was whispering softly and kissing her ear. He pulled out completely and was hugging Paulette's sweat drenched body against his.

"I hope that was as good as it sounded," Joe said to a very surprised Paulette.

Paulette turned around to look at Lela and found her smiling up at them.

"I love you baby," Joe said to Lela.

"I love you too. Merry Christmas. I'm glad you liked your present. Could you take the cuffs off now? They are so fucking tight!" 



The Christmas Present



I'd asked Peter several times what he wanted for Christmas. He would usually say that he was 'right' and didn't need anything. But a few times Peter did say that he would like me to sit for a photographic session, you know, the ones where they do your hair and make-up and have you pose in nice lingerie.

Of course the catch was that my husband Peter wanted the photos to be fairly explicit! I kept telling Peter that I wasn't in my twenties any more and although my figure has more or less remained unchanged for the last twenty years I was now a woman of forty one years of age. Of course he would counter by agreeing that yes I was still a slim woman "with the body of a twenty year old!" He couldn't see a problem. He would even add that if anything I had gotten even better with age as my boobs had grown to a nice 'C' cup. What a nice husband.

Peter had taken photos of me in various stages of undress a number of times over the years. Now in the age of digital photography I have submitted to a few very explicit gynaecological type poses for Peter but I guess these were not good enough for him. He wanted a professional who knew correct lighting and depth of field and focus techniques to capture me for posterity. Jokingly one night Peter suggested that a good friend of ours named Stefano might help.

We have known Stefano for about twenty years and he has always been into photography. Recently Stefano had become semi-professional. His work was mainly wildlife and landscapes. Stefano has a terrific sense of humour, which is often reflected in the articles he wrote for various magazines. He has been single for most of the time I've known him, which doesn't seem to bother him. He is only around five foot six, about an inch or two taller than I am. He is also a bit overweight but what he lacks in looks he makes up for in personality. Still he is not my type; but I still like him a lot as a friend and feel very comfortable in his presence. 

Peter told me he wouldn't have a problem with our old friend taking photos of me. Hell, my husband even thought that it might do Stefano some good to see some female flesh up close again!

Of course I didn't let on to Peter that I was seriously considering it. What the heck it might be a bit of fun, I remember thinking.

With only a few weeks to go until Christmas I decided to send Stefano an e-mail outlining my request. I mentioned that I was after some bikini and lingerie portraits taken and if we both felt comfortable with it maybe some partial nudity shots. Stefano quickly e-mailed me back, saying he would be delighted to be given the opportunity to help out. He had recently purchased a new digital camera that should help with the shoot nicely.

So then it was agreed that the weekend after next would suit us both. Peter would also be away at work for the next fortnight so he would be none the wiser.

During the week and a half preceding my photo shoot I went and had my pussy waxed leaving just a very small strip of pubic hair just above my slit. My bikini bottoms are very revealing so this was a necessity I felt. Then I worked on my tan whenever I could, sunbaking topless in my backyard, as one of the sets of lingerie I planned on wearing was of a very sexy see-through lace. I also decided that for a touch of detail I would change my silver belly-button bar and my hood ring for the beautiful gold set that Peter had bought me for our fourteenth wedding anniversary recently.

I had my fine, wavy, strawberry blond hair high-lighted the day before I was to go to Stefano's and applied a fresh coat of red nail-polish to both my finger and toe-nails. I felt well prepared.

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Stefano lives about an hour's drive out of town in a nice country area. He is the joint owner of a twenty-acre property with a friend of his named Anthony. The property has an appealing rustic charm about it. There is a large pool surrounded by tropical gardens as well as a spa.

Stefano has his studio in a large air-conditioned room upstairs of the main house. Anthony has a bungalow quite separate from the main house.

Stefano assured me we would have total privacy as Anthony was out for most of the afternoon. He suggested we get the bikini shots done around the pool first then move up to the studio for the more intimate lingerie shots.

I had bought a chilled bottle of white wine and some beer on the way out to Stefano's. I was a bit nervous when I arrived but Stefano soon made me feel at ease with his jokes and stories.

I decided to have a beer with Steve (I liked to call him Steve as it is less formal) as we discussed the type of shots that I was after. Steve had a selection of magazines that we went through to get some ideas. He was very helpful pointing out various poses that would look good around the pool. Sports Illustrated had some nice bikini shots that I felt might do for starters. There were several men's magazines with some fairly tasteful nude and semi-nude poses that I hinted I might also like to try.

As Steve was setting up his camera I went and got changed into one of my favourite Wicked Weasel bikinis. The top is just a small triangular tie at the back halter and the bottoms are a very brief g-string; all in basic black. My husband loves the g-string as there is a seam running up the front in the middle that gives me a very pronounced "camels toe" as Pete likes to call it.

After slipping on a short sarong I met Stefano out by the pool. He paid me a nice polite compliment or two before suggesting we make a start.

The first series of shots were mainly of me lying around the pool, which I felt quite comfortable with. Then Steve suggested I stand up against the trunk of a smooth palm tree and move around a bit. I still had the sarong on and I became a little bolder. As Steve was shooting I slowly turned my back on him and poked out my firm little butt, gradually working the sarong up to expose my sun-tanned cheeks.

It wasn't long before the sarong was off. Steve appeared to barely notice the cut of my tiny g-string, although he did take some close-ups.

After about half an hour Stefano asked me if I was happy with the way it was going. As I felt very comfortable posing for him I suggested maybe we do a few slightly more "risque" shots, similar to some of the Picture magazine spreads. Of course this was fine by him, he said. So with my back to him I slowly removed my top to the clicking sound of Steve's camera. Then with my fingers in the band of my g-string I very gradually slid them down to my ankles, bending over as I went.

As I stepped out of my bottoms I walked over to the edge of the pool to lay on my back with my knee closest to Steve raised slightly. I closed my eyes and caressed myself slowly. My nipples were erect moments after I had touched them. I felt naughty lying there as Steve continued to take photos of me in the nude.

It was a fairly humid day, a typical sort of hot early Wet Season day and I was starting to look forward to moving up-stairs to Stefano's studio and into the air-conditioning so we could continue with the lingerie modelling. I decided to have a quick dip in the pool to cool off first, so still naked, I slipped into the refreshing water.

Steve took another final series of pictures of me as I slowly swam around. I noticed he was looking a bit hot too as sweat was trickling down his forehead, so I suggested he have a break and jump in the pool with me. I didn't need to say it twice and he quickly took his shirt off and still wearing his shorts casually hopped in the pool with me. Steve was the proper gentleman though and kept his distance as we talked. I must say, there is something very erotic about swimming naked and I found myself quite turned-on by the whole situation. My nipples were fully erect and I felt a warm and tingly feeling in my pussy!

Steve asked if I was sure that Peter would be all right with what we were doing. I assured him that Peter would be fine with it, "besides", I said, "Peter has said many a time that if I was going to screw some guy he wanted photos; explicit photos!" You should have seen the look on Steve's face when I told him that.

Now don't get me wrong, I had no intention of fucking our friend Stefano. After all he was a good friend and I didn't want to spoil that. He is also a bit too short for me; I like my men tall and rugged looking, like Peter. 

We both agreed that we should hop out of the pool so we could get on with the next phase of the photo shoot; the lingerie shots.

Steve had hopped out and was sitting on the steps leading to the edge of the pool and I was reluctant to get out at first, even though he had already seen me naked, it had been from a slight distance. Emerging from the pool now would be just a bit too close, I thought, so I asked him if he would get me a towel first.

Stefano brought a couple of towels out and placed them on the table where we had our drinks earlier. I took a deep breath and slowly emerged up the steps and walked over; Steve took the opportunity to take another series of photos. He said my wet body was reflecting the natural light beautifully, so he was able to capture some terrific full-frontal photos.

I grabbed the towel and stood only a few feet from him. With my legs slightly parted I slowly dried myself to the sound of Steve's camera beeping madly as he took some more photos.

With the towel now around me I sat down. Steve had opened my bottle of wine and poured me a full glass; he then opened himself up another beer. We talked and joked around a bit more while I waited for my hair to dry out at the ends.

Half an hour later, and on my second glass of Chardonnay I was up-stairs in Steve's studio in my finest, sexiest lingerie. I had touched-up my make up and re-applied my red lipstick. It was time for the portrait shots. Again he made me feel very comfortable with his casual manner and I had no trouble trying out the different poses he suggested.

We did a series of shots on a couch, and then I changed into another set of lingerie. This was a lacy black set that was quite see-through; the tiny g-string covered practically nothing. This time I moved onto Steve's very large bed. The wine was having an effect on me at this stage, as I am not a very big drinker, and most of my remaining inhibitions were fading gradually. 

I had on a pair of sexy stiletto high-heels and had put on some of my fine gold jewellery, which complemented my tan nicely. I felt pretty sexy and hoped that I looked the part too. I crawled around the bed on my hands and knees, poking my butt towards Steve's lens. I then laid on my back, pulling my legs into the air and very slowly spread my legs apart as Steve photographed me. I was really beginning to enjoy myself acting out the part of being an exhibitionist.

I thought about the type of pictures that I knew my husband liked, you know the Penthouse and Picture Premium shots that showed the lot! Hmmm, maybe? I thought pensively. Well I then decided to get into the classic 'doggie position', you know, with my backside poking up into the air. Steve was behind me. With my head and shoulders resting on the bed I reached behind and very slowly slid my g-string down to my knees. Stefano was very close to me at this stage and I knew he would have had a perfect view of my puffy pussy lips from between my slightly parted thighs. This is what Peter wanted, right? Well he was going to get it!

I slipped a leg out of my 'g' and with my eyes closed I began to rub my lips apart. I felt very juicy. Steve just kept telling how fantastic it looked. He said he just loved my body jewellery, as now I was sure he had an unrestricted view of my little gold clitoral-hood ring.

I was so turned on at this stage that I began to rub my clit as Steve kept on taking photos from all sorts of different angles. He told me I was being a bit cruel, as he hadn't been this close to a naked woman for a long time. Even so, not once did he attempt to touch me; I knew I had given him an erection, but he still managed to contain himself.

I was so engrossed in rubbing my hard little clit that I barely registered when I heard another voice in the room. I opened my eyes and there, standing not more than ten feet from me by the open door was Anthony! I gasped when I saw him and he looked as surprised as I did but he certainly wasn't averting his gaze from me so I quickly pulled a loose bed-sheet over my body.

Steve just cracked up laughing. The look on our faces he said was priceless. Of course he was still able to get a few more frames off like a true professional! 

Anthony apologised for barging in, he said that he didn't realise we would be doing "porn shots!" 

I had reached over for my glass of wine, my third glass, and in a few minutes I had gotten over my initial shock and complete embarrassment. I didn't know Anthony all that well, but while Stefano and himself were joking with one another I found myself sizing up the intruder. Hmm, tall, rugged, about Peter's age although not quite as good looking as my husband. I wondered?

I soon finished my third wine and with an impish look on my face I looked straight at Anthony, and, cleared my throat a little. Then, I asked him if he would like to do a bit of modelling with me? He looked around a bit shyly and then replied, "Yeah...why not, what sort of stuff did you have in mind?" 

Gulping a little I said, "Oh, mmm, I don't know...maybe a bit of soft porn?"

You should have seen his eyes light up. I wondered what my husband was going to think of the next series of photos that I had in mind. Still I had absolutely no intention of fucking Anthony; he was just going to be a 'prop' of sorts.

Anthony readily agreed, he probably thought to himself that he was 'in'. Well that was not going to be the case. So I quickly clarified things again, 'soft porn only' okay! Also I stipulated that I didn't want Anthony to see me completely naked, heck, we hardly knew each other! So it was decided that he would wear a blindfold during the shoot, to which he readily agreed.

Steve suggested we make the shoot look like a story. Like the 'couples' pages of magazines like Penthouse and others. So I put on a very short mini-skirt for the effect and still wore my lacy black bra and stilettos. With Anthony standing in front of me I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly unbuckled his jeans, sliding them to the floor. 

The next shock was mine. He wasn't wearing any underwear (which is not uncommon with fellows here in the tropics) and his cock was rapidly swelling before my eyes! His circumcised knob was large, his shaft thick and veiny. He looked to be about as thick as my husband Peter's cock. I did notice that Anthony's cock was only slightly longer than Peter's own six and a half inches, but he wasn't quite fully erect...yet!

I reached towards his cock and Stefano continued to take photos. His hard cock felt big and hot in my delicate hand. I lent forward and opened my mouth. Slowly I poked out my tongue and got to within an inch of licking his large helmet-shaped purple knob, Steve's camera busily capturing all the action in close-up. But I didn't let my lips touch his throbbing cock. This was soft porn...remember!

Next scene, well, I was just aching to have my sweet little pussy licked. I just love to have my pussy licked! What girl doesn't? So I then lay back down onto the bed lifting my skirt up and pulling Anthony's blindfolded head down towards my now spread thighs. I asked him to stick out his tongue as far as it would go. Then holding his head with one hand and spreading my hairless pussy lips with the other I positioned myself so close to his mouth that I could feel his warm breath on my cunt. Stefano took more photos. Oh, it was so tempting to rub my cunt in his face...

Next scene, this time I was a bit more 'daring'. After removing my lacy black bra I had Anthony move up onto me a bit further. Only this time I brought his head down onto my bare breast. He needed very little encouragement I must say. Within moments his mouth was fastened onto my right nipple! He started to run his hand over my near naked body while he sucked noisily on my firm breast.

I allowed him to open my legs even further apart with his knee and hand. His roaming hand now moved closer and closer to my moist pussy. When he was almost there I reached down and stopped him from going any further. Of course more photos were taken. This was going good so far, I thought. Peter was in for a surprise for sure as he really didn't think I had it in me to do something like this.

Next scene, I had Anthony lay on his back. His cock had swollen up even more! I was now sure that he was at least an inch...or maybe longer, than before. This time I hitched up my skirt even higher and straddled him. You know, reverse cowgirl style where I was now facing his feet. Kneeling on one leg and with my other stilettoed foot on the bed I positioned myself above his big thick cock. I reached down and held his pole up, pointing it towards the very moist entrance to my pleasure tunnel. 

Slowly but surely I lowered myself down. I could see the clear liquid of Anthony's pre-cum glistening on the end of his erection. Then, with my other hand I gently spread my outer labia apart. 

By this stage Anthony was groaning softly, I knew he wanted more. Heck, even I wanted more! I wanted to be filled with hard cock. These photos shoots aren't easy you know!

But no! I just couldn't. I could feel Anthony trying hard to force me down lower. I resisted as best I could. But he was quite strong. His large knob was almost there, almost touching my hairless entrance. He continued to wrestle me down even further. 

Then I could feel it! His cock-head brushed against my moist little slit...just briefly. I was really having trouble keeping any distance now and again his large cock rubbed against my little hole, parting my lips open further.

Anthony's moans were getting louder and he was trying to thrust upwards into me desperately. Then suddenly he cried out, "Oh no...oh fuck..." and I could feel his cock begin to pulsate. I could feel it in my hand throbbing. His body seemed to stiffen up suddenly. 

Then it happened. Suddenly a great spurt of cum gushed out of his cock. I could hear Steve saying excitedly, "The money shot.... job well done Anthony." And laugh heartily, all the while capturing the whole 'scene' on film. Well sorta film.

Anthony's massive ejaculation had squirted all over my poor little pussy, I'm sure the force of it even shot some of his cum inside of me! He gradually released his firm grip on my hips and I sat down on his belly. I still had a grip on his throbbing cock and I ran my hand up and down his length several more times until he had completely finished coming, then I stroked him a bit more to be sure!

He was still groaning, I was now laughing and Stefano said it was fantastic, as he was able to capture it all on 'film'. Anthony apologised, explaining that it had been a long time since he had sex last and what just happened with me was the most erotic thing to ever happen to him. I didn't mind, after all it was just a bit of fun...wasn't it?

I couldn't help myself now and started to rub myself back and forth along his stomach and chest, wiping his sticky cum onto him. I then said to Anthony, "Well you still haven't had sex, have you big boy!" Thinking to myself how close I was to actually letting him plunge his big rod into my aching pussy only moments before.

I looked over and noticed Steve still had a bulge in his shorts. When I mentioned this to him he told me he now had the worst case of 'blue balls' ever! Steve commented about how lucky he thought Anthony was. I must admit, I felt a bit sorry for Steve's condition but hey, I was also very worked-up. I needed to come too! I just knew it wouldn't take very long to get me off if I rubbed my clit for a little bit. 




The Christmas Present



Anyway Steve suggested just one or two more 'scenes' to finish the whole set off. You know, a simulated penetration shot (I was almost ready for a 'real' penetration shot, I gotta tell you!). Anthony's cock was still fairly hard and I was very tempted to force it in my juicy cunt if I could get away with it. My clitty really needed a good rubbing too. Better not get too carried away, I thought to myself.

I moved back down Anthony's body and I again straddled him. This time cowgirl style with me facing his sticky chest. With his semi-hard cock resting down along his belly I sat myself down. I could feel his length pressing against my vagina spreading my lips open as I moved back and forth again, slightly. 

From the rear Steve said it looked authentic enough for his intended photos. I could feel Anthony getting harder. When I rocked my hips forward I was able to rub my clit along his shaft. Fuck it felt soooo good! Steve said he had enough shots for that scene. I barely heard him. Now I was groaning and my eyes were closed tightly. I moved my hips a little faster. I knew I was close to having my own orgasm. Anthony was feeling my jiggling breasts and I didn't bother to try and stop him, it felt gooood.

My swollen lips were either side of his shaft. Then I felt it. My orgasm started in the pit of my stomach extending down through to my pussy. My cunt muscles began to contract as I came. I knew I was calling out, stuff like, "Oh... yesss... oh... yesss." 

I felt something warm and wet land on my buttock. My orgasm was gradually subsiding and I felt another splatter on my butt. I could feel my toes had curled up tightly as they do when I have an intense orgasm, especially a clitoral orgasm. Oh fuck I am sorry Peter but I needed that, I remember thinking.

Then it dawned on me. I had stopped moaning and my eyes were beginning to focus again. Anthony was tweaking my hard nipples still. I turned my head around just in time to see my good friend, my professional photographer Stefano with his cock in his hand squirt the last drop of his semen over my slightly upturned backside. The cheeky bastard, I thought, but then who could blame him, heh?

