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Happy New Me

By: Friskee_cpl



"Paul!" Erin yelled across the swirling mass of humanity, "Hold my bag for a minute will you. I need to take these shoes off."

Paul bravely pushed against the seething vortex of drunk and disorderly revellers and grabbed her red handbag. Why she would decide to take her shoes off when in the middle of the concourse along Circular Quay on Sydney Harbour during New Year's Eve, Paul had no idea. Maybe her shoes were slowing her down or the ridiculously long black high heels were painful, but whatever the reason, it was a stupid move.

Paul called out to his friends to meet up near the railway platform, a message that they clearly received with a wave of their hands. Erin though was now battling with the buckles on her shoes, her long red fake nails were getting in the road. 

A police siren wailed nearby as Paul, not wanting to stand there with a handbag clasped in his palm any longer, called out to her, "Erin we'll meet you at the station, okay?"

Erin though didn't catch what he said and concentrating solely on not scratching her new shoes, held her hand up to him to halt, to hold on and wait, a move Paul misconstrued as an affirmative, the permission to leave.

Keen to pass the handbag to his sister Annie, Paul turned on his heels and headed to the station. 

When Erin finally peeled her shoes off, and shrunk about three inches in height, Paul and her friends were nowhere to be seen. At only five foot two inches, the world that she could observe was little more than a great forest of party-goers looking for more booze and a better vantage point for the midnight fireworks.

Suddenly, she was alone. She had no phone, no wallet, no money, nothing but the fragment of clothes on her back. Panicking she firstly ran towards the bus stop where they'd got off, then towards the last pub that they were at, then to the pub that they all said they were going to, but they were nowhere to be seen. With the benefit of hindsight she realised she should have reversed her search and gone to the pub first. She had no idea what her friend's phone numbers were, they were all stored in her address book, there was no need to memorise anything. 

This was what she'd been dreading. Being separated from her friends in a strange city and no feasible way of making her way back to her home in the country town of Wimageen, over 350 kilometres away. 

She never really wanted to come to Sydney for the Christian fellowship forum that they were attending. They had all arrived late that evening and planned on going out for a few drinks before turning in at some hostel that Paul had booked. Paul took it upon himself to deliver all the bags to the hostel so Erin, nor anyone else, had any idea where the hostel even was, or what it was called. 

For thirty minutes she stood outside an apartment block scanning the crowd for a familiar face. Hoping to get lucky, Erin lost count of the number of lads that approached her. As a petite brunette in a black mini skirt and red halter neck top, she certainly looked like a girl ready to party, not the representative of a Christian church.

She would chat amiably with the boys that had the Dutch courage to approach her, however when she would ask them if she could log onto Facebook on their phones, they all either didn't use it, said no, or in the case of two young fools, dressed in ridiculous homey gear, became abusive.

"What do you want my phone for, slut?" one of them asked as he staunched her. "Gonna ring your fucking pimp you stinking whore?!"

Shocked at their language Erin at first thought they were just mucking around, being idiotic in front of each other, but when one pushed her against the door of the apartment entry and demanded that she suck him off, she knew that this was going all wrong. One of them, with the word 'Love' tattooed on the left side of his neck and the word 'Hate' on the right, slipped his hand up her skirt and attempted to go the grope.

"Hey fuck off," she surprised herself by the use of such vulgar language, but it seemed appropriate for the moment. Using her shoes as a weapon she slapped at them with her heels, "Get off, fuck off, get off." 

"Come on slut," one of them said, "Take us both and you can have our fucking phone."

Appalled at their behaviour Erin was having none of that and she did what she remembered from her self-defence courses, she kneed the bigger one in the balls.

He recoiled in pain and turned away but his mate reacted by turning sideways and wrapped his arm around her neck. Passersby just stared at their phones, seemingly oblivious to the abuse being meted out to the young girl. 

"For that," the guy with his arm around her said, "There'll be no phone." Erin was pinned hard into the guys headlock and his mate had recovered enough to stand upright again.

"You dirty fucking slut," he said as he raised his hand to strike her. The blow though never reached her. His arm appeared to be held back by some magical power and the surprised expression on his face was priceless. After being forcibly swung around his head snapped back and he collapsed down behind a large pot plant. 

Erin saw none of this until suddenly the man released her from the headlock and she collapsed down into a pool of liquid, the origin of which was very uncertain.

"What the fuck," was all the second accomplice could muster before he was flung to the ground and his stupid ugly face was smacked into the tiles.

"You alright love," a woman's voice said to her as she helped her to her feet.

"I..." she looked down at the offender and expected to see a man on top of him, what she saw though was a blonde haired woman, clad in a fairy costume and not much bigger than herself, using a belt to wrap around his wrists.

"Don't worry about those two anymore," the woman turned her to the one that was unconscious near the pot plant, a man dressed as a pirate was checking the offenders pulse with one hand and pulling his wallet out with the other. "We've taken care of them for you."

Erin couldn't help but begin to cry. In a flurry of tears and gurgled speech she told the attractive brunette woman, who was dressed as a nurse, all about the lost bag and how she was alone with no phone, money, cards or friends. 

"I'm Kim," the woman said, "That there on that fellow is Amy and over here checking the unconscious guy is Dave."

"Wow," Erin said, "How did they do that?"

"We're all police officers," another male voice said as he wandered up to them. "Thankfully off-duty at the moment though, but we couldn't help ourselves."

"This is Detective Sergeant Banks," Kim said, "My partner."

"We saw what was happening from inside," Banks nodded towards the entrance way. "The girls insisted we take out these toe-rags."

"Thanks," Erin said and hugged herself into Kim's arms, "Thanks so much."

Amy waved up from the ground as two uniformed police officers and some paramedics appeared on the scene. 

"So Erin, what are you thinking of doing now, considering your situation?" Kim asked as she pulled at her wet clothes, "I'm not really sure what this wet stuff actually is."

"I don't know," her desperate situation filled her soul again and a tear welled in her eyes. "I'm only in the city for a few days, I'm here as part of a church group and I know no one. I can't remember their phone numbers, I can't call my parents because they live four hours away, I have no money to hop on Facebook at one of those internet cafe things, I'm stuffed."

Erin began to shake and Kim wrapped her arms around the young girl, trying to comfort her as best she could. Erin felt a warmth emanate from Kim that made her feel instantly relaxed. She dug her face into Kim's neck and wept tears of relief. Kim, without even realising, kissed Erin gently on the forehead. 

"Facebook?" Banks said "Normally I'd let you use mine, no problem, but all we have is this Nokia," he held up a simple Nokia 106. "This doesn't do anything other than ring or text people, so I'll call Phil up at the party and see if he has anything up there that you can use to contact your friends. If Phil's okay with it, maybe you can head upstairs with the girls and use a computer while we sort these guys out?" 

Dave took Banks aside and they whispered and nodded to each other. Dave went over and showed his badge to the two young constables. After a quick chat, a few laughs and pats on backs, he returned. Banks searched for a number on the phone and as he held it to his ear he turned away from Erin.

"Normally I'd go down and help process these two, and although you and the rest of us will have to make a witness statement, we don't have to just right now," Dave said to Erin. "As you can imagine, they're flat out down at the station."

"So Erin," Banks said as he returned, "Phil has given us a green light to bring you up and he has a laptop in one of the rooms. So if you're willing and you'd like to come up, maybe clean up and hop on Facebook, you can sort everything out."

"Oh thank you," Erin said, "Thanks so much."

"Just so you know," Dave nodded over at a couple dressed as a priest and a nun, "It's kind of like a fancy dress we're going to, but, not...." he left the sentence hanging in the air. 

"I'll speak to management and see if we can grab any CCTV footage," Banks interrupted, "I'll be right up." 

"Come on Erin," Kim took her by the hand, "Let's get going shall we."

Once inside the apartment block, the world became silent. 'Opulent' was the word that first came to Erin's mind as she stepped onto the thick carpet that covered the hallway next to the elevators. The carpet pile felt like a lamb's fleece on her bare feet. She gazed down at the black shoes in her hand and cursed herself for ever taking them off. 

In genuine awe, Erin uttered "Wow. This place is really nice."

"Wait until you see the room," Amy said. "It's truly amazing."

The elevator whispered open and the four of them piled in. Kim began sniffing around Erin's dress and lifted up the damp edge of her skirt.

"Sorry about this Erin, but I think that's piss."

"Oh gross," Erin said feeling instantly awful again. "I have to get this off."

Dave smiled and turned towards the youngster, "No complaints from me if you do."

"Dave!", Amy slapped him playfully on the arm, "Leave the innocent young girl alone."

Like a fart in a yoga class, Erin's thoughts escaped without any warning. "Not that innocent." 

As a true officer of the law, Dave leapt on the opportunity to interrogate her further. "Really? A good little Christian girl? Tell us more."

Erin could have told them about how in one night, when drunk, she fucked two guys. Not both at once, but over the course of a very long drunken night. But that was an aberration she was determined to never repeat. She was in a bad space then. After her boyfriend of four years left her as soon as school finished, and took off with her friend Casey, she went looking for a revenge fuck. And fuck she did. 

The party had started at a local pub where after downing several shots and a few glasses of bubbly, she hooked up with one of the barmen. He took her upstairs to a vacant room and they fucked without even removing their clothes. She pulled her panties off, lifted her skirt and got on all fours on the unmade single bed. For his part he simply dropped his pants and slid his fat cock into her. After only a few minutes he pulled his cock out, flipped her over, and shot a thick load of cum over her face. The rawness of fucking in such a wild way, in a venue close to her friends and others, excited Erin. She'd behaved badly, had succumbed for the first time in her life, to her baser instincts. When he pulled his pants up and turned away, with not a thank you ma'am muttered, she clambered off the bed and stared into the broken mirror above the yellow-stained sink. She barely recognised the cum soaked woman that gazed back at her, but she wasn't concerned about that, in fact, it turned her on. With the door still open she stripped naked and fingered herself to an orgasm like none before. As her body shook in delight her face fell against the mirror and she kissed her own reflection, licking the cum of the dirty glass.

After washing the jism off her face Erin searched fruitlessly for her panties, but they had been souvenired by the unnamed barman. Erin, rejoicing in her newly discovered sexuality, snuck back down to her, at the time, none-the-wiser drunk friends. Knickerless and horny Erin flirted with all her friends as they crowded into a taxi on the way to a party. At the party she approached an old friend Brad, who two years earlier had left her school to go to a private boarding school. Brad had certainly grown up in those two short years. But Brad wasn't discreet, not at all. After having her in the parental bedroom of the host, Brad told everyone. Then word got out about the quickie on the same night with the barman. He'd been brandishing her panties as a token of conquest, a spoil of passion, to all that entered the bar. 

Her virtuous Christian reputation was in tatters. Friends shunned her, images of her panties appeared on social media. She immediately went into damage control and to compensate she steadfastly refused the accusations and threw herself into the fellowship even more. 

Women sneered at her, men leered. 

Even at Fellowship though she was tempted. At the church's Christmas party Paul's sister Annie planted a kiss firmly on Erin's lips, a move that both surprised and delighted Erin. Down at the river one hot summer afternoon, clad in a skimpy bikini, Annie tried it again, but Erin quickly turned away and told her that such a public space was not ideal. Small town living had taught Erin a lesson. Be discreet. There was no point in putting it out there if everyone was going to turn on you. When the time came, a stolen 15 minutes when Paul went out to pick up pizzas, it happened. Annie leapt on Erin and confessed her affections and told her how unjust it was that she'd been treated so poorly for acting no differently than many men. They kissed and fondled each other in the familiarity of her own home. It felt natural, it felt nice, but it couldn't happen in Wimageen, it was too small, too insular. 

It was a story too long for an elevator ride so instead she tilted her head flirtingly to one side and gave Dave a quick glance up and down his torso. "Am I being questioned officer?"

Dave chuckled and also gave her the once over. Amy once more slapped him, but in the mirror of the elevator, she too gave Erin more than a cursory glance. Kim caught Amy's glance and winked at Amy, a wink that Erin caught in one of the multiple reflections. Before she could say anything though the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors sighed open. The distinct throbbing of party music filled the hallway.

"Here we go," Dave said, "The penthouse."

"Penthouse?" Erin said in awe, "I've never been in a penthouse."

"Well Erin," Kim came up behind Erin and held her by the waist. "Just be careful what you might see inside here," Kim nodded at the door, "It's still early but," she smiled at Amy, "It's not to everyone's tastes."

Somewhat bemused, Erin couldn't help but ask "What sort of party is this?"

"It's a fancy dress," Amy said and in a matter-of-fact police manner said, "But sometimes the dresses don't always stay on."

"Okay," Erin said in disbelief and was momentarily lost for words, "Right."

Dave pressed the doorbell and waved up at a security camera mounted above the door. As the door opened the volume of the music increased ten-fold. Erin had to laugh though because standing at the door was a man dressed in a maids outfit.

"Phil!" Dave laughed and pulled at the lace apron that Phil was wearing, "You lost the bet then I see."

"I sure did," Phil smiled and looked directly at Erin, "So this is the damsel in distress then?" 

Erin waved at Phil but was suddenly struck once more into silence as she observed behind Phil, a topless woman dancing on a pole.

Phil followed her eyes and turned his head around, "You did tell her what sort of party this is, didn't you?" he asked Dave.

Dave shrugged and looked at Amy and Kim, "Sort of, I figured she wouldn't be here long." 

Phil looked Erin up and down before leaning forward and examining her outfit, "What exactly is that on your clothes?'

"I think it's piss," Kim said, "and I think we need to come in."

"Shit, sorry," Phil apologised and stood aside. "The bathroom's down the hall and I'll bring you the laptop straight away."

The four of them bundled in and Kim took Erin by the hand, "Whatever you do," Kim said as she glanced towards the bar, "Don't look behind you."

"I won't," Erin laughed and held her hands up high, "I don't want to be corrupted now do I?"

"What would you like to do first? Wash or find your friends?" Kim asked as they entered a bedroom at the end of the hall. Scattered around the room were piles of clothes, clearly the collection of the guests that were partying down the hall.

"I think I'll contact them first and while I'm waiting, I'll have a shower."

"Brilliant thinking," Kim said and lifted up Erin's still damp skirt, "But what about these clothes?"

"Maybe I can rinse them off and put them in the dryer?"

"Righto," Kim said, "I'll go speak to Phil. Seriously though, seeing as you're a good church going lass, stay in this room."

Kim's exhortations for her to stay in the room were starting to have the opposite effect to what she had intended. Erin was becoming more and more intrigued by what type of party this was. 

As Kim exited, Erin took a closer look at the clothing that was littered around the room. There were shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, underwear of both genders and even some masks hanging from the edge of a mirror. The room lacked any real signs of being lived in on a permanent basis, it was like it was just a large walk in robe with an ensuite bathroom. 

The sink was large enough for her to wash her skirt and top in so she plugged the hole and ran it full of warm water. 

"Hello," came a voice from the doorway. Erin peaked her head around the corner to find Phil standing there with a laptop in his arms. "Here's the laptop for you." Phil hadn't really paid that much attention to Erin when she came in, but now, in the isolation of the bedroom, he took the time to check her out. He liked what he saw.

"I have to say," he continued, "and please don't take this the wrong way, I don't for one minute excuse physical violence against women, but you can kind of understand why those guys tried it on you."

"Why would that be? Can't I wear whatever I like and be left alone."

"Well in theory yes, but there are a lot of completely stupid and dangerous men out there who have no respect for women, or their rights. You would have passed hundreds of men who had the decency not to say or do anything, those two dickheads had it coming."

Calming down, Erin sat on the edge of a chair that was covered in discarded clothing. "Do you have a clothes drier?" she asked, "I need to wash these."

"Sure," he answered, "There's a small laundry set up next to the bathroom just down the hall."

Erin flipped the screen of the laptop up and turned it on. "Thanks for this, it's a bit of a worry that we're so dependant on technology nowadays." 

Phil took a quick peek down the hall and waved to someone. "Can I get you a drink or something to eat?"

"I'd love a drink, and I don't mind what."

"Excellent," Phil smiled at her, "Real French champagne it is."

The contrast between Phil and Dave and the two goons downstairs could not have been greater. The screen blinked to life and she quickly launched the browser. But as soon as she logged into Facebook, and saw the ten or so messages from Annie, a low battery warning came up and immediately afterwards the screen went blank.


Happy New Me



"Oh for fuck's sake," she said to her reflection in the blank screen. "Whatever next."

Whatever next was a tap on the door and a topless woman in her forties brandishing an empty glass in one hand and a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in the other. 

"Hi there, I'm Sharon," she poured the glass to the brim and handed it to an awestruck Erin.

"This night just keeps getting weirder and weirder," Erin closed the dead laptop, tossed it on the bed and knocked down half of the glass of bubbles. "The battery has died." 

"Oh dear," Sharon said, "Amy told us of your situation. I'll get Phil to find the charger." 

"Wait," Erin urgently said to the woman she found, despite the twenty plus years age difference, to be incredibly appealing. "Could I ask you something, something personal."

Sharon smiled and held the bottle up to Erin, "Ask away," she said.

"Is this a swingers party?"

Sharon chuckled and threw her head back in laughter. "Well, we weren't going to tell you because there are people here who you may recognise, but yes it is."

"I was beginning to think as much."

Sharon took the glass from Erin and took a sip for herself before handing it back. "We're all good friends who get together a few times a year and have a bit of a party."

"Don't people talk about it though? Doesn't everyone know?"

"Not at all darling," Sharon put her hand on Erin's knee, "The only people that know are all of us here. Put it this way, how, or why, could anyone here inform on someone else? We don't allow cameras or smartphones and we all have something to lose, like our careers, if we're ever discovered. That's why some choose to wear those masks when they enter," Sharon nodded at the masks hanging from the mirror. "We have no control over the security cameras downstairs."

"That's certainly not what happens in the country." The half a glass of champagne stirred Erin up and she told Sharon, a complete stranger, all about that fateful night in her hometown when she fucked two guys before then telling her all about Annie.

Sharon listened patiently, topping up Erin's glass as she emptied her thoughts about sex, relationships and small-town gossip into the room. 

"That sort of shit doesn't happen here," Sharon said as she stood up. "I'll go get you that charger dear." 

Emboldened by the alcohol, and by the knowledge that no one was there to judge her, Erin headed back into the bathroom, and without hesitation, stripped down to her panties and bra.

In reflective silence Erin dipped and dredged her clothes in the sink taking great pains to ensure that water didn't spill down onto the tiles. After a few tentative sniffs of the garment and rewashes, she was satisfied that all the urine was gone.

Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, Erin snuck over to the doorway to see if Phil was returning with the charger. A screen had been moved across the end of the hallway, obscuring the view of the main room of the penthouse from where the pulsing dance music was emanating.

The screen certainly blocked the view of the room, so much so she couldn't even catch someone's eye. Holding her damp clothing to her chest, Erin decided to leave the relative safety of the bedroom and make her way down to the laundry.

A thin shard of light from a partially opened door cut across the carpet, illuminating the passageway for her. As she passed the doorway, she couldn't help but glance in. She couldn't see who was making the distinct noise of two people having sex, but she was surprised she hadn't heard it earlier. The woman involved was incredibly vocal.

"Oh come on, fuck that pussy, fuck it, fuck it," the unseen woman shouted. Erin moved closer to the door and had moved it about one centimetre when from out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure round the screen and start to walk down the hallway. 

Erin didn't recognise the male intruder, it certainly wasn't Phil. She knew it wasn't Phil not because of their complete physical dissimilarities, but Phil had clothes on, this guy was as naked as the day he was born. Hoping though that he would maybe enter one of the other two rooms that ran off the hallway, or at least go into the laundry allowing her an excuse to bid a hasty retreat, he made eye contact with her and smiled.

"Thinking of joining us?" he said as he unceremoniously flung the door open, revealing a blond woman on all fours, another guy fucking her from behind.

"Whoa, shit," Erin said, "I'm....no I'm okay, thanks anyway."

"Sure love," he said and without even closing the door behind himself, entered the room and hopped up on the bed. The blond turned her head towards Erin before reaching up and taking the man's cock in her hand.

Erin wasn't about to stand and watch what was about to happen so she quickly took off towards the laundry.

The laundry was compact design par excellence, it all fit in an area no bigger than a two door refrigerator. As Erin flung her belongings into the drier, a pair of semi-naked ladies ran giggling down the corridor, closely followed by two men.

"What the fuck," Erin said to herself and quickly checked to make sure that they weren't heading into her room. The four turned into a room opposite the blond and similarly left the door ajar. She spun the timer on the dryer to fifteen minutes and flicked the switch to warm. 

Cautiously she edged back out into the hallway and took a quick glance left and right, as if she was about to cross a busy road. There had been no sign of Sharon and the charger so she had two options, enter the party in her underwear or go back to the room and wait. She chose the latter.

With her head down, and trying hard not to hear the sounds of fucking in each room, Erin steamed back towards the room at the far end of the corridor.

Synchronicity though had other ideas and as soon as she entered the corridor, another couple appeared behind her. Without speaking the couple barged past her and opened the door where the four had entered moments earlier. The open door allowed her the sight of one of the ladies kneeling up on the bed sucking the cocks of the two men. The other lady greeted Erin as though she was joining them but she slowly shook her head in the negative. 

"Christ!" someone called out the Lord's name from the room opposite. "Oh Jesus, oh fuck."

Erin couldn't see exactly what was happening to the man that she'd bumped into earlier, his waist was obscured by the back of a woman's head, but his face told the story. With blinking eyes the man fixed his gaze on the dumbstruck Erin and invited her once more into the room. For a moment she almost surrendered to temptation, imagined herself there on the bed, being fucked by unknown men and women. With a deep breath she turned back towards the room and held her right hand up against her eyes, shielding the view coming from the other room.

Realising that wearing only bra and panties was sending the wrong signal, Erin began searching the room for something to wear. Piled in the corner was a simple black dress that she held up in front of herself to see if it fit.

Uncertain as to the ethics of wearing someones else's clothing, especially since she was in the same building as the owner, Erin procrastinated. 

"That would look nice on you," Amy said to a startled Erin. "Sorry to scare you like that, I thought I might check in on you."

"My clothes are in the dryer. I'm not sure about walking around in my underwear," Erin held the dress back in front of herself. 

"Well," Amy said as she began to undo her top, releasing her fairy wings as she did so, "Walking around in my underwear is exactly what I'm about to do."

Erin felt her body strangely change as Amy slowly removed her fairy outfit. Erin could feel her nipples harden, her pussy become flush with moisture. Erin knew exactly what it was and she was both frightened and excited by it. Arousal, lust, sexual desire. It had many names but only two outcomes, submit to it, or fight it.

Longing for a comforting touch, Erin found herself staring at her semi-naked saviour. It was a gaze so sharp, so obvious, that Amy felt it running up and down her body.

Amy had planned to go back to the party in her bra and panties, but Erin's overt ogling captured Amy's eye.

Amy deliberately slowed down the removal of her skirt and pretended to be having problems with the clasp.

"Erin," she said, "Could you help me with this?" Erin snapped out of her trance. In the last 15 seconds her time with the two men and Annie had morphed into a decadent orgy scenario. A story line that also included a naked Amy.

Erin let the dress drop to her feet and kicked it across to the bed. She could feel her hands shaking as she reached out for the buckle. With ease she slipped the metal clasp apart and allowed her knuckles to briefly rub against Amy's soft skin.

Erin could smell Amy's hair, could sense her arousal. She wanted to feel like Amy did. Free. Freedom had a smell, she realised, it smelt like Amy. 

"I think that my bra could come off too," Amy said with a touch of breathlessness, "Be a dear and undo it."

Without any reluctance Erin tucked her fingers in behind the bra's clasp and Amy shivered ever so slightly at her touch. 

With a barely perceptible moan, Erin eased the bra strap off Amy's shoulder and watched as Amy caught it and tossed it across the room. Amy then spun around and although Erin was wishing for it, it still took her by surprise.

"I'm not sure...." was all Erin could speak before Amy planted a strong kiss on her lips. Erin melted as Amy's hands caressed her body, sending quakes of delight from her head to her toes. 

Erin felt her bra loosen as Amy's expert hands deftly undid the clasp. As her tongue flicked across Amy's, as a hand caressed her vulva, Erin caught sight of movement near the doorway and a reluctance, born of caution and deceit, crept back in. Sharon, now completely naked, stood at the doorway smiling at the entwined couple. In Sharon's hand was a power supply for a laptop, behind her were two men, each with an erection.

"Well," Sharon said and held up the lead, "I imagine that you may not be needing this right away."

Erin broke away from Amy who immediately drew her knickers to the floor and kicked them in the general direction of her recently discarded bra. 

"I have a friend," Erin took the lead and placed it next to the laptop, "who might be interested in joining us. Just not right now." 

"Is she as hot as you?" one of the men, who was wanking slowly on his hard cock, asked.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Erin moved past Sharon and stood between him and his admiring mate. For months she'd been afraid, felt powerless in the face of her myopic country friends, but now she felt in control, the true master of her destiny.

"Hotter," she said and reached out a hand to each man's cock. "Now gentleman, show me what this swinging business is all about."

"Let's start here shall we," Sharon said and snuggled in behind Erin, "Time for you to lose these panties."

Sharon slipped her thumbs around the waist of Erin's panties and began to roll them down. Erin simply kept on wanking the two men's cocks as she slowly became totally naked.

"Suck it," one of the men said, "Suck them both."

Erin lifted her leg up allowing her panties to be pulled off. Without any hesitation she dropped to her knees and began to suck on his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah," he moaned, "That's so good."

Erin quickly swapped from one cock to another, tasting the differences, feeling them swell in her mouth and hand.

"This room is too crowded with crap," Amy said as she tripped on a pair of men's boots, "Let's go down the hall."

"Hmm," Erin moaned in disapproval as she was enjoying the two cocks too much to move.

"Let's fill that young pussy of yours shall we," Sharon said. "There's plenty of cock here tonight."

Reluctantly Erin stood up and the five of them made their way down the hall. This time though the doors were closed and Erin, being the novice, went to open one.

"Wait," Sharon interrupted, "One of the rules is that if a door is closed, it's a private session."

"Oh what?" Erin physically slumped. "Can we just fuck here then?"

"You gorgeous girl," Sharon kissed her on the lips, "You've gone from prude to rude in minutes."

As if to prove herself Erin responded to the kiss by running her fingers down to Sharon's pussy and for the first time in her life, feeling another woman's wet cunt.

Sharon even moaned as Erin rubbed her clitoris and dipped two fingers into her.

"Into the party then," Amy said, "Let's get it started properly."

When the naked, petite and clearly horny Erin stepped around the screen, all heads turned towards her.

"Fuck yeah," Banks called out. "I was hoping this would happen." 

Erin just smiled and clearly appreciating the non-judgemental attention, waved to everyone.

She turned back to the two guys and asked, "Who wants to fuck me first?"

"Me, me, me," called out Dave who was having his cock played with by an older lady. "I'd love to."

"Fuck off Dave," one of the men said, "Finder's keepers."

Erin squatted down again and returned to sucking cock as the room suddenly became alive.

"This is all it takes," Sharon said and turned to a man next to her, "One person to get the party really humming." 

A third man came over to Erin and kneeling behind her started to finger her tight pussy. With his other hand he reached around and began squeezing her left tit, nipping and pulling on her small hard nipple.

"Mmmmphhh," she moaned over the cock in her mouth as her body rocked in waves of delight. "Someone please fuck me, someone, please."

The guy fingering her pussy pulled his fingers out and held the sticky digits in the air. He reached up to Sharon who licked Erin's musky juices off his fingers.

"Up here," one of the guys said, patting an ottoman in the middle of the room. "Lay down on this."