I collapsed onto the bed next to Anthony. Steve lay down next to me. I could not believe what had just happened. What a weird situation, we had now all come and there had been no 'real' fucking, can you believe it?

Anthony had taken his blindfold off sometime when I was coming and was gently caressing me as I lay there next to him. He was whispering in my ear that he wanted to really fuck me now. His cock was rampant. He moved his hand down to my wet slit and I let him gradually work a finger into my little hole. I even made it easier for him by opening my legs wider, almost involuntarily, so he could slide his finger in and out of my very juicy pussy. 

I looked over and watched as Steve removed his shorts. I didn't say a word, although my heart was pounding faster at what was now happening. Steve was watching in earnest while his friend finger-fucked me in front of him. I closed my eyes again and remember thinking that I shouldn't be doing this, after all I was a happily married woman, wasn't I? But I let it continue. Sorry Peter.

I opened my eyes briefly to see Steve playing with his cock; right about the same time Anthony inserted a second finger in me! It was starting to feel nice, very nice. Steve began to run his hand over my breasts. Again I said nothing when he lowered his face and began to suck first one hard nipple, then the next.

I closed my eyes again when Anthony moved his head down my body, his tongue flicking and licking me as he closed in on my honey pot. "Oh...mmm...yes that's it...ahhh," I cried out when Anthony's tongue began to rasp away at my clitoris. Steve had a hold of my hand and placed it around his partly erect penis. I moved my hand up and down and felt him grow harder. I found it increasingly hard to concentrate though because of Anthony's marvellous job on my clit. I ground my pussy against his face and felt his fingers drive in deeper and deeper.

Steve moved up the bed and grabbed the back of my head then brought my face down onto his cock. I offered very little resistance to his obvious wants, and started to lick his hard knob. I was grateful that his cock was smaller than my husband's cock which I had some trouble getting in my mouth at times. Slowly I opened my mouth and let Stefano's cock-head push past my lips. I began to suck him off with little difficultly, and was soon bobbing my head up and down his now very hard shaft. 

Anthony slipped his well-lubricated fingers out of my slit and began to gently insert a digit into my tight bum-hole. I relaxed my sphincter muscle as best I could as he gently forced his finger in. At the same time he inserted his other finger back inside my hungry cunt. My hips were gyrating and rocking madly. It felt goood!

Anthony took a breather for a minute to watch me giving Steve head. I promptly stopped sucking cock long enough to tell Anthony to keep working on my clit! I was very close to coming again.

With renewed vigour Anthony was flicking his tongue over my hood-ring and my rock-hard little bud. Steve kept telling me what a fucking good job I was doing on his cock. Thanks Steve. 

My orgasm came upon me suddenly. Anthony was now thrusting his fingers in me rapidly and tonguing me hard. I grabbed his head and ground my aching pussy into his face. Oh fuck I have to tell you it was goood....sooo damn goood! My orgasm swept over me with great intensity. I knew I was groaning out loudly, very loudly. Steve's cock slipped from my mouth and I felt a beautiful release in my loins as my orgasm peaked, then slowly subsided. 

I had barely had time to recover, and I knew my pussy was still contracting slightly but Anthony didn't waste anytime now. He wanted me while before I could say no! He quickly rolled me onto my side, lifting my leg up from beneath the knee. Steve had his cock back in my mouth again as Anthony positioned himself behind me. I could feel his cock probing between my open thighs and I moved a hand down to his penis and rubbed his manhood along my slick entrance. 

Anthony slowly, very slowly eased himself into my juicy pussy. His large knob prised my tight slit open and inch by inch he fed his length into me. Again, I had lost my concentration on sucking Steve's cock as Anthony began to work his love muscle in and out, slowly getting deeper. I was thoroughly enjoying his long firm strokes; my cunt now stretched open wider to accommodate his girth. One of his hands held my leg up from under my thigh and the other hand had a firm grip on my hip closest to the bed. It was sooo good!

I hadn't even noticed when Steve get off the bed, my eyes were firmly shut again as I enjoyed Anthony fucking me from behind. When I did briefly open my glazed eyes I could see he was making the best of this photo opportunity and was recording my first fuck with someone other than my husband in many years. Oh God, girls, hey you just gotta do it, even if only once every now and then 'cause it feels sooo wicked to fuck someone 'new' I tell you!

Anthony kept asking me if I liked it as he increased his pace. Well of course I liked it! So I told him to grab my hips and really give it to me, like fuck me real hard. I just love to be banged hard! The harder the better. Like a good man he obligingly began to really thrust in with long powerful strokes. His large cock filling me like no one else ever before! I was gripping the bed and groaning out loudly, continually telling him to fuck me harder, fuck me harder, and to go on give it to me! You could hear my juicy cunt squelching with his every stroke. He was telling me what a tight hole I had. It was an amazing fuck, probably because of the build-up and the forbidden fruit thing. I was just going wild.

Then I told him breathlessly, "Oh...don't stop...ummm don't stop... I'm... coming..." Well this must have been what he was waiting for because he moaned in my ear that he was about to blow. He was telling me how he was going to blow his wad deep in my pussy. He was going to fill me with his seed. Oh God, I just love dirty talk when I'm being fucked...just ask Peter. I love being called a slut and all sorts of names when he fucks me (now I am a dirty little slut, Peter, and loving it!) when he can.

My third orgasm swept over me at the same time that I felt Anthony push himself into me as deep as he could go. He grunted wildly and I actually felt his ejaculation squirt inside my ravaged pussy! His cock pulsated for several seconds longer as he emptied the last of his seed into me. 

We lay there gasping for breath for a few minutes as we recovered. I opened my eyes to see Stefano sitting on the bed again, stroking his nice looking erection. Steve looked at me and said, "Hey, I wouldn't mind some of that too." I smiled and said back to him, "You've gotta be joking?" He wasn't.

So, just as Anthony's softening manhood had barely slipped out of my sloppy cunt, Stefano rolled me onto my stomach. I didn't even try to fight it much, but I did say to him no more for awhile. He didn't appear to listen.

Anthony moved out of the way and Steve grabbed my hips and lifted my butt into the air so I was kneeling, face down. My little skirt was hiked right up around my waist. I was still in a bit of a daze and truthfully didn't have the energy to stop him (true story, Hubby!). "Oh not doggies?" was all I could manage to whimper, in an attempt to stop him as he manoeuvred himself behind me. "Surely you don't want to fuck me, not just after your friend has had his big cock up there and filled me with cum?" I asked him.

"Hey, Lisa I haven't had a fuck in well over a year, so don't think I am going to pass up an opportunity like this," Stefano informed me matter-of-fact like. How could I deny him any longer? You do understand, don't you my dear Peter?

My face was resting on the bed, my hands gripping the sheets. Steve now had a firm hold on my smooth round buttocks and he pushed them apart forcefully. Without any hesitation he quickly slipped his cock in easily and was soon fucking me like there was no tomorrow! I just let him do it to me; hey it didn't even feel too bad! 

While he fucked me he said to me, "Come on Lisa, you can't blame me can you?" He did have a point. "No, not really," I said softly back to him. I was now beginning to enjoy it some more, doggies is one of my favourite positions you see. My husband generally blows very quickly this way too. Says he just loves to see his cock slip in and out of my hairless pussy, says his cock draws my inner-lips out with his strokes which looks great (according to him). Men are funny creatures aren't they? 

Every time Steve thrust in I could hear my pussy squelching noisily with all my love juice and cum in there. I was sooo wet! After a few minutes of Steve's methodical screwing, he withdrew himself completely. I asked him not to stop and to just fuck me (see the little slut coming out in me now?) I almost begged him to finish off!. He was soon running a finger in my gooey pussy, commenting on how beautiful my smooth hairless flaps looked. I again told him to just get on with it. How's that, I was really asking for it now. 

Then I felt him slip his well-lubricated finger in my little bum-hole. It had gone in surprisingly easy. I am sure that with the amount of juice all over my two holes it had helped him considerably. I still can't believe I let him do it! (Are you mad, Peter?) His finger loosened me up some more. It even felt nice...in a weird sort of way. Steve removed his finger and you wouldn't believe it, almost instantly I felt his hard smallish dick prodding my backdoor! What was I doing? My dear husband had to wait more than fifteen years to fuck me in the butt. Of course his cock is sooo much bigger than Stefano's so I had an excuse, didn't I? He had moved so fast that I had no time to stop him. His firm grip on my hips increased as he applied more pressure and his cock entered almost without resistance. His preparations had done the trick. 

"Steve you bastard," I said, as he quickly slipped his cock all the way in. "What was wrong with my fanny?" I had to ask. Why do you men always want to fuck us in the ass? He reckoned my cunt was good too, but it was a bit 'stretched' from his friend's cock. Bastard, I thought, I haven't got a big pussy! 

I sighed resignedly as Steve started to fuck my ass. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Before too long I was actually starting to enjoy the feeling, again in a weird kind of fashion, it was sort of...well...nice! When my husband Peter fucked me in my butt the one and only time, he came in record time (even for him!), I think it was the thrill of finally entering my 'forbidden territory' that put him over the edge. Steve was already going at it longer than my husband was able to (poor dear hubby). 

Steve urgently pounded away while gripping my hips. He would tell me how great it looked, how wonderful it felt, every so often in between thrusts. Several times he reached beneath me and played with my pussy ring and fondled my swinging breasts. Unfortunately I wasn't about to come I knew, it just felt too weird. Maybe if I did it a few more times with someone built like Stefano I could? Or if someone were to lick my clit from underneath it would probably help. My goodness, what was I thinking again? 

After nearly two or three minutes Steve increased his pace considerably. I could feel his ball-bag slap against my swollen slick pussy with every thrust. Suddenly he banged into to me harder and I whimpered softly. Steve almost yelled out (he has a very loud voice at the best of times, and I guess this was one of those!) stuff like, "Ah...fuck yes...oh yeah...this is fucking wonderful." And I knew he was coming... in my backdoor! I think I could even feel it, I know I could feel the heat of it anyway. I truly felt like a dirty little slut now, I can tell you, two men had now cum inside me within minutes of each other and I was now filled to overflowing in both of my holes!

Stefano's grip on my bottom relaxed and I moved forward a little. I felt his slug pop out of my anus and a dribble of his cum oozed back out. You wouldn't believe his next request, he begged me to stay in my present position so he could snap off a few more photos.

Well, I humoured him and with my head still resting on the bed and my bare butt poking up in the air he fired away. Capturing images of both of my holes looking well and truly fucked! I guessed that they were now both pretty much gaping wide open, with copious amounts of man juice oozing out (this certainly was the case, I know, after seeing the photos later. Yuck!). Anthony even helped out by holding my butt cheeks apart for a better view! While Steve took the photos I smiled inwardly, wondering if my good husband would appreciate such detailed images of his dirty little wife's cum filled holes displayed in such a way. 

There I was, with one of my high-heels now missing, cum spots all over the back of my good black skirt that was still hitched up above my waist. My lacy black bra and g-string lay strewn to one side of the messed up bed and lipstick was smeared around my cock-sucking lips. What a sight I must have made. Anthony couldn't help himself and just had to run his fingers across my gooey, swollen labia, parting my tender flaps for the camera. Men are such animals! "That's it, no more!" I cried, before finally collapsing down onto the bed.

Ten minutes must have passed as we all lay there recovering. Anthony and Stefano were gently massaging me, from my head to my toes (they seemed to spend more time rubbing my butt apart, I noticed). It felt really nice and I nearly fell asleep. That was, until they both asked me if I was willing to try a sandwich, you know, one in each hole at the same time! I came out of my daze instantly. 

"Forget it boys," I said, "You've both had your fun." They even looked surprised when I quickly jumped up off the bed telling them I was going downstairs to have a shower. Just as well too, 'cause Anthony looked like he was rearing to go again! As I left the studio I could still hear him calling out to me that he would be happy with just another fuck, a normal fuck...or two! Sorry, not today! The effects of the wine had started to wear off, boys.

I was ready to go home about half an hour later. I had collected all my things together and went to look for the two men. I found them sitting by the pool drinking beer. They were both naked still and both were looking very happy with themselves I must admit.

I told them I was going home and they saw me to my car. Both of them thanked me for coming over and extended the welcome to pop in again soon, real soon. I told them I would think about it (the sandwich idea started to have some appeal, I thought, was it possible to be even sluttier than what I had just been?). 

They still couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces. They both gave me a lingering kiss on the lips (Anthony used the opportunity to feel me up under my clean dress, cheeky bugger) and I realised that it was the first time our lips had touched, funny hey considering what we had just done?

*  *  *

My husband returned home for his R & R later that week. He didn't suspect a thing. We had a good week together before he had to go back to work. He said he loved my tan and the neat wax job I had done on my pussy too (he wasn't the only one, lol). He even bought me some new lingerie and talked dirty to me nearly every time we fucked. I smiled knowingly as Peter slammed into me in ways very similar to the fucking I had received from Stefano and Anthony several days earlier. Mmm, was Peter in for a surprise!


It was two days before Christmas when I dropped Peter off at the airport for another stint away at work. As we were saying our goodbyes to each other I gave him two presents. One was of a fairly large rectangular shape; the other one was also rectangular but a lot thinner.

I told him not to open either of them before Christmas. And then that it was very important he opened the large one first. I was very clear with this point. I said he would spoil the surprise otherwise.

As my husband's plane took off I thought about his presents. The first one was a very professional portfolio that Stefano had put together for me. It was in two parts and consisted of my poolside modelling shots, just the best ones of course, and one quite tasteful full frontal nude included. The second part of the portfolio was a nice selection of my lingerie poses. The very last photo in the portfolio was of me kneeling in the 'doggie' position with my g-string pulled down. Yes, there I was holding my smooth hairless labia apart with my fingers, my inner lips looked moist and slightly swollen with excitement. Good choice, don't you think?

But of course that was not all. When my loving husband opens his second present, well...(love to be a fly on the wall then) he will see a beautifully framed portrait of his lovely wife lying on her side on a large bed. Her pretty gold jewellery reflecting the soft light. Her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly parted. She is leaning back on one elbow. He will see that her favourite black mini-skirt is hitched up around her waist. Her tanned breasts are bare, and both nipples are erect and in full view. 

Yes my good husband will also undoubtedly soon notice that his wife of many years has her left leg pulled up high, brazenly exposing the fact that she hasn't any underwear on. His eyes should be drawn to her very neatly waxed pussy with its narrow strip of fine pubic hair just above the small gold ring protruding from her clitoral hood.

And yes, undoubtedly Peter will most certainly, most definitely notice how his faithful wife of many years (must tell him one day about my other little, hmm, indiscretions!) has her pussy lips straining around a very large cock that is glistening with generous amounts of her lubrication. 




The Christmas Present



The identity of the man who has his cock buried deep in his wife's pussy is completely anonymous; his head is just out of shot in the otherwise marvellously detailed photo.

Mmm, yes I do wish I could see his face when he opens that second present. Oops! I did forget to tell him to open his presents in total privacy! What would his work associates think of me if they were to see me like that? Goodness, they would probably think Peter was married to a dirty little slut, wouldn't they? Boy o'boy, I think they would probably be right too! No stopping me now, Peter. I think I am a dirty little slut now! (What do you think?)

I really hope my husband likes the inscription that I carefully wrote on the bottom left corner of that nicely framed portrait.

To my dear Peter,

The things I do for you!
Merry Christmas '04,

From your loving wife,

Lisa xxxxx

*  *  *  *  *



The Christmas Present



Based Upon the Real Life

Experiences of my Online Friend Paul

Most people would consider what we did to be wrong. A few would say it was okay, but mostly out of prurient interest. A few others, those who have been through the experience themselves and understand the emotional impact, would claim that it's both. My son and I are certainly in that last category.

I knew even before Paul did, that he had a problem. One morning when I was 36 and Paul had just turned 18, I came downstairs dressed in only my bathrobe to make Paul breakfast. After a minute or two of wandering back and forth between refrigerator and cupboard, cabinet and sink, chatting with him aimlessly as mothers do with their children, I realized that Paul's eyes were following me everywhere I went. I was bent over at the time with the front of my robe hanging open loosely. Although the angle was wrong, I could feel the intensity of his desire to see my bare breasts. It shocked me, to say the least. I reacted as any mother would, jerking upright and covering myself, blushing madly as I did so. It was the last time I let myself be around Paul in nothing but my bathrobe.

Paul's preoccupation with me increased. He was very popular at school and something of a jock; the girl's of course, simply loved him. But no sooner would a relationship with a girl begin, than things would turn sour. Two or three weeks would pass, a month, maybe two months, during which time I'd feel his interest as strongly as I would any admirer. It was embarrassing, and sometimes a bit on the frightening side. Because, no matter how much I told myself it was just teenage infatuation--Puppy Love, in other words--another, more deeply-rooted part of my psyche insisted that I was ignoring--possibly even engendering--a dangerous situation. I know this because, I had dangerous feelings for Paul in return.

"Soccer Mom!" he greeted me coming in the front door one evening. Actually, this was his favorite greeting to me. I routinely shuttled his teammates to soccer and basketball games, to football and baseball games, also to his tennis matches depending upon the season. "Mom's Taxi" we called the Voyager. 

Normally, I loathed the big ugly vehicle. But you can't transport half-a-dozen testosterone-pumped 18-year-old's around in a Lexus SUV, no matter how big you think it is. And they certainly wouldn't fit into Melvin's beautifully restored Buick LeSabre, and of course, not into Paul's Chevy pickup.

Ever had half-a-dozen or more testosterone-pumped 18-year-old's checking out your breasts? Just one of the joys of being a Soccer Mom.

Dropping his backpack just inside the door, and his parka on the back of his father's chair, Paul crossed to where I sat and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Gonna be at the game Friday night?" he inquired. 

"Are you going to be at the game Friday night?" I corrected.

He grinned at me, and I looked back at him over the rims of my reading glasses, suppressing a grin.

"Like I said," he joked. "Gonna be there?"

"Of course, I'll be there." I sighed, shaking my head. 

He sat down next to me on the couch.

"Whatcha reading, doll?"

I showed him the cover and waited for his sarcastic denouement. His nose pinched.. "Chick shit," he pronounced.

"Don't curse," I admonished.

"Whatever. You driving us?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"The game's at Walter Johnson."

That day I had worn a brown angora sweater over a white turtleneck and black leggings to work; I still had them on. Glancing down, I noticed that the swell of my breasts was perfectly delineated by the clingy sweater. I shifted uncomfortably and he looked away.