Like a cat on heat, Erin crawled over to the footstool and climbed up. In the middle of the room, in front of about 15 strangers, she got on all fours and readied herself for a good solid fucking.

The two guys she'd met took an end each and Erin surprised even herself with just how natural, how good it felt to be able to fuck with reckless abandon. Like a seasoned professional Erin balanced herself on one hand and took the strangers cock into her mouth. Erin knew herself well enough to know that as soon as she felt that cock in her pussy, she'd cum. What she didn't expect was just how hard. In comparison her standard orgasm was like a gentle ripple to the tsunami of pleasure that washed over her after she felt the thick large cock slam into her ready cunt.

"Oh fuckkkk...," she cried out as an electric shock of pure joy flooded through her body. Erin soon entered a zone of bliss that she'd never felt before. She could only really call it being stoned with sexual ecstasy. She barely noticed that behind her stood three men taking turns fucking her pussy. When she did notice once more her body violently shook in pleasure.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Sharon being taken in the arse and the cunt and Amy bouncing on a cock as she sucked on another.

When the guy fucking her face moved around to her cunt, Dave pulled his cock out of the older lady he was fucking and sauntered over to her.

"That's the girl," he said, "Suck my cock, make me cum."

Erin knew how to make a man cum and she rebalanced herself and grabbed his balls gently in her hand. She could feel them tighten nicely as her expert ministrations with her tongue worked their magic. Dave put a hand on the back of her head and began to pull on his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk," he cried as his cock exploded in her thirsty mouth.

A thick load of his jizm sprayed into her mouth and simultaneously she felt some random guy empty his balls deep in her twat. Again her body jolted in elation at being spoilt. 

Dave whipped his cock out and shot the remainders across her face, glazing her smiling face with his effluvia. Luckily he missed her eyes and she witnessed Sharon cop a faceful of cum as the guy fucking her pussy pulled out and blasted a load over her. 

Erin saw another cock close by and noticed that it was the guy that had summoned her into the side room earlier. He smiled and with little concern for Dave's cum, began to fuck her mouth.

"I'm glad you've joined in," he said "because you're fucking as sexy as."

"A right little pocket rocket," Banksy said as he moved in next to the hall guy. "Ever sucked on two cocks at once?"

Erin just shook her head but before doing so she decided to flip herself over.

She turned to the older guy fucking her and told him to lie down on the ottoman. While he did so she scanned the room and counted twelve men and only five women, five including Kim who wandered in from the hallway shimmering from a coating of cum. 

Kim smiled at Erin and came over to her.

"You'll enjoy Marcus," she said pointing to the man on the ottoman, "He's Sharon's partner and can fuck all night."

"So can I," Erin said and kissed Kim, "Thanks for saving me, in more ways than one."

Erin loved the reverse cowboy position so she turned her back to Marcus and sunk down on his rigid pole. As she lay back hall guy and Banksy began to take turns once more fucking her mouth and neither cared that their cocks touched. 

Then two other guys came up and stood next to her and she instinctively held out her hands and began pulling on them. It was then that she realised that she was being gangbanged and she liked the idea very much.

Kim came around to her face and began sharing in the two cocks fucking her mouth. Then something even more wonderful happened.

Sharon had finished off the guy fucking her arse and she came over to Erin. Sharon began rubbing her pussy as she watched her husband's cock fuck into Erin's tight cunt. Sharon licked her lips and knelt down between Erin's spread legs and slowly began licking at Marcus's balls and sucking on Erin's enlarged clitoris. A very different orgasm sent Erin into convulsions and her pussy flooded with juices. 

Hall guy grabbed the back of Kim's head and began to fuck her face hard as he readied himself for his second orgasm for the night.

"Ah crikey," he wailed in delight, "Snowball time, go on, swap it."

Kim had no issue with that and nor did Erin who opened her mouth in readiness for the vinegar tang.

Almost as soon as the stalactite of cum hit her tongue, Banksy pulled on his cock and shot a huge load into Erin's expectant mouth and across Kim's face.

With so much cum in her mouth Erin had no option but to either swallow the thick gunk down her throat, or let it ooze out. For effect she chose the latter and she pushed it out over her face and it run seductively down her cheeks.

One of the guy's being wanked by Erin began shooting all over Erin's young firm tits and rubbed his cock over them. The other guy moved hall guy away before fucking her mouth a few times and then glazing her face.

This, along with Sharon's expert tongue, sent Marcus over the top and he ejected a portion of his premier load for the night into Erin's cunt before Sharon caught the rest in her mouth.

As the men moved aside Sharon held the cum in her mouth and slowly made her way up young Erin's torso.

As they kissed they shared Marcus's cum between them. Kim moved away to the window just as a huge fireball erupted in the sky.

"Happy New Year," Sharon said.

In an apartment where she knew no one yet felt that all were friends, where everyone cared, but no one did, and amidst a booming soundtrack, finding solace, Erin reached down and rubbed Sharon's well fucked cunt and said, "Happy New Me."

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One of the things I really liked about Rob dating Ann was that she had so many girlfriends; whenever she threw a party, there was always a vast array of women in attendance. The one I really had my eye on, though, was her best friend, Jen. She had short, dark, curly hair, big boobs despite her petite size and a really nice ass. I didn't know if I really had a chance with her as she seemed a little apprehensive around me, but I flirted anyway, just in case.

When Ann threw a New Year's Eve party, I was looking forward to trying my luck with Jen and, failing that, pursuing another of her friends. I headed out feeling optimistic and expecting to garner at least some initial attention since I'd just had my long, blonde locks shorn in hopes of landing a summer internship during the next semester. Imagine my surprise to walk into Ann's house and immediately have Jen all over me, running her fingers through my short hair and telling me how sexy my haircut was. Believe me, I wasn't complaining.

She remained by my side, her fingers still running through my hair, right up to midnight when we shared our first kiss. As the champagne flowed around us, she whispered into my ear an inquiry as to whether I would like to go upstairs with her. I replied that I had wanted to for a long time and we stealthily slipped away up the stairs, locking ourselves in the master bedroom. We made out some more alongside the king-size bed before Jen said that she wanted to do something for me and had me lie in the middle of the bed. She climbed up onto the bed and, standing near the foot, started to unbutton her blouse. Her bra was a navy blue lacy number that looked incredibly sexy against her fair skin and was cut low enough that the milky flesh of her breasts almost seemed ready to spill out of it. With her blouse cast aside, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, revealing a pair of matching navy bikini panties as she worked them over her hips. My cock was throbbing in my jeans as she stood before me in a hot set of lingerie.

She smiled at me as she dropped to her knees and reached for the waist of my jeans. Once she'd unbuttoned and unzipped them, providing me with an outstanding view of her cleavage, I raised my ass so that she could slide them down. She took my underwear down with my jeans, allowing my cock to spring straight up, attracting her full attention. She managed to get my jeans and underwear off despite the distraction and moved between my spread legs, where she grasped my rigid cock. My attention was drawn from her hot body to her lips as they parted and she lowered her head. Her lips closed around the head of my cock and slid down my shaft, engulfing my tool in her hot mouth. I moaned and ran my fingers through her dark curls while she slid her lips back up my cock.

I couldn't believe my cock was being engulfed in Jen's hot mouth so I stared at the sight before me while enjoying the feeling it provided. Her mouth felt so good sliding up and down my cock as she pumped the base of it in her warm hand. I didn't know where her other hand had gone, but it looked almost as though it was tucked back between her legs. I finally accepted that I wasn't dreaming and started to really get into having Jen sucking my cock. I was pushing my hips up toward her face while still running my fingers through her hair, moaning at how good it felt and relishing the sight of my stiff cock disappearing between her lips.

After a little while of great cocksucking, Jen raised her head and reached behind her with both hands to unfasten her bra. It went slack and she shrugged it off her shoulders and down her arms to reveal her milky white globes topped with large pink aureoles and hard nipples. She massaged them as she smiled at my reaction, my stiff cock twitching in appreciation. Leaning forward, she hung them down on either side of my cock, so I reached forward to take a side of each one and squeeze them against my stiff tool. Supporting herself on her arms, she moved herself forward and back so that I was essentially fucking her luscious tits. The warm, soft flesh felt fantastic as it squeezed and slid against my cock.

She lowered her head as she moved her tits up and down my cock, jutting out her tongue to lick the head of my cock when she could. Gradually, she started moving further back so that she could take the head between her lips and, eventually, she started sucking my cock again. I released her tits, confident that I'd have my hands on them again soon, and went back to enjoying her cocksucking skills. She sucked my cock, tongued my balls, and pumped my shaft for a bit before straightening up again and moving up to straddle my legs. With one hand still pumping my cock, she used the other to pull her panties aside, giving me a glimpse of her dark bush as she guided my cock to her pussy.

I held her by the hips as she lined up my cock and lowered herself onto it, but moved them up to her tits as my cock slid up into her. With her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open to let her moans escape, she started slowly riding up and down my stiff shaft. While I played with her tits, running my hands over the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples, Jen dropped a hand down to massage her clit as she rode me. Her pussy was unbelievably slippery and tight; if she hadn't been so wet, I don't know how I would have managed to slip into her. Consequently, her pussy felt outstanding as she slid it up and down my throbbing, rigid shaft.

I lay there, letting her ride me and enjoying the feel of her snug pussy, while toying with her breasts and letting my eyes roam all over her tight body. As she started riding me harder, still massaging her clit vigorously, I could feel an orgasm just beginning to well up within me. I gradually slid my hands down to her hips, to pull her down on my cock as I raised my ass up off the bed to push into her. I watched her tits bouncing on her chest as she bounced up and down on my tool, her pussy feeling hotter with each passing second. Finally, she dropped down onto me and let out a low moan of pleasure as I felt a shudder pass through her. She rode out a long and obviously intense orgasm before nearly collapsing on top of me.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me, still trying to catch her breath, and asked if I'd mind if she finished me off with her mouth. I told her that I was game, with two conditions: she had to strip off her panties and she had to let me eat her while she sucked me. Her smile got wider and she leaned down to kiss me before standing up, my still rigid cock slipping from her slippery pussy. She worked her bikini panties over her hips and let them slide down to her ankles before stepping out of them, then stepped around so that she was standing over my head. I watched as her trim, dark bush approached while she squatted over me, reaching out to run my hands over her ass as she grasped my throbbing tool and stroked it again.

I felt her lips wrap around my tool and journey down my shaft as I raised my head slightly and ran my tongue down her slit, first passing over her clit. She was still flooded with abundant juices, which I lapped up while enjoying her oral talents as she sucked and pumped my cock. I slid one hand that had been massaging her ass down between her legs and slipped a finger into her snug pussy as I licked and sucked her clit. The more I tasted her, the more I wanted to devour her pussy. After a few minutes, with my impending orgasm continuing to build under her oral ministrations, I rolled her over onto her back with hardly a pause.

With her pussy spread out below me, I went back to sucking and slurping and fingering while now starting to fuck her face lying below me. My cock was swelling as Jen held her lips tightly around it while I slid it in and out of her mouth. One of her hands was kneading my ass while the other massaged my balls. She moaned a few times as I ate her pussy and I could feel the vibration through my cock. I was doing a little moaning myself as my orgasm was finally looming over me, continuing to build to an almost unbelievable level of pleasure. When it was finally imminent, I paused in my pussy eating allowing the full feeling to wash over me before I started spurting into her waiting mouth. Jen milked every drop of jizz out of me as I went back to devouring her pussy.

I was pumping a finger in and out of her while licking and sucking her clit as she started rocking her hips in rhythm with me. She was moaning more continuously now, having removed my cock from her mouth, and continued to get louder and more passionate the longer I ate her. I would have been content to eat her pussy until the sun came up, but Jen was quickly on the verge of orgasm number two. When she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced it against her pussy, then started to shudder, I pulled my finger free and started lapping up a fresh flow of her juices. When she was done, she maneuvered around to lie beside me in the middle of the bed.

We made out for a bit before pulling back the covers and slipping underneath. The party continued on below us but we were content in each other's arms.



Happy New Year



Chapter I

I knew it was going to be a New Years Eve/birthday celebration to remember. Brandon didn't feel cheated at having his birthday fall on New Years Eve; he made the most of it. He got to be a very important guest at the biggest parties of the year. He got to be the birthday boy.

Brandon and I had gotten together when we met at a mutual friend's bbq about six months before his last birthday. Our relationship was sex charged from the instant we met. I was attracted to the boy with the dark, almost black hair and the amazing green eyes from the moment I met him. When he was able to debate with me on subjects ranging from modern art to gender politics, all while expressing such an excited, optimistic view of the world I was thoroughly charmed. In the course of this conversation he expressed himself as a sensualist. He talked about only repressing himself when repression itself was the kink he was after. He said it so loudly and unashamedly. I was embarrassed and turned on by it all at once.

Friends drifted in and out of our conversation, but we stayed put, talking to each other throughout the night to the point that we were the central figures in the evening's gossip circles. I was increasingly interested in him, and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. The flirting was mixed with our conversation as we discussed topics like, what was hot in pornography and what had to go. Here I was telling a perfect stranger that I thought girl on girl porn should be sexy but wasn't, that I'd love to direct such a film myself, that fetish videos made me hot. And the conversation felt so natural. Nothing was whispered, there were few hesitations. Such was Brandon's magic. When we noticed we were amongst the last guests Brandon invited me to take a walk with him and I accepted.

He put out his hand to help me up from the low bench we'd been sitting on for hours and after I rose to my feet our hands stayed together. It was lovely walking slowly down the tree lined street on a warm night. We'd talked nonstop for hours and now we just walked in silence. All the talk of traveling and art and sex and living without inhibitions had me stirred up. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I couldn't quite work up the nerve, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. "Let's have a seat." I blurted out as I plopped myself down.

Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I'm sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening. We looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into mine as our lips met. We'd let things build, and we'd grown hot enough that the kiss was the opening of the flood gates. We attacked each other. I pulled him to the bench, and sat him down, moved myself to straddle him, and never did our lips part. I explored his mouth with my tongue, as my one hand moved up and down his back and the other rested on the back of his head, pulling him forward, keeping his lips firmly pressed against mine. I felt myself grow wet instantly, more so when I felt his cock grow hard in his pants, pressing against my panties. I was dry humping like a high school girl worried her parents might catch her when suddenly I heard the sound of a skate board on the pavement, very close by.

"Whoa, sorry." The embarrassed kid exclaimed as he sped up to get past us. We looked at each other and laughed. I stood and pushed my skirt back down. I intended to invite Brandon to my apartment, just three blocks away, when I noticed a heavily planted courtyard. I stepped over the bench and grabbed Brandon's hand pulling him along with me. I turned and leaned my back against the brick wall of the church. I felt adventurous and alive and ready to ravished, and to do a bit of ravishing myself.

Brandon paused to look me up and down. I wanted to live up to the words we'd exchanged. I stuck out my hip, bit my lips and raised my knee length black skirt, slowly showing off my thighs. I didn't stop until I was flashing just touch of white cotton panties. I held the front of my skirt up with one hand and unbuttoned my sleeveless red blouse with the other, just enough to flash some cleavage. Brandon would see my bet, and raise me. He stepped in and placed his hand between my legs as he brought his lips to mine. He pressed his palm against my sex as his tongue parted my lips and teased the tip of my own tongue. With his palm pressed against my wet pussy, his fingers found the crack of my ass. Pressing, he slide his middle finger against my ass, and then pull forward until he was parting the lips of my cunt. I wanted my panties off. I wanted those fingers against me, inside me. Instead, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He felt my ass, which has always been one of my own favorite features, round and firm. I pushed back against his hands, my breasts in turn pushing forward against his chest. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. He folded down the edge of my bra just enough to reveal a pink nipple standing at attention. He sucked my nipple for a moment before continuing down my stomach, finishing the unbuttoning of my top as he went. His tongue teased my belly button.

I heard the skateboarder pass again and my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed warm air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me cum without even removing my panties, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me and in me. I lifted my skirt even higher, pushed my panties down. Brandon followed my lead. He slid he hands into my waste band and ran them along my legs as he lowered my underwear past my thighs, knees, calves, ankles. I stood on tippy toes before stepping out of my panties, so enthralled was I with every inch of their removal.

Brandon's hands went immediately to my thighs, pushing them apart, and he gave me what I craved. His tongue I discovered was good for more than flirting and ranting. I felt him slide just inside of me, and if I doubted it before, I now new that I would not let him escape without penetrating me further, with his fingers and with his cock. But for now, my god did he make my pussy hot. I gyrated my hips like a young Elvis. I was fucking his mouth as much as he was eating my pussy. Occasionally, he'd push my hips against the wall and move to a more delicate, teasing technique, sucking on my labia, kissing and giving light flicks with his tongue, until it would feel too good and I'd shamelessly push my hips forward, pressing my wet sex against his mouth desperately.

And then he stopped abruptly. He lay on his back he looked up at me, motioning me with his finger to lower myself onto his mouth. This felt wonderfully nasty as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his head, my thighs against his cheeks. He reached up and clutched my thighs, and slid his tongue deep into me. I couldn't believe how good if felt and I started to cum within minutes. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed. I heard giggles and then the footsteps continued and grew distant.

I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the bulge in his jeans. I nibbled at his cock and even tried the warm breath trick he'd just so excellently employed on me. Then I unzipped his pants and freed his firm and quite impressive hard on. I kissed the tip of his cock while staring up him. With his hands behind his head raising his view, we were again staring into each other's eyes as I licked his stiff dick from his balls to the head. I wrapped my lips around the shaft sideways and I gripped the base. Finally, I let go of his gaze and I went to work taking his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled him beneath the star filled sky in the courtyard of that church until I could sure he was seconds from cumming in my mouth. I was torn between swallowing everything he could give me and finally having my pussy filled. I opted for the later. I took a condom from my purse and looking in his green eyes once more I tore it open and unrolled it on his shaft. I climbed on top, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me an inch at a time.

He was only about half way in when I decided to save a bit for the second act. I raised and lowered myself, up and down on the top of half of his cock, our eyes still locked. He ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist and back again. I leaned forward enough to let him cup my breasts which he squeezed together, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. It didn't take much to bring him back to the verge of cumming. As he started to moan and push his hips up, I took him in just a tiny bit more with each thrust until finally I felt my clit pressing against the hard mound above his cock which was now fully inside me. I was grinding happily in place when Brandon decided suddenly it was time. Grabbing my shoulders he swiftly and amazingly gracefully spun me off of him and onto my back. He rolled on top of me, and looking into my eyes with the most intensity yet, he started to fuck me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, and hung on as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I was moaning loud enough to be heard for blocks, cumming in wild rolling orgasms when I felt him at last push all the way into me and groan, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy. We had continued to look each other in the eye through the entire experience.

I liked Brandon so much, too much to let him be just one fantastic fuck. I was pleased to find out that he was sweet and sincere as well as sexy and intense and he became my boyfriend. 

We continued our sexual adventures. I bought a prom dress for ten bucks from a thrift store, and put it on for him. He scored with the prom queen as I fulfilled one of his fantasies raising the dress up and pissing on his chest and stomach and cock as he stroked himself off. He came instantly. On another occasion he tied me up, fucked me with a vibrator, and slid his fingers, tongue and eventually his cock into my ass. We explored together, pushing every boundary, but doing so carefully and playfully.

So, when New Years came around, and I asked Brandon what he'd like for his birthday, his answer of "An extreme sexual experience" struck me as particularly challenging. But I was determined to rise to the challenge.

Chapter II

With enough advanced notice I was able to book us a room in downtown San Francisco. We headed into the city early to avoid the crazy traffic and we spent the day shopping. The shopping was a bigger part of Brandon's evening then he knew, but he caught on pretty quickly. With his help I selected a pair of tiny black tuxedo shorts with garters to hold up my stockings. I bought a corset style top that revealed my belly and pushed up my breasts. Lastly Brandon, who I adore for having such excellent taste, chose a pair of black faux leather shoes with very high heels. They looked like they could've come from a 1940's fetish image, with straps wrapping around my ankles. I couldn't resist sneaking my hand to my boyfriend's lap to feel his cock growing hard just from seeing the items we'd selected hanging over my arm. I'd brought several wigs, and the choices he made would be best suited by a black page boy that was one of my favorites. I left the store wearing the outfit we'd just purchased, plus a sheer black dress shirt for some minor semblance of modesty. The wig was still packed in the trunk of our car, but my long blonde locks and red lipstick made for a lovely contrast.

Seeing me in this outfit would be enough to have Brandon chomping at the bit, but seeing me strutting about on the street, garnering attention from every man and woman that passed put him in the mood to skip all of my well laid plans and head straight to our room. No. He would have to wait.

December in SF is not a warm affair, but the sun was out and it wasn't unbearably cold. The advantage was that the skin I was revealing stood out even more than it might have otherwise. I licked my lips, and gave bedroom eyes to men in suits to draw even more of their attention. I may have over done it with the man who stopped to find out just what I may have been offering. With Brandon a few step behind me, I leaned forward and put my hands on the good looking stranger's shoulders to steady myself. I kissed his mouth and felt his hands run lightly up his sides and back down, settling on my ass. As I kissed his face around his lips, I lifted one hand from his shoulders and squeezed his cock; as I'd suspected he was rock hard. I continued on my way, leaving him to adjust him self. He appeared embarrassed, but I doubt he'd have traded the experience for anything in the world.

I looked over my shoulder and Brandon gave me a devilish grin that told me he more than approved. Three young men practically fell down as they passed me. "Damn" one of them muttered involuntarily.

I sat with Brandon and had coffee in this outfit. We shopped for sex toys at Good Vibrations. We ate lunch at a vegan restaurant called Herbivore, sitting outside on the sidewalk. Brandon endured hours of teasing while we toured out favorite SF spots. As I slid my sexy shoes up and down the inside of his leg, and ate my lunch slowly, giving my sweetheart a voyeuristic thrill with every forkful that slid past my lips Brandon uttered the first word he'd managed since leaving the first shop. "You're driving me fucking nuts."

I leaned forward and pronounced my words carefully and slowly. "Sweet, I am all yours. So long as we stay in public. I will take your cock in my mouth, cunt, hands, or ass anytime. Would you like me suck you off right now under this table?"

His eyes grew wide. His jaw dropped and then he smiled, and laughed. "Oh you're good."

At this point the waitress brought us our check, and a lipstick kissed napkin with her phone number on it. I advised Brandon to hang onto it as I paid our bill.

Leaving the cafe, my lover now clued in to the rules of the game, I played up my interactions with strangers even more, and as people were readying for the coming celebration they played back. I was danced with, propositioned, and a beautiful roller-skating red head named Jane gave me a glorious deep kiss and felt me up before hurrying to catch up with her wildly cheering friends. In between these exchanges I rubbed up against my sweetheart, being careful to assure that he was enjoying the play. He was. In fact, he was thrilled, and turned on, and he encouraged me to continue.

We stopped for drinks at a crowded bar where I had many drinks poured and passed my way, paid for by strangers. I blushed and honestly couldn't believe the response I was getting. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. In the dark and crowded confines of the bar my aroused man was gaining courage. He started to feel me up a bit. I danced with him, pressing my body up against his, and I could feel his erection pressing back. I squeezed his cock through his pants and slid my hand from base to head. He allowed me. While we were in a crowed, we were hardly anonymous, not with my outfit. A whooping, laughing group pushed through the front door. It was Jane, with her roller skates and her friends, one of whom pointed me out to her with a giggle. Jane skated through the crowd and asked if she could cut in.

Had this been my birthday, Jane and I would have given Brandon a show and he'd have loved it, but it was his big day and so I told her she could not cut in, but was welcome to join us. She then noticed my grip on Brandon's cock. "It's my boyfriend birthday." I explained.

"Happy birthday, handsome." Jane greeted Brandon, before leaning into kiss him, while I continued to stroke his cock. I'd been so full of courage which increased with the encouragement of strangers throughout the day, but the truth is I was now scared to death, as I lowered myself to my knees and lifted the birthday boy's shirt, kissing his belly, my hand still gripping his hard prick. The crowd immediately around us was facing us now, definitely enjoying a show. 

Jane had both hands on the back of Brandon's head and they were making out fiercely. 'It's now or never.' I though to myself as I tugged down his zipper. I took one last look around and saw that at least two other couples were now making out hot and heavy. I maneuvered Brandon's large, rock hard cock through the fly of his boxers and through the fly of his pants. I took him between my dark red lips, and sucked his cock there on the dance floor. I was feverish with the thrill and fear of what I was doing.

Jane, still kissing my man, was squeezed in tight next to me and I slid my free hand up her smooth bare thigh to her tiny skating shorts. When I reached between her legs I realized Brandon's hand was already there, down the front of her shorts, his fingers sliding forward and back. She clung to him for support, he legs apart, her mouth breathing heavily into his as he fucked her with his fingers. Jane's involvement was an added treat I couldn't have planned or even imagined.

Becoming more relaxed I realized I wasn't about to be arrested or kicked out. It also occurred to me that it didn't make a difference if I was, I may as well give it my all. I was more demonstrative. I licked my lover's shaft, showing his gorgeous cock to the world. I slid him sideways between my lips, mouthing one side of his cock and then the other.

Much to my surprise, Jane joined me. She dropped to her knees, kissed my face and then took his cock from me, into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock two or three times and then took his cock out and stroked it. I looked up to him staring back in delighted awe. I gently worked Brandon's balls out and I kissed and lick them while Jane stroked him off, stopping every so often to take him into her mouth for another few thrusts. I felt his balls constrict and I sensed that he was close to coming. I took his cock from Jane, who was circling the tip with her tongue. I took him deep into my mouth, pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft and did a steady and firm stroke with my mouth taking his cock deep in, and then out to the tip. Jane's hands were cupping my breasts and she was kissing my neck as I tasted the cum flowing hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, squeezing my lover's balls. His hands were holding tight to the back of my head, his hips pushed all the way forward as his cock pulsed. When he was at last spent, Jane and I rose to our feet. She gave us each another kiss and skated off. The crowd, which now featured a number of couples following our lead, gave up a cheer as we blushed.

Chapter III

Brandon and I held hands, and walked from the bar towards our car in amazed silence. His birthday present was just beginning. We reached the car, and I put on my wig and did the best I could with my make up in the passenger seat as Brandon drove us to The Castro district where the streets were already filling with people ready to bring in the New Year.




Happy New Year



Brandon had worn his long trench coat and pushed up behind me and wrapped it around me as it was getting cold out with the sun dropping. The street party was a blast. Drag queens on stilts, all combination of men and women and men and men and women and women were kissing and dancing and running about. There were bottles of wine and beer being passed around by strangers. We soaked it all in, but we were more focused on each other. We'd just had such an amazing experience together and though we were still buzzing from it, we knew there was more ahead. I had my ass, still clad in my tiny shorts, pushed up against Brandon's lap and once again his cock had grown hard and pushed back against me.

The wine and my lover's body were warming me up, and as the party around us got increasingly intense I wanted to continue with my lover's birthday present. I unfastened the garter belts from my shorts as Brandon and I stopped to stare in amazement at a couple fucking right there on the street. She was bent over, clutching a sign pole being fucked by a man wearing nothing but a harness. Her black leather skirt was up, and her small perky breasts stuck out about the corset she was wearing. Her Bettie Page hairdo and high heeled boots completed this outfit. She had a beautiful body but it was her face that turned me on the most. Her mouth was open and she was loving being fucked, seemingly oblivious to the crowd cheering around her.

As we watched this spectacle of public sex, I slid my shorts off and tucked them into Brandon's pocket. His coat didn't quite reach far enough to cover me completely and I felt exposed, though so far nobody other than Brandon appeared to notice. He was harder than ever, and pushing his cock forward into my ass as the couple against the pole continued to fuck. The crowd pushed closer. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, as the coat fell open and Brandon's hands held my breasts. I decided to take the plunge. I stepped forward, out of his coat completely, and gripped the pole just above where the other woman was gripping it. She looked at me with her eyelids heavy and her lips trembling as I bent forward with my high heels spread far apart. I pushed my ass out, and waited for my man.

As Brandon stepped forward and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, the crowd around us went crazy. There were people climbing on top of newspaper racks to see the action. I felt my love slide his cock into me. The foreplay was inherent in the act and we went right to the hard, fast fucking that we both needed.

I had my eyes closed and was surprised to hear a whisper in my ear. "May we pet you?" I opened my eyes and saw that the other couple had apparently finished and now stood ready to stroke and pet me as I was being fucked by my sweetheart. I nodded yes. I was breathing too heavy to say anything.

My lover was gripping my hips and now two sets of hands belonging to strangers ran up and down my legs, over my ass, underneath me to stroke my belly and breasts. My nipples were pinched; my jaw was clutched holding my head in place as Brandon continued to drive his cock into me. Finally the lovely woman slid her hands down my belly, between my legs and pressed firmly against my clit. She held her finger against me steady and I began to cum. I opened my eyes and saw the crowd cheering me on. One man had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I was cumming loudly and with my whole body as the two strangers kept me standing. It was all my man could bear and I felt him cum inside me as he pushed up against my ass. He would slow down and then another pump would have him coming again. I was done cumming, but loving feeling my lover get off so thoroughly. The stranger slid her hand from my clit and I knew she was moving toward Brandon's balls which she clutched as he gave one last thrust and finally he was spent.

The embarrassment and exhilaration set back in as I stood and turned toward the birthday boy. I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his neck as the crowd gave their biggest cheer yet and then continued moving on down the street. "You were lovely." he whispered in my ear.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." I whispered back. The woman from the other couple silently pressed a card with her picture and phone number into my hand and they disappeared into the crowd. I remained half naked and exposed and Brandon's cock and balls were still sticking out from his pants as we moved slowly down the street with the rest.

Now there is the small matter of how to top this next year!



Happy New Year



Standing across the room from each other we are having a conversation with just our eyes. Exchanging glances and expressions until I am feeling flushed. I take a drink from the glass in my hand and feel the warming sensation of the rum in it. It makes me tingle and I feel more flushed. 

The room clears leaving just the two of us alone. By this time we were standing side by side talking. We both notice the empty room and look into each other's eyes. I don't know who moves first but suddenly we are kissing. I have him pushed against the wall and he is holding my ass with my feet off the ground. We hear the door open and we break apart stepping away and talking loudly to cover up the kiss.

My face is flushed and my eyes are glassy. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears as I try to regain control of myself. I look at him and he seems to be feeling the same. He smiles at me in a way that gives be goose bumps.

The person leaves the room and we are alone again, this time I am slammed against the wall with my legs lifted around his waist. I am carried to the bedroom, and tossed me down like a doll. He takes his shirt off and slowly crawls up onto the bed towards me like he is going to pounce. He is so intense that it almost scares me. 

By this time I am extremely aroused. I try to get off the bed and he grabs me. Tossing me back down and laying on me to pin me. He holds me by the wrists (both in one hand) and uses the other hand to pull up my shirt. He kisses me roughly and leaves me feeling mindless and wanting more.

He moves on to my neck, biting me just the way I like it, grabbing my hair with the hand that was holding my wrists and pulling my head back for better access. With the other hand he plays with my breasts, pinching my nipples. He runs his hand down my stomach raking me with his nails. I gasp with pleasure as his fingers sneak into my pants and panties, not touching only teasing. He gradually reaches farther just barely touching my damp pussy.

He gets up off me and sits, pulling me to straddle his lap. I feel his erection under me, I rub my pelvis against him and it feels so good. He pulls my shirt off and unhooks my bra while kissing and biting my neck. I run my hands all over his back and chest. Digging in my nails at times and grabbing his hair others. He takes my bra off and tosses it aside. 

Grabbing my throat with one hand he kisses my mouth passionately, like a starving animal. He turns and has me stand up in front of him, taking my pants and panties off in one move. He then grabs me by the hips and pulls me to him. I resist knowing he is going to make me straddle his face but he forces me to do what he wants. He knows I am shy about receiving oral and that makes it that much more desirable to him.

He lies on his back with me above him. He holds my hips because he knows I'll pull away if he lets go. He breathes hot air on my wet pussy and feels me trembling anticipation. He uses two fingers to part my lips and clearing his way to my clit. He leans up and lightly flicks his tongue against my clit. I buck with the sudden intense sensation but he holds me firm with his hand. Knowing I am now helpless he attacks my pussy and clit with his mouth and tongue. He sucks hard on my clit while putting two fingers into my pussy. I start moaning, he increases his actions at the sound. Finger fucking me harder, he adds a third knowing that they are the same size as his cock. 

I buck against him and he slaps my ass, it stings but he immediately rubs it as well. He slaps me again on the other cheek, then rubbing it as well. This continues for a while until I am begging him and my ass is red and stinging. It is hot and burning and feels great.

He feels me start to tighten up around his fingers and knows I am about to cum. He increases his motions with a purpose and intensity lacking before. I start to moan and pant, begging him to stop but he refuses. I grab his hair as I start to orgasm; it is so strong that I scream into the pillow. I cum all over his face just the way he wanted.

He slides out from under my limp body casually wiping his face. He smiles knowingly at me as he unbuttons his pants and slides them to the floor. His cock is hard and the tip glistening from precum. He leans forward and kisses my back tenderly...I sigh. I think that there is going to be a short respite. I am mistaken.

He pets my pussy, rubbing his fingers in the wetness. "Hmm," he says leaning into my ear kissing it, "You feeling good?" 

"Oh yeah" I answer. "Good," he says while nibbling my neck. I shiver at the sensation. "Cold?" he asks. "Not in the least." I reply.

"Even better," he says as he grabs both my hands with one of his, opening my pussy with the other one and driving his full length into me. I scream at the suddenness of it and rear up. He forces me back down by me arms and wraps his arm under my waist, playing with my clit. He fucks me hard from behind, alternating pinching my nipples and pulling my hair. I am moaning continuously and he loves every minute of it. He grabs my hips with both hands and drives deep into me grinding his hips into mine. I arch my back with the pleasure I receive from it. I can feel his balls slapping my clit and it feels wonderful.

He grabs my one leg and forces me to flip onto my back, tossing my leg over his shoulder and continuing to fuck me hard. He grabs my hair and wraps it around my throat holding me down. There is such a look of focus on his face. I start to cum again and he feels me tighten around his cock. "Come on baby, you know you want to, I want to feel that pussy tighten around me." I start cumming at his words. My whole body tightens and I start to shriek, he puts a hand over my mouth. This causes me to cum even harder. He pounds away at my pussy

He rubs his thumb on my pussy wetting it and starts to rub my clit. I immediately cum again, he knows that I will cum continuously from now on. He increases his pace and starts to feel his own orgasm mounting. He breaks out into a full body sweat, I know he is about to cum and I encourage it. "Oh god, please cum baby. I want to feel it." His face changes and I feel him tense as he cums in me. He collapses onto my chest and we lay together for a few minutes. 

"Well..." I begin "what's for dessert?" 

"Hmmm..." he replies slowly, "you."



Happy New Year



Alexia looked in her bathroom mirror for the umpteenth time in the last hour. Her hazel eyes roamed over her image looking for anything out of place. Her shoulder length auburn hair was curled and pulled back into a messy bun, her makeup applied carefully over her tanned skin. Her breasts pushed against the teal cotton tank top and she toned tanned legs poked out of the short brown corduroy skirt. Alexia turned sideways in the mirror to check her slim figure then finally decided on touching up her lips before leaving the bathroom. 

Alexia got shivers when she thought of what she was about to do. When she had first gone into the chat room she had been bored and horny and looking for someone to help her achieve an orgasm. That first night she met Oliver and they chatted for three hours at first going through a sexy scenario then ending talking about music and their favorite television shows. Her heart beat faster when she gave him her email address. They began to email each other every day until Alexia got a web cam and they began to talk face to face. The months flew by and soon Christmas was upon them. When Alexia logged on the next day Oliver showed her his Christmas present for her. He held up a ticket to the camera and announced to Alexia that he would be flying into Florida on December 31 to spend New Years with her. Alexia was speechless but soon readily agreed. 

Alexia was now going about her living room making sure that everything was prepared. She was just poring out two glasses of wine when the intercom by her door buzzed. Her heart jumped in her chest and she hurried over to it. Oliver's smooth voice flowed out of the box. "Alex, it's me, Oliver." 

Alexia tried to wet her mouth but failed. She leaned in and pressed the button. "Hello Oliver, the doors open now come on up. I'm in number 305." 

Alexia waited in the small hall way of her apartment until she heard the elevator ding and the doors open and nearly jumped when she heard the knock on her door. Alexia looked through the peephole and saw Oliver's familiar face. His black curly hair was the usual mess that it always was but somehow seemed perfect. The green polo shirt he wore matched his eyes and brought out the tan of his skin while showing off the muscles underneath. He had a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder and his soft mouth was turned up in a smile.

Alexia smiled to herself and opened the door. "Hi Oliver, come on in." she said ushering him through the door. She shut the door after him then led him into the living room. Oliver caught her arms and pulled her into him kissing her on the lips. Alexia let him push his tongue into her mouth and move his arms around her back. She leaned into his embrace shivering from his touch. Oliver's hands rested on her hips momentarily before running his fingers around the top of her skirt, slipping them under her shirt then moving them gently up her back. Alexia pulled back and smiled at him.

"Don't you want to get settled first?" she asked then looked at the clock, it read 10:35. "Maybe eat something and have a drink." 

Oliver smiled at her ruefully. "I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about you the whole flight and cab ride here." He picked the bag he had let drop to the floor up. "Where can I put this?" Alexia led him to her bedroom and deposited the bag on the empty chair by her bed. On the way back to the living room she pointed out the bathroom and kitchen to him then turned down the lights and turned on a CD. Oliver and Alexia sat down on the couch eating the food she had set out and drinking the wine. Within twenty minutes Alexia was laying back on the couch with Oliver on top of her. His lips roamed from her mouth down her neck and over her shoulder. He pulled the straps of her tank top and bra down to her forearm and continued kissing till he got to the tops of her breasts. Skillfully he slipped both of her tank top straps down and then the fabric covering her breasts. He left her bra in place and went back to kissing the part of her breasts exposed. Alexia looked down at Oliver every inch of her body needing him to touch her. He brought his hands up and kneaded her breasts through the purple lace bra she was wearing. Alexia scooted down on the couch so that her skirt road up showing her matching panties. 

"Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom." Oliver asked. Alexia opened her eyes and looked up at him just nodding her head. Oliver stood and picked her up from the couch. Alexia laughed and let him carry her to her room. He sat her gently on the edge of her bed then stripped before sitting down next to her. Alexia looked at his hard cock and couldn't wait for him to slide it into her pussy. Oliver ran his fingers over her breasts again through the bra rubbing the lace into her nipples. He reached behind her with his other hand and unhooked the bra removing it and throwing it on the floor. Oliver brought his lips to her right nipple and began to suck on it while he pinched and rolled the other in his fingers. He switched to the other nipple then back again not letting one get dry.

Alexia moaned at the feeling letting his hot breath warm the shivers that kept going up her spine. Soon his hands moved down her belly and over her navel stopping at the top of her skirt. Oliver gently pushed Alexia down on the bed and finding the zipper for her skirt pulled it off her body. He drank in what she looked like before moving one hand to her already open thighs. Oliver could see the wetness on Alexia's panties and smiled. He brushed over her inner thighs then as much of her ass as he could get to. Finally he ran his fingertips over the lace of her panties and over the outer lips of her pussy feeling the wet crotch. Oliver pushed the lace into her pussy and found her clit and began gently rubbing the lace over it with his index finger making sure not to rub too hard. Oliver got on the floor kneeling between Alexia's legs. He pulled her to him resting her ass on the edge of the bed then pulled off Alexia's panties. He was greeted with the view of her newly shaved pussy the lips glistening with the wetness he had spread over them.

Oliver pulled her legs apart and slowly ran his tongue over her slit not penetrating it. Alexia moaned and squirmed on the bed. Smiling Oliver stuck out his tongue and starting at the bottom of her pussy he pushed it in and licked all the way up to her clit. Oliver explored her pussy his tongue making her juices flow even freer. Finally his mouth found Alexia's clit and he gently flicked his tongue over it several times before closing his lips around it and sucking on it gently. Alexia grabbed the bed sheets and clenched them in her fists as an orgasm took over her body. Oliver continued to suck and lick her clit as she came. When she could finally breathe Alexia let out a long deep moan. Oliver sat up but continued to rub her clit with his big thumb. Alexia looked down at him and motioned for him to join her on the bed. Oliver sat on the edge and moved Alexia to the middle of it then lay down beside her taking one of her nipples into his mouth. 

Alexia reached down and found his hard cock, she ran her fingers along the shaft then down to his balls. Alexia pushed herself up and on top of Oliver. He smiled up at her and raised an eye brow in an expression Alexia was vary familiar with. Alexia sat on his lap just below his cock and took it in one of her small hands. She reached her other hand into her pussy and used her juices to coat Oliver's cock and balls. Alexia began to run her fingers up and down his shaft paying attention to the head of his cock. Oliver grunted and turned his head to the side the clock on her bedside table coming into view. With surprise he realized that it was 10 minutes till the New Year. He looked back up at Alexia then put his hands on her shoulders and drew her down to him. He kissed her passionately then moved so that he startled her. 

Kneeling over Alexia's pussy Oliver lifted her legs and put them over his muscled shoulders. He rubbed the tip of his cock in Alexia's juices starting at her clit then down to her pussy hole. With a thrust he entered her. Alexia grunted but couldn't get anything else out of her mouth. Oliver began to pump in and out of her pussy getting a steady rhythm. He began to pick up speed, his balls slapping Alexia's ass, one of his fingers rubbing her clit. 

Alexia's pussy contracted in another breathtaking orgasm and clenched around Oliver's cock. Oliver pushed in and out of her tight pussy as it clenched around his cock. As her orgasm subsided Oliver thrust once more into her pussy and grunted as he emptied his cum into her pussy. He thrust several more times into her then collapsed on the bed beside Alexia. Outside the apartment window Oliver could hear cheering on the street below. 

"That cheering isn't for you but it should be." Alexia told him trying to catch her breath. Oliver pulled Alexia closer to him and kissed her then reached down and pulled the sheets over their naked bodies. Alexia reached over him and shut the lamp off, the last thing she saw before her eyes closed was the clock. It read 1:05. "Happy New Year." She whispered into Oliver's ear. 

His only response was to move his hand between her legs and slip and finger into her pussy.



Happy New Year



As we head to the last holiday of the year, I realize it is also the last holiday of the first decade of the new century. Of course, what I mean is the eve of the holiday for that is what fascinates me, as New Years itself is nothing more than hangovers, parades, and football. What happened to the first ten years of the twenty-first century? I cannot believe it's been ten years since all the panic of 'Y2K' and the almost feeling of disappointment with the smooth transition. I can imagine the same reaction with the upcoming 2012 phenomena in two years; in fact, I hope to be looking forward to it. Will the world end as the Mayans predicted, well as they say 'stay tuned'.

The New Years Eve party is the holiday for hedonists and yet is as rigidly bound by tradition as Christmas. Everyone seems to have their own 'way' of celebrating but it still breaks down to booze, noise, and trying to stay awake past midnight. Who decided this was the way to turn the page in this novelette of our lives. Instead of starting a new chapter fresh and invigorated, we are tired and hung over while our mates are furious with the asses we made of ourselves. The question remains, are we drinking to forget our mistakes of the previous year or to stop our thoughts on the upcoming horrors of the new.

Don't even try to convince me that the big party on the last day of the year is because you are planning to do so well in the new one. This is just bullshit for we all know those resolutions we've made for the New Year will be forgotten before the Super Bowl. Maybe it's the realization of another year gone and the fear of own mortality that drives us to drink so much on New Year's Eve. This makes no sense at all for, as we know few things shorten life as much as over indulgence and the foolish decisions we make when inebriated. How many people die at the start of each New Year because of alcohol, oh I'm sure there are plenty of government agencies who can give us the exact number but let just surmise that there are plenty. Don't get me wrong here I'm not preaching morals, I'll be partying at least as much as you will, I'm just questioning as to how the tradition got started. 

Let's say you took all the New Year's Eve parties that I have attended in my life and listed them on separate cards, you can believe me when I say there have been many. Now take these cards and shuffle them, next I'll pick a card and I won't be able to say what year it came from. They all say the same thing; went out or stayed home, ate a little and then drank a lot. Came home late and felt bad the next day. Other than a few details, they would all be the same. Maybe it just the drunkenness that blurs all the memories and in reality every New Year's party has a delightful originality of its own but I seriously doubt it. 

I have to own up to the fact that all these New Years' are starting to scare me. Now that I'm turning into an old man or at least that's what my driver's license is saying about me, I'm beginning to notice how fast the years are going by. You can only claim to be middle aged for so long before you lose creditability. If middle age is to mean you have lived half your life, then anything close to fifty is pushing the boundaries of believability. It won't be too long before saying 'wait until next year' starts to turn into a pipe dream. It is not the question of how many New Year's celebrations I have left, but the realization that it is no longer an infinite number that is startling.

So far, I have lived a wondrous life, not so much exciting and successful as comfortable and healthy and really, which is more rewarding. Do I have everything I want, not by a long shot but I do have everything I need which includes family and friends so what more could I ask. I am at that point of my life where I don't wish to look to the future. I feel I've been fortunate for my whole life and to look ahead and expect the same seems to me to be pushing my luck. 

So, here's to you and yours with wishes for a happy and prosperous New Year and a prosperous new decade while I'm at it. Allow me to offer one piece of advice that my years have taught me, spicy food is the best way to cure a hangover. 



Happy New Year!



On New Year's eve of 1997 I experienced the most exciting sexual event of my life and I have never been the same since. A dull, boring lifestyle has been replaced with one of unceasing erotic pleasures. But I get ahead of myself, let me go back six months to tell you how this all unfolded.

It started last year with an invitation to a New Year's party hosted by my wife's boss. My wife, Joslyn, is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm here in Miami. Joslyn is a tall redhead, 5' 9", and has retained her shapely figure even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. Joslyn's boss is a gorgeous but icy beauty named Eleanor who has a reputation as one of the toughest divorce attorneys in town. She must be tough because she has gone through three husbands and gotten rich in the process. I've often wondered what kind of woman really was underneath her ice queen demeanor, store-bought but spectacular breasts and long legs.

I even began to visualize myself seducing her, breaking down her coldness in the process. In fact, I had begun to fantasize more and more about other women as Joslyn and I seemed to have sex only once in a blue moon. Lately, Joslyn seemed to need to work late almost every night of the week, leaving little time for intimacy. She would come in at 11 or 12 at night, hair mussed, wearing smeared make-up and go immediately to sleep with no explanation for her late hours other than "working on a case". As the party date approached I felt less and less enthusiastic about spending New Year's eve with a frigid wife and a bunch of stuffed-shirt attorneys. Boy, was I in for a surprise. The party went along as expected, full of dull, repetitive legal talk, until many of the guests began to leave at about one a.m.

I looked to Joslyn to see whether she was also ready to go when I heard a voice behind me say, "Why don't you two stay for the party after the party? I'm sure you will find it interesting."

I turned to face Eleanor, the ice queen herself, who shocked the hell out of me by grazing her hand over my crotch as she walked by. I turned to Joslyn with a quizzical look that was greeted by a coy smile. What's going on here, I wondered? My question was soon to be answered as the remaining guests, about 15 in all, were summoned into the game room at Eleanor's mansion and told to take a seat at the long table that occupied most of the room.

Something was up here, I thought, as the rest of the guests (including Joslyn!) seemed right at home with the strange proceedings. Joslyn shushed my questions as she and I were the last ones to enter the room and be seated. With the lights down so dim, I couldn't recognize anyone except the ice queen who stood at the end of the long table. When we were seated and a carafe of wine was passed around Eleanor spoke to us stating, "We have a new addition to our group tonight. For those of you that haven't met him, say hello to Joslyn's hubby Bill". All the attention in the room was on me.

"What the hell...?, I said to Joslyn who silenced me again, this time with a quick poke in the ribs.

As I looked around the table and my eyes adjusted to the light, I began to inventory the guests. Across from me I saw Rick Turner, the law office's resident playboy whose exploits were well known. Next to him was Amanda Somebody-or-Other, another paralegal in her early fifties whose bleached-blond hair was almost white and was waist length. It seems this was an equal-opportunity party as several black men and women were sprinkled among the guests at the table.

On the other side of Rick was one of the firm's tax attorneys, Sherry Adams, who had caramel-colored skin to go with her Bahamian accent. Alongside Sherry was her husband Reggie who was rumored to have a cock long enough to make him porn movie material. Before I could identify anyone else, Eleanor asked all the women to stand up and take off their clothes. To my total surprise, the women, including Joslyn, complied as if this were an everyday request. Eleanor handed each woman a gift-wrapped package telling them it was their 'uniform' for the rest of the night. I could feel my erection begin to grow as each one opened their package and tried on their surprise. Each woman was soon dressed in a teddy with g-string, garter belts and fishnet stockings. Each outfit was identical except for the color.

Joslyn looked dynamic in a green outfit that showed nothing to leave to the imagination. Amanda had on a totally black teddy that was a stunning contrast to her snow-white hair while Sherry sported a solid white outfit that made her ebony skin look more delicious. The only woman not in a teddy was Eleanor. She was wearing the skin-tight evening gown she had on all evening. My mind began to wonder just what lurked beneath the expensive dress and jewelry. When the women were dressed (or undressed if you prefer) Eleanor told them to leave the room and "go back to the bedrooms in the back of the house like we agreed before". Sooo, this had been planned all along and I seemed to be the only one not in on the planning.

When whatever was about to unfold was over, Joslyn had some explaining to do about her recent long hours and mystery whereabouts. As the women left the room Eleanor addressed the men at the table. "Well studs," she said, "all of you except Bill know the rules of the game. Let's take a moment and explain them to him." Eleanor proceeded to tell me that the men at the table would draw names to see which bedroom they would go to.

Each room contained at least one of the women from the party and that woman would be the man's sex partner for one hour. At the end of the hour the men would stay in the rooms and the women would have their choice of sex partners. As Eleanor passed around a bowl with slips of paper in it my mind wandered, wondering which of the women at the table I would end up fucking. I didn't have long to wait; on my slip of paper was written simply 'the master bedroom'. As I opened the double doors to the master bedroom I was greeted with the sight of a canopied, four poster bed.

A closer look showed me that the bed was empty. Had I been shortchanged? Was this just a joke to get my dick hard? I walked over to the bed and looked around the room. My reflection in a wall-size mirror was the only thing I could see. Just then, from the closet I heard two voices yell out "Surprise!" in unison. The voices were followed by their owners, Amanda and Sherry.

"Bet you thought you had lost out", said Sherry in her lilting accent.

"You won the prize", said Amanda, "You get two for the price of one." I had hit the jackpot. For the next hour I would be alone with a beautiful salt and pepper pair of lovelies. As quickly as we could, the three of us jumped on the bed and began to explore each other's bodies. I wanted to experience my first contact with black pussy and I pulled Sherry's g-string off and began tonguing her moist clitoris.

She responded by thrusting her hips at me in sync with my tongue action. In no time I had her completely captivated and I could taste the sweet tang of her orgasms as she succumbed to my every move. Amanda was not one to be left out of the action. She swooped down on my erect cock and took every inch of it into her warm mouth. Up and down on my shaft she licked and sucked as if this were the last dick on earth. As a mature woman she knew how to bring me just to the point of climax and then hold back my orgasm, which she did over and over.

After a while I wanted something different and I had my two ladies kneel side-by-side on the bed doggie-style as I inserted my dick first into one and then the other, switching as each woman climaxed. Their screams of delight must have rocked the house and I felt like a super stud at my new-found ability to bring these beautiful women to this height of sexual pleasure. Finally, I could hold back no longer and I threw Sherry on her back and began fucking her exclusively. I fondled her enormous ebony breasts as Amanda and I shared deep passionate kisses with her. When I came it was like an atomic explosion and I quickly filled her vagina with my hot cum. I lay on my back exhausted as I watched Amanda and Sherry insert their fingers in Sherry's pussy and slurp down every last drop of my cum.

I must have fallen asleep for who knows how long because when I awakened the room was deserted. Amanda and Sherry had gone on to some new pleasures. I left the master bedroom and walked to the first door on the right, opened it and looked inside. The room was pitch dark but there on the bed in the corner I could see two men and the outline of a woman. One of the men turned to me and invited me in.

It was Reggie and next to him was his brother Derek. As I approached the bed I could see that Reggie's reputation as a cocksman was well-earned. His cock must have been at least nine inches long! As Derek turned to me I could see that he too was well-endowed. Both men must have been of west African ancestry as their skin color was coal-black and they blended in with the black satin sheets on the bed. The snow-white skin of the woman who was the object of their desire contrasted sharply with their blackness but I could barely make her out as she was intent on filling every one of her orifices with those giant black cocks.

Reggie said to me, "Come see our sexy white bitch, man. She can't get enough of black cock. Derek and I have been fucking her regularly for months now. Last week she gang-banged seven black men in one evening. She is a sexual dynamo."

At that the woman on the bed took one black cock out of her mouth, released the other from her pussy and leaned forward so I could see her. It was my wife Joslyn!

"Hello, Bill", Joslyn said. "I guess you caught me, tee-hee. I love you dearly but I can't get my fill of Reggie and Derek and their friends".

Okay, I thought, what was good for the goose is good for the gander as I remembered Sherry's caramel tits, pussy and vibrant lips pressed against my body. I took a seat and watched as Joslyn proceeded to put on a show that would make a porno movie director proud. Kneeling over Reggie, she lowered herself onto his cock and then arched her body as Derek jammed his cock in with Reggie's. A double penetration in her pussy! And it was my wife who was being penetrated like this was an everyday occurrence.

Well, I reflected, after what I have learned tonight it probably was something she did everyday. The late hours, mussed hair and make-up all made sense now. I left them to their pleasures and decided to look in another room. Down the hall I opened the door to another bedroom and blinked twice as my mind did not first believe what my eyes had seen.

There in the room, naked and tied in a standing position, was the ice queen herself, Eleanor. Not only that but a blond female companion of about eighteen or nineteen stood before her wearing a strap-on dildo and Rick Turner stood to the side with a velvet tasseled whip. Eleanor's pussy was shaved clean and she obviously enjoyed being trussed-up like a prisoner. The blond, whose name I later learned was Erika, grabbed Eleanor and began thrusting her strap-on dick into Eleanor's waiting pussy.

They went at for about five minutes until Eleanor's back arched and she exploded into a series of orgasms, actually fainting at the last one. Rick then commanded Erika to suck his dick which she did with great gusto. Noticing my prescence for the first time, Rick invited me to take Eleanor in any way I wanted. I untied her and carried her to the bed where I revived her by slowly licking and sucking her pussy with long sensuous strokes.

As she awakened, she seemed startled but when she saw it was me she then relaxed saying, "Oh Bill, I had hoped you and I could be together tonight." We fucked slowly and built to a grand conclusion with us both climaxing together. As I released Eleanor to sleep again, Erika came forward and licked my shaft clean of my jism and Eleanor's pussy juices.