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

"Pork chops, green beans, mashed potatoes and corn."

His stomach rumbled noisily. "Sounds great. When are you going to make it?"

"Your sister's in there making it right now," I said, again suppressing a grin.

His expression soured immediately. He looked in the direction of the kitchen, where Joanna, from the sound of her furious soft cursing, was industriously ruining dinner.

"Do not make fun of your sister's cooking," I warned him.

"But, Mom--"

"She's 20 years old and badly needs the experience." Home from school for Spring Break, Joanna had graciously offered to prepare tonight's meal. Though filled with trepidation not much different than that of her brother, I had graciously accepted. "She'll do just fine," I assured him.

In counterpoint, there came the clatter of a dropping pan and Joanna's outraged exclamation of anger.

"Maybe I should go help her," I said, rising quickly.

He rose, as I arose. "Have my present all picked out?" he asked.

I smoothed the sweater over my tummy, glad to have it no longer delineating my breasts. "All picked out, bought and wrapped up," I acknowledged. 

He looked toward the kitchen, wincing at the sound of a dropped lid. "You're okay with my list of friends?" he pressed.

"Invite a few more," I offered. "I'm sure we can find space in the laundry room." Between friends and family members, it looked like a record-setting 19th birthday party.

He winked at me and headed upstairs while I headed for the kitchen to see what catastrophe waited.

* * *

Three days later, we held what I came to remember as the Birthday Party from Hell. Not only did a crowd of invited friends swell all out of proportion to the square-footage of our house, but alcohol and some very potent-smelling marijuana found its way into the basement. I can't tell you how many times I yelled at Paul to turn down the music, nor how many inappropriately locked-together couples I separated in my wanderings. Although no proof ever surfaced, I'm told that two classmates copulated with their boyfriends in the downstairs bathroom. When finally I herded the last of them out the front door after midnight, I was a complete wreck.

"You are never having another birthday," I growled at Paul. 

He locked the front door and glanced at me in surprise. "I thought it went good," he said defensively.

I really was fuming. "The Roman's thought it was going well as they fed Christian's to the lions," I said hotly.

"Mom!" he protested, snickering.

"Oh, go to bed," I said disgustedly. "We'll clean this up in the morning."

We did not wait until the morning, but spent the next hour and a half picking up the mess, working both individually and together. We spoke very little, but with the passing minutes my mood lightened so that finally, when we turned off the downstairs lights and I accompanied him upstairs, I had my arm around his waist.

"Thanks, Mom," he whispered outside his door.

I didn't want to awaken either Melvin or Joanna, so I eased Paul into his bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. Even so, I gave my response in a whisper.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, Paul."

"You didn't yell at me," he said dismissively. "Besides, things really did get out of hand there for awhile." He rolled his eyes, laughing softly, telling me about one of the trysts in the downstairs bathroom.

"Oh, please," I said, rubbing the middle of my forehead. "Tell me that didn't really happen."

"Sorry," he said, still laughing softly.

"It isn't funny, Paul. What if that girl gets pregnant?"

"Girl's get pregnant all the time," he reminded me.

"Not in my downstairs bathroom, they don't." I sighed, giving up on being upset. "Did you like your present?"

He instantly brightened. "Shit, yeah! It was the greatest." 

Carefully, he placed the iPad2 on the top of his dresser. He'd showed it off all night, as though it were a bar of gold. Then he darted forward and grabbed me in a hug, and planted a kiss on my right cheek.

"You're the greatest too," he said.

Now, I've been hugged and kissed on the cheek any number of times by Paul. This time was no different, should have been no different anyway, but having his arms suddenly around me, having my breasts mashed up against his chest, smelling his strong aroma of aftershave, deodorant, sweat and testosterone, my breath caught in my throat and suddenly my blood pressure shot into the stratosphere. Embarrassed, I looked numbly at the iPad and mumbled something instantly forgettable.

There was an embarrassed silence. Then Paul said in an oddly constrained voice: "Mom? Can I kiss you?"

I blinked at him. "You just did," I said stupidly.

"No," he said, leaning forward. "Like this."

Suddenly his lips were on mine, and try as I might to stop it, there was no stopping the instinctual movement of my lips in response. 

"Paul," I said, pushing back. My hand rose and I touched my lips with my trembling fingertips. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" he said, innocently.

"That!" I said feverishly. In truth, I was in a fever from being kissed. Kissing had sent blood rushing to my face and every other part of my dermis. I was suddenly itchy all over and scratched both my forearms, and my right underarm. There was a totally unwelcome tingling between my legs that made me want to go screaming from the room. I felt horrified.

"Paul," I said. "You can't kiss your mother like that."

"I don't want to kiss anybody else," he came back.

I shook my head, exasperated. "You could have so many girlfriends."

"The only girlfriend I want," he said, taking half a step toward me again, "is you."

I turned around and left the room.

* * *

For two months, things remained status-quo. Paul watched me like a calculating, long-suffering suitor. I made sure he didn't get close enough to set off another critical chain-reaction. However, things will always reach a boil when the fire's on, no matter how closely you watch the pot. Eventually it did with us. 

It was Christmas Eve last year. Melvin had a mid-morning flight out of Philadelphia into O'Hare Airport in Chicago. I was extremely upset and justifiably rancorous.

"I can't believe they're sending you out on Christmas Eve," I said angrily. Neither of us suspected yet that Chicago would get snowed in, and I'd not see Melvin again for three days.

"Take it easy, dear," he said soothingly.

I didn't want to be soothed. 

As was our tradition, we three had decorated the house three days before Christmas (Joanna had flown to Cincinnati the day before that, to spend Christmas at her boyfriend's parent's house), and Paul had hung a spray of real live mistletoe in the living room over the fireplace. Ostensibly for his father and I, Mom had a sneaking suspicion that Paul intended to use the mistletoe himself, and not with any girlfriend.

Melvin took me in his arms and rocked me gently back and forth. He was 6'1", weighed 220 pounds and at 38, was still blessed with an impressively athletic build. Granted, he was slowly going to fat in the middle, but what 38-year-old man isn't? And despite his eroding hairline, he was still the sexiest man I knew. A real man's man, like Daniel Craig.

Kissing me on the nose, he said, "We made it 22 years without a break. That's a seriously impressive record, sweetie."

"Twenty-three would be better," I said grumpily.

He kissed me on the nose again. Then I accompanied him to the front door where he gathered his flight bag and his two pieces of luggage. 

"Drink an eggnog for me tonight," he said.

I nodded.

"You OK?"

"I guess I am," I said, clutching myself across the chest. I had a very bad feeling about tonight--a premonition, as it turned out--and I didn't want him leaving.

He did leave, however, just as he had to, and after watching him drive down the street and turn the corner, I slowly closed the front door and locked it. I knew, even without a crystal ball, that things would get out of hand that night with Paul. And of course, they did. 

* * *

It was 11 o'clock. The last of the company had left and Paul and I cleaned up the mess in silence. In the kitchen, he came up behind me and said: "I guess it's just you and me now, partner."

Forcing a smile and a cheery tone of voice, I replied: "I think we'll make the best of it. Don't you?"

"I opened the flue in the chimney," he said, jokingly. "Santa should slide right down. Whoosh!" he added, making a swooping motion with his hand.

I was on the verge of saying something totally inane when he encircled my waist with his arms and pressed up against me. I went rigid.

"Paul!"

"What?" he said, releasing me and stepping back. "Can't a guy hug his mother?"

I chose to ignore it. "You'll like what I got you."

"You'll like what I got you as well," he said, a grin--and a blush--stretching across his face.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, you'll find out."

I guessed, not un-foolishly, that Paul had bought me either sleepwear or lingerie. 

"We need to talk about this, Paul."

"About what?" he said, his demeanor innocent.

"You know what," I said.

"I don't know what you mean," he countered.

"Let's start with my underwear."

He blushed red as an apple. 

For ages now I had been aware that Paul borrowed my underwear to fantasize with. Half a dozen times I'd found a pair of my panties or one of my bras--sometimes both--under his mattress or in a drawer. More than once I'd found them stiff with dried semen. I didn't mind as long as he didn't plant them somewhere out of reach. The problem was, he always took my lacy things, which I missed.

"You don't wear them, do you?" I teased.

His blush grew even stronger. "Of course not. I only--"

"Masturbate with them?" I asked.

He grew doubly red. "Can we talk about something else? Please?"

"Like what?" I asked. "The weather?"

Feeling sudden pity, I opened the refrigerator and withdrew two wine coolers from the six-pack on the shelf. "Here," I said, laughing at him. "On me."

He twisted off both caps, handed me back a bottle and took a sip. I had embarrassed him awfully and was feeling slightly guilty. The way he felt about me, I was surprised he hadn't simply moved my dresser into his own bedroom.

"Let's go out to the fire," I said. "I'm chilly in here. Especially with this," I said, holding up the cold bottle. Anything cold in my hands tended to send shivers down my spine, as it did now.

Putting his arm around my shoulder, he guided me out to the living room and to the divan on the long wall. We sat down side by side. Pillows were stacked before us on the floor, and kicking off my shoes, I stretched and placed my crossed ankles atop the closest stack.

"This is nice," I said, appreciating the crackling flames. 

It occurred to me that for the past week, I had been a rudderless vessel being swept down the Niagara toward the falls. Suddenly, here I was in control of the damned boat and steering not away from the thundering flume, but towards it. Was I insane?

"You don't tell anybody about this," I said, tapping the mouth of my bottle against his. "I'm too old to get locked up for contributing."

He looked at me oddly. I sighed. 

"Joking? A little humor? Contributing to the delinquency of a minor?" 

He snorted. "Just cause you're twice my age doesn't mean you're old."

I rolled my eyes. "Old enough to know better. Certainly old enough to regret it."

He laughed. "You're not old. Dad's old," he said, making me giggle girlishly. 

Gathering myself, I said, "Your farther is not old," meaning to add something like: "He'd get really upset hearing you say that, Paul."

But Paul jumped on my mispronunciation and teased, "My farther?"

I punched his shoulder. "Don't mock your mother, boy."

"Knock my mother?"

"Stop it!" I ordered.

Laughing, he kicked off his shoes and stretched out beside me, placing his crossed ankles next to mine on the pillows. I felt comfy sitting beside him like that. I said: "Do you know how old I am?"

"I know your bra size," he replied facetiously. "Does that count?"

Laughing, I went to answer smartly but he got in ahead of me. 

"37. Your age, not your bra size. That's a 36C." He looked pointedly at my chest. I wore another angora sweater tonight, this one light blue, just as clingy, with black leggings. My heart quickened and blood overloaded my capillaries, making me hot and itchy at the same time. It took every bit of willpower not to go digging at my underarms.

"Embarrassing your mother on Christmas Eve," I scolded, taking a sip of wine to mask my embarrassment. "You should be ashamed of yourself.'

He laughed softly and took a sip of his own. "What good am I, if not to embarrass you?" he said. "But seriously, Mom. You are not old."

"I'm no spring chicken, either," I said, taking another sip. 

"Tell that to my friends." 

"If it's bad, I don't want to hear about it," I warned, wondering where this strange conversation was going.

"Define bad," he inquired.

"Anything out of a young man's mouth."

He laughed, and I laughed with him. 

"You know what a MILF is?" he asked.

I knew what a MILF was, and I wasn't flattered.

"Better never let me hear anybody call me that," I threatened, "or they'll be picking flakes of fingernail polish out of their throats."

He smiled at me wryly. 

"And you better never call me that," I further warned.

"If it's true, though?" he asked softly.

What I should have done was what I had done two months ago: get up and leave. Instead, I sat there and gave the question thoughtful consideration. Maybe it was the wine.

"I'd probably be insulted," I said slowly. "Sons aren't supposed to want to fuck their mothers, Paul." 

I had said it. For better or worse, it was out there now.

He was quiet a time. We both took sips from our bottles. Most of the relaxation had gone from my body and I felt like a mousetrap ready to snap closed. 

Finally, he said: "I'd settle for a kiss."

I looked up at the mistletoe, hanging there innocently from the ceiling fan. The red berries, deadly poisonous if eaten, glowed softly with reflected firelight. And then I thought, Why not? Let him get it out of his system.

"One kiss," I assented. "No tongue, and no touching me, either, Paul."

This stipulation caused more embarrassment to me than it did to Paul, who just nodded eagerly.

"Anything," he agreed breathlessly. I hadn't even seen him put down his bottle on the end table before he stood up and reached for my hand. Trembling inside, I gave it to him and allowed him to pull me to my feet. 

What happened next is not quite clear in my mind. I know we kissed, quite chastely; lips pushed out like some old Saturday Evening Post cover. Then we kissed again, and his hand was on my left bicep, and I had my head tilted back and I was raised up on my tiptoes and then my mouth was open and I touched my tongue to his and suddenly I was in his arms and he was holding me tightly and this kiss just kept going on and on and--

"Paul!" I gasped, staggering backwards. "What are you doing?" My chest labored and blood pounded in my ears. Had I just French kissed my son.

He caught me before I could fall backwards over the pillows.

"You okay?" he asked.

"No, I'm not okay!" I exclaimed. 

Shaken, I reached down and snatched a wine bottle off the table--his, as it turned out--and downed the contents in one long gulp. Smacking it back down, I stomped across the living room into the dining room and then out into the kitchen, where I made a beeline for the refrigerator. Paul followed, unsure what to say to me. I didn't want him to say anything.

"Do you want one?" I demanded.

"Yes, please," he said, stepping forward. Snapping off the lid, I stuck the bottle into his hand and twisted the lid off my own. In three long swigs I had the contents down.

"Mom," he said. "Take it easy."

"Take it easy, my ass!" I said, freeing another bottle from its lid. "I just French kissed my son." 

This time, instead of swigging the cold wine, I sipped it, trying to compose myself. My heart had slowed from full gallop to a spirited trot, and I could no longer hear surf pounding in my ears. As much as I hated to admit it, I had liked kissing Paul.




The Christmas Present



"Are you mad at me?" he asked. His expression was hangdog. 

I didn't answer; not trusting what answer would come out of my mouth. Instead, I sipped more of the wine. 

What I felt, was that I had come within a hairsbreadth of fulfilling his long-time fantasy of seducing his mother. That's what it felt like to me.

"Why me?" I demanded.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"I'm your mother, Paul," I cried in exasperation. "Why would you want to...kiss me?" I had almost said fuck me.

He looked at me with momentarily unfathomable eyes. Then, shrugging, he said: "Because you're the perfect woman for me."

I snorted. "I'm far from perfect, Paul." 

"You are to me," he countered.

Arms crossed, wine bottle clutched in my right hand, foot tapping incessantly on the floor, I said: "You are crazy."

Sighing, he looked down at the floor. 

For a long time, neither of us moved nor spoke. I kept tapping the floor with my bare foot; he kept staring at it. Finally, wondering what words would exit my mouth; I said to him: "No one can ever know about this. No one. Ever, Paul."

He looked up hopefully.

"If your father ever found out, it would kill him. Just kill him, Paul."

"I understand," he said.

"I've never cheated on your father, not even once. Never." Looking past him, I thought: And I'm getting ready to do it with his son?

Quickly drinking the last of the wine, I retrieved another bottle and this time poured it into a glass. Then I did the same to the rest of Paul's and handed it back to him. Might as well be civilized about this, I thought. Another part of my mind responded wryly: Or be romantic. 

Knowing I'd need it, I removed the last wine cooler from the now-empty carton and carried it along with me back to the living room. Ignoring the divan, I separated the stack of pillows with my foot into a more comfortable pile to sit upon while Paul took my unopened bottle of wine and sat it on the end table. Then, extending his hand, he helped his slightly tipsy mom sit herself down on the pillows. He joined me a moment later and we both leaned back against the upholstered front of the divan, something I had done many times with his father. Then he got right back up and crawled over to the fireplace to rebuild the faltering fire. As he squat to load another log, I watched him contemplatively.

He was such a handsome young man. Better looking, in fact than his father. Better looking, in fact, than the handful of young men I'd dated before marrying his father. I couldn't believe my baby was six-foot tall and almost two hundred pounds. He's not a baby anymore, I reminded myself. He's 19 years old and a college boy. 

Sipping, I wondered, not for the first time, what having Paul out of the nest would do to me. I didn't like the idea. His sister being gone was something of a relief; but Joanna and my relationship had, to say the least, been rancorous. Paul being gone, I suspected, would leave a huge jagged hole in my heart.

"I don't understand the attraction," I said to his back.

Still adjusting a log with his right hand, he looked back over his shoulder. "How can you say that? You're beautiful."

I felt myself blush. Maybe at one time I'd been beautiful, but two children and 22 years of marriage had taken its toll on me. I was ten pounds overweight, my breasts had begun to sag, and I would never look nineteen again in a bathing suit. I wondered if he knew I colored my hair. Without my contacts I was blind as a bat. Thinking all this depressed me.

"Every son thinks that about his mother," I mumbled.

Drawing the sides of the screen closed, he brushed his hands together and stood up. The fire had begun to devour the new logs and was crackling merrily. The push of heat against my face felt wonderful. I watched him, idly swirling wine in the glass.

When he turned around, he said: "I've wanted you all my life, Mom."

I snorted at that.

"Well, since I turned 18, anyway," he said, shrugging.

That I couldn't snort about. I remembered that morning when his eyes relentlessly following me around the kitchen. I said: "Are you a virgin?"

Without sign of embarrassment, he nodded.

"You've been saving it for me?" I asked, butterflies wheeling in my stomach.

He nodded again.

"You really are crazy," I said. 

He retrieved his glass and sat down beside me again. I reached over for the unopened bottle, twisted off the cap and replenished our glasses. Wine always fortified and emboldened me, fine for some situations, but disastrous in others. I put my hand on his right cheek and stroked it lovingly. Taking this as a cue, he leaned over to kiss me. I turned my face up to meet him, careful with the wine glass, not wanting to spill it all over us. Our lips touched and electricity flowed through my body again. I let him draw me in, holding the nearly-full glass of wine safely aloft. I'm sure, except for the absurdity of a 37 year old woman and her 19 year old lover, we looked liked something out of a movie.

It became something almost magical. My mouth opened under the urging of his tongue and I met and accepted him into my mouth. For someone professing to be a virgin, Paul kissed exceptionally well. He continued to twist me around until I was in danger of flopping down on top of him with a wine glass in my hand.

"Wait!" I gasped. Reaching up, I placed the glass safely out of reach on the end table and then allowed Paul to bring me back to him. Our mouths locked together again and our tongues began to waltz. I was atop him now, my position ungainly, but not wanting to be in any other position. I kissed him with an energy and urgency I hadn't experienced in years.

"Not a word!" I gasped, breaking the kiss. "I want you to promise me, Paul. Not a word to any of your friends." I remembered how oath-sworn secrets, most of them certainly true, spread faster than the speed of light in college. Paul telling even one of his friends would leave his whole class knowing.

"One of these days, Mom," he said, looking up at me with complete honesty, "I'll tell a nice young woman I meet on the Internet all about it. She'll write up our story and I'll surprise you with it on Christmas Day when you're 60 years old. Until then, I won't say a word to anyone."

What could I say to that?

I kissed him again and slowly, tentatively, his hand slid up the outside of my sweater and encountered my breast. I moaned as he took possession of it, squeezing gently, his fingertips tracing the outline of my brassiere underneath. I was suddenly glad that I had worn a matching set of lacy blue underwear. 

He broke the kiss. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he whispered softly. "That we're actually doing this," he corrected.

I was breathing heavily and took a moment to catch my breath. 

"We have to be careful, Paul. I'm not on the pill anymore and I certainly don't want to get pregnant." 

Just saying the word released an army of red-hot emotions battling inside me. Regardless of which way that battle went, I knew I had sufficient cause to worry. My period was a week and a half away, making pregnancy a very distinct possibility for this lady.

Paul grinned up at me and I knew he had prepared for this eventuality. Undoubtedly he had a whole box of condoms stashed away, just awaiting the opportunity. The problem was, I didn't want him using a condom. Knowing that made my emotions battle just that much harder.

I returned my mouth to his and let him work his hand up under my sweater. He cupped my breast gently, squeezing it almost reverentially, and I wondered if his virginity extended to breasts. The thought, the hope that it was true made me absurdly happy. Then he confirmed it.

"This is the first breast I've ever touched," he said.

"Oh, Paul," I moaned. Warmth spread throughout me like delicious hot cocoa.

"When I see it," he said, rising up to kiss me again, "it will be the first bare breast I've seen, also."

Every nerve ending in my body tingled. I needed more wine. Lots more wine. Stretching out, I grabbed my glass and, after taking a huge gulp, offered the rim to my son's lovely mouth. He rose to accept.

"We have another six-pack in the refrigerator?" he asked.

"Thank, God, yes!" I gasped, finishing the glass and grabbing his off the table. I was in the rapids of desire and alcohol was vital to assist me over the jagged mental rocks. 

His hand slipped along my back and located the strap of my bra and unsnapped it easily.

"Hey!" I said in surprise. "You didn't learn that on your sister, I hope!"

He laughed, enjoying the absurdity of it. Putting his other hand under my sweater, he sought out my now-free breasts and held them as though he were handling bars of gold. Sitting in his lap, I stripped off my sweater and sat there with it clutched in my hands. I watched his wide eyes travel from one bra-covered hand to the other. Finally, gulping loudly, he lifted my bra away and bared my breasts.

I giggled uncontrollably and hunched my shoulders in unbidden reaction. His grin was huge and seeing his pleasure at something so mundane as my saggy, 37 year old breasts made me squirm with pleasure like I hadn't done in years.

"Stop it!" I squeaked.

"They're beautiful" he complained. It occurred to me that he'd soon be sucking on them after an 18-1/2 year absence. That realization broke me out in goose-flesh across my upper body and made my already hardened nipples ache miserably.

"Cloud Nine," he said breathlessly, breaking me out in fresh giggles. 

I let my bra slide down my arms and gave it to him. Then, with his assistance, I stood up and walked breezily out to the kitchen for two more bottles of wine. On the way back I grinned sheepishly, crossing before the two open windows, one of them the big bay widow overlooking the front lawn. I refused to cover myself up; instead I strode by the bay window with my shoulders back and my chest thrust forward, feeling marvelously like a stripper. I sobered somewhat seeing his look of shocked disapproval.

"I'm not an exhibitionist," I said defensively, handing down his bottle. I was no longer in direct line of sight of the bay window, and felt safe standing there.

"I don't want to share you with anyone," he said. "Especially, not a neighbor."

"It's after midnight," I pointed out. 

"People could still look in."

"Oh, pooh," I said dismissively. I really was feeling the drink.

I refilled my glass halfway, and then his with the remainder of the bottle. I thought it best to cut back my consumption; otherwise, I'd soon find myself too drunk to function properly. I'd always had a low resistance to alcohol. 

While I sipped, Paul set his glass down on the floor, and then unexpectedly reached up and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my leggings. He slowly began to work them down my hips and thighs. My heart skipped a beat, and then began pounding thunderously. My nipples hardened into achy little points and blood rushed into my face and my upper body again broke into gooseflesh. I had intended to do just what he was doing right now, but I was not doing it, my son was and I shivered so hard he stopped momentarily.

"Are you all right?" he asked. 

"I'm fine," I lied, shivering again.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No, Paul, I am not cold."

I continued to look down at him, slowly sipping my wine and experiencing the strength of my heart beat. He worked my leggings the rest of the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them awkwardly.

"There," he said unnecessarily.

"There," I repeated.

He looked up at me, at my near-naked body, his eyes following the contours of flesh from my breasts down to my ankles and then back up again. I had the sensation of trying to be memorized. I wondered how I'd feel when he removed my panties and rendered me completely nude. It was too much like being on display. 

Squatting and placing my wine glass on the floor beside his, I took his hand and assisted him to his feet. With trembling fingers I unbuttoned the front of his shirt, spread it apart and ran my hands across his young, hard-muscled flesh. He responded with a shiver of his own and I leaned in to kiss him. His hand found my right breast and the other the small of my back. Both of my hands stayed inside his shirt.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he whispered. His mouth homed on the erogenous zone of my neck and began to kiss me there and suck eagerly. A shudder occurred, so powerful that it forced an involuntarily cry out of me and a spasm of muscles tried to dislodge him from my neck. Instead, he burrowed in deeper and went for total devastation. 

"Oh, Paul," I moaned loudly. He had me bent over backward and clutching his strong biceps for support. I tried to get away but his lips were relentless. He found my earlobe and then the back of my ear and I began losing control of myself. I felt a helplessness and a maddening desire that I hadn't experienced since the back seat of a car when his father had first seduced me. Was it truly, Like Father, Like Son?

I yanked the shirt out of his pants and down his back. While I struggled with his belt buckle he unzipped his fly and then assisted me getting his belt apart. We fought over the button but he won out. I was victorious in getting his shorts removed. Without my permission he then removed my panties and we both stood naked, together, kissing.

"You kiss just like your father kisses," I told him during a gasp for air.

Sometime later he asked: "Is that good?"

When next I came up for air I said: "You bet it is, mister," then stuck my tongue back down his throat.

For a long time we did nothing but kiss. He kissed wonderfully, and I could easily have kissed him all night. But a French kiss takes massive effort and eventually even the strongest tongue wears out. Mine wore out before Paul's did.

"Wait!" I gasped. "Break! I need a break."

Paul didn't want to break, and extended my agony another two minutes.

"Please!" I gasped. "If you don't stop, I won't be able to talk tomorrow."

He laughed, which broke his fanatical craving. 

While I fought for breath, he tipped my head back with the tips of his fingers and reminded me we stood under the mistletoe.

"Whatever you paid for it," I said hoarsely, "you got your money's worth."

He let me recover, but worked his hands over pretty much the entire reachable span of my body. Again, I felt that desire to be memorized. 

"Do you know," I said wonderingly, "that you have me more worked up than at any time since I was a teenager?"

From his grin, he seemed to like that idea. 

"It's not funny," I said, looking away in embarrassment. "You do things to me that ..." I groped for the words.

"That a 37 year old mother shouldn't be experiencing?" he finished.

"Not with her son, anyway," I said. 

I was aware of his erection--which I had purposely ignored until now--pressing against my abdomen. I wanted to see it, to see what my child intended to put inside me. I moved him away just enough to look down and discovered a carbon-copy of his father. Same length, same thickness, same coloring. Not a carbon-copy, I realized, but a mirror image. Where his dad's erection took a slight bow to the left, Paul's went right 

Lke father, like son, I thought wryly.

Paul sat down on the edge of the divan and drew me close to him. With a hand on either hip, and with great interest, he examined my hairless labia. Immediately I felt trepidation. Should I have shaved in anticipation of this moment? But Paul seemed totally transfixed by my light stubble and I felt relieved when he tentatively removed his hand from my left hip and ran his fingertips across my skin.

"You're not disappointed?" I asked.

He looked up, almost distractedly. "Why would I be disappointed?"

"Women my age don't always shave themselves down there." 

"I love that you do," he said, continuing to run his fingertips across me lightly. His words and the touch of his fingers returned me to shivers.

Squatting, I retrieved the wine glasses from the floor, handed over his and indicated that I wanted to empty them together. After clinking the rims, we did so in one long gulp. I then reached down and retrieved the unopened bottle from the table, twisted off the lid and let Paul fill our glasses. I sipped appreciatively while Paul went back to examining my genitals.

"I'm glad you've never done it with anyone but Dad," he said.

"I'm glad I've never done it with anyone but your dad," I repeated, adding: "And you, of course."

"Do you think Dad would really mind?" His hand had turned palm up and he was now lightly fingering my lips. I was wet inside and out. I shivered again.

"We don't want to ask him," I said seriously.

He nodded, his eyes almost wistful. 

I should explain that his was only the second set of fingertips to ever touch me there. (Other than those of my doctors, of course.) I told him that and he grinned up at me happily. Suddenly, he leaned forward and planted a kiss just above my clitoris.

"Paul!" I yelped, jerking spasmodically and taking an unconscious step backward.

"That too?" he asked, grin widening.

"That too," I confirmed, downing a gulp of wine. My God! I thought. He just kissed my pussy! 

As a true indicator of my astonishment, that horrid word came naturally to mind and was not viciously slapped down as it normally would. I hate the word pussy and won't tolerate having my genitals called that, even by myself. 

I sipped wine while Paul continued to finger my wetness. I stared down at his intent face, but shifted my eyes to his hand whenever he looked up. It was obvious I liked it, and obvious he liked it too. Thank God for that glass of wine, I thought.

"Can I put it inside you?" he asked, looking up.

I wanted to laugh, to tell him at this point, he no longer needed permission. But his earnestness melted me inside and I simply reached down and tousled his hair in answer. Still, I sucked in breath and took another quick gulp of when his middle finger slid effortlessly into my vagina.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, shivering head to toe.

"Do you like that?"

I took another sip of wine and didn't answer. I'm not sure I could answer. I could barely think, much less talk. I almost had a heart attack when he withdrew the finger and put it in his mouth.

"Paul!" 

"What?" he came back, laughing.

My face got hot enough to rival the heat from the fire. 

Taking his hand, I drew him to his feet and wrapped my arms around his neck and put my tongue in his mouth. I could taste myself in his saliva, but that was nothing new for me. I tried to maintain enough presence of mind not to spill wine down his bare back--but it was an effort. Especially when his middle finger slid effortlessly inside me again.

"Is this better?" I asked, raising my right foot and placing it on the edge of the divan. A second finger slid inside me, then a third, and then his thumb sought out and found my clitoris.

"Where did you learn that?" I panted. 

He only laughed and kissed the side of my neck and left shoulder. I clung to him, rather desperately, as those three fingers and a thumb and that damned mouth of his tried to separate me from sanity.

"I have a favor to ask," he said, head still buried in the crook of my neck.

"What?" I gasped. He had me shaking like a leaf and rubbery-kneed, ready to collapse.

"Would you stroke me?"

As incredible as this sounds, I had never even considered doing that. Immediately, I transferred the wine glass to my left hand and reached down and took his huge stiffness and began to stroke it. He moaned at my touch, but I moaned even louder. Now that I'd taken this step, I wanted that beautiful thing in my mouth and then in my vagina. I wanted him fucking the hell out of me. I wanted what he would deposit in the end of his condom and was frustrated almost to tears knowing that's where it would go. It was then, I knew, that I decided I had no intention of letting him put one on. 




The Christmas Present



From this point on things went very fast. My arousal was beyond control and so were my knees. Sucking down the rest of the wine to keep from spilling it, I made my intentions clear where I wanted to go and he lowered me quickly but awkwardly to the pile of cushions. The wine glass rolled away across the polished wood flooring even as I spread my legs and took my son inside. 

"Oh, God, Paul!" I moaned plaintively. "Fuck me!"

He wanted to protest, wanted to protect his mother, but Mom was having none of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles locking at the small of his back, and he began to thrust into me and pull back as though we'd screwed every day of our lives. My arms were around his neck and his mouth locked onto the flesh of my right shoulder. Even as I prayed that he'd leave no mark there for his father to find, I prayed that he would. I wanted his mouth on mine but I also needed to breathe, and breathing came first. In less than thirty seconds Paul tightened like a steel cable and my own orgasm peaked.

"Oh, God!" I nearly screamed. Then I said nothing as burst after burst of hot liquid blew into me. I bucked against him and felt muscles screaming in every part of my body. Ignoring them, I clamped to him even tighter, using my heels in the small of his back to jamb my loins against his thrusting cock. He orgasmed again, then a third time, and only then did his tremendous outpouring of semen begin to diminish. I continued to orgasm as I always did when totally, truly aroused; for a moment, I think I may even have passed out. Certainly the world receded into a tunneled darkness. And then, finally, blessedly, it was over.

* * *

Would I ever recover from this? Sex always left me weak and trembling afterward, but this felt like being crushed by a stream roller.

"Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. 

He was still in me, slowly becoming flaccid. I was having trouble breathing, having trouble getting my breath. He cleared sweat-soaked strands of hair from my eyes and looked into them, his concern evident. "Breathe, Mom," he said.

"I'm trying to," I gasped. I had a baby elephant on my chest. I wondered fleetingly if it was pink. 

He began to withdraw from me but I cried "No!" and pulled him back again. "I'm okay," I insisted. "I just need to catch my breath."

He allowed me to catch my breath, contacting me only at our loins. His hands planted either side of my shoulders supported him above me. I had no choice but to uncross my ankles and let my legs fall spread-eagle to the pillows. They were useless and cramping fiercely. Semen leaked out of me onto the pillows.. I'd have to attend to that later. I'd have to attend to many things later.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked again.

I nodded. I was easier to breath now. The baby elephant on my chest had given way to a good-sized canine. I ran my hands through my sodden hair and pulled it into a tight ponytail behind my head and held it there.

"Merry Christmas," I said softly.

He began to laugh, and I joined him, and the laughter lasted a very long time.

* * *

Twenty minutes later we sat in the corner of the divan, wrapped in a comforter, me snuggled in against his side with his left arm around my shoulders. I had my legs tucked beneath me. The only part of me visible was my left heel and my left arm and hand, which held my newly-replenished wine glass. We clinked the rims of our glasses together and we each took sips.

"You're okay with me not wearing a condom?" he asked.

"I'll live with it," I said glibly.

He looked at the billowing red and yellow fire and took another sip. "I could have gotten one," he said. "It would've taken a minute."

I told him: "What's done is done."

"What if you get pregnant?"

I looked up at him. "What if I am?" I asked.

Thankfully, that ended any further discussion of my possible pregnancy. 

"I'm keeping your bra and panties," he said a short time later.

"I was sort of expecting that," I replied.

"I'm never giving them back," he clarified, grinning down at me.

"I was sort of expecting that too," I acknowledged.

We were quiet a time, just enjoying the silence. Finally, he said: "How are you with oral sex?"

"Excuse me?" I nearly choked on a sip of wine.

He swept the coverlet off himself and exposed his quite beautiful, fully erect penis.

"Paul!" I choked out. "Put that thing away."

Laughing, he did just that. Shaken, I sipped anxiously at the wine while eyeing the peaked tent of material above his lap. I wanted it, and it was the last thing I wanted. I had given my son the most intimate gift a woman could offer. I should be satisfied with that. But finally I admitted my weakness. 

Without comment, I reached beneath the cover and exposed him to the fire light once again. Then, careful not to spill the wine, I bent over him and put his penis in my mouth. 

"Oh, my God," he moaned. 

Oh, my God, I thought.

I pleasured him as I hadn't pleasured his father in ages. Even bent over him awkwardly with a wine glass in my hand--which I took sips from occasionally for fortitude--I made sure he understood that I was making love to him with my mouth, not just fellating him. Not once did he try to guide me or keep me in place for his own gratification. He touched my head often, true, but it was only to caress my hair or move it out of the way to see better. In truth, I wanted him seeing what I did. I enjoyed his eyes observing my lips sliding up and down his shaft, sucking the head, kissing his testicles. Not once did I touch him with my hands, although he certainly enjoyed the brief moment of coldness whenever I took a sip of wine. I thought to ask if he wanted to return me to the floor and make love to me there for a second time, or lay me out on the divan and have me there, but our enjoyment was so great that I continued his oral until he exploded powerfully into my mouth. I held myself still and let his sperm erupt, and then, unbidden, swallowed it to the safety of my tummy. When I finally straightened up and swept the hair out of my face, he ogled me with an expression of pride and disbelief.

"I didn't expect you to do that!" he croaked.

Laughing, I drank the last of my wine and accepted half of his into my glass.

"Are you complaining?" I asked.

"Fuck no!" he exclaimed, making us both break into laughter. For once, I didn't chastise his language. I returned to my previous position against his side. 

For the next hour we did nothing but exchange small talk, watch the slowly dying fire and sip wine. Paul migrated to the kitchen midway through our interlude for two more bottles of wine, and we both visited the bathroom together where I peed like a racehorse, giggling like a 13-year-old as Paul emptied his distended bladder into the sink beside me.

"That is so disgusting," I told him.

"I could pee between your legs," he offered.

"No thanks," I countered. 

He then wiped me clean himself, which I found to be incredibly erotic. I moved him before me and again made love to him with my mouth, this time with the added bonus of masturbating him extensively. Because I was sitting on the commode with easy access to my clitoris, I masturbated. Before swallowing, I opened my mouth wide and showed him the total worth of his deposit. I almost lost it, however, when he teased me and got me laughing uncontrollably. I got most of it down, but not before making a revolting mess of my mouth. 