With the ice queen asleep at our side, Rick fucked Erika in her ass while I drove my revived cock into her pussy. Erika proved to be up to the challenge and she matched us move for move. Rick and I finished the night by cumming in Erika's mouth and she lapped up every drop. It's now six months later as I write this and, as I said in the introduction, mine and Joslyn's lives are changed forever. We have an openness now about our sexual needs and wants and take great pains to make sure the other is always satisfied. We see Reggie, Sherry and Derek at least once a week for erotic pleasures. Sherry has introduced me to several of her friends who have a yearning for interracial sex with a white man. Just last week I fucked three black women at one time and luxuriated in being surrounded by their ebony beauty.

As for Joslyn, she can't get through the week without tasting black cock and I have made a video of her being gang-banged by eleven black men. Eleanor retains her icy demeanor at work but after-hours she changes into a completely different person. Rick and I fucked her and Erika repeatedly last month for an entire weekend. What's next in store for us? Whatever happens is fine with me.



Happy New Year!



Scanning the room filled with people happily chatting and mingling, I see her smiling up at her husband. Her grin lights up her face and draws my eyes to her. I look at her clad in a soft black leather skirt, falling loosely to her knees, bright blue poet shirt laced up the front exposing a tempting glimpse of her breasts, and sexy black heels. I lick my lips, watching his hands that rest on her ass, holding her close. Catching his eyes, I smile, letting him see my thoughts and he nods slightly, grinning back. 

I thread my way over to my husband's side. Glancing down at my watch, I note the time 11:15pm, only 45 minutes to midnight, I will have to hurry if I want to make it back to kiss him at the stroke of midnight. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift my lips for a deep kiss, which leaves me breathless. He can feel my pounding heart and looking into my eyes can read my excitement and my plans. Kissing me softly, he whispers to me, "Make sure to be back for my kiss when the ball drops." I grin back at him and with a saucy wiggle I move back into the crowd, making my way toward her. I can just catch sight of her husband's head over the crowd so I make a beeline toward him.

Smiling, I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms gently around her waist resting my chin on her shoulder. "Hi hun, mind if I bug you for a second."

She jumps slightly at my first touch but relaxes against me at the sound of my voice, resting her hands on mine. I purr softly in her ear feeling her shiver against me; I smile at her husband, standing in front of us. "Why don't you two find a quiet corner for a little talking? " he suggests smiling back at me, "It is so noisy out here, I don't know how you two will ever catch up."

She nods and turns toward me, hooking my arm with hers. I grin and wave to her husband. "I'll have her back for midnight, I promise."

With that, I tug gently on her arm, leading her up the stairs and around the corner into a large walk-in closet. Closing the door behind us, I flick on the soft overhead light and casually lock the door, "We don't want anyone to bug us, do we?"

Gently, I pull her into my arms, holding her close. Feeling her trembling, I know she feels my hungry gaze running over her. Savoring the feel of her against me, I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. My hands slip up her arms to tangle gently in the hair at the base of her neck. 

Tugging, I lift her face up to meet me. I brush my lips over hers then press them together, feeling hers part slightly. Shivering, she runs her hands down the velvety softness of my shirt to rest on my hips. As I deepen our kiss, our tongues softly move together and I press her back against the door, letting our bodies rock against each other.

Lifting my lips, I look down into her eyes. Gasping, her gaze clings to mine, calling out to me. Leaning in, I nibble gently on the side of her neck and whisper softly in her ear, "Let me touch you."

At her frantic nod, I let my fingers pull the laces that held the front of her shirt together. Tugging the string gently, the fabric parts, exposing her black satin bra covering her full breasts. Feeling her hands pulling at my shirt, I wriggle out of it and my bra and toss them to the side. Her fingers trace over my breasts. Tingles shoot through my body, making me shiver and my nipples harden. My hands open her bra, fully exposing the curves of her breasts to me. I lean down and take a soft nipple into my mouth, lapping and nibbling at it feeling, it harden under my touch.

She moans, letting her head fall back, clutching at my breasts, mindlessly feeling the sensations flooding her body. Slipping my hands down her thighs, I slide her skirt up to bunch at her waist, exposing her whole body to my hands and my eyes. I step back for a moment to look at her standing naked before me, clad only in her heels, stockings, and skirt bunched at her waist. I smile into her eyes, letting her see my hunger. For a moment she uses her hands to veil herself from my eyes but then lets them drop away with an embarrassed smile. 

I step out of my skirt, letting her see me as well and pull her back into my embrace. The feel of skin on skin makes me shudder. I slip my hands down to cup her ass, lifting her gently, kissing her deeply. My hands begin to tremble slightly from the sensory overload. She looks questioningly up into my eyes unsure of what to do next. Gently, I guide her down onto her knees and follow close behind, kneeling in front of her. 

Coaxing her thighs apart, I slip my hand up her inner thigh, feeling her muscles quiver under my touch. My hands rest over her pussy, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat pounding against my palm. As my fingers stroke her lips, she gasps, lifting herself up, her breasts rising up to the level of my lips. Grinning, I nibble on each hardened nipple. Her hands come up automatically grasping my hair, holding my mouth against her breasts, her moans rumbling deep in her throat. My fingers continue their gently stroking, waiting as her silky lower lips swell with blood, gradually parting on their own. My fingers part her lips, finding her clit and circling it softly. Her wetness lets my fingers slide against her, feeling her whole body trembling. The scent of her arousal fills my nose, making my body quiver in anticipation. My lips nibble gently down her body and nip softly at her clit. She jumps slightly groaning. My tongue darts out to lap at her.

Unable to help myself, I lie down on the floor with my legs resting away from her and pull her forward over my face. She scoots forward and kneels over my face her entire body frozen with anticipation. I lift my face up to kiss her lips, lapping at her wetness. As my tongue meets her clit, she collapses down on me, her face resting on my tummy only inches from my thighs. I shiver as her breath teases my hairless pussy.

My hips move seemingly on their own, twitching, seeking her mouth and fingers. Breathless, I beg her huskily. "Taste me too."

With only a moment's hesitation, she lowers to her mouth to me, teasing with her tongue. I moan loudly against her pussy then resume my hungry licking. The feel of her mouth drives me crazy within moments. My body trembles and shakes against hers as my tongue teases her clit and then begins a fast thrusting into her wet pussy. My hands grasps her ass, holding tightly as she grinds herself against my face, her body writhing against me, her moans vibrating my most sensitive skin.

My whole body on fire, my mind unable to think clearly, my whole being is centered on this wonderful woman and the sensations flooding through my body. Moving against each other, our tongues teasing, our hips rocking, my lips close over her clit lapping at it, feeling it pulsing under my lips. From the sounds of her moans, I can tell she is as close to climax as I am now. Lifting my face more, I thrust my tongue into her, my fingers caressing and teasing. 

Groaning loudly, she shudders against me, grinding her pussy hard down on my tongue, seeking to drive me deeper. My tongue laps and thrusts feeling her whole body shaking and tensing. 

Suddenly, she buries her tongue deep inside me and her entire pussy clenches, flooding me. She rocks against me, groaning, lapping frantically at my clit, her fingers softly thrusting into me as I feel myself teetering on the brink. Then with a shout, muffled by her pussy still trembling over my mouth, I feel my entire body exploding in sensation. 

Wrapping my arms around her ass, I hold her close as we tremble together. I growl softly, pressing kisses to her pussy. She sighs, slides off me, and nestles in beside me. I pull her close, brushing a kiss over her lips. The taste of our come mingling on our lips brings a smile to my lips. I hold her close, breathing deeply and trying to calm my racing heart. Inside I can still feel echoes of the explosion, quivering and trembling. Sitting up, I tug her gently with me still holding her tight.

Looking up, I laugh as the sight of the coats lining the walls finally filters into my vision. A thought slips to the surface of my mind and I glance at my watch. "11:50. We'd better hurry and get dressed if we want to rejoin the men before midnight"

Smiling, I stand up and offer her a hand to help her up. We both gather up our clothes and dress silently. As I straighten out my clothes and casually run a hand through my hair, I look into her eyes. She smiles back up at me and I can see her quiet contentment echoing back. I pull her close for one last hug and press a soft kiss to her lips. Slipping out the door and back down the stairs, we find our husbands deep in conversation on the opposite side of the room and make our way back over to them. Walking up to my husband I slide up under his arm to snuggle in by his side and smile up at him. He leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. "Enjoy yourself?"

In response to my nod, he grins and holds me tight. Glancing over, I see her snuggling in close to her husband and we share a grin. All around us people begin the chant "10...9...8..." but we just smile into each others eyes knowing while this might have been the first time, this new year could bring us many new exciting things.



Happy New Year!



His eyes were glued to me as I lay back on the bed. He sat at the end in a chair, his tie long gone and his shirt casually unbuttoned, a cigarette burning between his fingers. I smiled as I tugged my dress over my head and tossed it to him, revealing my mostly naked body underneath.

I unpinned my long hair, letting the chestnut locks unfurl over my shoulders and tipped my head back and shook it, I looked back up at him as I ran my fingers through its soft thickness letting it spill over my back.

I moved one hand to my lips, brushing over them lightly as I got up to my knees, my eyes locked with his as I slowly sucked one digit between my painted red lips and ran it down my throat.

He shifted in his seat, his eyes following my finger as I brushed it lightly over one already hard nipple. I moaned low as I circled, wetting the tip and then pinched lightly.

The pleasure shot down to my center and my hips moved of their own volition.

I repeated the process, rubbing my wet finger against the other nipple until it too stood hard and puckered. I cupped my breasts in both my hands, squeezing them and tugging my nips between my fingers as his eyes moved over me.

I lifted one breast to my lips, moaning at the feeling of my hot wet tongue swiping over the tip, my hips moving, rocking slightly as I laved one...then the other. Teasing myself and making them both painfully hard.

He took a drag of his smoke and butted it in the ashtray next to him, then brought the bottle of champagne that we had liberated from the New Years party still raging outside the locked door to his lips. I smiled as I paused and scooted forward, taking it from his hand and bringing it to my lips, the bubbly liquid tickled my tongue as I drank deeply.

An idea came to me as I pulled the bottle from my lips, I backed up into my previous position and looked at him as I tilted the bottle and let the golden liquid pour over one nipple, then across my chest and over the other.

I sucked in my breath; it was very cool and made my skin tingle everywhere it touched. He smiled as he watched the fizz trail down my body in rivets, then I licked my nips, flicking my tongue out over the tips and cleaning them.

I leaned back on the bed and brought my knees up, using one arm for support I half lay and half sat as I bent my knees and opened my legs wide, showing him how turned on I was. My pussy was wet and open, my clit throbbing.

I tilted the bottle, letting the stream of champagne flow over my heated sex. I gasped loudly as the cold liquid moved over my flesh, bubbling and fizzing against my clit, over the lips of my sex. My hips lifted as I poured again, letting it flow over me, tease and tickly my most sensitive places. God it felt amazing!

I felt his presence on the bed as his fingers took the bottle from me. He brought it again to his lips and drank, then lowered his head. One hand gripped my ass as he licked me, letting the champagne from his mouth dribble out over my pussy. I moaned as he spread me open and let a few drops hit my un-hooded clit.

He repeated the action, my hips shifting against his mouth as he let more and more of the fizzy liquid slosh against my sex. He licked it from my folds, flicking over my clit lightly as I moaned and bucked my hips up against his tongue. He kept pouring, and licking then did something that made my whole body shudder, he pushed the lip of the bottle against my pussy, rubbing the cold, unyielding glass up and down the length of my slit before pushing it slowly into my opening.

I moaned, my hips rocked against it as I took more of the bottle, He leaned over and flicked his tongue over my clit as he started to slide the hard bottle neck in and out of my now very wet pussy. I moved with him, groaning and bucking as his twin assault put me closer and closer to release.

Suddenly he tilted the bottle and I felt the cold fizz filling me. I moaned as my body stiffened, the sensation is indescribable, so hot and so wet then cool and fizzy. I gasped again as he slid the cool bottle from me and replaced it with the warmth of his tongue, drinking the champagne from my body. I cried out and came hard, bucking up with his tongue moving inside me, his thumb brushing over my clit as he drank his fill and let the champagne and my juices seep out over his chin.

He smiled and kissed the inside of my thigh and got to his feet, the bottle dangling from his fingers as I sat up in front of him and got up to my knees. I kissed him long and slow, loving the flavor of me mixed with the champagne on his tongue and lips.

I tugged his shirt off and leaned in, licking and biting his nips as my hands trailed down over his hard abs to the zipper of his slacks. His cock as rock hard as I rubbed my hand against him, my teeth scraping the edge of his nip then lower, taking little bites of his stomach, my fingernails of my other hand following my mouth and scratching him lightly, while the other pushed his pants down his strong legs.

His cock sprang into view and I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking up and down, my thumb rubbing over the wet head as I reached for the bottle and then tipped the champagne over his cock. He sucked in his breath as I watched the liquid coat his cock, fizz a trail down over his length. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the tip, the taste of him and the dry fruity champagne a heady combination as I slid his as far into my mouth as I could. I repeated my actions, cool champagne then my hot wet mouth until he fisted his hand in my hair, holding me to him moving in and out of my mouth, not letting my lips leave him.

I groaned as he fucked my mouth, dropping the bottle and gripping him tight, letting my nails dig into his hips as he slid deeper, letting the head of his cock enter my throat. He released my head and pulled out, flipping me over onto my hands and knees on the bed with one smooth movement.

I arched my back as he ran the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit, nudging against my hard clit before drawing back and pushing slowly into my pussy.

I moaned, rocking back against him as he filled me, burying himself deep inside until his balls slapped against my sex. He moved fast, pumping in and out, my whole body moved with him as I lifted my hips, slamming back against him as he surged forward. I cried out and came, my pussy locking tight on his length as his name slipped from my lips. My body spasmed as he slammed even harder into me, then I felt the cool fizzy liquid being poured over us as he fucked me harder and deeper.

I cried out, my hands fisted into the sheets as he dropped the now empty bottle and slammed against me, one hand on my hip for leverage and the other sliding over the round cheek of my ass. I groaned low, arching my back as his thumb pressed against the pucker of my ass. He slid the digit inside my tight hole as his cock pumped the other.

It was too much for me, I came again, bucking my hips up against him. My muscles gripping him tight as his flesh slapped against mine, filling the space around us with the sound.

'Ten...Nine....Eight..."

I heard the countdown start and with each number he punctuated it with a hard stroke into my body.

'Seven...Six...Five"

I reached my hand down and rubbed my clit, putting my shoulders on the bed below me and raising my ass high in the air.

"Four...Three....Two..."

I cried out again, my whole body shaking as I came and came, my eyes squeezed tight as my pussy rippled and spasmed up and down his shaft. My asshole clamped down tight on his thumb as the pleasure moved up and down my entire body.

"ONE!"...Happy New Year!"

His moans were lost in the jumble of voices singing and rejoicing. He came hard, his cock pulsed and jumped inside me, filling me as he buried himself deep.

I rode it out, squeezing and gripping him until he finished, then pulled out of me.

He turned me and his lips met mine, kissing me softly as his hands framed my face.

"Happy New Year baby."

His voice was low and sweet as his tongue stroked against mine, I pulled back and grinned at him, leaning forward and whispering in his ear as I felt his juices mixed with mine slowly seep from my body and slip down the inside of my thighs.

"Great timing."



Happy New Year?



I can't believe I'm sitting here at the keyboard right now. I'd much rather be in bed sleeping off a terrible hangover from our New Year's Eve party last night. The problem is . . . I can't sleep, even though it's barely 6 a.m. and I didn't go to sleep until nearly 4:00.

But there's one thing I need more than sleep. I need to be able to make some sense out of what happened last night. Oh, I certainly know WHAT happened. It's the WHY I'm not sure about. Putting things in writing has always helped me organize my thoughts. So, I'm poised at the keyboard right now, while the house is still quiet and dark, to see if by committing last night's events to writing (or to be more precise, digitizing them), I might see things a bit more clearly.

I should probably start by introducing myself. My name is Dan Roberts. I'm 32 years old, with a good wife, a good career and most of the other trappings of success. Just so you have the whole picture, I should tell you that I'm 6-0 tall, with a trim, athletic build, dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Before getting into what happened on New Year's Eve, you need a little background. My wife Cathy and I met a few years after we graduated college. She was working in the marketing department of a mid-sized company and I was the account executive for the advertising firm that managed their account. As it turned out, our jobs threw us together quite a lot, and over the course of a year or so, I fell in love with her.

It wasn't her looks that attracted me. Don't get me wrong, she was very attractive—still is, in fact) with dark brown hair that usually was done up in a professional-looking bun, and the biggest, most expressive eyes I'd ever seen. What really caught my eye was the energy and intelligence, both of which seemed much larger than could be contained in a 5-3, 110 pound package.

I was definitely the one who did the pursuing in the relationship. Cathy was so set on building a successful career that she didn't think she had much time for a personal life. But after several months of persistence, she finally agreed to go out with me. 

As it turned out, we hit it off very well, and I didn't have to convince her to go out a second time. She'd enjoyed our first date as much as I had. We had the same wry sense of humor, were politically compatible (liberals in a very red state), and came from similar backgrounds. We'd both grown up in working class families in small Oklahoma towns. We even attended the same large state university, but never crossed paths, or at least neither of us could remember if we had.

That first date, we intended to have dinner and see a movie. The dinner part went well. We went to this intimate restaurant in the downtown entertainment district. I don't even remember what we ate that night. But I do remember the conversation. It was lively, intelligent and funny, and before we knew it, we were the only people left in the restaurant. Neither of us cared that we missed the movie.

I gave Cathy a peck on the cheek after that first date. It was easy to tell from her body language when I walked her to the door of her stylish condominium on the north side of the city, that anything more was not in the cards. That was fine with me. This was a woman for the long term.

We'd been seeing each other for a month or so before we (finally) had sex. Truthfully, I wasn't used to waiting so long for a woman to give the go-ahead. But Cathy was worth waiting for. It turned out that we were in sync in the bedroom, too. We'd been moving slowly but surely toward the "main event" for a couple of weeks. We'd proceeded from a goodnight kiss, to some serious making out very smoothly. We'd even brought each other to orgasm several times with hands and mouths . . . usually her hand and my mouth . . . but who's keeping track?

On "the" night, we returned to the little restaurant where we'd talked the evening away on our first date. I caressed her bare arm delicately as we waited for our meal, and we pressed our thighs together beneath the table cloth. By the time we got to dessert, I had lifted the hem of her full black skirt and was gently teasing the tender flesh well up on the inside of her thigh . . . so high up, in fact, that as my fingers inched upward a little farther, the back of my hand was gliding delicately over the outside of her lace panties. I was delighted to discover that they were already quite damp.

Cathy returned the favor by caressing and squeezing the bulge that was steadily growing in my trousers. She'd apply firm pressure for a bit, then release me and run the tips of her fingers up and down my length, so lightly that it made me want to lift my hips off the chair, press my hard cock into her hand and force her to increase her attentions.

Of course, I didn't do that. But by the time we made our way to the door of the restaurant, Cathy's hard nipples were clearly visible through her white silk blouse, despite the fact she was also wearing a bra. As for me, I had to walk very close behind her to try and shield my obvious erection from the view of our fellow diners.

The ride back to her condo seemed to take forever. As soon as I'd tipped the valet who retrieved my car, we were gliding through the busy downtown streets. By the time I'd merged with the freeway traffic, Cathy had unzipped my trousers, loosened my now-aching cock, and was moving her soft palm up and down the length of my shaft.

Dinner had actually turned into one long foreplay session, and I was already aroused to the point that precum was beginning to ooze from my now exquisitely sensitive cock. Every now and then, Cathy would stop stroking for a moment and use her thumb to spread the sticky liquid around the swollen purple head. When she lubricated the sensitive underside of the head in that manner, my hips lifted involuntarily from my leather bucket seat.

"You'd better slow down a little," I warned her, "or we're going to have a mess in the car. And besides, I don't want to wait to get hard again. I plan to fuck you as soon as we get to your place."

By now we had exited the expressway and were less than ten minutes from Cathy's condo. The inside of the car was illuminated only by the soft amber glow from the instrument panel and the occasional passing streetlamp. But when I glanced over from the corner of my eye, I could tell that Cathy was a little taken aback by my directness. Ever since we'd started dating, I'd been the perfect gentleman, allowing her to set the pace with regard to sex . . . even when I felt as if the pace was a bit slow. 

But things were going to be different tonight, and I think she sensed it. "That's just what I want you to do," she whispered. "Can you drive any faster?"

By the sound of her ragged breathing, I could tell she wasn't kidding. I'd never seen her so aroused. By this time, she was stroking my cock with her left hand and pinching her nipples with her right. She was slumped down in the seat, her knees spread wide, her skirt hiked up so far that I could now see that the lace panties I felt back in the restaurant were white, matching her bra. She was rolling first one nipple, then the other, between her thumb and finger. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be somewhere far away.

But she was quickly alert again when I stretched my right arm as far as possible . . . just far enough to enable me to press the wet lace of her delicate undies between the swollen lips of her pussy. I traced her length with my middle finger, pressing the fabric inside each time. I paid special attention to her hard little clit, which I could clearly feel on each upward movement.

Finally we were in her driveway, then on the porch. By the time she got her key in the door, I had already dropped to my knees, reached beneath her full skirt and jerked her panties down to her ankles. I steadied her as she simultaneously stepped out of them and opened the door. In our haste, we didn't realize we'd left the panties on the porch to bear silent testament to our lust.

Cathy was anything but silent. "Get over here," she panted, motioning to a spot next to her on the carpeted floor of her living room. When I turned instinctively to check to see if the door was locked, her voice was sterner. "Now!" she hissed.

I quickly lay down beside her there on the floor, and she proceeded to undress me, fumbling with a couple of buttons before finally jerking my shirt up over my head. Of course, I was returning the favor, quickly disposing of her blouse and skirt, leaving her in nothing but the lacy white bra that I'd been fantasizing about all evening. Actually, I'd been fantasizing about what was under it. But that's beside the point.

Already shirtless, I stood up to step out of my trousers. But as soon as I had loosened the belt, Cathy raised up on her knees, thrust her hands inside my waistband and jerked my slacks and boxer briefs down in one swift motion. It was so swift, in fact, that I hadn't even had time to kick off my loafers and the trousers and underwear were tangled together with my shoes. But only temporarily.

In another moment they were off and I was left with nothing on except my socks. I just hate the image of a man having sex while wearing socks. It reminds me of an old porno movie that a high school friend once pilfered from his father's sock drawer. It was my first taste of hardcore porn and I liked it a lot . . . except for the socks. There was nothing sexy about a man wearing socks while fucking.

But I knew better than to take time to peel them off this time. Cathy's patience had run out. So had mine. We both needed to fuck. And we needed to do it immediately!

She lay back on the carpet and I quickly dropped to my knees between her legs. I moved my legs farther apart to open hers further to ease my entry. Cathy was looking up at me with those big brown eyes, only this time I saw a fire that I'd never seen before. I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers, fiercely parting her lips with my tongue. In the same motion, I pushed her bra upward until it was almost around her neck, giving me access to her firm breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly with each panting breath.

I reached down and guided the swollen head of my cock to her entrance and traced it up and down just inside her swollen lips. And then it hit me. "Oh shit," I swore. "I don't think I have a condom with me. Shit, shit, shit!"

"Don't worry," she replied. "I've been on the pill to regulate my periods since I was sixteen. I want to feel you inside me," she whispered softly. There was an urgency in her voice, and she raised her hips up to meet me. So, I positioned myself at her opening, then thrust forward, driving my shaft home in one deep stroke. 

"Yessssss," I heard her say, just as my balls slapped against her ass on that initial thrust. Then, as I began to move my cock in and out, she began to moan, "That's it. That's it. That's it," in rhythm with each forceful stroke.

Despite the fact that Cathy was a fairly petite girl with a very tight passage, her abundant juices, which had been flowing since before we left the restaurant, allowed me to glide easily in and out at an ever-increasing rate.

Her tight tunnel was on fire, producing a heat I'd never experienced before. Her pussy gripped me like a velvet vice, as if to try and squeeze my orgasm from me. And I knew it wasn't far away, as I felt my balls tighten and that familiar tingling sensation started to creep slowly upward in my throbbing shaft.

"I can't hold out much longer," I panted, as slowed my thrusting in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly.

"Don't stop," she hissed between clenched teeth. "Don't you dare stop!" And with that she locked her legs around my hips and pulled me back inside until my pubic bone ground against her swollen clit.

I increased my pace again, this time driving into her like a piston, time after time until II felt the ripples of her inner muscles begin to squeeze my shaft. I knew Cathy was as close as I was, maybe closer. So, I lifted myself a little higher with my hands to gain additional leverage and began to thrust my cock in and out of her molten tunnel as fast as I possibly could. And with each deep stroke, she lifted her hips from the floor to meet my urgent thrusts.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. "Yes . . . god . . . yesssssss!" as her orgasm overtook her.

The moment I felt the rhythmic pulsing of her inner walls, I exploded with her. "Oh fuck," I panted. "Oh fuck . . . oh, fuck," as I filled her with the hot semen that had been building since she stroked my cock beneath the tablecloth at dinner. As I came, I pulled almost all the way out, then thrust deeply again, over and over in rhythm with the pulsing of my cock.

Then it was over. I was panting from the effort as I rolled to the side to avoid crushing Cathy under my weight. I lay there on my side and draped an arm across her breasts and marveled at how fast she was breathing. Her body was damp with sweat, as was mine. It was the most physically taxing fuck I could remember. 

I reached over and gently turned her face toward mine until we were just inches apart and I could feel the warmth of her breath, which was finally beginning to slow. I smiled and whispered, "That was certainly worth waiting for."

"Yes," she responded, her beautiful brown eyes half closed as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Yes it was." And then she reached down and began to rub my flaccid cock gently. "But I don't plan to wait very long for the next time."

I could tell by the stirring I felt at her touch that she would not have to.

* * * *

We made love two more times that night and enjoyed a sensual shower together in the morning before I headed home. I remember thinking on the way back to my place that this was the woman I wanted to marry. And so we did, approximately six months later.

Over the seven years since, Cathy and I slowly built our life together, along with our individual careers. There are no children yet, and we haven't made the decision whether we even want any. Right now it just seems that our lives are so full it would be impossible to take on anything else.

There's just one more bit of background you need before I try to relate what happened last night. You need to know about Scott and Trish. That would be Scott and Trish Hester, who came into our lives about a year ago when Scott joined our advertising firm. He was good, too. Our bottom line got a lot healthier when he and several of his major clients came our way.

I enjoyed working with Scott, as well as appreciating his contribution to the success of the firm. We also hit it off very well personally. He was in his early thirties, like me. We had the same sense of humor, liked the same music and just generally enjoyed each other's company. It wasn't long before Cathy and I and Scott and Trish were getting together socially. On weekends, we'd wind up either at their house or ours. Sometimes we'd go out to dinner on a weeknight when we would meet at a restaurant downtown.

It was really impossible to not like Scott. He was a tall, good looking guy with an easy laugh and a way of making whoever he happened to be talking to believe that there was no one else he'd rather be with at that moment. That was one of the qualities that made his accounts so loyal to him.

Scott was a couple of inches taller than me—probably 6-2 or 6-3. He was heavier, too, but seemed to be in very good shape. But the thing most people noticed first about him, at least if you can believe the comments made by the various women in our office, was his piercing blue eyes. They were an unusually bright blue, with an intensity that was almost palpable when he looked at you. They stood out even more because they were framed by full, dark eyebrows that matched his black hair.

As much as Scott and I had in common, Cathy and Trish were opposites in nearly every way you could imagine. Cathy was intense, a perfectionist in all she did, and committed to her career. Trish, on the other hand, was living a life more common to the 1950's—one where she stayed at home did volunteer work and played the role of the good corporate wife. When we got to know them better, we found out that she and Scott were not able to have children.