Back in the living room, he said to me: "I'm going to return the favor, you know."

"You are, are you?" I eyed him over the rim of my glass.

And then he described, in vivid detail how he would do it. Then I was at his mouth and French kissing him again, making my blood boil, and then I was atop him, straddling his lap, but not on him yet, being driven mad by the rubbing of him against my lower belly. We continued to French kiss with that damned wine glass clutched in my right hand, Paul taking every advantage to manipulate my breasts and my nipples, attacking my neck and my shoulders with his mouth, even experimentally slipping a finger up my rear end. That last made me moan in a most embarrassing way. Then I was on my back on the pillows again with Paul feasting between my legs. I want you to know that I've never been feasted upon with such vigor. I reached orgasm the instant he entered me and he reached orgasm only moments later. His orgasm lasted forever and mine half again as long. When he finally collapsed, it was like a building coming down to its foundation. We both panted, exhausted.

"That's it," he gasped. "Got to sleep."

Sleep was fine with me. I hadn't the strength to lift a hand off the floor. I could only lie there beneath him and let sperm leak out of me onto the pillows. He had so much sperm, but I hated wasting any of it. Had I the energy, I gladly would have licked and sucked the excess out of the cushions. 

The last thing I remember before I passed out was Paul slipping his fingers up me. He told me the next morning that I had fallen asleep smiling. 

* * *

If I had expected the cold light of dawn to make a difference, it did not. I awoke to a new round of lovemaking, and this time we took our wonderful time about it. He remained in me for an hour and twenty minutes of undiminished, loving sex and I showed him each of my favorite positions. To my joy, he saved his ejaculation for my favorite position, the same way he'd taken me both times during the night. Again, we slept, this time until nine o'clock when his dad called.

"Hand me my panties," I hissed, scrambling out from beneath the coverlet.

He shook his head, grinning mischievously.

"It's for your own sake," I told him. "I want you inside me, not streaming down my legs." 

Grinning, he snatched my panties off the floor. I scrambled into them and then off the pillows, across the living room toward the phone, this time ducking and covering before the big bay window. I reached it on the tenth ring.

"Hello," I said, breathlessly.

"Nikki? You sound out of breath."

"I just ran upstairs to answer the phone," I huffed. I put a finger to my lips to silence Paul. 

"Sure you weren't knocking around the living room with some Joe?" he joked. 

I almost choked, but managed to answer in a calm voice. "I'll save that until you get home, Joe."

"That's what I'm calling about," he said, sighing. "Well, that, and to wish you a Merry Christmas, of course."

"What do you mean?" 

During the night, a six inch snowfall had blanketed the neighborhood and, even as I watched through the bay window, the neighbor across the street, Mr. Henry, began shoveling his walk free of fresh powder.

"We're snowed in," he said with a sigh.

I looked at Paul. "How badly?"

"Badly as Hell. Almost three feet."

"Three feet!" 

A grin, wide as the Grand Canyon spread across Paul's face. Even as I wagged my head at him, I knew a similar grin was spreading across my own. Disgusted, enthralled, relieved, I began to laugh under my breath. Paul lay back on the pillows, laughing merrily under his breath also. When I hung up I returned to him and allowed him to remove my panties before I lay down atop him. 

The next three days were the most marvelous, enjoyable and erotic three days of my life.

* * *

Paul is 34 years now, married, with three children of his own. His wife is a simply wonderful girl that Paul fawns over. I think she loves Paul almost as much as I do. 

Christmas morning was followed by a handful of times that were divine, but of course never matched that first coupling for intensity, sweetness or spontaneity. Nor should they have. It was the most special gift a mother and son could share; a gift always to be cherished. Now, if I can just get him to stop French kissing me every time we're together and turning me into a nutcase.

THE END



The Christmas Present



She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, struggling not to meet the others gazes. Strange to be so uncomfortable anticipating such a pleasurable purchase. But a glance up revealed the same embarrassed discomfort on the faces of the other two waiting customers. "Ms Young? If you'll follow me please."

Walking down the brightly lit hall, the professionally dressed young woman tapped on the tablet. "We've preselected several different specimens for you based on your initial queries, but if they don't match what you were thinking, we can always review the catalogs or even talk about a special order."

"Oh I hope that's not necessary. I really expected to walk out with something today. My husband and I always exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, ever since the children were small. I really wanted to surprise him tonight and I was assured you had the largest selection in town."

"We do have a very large selection. I'm sure it won't be a problem."

They stopped at a small window and were buzzed into the display room. The room felt more like a living room than a retail store. The saleswoman motioned Mary toward the small couch, taking a seat to her left. A door directly opposite the one they had entered opened and five women entered single-file. She rose as each one offered a perfectly manicured hand, a warm smile, and a simple name. 

Retaking her seat, she leaned toward the saleswoman. "They're so beautiful, so realistic."

She simply smiled, continuing to tap away on her computer. "Thank you. We pride ourselves on our ability to find the best merchandise for our customers. These are five of our best rentals and all have a rent-to-own option if that becomes of interest." She nodded to the women and their long sleek robes dropped to the floor. "Which of them are most attractive to you initially?"

Mary felt the flush start at her ears and spread out, reddening her entire face. "Oh, they're all incredibly attractive. I couldn't possibly..." 

"I assure you. They are most accustomed to being judged." She patted Mary's knee. "I realize how embarrassing this can be but you needn't be shy. It's important that you find the best match. While they look human, they don't share our need to be accepted. If it's easier, which ones don't look like someone your husband might be attracted to?"

"Well, he's never really been attracted to redheads?"

"Perfect. Any others we can eliminate?"

"I don't think he'd choose the young Asian lady either. And the very tall woman. Although you are both absolutely lovely!" It didn't matter to Mary whether they were human or not. That was no excuse to be rude.

"Excellent. Thank you ladies." She turned back to Mary as the three rejected women left. "Now that we've narrowed your options, we want to make absolutely sure that whichever you select can fully satisfy your wishes. We've found the best way to do that is a brief trial run. If it makes you more comfortable, I can step out. You can use the intercom over there to call me when you've made your selection."

Mary struggled to understand. She looked questioningly at the saleswoman, stared dumbly at the two naked women across the room, and finally understood what was expected. Jumping to her feet she protested "Oh my. Oh no, no. I could never!"

"I'm afraid I must insist. We've had issues where customers have left and discovered problems. We have a strict no-refund policy, so we've had to institute an on-site customer inspection process."

"Well, can't they just, I mean, can't they show me with, well, with each other?"

"Unfortunately, no. There are safeguards to prevent ESTs from pleasuring each other. There are concerns by many that allowing them too many freedoms could create, well problems with our ability to control them. So there are now kill-switches for certain activities, and it's very expensive to reset them once they've become intimate with one another."

"So you expect me to, to do what exactly?"

The saleswoman smiled as she moved towards the door. "Oh, don't worry. They'll do all the work for you." She tapped the intercom as she opened the door. "The standard time is 15 minutes, but you can use this any time after 10 minutes and I'll come back to finalize the paperwork."

"Well this is just completely unacceptable! It's Un-American! I have the money; I should be able to buy whatever I please! In all my fifty years, I've never heard of such a thing. And you two, just put your clothes on would you please?" She'd unsuccessfully darted after the saleswoman and arrived at the door just in time for it to close in her face, the lights dimming as music started playing softly. "Oh sure. Lower the lights and turn on the music, I'm obviously in the mood now!" She wheeled back and resumed her seat on the couch as the two women tied their robes back around themselves. "No offense" she snorted at them.

The taller brunette woman sat next to Mary as the more slender blonde moved behind them.

"None taken. My name's Miriam and this is Asha."

"Mary. I suppose we'll just wait ten minutes then. They can't force me to actually do anything."

"No, but they won't let you leave with one of us unless you do."

"Oh yeah? And how exactly will they know?"

Miriam looked back to Asha who just shrugged her shoulders.

"What? What is it?" Mary still couldn't believe she was even having this conversation.

"They read our chips. If they don't see appropriate readings that indicate certain, activities, they won't allow you to leave with one of us."

"I can't believe this! I guess I'll just be leaving alone then."

"You're here for a Christmas gift, right? A gift for your husband?"

Mary had almost forgotten why she was even there. It was the perfect gift. Her husband would be shocked, completely surprised, something she'd not often been able to do. "Yes. After 30 years together, I thought maybe a new face would, well, spice things up a bit."

"Which of us do you think he'd want?"

Mary looked at each woman. The brunette next to her was exactly her husband's type. Large full breasts, long muscular legs. The blonde behind her was lovely but her average-sized breasts would disappoint Jake. Looking back to Miriam, she realized that Miriam actually looked much like Mary herself, in younger days of course. 

"Oh definitely you. He would definitely find you attractive."

"Then let us help you. All they need to see is that there's been contact of certain types. Asha and I can make it look like there was much more than there actually needs to be, if you'll trust us?"

Mary looked back at Asha who nodded reassuringly. "We've done this before. Everyone's always really nervous about it but it always turns out ok."

"Ok. I guess we can try. But I've never even touched a woman and I really don't even think I want to."

Miriam nodded to Asha who pulled Mary back comfortably against the couch. "Let's just start with a backrub then, huh?" Asha's hands were firm on Miriam's shoulders, relaxing her instantly. Miriam took Mary's hand into hers, pulling it to her mouth and her softly on the palm while caressing the inside of her arm and elbow. "Just close your eyes. Imagine your husband touching you, kissing you." 

Miriam reluctantly settled back into the couch, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to relax. Asha continued to rub Mary's shoulders, tentatively pushing the loose top off her shoulders. Miriam pulled her forward slowly, allowing her top to fall to her waist as Asha's head dropped to nuzzle Mary's neck. Mary tightened as she felt Asha's hands move to cup her breasts.

"Were you planning to join us? Your husband and I?" 

Distracted, she relaxed again. She realized she hadn't even considered that. What was she planning to do? Would she be there with Miriam? Or just standing around the house somewhere waiting.

"I don't know. I guess I would be there somewhere."

"That's really good. I'd like that." Asha slowly lowered Mary's bra revealing her breasts to Miriam. Miriam took full advantage, moving her mouth to one breast while rolling the nipple on the other. As Miriam fondled Mary's breasts, Asha walked around to the front of the couch, dropping her robe as she settled between Mary's feet. Miriam looked up from Mary's breast and smiled warmly as Asha reached up to undo Mary's jeans. Mary lifted slightly to allow her clothing to be pulled off, amazed by her own actions. Miriam reached for Mary's hand, pulling it to her own chest. Mary had never touched another woman's breast but she marveled at how realistic and warm, how firm and yet soft. 

Asha's thumbs rubbed the insides of Mary's thighs, alternating with licks and gentle kisses, moving slowly up. Mary heard the moaning but it took a moment to realize it was actually her that was moaning. She squeezed Miriam's breast and twisted as she pushed her back into the couch, lowering her own mouth to suck on Miriam's breast, rolling the nipple gently between her teeth. She gasped as Asha pushed a finger into her and removed it just as quickly, replacing it with two fingers, and then three.

"Does your husband go down on you?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes." Asha pumped her fingers into Mary and sucked her, pausing a moment to tease her with a quick tongue. As Asha's tempo increased, Mary pushed back against the couch pulling Miriam's mouth back to her breasts. Miriam kissed her breast briefly instead, replacing her mouth with a hand as she stretched her head down to join Asha. Their mouths hungrily pushed Mary further than she'd imagined she could go. She grasped the back of Asha's head with one hand and reached the other down to squeeze Miriam's ass through the slick robe, pulling it up to feel her warm skin. As the women sucked her, she began to buck against their mouths, desperate to come, horrified that she might. Miriam squeezed Mary's breast hard as Asha's mouth stilled sucking hard on the perfect spot. Mary held her breath and froze every muscle as she came against Asha's mouth. 

They'd barely straightened back up before the lights came back up. As the door opened, Mary desperately grabbed for her clothes, struggling to recover some kind of composure before it opened fully. She was embarrassed, exhausted, and so excited. If that was a trial run, what might the real one feel like.

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"Jake won't be home for another few hours. Would you like something to eat or drink? Oh that's just silly isn't it. Of course not. Why would you need something to eat." She'd been babbling like this ever since the saleswoman had opened that door, finding her half-naked and disheveled with the two women back in their robes. She couldn't believe what she'd done but she also couldn't wait to see what she might do next. Jake was definitely going to have his hands full tonight.

"You are right, I don't actually need anything but I'd very much enjoy dining with you. Don't you want to eat something before he's home?"

Mary was starting to panic. She had no idea what she'd expected but this woman was so nice, so friendly. And she hadn't even considered dinner. Jake would be starving after work, expecting to go out and grab dinner. Was she just going to have her jump out and yell "Surprise" and ravage him while he fainted away from lack of food?

"Actually, Jake will be hungry when he gets home. I don't suppose you know how to cook? I could use some help pulling together dinner."

The next few hours were incredible for Mary. She'd always fancied herself a good cook and dreamed of taking gourmet classes. Turned out, ESTs were experts in anything they could access through their wireless Internet connections. For two hours Miriam taught her how to make all kinds of classic dishes. The two women created a three-course gourmet feast and set the table with holiday china and a fabulous centerpiece that Miriam pulled together from pine-cones and spices, another Internet project. They opened a special bottle of Cab from one of the vineyards they'd visited this fall, pouring it into the decanter to open for dinner.

"It's absolutely amazing Miriam. He'll be so surprised. Now I just have to figure out what to do with you. He'll be home any minute."

"We should start with the answer to that question I asked you earlier. Will you be joining us, your husband and I?"

"Maybe? Oh no, of course not. This is crazy enough already. I can't imagine expecting him to be with both of us at the same time too."

Miriam smiled, shaking her head slowly. "Oh Mary. Don't worry. I'm sure he can handle that idea without too much trouble."

"No, I'd rather surprise him, make him think he's coming to me and have you there instead. We'll have dinner, maybe a drink, then I'll ask for a minute to change before he joins me. Which reminds me, there's a red velvet Santa thing I bought. Cheesy I know but it seemed appropriate. The bathroom off our bedroom also opens into the hallway, so I'll just wait in the bathroom and slip out that way when he goes into the bedroom. You just have to let him know that you're my present to him and then you... Well, you know." Of course she knew. She'd known what to do to Mary; surely she'd know what to do to Jake. She was surprised how excited she was at the idea of Jake with another woman, even if she was artificial. "If you'll just wait in the bedroom. Do you need a book or something?"

"No. Thanks Mary. I've got it from here. Enjoy your dinner." She reached out and pulled Mary toward her, exchanging a long exploratory kiss. "If you change your mind, remember, I could be your present too." 

Mary felt the heat through her entire body and stood frozen as Miriam turned away and walked down the hall to the bedroom. The sound of the garage door opening startled her back to action. Too late to turn back, she tried to shake off the flush of excitement.

"Jake! Welcome home honey."

"Wow! Whatever that is, it smells amazing. Is that the Cab we bought this summer?"

"Of course! It's Christmas Eve. I thought we deserved something special."

Jake walked toward her and took her in his arms, smelling her hair as he pulled her close. "Oh, I plan for it to be special." So many years and he still made her swoon when he spoke to her like that. Standing her back upright, he reached to pour them both a glass. They toasted thanks for a great year, a great family, and a great marriage, and sat down to devour the meal. The wine lasted through two courses and Jake offered to make coffee to accompany dessert. "We wouldn't want you falling asleep before you get your present." She loved the twinkle in his eye but she was confident, she had the better surprise this year.

"No we wouldn't. Plus you'll need your strength for your present anyway." She couldn't meet his eye but knew he saw the reddish blush on her cheeks. She fought not to overplay her hand all through dessert and thankfully, it was soon time. "So Jake, if you're ready for your present?" She stood and walked behind him, rubbing his shoulders and nuzzling his neck, remembering how Asha had touched her the same way just hours earlier. "I just need a minute first but then come join me?"

"Absolutely! I'll meet you in 10 minutes!"

She hurried down the hall, stepping into the bedroom. Miriam had propped herself up against the wooden headboard among the overstuffed pillows Mary loved. The red velvet Santa suit cut low enough to show just a hint of the top curves of her breasts, the white fluffy trim outlining the tops of her thighs with the tiniest glimpse of the garters peeking out. She smiled brightly as Mary entered.

"Change your mind yet? This bed's plenty big enough for three."

"Shhh. He's probably right behind me." 

She tiptoed into the bathroom, locking both the bedroom and hall doors to keep him from entering that way. Minutes later, she heard him carrying the wine glasses past the door and into the bedroom. She waited long enough to hear Miriam. "Your wife says you've been a very good boy this year and wanted to make sure you got something extra special." She stifled a moan as her whole body went hot, her knees threatening to buckle. She crept quietly into the hallway and back towards the kitchen. She leaned against the sink trying to regain some strength, rubbing herself to calm the throbbing between her legs. Maybe she should have joined them.

Just as her resolve was faltering and her body yearning to go back to the bedroom, she thought she smelled smoke. Cigar smoke. Jake occasionally enjoyed a smoke after but surely he wasn't done yet. It smelled like it was coming from the garage. She crept to the door, the smell strengthening as she got closer. Slowly she cracked the door but couldn't understand what she was seeing. Jake in the open doorway, staring out into the alley, puffing away on one of his favorite Cubans, smiling contently.

"Jake?"

He spun around quickly, a horrified look as he realized it was Mary.

"Mary! I don't understand. You went to the bedroom and I sent your present after you. Oh no. You aren't angry, are you? I thought you'd enjoy it. It's just a rental; he goes back in the morning. If you don't like him, I'll buy you something else, something wonderful. Please tell me you aren't angry with me?"

It took her a moment to process it all but she laughed hysterically as she realized; he'd bought her exactly what she'd bought him. Well, not exactly, but still.

"How could I possibly be angry with you? Especially when I rented you the same thing. Well, not exactly the same, but you know what I mean."

They shared a heavy round of laughter before Jake went pale and burst down the hallway. The safeguards. ESTs weren't allowed to pleasure each other. There were, complications.

Mary nearly ran into Jake's back as she bolted behind him into the bedroom. She stood on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder. There in the middle of the floor stood their presents, frozen in full embrace. One in her red velvet Santa hat and one in an amazing navy blue tux, hands everywhere, lips locked, eyes staring vacantly ahead.