Trish and Cathy were not at all alike physically, either. While Cathy was on the short side with dark hair and a slim build, Trish had blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and was at least 5-8. Her figure was much more voluptuous, as well. She was not at all overweight, but she had generous curves in all the right places. While Cathy would impress with her intelligence, Trish had become accustomed to getting by on her looks. Cathy and Trish weren't nearly as close as Scott and I. They just didn't have that much in common. But the girls tried their best to be congenial because they knew how much our friendship meant to Scott and me.

Then last summer, the four of us shared an experience that brought us even closer . . . some might say too close . . . we took a vacation together. The four of us flew down to Florida and spent a week relaxing on the beautiful white sand beaches near Panama City. Whoever said you don't really get to know people until you travel with them was certainly right. Sharing a condo, even though it was a two-bedroom property, gave us a more intimate view of Scott and Trish.

It was impossible not to know each other much better physically, living in close proximity for six nights as we did. And, of course, there was the time we spent at the beach. We practically lived in our swim suits the entire the week. Cathy had gotten three new bathing suits in preparation for the trip—a one-piece and two relatively conservative bikinis. She had maintained her figure with a daily workout regimen. But Cathy just was not into showing herself off.

Trish, on the other hand, wore nothing but bikinis, none of them conservative. It took all my self control to keep from ogling her each day at the beach as she put that voluptuous body on display. 

My favorite was a bright yellow number that became nearly transparent when it got wet. I couldn't believe how it clung to Trish' curves, accentuating her prominent nipples and hinting at the darker color of her areolas. It was not a string bikini, but the little piece of fabric in the back was barely more, and it spent most of the time nestled between the cheeks of her marvelous ass. It was cut high on the sides, revealing all but about two inches of her leg. A combination of a tiny crotch and the suit's transparency when wet, made it a virtual certainty that Trish had shaved herself completely. I found that thought seriously arousing—I suppose because it contrasted so sharply with what I had become accustomed to. Cathy kept herself neatly trimmed, but there was still an abundance of curly dark brown hair.

I spent a significant amount of my time at the beach that week lying on my stomach, doing my best to conceal my erections, which seemed to keep making appearances at the most inopportune times. I specifically recall one such incident. I had made a quick trip back to the car to retrieve some suntan lotion we'd forgotten. When I returned, Cathy and Scott were cooling off in the surf, and Trish was lying on her stomach there on the beach.

Since she was facing out toward the Gulf, I was able to walk up behind her without being noticed. It gave me the opportunity to spend a little extra time surveying my friend's beautiful and sexy wife. As usual, the back of her suit was tucked away between the cheeks of her firm, round bottom. I studied her voluptuous figure carefully and noted that she had been able to eliminate virtually all of her tan lines during our time on the beach.

Her body glistened with perspiration and oil, which emphasized every one of her delicious curves. Her feet were about two feet apart, allowing me a glimpse of one of her nether lips that was not quite concealed by her tiny suit. Nothing I saw there did anything to dissuade me from my conclusion that she was totally bare.




Happy New Year?



As my eyes traveled lazily upward, I noticed that she had untied the strings that held her top on so as to avoid tan lines on her back. I also noticed that I was developing another potentially-embarrassing hard on.

Just as I was getting ready to assume my familiar position on my stomach once more, Trish turned over unexpectedly. From her reaction, I'm pretty sure she already sensed that I was behind her. As she turned quickly and sat up, it was as if she'd forgotten her top was untied. The unsecured top slipped down, and before she could reposition it, she'd revealed almost all of both breasts as well as her left nipple.

"Oops!" she giggled, as she caught the top with her forearms and brought it back to its proper place. And then she noticed my erection, which by now was in its full glory, making a tent out of my swim trunks. Trish' face flushed a little at the sight, but she didn't look away. Her eyes simply traveled leisurely from my crotch, upward over my still relatively flat stomach, across my chest and to my face, where our eyes locked.

Her gaze never wavered and she seemed to intentionally hold the eye contact an uncomfortably long time. Even at that, she didn't look away. Her eyes simply retraced their original route and wound up at my erection once more. This unexpected situation did nothing to tame it. If anything, I was harder than ever. The way she studied the bulge in my trunks, I half expected her to make some sort of comment.

Instead, she broke the uncomfortable silence with, "Dan, would you mind putting some of that lotion on my back? I think I may be getting a little too much sun." Without waiting for my answer, she turned back over on her stomach and lay there waiting with her arms crossed beneath her head. 

"Uh, sure," I stammered, as I knelt beside her, squirted some lotion in my palm and began to tentatively apply it to her soft skin. I did my best to stay as far from her as I reasonably could while still being able to reach her back. 

"You really are getting warm," I noted as I massaged the lotion into her skin.

"You have no idea," she purred huskily. And with that, she moved her arms from beneath her head and put one at each side. The problem was, as she repositioned her left arm, the back of her hand brushed against my cock, which was still in its full state of excitement.

"Uh oh," she said teasingly. "I guess you're enjoying yourself as much as I am."

"I, uh . . ." I responded haltingly, guess as close to speechless as I could remember being.

"The vacation," she laughed. "You know, surf, sand, all that."

"Oh, yeah, sure. It's been a lot of fun," I said, not knowing for sure if she really was talking about our vacation or commenting on my cock. I decided not to ask for clarification.

"Could you do my legs, too?" Her voice couldn't have sounded more innocent.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I think I should . . ."

"Please," she whined, drawing out the word to sound like a little girl.

"All right," I said finally, "as long as you stop that whining. It doesn't become you," I continued. "I'm sure you typically get what you want without having to beg for it." I wanted to show her she wasn't the only one who could throw around a double entendre.

Without even hesitating, she shot back, "Not everything. But I'm working on it."

I didn't have a comeback for that. I wasn't even completely sure what she meant. I never put the lotion on her legs either, as Cathy and Scott came trotting back from the water about that time.

I can't say I wasn't a little disappointed at the interruption. But I did realize it was certainly for the best.

That night, Cathy and I fucked like we hadn't since the first few months of our marriage. Our sex life had been okay recently, but just okay. Some of the passion from the early days was just not there anymore. It was probably a combination of our hectic schedules and taking each other for granted. We just didn't work on keeping things fresh. 

But that night, it was like old times. I had been in an almost constant state of arousal since we left the beach. Interestingly, Cathy was particularly enthusiastic, as well. Not only did she let me fuck her doggie style, something she never seemed to like much, she actually ASKED for it. I didn't bother to analyze the experience. I just enjoyed it.

Afterward she rested her head on my shoulder as we lay there enjoying that blissful post-orgasmic glow. I was on the verge of dropping off to sleep when Cathy said, "I'm thinking about shaving my pubes." She wasn't exactly talking to me, I don't think. It was more like she was just throwing something out there to see what happened.

Of course, I became very interested very quickly. I no longer felt like sleeping. "Oh?" I responded. I thought I'd wait to see where this was going before I committed myself.

"Yeah, a lot of women are doing it," she explained. "I think I might want to try it, just to see if I like it. It's not like it won't grow back if I don't."

Her remark about "all the women doing it" tempted me to ask if she got the idea from Trish. Fortunately, I quickly realized that I'd be crazy to indicate that I had even THOUGHT about whether Trish's pussy was bald. "Yeah, it'll definitely grow back if you don't like it." I tried not to be too enthusiastic, even though I was getting hard again imagining what Cathy's pussy would look like bald. What I really wanted to say was "Yessssss!" It would be like sleeping with a new woman, which would do wonders for our sex life.

"Well, baby," I said calmly, trying to conceal my enthusiasm. "Whatever you decide will be just fine. After all, they ARE your pubes." I turned toward her, smiling, and kissed her softly, expecting that we'd roll over and drop off to sleep.

Instead, Cathy started licking my earlobe and nuzzling my neck . . . a sure sign she was "in the mood." She let her hand trail down my chest, over my belly until she found my cock. When she discovered I was already hard again, she just said, "Mmmmmm," and began to stroke me slowly up and down. "I think someone else likes the idea of a bare pussy," she teased.

"It is a sexy idea," I agreed. "Go ahead and give it a try."

"Oh, I will," she said huskily. "Believe me, I will."

And with that, Cathy got up on her knees, put one on either side of me, and slid my cock into her hot tunnel, still dripping with the mixture of our cum from our earlier lovemaking session. As she began to ride me, I looked up and saw passion that I hadn't seen in a long time. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, nostrils flared. Her hands massaged her breasts, stopping only to pinch her rock-hard nipples.

For an instant, I wondered to myself what had gotten in to her. But that thought vanished almost immediately as she began to fuck me more vigorously, grinding herself against my pubic bone to stimulate her engorged clit. I couldn't think about anything but how good it felt.

* * * *

The night before we were to return home from our trip, I sat in the living room of the condo alone. I always have trouble sleeping the night before I travel, so I decided to start a book that I might be able to finish on the flight back to Oklahoma. Cathy was already in bed, asleep I'm certain. She could fall asleep quicker than anyone I'd ever known.

But I hadn't even read the first page of my book. For the past hour or so, I'd been concentrating on the sounds of Scott and Trish having sex. Since the bedrooms were on opposite sides of the condo, any sounds from one bedroom could not be heard in the other. However, I discovered that night that sound carried very well from bedroom to living room.

I had been listening intently as moans, whimpers, heavy breathing and the squeaking of bed springs drifted seductively through the bedroom door. A couple of times I found myself getting up from my chair and walking toward the door to see if I could hear better, or better yet, to see if I could catch a glimpse of any of the obviously heated action. 

Each time I caught myself, sat back down and tried to remember that these were my friends. It would be wrong of me to intrude on their privacy. But my cock did not display such a considerate attitude. I had another raging hard on that was straining to escape the confinement of my shorts.

"Yessssss! Fuck me with that big cock!" Trish screamed. Those were the first words loud enough for me to distinguish. Good friends or not, I could no longer contain myself. So I looked one more time at the door of the bedroom where Cathy was sleeping, unzipped my shorts and allowed my throbbing erection to spring free. I began to stroke it slowly, closing my eyes to imagine what Scott and Trish were doing behind that closed door.

I envisioned Trish on top of Scott, riding him with complete abandon, her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down each time she drove herself forcefully down on his cock. I was sure her strawberry blonde hair would be mussed and her body covered with the sweat of sexual exertion. With that picture in my mind, I began to stroke myself in rhythm with the squeaking bed springs.

As the incredibly hot scene played itself out in my head, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. Then, suddenly, with one final, "Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss!" things were quiet. Obviously Trish had enjoyed a spectacular orgasm. I could imagine the two of them rolling over, spent, and drifting into a deep sleep. That's certainly what I would have done after a session like that.

But even though Scott and Trish had shared a wonderful orgasm, I was still in need, by this time incredibly aroused from their sounds and my vivid imagination. So I closed my eyes and began to stroke myself once more, very slowly. Whenever I masturbate, time permitting, I love to let my climax build and build, taking myself right to the brink over and over again, before stepping back just in time to keep things going.

And so it was this night. Confident everyone but me was deeply asleep, I took my time, moving my hand leisurely up and down my shaft, tickling the underside of the swollen head, then using my precum as a convenient lubricant. Each subsequent time I took myself to the edge of the cliff, I would have to concentrate harder and harder to keep from tumbling over. The perfect state was to get to that delicious point where just one more stroke would cause me to explode. Then I'd stop to allow that amazing tingling feeling to subside, until I could bring myself up the mountain once more.

I had just reached that exquisite, almost painful stage . . . one stroke from the point of no return . . . when the bedroom door opened slightly. I didn't realize it at first because I was concentrating so hard on not cumming. But in a second, the sound seeped into my consciousness, and I opened my eyes.

And there stood Trish, wrapped in a small towel that was really not big enough to cover her full breasts and her lower regions at the same time. Like a car going from zero to sixty in six seconds, my heart rate surged from a relaxed state to full fight or flight mode almost instantaneously. I know my face must have flushed scarlet with embarrassment.

I didn't know what to do. I guess I thought subconsciously that if I stayed still enough, she might not notice me. That was stupid, of course, because I was sitting next to a lamp, fully illuminated. But there I sat, perfectly still, with my hand still grasping my rock hard cock.

At that point, Trish looked over at me. We stared at each other wordlessly for what seemed like five minutes. But I'm sure it was just a few seconds. I assumed at that point she would quickly duck back into her room and close the door quietly, so we could pretend the incident never happened. 

She closed the door all right. But she closed it from the living room side, leaving the two of us eyeing each other curiously. Then this quizzical little smile spread over her face, and she started to walk toward me. "Shhhhhh," she said softly, pressing her finger to her lips. There was no need to tell me to be quiet. I sure didn't want Scott or Cathy to wake up at this awkward moment.

Holding her towel just above her breasts, she moved quickly toward a chair that sat opposite mine, about five feet away. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she giggled, sinking into the soft seat of the overstuffed chair. As she positioned herself, the towel rode up far enough to confirm my conclusion about her totally hairless pussy. Her bare mound curved prominently, and my eyes followed that curve downward to her full lips, which were still engorged from the fucking she had just received.

Seeing the route my eyes were traveling, she adjusted the towel downward, but in concealing her pussy, she exposed her magnificent breasts for my inspection. I had seen most of them on the beach when her top slipped down, but this time I could survey them in their full glory—from her silver-dollar sized areolas to her hard nipples, which were standing proudly at attention.

Finally, I remembered my own compromising situation and quickly began tugging on my shorts and underwear, trying to pull them up from around my knees to cover my still rigid manhood. But Trish stopped me. "Wait," she whispered. "I want to watch."

Stunned, I couldn't seem to get my body to move. I had no idea what might happen next. But the embarrassment and discomfort of this whole situation finally began to take its toll on my erection, which had softened to the point that it lay limp against my belly.

"Awww," she said quietly, her eyes studying my softening member. "What happened?"

"I'm not exactly used to having an audience for this," I responded, trying to maintain what little dignity I had left and keep my voice down so as not to wake our spouses. "I hardly ever do this," I lied. "It's just . . ."

But Trish interrupted, "Were you being a bad boy and listening to Scott and me fuck?" she teased.

By this time my face was even redder and my cock softer still. "How did you . . .," I stammered. "I was just . . ."

"You were just listening to us fuck, got all turned on and decided to have a little fun yourself. Didn't you?" she said, her smile broadening. "I know you can hear nearly everything that goes on in the bedrooms from here." 

"How did you know . . . I, uh . . .?" I couldn't get the words out. 

"As a matter of fact, I listened to you and Cathy the other night."

I stared at her in disbelief. "You listened to us? I didn't realize . . ."

"Yeah. When you put lotion on me on the beach," she explained. "It was that night. God, you were really worked up. Sounded like Cathy was, too."

"So, what happens now?" I asked, realizing I might already know the answer.

"I want to watch," she repeated calmly, as if she had just told me she wanted to watch me change a flat or something.

"Watch what?" I was stalling for time to collect myself.

"You know what. Get yourself off. Masturbate. Jack off. Whatever you guys call it."

"I don't know," I hesitated. "What if they wake up? What if . . .?"

"C'mon," she coaxed. "You know you want to. I can tell."

She was right, of course. My cock had busted me, as usual. Hearing about Trish listening to Cindy and me made it come alive. In no time it was standing straight and tall, so engorged you could see it throb every time my heart beat.

"Maybe this will help," she offered, as she opened her towel, revealing completely that amazing body I had been lusting after all week.

At that point, I felt like Chevy Chase in that Vacation movie . . . when he jumped into the swimming pool with a naked Christy Brinkley, even though he knew his wife might look out their hotel window at any moment and see what was happening. "This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy," he kept repeating to himself.

But he took off his clothes and jumped in anyway. And so did I.

I let my eyes wander over Trish' body and began to stroke myself again. I'd never been this close to a woman who exuded such raw sexuality . . . especially with my dick in my hand. I took in every curve, every line. 

As my hand moved faster and faster, the images were coming in fragments . . . the swell of her breasts . . . her light brown areolas . . . hard nipples . . . tight belly . . . naked pussy . . . Then, Trish sat back, lifted her legs and put her feet flat on her chair. She let her knees fall outward and used both hands to spread her lips to expose herself to me totally. I'll never forget how she looked under the glow of the lamp, her pink inner folds glistening with a combination of arousal and the cum Scott had deposited there only minutes before.

That's the last image I saw before the first glob of cum splattered under my chin and started dribbling down my neck. It was followed by several more blasts that covered my chest and belly. As I came, I kept stroking myself vigorously, my hand nearly a blur. It felt so good I never wanted to stop. But finally, I had to stop. I was just too sensitive and my cock too soft to continue. 

I slowly raised my eyes and looked at Trish. I'd been avoiding eye contact so I could keep my concentration while I jacked off. She was smiling that same quizzical smile that I saw when she first came out of the bedroom. About that same time, I also became aware of the copious amount of semen that covered nearly all my body from the waist up. I'd never cum so hard or so much in my entire life.

"Mmmmm. Had you been saving all that for me?" she teased, as she let her eyes wander up and down my upper body. I was too spent to answer and in the aftermath of my orgasm, my embarrassment was returning, not to mention my fear of getting caught.

Trish didn't wait for an answer. She just stood up from her chair, adjusted her towel and walked over to me. Before I could react, she reached out and used two fingertips to collect a glob of my cum. Then she raised them to her lips and licked off the sticky white goo, slowly and completely. I know by this time my jaw must have been resting on my cum-splattered chest.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "That's good. But next time I want it on me."

And with that, she turned and walked back toward her bedroom, giving me one last lingering look at her beautiful ass, which was not nearly covered by the skimpy towel.

"Next time? I said to myself. "Next time?

* * * *

On the flight home the next morning, everything seemed perfectly normal on the surface. The four of us made small talk and reviewed some of the highlights from the trip as we rode to the airport in the cramped taxi. Cathy sat in back with Scott and Trish, and I was more than happy to join the cabbie in front.

Inside, however, I felt far from normal. My stomach was churning and it wouldn't have surprised me if my face was still red. I still hadn't wrapped my mind around what happened the night before, even though I lay in bed nearly all night, playing it over and over in my head. The fact that I was lying there next to Cathy, who was sleeping peacefully and had no idea what was going on, made me feel terribly guilty.

I had never cheated on her in the seven years we'd been married. And although Trish and I had technically not had sex, I knew our behavior fell well within cheating territory. I kept asking myself why I went along with it. I also had an inner debate about whether to confess to Cathy and suffer the consequences.

Then I thought of Scott, who over the past year had become my best friend. How would he react? Could our friendship possibly survive something like this?

And Trish. What the hell was she all about? She handled herself with such ease and confidence the night before. Does she do things like that often? Maybe I should tell Scott so he could confront her about what she's been up to.

On and on it went. During the taxi ride. On the flight home. The questions just kept coming. But where were the answers?




Happy New Year?



Finally as the engines of our jet began to ease up in preparation for landing, I made my decision. I would not tell Cathy. It would hurt her too badly. She might even divorce me, and I did not want that for sure. I really loved her and was reasonably satisfied with our life. Reasonably satisfied. I guess if I'd been completely satisfied, I wouldn't have been jacking off the night before while Trish showed me her pussy.

Obviously, if I wasn't going to tell Cathy, I couldn't tell Scott. He was on his own, I decided. Good luck, my friend. I have a feeling there are some rough waters ahead for you.

I decided another thing. We were going to stop spending so much time with Scott and Trish. We had become so comfortable with each other that all this came too easily. But it was not going to happen again, I vowed. I definitely wasn't going to spend any time alone with Trish.

(To be continued . . .)



Happy New Year!



Finally, the day has arrived that I can take down the tree and store it in the garage for another year. With a grinch-like grin on my face, I climb the ladder and hoist the artificial tree onto the highest shelf in the garage. Feeling a rather warm glow at last, the holiday bustle over I step gingerly onto the cold floor of the garage and feel arms grabbing around my waist.

Gasping in a cold breath, shivering at the unexpected touch, I can feel hot wet breath grazing my ear. Stiffening, I brace my feet and start to pull out of the unsolicited embrace, to see who has snuck up on me.

A growl of warning in my ear startles me into fear frozen limbs, I cannot move. The growl is tinged with danger, lust and I can feel the arousal of my attacker through the thin pajama pants. Realizing that I am not dressed for this cold temperature in the unheated garage, a shiver sets in, my whole body trembling.

The arm holding me rigidly in place tightens and I feel myself propelled backwards towards the open door. I whimper as I hear the rumble of the door closing, the solid thunk as it hits the floor and the rattle of the chain as I am locked inside with the intruder.

A length of caution tape is looped over my eyes, effectively cutting out all light and my hands are tied together behind my back. My breasts jutting forward, parting my unzipped jacket and thrusting at the fabric of my pajama top.

The cold seeping up through the soles of my sneakers, cold air swirling around my ankles, my teeth chattering as I shake, unsure if from the cold or the icy bands of fear that tighten my chest, make my breath a solid thing, fighting to take air into my lungs.

He carries me into the rear of the garage, where the tools are kept and I am dumped into a chair. I concentrate on breathing, just breathing, bringing my panic into a controlled state, filling my lungs, bracing my feet on the floor, trying to orient my body, decide where the exit is.

The sounds of him moving in the small space fill my ears, and I start to recognize the familiar pinging of the electric heater, at least I will not freeze. My arms are pulled up and untied, then retied above my head, and the rumbling of the chain falls brings a new panic to my breathing, I twist and turn, my body lifted from the chair, the sound of it scraping the floor as it is pushed away and I am suspended on tiptoe, swaying by my stretched arms.

His lips descend on mine, sealing his body to mine, he pushes my lips apart with his tongue and searches in my mouth, his wet hard tongue invading my dry mouth, lubricating it with his saliva. I gasp and he blows breath into my lungs, til I feel about to burst, chest aching as it expands, my nipples tingling and swelling, mistaking the kiss for passion. Traitorous body responding at some animal level to this ravaging kiss.

The heat rising, giving a slight flush to the exposed flesh of my belly, shirt rising with my upstretched arms, a pale swath of quivering flesh exposed. Soft wet lips tracing a liquid fire across that strip of flesh, muscles rippling as my hips twist, pushing closer to the source, hot breath further heating my wet skin.

Thumbs hooking the waistband of my pajama pants, feeling them slide down my legs, puddling at my feet. Tangled pants, I feel my sneakers pulled off, cold feet grazing the floor, pants removed and my legs spread. A bar tied between my ankles, holding them spread, my feet clearing the floor, suspended from my wrists, aching wrists, making me whimper. The cold feel of something at my pussy lips, spreading them, pushing into my wet pussy, then thrusting upwards, taking the strain off my wrists, but my body weight almost completely resting on the phallus shoved deep inside me, braced on the floor.

Too shocked to do more than whimper, my covered eyes crying in frustration, the sound of a power tool turning on, it presses to my mound, vibrating my clit. Strong vibrations, feels like the palm sander, making my clit swell and buck, pussy dripping thick liquid, every twist of my body driving the huge hard phallus against the pulsating walls of my pussy.

The cold steel of a blade on my belly, sound of tearing fabric as my pajama top is ripped open, exposing my heaving breasts, jutting nipples, clearly evident of the excitement my body takes from this rape of my pussy.

My nipples pinched and tweaked, the hard peaks swelling, the feel of cold rubber and the ratcheting sound of the clamps as they are attached to my nipples. Screaming at last, giving voice to the atrocities, he chuckles as he tightens them more, until I am afraid my throbbing nubs will pop right off my chest.

My spread legs are attached to the chain falls and pulled up...veeing my body, the pressure taken off my pussy momentarily and then the blindfold removed. Blinking in the light, I see that the object in my pussy is attached to a rod that is clamped to the bar holding my legs parted. Every movement makes it dance inside me...and then I feel myself moving, lower, the ceiling recedes.

His hands part my ass cheeks and the cool liquid drizzles over me, he spreads it on my ass, and pushes his finger inside, spreading the lube...then the ratcheting sound of chain falls, the scraping of the chair, he positions himself, comfortably seated under my tethered body, and as I go lower, the feel of his cock rubbing along my slippery ass crack, then, with a sudden ratcheting, I am lowered enough, his hands gripping my hips as his cock slices up into my ass, fully embedded in one slick thrust. The tightness painful, my ass spasming on his thick cock, my scream high and long as my body drops onto his cock, I can only stare at the pole stretched between my ankles, the rod fastened to the pole, my pussy stuffed full of artificial cock as the real cock throbs in my ass.

He groans in my ear, biting my lobe, tearing painfully into tender flesh. He nibbles my throat as his hips lift up, driving deeper in my ass. The feel of the sander pushed to my clit, his cock ripping open my ass and the hard phallus in my pussy, he reaches to release the clamps from my numbed nipples and the pain rips through me. Screaming, I twist and turn, only serving to drive onto his cock, his breath whistling from his mouth, so close to my ear carries the pure lustful nature of his attack, my screams and the shaking of my body turning him on even more.

With an anguished cry, I cum, screaming, my clit exploding from the powerful vibrations, my greedy wanton body ignoring the viciousness of the attack and turning every feeling into pleasurable lustful release.

As I gasp for air...shuddering all over, his whispered words in my ear, simultaneous with his scream of orgasm, the hot rush of his essence filling my ass, I realize that this is no rape. The warm fuzzy feelings replace the cold fear as I cum again, twisting on my lovers cock, milking his seed from him. Relishing his ragged breathing and whispering of soft mushy words. Between gasping breaths, I whisper, "You're early!"



Happy New Year!



Jack opened the front door.

"Hey, Mr. Grant!"

"Oh no! Beth..."

It was his babysitter, the one he forgot to call when his plans changed. The car in the driveway backed out of the driveway and into the street. It was Beth's mom, who had just dropped her off for a babysitting engagement with Mr. Grant's two children.

"Wait!"

Mr. Grant waved towards the departing car. Beth turned and waved, too. Mr. Grant stepped past Beth, but the car was already down the street. When Mr. Grant turned to tell Beth she was no longer needed, she had already gone inside.

"Hey! Pizza!" Beth said, grabbing a slice.

"Beth," Mr. Grant called, shutting the front door, stopping for a moment as an alarm went off in his head: Warning! Alone with an 18-year-old girl! Warning! "Beth..."

Mr. Grant found her sitting on the barstool eating pizza.

"My favorite! Olives!"

"Beth, you have to go."

"Where are the kids?" Beth said, ignoring or not hearing what Mr. Grant had said.

Usually, the kids were jumping up and down to see their favorite babysitter.

"Where are they?"

"With their mom," Mr. Grant said, "which is why you have to go."

Beth took another bite of pizza, chewed, as if she were processing the information and needed something to eat first.

"What?"

"Look, I'm really sorry, but their mom called this afternoon and wanted them to come stay with her for New Year's Eve," Mr. Grant said. "You don't have to call your mom. I'll take you home."

Beth's face fell. It looked so sad it almost made Mr. Grant cry.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My mom's not home tonight. That's why I was so happy to babysit. I didn't want to be alone, not on New Year's Eve."

"You can't stay here..."

Beth looked like she was going to start crying, then lit up and smiled.

"We can celebrate New Year's here!" she said.

Her whole body exploded with the happiness that beamed from her face. Mr. Grant opened his mouth, slowly shook his head.

"Please?"

He shook his head.

"Beth, I have other plans."

"Please?" she said, coming over to him, holding both his hands.

She stared into his eyes, pleading with him with a look that sent a shiver up his back. His head slowed, and when she started to get down on her knees, his head stopped.

"Don't..." he said, pulling her back up. "You can stay."

It had slipped out, just like that, and the alarms went off: Warning! Warning! Warning! But Beth jumped at him, wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Oh, thank you!" she said.

And the alarms were drowned out by the pounding heartbeat in his ears in reaction to her body leaning into his. Their eyes locked, their faces were very close, and for an awkward moment they remained still. He felt her breath on his lips, felt them begin to tingle. Beth tilted her head. Mr. Grant pulled her arms away from him.