"Oh Jake. I love tuxes. He's absolutely gorgeous."

He turned his head enough to sneer sarcastically back at her. "Thanks. Glad you like him."

She couldn't help but giggle as she buried her head in his back but she really felt more like crying. "We're quite a sight, huh? Two frozen robots and a couple of old people who thought it would be fun not to have sex with each other. I was so sure you'd be surprised." 

He turned to embrace her. "Oh, I'm surprised. This is absolutely not what I was expecting tonight!"

She pulled back enough to see his face. "You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get her here. And now it's going to cost a fortune to fix them."

"No honey. You wouldn't believe what I had to do!"

Her mouth dropped as she realized, he probably had been subjected to the same rules she had, the on-site inspection. She covered her mouth trying not to laugh. "Oh no, you didn't!"

"Not exactly. I hear the women's selection process is more hands-on than the men's. But the men's is more, well, directive. I had to make sure he was prepared to do exactly what I wanted even though I wasn't going to be there."

She felt that same feeling, the heat that had been bubbling inside all day long. She reached up and kissed him. Slowly, deeply, watching him closely. "Wanna swap stories?"

His smile grew as quickly as his cock as he pressed hard against her. "Oh yeah, I wanna hear everything." They kissed again but Mary quickly became uncomfortable.

"Ok, everything. But we have to get out of here. They're giving me the creeps."

"I know just the place." He took her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom, back through the hall, heading back to the garage.

"The garage? Seriously Jake? We're leaving the bedroom to the freaks and having sex in the garage?"

"Oh yeah. We've been talking about breaking in the truck for years. Don't you think it's time?"




The Christmas Present



Of course they'd had sex in the car before but it had been years and she frankly didn't know if she could still bend that way. But it did feel far away from the bedroom and right now, that's really all she needed. He pushed the button to close the door he'd left open, opened the truck door and motioned for her to get in. She crawled in, turning on the CD player for at least a little ambiance. Of course. Christmas music. 

He reached over, sliding his arm around her shoulders and pulling her across the bench seat toward him. He reached down and kissed her, sliding his tongue slowly around her lips, pausing to share a breath with her. She loved feeling his warm breath on her mouth, longed for his tongue to break past her lips, to taste the tobacco from the cigar he'd not had time to finish.

"You go first. What exactly did that woman do to you, or make you do to her?"

She told him everything, surprising herself with the passion with which she retold the adventure. As she spoke, he recreated the scene with her, replacing his hands where Muriel's had been, his mouth where Acha had licked her, sucking her where they had both brought her to the edge. But when she was ready to come, he stopped abruptly, pushing her back against the seat, his hands on her shoulders. The plastic of the seat was cold against her naked back and she struggled against his hands, begging him to touch her again. "I'm so close, you have to, I have to finish." He held her down until the moment passed, leaving her frustrated but anxious. "Why won't you let me come?"

He continued holding her shoulders against the seat and grinned as he stared her deeply in the eye.

"Oh, I'll let you come. Just not yet. It's not Christmas yet."

"Yeah okay. Well then, I think it's your turn. Let's see if you can make it until Christmas."

She pushed her off him, tugging at his belt and helping him wriggle out of his pants. He put his hand on the back of her head expectantly but she shook him off and moved back to the passenger side of the truck. She sat up, crossing her hands across her chest. "Go ahead. Your turn. Exactly how did you decide which present to get me?"

He flushed and she realized she would have to help. They were both shy in bed but stories had always been harder for him. Her stories routinely involved other people, both men and women. He had never been able to talk about sex, not even in the privacy of their own bedroom.

"You said it was more directive. Who were you directing?"

"The man, that one, in the tux. And a woman. They called her an actress and told me to direct the scene, to have him do whatever I wanted him to do to you. It was so hard to talk like that, so embarrassing."

She moved back to his side, placing her arm around him and whispering into his ear. "But so exciting too, right?" She sucked his earlobe in and breathed heavily into his ear as she slid her hand down his chest, resting on his thigh. She pulled him to the center of the seat, away from the steering wheel, and swung one leg over his thighs, straddling him carefully to avoid touching his cock. She leaned over letting her breasts sway lightly against his chest. Whispering again into his ear, "So tell me. What did you have him do to her first?" 

"Exactly what I just did to you. Suck her until she was ready to come and then hold her down, making her wait." He leaned forward, pushing her back into the dashboard and covering her breasts with his hand and mouth. He pushed her off him and moved for the door, dragging her by the hand. He swung her around as they exited the truck, dropping her down to her knees. "And then I made her suck his cock." 

He held himself in one hand as he pulled her head back by her hair, forcing himself into her mouth. She was swallowing him before she fully realized what had happened but she welcomed him as he swelled in her mouth. He leaned back against the truck as she reached around to squeeze his ass. She alternated between rubbing his balls and kneading his ass until his cock was rock solid and she struggled to breathe as she went down fully on him, choked as she pulled him back out. He grasped her head in both hands and began to pump into her mouth, choking her with each stroke. 

His stroke quickened until he grabbed her arm and threw her into face first into the open truck doorway, her legs dangling out the driver's door. He pushed himself between her legs, pulled her hips back into his cock, penetrating her deeply as he reached around and massaged her where he and Asha had sucked so hard before. She felt both sore and exhilarated, imagining herself with the women, and her husband in charge of the action. As they pounded into each other, coming and collapsing together, she saw the truck clock. It was Christmas. Best present ever.



The Christmas Present



"Hi honey!" 

"Hi mom! Come on in!" I excitedly took her suitcase and embraced my mother before letting her in. She had come to stay for Christmas with me, not wanting me to be alone on my first Christmas away from home. 

"Wow, this is a pretty big apartment! So how are you? Feeling lonely without your sister?" she asked, slipping off her shoes and surveying the living room. This was the first time my mom had seen the place, as I had just moved in a few months prior with my sister, Kayli, when my university classes started. 

"No, I'm fine mom. She'll only be gone a few weeks," I answered. Kayli was on a trip to Mexico with a few of her friends for winter vacation. 

"Well, I wish she would have left a few days later so I could've seen her for Christmas," she sighed. She seemed very lonely, something that I had never seen in her. My father had died when I was young, leaving her to take care of us alone, but she never complained, and did a great job of raising Kayli and I. "I miss you guys so much. It was bad enough when Kayli left last year, but now that you're gone too I don't have much to do." 

She walked over to me and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder while I embraced her. 

"What about Dan? You've been seeing him for almost a year now," I inquired, speaking of her boyfriend. She hesitated for a split second, just long enough for me to notice. 

"We're fine, but it's different without my babies," she said, looking into my eyes. She held my cheeks and smiled at me before kissing me on the cheek, as she always did. 

"How about I take you out for a nice dinner?" 

"Aww, I'd love that! Let me just get changed first." 

"You don't need to, you look great!" 

"Oh shush. Where can I get dressed?" 

"Kayli's room is right behind you." I took her suitcase into my sister's bedroom and closed the door after letting my mother inside, giving her some privacy. I felt warm inside, like I was back at home, no longer a man on his own, but a boy with his mother. 

* * *

"You really didn't have to get dressed up," I told my mom, holding her hands in mine on the table. I had taken her to a little Italian restaurant in the city, which was only about half-full, as it was past nine o'clock on a Monday night, with only a few days before Christmas. 

"I've gotta look good for my little boy," she grinned. She had just turned forty a few months ago, but she was still strikingly beautiful; her lush auburn hair still shone vibrantly in the candlelight, her deep blue eyes sharp and endearing, not even the slightest hint of a wrinkle on her face. She wore a long black dress which hugged her figure perfectly, the gold necklace with diamond pendant that I had given her last Christmas hanging over her large, supple breasts, complimenting the two diamond earrings that sparked beneath her wavy hair. She sported matte-black high heels to match her dress, displaying her unbelievable feet; the high arches, smooth skin which showed no sign of age, and delectable toes, which were painted dark red to match her hair. She had added a few pounds to her figure over the recent years, although she was nowhere near chubby. In fact, it seemed to add to her allure; her legs were to die for, not to mention her busty chest and round butt. 

I noticed that I had grown erect and immediately felt ashamed and disgusted, but her warm smile and soothing voice drowned out my guilt. I squeezed her soft, thin hands, admiring her fair, almost pale skin, untarnished by marks or freckles, her creamy skin the smoothest I'd ever felt. 

We got lost in conversation, catching up on each other's lives over the past few months in between mouthfuls of pasta, filling in what we hadn't mentioned during our numerous talks on the phone. It felt as if we'd never been apart, as inseparable as we ever were, but there was something different. She looked at me like she never had before; her eyes were always understanding, compassionate, and loving, except now her eyes fell upon mine in a much deeper tone, purposeful and intent, but on what I didn't know. 

It was after eleven that we got back to my apartment, still talking and listening and laughing together. She pulled off her heels and we sat on the black leather couch together, my eyes wandering to her creamy legs whenever her gaze fell elsewhere, her heavenly feet toying with my emotions. 

"Do you want a massage honey?" she asked me, standing on the couch on her knees. "You look tense." 

"I'm fine mom," I resisted weakly, but I never could say no to my mom. Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I slid forward, giving her enough room to kneel behind me. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed my back, her gentle hands pressing on my spine and shoulder blades. We fell silent, only the sound of our breathing and of her hands rubbing against my skin audible. She drew herself straight up on her knees, her warm hands rhythmically massaging my neck and shoulders. 

"Oh, that feels amazing mommy," I moan, letting myself lean on her body, my head resting on her stomach, just touching the bottoms of her breasts. 

"Good. Just relax sweetheart, mommy will take care of you," she said sweetly. Her fingers found every knot in my neck, shoulders, and back, then my jaw, her slight fingers pressing the sensitive point under my ears. 

After giving me the best massage I ever had, she lowered herself down and wrapped her arms around me, my hands holding hers while her cheek pressed against mine. 

"Do you want to lay down with your head in my lap? You always used to do that when you were a kid, and then you'd fall asleep," she whispered, kissing me lightly on the cheek. 

"I'd love that," I accepted, putting my legs across the couch while she sat down. I lowered my head into her lap, resting on her silky smooth thighs that were mostly hidden by her dress, holding her left hand on my chest while her right tenderly brushed my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed, completely forgetting about the erection pushing on my jeans, which was undoubtably noticeable, but she didn't say a word. 

I tried to doze off, but I was nowhere near tired. The gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead and hair with the care only a mother could display, was meant to ease me into sleep, yet it was filling me with lust. I did the best I could to pretend I was sleeping, to pretend I wasn't having impure thoughts, but I could never hide anything from my mother. She took her hand from my chest and rested her palm on my forehead. 

"I've got something for you," she whispered. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers grab onto the left strap of her dress, pulling it over her smooth shoulder, down her arm, unveiling the top half of her left breast... 

"Mom?!" I said, grabbing her hand to stop her from going farther. Instinct had taken over, and even though I wanted her more than anything, she was still my mother. Our eyes locked, mine with surprise and hers with the glow of motherly love. "What are you doing?" 

She took my hand and put it back by my side, then placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me. 

"Relax honey. I took some medication that makes me lactate. Please don't feel uncomfortable; it's the most natural thing in the world," she soothed, smiling at me as if I were a child again. 

"Why are you on medication?" I asked, concerned. 

"Well it's not actually medication, I'm taking hormones. The milk is actually very healthy and tastes quite good. Now shh, drink mommy's milk sweetheart." She lifted my head up and slipped the dress strap off her arm, uncovering her firm, supple tit. It was the perfect shape and size, her flawless nipple hard, the areola surrounding it just the right size. 

My mind no longer cared about the views of society; all I wanted at that moment was her nipple, and I didn't hesitate. I latched onto her bosom, placing my right hand on her side, just below her boob as I sucked on her teat. She held my head in the crook of her elbow, her hand holding my right shoulder, her left squeezing her breast to get the milk flowing. I suckled her nipple, being careful not to bite, drawing warm milk into my mouth. I couldn't believe how good her milk tasted; it was sweet, thin, with the tinge of her skin enhancing the flavor. The backs of her fingers brushed against my cheek while I drank from the teat of heaven. 

She slid off her other strap, letting her dress slide down to her waist and unsheathing her second jug. I laid back a bit more and she held my head closer to her shoulder so my face was in her right bosom. I latched on and sucked on her nipple, quickly drawing milk, her left hand caressing my stomach while I drank my fill. I moved my hand from her side and onto her left breast, gently squeezing and feeling her firm mammary. I felt her warm hand slowly make its way down my stomach, her fingers forcing their way into my pants, finding their grip on my hungry penis... 

This time I didn't resist. I continued to suckle and grope her bosoms while she caressed my engorged member, stopping for a moment when she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, but her hand quickly returned. I drank until I was no longer thirsty, then I looked up at her, our eyes locked as lover's. 

I sat up, placing my left hand behind me and holding the back of her head with my right, pulling her into me as she pulled me into her. Her hand held my cock still as we both closed our eyes, our lips coming together in one passionate embrace. We returned with another, then she opened her mouth and I followed suit, our tongues slowly dancing in one another's mouth, a dance that felt like it could last forever, and I wished it would. 

She pulled away, placing her hands on my chest in a motion to stop. Confused, I thought she was pushing me away, but she gave me a reassuring smile and slipped out from under me, pressing her hands on my chest again, this time getting me to lay down. I obliged, laying comfortably on the cold leather. She stood at my side and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulling them off along with my jeans and placing them on the floor. She knelt on the couch and laid down between my legs, her shins resting on the armrest, feet just visible to me above her head. 

My hard penis awaited her on my stomach, but she started elsewhere. Her rosy red lips kissed the insides of my thighs, then both of my neatly trimmed jewels. She licked my scrotum, lifting my balls with her tongue, running the tip along my septum. She ran her tongue up along the bottom of my dick several times, applying more pressure with each trip. She covered my shaft in kisses and flicks of her tongue, her hands fondling my hips. 

The thumb and pointer finger of her right hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pointing it straight up towards the ceiling. She held my tip to her lips, softly kissing and licking the head, her eyes closed, smacking it against her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, slowly inching back and forth, from midway down my penis up to the corona and back, her cheeks pulled inward from her strong but gentle sucking. I held her left hand on my hip, rubbing her delicate knuckles with my thumb, stroking the hair from her forehead with my other hand. 

It was the best blowjob I had ever received; her teeth never touched my dick, her low purring was so beautiful I felt like crying, and her mouth never left my cock even for a moment. 

She began taking me farther down her throat, coming down a little more with each bob of the head until she was taking most of my shaft, returning again and again without so much as a whimper. I wanted this to last forever, her moist lips eternally bound to the love stick she gave me. 

Her lips squeezed my head and gave one last suck, then parted with a kiss, leaving my stick wet with her saliva. She got off of the couch and stood beside me, slipping the dress from the waist to her feet, then her cute black lace panties, revealing her fully naked figure. 

The beauty of the one place I had never seen entranced me, just like her breasts had a short time ago. Her vagina was surprisingly compact, especially for a woman of forty, almost as if it had never been touched. The lips were small along with her clitoris, which had already popped out of its hood, and her dark red pubic hair, which appeared brown in the feint yellow glow of a nearby lamp, was trimmed neatly. 

She didn't give me much time to stare, as she quickly got back on the couch, straddling my hips. She placed a hand on my stomach, reaching down with the other to hold my cock steady while she lowered herself. Her pussy was incredibly tight as she inched farther down, her hand joining the other on my stomach, mine holding her knees at my sides. She breathed out heavily when I was fully inside her, pausing for a few moments before she slowly began to move her hips from side to side, back and forth, in a circular motion, her small lips kissing the base of my engorged member. Her gates of heaven clutched my rod tighter than a virgin's, the pleasure more intense than I had ever felt before. Her hips kept a constant rhythm, her back arched, her voluptuous bosoms squeezed together by her arms, her head tilted up with closed eyes, her throat faintly purring. 

Her hands left my stomach and she leaned forward, putting her weight on me, her forearms resting on the couch. She raised her butt and brought it down, slowly and gently, over and over, my hands holding her plump cheeks. She kissed my lips tenderly, then rested her forehead on mine, content to simply breathe on each other, her breath more heavy than mine, her hips steadily pleasuring the both of us. 

The smell was intoxicating; the mixture of her natural aroma and that of her Chanel No. 5 perfume made me salivate. I felt the tingling sensation of orgasm approach, the sensation tingling throughout my body, the pleasure increasing. My breath became heavy, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks, my legs stretching. 

She quickly raised her hips up and off of my stick, swiftly moving and kneeling between my legs as the sensation peaked. Her lips wrapped around the head of my penis in the knick of time, her right hand stroking my shaft as warm cum shot into her mouth, her left holding my hand while I squeezed it firmly. I grabbed her hand and held it still on my cock, which was spasming uncontrollably in her warm embrace. 

My whole body shook in the most satisfying orgasm of my life, my diaphragm struggling to operate. My mother drank from my cock, sucking semen out vigorously until it stopped coming. My penis rapidly deflated, softening in her palm as I let go of her hand, catching my breath as my body recovered. She stopped sucking and let go of my shaft, instead holding me in her mouth while she rubbed my thighs until the swelling had fully subsided. 

She let my limp cock fall to the side, giving my shaft a quick kiss, then laid down on me, her stomach pressing down on my genitals, boobs squished against my chest. She caressed my cheeks and gave me short, sweet kisses while I rubbed her shoulder blades. 

My hands wandered down to her hips and I pushed upward, lifting her up in the air and turning her over onto her back. I laid her comfortably on the couch and stood beside her, sliding my hands along her creamy white legs. I knelt at the opposite end of the couch and lifted her legs by her ankles, so her angelic feet were level with my mouth. I ran my tongue around her left heel, then up her arch to her toes, savoring her velvety skin, then I traced the outline of her foot with my tongue before doing the same to her other foot. 

Blood had filled my penis again before I finished with her right foot, erect and hungry. Her toes were little drops of heaven in my mouth as I sucked each of them gently. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers massaging her glistening vagina; the place where I came from would be the place I'd finish in tonight. 

Spreading her legs, I placed her left leg on the back of the couch, her right dangling off the seat. I kneeled between her legs, hunched over and entranced by her magnificent vag. I kissed it on the lips, which were surprisingly moist, then licked up the length of it, relishing in the delightful taste. I covered her unbelievable pussy in firm kisses, then flicks of the tongue, holding her thick thighs while she softly moaned. 

A hand ran though my hair and stopped at the back of my head, pulling me in to her. She spread her lips and invited me in, and I did not hesitate. My tongue went deep inside of her, flicking around, darting in and out, then making lapping motions, which were met with louder moans. I retracted my tongue and flicked her swollen red clit, rolling it over and then sucking gently on it. 

She put both hands on my head as my tongue returned to her heavenly walls, pulling me as hard as she could while I rapidly ate her out, squeezing her thighs while her voice raised into joyful screams. She struggled to breathe when she reached orgasm, her vagina quaking on my tongue, warm fluid seeping out, her head reared back in ecstasy. She removed her hands from my head and held the insides of her thighs, breathing heavy as I softly kissed her dripping wet pussy. I nuzzled her short pubes then licked from the top of her vag to her bellybutton, flicking my tongue around her navel while she winded down. 

I laid on her as she had done to me, kissing her neck and collar bone while she rubbed my sides and shoulder blades. My cock was nestled in her little pubic hairs, tingling the underside of my dick as I slowly moved back and forth, our tongues in each other's mouths. 

I backed my hips up and she reached down to guide me in, parting her lips with my head as I entered her for a second time. I grabbed her left leg and put it over my shoulder, pushing it to her chest, her right still draped over the seat. I put my right hand on the cushion and held her breast with my left, slowly moving my hips back and forth, our noses not an inch apart, our breath hastening as time went on. She held my hand on her breast and clutched her thigh, elegantly moaning as I picked up speed, careful not to hit her pelvis as I humped my moaning mother. 

I grabbed her other leg and put it over my shoulder without missing a beat, the new position allowing me deeper penetration, her hands clutching my triceps, my hands at her sides. Her knees were pushed close to her chest, her feet swaying above my head straight up in the air, her breath heavy on my face. I could tell she was close to orgasm; her fingers clitching my arms, her eyes closed tightly, her throat producing the sexiest screams I had ever heard. I hurried my pace, my balls slapping her ass as her voice peaked, her head thrown back while her bosoms seductively bounced. 

Her vagina convulsed and contracted on my thrusting rod, hugging me even tighter than I had even thought possible, her hands clasped my arms hard but her nails never touched my skin. I slowed to a stop as she inhaled deeply, breathing as if she had just run a marathon, her vag still quivering and squeezing my penis tight. 

Spreading her legs apart, I got in closer, kissing her cheeks and neck while she recovered. She caught her breath, kissing me deeply on the lips, her warm hands holding my cheeks. I postured up and put her feet on my stomach, her knees bent and in opposite directions, her toes curled onto my hips. I kept a slow, steady pace, her hands resting between her heels on my stomach, tits clenched between her arms, her head tilted to the side as she softly moaned. I held her knees and admired her perfect facial features and beautiful auburn hair, her incredible melons, her extravagant hands and feet. 

Her rosy red lips beckoned for me to kiss them, and I did, after pushing her feet off my stomach and giving her legs some room. I got down as close to her as I could, placing most of my weight on my forearms by her sides, her nipples pushing against my chest, her arms wrapped around me. Her thighs hugged my hips, her calves resting on my butt, her feet locked together. I barely moved, my penis deep inside her, my pubic bone pressed against her pelvis, my hips slowly swaying but causing intense pleasure for both of us, our tongues switching mouths while we both purred. 




The Christmas Present



I felt the tingling of orgasm course through my body, causing me to speed up, the sensation this time even greater than the last. She hugged me closer, her legs squeezing my hips as hard as she could, her feet locked tight over my tailbone. I pulled my tongue from her lips and moaned in her ear, cock spasming as it shot a heavy load of sperm into my mom's vagina, my hips shaking, my whole body feeling weak and sensationally tingly. I breathed heavily on her neck, feeling safe and sound in her warm embrace, her hands tenderly rubbing my back as I gradually grew limp inside her. 

We laid together for several minutes, her legs hugging me tight, her hand on the back of my head, my face buried in her neck. She gave me a kiss on my temple and released me from the full-body hug, guiding me to lay down with her hands. 

She straddled my stomach, her knees pressed to my sides, and leaned over, offering me a breast. I latched on and began feeding from her bosom, feeling her hips while she rhythmically squeezed her tit to help the flow, her other hand on the armrest to hold her up. I moved to her other teat and suckled merrily, drinking to my heart's desire. My penis was hard again by the time I'd had my fill, eager for the endearing gates of my mother. 

She turned around, her legs still straddling my hips but her head facing the other end of the couch, and slowly lowered herself down onto my blushing stick. Her feet were at my sides, so I grabbed them and bent her legs towards each other, her feet resting on my ribs. She pressed her hips down firmly on my crotch, my penis hidden by her gorgeous round ass, and slowly moved her hips back and forth, her back arched. I held and massaged her feet on my chest, pressing her arches and squeezing her sexy little toes while she picked up speed. 

She raised her butt and brought it down slowly, swifter with each thrust, her ass cheeks beginning to shake, drawing my attention away from her feet, which I still held affectionately. I felt the need to pleasure my mommy, not just have her pleasure me, which she seemed to always do for me and my sister. I moved her feet back to my sides and placed my hands on her butt, signaling for her to stop. 

She raised her hips up and off of my rod, letting me get up from under her and kneel behind her. I put her forearms up on the armrest, putting her legs together between mine in doggystyle position. I held her beautiful love-handles, squeezing them lightly as I once again entered the gates of heaven, slowly thrusting my staff of pleasure deep inside. Her soft moans made me want to hear her scream in delight, pushing me to go faster, squeezing her hips as her butt started to jiggle, her voice rising to my enjoyment. I clutched her shoulders and rammed her as fast as I could, her plump ass jiggling with each slap of my pubic bone, her jugs flailing. 

Her heavenly squeals told me she was about to cum, which fueled me to go even faster, the slapping noise of her ass and her joyful screams producing a beautiful melancholy of pleasure. I felt her walls closing on my thrusting dick but I kept going, the pleasure unbelievable, her cries the most wonderful music I had ever heard. I slowed to a crawl as her orgasm reached climax, her puckered pussy squirting juices on my engorged member, her screaming replaced by heavy breathing. I bent over and put some of my weight on her back, placing my forearms on the armrest outside of hers, holding her hands and kissing her neck as I came to a stop deep inside her shuddering pussy. 

I kissed her cheek and shoulder while she recovered, squeezing my hands just as her vag squeezed my cock. I sucked softly on her earlobe, tasting the gold of her subtle diamond earrings more than her skin. My tongue flicked in and around her petit ear, then retreated as I kissed her lovingly on the cheek. I let go of her hands and instead held her breasts, groping her supple tits. I laid on my side and pulled her with me, my back on the back of the couch, spooning my lovely mom. 

We rested our heads on the armrest, her hands holding mine on her voluptuous breasts. I buried my face in her lush auburn hair, which was slightly damp with her sweat, and slowly moved my hips, my penis deep inside her wet pussy, her knees slightly bent with her feet on my shins. 

She lifted her right leg up in the air, letting go of my right hand and moving on a bit of an angle toward me, her right shoulder closer than her left. I held up her thigh and her fingers locked between mine, her foot coming down to rest on the side of my knee. I still held her left breast as I moved my hips again, a bit faster than before. I covered her neck and cheek in kisses, noticing the time on the wall clock read almost four o'clock. I was astounded at how long we had been at it, but at the same time I never wanted it to stop. I continued to hump her tight vag, tasting her now salty skin as I licked her cheek and neck. 

She took my hands off of her and turned into me, her eyes meeting mine, adoration in both of our gazes. She lifted her left leg up for me to take, which I lifted up above my shoulder, her knee straight with the top of her calf resting on my neck, her heel on the edge of the couch. She was surprisingly flexible, moving her head closer to me, her knee right beside her face as we kissed, the top of her thigh squishing her left bosom. 

I entered her loving vagina and she wrapped her left arm around her thigh and held my side, my hand falling upon her elbow. I hugged her close with my left arm under her armpit, her right hand placed affectionately on the armrest under my cheek. The tips of our noses touched and stayed together as I gently thrust my shaft into her, her warm breath and oddly soothing moans washing over my mouth. I picked up speed, my low grunts drowned out by her loud moaning. I tried to fend off orgasm as best I could, as we were both approaching climax and I had to make sure I didn't finish before she had been fulfilled. 

She raised her head and aimed her mouth straight up, not wanting to scream in my face, although I wouldn't have minded, her hand finding the back of my head and pulling me to her chest. I felt her pussy tighten and I let go, my hips still mindlessly humping while our genitals spasmed and tightened in and on each other. I moaned heavily into her chest, muffled by her cleavage as I exploded inside of her, my penis jerking back and forth as waves of semen clashed with her rushing vaginal fluids, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the longest orgasm I ever had, twice as long as either of the two I had experienced earlier, an incredible load pouring into my own mom's vagina. Both of our bodies shook together, both of us struggling to breathe, still moaning. 

She lowered her head and rested her chin on my forehead, her mouth wide open and washing my hair in hot breath. My penis wilted, her vagina slowly loosening its grip until it was back to normal. We caught our breath, still clinging to each other. 

I grabbed her leg and lowered it to my hip, letting her groin relax. I pulled my head from her chest and looked into her caring eyes, both of us infinitely satisfied. I brushed the hair from her beautiful face, my cheek resting happily in her palm. I pulled my hips out just far enough that my penis dislodged from her dripping vagina, then put my right leg between hers, her pussy wet on my thigh. I grabbed a blanket from the top of the couch and sprawled it over us, trapping our body heat. I drew her closer, her breasts pressed against my chest, holding her hip and rubbing her back while she stroked my cheek tenderly. 

We kissed goodnight deeply, then put our foreheads together, closed our eyes and drifted to sleep, exhausted and fulfilled. We held each other close, knowing our relationship was forever changed, but for the better. 

It was the best Christmas present I could ever have asked for.



The Christmas Present Cruise



I met Wade in a church, of all places. Not that either one of us is religious, and neither one of us was attending a church service there. It was the cathedral in Cologne, Germany. I was bumming around Europe during the summer between university and grad school—I was studying art photography at MICA, the Maryland Institute College of Art, in Baltimore—and Wade had come off a river boat cruise lashed up to the side of the Rhine near the cathedral. I was studying the art of the cathedral and photographing it at interesting angles to add to my “what you did this summer?” study for when I returned to the institute. And, as it turned out, Wade was studying the photogenic young men walking around the open square in front of the cathedral.

He tripped on the front steps of the cathedral—or pretended to—and I was near enough to keep him from falling.

He was forward enough to smile and lift his eyebrows to me, as if to say that, to him, I looked astonishing, and to ask me if I was interested in having a drink and a meal on him in a nearby café in gratitude for saving his life. I hardly thought I’d saved him from much harm, but I was on a very limited travel budget and he seemed a pleasant enough fellow—in his early fifties maybe and trim and very well groomed; very expensively dressed, which boded well for a good meal—so I said “sure.”

He took me to the Gasttaette im Mariengarten restaurant, which was just off the cathedral square. He went right to it, which gave me the impression he had mapped everything out, a thought that proved prophetic enough quite soon. We ascertained during the meal—which indeed was quite good and plentiful—that he owned a winery west of Baltimore and was taking a Rhine river cruise to taste the German wines and stave off boredom. There was no indication given that he was married or that there was anyone significant in his life. A loner, just like me.

We laughed at the coincidence that I was living in Baltimore and going to school there when he lived just to the west of Baltimore. And here we’d both met by chance in northern Germany. And we were even more amused that he was an avid art collector and I was studying to be an art photographer.

“I rather thought something like that,” he said. “I saw that you were taking hundreds of photographs around the cathedral and were quite serious about it.”

He had watched me take hundreds of photographs. That had taken me a couple of hours. And he had been watching me. I thought that a little odd, but I also was secretly pleased—that he was that interested in me. I could possibly have been more interested in him, I thought, if we had more time. I was pretty much asexual up to this point, but I long had assumed I could go either way if the person was attractive enough. And, in men, it was the older, distinguished-looking, trim ones who captivated my interest.

Wade fit all of those categories. Plus he appeared to be quite wealthy and he was a very pleasant conversationalist.

And there was little beating around the bush with Wade. He was very direct.

“Seriously, I would be very interested in seeing your art work,” he said. “I have revolving art and photography exhibits in the tasting rooms of my winery—plus I collect what I like myself. Perhaps you could give me your card, and I could view some of your work when we’re both back in Maryland.”

My card, I thought. He and I definitely lived in two different worlds. “How about if I write my name and e-mail address on one of these napkins?” I asked.

“That would be divine,” he answered. “Here’s my card. If I don’t contact you by the end of the summer, feel free to call me. And do come out to the winery too for a tasting—all free, of course.”

Over dessert we discussed what had brought us both to Cologne and what our travel experiences were. I didn’t keep from him how limited my travel budget was, but it wasn’t meant as any sort of setup for a come on. Wade appeared to take it for that, though—or at least take it as a green signal for further—and, now, very bald—advances.

“I’ve booked a room at the Linden Hotel just down the street,” he said. “But I have to be back on the boat by 6:00 p.m. If you’ll come with me, I’ll pay you $100 and you can keep the room, prepaid for the night. Get a nice shower and a good night’s rest and a complimentary breakfast in the morning.”

“Come with you?” He had booked a hotel room just for the afternoon?

“Yes, I would very much like to fuck you. You go with men, don’t you? You have that look about you. I’m seldom wrong.” He had reached across the table and taken hold of my hand. He could feel me begin to tremble. He didn’t feel me take my hand away, because I didn’t.

“I’ve never . . . No, I don’t really go with men.”

He was nothing if not confident and persistent. “But you hesitate and you haven’t taken your hand away,” he said. Then is a slightly more hoarse voice, “If you are a virgin to men, then of course I would pay more. And I would be gentle. Your initiation would be all that you could hope for.”

“I’m sorry . . . I don’t know . . .”

“I think you do know—down, very deep inside you, I think you do know. I watched you for some time. You weren’t taking photographs the entire time. You were looking at people on the square from time to time. Not at young girls much. More at mature men. Men like me. Your eyes were lingering on men like me—assessing and enjoying the look of them. I assure you that I’m an expert lover. I can teach you to take much pleasure out of being with a man. And I know you could use the night in a good hotel and a little extra spending cash.”

I lowered my eyes, lost for something to say. Of course it was a ridiculous idea, and I certainly wasn’t looking at men on the cathedral square with any special interest—surely not with a prurient interest.

But it was true that I hadn’t taken my hand from his, nor had I done more than flinch slightly when he put the other hand on my thigh below the surface of the table. It was quite true that I could use a good night’s sleep in a decent hotel and a good breakfast. Even a good shower was welcome at this stage of my travels.

And I remember having joked with my fellow students before I set out for Europe that I was looking for adventure—something I could bravely do in Europe that I wouldn’t do at home.

“$200,” he said in a quiet little voice.

I didn’t look up. But I didn’t get up and leave him in indignation either.

“Waiter,” Wade called out. “Check please.”

He had a hand on me all the time we were walking to the hotel—on my arm or the small of my back. It was as if he sensed that I might cut and run at any moment. And if this was his assessment, he was right. I was close to hyperventilating, struggling in my mind whether I could go through with this. My mind was racing. Was he right about me subconsciously ogling men of his age? I knew it wasn’t right that I had so little sexual experience. I thought it was just that I was so busy establishing an artistic life—that eventually I’d meet some young woman I had chemistry with and we’d settle in with each other. I’d never thought of meeting some young man, even though throughout the art world this was normal. Now that I thought about it, though, I had been attracted to one of my art professors. And he was gay. I knew that, and he didn’t hide it. Was my attraction to him because he was a model as an artist or because he was gay? Or maybe because he was both gay and of a similar age and commanding presence as Wade?

At the door of the hotel, I knew I just couldn’t do it. It scared me that Wade had it all set up. He had intended to fuck some young man in this hotel this afternoon as just a side activity of his expensive river cruise. He said he’d be attentive to my first-time needs and that he’d pay me $200, but maybe he was just a bit too smooth and confident.

And maybe I wasn’t capable of gay sex or as attracted to him as he was trying to sell me.

“I’m sorry, Mr. LaPage, I can’t do it. I’m just not ready for anything like that.” I held back from mounting the steps to the entrance of the hotel, and Wade drew me off to the side, holding me at arms’ length with hands lightly gripping my upper arms. I assumed he was going to be livid. But he wasn’t.

“Ah, that’s a pity. But I understand. You need to think about it, though. I’m almost never wrong. I think I know what you want. You walked with me from the café to here, so both you and I know you are strongly considering it. There will be opportunities in Baltimore. But you must understand that I don’t have much time to convince you today. I must make other arrangements if you’re not ready. There isn’t much time before I have to be back on board.”

We parted amicably—with me slightly disappointed he had given up so easily. Half way across the cathedral square, I turned and looked back. I think I would have walked back to him then, but he already had a hand on another young man’s arm. And this time, the pair walked directly up the steps and into the entrance of the Linden hotel.

During the following fall, Wade called me a couple of times in Baltimore. I tried to be as polite and noncommittal as possible when he asked me if I was ready to visit him. At no time did I just tell him to fuck off, though. It was as if I knew he was right about what I wanted but just couldn’t cross that line.

Somehow he obtained a mailing address for me. At Christmas he sent me a pair of sheer, red, silk sleeping shorts, with a note that he surely would love to see me under his Christmas tree wearing those. On Valentine’s day, he sent me flowers and a box of chocolates and a request that I let him show me his winery—and the apartment he kept on the floor above that. He said there was a soaking tub for two in the apartment and he rather graphically described what we could do in that tub.

I crumpled the note up and tossed it in the trashcan. Later, however, I retrieved it and smoothed it out. I placed it in the center drawer on my work table, and a couple of times when I felt tense, I took it out and masturbated to what he had written.

My birthday was in July. I have no idea how he had tracked that down, although I think he somehow had gotten to one of the other graduate art students who was giving me knowing looks and was coming close, I was sure, to propositioning me himself. Wade was even more direct this time. He sent me a box of condoms and specialty lubricant and a request that I let him take me to a hotel in New York. There was a widely publicized photography exhibit in New York City in September that he said he was aching to take me to—and unbeknownst to him, but perhaps not as I hadn’t made a secret of my interest, it was an exhibit I was aching to go to also.