"No need for a kiss," he said, realizing that perhaps she hadn't meant to kiss him at all, only sure that it was he who had wanted to kiss her. "But you can't stay for long," he added, stepped back, which helped quiet the alarms.

Beth opened her mouth to object, but stepped back, didn't say anything. Her spirit was dampened but not drenched.

Mr. Grant watched as her face showed every emotion she was feeling, such a collection of emotions in such a short time! Mr. Grant smiled, hoped to help her feel better. He walked over to the fridge. 

"We can celebrate early!" he said, pulling out a bottle of champagne.

The shock on Beth's face froze Mr. Grant's into a grimace.

"Sorry," he said, reaching in and pulling out a soda bottle. "I meant..." But he wasn't sure what he had meant.

They finished their pizza in relative silence.

"How's school?"

"Fine."

"How's your mom?"

Rolling eyes.

"Boyfriends?"

Beth looked down to the ground. Her face was turning red.

"Sorry," Mr. Grant said. "Want to play cards?"

Beth looked up, glad of the change of topic.

"I can read palms," she said. "Here..."

She set herself on the stool, holding out her hands for his.

Mr. Grant held out his hands for her to take. He tried not to react, but suddenly he was watching her take his hands in slow motion: her palms touching the back of his fingers, her fingers closing on his hands, turning them over, palms up, her searching one then the other, her looking up into his face. Mr. Grant suddenly felt very clumsy, as if he didn't know what to say or do. Beth smiled. He swallowed. She bent her head down, chose one of the palms, held it carefully with one hand while the other pointed a finger at the winkled lines, then her finger was tracing the lines. Mr. Grant felt her fingernail scrape over every ridge as he fell into a trance, hypnotized by her sensation on his skin.

"You will live a very long life," Beth said, looking up. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," he said, lying. Did she know he was lying? She looked at him carefully, smiled, went back to stroking his palms.

"You will meet a young woman..."

Beth stopped, didn't look up, waited. When Mr. Grant didn't say or do anything, she went on.

"...who thinks you are very handsome."

Mr. Grant looked down at Beth. Even though she was looking down, hiding her face, he saw that she was blushing. It was like an arrow to his heart. He swallowed, again. When Beth didn't say anything more, Mr. Grant asked her a question.

"Will I meet her soon?"

"Yes, very."

"Before next year?"

There was a long silence. Mr. Grant felt his heart pounding as it melted. He closed his palm around Beth's small hands. He gave the slightest squeeze. Beth looked up, her face blazing red. She was breathing faster. So was he.

Mr. Grant had known Beth for years. He had seen first hand what a wonderful mother she would be some day. He was still hurting from his divorce, but somehow, Beth was safety, and now, this very moment, she slipped inside his heart.

He saw for the first time how beautiful her face was. Had she always had such crystal green eyes? And the small nose, covered with freckles, that used to be little-girlish were suddenly cute, fun, and sexy.

Mr. Grant felt himself leaning towards Beth. He blinked, pulled himself back, reminding himself that he was so much older than she was.

"I can read your fortune, too," he said, standing straight to put more distance between their lips.

He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb and he felt a rush when she did the same to him. 

Hoping to distract her, keeping her from looking up into his face as his cheeks burned with his own blush, he turned her hand over, held it in his, enjoyed teasing her the same way she had teased him with his fingernail scraping slowly along the creases.

"You will meet a tall, dark stranger."

He waited, but she did not say or do anything.

"He is much older than you."

He cringed at how obvious he was being. Suddenly certain he was making a fool of himself, he whispered, "Am I embarrassing you?"

Beth looked up. There were tears welling in her eyes. Tears suddenly filled his eyes, too. For what seemed a long time, two ancient souls reached out to be with one another, through their cumbersome body's eyes.

Then the feeling was gone, as fast as it had come, a wisp of smoke disappearing in the breeze.

Her hand felt like a little girl's in his. He even imagined it was sticky, like his daughter's was so much of the time. He let go of her hand and she let it fall to her side.

Another awkward moment.

"You want to watch a movie?" Mr. Grant suggested.

Beth smiled, nodded.

"And after the movie, I need to drive you home."

Beth frowned, nodded.

"You pick," Mr. Grant said, sitting on the couch, putting his feet up on the table.

Beth set herself to pawing through the many DVD's.

"The romantic comedies are on the bottom right," he said, knowing she would pick one.

He watched her slight body move quickly, without hesitation, on to all fours, her butt wagging in a fluid way that made him wonder.

"Are you taking dance lessons?" he asked.

Beth turned her head, looking over her shoulder, with a quizzical look.

"You just look so graceful," he said, waving his hand back and forth to the rhythm of her movement, stopping when he suddenly felt foolish.

Beth smiled with a blush, turned her head back to search for a movie, giggled.

Mr. Grant smiled with pride. He liked when he made her giggle. She was hunched down now, staring at a particular DVD, while her behind swayed every-so-gently from side to side.

"This one," Beth said, jumping up, snapping it out of its case, pushing it into the DVD player.

It was one of Mr. Grant's favorites. Did she know? He wondered.

Beth sat herself at the other end of the couch and started the movie. To see her so close and yet so far away tore at Mr. Grant's heart. The alarms were ringing loudly! "Enough," he said, waving his hand as if to shoo away flies.

Beth turned, muted the movie.

"What?" she asked.

"Love is eternal," Mr. Grant whispered, hoping to convince his brain what his heart already knew.

Beth watched him. He could tell she was anxious.

"Come here," he said, not asking, immediately sorry that he had used his adult-commanding-child voice.

He was afraid she would think he was treating her like a child, but Beth obeyed without hesitation. She seemed relieved as he patted the couch and she sat down beside him. Following her own instincts, she leaned closer. His arm came around her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and pulled her into a safe cuddle.

"Mmm..." she hummed, settling her cheek into his chest.

The movie was imminently predictable. Two goofy people do all sorts of embarrassing things, thinking the other doesn't really care. The best part was always the first kiss, often a result of some fumbling about. When the couple finally did kiss, Mr. Grant put his hand over Beth's, gave a squeeze.

Beth squirmed closer, uncomfortably antsy in a way that Mr. Grant understood perhaps better than she. He lifted her chin, turned her head up towards his. Her body melted against his as he leaned down and put his lips to hers.

Flat and unresponsive, he worried that he had overstepped her interest, but then her knee bent and her leg curled up over his thigh. He held her tighter, put a hand over her behind, pressed down as she rocked her crotch against his leg. Beth shuddered and twitched. He pulled back. Had what he thought just happened really happened? She was staring at him, uncertain, as his own smile melted, convinced he had just made a terrible mistake.

"Let's make some popcorn," he said, moving her aside and standing.

Mr. Grant didn't wait for her, but went into the kitchen, began making lots of noise as cupboards were opened and closed, bowls put out, the popcorn machine set up.

Beth came in. Mr. Grant glanced sideways at her. She looked angry.

"I can do that," she said, suddenly making as much noise as he had made, pouring the popcorn into the dry-popper, plugging it in.

She watched, with a scowl, as the kernels danced in the hot blowing air.

"Beth..." Mr. Grant began, but Beth moved to the fridge, got out the butter, cut a piece for the cup-measure that she put with a smack into the microwave. She went back to scowling at the popcorn.

"Beth... we have to talk."

Beth turned, faced Mr. Grant with arms crossed, eyes flashing daggers.

"It's my fault," he began.

Beth snorted. The first kernel popped. She turned away from him and stared down to watch the single fluff of white dance among all the other unpopped.

"Beth..."

He came up behind her, stood there, not touching, but close enough that they both felt the other's body heat. Another kernel popped. Beth turned, suddenly facing him, very close.

"I'm the adult. It's my fault," Mr. Grant said.

"And I'm not? I had nothing to do with it?" Beth quipped back.

Mr. Grant took a deep breath, sighed.

Rising voices of an argument drifted into the kitchen from the movie.

Another kernel popped, then another. Each one softened Beth's face, eased the anger and frustration from her body language. As more kernels popped, Beth's face began to ooze a confidence and determination, until deafened with the sound of exploding popcorn, she put her hands on Mr. Grant's shoulders, stood on tip-toe, and kissed him. It was a peck, but a determined peck, which was quickly followed by a second attempt, this time with her hands wrapping her fingers around the back of his head, an overly-dramatic movie kind of kiss, quickly blossoming into all-too-real electric sex-charged fingers scraping up into his hair.

Beth pulled away, shaking, held his head in her hands as she searched his eyes. The tears were rolling down both her cheeks. Mr. Grant leaned forward and kissed each streak, then placed his lips to hers, lightly brushed, and when she did not discourage, pressed into her.

Beth's lips were swollen this time, and sank softly into his. They kissed for a long time, arms wrapping, learning what the other liked, how each liked to be touched, rubbed, squeezed. Mr. Grant opened his mouth, tested with his tongue.

"No..." Beth said, turning her head, pushing away.

The fan on the popper was still blowing, the smell of a couple burned kernels dancing in the hot wind. Beth turned her back to Mr. Grant, unplugged the popper, slipped past him with the bowl now full of fresh, pure white. He watched as she poured on the melted butter, salt, then tossed the kernels to mix them. She walked to the kitchen door, turned, held out her hand. Mr. Grant smiled, took her hand in his, and let her lead him to the couch. She sat down, put the popcorn down on one side, then patted the spot on her other side. Mr. Grant gave a broad smile, sat down, and had no sooner sank into the cushions when Beth leaned over and kissed him.

They kissed for several minutes, much improved, to the point where both were squirming this time. Beth suddenly opened her mouth, rolled a leg up into Mr. Grant's lap, when she knocked the bowl of popcorn off the couch.

"Oh..." she cried, but her attempt to catch the bowl only sent it flying harder, popcorn spraying across the floor. "Oh no!"

"Forget it," Mr. Grant said. "It's not important."

"Oh no," she cried again, jumping to the floor, taking up the bowl, collecting all the spilled bits.

"Never mind," Mr. Grant said.

But Beth did mind, and with every kernel she picked up she repeated, "Oh no!"

Mr. Grant stopped talking - she wasn't listening anyway - and watched the perfect motion of her body as she moved away from him, her behind softly inviting with each kernel she picked up and dropped into the bowl.

Both their heads turned to the screen as their ears perked with the sound of a moan. Mr. Grant blanched as he realized that this movie had a rather explicit, though under-the-covers, sex scene. The man was taking her from behind, something funny in the film because they were both hidden from view, only their outlines under the sheets.

Beth stared at the screen. Mr. Grant didn't know what she knew about such things, but could see her bright red face.

Mr. Grant was surprised when Beth, his young, innocent angel, turned to look at him over her shoulder, her freckles blazing with her blush, her eyes dark emeralds, and her lips curved in a shy grin. When she saw he was staring, she glanced down, embarrassed. She licked her lips, swallowed, raised her head again to look at him.

Mr. Grant blinked. Was she wiggling her butt at him?

"What are you staring..." she said, her voice 

cracking as she swallowed the last word.

"Wiggle again," Mr. Grant said, his own voice catching as he heard the words come out.

She grinned, turned, lifted her head to watch the movie, and wagged her butt.

Activated by some genetic switch, Mr. Grant was up out of the couch and behind her. He stared at her she turned her head to face him. He started to imitate what was happening on the screen, putting his hands to her hips and pressing himself into her. There was fear on Beth's face, and excitement. She looked away, but didn't move, as he repeated his movements a couple more times. She didn't respond, just remained frozen. He bent over, reached a hand underneath, cupped her breast.

"No!" she said, suddenly collapsing and rolling to escape his groping.

He let her roll, staying on top of her, until she was under him on her back. There was a crazy, wild look in her eyes.

"You prefer Missionary?" he said, trying to get a knee between her legs.

"No!"

The fear in her voice had him regretting his coarse behavior. He stopped, looked down at her, opened his mouth to utter an apology. But he hesitated, and in that split second, she smiled sheepishly, looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, but uncertain what to do. He smiled back, his eyes revealing his impish decision. His fingers went to her sides and he tickled her. She jerked and giggled, protested and teased, but he did not stop until her exhaustion left her unable to say anything, without the energy or desire to close her legs as he placed one, then both knees between her thighs.

Mr. Grant fell forward, his hands pinning each arm. He watched her face, searched her eyes, as he slowly lowered his waist, settled atop her crotch, lowered further to press harder. As he felt the pressure bring him some relief, he hoped she could feel his swollen member sinking against her open legs.

Staring into her eyes, he rolled his hips forward. His mouth opened and his eyes rolled shut with the thrill he was getting.

"No," she whispered.

But neither of them was convinced.

There was more moaning on the screen as the movie neared its climax. Mr. Grant rocked again, slowly, then as if to catch up to the movie, faster and harder.

Beth mumbled a "no" that continued on to became a long "oh" as he wiggled his hips, widened her thighs with his own, and rubbed deeper between her open legs.

Mr. Grant was enjoying his dry fuck, but he felt Beth enjoying hers even more. He decided he could wait, focused on pleasing her, pressed and squeezed, wiggled against her. She began to twitch and jerk. The contortions in her face made it clear she was struggling, resisting.

"Let yourself go," he whispered.

Her face relaxed a bit.

"Let your body take over."

She relaxed a bit more.

"Let go!"

Her wrinkled brow melted away and her mouth cracked open. Hips began to jump into him. He redoubled his pressure, pushing between her legs, keeping them spread wide.

Beth gasped, coughed, then convulsed with an orgasm. Mr. Grant stepped one knee outside her, placed his hand down between her legs, and pressed hard into her jeans, just below her mons, where he knew her clit was waiting.

Beth cramped. He felt the sudden warm moisture soaking her jeans. He smiled, knowing it was probably her first gusher, and she might not even know what one was.

Keeping the pressure there, he let her move against his fingers, let her control how much and when. Finally, she slowed, and her body relaxed. She was breathing hard.

She opened her eyes, stared into his. He bent down and kissed her. Her tongue was soft and loose this time, and she had no concerns as he probed her mouth with his.

"NO!" Beth tried to say, gurgling a gasp as she turned her head away.

But Mr. Grant's hand was already down her pants, inside her panties, a finger prodding at the hot, wet, slippery skin that was the hood pulled tight over her clitoris.

"Oh my god!" she gasped.

He lifted his other leg out from between hers and let her legs clamp shut, hoping to keep him out, but it was too late.

He wasn't sure if she passed out, or just fell asleep after that next orgasm. He suspected, from the intensity of her wild jerking that she had passed out.

Groggy and still floating, Beth awoke to Mr. Grant lying atop her. He smiled at her, then rocked his hips. Her eyes flew open as she felt bare skin against bare skin.




Happy New Year!



"No?" she whimpered, asking, but already knowing what was going to happen next.

She shook with fear as the soft hood of his pole pressed at her opening. Her eyes rolled shut as it slowly sank inside her.

"Oh Mr. Grant!"

It was Mr. Grant's turn to gasp as his thick rubbery head popped inside Beth's tight opening. He wasn't sure if it was because it was her first time, or because of her strong orgasms, but he had never felt such a tight pussy.

"You feel soooo...," he said, sliding his entire length inside her, finishing as he exhaled, "goooood!"

He slowly pulled himself out, then leaned forward and sank back inside, sliding easier this time. A worry flitted through his head. He didn't want to, but he felt compelled to ask Beth, "You're on the pill, right?"

Beth, as if she had been languishing in the hot sun on the beach all day, drifting in and out of consciousness, only rocked her head slowly side to side.

Pulling completely out, but then sinking back into the warmth and gentle grasp of the love he so desperately needed, Jack whispered, "And your last period?"

She didn't answer, then said, "I don't remember."

Mr. Grant stopped. He could feel his erection disappearing.

"But you might get pregnant," he said, feeling stupid and knowing it was up to him to stop.

Beth opened her eyes, and it was the old soul who answered. "I hope so," it said.

And Mr. Grant knew, in that instant, that she would get pregnant with his child, if not this time, then sometime in the not-too-distant future.



Happy New Year!



When my doorbell rings just after 8am, I have no idea that I am about to have the most extraordinary experience of my life.

I am a perfectly normal 43-year old middle class Surrey housewife, happily married to a City banker - the only man I have ever 'known' sexually – and mother of a 19-year old daughter and a 15-year old son. I am quite pretty of I say so myself, only five-feet-one inch tall and petite, with short copper red hair, jade green eyes set in a creamy complexion, a naturally smiling mouth, and a nice figure with pert B-cup boobs.

It's the 5th of January, my husband has left for work, my son has travelled up to London with him to spend the day around Piccadilly Circus, and my daughter is away staying with her cousin and her aunt, my sister. I am alone in the house, sitting in the kitchen sipping a cup of tea, dressed only in a housecoat – a modest one, buttoned to my throat and extending to my calves - and a pair of slippers. When the doorbell sounds I just assume, at that time of the morning, that it must be the postman; I'm expecting a parcel from relatives in America. To my surprise, though, it's my daughter's boyfriend Peter.

Peter looms over me, he must be at least six-foot-three, and he's a member of his university rowing team with a barrel chest and huge biceps. He's 20 years old with an unruly mop of blond hair, big blue eyes and what I suppose a romantic novelist would describe as a ruggedly handsome face. I'm surprised to see him – he's aware Jenny, my daughter, is away, but I remind him anyway. He gives me a big white-teethed grin, like a young Burt Lancaster, and cheerily replies, "I know Mrs Turner, I came round to wish you happy New Year".

I feel awkward, but I don't have any choice to invite him in and offer him tea and toast, which he gratefully accepts. He leads the way to the kitchen and, as I follow him along the hallway, my tummy clenches nervously. I've always felt a little nervous around Peter; not because he's like a giant compared to me but because, well, he is very good looking, and he has a lot of natural charm. More than once in the past when he and I have been chatting, and he has turned on that smile, I have felt myself blushing – very embarrassing. And, perhaps the biggest single cause of my nervousness, I did something a bit silly just before Christmas.

We held a party, just family and close friends. Naturally the house was decorated with tinsel, baubles – and mistletoe. At one point, quite late in the evening, after I'd had a few glasses of sherry, Peter and I happened to be passing in a corridor right under the mistletoe. I honestly can't remember which of us suggested it but it seemed natural to honour tradition and exchange a kiss. Of course I intended it just to be a chaste peck, but somehow it lasted longer than it should have done and our lips were pressed together for several seconds. For a moment I felt Peter's tongue pushing against my lips and between them, stroking against my teeth and gums, then he pulled away and, his face still inches from mine, he whispered "Merry Christmas Mrs T". I felt a dreadful burning warmth in my tummy and my crotch, my nipples felt stiff and my face was blushing furiously. I was very relieved when the party broke up just a few minutes later and Peter left.

And now here he was in my kitchen, sitting beside me at the kitchen table – not opposite me – drinking tea. I reassure myself that I have nothing to worry about, I have no doubt he and Jenny are in love, we had both had rather too much to drink at the party, and Peter had never before acted towards me in any way which was not normal between a girl's boyfriend and his mum. Nevertheless, as we sit there, talking about what we did in New Year's Eve, and about his university course work, I cannot help but be aware of his...I can't think of a better term for it, his rugged manliness. Deep inside myself I am begging my face not to start blushing.

The conversation falters for a moment, then Peter says, "I came round to thank you for inviting me to your Christmas party too. I really enjoyed it...especially our kiss under the mistletoe."

I don't know what to say, and I look away for a moment, marshalling my thoughts, preparing to tell him how stupid I was that night, and how totally inappropriately he behaved; that I'm not annoyed with him, it's just something we must forget and move past. Perhaps he takes my momentary silence as confusion; I shudder as his big hand cups around mine resting on the table. His face very close to mine now, he whispers, "I've fancied you for ages Sally, and I know you fancy me too".

Gathering all my resolve together, trying to ignore my knotting stomach and my tingling nipples, I turn to him and as strictly as I can start to say "Peter, nothing can..." I get no further – his other hand reaches around and locks on the back of my head, pushing my face onto his. He kisses me open-mouthed, his tongue forcing its way between my lips and stroking along my teeth then passing between them, caressing my own tongue. My mind is screaming at me to stop this, to push him away, stand up, but my body refuses to respond. One of my hands is on Peter's chest but not pushing at him, just resting there. I gasp as his free hand, the one which was holding mine, starts to unbutton my housecoat, one button, two, three...

As Peter's fingers stroke across my breastbone I come to my sense slightly. Tearing myself away from him I stand and turn away from him. Fumbling at the buttons of my housecoat, my voice shaking, I say "I think you'd better leave now Peter, don't you?"

I hear his chair scrape on the stone floor as he stands, and a moment later I jump as his strong hands rest on my shoulders. His lips inches from my ear, he murmurs "No, I don't. I don't want to go, Sally, and you don't want me to either". He presses his body against me and I feel his erection pushing into the small of my back. Oh God, I can actually feel my pussy starting to get damp.

I whip round to face him, to snap that I want him out of my house, perhaps to slap his face. But before I can do anything her reaches out and, shockingly, tears my housecoat open in a single movement, buttons popping across the kitchen, exposing my nakedness to him. I have time only to gasp "Peter!" before he pushes me back against the wall and kisses me furiously, hungrily.

My mind and body are locked in battle. I am terrified, yet excited by this assault. My mind is telling me this is insane, I am a good and faithful wife who is now all but nude as my daughter's boyfriend takes me by force. Yet at the same time my tongue responds to his, fencing with it, my body arches to press my breast more firmly into the hand curled around it, my nipples achingly stiff, my knee rises to stroke against Peter's manhood through his tracksuit trousers and, my final damnation, my arm snakes around his neck, pulling him onto me, my open mouth locked bruisingly against his.

Peter pushes his hands inside my housecoat and around me. Suddenly I feel my feet leave the floor as he lifts me. He is so strong that he is supporting my weight on his hands under my buttocks, and to help him I lock my legs around his waist and wrap both my arms around his neck. Any last thoughts of my husband and my daughter drift from my mind: this beautiful, powerful young Adonis wants to fuck me, and oh God I so want him to.

I giggle into Peer's mouth as, tottering slightly, he carries me back to my big sturdy farmhouse oak table and sits me on it.  I shrug the housecoat off my shoulders and gaze up at my lover, unashamedly naked, my eyes shining, my tongue lolling from my mouth. With a confident smile he moves between my open thighs and kneads my breasts, his thumbs stroking my throbbing russet nipples. I sigh happily as he drops to a crouch and takes one of my boobs in his mouth, his tongue flicking the nipple. His mouth moves lower down my body; I shudder as his tongue traces down my ribcage, and tickles my belly button then, panting with lust, I lock my hands in his blond mop, pushing him lower still.

He tracks his tongue through my neatly trimmed ginger pubes then I jump as his thumbs stroke my pussy lips. He eases them apart and I feel a warm breeze as he blows on my wet, tender flesh, making me whimper in anticipation. A moment later I gasp as Peter's tongue licks the length of my slit, then plunges inside me. Placing the flats of my hands on the table behind me, my head falling backwards, I groan loudly, obscenely, as he licks me. Soon his mouth moved upwards slightly, and his tongue starts to massage my clitty, giving him room to slip several fingers inside me. As my daughter's boyfriend eats my clit and finger-fucks me tears of joy roll down my cheeks and I hear myself keening like an over-excited terrier. A burning fire spreads outwards from my pussy, claiming my entire body; I can feel my orgasm building like the earth tremors before a major earthquake, and as it begins to hit I screw my eyes tightly shut and scream at the ceiling. My hips thrust at Peter as I cum, several tons of TNT explode in my head, and my thighs clamp around his beautiful face. Withdrawing his fingers from me he thrusts his tongue back inside me, licking me deeply as aftershocks hit until I literally have to beg him to stop.

My boy lover stands and offers his sticky fingers to me. My eyes locked on his, I lick myself off them, one by one. I have never tasted my pussy before, and enjoy the sweet salty sensation. I feel a surge of pleasure and triumph as Peter whispers "You taste much nicer than Jenny", then his tongue is in my mouth again and I suck my juices from it. As we kiss I start to unbutton his plaid lumberjack shirt. He stands to his full height and steps away from me then, his eyes never leaving mine, strips. 

First are his training shoes, revealing his bare feet. Next the shirt goes - he has an impressive, muscular hairless chest.  Finally Peter removes his tracksuit bottoms and jockstrap together and stands naked before me. His uncircumcised cock is magnificent, it must be at least ten inches long, standing erect from a nest of blond hair which extends in a thin line to his navel. As he moves back between my thighs I shuffle forward on the table. Reaching around him I take one of his rock hard buttocks in my hand; my other hand wraps around that huge prick, and he gasps as I stroke my fist up and down its length. He kisses the top of my head and I tell him "I want to suck you now."

Peter shakes his head and whispers "Later. I'm going to fuck you now." My pussy twitches in eager anticipation at his words. I assume he will want to go up to my bedroom, but he makes it clear that, this first time, he wants to have me right here, in the kitchen. He rolls me onto my tummy at the narrow end of the table; my toes are just touching the floor, and I brace myself by reaching across the table and wrapping my fingers around the edges, my boobies squashing flat against the smooth cool wood. Peter moves between my thighs then grasps my bottom cheeks. I squeal and squirm with unexpected pleasure as he buries his face between them, his tongue pushing forcefully into my puckered bum-hole. After a minute or so he stands again and his fingers enter my pussy, massaging my insides, making me cum again within seconds.

At last Peter grips my hips and manoeuvres himself into position. I tense in anticipation as I feel the head of his prick nudging against my pussy lips; it is so much bigger, in every way, than my husband's that I'm not sure I can take it. But then with a twitch of Peter's hips his knob enters me. He see-saws it back and forth for a few moments, getting me used to it, spreading my juices around, then gradually eases into me to the hilt, until I feel his pubic hair nestling against my bum. He fucks me slowly at first, with long regular strokes, but as my pussy accommodates itself to him he starts to tease me, varying the length and power of his thrusts, making me gurgle with delight. We go at it for several minutes until he resumes a steady, fast rhythm, penetrating me deeply. Panting, I start to mumble "fuck me, fuck me" with every push, until finally he starts to get faster and faster, slamming into me, and I give a little whimper with each stroke. Peter finishes with three huge thrusts and I actually feel him shoot inside me, driving me to yet another orgasm.

Peter rests his body on mine, both of us breathing hard. After a while he slips out of me and I squirm onto my back on the table, hugging him to me, stroking his muscular back, plunging my tongue into his mouth. Slowly he rises from the table; I follow and, taking his hand, lead him upstairs to my bed.



Happy New Year



It's just after six; 31st of December 2007. The ground is frosted over and the entrance to Victoria Wine has frozen shut. A few strong jolts later and Mac slipped her slight torso through the small gap between the shutters and the door and walked to the counter.

"Bottle of red, please. Any red." she smiled.

"We've got this?" the cashier held up a bottle of red wine with an Australian label on the front, "£10.89?"

"That'll do. Cheers." she handed over the money and slipped back out onto the street.

She was freezing; winter Scotland. Not at her usual, she had opted to dress up for the occasion; although she was pretty convinced her efforts would go unnoticed. Her 'little black dress' was in fact the only dress she owned, and was indeed very 'little'. Her short, punk hair was blonde with a black streak through the fringe, past her ear and round to the nape of her neck. Never anything other than a styled-as-you-like dyke spike. She liked it that way. Spit and it's up; no messing about.

Walking down the street with just the bottle of wine in her hands, she watched her feet to avoid the black ice. Her knee high New Rocks buckled from toe to shin; glistening in the bitter winter air. She had decided it wasn't her best decision to wear only a small leather jacket after all, although nothing would have matched with quite the same kick.

The flat was only down the street, so she sucked it up and walked a bit faster. Once at the porch she found a flight of red carpeted stairs inside that lead to the front door. She quietly ascended, almost nervous. 'Knock knock, here I come' she thought with a grin.

The door opens. The body disappears back into the bedroom which is directly across the hall. Not one for pleasantries, Charlie turned to look at her.

"What are you wearing?" she laughed.

"Fuck up, I thought it'd be nice." Their friendship wasn't exactly common. Charlie looked at the wine Mac had placed on her bedside table.

"What's that for?"

"Drinking." Mac looked unamused. So much for trying to be romantic. Obviously it wasn't ever going to be that kind of friendship.

"I don't like red wine", Charlie said plainly as she sat on the bed.

Mac shrugged and started to remove her jacket and shoes when Charlie made a move towards her. She pinned her up against the closed bedroom door, lifting her little black dress up to her navel and revealing little black French knickers underneath. Charlie's fingers slid them delicately down her smooth, slender legs and off onto the floor. Mac felt her weight double as the shock of Charlie's warm tongue sliding over her clit made her legs melt like snow drops. Definitely not one for pleasantries.

Charlie held Mac's hands against the door and let her dress fall over her head. Her lips and tongue working their way around and inside Mac's wanting cunt. Although Charlie was taller, she certainly had no issues getting comfortable on her knees. After only a short time, Mac gave out and collapsed down on top of her unlikely lover, straddling her legs and finding her lips. Charlie's where the most intense kisses she had ever felt.

They looked at each other; for a second it felt like the rest of the world could fall away and neither of them would notice. Before they had time to think too much about it, Charlie shot up and made herself busy with the DVD player.

"That was fast." Charlie scoffed as she slid a Massive Attack CD in to the disk drawer.

"You're just that good." Mac was used to her mean retorts. Sarcasm was a strong component to their relationship. It was part of their routine. She moved to the bed and lay on her side. Charlie moved over to her, manoeuvring herself behind her and kissing her bare shoulders. She slid her fingers up the inside of Mac's inner thigh, stopping where she found her wet.

"Get up," she ordered. Mac stood. "Close your eyes."

Charlie pulled a white fluffy tie from a house coat that hung over an open drawer. She placed it over Mac's eyes and tied it behind her head. Mac sighed. She'd let Charlie do anything. She'd always let her do anything. Charlie pulled Mac's arms up behind her and, with the long ends of the tie, bound her hands as far up her back as she could. Whenever she tried to move her hands down, the tie that blinded her yanked her head back. She was forced to stay still.

When her knees where kicked from under her she landed on a pillow; soft touch.

Mac found herself bent over the side of Charlie's bed, bound and blind and aching for every single touch. Charlie reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out her Rabbit. She flicked it on; the blue, see through, rubber shaft thrusting up and down with metal, rotating balls that worked on the inside. The little, soft rubber rabbit's ears vibrated loudly.

Charlie kicked Mac's legs as far apart as they would go. For a moment Mac couldn't think of anything other than that her hips may break. Not for long. Charlie moved the head of her toy to the wetness of Mac's lusting body and pushed. Hard.

"Oh God...!" Mac wasn't the quietest of girls. She moaned out loud as Charlie slid the shaft slowly in and out; just warming up. The machine made it hard for Mac not to move, as she struggled to keep herself calm while the small thrusts teased her to within an inch of her sanity. When Charlie finally slammed deep into her, Mac couldn't help but scream. The rabbit's ears flicked at her clit as Charlie's hot breath left traces of moisture on the back of her neck and the side of her face as she leaned over her back and kissed her.

Mac's chest was flat against the bed, her face hard against the quilt. She bit down on the soft covers as she let out louder and louder squeals. Charlie grabbed her bound wrists and yanked them high up her back to the point of her shoulders aching; Charlie's body pressed down heavily on top of her, and Mac realised that she hadn't been the only one moaning in pleasure. Charlie's little noises echoed through Mac's head. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like this.

"Oh God, Charlie..." she whimpered, "Oh, don't stop..." Charlie didn't miss a beat; curving her body around Mac and kissing her full and tenderly on her mouth. Mac came, biting Charlie's bottom lip and breathing a deep, hot moan into her mouth.

"Hmmm," Charlie sighed, smiling, "Do you want a glass for your wine?" She stood up and pulled Mac to her feet. The tie still tight around her arms and eyes, Mac managed to move to the sound of Charlie's voice and kissed her. Charlie's arms came round her back and untied the binds, sending it to the ground around them; their kisses never faltered.

"Yeah." Mac answered once their soft lips peeled apart.

"Yes, what?"

"Yeah, get me a glass for the wine seeing as you don't like it." Mac sounded sharp, yet laughed in the process. 

Any time spent with Charlie was more surreal than the last. And although she knew it was fleeting, she loved it with everything she possessed.



Happy New Year



It was really more than just another New Year for Michael. This was the first New Year in eighteen years he had seen single. It felt good - the beginning of a new chapter. He looked forward to new experiences and new achievements without the nagging dysfunction of his late marriage.

The party was certainly something new. He had never before moved among such a young, hip crowd. There was a tingle of excitement in the air - of titillation. Michael got himself a tall Jim Beam and began to circulate. It was almost like schmoozing but different. There was a bit of a razor's edge in the atmosphere; something tingling yet indefinable.

Michael knew only the hostess, and her only casually. She was a receptionist at the office, who had heard about his messy divorce and had, he assumed, taken pity on him. He was not yet above accepting pity, especially when it came from such an interesting and attractive woman. He had conspicuously not been invited to any of the usual functions and guessed that the 'ex' had received all those invitations. "That's all right," he thought to himself. "It's time for something new, anyway."

"Hey," a deep, sensual voice purred at his elbow, interrupting his musing, "howareya?"

His focus shifted to the side to be firmly engaged by the greenest, most alluring eyes he could ever remember seeing. "Getting better every moment," he replied with an almost embarrassing glibness.

She was dressed in a sort of black ciré/mock-leather fitted jacket and mini-skirt, and he couldn't help letting his eyes survey her from her high black heels to her thick, wild dirty blonde hair. He smiled lamely at her, trying to think of his next line.


"Like what you see?" she asked coyly.

"Uh, yeah," he sputtered, thinking to himself, "I've blown this already."

"I'm Michael," he offered almost apologetically.

"I'm Dom," she said, offering her hand.

Michael felt a little off balance as he extended his hand, "Enchanted, Dom," he replied, immediately kicking himself for sounding like such a priss. Trying to cover, he added, "Short for Dominique?"

"Just Dom," she said, seizing his hand solidly, and pulling him violently into her. Their lips met crushingly, surprising the hell out of Michael, but her sucking mouth and probing tongue met no resistance.

"Phew," Michael gasped as she let him go, "Happy New Year!"

"It's only eleven," she smiled. "Just wait. I'll see you later." And with that she cruised back into the crowd, leaving Michael staring after her, dazed. While he circulated for the next few minutes, the intensity of that kiss kept coming back to him, and he found himself looking around for her - for the mysterious Dom - like a hound on the scent.

Michael caught sight of her a couple times, talking earnestly or laughing loudly in various conversation groups, and he noticed that a thin, almost waif-like woman - barely more than a girl - seemed to be standing at her side much of the time, as if she were 'in attendance'. Her attention seemed to be riveted to Dom, but just to Dom, not at all to the conversation or the situation. "That's odd," Michael mused, "Dom seems to be almost deliberately ignoring her - not shunning her, just ignoring her." Then the masses would swirled and they'd be gone from his sight once again.

The hostess and a few helpers had begun giving out party hats and noise-makers as midnight approached, when Michael felt a hand on his elbow.

"I just hate party hats." The voice was so low it was almost a purr. Dom looked up into Michael's face and smiled conspiratorially. Although he didn't let his eyes wander from her sly grin, he sensed peripherally, that she was once again alone. Her wisp of a shadow had apparently abandoned her – or been lost. Snuzzling her face against his upper arm, Michael felt an almost supernatural heat spread from her cheek up his arm to tingle at the base of his neck. "Let's make ourselves scarce for a while, eh?" she cooed. "What do you say we check out that back bedroom at the end of the upstairs hall?" Raising her eyebrows, she subtly nodded toward the beckoning staircase. Michael felt he'd been given a dare more than a proposition. He didn't even know that there was a "back bedroom at the end of the upstairs hall." Not that that mattered.

He felt the colour rise to his cheeks as he answered with a barely audible, "Sure - why not?" He was thankful for the low light as they turned, she steering him by the arm, and eased to the stairs. "Holy shit!" Michael swore to himself, a silly-ass grin trying hard to break out on his lips, "I'm gonna get laid. I'm really gonna get laid!"

Gliding down the upper hall, the hubbub of the party below faded to a peaceful susurration. And sure enough, at the end of the hall was a closed door, which, as Dom opened it, revealed a small neat bedroom, apparently a guest room of some sort. "'Come into my lair,' said the spider to the fly." Her low voice so oozed with seduction and desire that Michael felt the restriction of his briefs tighten. Quietly closing the door behind them, Dom stared into Michael's eyes, reaching for his fly as she pushed him to the bed.

Licking her lips, she growled in her throat, "Now, let's see what's trying so hard to escape down here." Dropping into a crouch as she lowered the zipper, her hand slithered swiftly into his briefs, seizing the turgid meat and holding it firmly as she pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the bed. "Mmmmm," she moaned, engulfing him with an almost frightening aggressiveness. Michael's eyes snapped wide as he leaned back on the bed, gasping from the sudden pleasure. Then he let his eyes close again – relishing the sensations and intent on prolonging them.

The warm pressure - lips and throat bobbing insistently - was almost too much. "No!" he chided himself, "Not yet - you can't come yet. Hold on. Let's not rush this." Even as he said this he felt the pressure rising in his balls. "No, no, no-o-o,' he wailed. "Too soon! You'll spoil it!"

But his imminent orgasm was interrupted by the low sound of the door latch clicking. "What the...?" His eyes snapped open again and he peered over the busy blonde head through the half-light to see someone quietly entering. Flustered, Michael abruptly pulled the pleasuring mouth from his crotch, wondering desperately how to save face for the two of them.

But gradually he realized that the intruder was, in fact, the young waif he had seen with Dom earlier. She was a rather pretty redhead - her pale skin almost glowing in the dark, and she had a sort of timid, almost lost innocence about her. A look of worry coloured her face, like a child who she knew she was in trouble and was here to face the music. After a moment's hesitation - during which Michael could hear only the thunder of his own pulse - she asked in a meek voice, "Did you want to see me?" Only then did Michael realize that her eyes had never even paused on him. She was speaking to, indeed seeing only Dom.

"Yeah," breathed Dom as she hopped onto the bed beside Michael, hoisting her skirt to reveal a bare, neatly trimmed bush. "C'mere," she ordered softly, casting a meaningful glance at Michael. Leaning back on her elbows beside him, she spread her knees. "I feel like coming on your tongue."

Michael watched in disbelief, his jaw hanging open, as the girl approached the bed quietly, her glittering eyes focused intently on Dom's exposed sex. Dropping wraith-like to her knees, she planted her face, tongue-first, directly into moist crevasse of Dom's snatch. "Ahhh," Dom whispered amidst the wet slurping noises emanating from between her legs. "Nothing like it," she sighed triumphantly. Michael could only stare, but he noticed that his erection was already regaining its vitality.

His brief reverie was broken again by a sudden squirming as Dom nudged him, while holding the young muff-diver with both hands. "Move down to the foot of the bed," she directed, wriggling herself up into the centre, her head reaching the pillow and her hands towing her 'friend' by the ears. As Michael stood, his trousers dropping to his knees, the nameless sylph, scrambled onto all fours, nuzzling eagerly as Dom's hands guided her back to the blonde source. Dom spoke casually but emphatically to the staring Michael. "Help yourself, Bud," nodding her head toward the upturned buttocks.

Stumbling at first, Michael managed to kick off his pants and underwear as he made his way to the foot of the bed. He stopped a moment to take in the beauty of the tableau - Dom holding the redhead tight against her, moving with subtle undulations; a short skirt veiling a tight young butt; a cunnilinguist pushing impatiently into the vee, straining for better a purchase of Dom's quivering quim.

Dom opened her eyes and, letting out a light gasp of arousal, lifted her head slightly. "Don't just stand there - do something!" she hissed, then, flopping her head back onto the pillow, her eyes slammed shut as a steamy breath escaped her clenched teeth.

Michael fumbled quickly with his buttons and tore his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. He reached tentatively, flipping the skirt off the proffered rump, and inserting his hand between the warm thighs. "Holy shit," he marveled once again, "she's shaved." He let his fingers probe the wetness between the puffy lips and savoured their inviting firmness a moment before drawing his fingers up the crack and over her puckered rose. Her hips wriggle a bit but Dom held her securely in place, while beginning to rock her hips. Michael moved through the haze of unreality, spreading the legs as he knelt between them. Placing his hands on the smooth buttocks before him, he automatically shuffled himself until his cockhead was butting at that invitingly bare cunt. He felt her tense up, and hesitated. "This isn't rape, is it?" he thought, a puzzled look opening on his face.

Through glazed eyes he saw Dom staring at him with a wanton, feral look. Their eyes locked and she growled through her teeth, "Do it!" 

He felt the ass cheeks in his hands relax ever so slightly. That was all he needed. With slow, inexorable pressure, he began to push between the pouting lips, into the warm sanctuary. After only an instant of initial resistance, the vaginal glove of the still nameless girl began to suck him in. In a moment, Michael felt that he had swayed, once again, from instigator to recipient - from fucker to fuckee - as the hips into he which he was inserted began to swirl and circle - wave and buck.

His cock felt like it was about to explode, not in orgasm but in over-erection. "Can it possibly get any bigger?" he wondered, as they, all three began to shudder and shake in a strange, not-quite-random rhythm. Michael concentrated on finding his place in that rhythm, determined not to end this too soon. Methodically he began to drive in earnest into that warm love-grotto.

He stared down on the amazing scene, his eyes tracing up the still clothed spine of this incredibly arousing young woman. Her willing ass shaking around him as she fervently licked at the sex of her apparent mistress. Continuing his scan he found Dom looking directly at him, a sly smile visiting her lips. Somehow, he understood her non-verbal message and turned up the power of his thrusting. Every deep in-stroke mashed his recipient's face into Dom's damp bush.

Kneading her bum as he pushed and pushed, Michael let his thumbs migrate toward the centre crack until they were massaging her anus. Michael felt his stomach smacking hard against his hands. Their mutual lubrication had begun dripping down their thighs and splashing up her crack so that Michael's thumbs didn't even have to reach to spread the slippery juices in circles on her nether hole. He could feel her bum muscles tense again, even as they continued to shudder, as he poked his thumbs into her, cracking her backdoor bit by bit. Without slowing his pace, he steadily pushed first one thumb, then the other, into her, until he had them both in past the knuckles. He could feel the hardness of his member stroking relentlessly just the other side of a membrane.

Something in the centre of his brain glowed brightly, and, almost unconsciously, he removed his lance abruptly from its hot sheath, while sliding his thumbs out and apart. Spreading her ass cheeks with his hands Michael placed the iron head of his rod firmly against her little brown rosebud. He thought that maybe he heard her mew, just a bit, but whether she was protesting his sudden withdrawal or his impending attack, he couldn't know. Dom still held her tight, unaware of Michael's machinations. She squirmed a bit as he began to push, squeezing her legs in tight against his, but to no effect.

The pre-cum leaking from his cock was all the extra lubrication needed, and he felt the stretching sphincter expand to accept his intruder, until it slipped past with a slight 'pop'. Michael felt an incredible thrill as he quickly sawed himself into her bowels. With a smooth slurping he felt himself almost being pulled into her depths until he was balls-deep, slapping his gut on her hard glutes, his swinging balls smacking her cunt with each stroke.

"Un-fucking-believable!" he thought, as his rasping breath puffed with every stroke. Despite a swirling near-delirium clouding his head, he searched his creativity for something else - more fuel to throw on this inferno of passion. And once more, it was almost like he was on autopilot. He felt himself leaning over her back, throwing his cock deep into her and reaching around with his right hand to let his fingers strum her clitoris.

That final manipulation proved too much. An eerie, muffled keening began to rise from Dom's crotch, as the ass Michael still held with his left hand, fingers pressing tight into the firmness of her cheek, trembled with an increasing magnitude that threatened to throw him off the bed. The resonance spilled up through Dom and shaking her head violently from side to side, she began to scream. Michael thrusted wildly, meeting every backward lunge with an intensity heretofore unknown to him. His hips smacked against the backs of her thighs with bruising force as he forced his fleshy spear into the very depth of her ass. Adding his own voice to the erotic chorus Michael threw his head back with a final jab, shouting, "Ahhhhhhhhh!" It seemed like his whole world was in spasm.

He felt the rectal walls squeezing and releasing frantically, as if they were trying to milk him. His cock twitched and jerked, even within that tight confine, and felt like it was trying to tear itself off and continue alone on its journey into the deep. Michael felt his awareness flare into a glaring brightness, even as its scope shrunk into a tight, tight focus. For a moment there was only his cock - in his whole universe, only that one thing. The explosion of orgasm was almost more than he could bear. The actual force of his ejaculation awed him. Had he ever squirted so much so hard? It was as if the three bodies had pounded together into one - their orgasms building on one another until all their circuits were overloaded. Michael had never, ever experienced such a feeling of connectedness. He knew which of his shudders were from the redhead's tongue still flicking Dom's clitoris, and somehow he knew that she could feel the almost unbearable stimulation of the redhead's ass still squeezing his root spasmodically. 

Time stopped; and their mutual orgasm continued. It didn't go on, it just existed. Michael felt them just 'there'; no 'where' or 'when' - not even a 'why'; they just were. Eventually, of course, time resumed. The screaming decrescendoed, ending in an almost pitiful, exhausted mewing; the three bodies went limp, save for a febrile trembling that rippled persistently among them.

They were virtually post-ictal, like coming out of a hypnotic trance. Michael slowly remembered the circumstances - where he was. He could feel his member still pulsing gently in that beautiful ass. "Jesus!" he muttered to himself, "Someone's bound to be coming up to investigate."

But no one apparently was. Over the rasping of their breaths Michael could only just hear the drone of the party below. He couldn't help but smile as he surveyed the situation - he, still semi-erect, held firmly in the tight ass of some nameless redhead whose face was still being held tight in the open crotch of a foxy blonde. You could almost hear the low throbbing of glistening flesh, still recovering from the excitement of activities just past.

Quietly, Dom pushed her licker's face away and whispered, "Clean him off, Jess, and get him hard again, will ya? I want to feel him in me, now."

"Jess," Michael mused idly, without fully grasping the import of what was said, "so that's her name." And with very little hesitation the redhead, Jess, pulled off him with a soft 'pop' and shuffled around one hundred eighty degrees. Michael felt a pang of sorrow as her perfect backside swung away from him, but his attention was immediately re-engaged as she swiftly and smoothly leaned forward to engulf his still turgid member with her mouth. Without missing a beat she took him deep into her throat, swirling her tongue deliciously about his shaft as his glans seemed to bump and dive deep into her gullet. Michael marveled equally at both her complete obedience to her mistress and her talent as a felatist.

He felt rumblings in his loins as his soldier stood immediately to attention, once again. It was not apparently as tired as he'd expected. Sweeping his gaze up over Jess' back, he watched as Dom shoved her hand roughly up into the bottom presented her, forcefully manipulating the tender flesh she found there. If Michael worried for a moment that her hand activity was, perhaps, too rough, his fears were allayed as Jess began to pant and moan around his cock, bobbing with increasing enthusiasm, causing strings of saliva to splash onto her face.

The pressure on his balls increased until Michael thought he could take no more, but, abruptly, Dom grabbed Jess' hips and literally flipped her aside. Then she laid back with her knees down and her legs spread wide, looked at Michael with a wicked sort of half smile and said simply, "Come."

With a slight nod, Michael slid forward, his rampant prick homed in on Dom's dripping twat without any guidance at all, and as smooth as silk he sank his sword seep into her moist sheath. With one easy stroke he sailed in until he could feel the spongy bumper of her cervix against his glans. As he reached the end, his balls swung against her ass. Michael stopped. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to keep his enflamed arousal below crisis.

In her low, powerful voice, Dom asked, rhetorically, almost nonchalantly, "Jess, be a good girl; just lick his ass until we both come, okay, Hun?"

Jess, who had remained motionless for the past few moments, came suddenly awake. "Okay," she breathed, as she squirmed around and lay on her front between Michael's feet. Then she shuffled with her toes and gently pushed her nose up into his ass. Placing her thumbs into his crack and reaching around his rump with her fingers to grasp his hips, she held him steady and pressed her pointed tongue against his rose. Michael fell forward onto his outstretched arms let out a gasp of pleasure, still afraid to move any more, while Jess' persistent muscle pushed and demanded entry into his nether hole.

"Come ON!" Dom hissed in exasperation, heaving her hips up and facilitating Jess' entry into his rear port. The move succeeded in kick-starting Michael once again, and he began a slow withdrawal, forcing himself back against the wonderful probing, before slowly reversing to spear deep into the grasping slit. Dom heaved on his withdrawals and Jess chased his insertions with building momentum until they found a frenzied, yet harmonious rhythm.




Happy New Year



Michael couldn't believe his stamina. His cock was so hard, his loins so pressurized he was almost afraid they might blow back and kill him, yet his arousal continued to rise. They panted and gasped and moaned, the three of them, vibrating synchronously towards their imminent orgasms. Stars began to flash before Michael's eyes so that some small part of his brain wondered if he were having a stroke.

Finally Dom heaved, grasping and sucking his iron erection into her fibrillating warmth; Jess pushed, piercing his bowel with her oral arrow. "Ahhhh!" He felt the scream travel out from his depths - felt it more than heard it, for it erupted as more of a low, prolonged grunt. Dom began to thrash beneath him, emitting a high, whistling whine in sympathy with the siren-like cry that emanated from behind him. From some other dimension - some other place, so very, very deep in his gut roiled a massive explosion such as Michael doubted was actually possible. His liquor steamed and boiled up through his innards, gushing through the conduits to finally release into Dom's welcoming womb - jetting in torrent after torrent - on and on. Michael felt his awareness close in on him. His reality shrunk down to a pinpoint of intense pleasure as the last wave of spunk washed out of him.

Jess' tongue became still, still pressed as deep in his backside as it could go. Dom's legs fell limp to the sides, motionless except for subtle waves of shivers sweeping through them all. Michael fell against her chest, weak with exertion, his hardness still trembling within the warm folds. Once more, the room became silent except for rapid shallow breathing and the dull buzz of the party-ers, ignorant of the expended passion over their heads.

"Thanks, that was great," Dom breathed, as Michael began to gather his wits once again. Already she was gently but firmly pushing him off, squirming out from under him and reaching for Jess who had collapsed between his legs. It was as though he had done his job and was now dismissed. "Be a dear," Dom sort of called down beside him, "and clean your mama off, eh?"

Michael moved lethargically off the bed, groping for his clothes as he watched with bleary eyes the further proceedings. Jess scampered up the bed and eagerly pressed her mouth to Dom's gaping, dripping maw. She sniffed for an instant; then, mewing like a kitten began to lap hungrily at the copious juices. Dom grabbed handfuls of hair behind Jess' ears and, lifting her legs, pulled Jess more firmly into her source. Jess grabbed Dom's raised thighs and heaved herself even further in, as if she were trying to enter her mistress headfirst. At this, Dom let out a low satisfied chuckle. 

Michael pulled on his clothing like an automaton, unable to remove his gaze from the sexual gymnastics before him. While he buttoned his shirt, Dom turned slightly to look at him and smiled. "Happy New Year!" Then she closed her eyes, Michael's presence obviously deleted from her awareness. As her hips began to rock, accelerating under the oral ministrations of Jess' very talented tongue, Michael nodded mutely and turned to leave. He opened the door silently and took one final glance. As he gently pushed the door closed he heard the rising whine, like a jet engine, as Dom approached yet another orgasm. "Where does she get the energy?" he thought, shaking his head. The latch clicked softly.

Turning down the dim hallway, Michael shook his shoulders, straightened his shirt and ran his hand through his hair before heading back towards the stairs. Michael could barely hide the self-satisfied grin he felt pushing at his cheeks. A young couple, in close embrace, shuffled silently past him, presumably in search of a little solitude. They gave him a slightly querulous look as he nodded, silently chuckling, "Won't they be surprised?"



Happy New Year



My hands were freezing and I blew into them to generate some warmth.  Rubbing them together, I wondered how much longer it would be before someone would come to get us.

“It’d be a lot easier if you’d relax,” one of them said.

“Relax,” I spat.  “I’m locked in a storage shed, with no lights and no heat, with three guys, one of whom is an idiot.  Tell me, please, how do I relax?”

The events of the evening had not gone according to plan.  I was part of a surveillance team, and at the last minute, we had to ditch in a storage shed.  The four of us had been assigned to watch some multi-millionaire with a suspicious wife.  The party we had gotten ourselves invited to was the talk of the town.  The mansion seldom saw this many guests, but this millennium New Year’s Eve was a date to be celebrated.  

The Porter’s had invited the most influential people in the city, including government officials and local celebrities.  One stunning blond in particular interested Mrs. Porter, but only because she interpreted her as a threat to Mr. Porter’s fortunes.  So she hired our investigative firm to track every move Mr. Porter made.  We had gotten some strong suggestions that he had been seeing this blond, but as of yet, we had no concrete evidence.  Mrs. Porter had insisted that I come to this party, since I was a female, and wanted three good-looking men to escort me.  My firm is fairly large, so the only three decent looking guys I could find were ones that worked in narcotics.  They agreed to come along for this experience, mostly to get a glimpse inside the famous Porter mansion.

We had been doing a bit of snooping around the house during the midnight festivities, looking for some sort of clue as to whether there was something romantic going on between Mr. Porter and the blond.  Dixon, one of my companions, had witnessed the two slipping outside by the pool.  With camera in tow, I signaled to Bryce and Jacobs, my other two escorts to follow us out.  We stayed relatively hidden, until Jacobs tripped over a lawn chair, causing us to run for cover.  The closest place for all of us to hide was in the pool house supply shed.  Unfortunately, Jacobs, the klutz, managed to lock us inside the pool house.

“You are SO fired,” I said to him, rubbing my bare arms.  The shed was spacious enough, but it was not heated, and so as not to give ourselves away, we weren’t able to turn on the lights.  I was wearing a sleeveless black number, and left my wrap in the house.  The men seemed warm enough under the circumstances with their tux jackets on.  New Year’s Eve in Virginia Beach was not exactly warm climate.

“Here,” Jacobs said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders.  I took the jacket out of mere necessity, thinking that I would set fire to it once we were out of here.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, looking over my shoulder.  The movement caused me to get a sniff of the cologne that was on the jacket.   It smelled good and my immense irritation waned just a little.

“Look, CJ, who knows we’re in here?” Dixon asked.

“The only person who really knows that we’re at the party is Mrs. Porter.  I was supposed to report to her before we left, so I’m hoping that she’ll look for us as the party starts to wind down.  She’s very specific about her directions, so if I don’t find her before this thing’s over, I KNOW she’ll be ticked and want to find me.  I can see just a little bit out that window there,” I said pointing to one of the walls, “and it faces the back exit of the house, so if she comes out and the coast is clear, we’ll just have to start yelling or something.”

“Man, this blows,” Bryce grumbled.  “I knew I shouldn’t have come on this assignment.”

“Then why did you?” I snapped back, annoyed more at the situation that at him.

“Hey,” Dixon said as he moved closer to me, “there’s not much we can do until this party winds down, which doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen anytime soon.”  He moved up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.  “We might as well make the best of this situation.  Are you warmer, CJ?”

“Yes,” I said, although my shaking, petite frame, told otherwise.