He almost was beyond direct. He included a photograph of him in the nude. He was in very good shape and he was holding an erection that had to be well over average. His note explicitly told me what he wanted to do with that erection. The photograph went in the center drawer of my work table along with the note he had sent on Valentine’s Day.

At Thanksgiving, I received a ticket for a five-day Christmas cruise leaving Baltimore, bound for Bermuda. It included a note saying the ticket was nonrefundable and that he wouldn’t be on the cruise. He included a photocopy of tickets in his own name for a Christmas cruise on the Danube.

“It’s not that I’m giving up on wanting you,” he wrote in an attached note. “But this is my pledge how much I want you and what lengths I will go to to have you.”

I checked. The ticket indeed was nonrefundable—and I was informed that the booking deal came with a hefty cabin allowance that also wasn’t refundable. I checked to make sure it was for a single-birth cabin.

And then I decided to go ahead and take the cruise. I felt I had earned a cruise for all the hard work I’d done that semester—not necessarily from Wade, but I didn’t see anyone else around with a checkbook in their hands.

* * * *

I got my last fall semester paper submitted not more than three hours before the cruise was set to sail on December 23rd and then it was a race for the Baltimore docks. The ship wasn’t nearly as big as the Royal Caribbean ship I’d seen in ads that sailed from Baltimore, but it was sleek. I was so weary when I boarded that I went straight to my cabin, which, although it was a single, had a small balcony and a full wall of glass facing Baltimore harbor.

I slept the sleep of the dead for a good three hours beyond the sailing time. I managed to drag up in time for the first-night dinner as the ship was nearing Hampton Roads for its sail out into the Atlantic and eastward journey to the island of Bermuda.

It was only then that it struck me that there didn’t seem to be any women on this cruise.

“Yes, this is a gays-only cruise,” a flouncy little maître d’ who was making goo-goo eyes at me assured me when I looked perplexed by his effort to redirect me from the dining room to the pool deck for dinner. “And you, my dear, are overdressed. This is a let-it-all-hang-out sail, and I think when you let it all hang out, you definitely will be the belle of the ball. Tonight’s dinner is a buffet on the pool deck. You can take those stairs over there—unless you’d like to stay around and talk with me longer.”

He was right. There wasn’t much in the way of clothing at dinner, which was a barbeque buffet around the topside swimming pool. Everyone but me was in nothing much more than a Speedo. I was late to dinner, and some of the men were already beyond the “wearing a Speedo” phase.

I took my plate and retired to my cabin. Sitting on the balcony and watching the last glimpses of Virginia Beach recede to the west, I contemplated how I was going to be able to stay in my cabin—and out of trouble—for five days. At least one day would be spent docked in Bermuda and I could escape from the ship as long as it was in port.

I knew what Wade was up to in sending me on this cruise. He figured I’d become part of the party and arrive back in Baltimore all gung ho to give in to his advances. Well, he had another think coming on that. I was warming up to the idea, that was true, but I didn’t like to be pushed into anything. One of these days, I would just show up at his winery. I would take the next step under my own steam. When I could build up the steam to take such a defining step.

I wouldn’t have put it past Wade to be on this cruise himself, despite the evidence that he was in Europe. I’d actually called for him on the telephone at the winery the day before sailing to see if I could catch him at a deception, but the woman I talked to claimed he was vacationing on the Danube. I wasn’t fully convinced then, though, and less so now.

The invitation that was slipped under my door the next morning let me know I couldn’t hide in my room. I was being invited to sit at the captain’s table for the Christmas Eve gala meal that night. That was the first time it dawned on me that I hadn’t even given a thought that I’d be at sea on Christmas Day and away from anyone I knew. Both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day had been a time when we’d go around visiting family and close friends. I didn’t have many close friends and very little family left, but the previous Christmas I had managed to scrape up enough of both to have some feel for the Christmas spirit.

Still when night came on both nights of the previous Christmas, I got nearly snookered by myself with Christmas wine, went to my solitary bed—wearing the silky red sleeping shorts Wade had given me, I must admit—and masturbated myself into a hazy sleep.

We wouldn’t reach Kings Wharf in Bermuda until the morning of the 26th. Until then, I would be out at sea with temptation at every turn.

I didn’t know if it was some sort of sacrilege to turn down an invitation to the captain’s table for Christmas Eve, but I’d brought the sleeping shorts and I could order the wine in. I could do no worse this Christmas Eve than I had done the last—and I would not have taken that irrevocable step of having sex with another man.

I called for the room porter and asked him how I could convey my regrets—that I had neglected to bring a suit, let alone a tux, on the cruise. The porter smiled, left, and within twenty minutes had returned with a tuxedo on a hanger that fit me like a glove.

Mid afternoon on Christmas Eve, decked out in my tux—in which I had admit I looked really, really good—I left my room in search of alcoholic support and went to the lounge. Most of the men—all on the frenzied make because this was that sort of cruise—were topside at the swimming pool. I briefly looked out on that deck before going to the lounge and saw that, as expected, there was a major sex orgy in progress out there.

I retreated quickly to the lounge in the fantail of the boat on a deck that included just that lounge, the dining room, and the central atrium with the reception desk.

The lounge was decorated for Christmas, which I didn’t find to be a surprise, but what did surprise me was that seeing the decorations and hearing the Christmas music made me feel both sad and maudlin at the same time.

Other than the two bartenders, who both gave me very warm smiles when I came in and ordered my first of several drinks, there was only one other man in the lounge. He was gray haired and patrician looking. In fact, I thought I recognized him as a popular leading man in British movies—swashbuckling in his early movies and a suave heartthrob for middle-aged women in his later years. He was smoking a cigarette, had a snifter with brandy or port in his hand, and was viewing the Christmas tree and, beyond that, the wake that was endlessly churning off the stern of the ship as it steamed east. He, like me was wearing a well-cut tuxedo, and he, more than I, I was sure, looked like it was exactly what he should be wearing.

I sat half way across the lounge from him, taking in the same view that he was. I had tossed off three drinks, preparing myself to socialize at the captain’s table. I had no idea he even knew I was there until he spoke, in a sad, but beautifully modulated and resonating British baritone.

“You seem as melancholy as I feel,” he said. “I came on this cruise to forget and all I can do is remember. Surely, you are too young and blessed to also be wallowing in doom and gloom here in the lounge. I would have thought you would be carousing with the best of them topside.”

“I wasn’t aware what kind of cruise it was,” I answered.

“Ah. And you find it all repugnant? You are afraid that, with your glorious looks, you will be ravished?”

I laughed at that. My answer surprised even me, though, and I have no idea why I responded with such unrealized honesty. “No, not exactly. I’m afraid that it’s what I would want. A man who wants me has tricked me to come on this voyage. I think he hopes I will be ravaged and will come back to him with open arms.”

“And that would be bad? Come, come over closer and sit with me. I find that talking with someone else would be comfort. It surprises me that it would. I came in here thinking otherwise.”

I moved over closer to him, where I still had the same view of the tree and the ship’s wake that he had, though. One of the bartenders refreshed my drink. I was feeling quite mellow from the booze and that must have made me loose tongued. We sat in silence for a few moments.

“I asked if that would be bad—if what your hopeful lover wants for you—for both of you—is a bad thing.”

“Well, it came as quite a surprise when he first told me what he wanted. But over the months, I admit that I’ve found the prospect increasingly attractive.”

“Then perhaps you don’t need whatever he wishes for you on this cruise. Perhaps you just need to return to him and give yourself to him. You will never know if it’s the right thing for you or not unless you give it a try. And you seem the steady type. I doubt it will knock you on your feathers even if you find it isn’t for you.”




The Christmas Present I Gave



I descended the stairs smelling the watermelon body spritz, and watching the glitter from the spray sparkling on my arms. I felt sexy and sensual as I entered the living room. My black high heels clicked on the hard wood floors and I felt my skirt swish against my thighs. The lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, reflecting off the tinsel on the tree. The angel draped in white and gold glowed atop the tree. I circled the room, lighting the candles one by one. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall as it chimed seven times. I turned on the radio to a station playing twenty-four hours of holiday music. I quickened my step as I walked to the kitchen. I filled the ice bucket and pushed the wine bottle into the crystal cubes and lowered the lights. He should be here any minute -- and he better hurray before I changed my mind!

I had been dating Jack for about six months and this was our first Christmas together. We were both in our early twenties and had just started our careers. He was an architect and I was a bookkeeper. We had decided on only giving each other one gift this year as we were both a little short of cash. I had struggled and struggled with what to give him and as I placed the small wrapped box beneath the tree I blushed and hoped it would be enough.

The doorbell rang at the same time the timer on the stove went off. I opened the door and motioned for him to come in as I turned and rushed to the kitchen. I turned off the stove and carefully opened the oven door. I heard him close the front door as I lifted the casserole out of the oven.

"Ho, ho, ho -- Have you been a good girl this year?" Jack laughed as he entered the kitchen.

I set the casserole down and turned to see a Santa hat on Jacks head.

"Nice touch with the hat." I said as I pulled the oven mittens off my hands and smoothed my skirt.

His eyes caught mine as he pulled me into his chest and I tilted my head up as he kissed me deeply.

"Mmmmm, you smell like watermelon." He said as he kissed my shoulder.

I inhaled him. He smelled like soap and aftershave lotion. I kissed his neck. "Ready for dinner?" I asked.

"I am starving!" He said as he slipped his coat off and draped it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

"What can I do?" He asked rubbing his hands together.

I handed him the corkscrew. "Why don't you open the wine for me?"

"Sure baby." He said as his fingers grazed my hand.

I lit the candles on the kitchen table and put the casserole and vegetables on the table as he poured us two glasses of white wine and we sat down.

"Smells great." He said as he piled his plate with food.

We chatted about work and the next several days off. Dinner went by fast and we moved to the living room. I curled my legs under me as I snuggled into him. We sat drinking our wine and just looking at the tree. The Christmas Cookie smelling candles filled the room with a sweet, delicious cookie scent. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady pressure of his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head.

I was feeling warm from the wine and sexy from his kisses. I watched the twinkling of the lights and the flicker of the candles as the colors collided with one another making my boring white walls ablaze with color. I finished my glass, entranced in the colors.

"Lin." Jack said pulling me out of my trance. "Linda, are you falling asleep?"

I rolled towards him and answered him with a hot, passionate kiss. My hands dug into his shoulders, my fingers twisted his shirt in my fist as our kisses became the only thing I wanted at the moment. I heard him set our wine glasses down on the glass end table as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me long and deep.

My breath quickened as he slid his hands up and down my body, pressing me back into the couch. I kissed him over and over, nipping at his lips, flicking my tongue back and forth with his. I was getting hot and bothered rather quickly. 

I pulled his shirt up over his head. Running my hands over his chest and shoulders. He ran his hand up under my skirt as he kissed my neck. With his other hand he unbuttoned my shirt and kissed me along my collar bone sending shivers through my body. Knowing he would kiss me everywhere and enjoying the anticipation but wanting the sweet release he brings to my body now. He kissed along the edges of my bra where the material met my skin. He ran his fingers under the edge of my panties, teasing me, making me crazy with want.

I placed my mouth over his as he turned over and pulled me up onto his lap. I could feel his cock through his pants already hard pressing between my legs. He pushed my shirt down off my arms as he nibbled on my neck. I arched my back, pressing my hips down on his erection and thrust my breasts up into his face.

He licked the place between my breasts as he took both his hands and pulled my bra straps down. Our eyes met as I squirmed in his lap, waiting for him to take my breasts into his hot mouth. He ran his hands down my arms.

"Glitter?" He said with a look of surprise as he looked from my arms to his palms.

"Yes, watermelon glitter." I said breathlessly as I kissed his chest and unbuttoned his pants.

As I pulled his zipper down and freed his erection from his trousers, he slid his hands down my arms again and pulled them gently behind my back. My thumbs were resting in the crack of my ass. I really started to squirm; I loved when he took control. The harder I squirmed, the further into the crack of my ass my fingers pressed. 

He held my hands with one of his behind my back and pulled my panties to the side. I was so wet with desire for him I could barely stand it. He fingered me as he suckled one of my breasts free of my bra. He licked at my nipple as he played with me, sliding the head of his cock between my moist lips. He kissed me, my ferocious hunger for him growing with every hot, hard kiss. Just when I thought I could no longer stand it he sucked my nipple into his mouth, pulling hard and at the same moment slide his cock into me. 

I lost total control for a moment as I bucked up and down as he slammed his hips into me. His hands holding my arms behind me back, my breasts thrust into his face with every bounce on Jack's lap. I rode him like that until I exploded on his cock. My pussy squeezing his erectness with each spasm.

I kissed him, knowing he wasn't finished yet. He stood, cupping my ass with both hands as his pants fell to the floor. He somehow managed to keep his throbbing cock inside me as he carried me and shuffled to the wall. He pushed my back on the wall. The coolness of the wall making me press my body harder into him as he fucked me. He pumped harder and harder, my left leg slipped from his grasp and I stood on my tiptoes on that foot as he pulled my other leg up higher.

He slid his free hand up my body, his fingers in my hair at the base of my skull, gently pulling, knowing that would bring me closer to another orgasm. He slammed his cock back and forth, faster and faster as he tugged on my hair. He thrust his hips as far as he could into me as I felt his cock empty his essence deep inside me. His fingers, his hot mouth on mine and his throbbing cock against the inside of me made me come again, throwing my head back and moaning into the night.

Jack release both my hair and my other leg as he rested his head against the coolness of he wall. I shivered as the wall touched my entire back and I spied Jack's Christmas present, resting beneath the tree.

I pushed him away from me and took him by the hand, leading him to the couch.

"Want your Christmas present?" I said teasingly. "I know you will like it."

"Wait, wait. You have to open yours first." He said lifting his pants off the floor. "Close your eyes Linda."

I obliged with his wishes. My lashes fluttering as I tried to keep my eyes closed. I was never good at this waiting thing. He kissed me and pulled me onto his lap. 

"Keep them closed." He said as he kissed my back, right between my shoulder blades.

I felt the coolness of a necklace as he slipped it around my neck. "Okay, open Lin."

I ran my hands along the necklace and lifted it off my chest as I looked down onto it. It was a beautiful emerald and silver necklace. I loved it. Emerald is my birthstone and I kissed him over my shoulder, as I thanked him for the gift. I suddenly was panicking that my gift would seem silly in comparison and became very aware of the puddle I was leaking onto Jack's leg. I shifted my weight as he kissed down my spine.

"Are you sure you like it?" He questioned.

"Yes, yes I love it. Absolutely. Just worried you won't like yours." I said as I started to get self conscious.

I could feel his cock hardening against my ass as he kissed and bit, running his hands along my ribs and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor as he reached in front of me and cupped my breasts in his hands. Rolling the nipples between his fingers and making me press down onto his growing cock.

I felt myself getting carried away with wanting him again. "Stop. Wait. You have to open your present first." I knew if I didn't give it to him now I would chicken out.

I rose and snatched the present out from under the tree. I handed the small, wrapped gift to him as I kissed him hard and then licked down his chin, flicking his nipples with my tongue and continuing down his body. Licking his navel and kissing his hips. 

"Go ahead; open it while I devour you!" I laughed as I sucked his cock into my mouth.

"It is hard to concentrate as I get hard in your mouth beautiful." He laughed.

I sucked his cock eagerly, watching as he tore off the paper. "Uh, lube? Thanks -- we will have fun with that!" He said, not really all that excited.

I deep throated his cock feeling him growing bigger. My resolve was waning as I stood and took the container of lube from his hand. I bent and kissed him as I whispered into his mouth, "That's not your entire present."

I had suddenly lost my words and almost my will power as I turned and knelt before him on the couch. I uncapped the lube, squeezed some on my lower back and drizzled it across my ass. I reached between my legs and grasped his cock. I rubbed the head of his cock back and forth, from my lower back, down the crack of my ass and slipped it into my wet, hot pussy. I rocked back and forth on my knees, impaling myself on his cock.

"Hmmmmmm." I heard him murmur. He had to be surprised at the role reversal. I never took control like this. 

His hands grabbed my hips as he moved in rhythm with me. I could feel him pumping faster, our bodies slapping together. Soon I would be so lost in my own impending orgasm I would not deliver the rest of Jack's present; so I knew I had to act now. I slowed the pace and he read my body language as he slowed with me. I reached behind me, pulling his cock out of me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, slowly sliding up and down his length. I rubbed the head of his cock back and forth in the lube on my lower back.

He bent forward, cupping one breast and sucked on my ear lobe. "Why are we stopping? I want you; you are so wet with the lube." I felt his hand reaching for his cock.

"No, baby, no. Here is the rest of your Christmas present, I hope you enjoy it." I said as I took his cock and slid the head into my ass. He froze for a moment as did I. The pleasure/pain feeling hit me for a minute as my ass adjusted to his cock. Neither of us moved. 

"Are you sure?" He stuttered. "You said you never wanted to try this." He said, still sounding shocked the head of his cock was buried in my ass.

I could feel my ass clenching on his cock as I pressed myself backwards slowly. Jack was still not moving. Well - his body was frozen, his cock was not - but he was letting me control the pace. He kneaded my ass cheeks, spreading the lube all over.

I slowly slid back and forth, not quite ready to take all of him into my ass.

"Uhhhhh, Linda. I can't hold off much longer." He said as I began to slide faster.

I touched my clit as I grew hotter and hotter. I began to pick up the pace and he followed. I raised up as he cupped my breast, pinching my nipple as he slid his entire cock into my ass. I was so hot for him to fuck my ass.

One hand was on my hip, pulling me back onto his cock with every stroke. "Pull my hair; please pull my hair as you fuck my ass." I said, almost screaming as I felt my rising orgasm getting ready to overtake me. He pulled my hair into a pony tail with his other hand as he kept his first hand on my hip. I fucked his cock harder and harder, impaling him with my ass as he groaned with every thrust. He pulled back on my hair and I felt his fingers squeeze my hip hard as I pressed back as hard as I could onto him and came. He pushed his hips against mine and then he came inside my ass. 

We stayed locked together, his cock still in my ass, just quietly resting there for a while. I laid my forehead on the back of the couch, completely satiated and feeling his hot breath on my back. His fingers were tangled in my hair and they played there as he disengaged them from my locks. His hand relaxed on my hip. Tracing small circles down my side.

"Merry Christmas baby, Merry Christmas." I panted, wondering what New Year's Eve would bring.