Dixon and I had worked together on several assignments and had confided a lot in each other.  I was amazed that this sandy brown hair, brown-eyed hunk was still single.  I guess the unusual hours and circumstances we put ourselves in for this line of work didn’t help cement any relationships.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me closer to him.  He opened his jacket and I slid my arms around his waist, snuggling myself into his thick chest.  He wrapped the jacket around me and rubbed my back.

“Get a room,” Bryce snidely remarked.

Through the faint light coming in from the back of the house, I could see Bryce’s expression in a sneering glare.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Dixon asked.  “Afraid I’m moving in on your territory?”

“What???” I asked, backing up from Dixon.  “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” interrupted Bryce.  “Nothing at all,” he said giving Dixon a ‘go to hell’ look.  

“Brycey boy here has a crush on you, didn’t you know that?” Jacobs interjected.

The scuffle of feet tripping over pool floats and chlorine bottles could be heard as Bryce attempted to punch Jacobs.  Easily deflected, Jacobs just chuckled at the obvious embarrassment he knew Bryce was feeling.

“Like you’ve never had a hard-on for her either, right Jacobs?” Bryce threw back.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded as I backed away from Dixon.  Grabbing my shoulders, his smirk was obviously a give away at the seriousness of the conversation.  

“Look CJ, you’re hot.  Guys can’t help it that they drool all over you.”  Dixon attempted to pull me back in an embrace, but curiosity got the better of me.

“You too, Dixon?” I mused with one eyebrow cocked.  “How do you feel about me?”

“Oh, I’d like to fuck you,” he answered with definity.

“Fabulous,” I drawled with sarcasm, shaking my head in disbelief.  “So, I’m locked in a freaking pool shed with three guys who have hard-ons for me.  Wonderful.”

“It could be,” Dixon said with a slow grin.  “Ever been with more than one guy at a time?”

“You’re joking, right?” I said, slowly backing up against the wall.  I didn’t have much room to move around, so one step back from Dixon and I was pressed up against the side of the shed.

“Well?”  I could hear the excitement in Bryce’s voice as he urged me on for the answer.

“No, ok?” I answered with a slight tremor in my voice.

“Wanna?” Jacobs piped in.

“I-I…” I stammered, not sure what to say.  My mind was saying no, but the wetness I felt between my legs gave my true feelings away.

“We’ll be gentle,” Bryce cooed, inching his way toward me.  I could see by the faint light in the shed that he was removing his tux jacket.  My cheeks flushed with warmth and I felt a slight flutter in my stomach.  

“Um…well…this just feels weird, guys.”  I tried to regain some composure over my initial shock, but suddenly I was inclined to go along with them.  It had always been a secret fantasy of mine to be with two men, I guess I had never considered three.  The wetness grew and suddenly I was sweating from beneath Jacobs jacket.  Dixon must have felt my consent because he leaned in and slipped to coat from my shoulders.  The brief chill made my nipples harden and sent a light shiver up my arms.  

Jacobs, who was still the furthest away, began to remove his bow tie and unbutton his shirt.  After his scuffle with Bryce, he had found a makeshift seat out of a cooler and was still sitting on it.  Bryce started removing his tie as well.  Dixon, still clad in his whole monkey suit, gently took my shoulders and moved me closer to him.  I had imagined kissing him before, but never in front of an audience.  I felt awkward and stared at, but the minute his lips pressed mine, I forgot my surrounding and yielded myself to his warm lips.  As he pulled me closer to him, I could feel his cock pressed up against my torso.  This caused the wetness is my panties to grow intensely.  I felt Bryce and Jacobs repositioning themselves and pulled away from Dixon to see what they were doing.

Dixon took advantage of my inattentiveness and began to undress.  I noticed that both Bryce and Jacobs had removed their pants and were now standing near me nude.  Never would I have guessed that beneath the street clothes I normally saw them in, that they had such decent bodies.  Staying in shape was definitely top priority for both.  I could faintly see their erect cocks and the desire that shot through me caught me off guard.  I swept my hair up from my back and turned around for one of them to unzip my dress.  I felt the zipper give way and strong hands pushing it off my shoulders and onto the floor.  I felt stupid standing there with my pantyhose on, so I quickly stripped them off and tossed them aside.  As I turned around, Dixon’s hands went up under my bra and clenched my tits.  I gave a start as the pressure sent a tingling through them.

“Take it off,” I heard Dixon say in a gruff voice.  Obeying, I removed the bra and started for my panties.

“No, no, leave them on,” I heard Bryce say.  “For now anyway.”

As nervous as I was, the anticipation of what was to come was making my head spin with excitement.  “What should I do first?” I asked of all three.

“Get on your knees,” Jacobs said, moving closer to me, with his cock in his hand.  I lowered myself to my knees and Jacobs brought his rock hard penis to my lips.  I licked them and opened, willingly.  I heard him suck in a deep breath as my mouth plunged down over him.  He smelled of scented soap and my hand couldn’t help but caress my breast.  I felt my own hot juices pouring out of me now and couldn’t believe that I was actually going to fuck, and be fucked, by three men.  My mouth continued it’s dance over Jacobs shaft and I saw Bryce stroking his own cock.  I reached out with my other hand and began to fondle his balls, then moved my hand up so that I was the one stroking him now.

“Oh, fuck, CJ, that feels good,” he groaned.  I glanced around to see where Dixon was and noticed him on the other side of Jacobs.  Still sucking on his cock, I motioned with my hand for Dixon to bring himself where I could reach his dick.  The three of them were relatively close now and I began a musical cock number on all three.  I plunged my mouth over Dixon and heard a high-pitched moan come from him.  I continued to play with Bryce and after a few tongue licks with Dixon, switched over to fuck Bryce with my mouth.  I alternated between the three until Dixon grabbed my ass and shoved his hand inside my panties.  His finger found my dripping clit and he rubbed in earnest.  

“I want one of you inside me, I don’t care who,” I said, removing my panties and throwing them off to the side.

“Oh, not yet,” said Dixon, rearranging some item in the shed to make for a pallet on the floor.  “I’ve got to taste you.”  He lowered me onto the floor and spread my legs open.  Clutching my knees, he lowered his mouth on my pussy and drank up the juices.  I arched my head back and felt a cock slap my mouth.  I opened, unsure of who was in it, but not really caring either.  Dixon was finger fucking me, and licking me at the same time and I felt the first spasm come over me.  

“That’s it, baby, come all over me.”  I felt my pussy clenching over his fingers as he continued to move them in and out.

“My turn,” said Jacobs, making me realize that I was sucking on Bryce.  Only when I expected Jacobs’ mouth to cover my pussy, I instead felt his cock ram inside me.  I squelched a scream with Bryce’s cock and moved my hips to adjust to Jacobs’ rhythm.  Bryce shoved his dick deep down my throat and I felt like swallowing him.  He thrust it down my throat a few more times and then came on my face.  It took me by surprise, but it only helped lubricate myself even more.  

Bryce moved off to the side to recuperate and catch his breath while Dixon took his place.  “Wait,” I said, repositioning myself.  Flipping over to my knees, I began sucking on Dixon’s member, while Jacobs pumped my from behind.  Rocking my back and forth, I kept in rhythm with them both.  It was exhilarating to me and I began to play with my clit.  I felt Jacobs slid a wet finger in my ass and it almost made me cum.  He slid it in and out and soon he had two fingers fucking my ass.   The second he put both fingers all the way in, I came again, this time longer than the first.  I momentarily ignored Dixon and succumbed to the awesome feeling that swept over me.

“I’m getting in on the action, too,” Bryce piped in after a minute.  

“Ok,” Dixon said, standing up.  “Jacobs, you’re turn up here.”  Dixon moved to my rear and Jacobs moved around toward the front.  

“What about me?” asked Bryce.  

“You get her pussy, but lie down on the floor, let her ride you,” he directed, while massaging his cock.

Bryce went down on the floor and I gingerly mounted him.  He was the biggest of all three and my wet pussy was so ready for him.  I began to ride him up and down, then bent forward for Jacobs to stick his rod in my mouth.  Dixon slid his finger in my ass and massaged it gently.  I could feel my body glowing with anticipation, but wasn’t totally prepared when he slid his thick cock in my tight ass.  At once I realized that this was my ultimate fantasy.  I was being fucked in the cunt, and the ass, and had a pole in my mouth as well.  It didn’t take long for me to cum again, but the guys were holding off.  I figured that Bryce would be able to go a bit longer since he’d already cum once, but the other two had amazing stamina.  I heard Dixon softly moaning a few times as his dick went into my ass further and further with each thrust.

“You have such a fucking tight ass,” he said, increasing the pace of his thrusts.  “Fuck,” he said over and over.

“Oh, shit I’m gonna cum,” wailed Jacobs as he shot his wad in my mouth.  I gulped down his cum as it spasmed in my mouth.  I felt Dixon withdraw from my ass and felt his hot cum on my back.  I waited for Bryce, but he kept fucking me.  He grabbed my ass cheeks and continued to work me up and down over his shaft.  I could feel my own cum running down my legs as I slapped his balls with each downward motion.  Jacobs ran his hands down my chest and squeezed my nipples.  I gave a slight shriek and Bryce all but threw me off his cock as he came.  

“I’ve got to have one more taste,” said Dixon as he rolled me onto my back once more.  He brought his mouth down and sucked all the cum juice out of my pussy.  I put my head down and closed my eyes.  He finished licking me clean and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Bryce and Jacobs had both donned their shirts, but still had no underwear on.  I smiled at the sight and propped myself up on my elbows.  Dixon sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Jesus,” he said.  “That was incredible.”

“CJ, this is one surveillance I will never forget,” Bryce murmured.

“Surveillance!”  I shouted.  “Oh my God, we forgot to watch Mr. Porter!  What time is it?  Mrs. Porter should be coming out looking for us.”  I scrambled around to find my clothes, hoping my stockings weren’t in shreds.  The three guys were mostly rearranged and looked presentable.  As I was putting on my dress, I glanced out the window to see Mrs. Porter walking over to Mr. Porter who was standing alone by the back gate of the pool.  A short conversation took place, none of which we could hear, and I saw them embrace.  After a moment, they walked off hand in hand toward the house.

Bryce found a small shovel and used it to jar the door open.  As moonlight poured into the shed and we all gulped in the fresh air, Dixon said, “Looks like we’re not the only ones to get lucky tonight.”




Happy New Year



At eighteen you’re supposed to be an adult. I was eighteen when the incident that I want to describe to you happened, a few months away from leaving school and going to college. And I felt like an adult – until I looked in a mirror. Then I saw a reflection that didn’t seem to have changed for years. A short, skinny boy with blonde hair, glasses and a smooth hairless face.

At school I sat next to kids who were a foot taller, two feet wider and who shaved twice a day. My chances of being taken seriously by girls were slim to none and more than once I cried myself to sleep because of it. My cock was screaming at me that it wanted to fuck all day, every day. Instead all I had done in my life was French kiss two girls and masturbate – but I did masturbate a lot.

Actually I still masturbate a lot, even though women usually take me seriously now. But being eighteen was very different. Then, getting a hard on didn’t seem like an achievement. Then, having an erection meant my cock was vertical, not horizontal. Then, I didn’t stop and drift into sleep when I came, I just kept pumping and pumping away. My normal nightly standard had become six orgasms and ejaculations within five minutes or so before, panting and sweating, I gave up.

Don’t think that was easy, though. It needed a series of sexual fantasies of increasing perversity to get me through. Most were based around girls my own age from school. For orgasm number one I just had to visualise one of the prettier ones taking off her clothes. Then she would have to become submissive, kneeling naked in front of my exposed and hard cock and promising that I could do whatever I wanted to her (“Oh God Paul, please fuck me, I’ll do anything” – that sort of thing). Then - and for a while earlier in my youth I actually believed that I had invented the concept of fellatio – she would have to lick and kiss and suck my cock and my balls.

Three down, three to go. Next that night’s lucky girl would be joined by one of her friends, also naked, also kneeling, also totally compliant. Two sets of tits, lips, tongues and teeth for me to imagine as I came again, alone in bed grunting and with the sweat beading all over me, into the wad of soaking toilet tissue. And next the girls would kiss tenderly before collapsing to lie side by side, stiff nipples rubbing together, kissing and finger fucking each other while I wanked and came all over them.

By then I would have come five times in fewer minutes. But to get to number six – the sweetest and most satisfying one, the one that would let me relax and sleep – took something special. One of the girls would have to go and be replaced by someone more interesting – an older woman, and a very specific one at that.

At first it had been Mrs Delgado, one of my teachers from school. Then one of my mother’s friends, Carole somebody, although neither were really good looking enough for me. Then, one night with my teeth clenched, furiously stroking my way towards bliss, an image came into my head that had an instant and spectacular effect – my mother’s sister, my aunt Bonnie. There she was in my head, letting me come in her mouth as in my lonely bed I shook, groaned and came for the last time. The tissue was soaked, the sheets were soaked and I was soaked.

Let me tell you about my mother and aunt Bonnie. They didn’t really look like sisters. My mother – Jane - would have been in her early forties then, although everyone said she looked younger. She was tall and slim with blonde shoulder length hair. I knew some of my school friends fantasised about her and I knew she was a good looking woman by anyone’s standards. To this day my most vivid early childhood memories are of the times I saw her getting changed, or undressed, or the time she called me to fetch a towel for her when she was getting out of the bath.

Aunt Bonnie was five years younger, slim but not tall, with shorter dark hair. For years I hadn’t been able to spend any time in her company without getting a huge hard on. She had a wide, full and sexy mouth that I couldn’t help staring at, small but perky tits and big, smiling dark eyes that always made direct contact with mine in a way that I found disturbing and arousing. She wasn’t quite beautiful but she was very, very sexual and she enjoyed the effect that her flirting had on her adolescent nephew.

By the time I was eighteen both women were single. My mother left my father when I was fourteen and aunt Bonnie’s husband had died about a year after that. They’d both had admirers since but none that stuck around - I’d seen them both act like the worst sort of cock teasers when they felt like it. We would meet up with Bonnie once a month or so and every time she would look at me in that way and tease me about what a heartbreaker I was going to be until the only part of me that hadn’t turned to stammering teenage mush was my rock hard, dribbling cock. 

For a couple of years the fact that Bonnie was my aunt meant that I tried to keep her out of mind when I was wanking but once she broke through that was it – she was in my head every night, sometimes alone and sometimes with a girl from school, but always doing exactly what I wanted.

The night when things got real, and which shaped my sexual preferences for years to come, was new year’s eve. Aunt Bonnie had driven over to celebrate with us but I’d gone out to a party. That’s where I got my second French kiss, by the way, with a girl who was even more drunk than me and sat on my lap rubbing herself against my erection until she suddenly staggered off to throw up. I looked around and realised that everyone I knew had left the party so I set off home, still with a hard on and feeling pretty pleased with myself, and got there just before midnight.

I let myself in and there were my mother and aunt Bonnie, next to each other on the sofa. They were sitting very close, almost leaning against each other, and they both had drinks in their hands. They were dressed up even though they hadn’t been out – black cocktail dresses, red lips, crimson nails. The only light in the room came from about a dozen heavily scented candles, and the radio was playing some easy listening pap. As soon as they saw me the women started giggling like girls sharing a silly private joke. And for some reason, as soon as they did that my erection came back. I sat down fast in a big armchair opposite them.

“Paul!” my mother almost shouted “Are you drunk?”

There didn’t seem to be any point denying it. “Of course I am. Aren’t you?”

“No!” they said together, and started giggling again at how obvious their lie was. And that’s when aunt Bonnie started looking at me that way, her big dark eyes boring into mine as if she was laughing at me and daring me to do something about it. Back then if any young girl I knew had looked at me like that I probably would have taken it as an invitation to tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out on the spot. But this was aunt Bonnie, not one of the girls from school, and my mother was in the room watching us. 

My cock was now so stiff and sensitive that I seriously considered going to my room for five minutes to wank. Then aunt Bonnie spoke.

“Paul! We’ve missed you tonight - have you been out with your girlfriend?”

This was her little joke. “Actually auntie I still haven’t got a proper girlfriend.”

“Really?” she said, pretending to be surprised and staring at me wide-eyed, “That must be very frustrating for a boy your age. Don’t you think, Jane?” 

My mother blushed and half-punched aunt Bonnie on the arm. I was just considering the awful possibility that my mother had overheard my nightly masturbation sessions and hold told my aunt about them when Bonnie said “Get us another gin and tonic will you darling?”

I stood up without thinking, forgetting about my erection until I saw aunt Bonnie smirking at the large bulge in my jeans. My mother also noticed it, looked for a heartbeat longer than she needed to then looked away, blushing again. All I could do was get their drinks and sit down quickly. I thought about crossing my legs to hide the hard on, but then I thought “Fuck it – if she wants to look, let her look”.

Aunt Bonnie had shifted her gaze back to my eyes, though, as she and my mother raised their glasses to their lips. Then the radio played the sound of Big Ben striking midnight and things started to get very weird very quickly.

The first thing that happened was that my mother said “Happy new year” and kissed aunt Bonnie. I must have seen them kiss hello and goodbye a thousand times, but this one was different – my mother put one hand behind her sister’s head, another on her shoulder, and leaned in until they were hugging and their lips met. It was over in a second, but as they kissed they each made a little “Mmm” noise that, combined with the candlelight, the scent and the night’s alcohol intake, began to give everything a surreal feeling, as if I had stepped into a dream.

Then my mother stood up and walked unsteadily towards me. Her lips moved, but I don’t know what she said – probably “Happy new year” again. For some reason I stood up to meet her so that when she kissed me her body pressed against mine. I could feel her tits against my chest, and she must have felt my erection against her belly. Her lips were against mine, her arms were around my neck and she made the “Mmm” noise. I was starting to lose control, but didn’t know what she wanted me to do. I began to open my lips just as she pulled away. 

“I’m going to the bathroom” she said to me. “Wish your auntie a happy new year”.

My mother slipped past me in a waft of perfume and left me looking at aunt Bonnie sitting on the sofa. She was still smiling at me, but in a slightly different way – a bit less cocky, a bit more needy. “You heard her” she said, and patted the space on the sofa next to her.

I found myself sitting there, staring dumbly into my aunt’s mesmerising eyes, still not knowing what to do. It turned out that I didn’t have to do anything – she leaned into me, mumbling something like “Don’t worry Paul” and kissed me on the mouth. I felt her hand on my thigh (which I think actually made me gasp like a girl) and then I felt her tongue on my lips.

The sensations, and the dreamy eroticism of a forbidden fantasy coming true, were overpowering for a kid like me. All I could do was open my mouth and let my aunt kiss me in the way she wanted, playing with my tongue and my lips. Her hand began to creep up my thigh and when her fingertips finally made delicate contact with the denim stretched tightly over my poor throbbing cock the thrill was electric – I bucked and had to concentrate to stop myself coming into my shorts.

Then I heard the toilet flush, and a moment later my mother’s high-heeled footsteps clicking down the hallway towards us. I expected aunt Bonnie to pull away from me instantly but instead she pressed her mouth harder against mine, leaving it until the last possible second to disentangle herself and lean back. 

I couldn’t believe my mother hadn’t seen anything but she just headed straight for the vacant spot on the sofa. I now had my mother to my right and aunt Bonnie to my left.

“Well?” asked my mother “did Paul wish you a happy new year nicely?”

“No he didn’t Jane” pouted Bonnie “he wouldn’t give his auntie a proper kiss.” What the hell was she saying?

“Paul!” my mother mock-scolded “How rude. Give your auntie Bonnie a proper kiss now.”

This time my aunt just sat back and waited for me. My head was a mess – all I could think of was the sensation of my aunt’s tongue and fingers and how much I needed to feel them again. I mumbled “Happy new year auntie Bonnie” and pecked her on the cheek.

Bonnie giggled, slightly hysterically I thought, and gave my mother a questioning look. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry, but I didn’t really know why. “Hopeless” my mother said “You’ll never get a girlfriend if you’re that shy. Show him how it’s done Bonnie.”

Then Bonnie was on top of me again, kissing me with the same teasing passion as she had the first time, her hand on my thigh a millimetre below my balls. I couldn’t stop myself groaning with pure animal lust. There wasn’t a sensible thought left in my head. All I wanted was more of what my aunt was giving me, and if my mother didn’t like it that was tough.

But my mother did nothing. After what might have been a minute or so Bonnie stopped and looked breathlessly at her (which was more than I dared to do). All my mother said was “Good. Now do it again.”

That seemed to flick a switch inside aunt Bonnie. She forgot all about teasing and just tried to bury her tongue as far inside my head as it could go. She rubbed her body against mine and I tried to respond, getting a hand onto a stockinged thigh where her dress had ridden up. Then she did what I had been desperate for her to do – she put her hand on my stiff, weeping cock and stroked it through my jeans.

I was helpless. My hands flopped to my sides, which meant that my right hand came to rest on my mother’s silky left thigh. Neither of us tried to move it – in fact my mother had been virtually motionless throughout the performance unfolding inches away from her. I lay back open-mouthed as aunt Bonnie licked my neck and massaged my balls and cock.

Then my mother spoke again. “For God’s sake Bonnie. If you’re going to do it, get on with it. The poor boy’s going to explode.”

My aunt didn’t stop what she was doing but mumbled “OK Jane” into my neck. Her busy hand found the top button of my jeans and undid it. She found the zip and pulled it down, and then slipped her cool slim fingers inside my shorts and pulled out my seriously over-excited cock. Again I moaned, bucked and tried to thrust against her hand. She just stroked the end of her long fingernails along the underside and gently scratched my balls. Then without warning she shifted position, bent down her head and sucked nearly the full length of my cock into her warm, wet, soft mouth.

The feeling was indescribable. Even now no-one has ever given me a better blow job than my aunt Bonnie did all those years ago. For one thing she actually sucked it, which a lot of women forget to do. She applied just the right amount of pressure with her lips and tongue. And she made appreciative little grunts and noises as she worked – until that moment I don’t think I believed that any woman would ever really take my cock into her mouth at all, never mind enjoy it. 

I could feel my orgasm building instantly. Lost in this state of ecstasy I had almost forgotten about my mother sitting watching us, but then she moved and my hand fell away from her thigh. For a moment I panicked – I certainly didn’t want her trying to put a stop to what was happening but for some reason I didn’t want her to leave either. My eyes were shut and I didn’t dare open them to look, but then my mother settled down again and I realised what she had been doing – adjusting herself so she could get a better view of her little sister’s mouth bobbing around her son’s erect penis.

That was going to be enough to send me over the edge. I was just going to announce this to my aunt when she lifted her head away from my cock and said “Oh Jesus. That’s nice.”

Now I had to open my eyes to see what she was talking about. She was staring transfixed at my right hand which, having left my mother’s leg, had made its own way to my balls and was languidly stroking them. I suppose in those days it was my automatic reaction to sexual arousal, but I was sure Bonnie would laugh or tell me off. A little girly giggle from my mother didn’t help. I moved my hand away and for the first time since I’d arrived home my erection began to subside.

“No baby, don’t stop. It looks lovely.” Aunt Bonnie sounded genuinely upset. She looked up at me with big pleading eyes. “Do it for your auntie Bonnie. Please”. She moved my hand back to my cock and rubbed it up and down the shaft. Despite my embarrassment my hard on was returning to full strength. This was so weird, but I was still being swept along by the surreal wet dream-like quality of everything that was happening. 

Bonnie took her hand away but mine kept slowly working up and down. It began to feel good knowing I was being watched. My aunt looked hypnotised by the movement and even my mother made a funny little contented sound and stirred in her seat. Aunt Bonnie bent down again and licked my fingers as they wrapped around my cock. “I’ll make you a promise” she whispered with a little smile. “If you make yourself come now, I’ll make you come in my mouth afterwards.”

That was good enough for me. I leant back and looked down. My cock was wet and slippery from my aunt’s tongue, and glistened in the candlelight. Aunt Bonnie pulled my shorts and jeans all the way down to my ankles. My mother pulled my shirt off over my head, saying something about how we didn’t want to get it dirty. Now I was naked in front of two fully-clothed women, and somehow that made my head swim even more.

Bonnie rested her head on my stomach so that she could watch me masturbate from very close range. I still didn’t dare look at my mother so I closed my eyes again. 

I tried to put on a good show for my aunt. I took my time, stroking myself gently the way I sometimes liked to when I was alone. From her ragged breathing and muttered words of encouragement I knew she appreciated it, but I couldn’t stand it for more than a few minutes. I was desperate to come. My hand moved faster and more firmly. My back arched, I moaned, growled and was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm I had ever had. The cum went everywhere – I felt some land on my face and glasses, a lot went on the couch, some got on aunt Bonnie and some must have hit my mother. 

Despite the incredible pleasure I couldn’t help feeling ashamed (and now I think that maybe the shame was part of the pleasure). “I’m sorry about the mess” I said, but then my mother and aunt were both covering my face in soft kisses, telling me that it was all right and how beautiful I looked when I came. My mother had a tissue and was trying to clean me up, making me feel like a child again. 

I relaxed and might even have drifted into sleep except for two things. First my cock was still as hard as it had been all night. And second, my aunt was now on her knees in front of me, her tongue trailing down my stomach towards it. She wanted to keep her promise.

The feeling when Bonnie’s tongue met my super-sensitive, post-orgasmic cock almost made me pass out. I must have tried to thrust into her mouth because I could just about hear someone – it must have been my mother – telling me not to. All I could do was writhe in true ecstasy, babbling incoherently as my aunt slobbered and sucked and grunted, and my mother stroked my hair and whispered that it was all right, not to worry, that I could just come whenever I wanted to. 

When the moment arrived and I grabbed Bonnie’s head with both hands just to make absolutely sure she stuck to her word, I finally opened my eyes and looked at my mother sitting next to me. She didn’t notice – she was staring down at her sister and what she was doing to me, the tip of a finger between her teeth. I closed my eyes again and for the second time that night had an orgasm that felt like every other orgasm that I’d ever had put together. My whole body quivered and I pumped waves of cum deep into my aunt’s throat. She swallowed uncomplainingly then kept my cock in my mouth, sucking it dry as it gradually shrank and subsided. 

Finally my aunt sighed, slipped my limp cock out of her mouth and sat back next to me on the sofa. She had one last little surprise for me – she whispered “Thank you” into my ear before resting her head on my chest. My breathing and heart rate slowed back to normal. No-one said anything.

It was my mother who broke the silence, and the tension. “Anyone else need a drink?”. She came back with two strong gin and tonics and a beer. “Now young man” she said, poking me in the arm “First of all pull your pants up”. I’d forgotten about that. I did what I was told.




Happy New Year



“Secondly, say a big thank you to your auntie Bonnie. I don’t know why she cares so much about your psychological well being but you’re a very lucky boy”. I agreed that I was lucky and said thank you nicely. My aunt just smiled and waved her hand.

“Finally. Listen carefully. If you don’t get silly, and if you’re good to your auntie and me, there just might be some more where that came from. Just don’t go thinking you’ve got a right to it, and whatever you do tell absolutely no-one. Do we understand each other?”

I nodded, dumbfounded. “Good. Now go to bed. I need to talk to your auntie.”

I lay in bed struggling to hear what they were saying. I couldn’t hear the words, but every now and again one of them would burst out laughing. I decided that was a good sign.

My head was slowly unscrambling and the power of rational thought was returning. I already felt about an inch taller but for the first time the word “incest” popped into my head. After a couple more seconds I smiled. My hand reached for my cock as I tried to replay the night’s events in my head, but instead I fell into a deep sleep almost straight away. Which was just as well – I was going to need my rest…



Happy New Year



I was anxious about Brian’s New Year’s eve bash. I had only know him for two weeks, but knew since the day I set eyes on him that I wanted to fuck him hard. His beautiful eyes were green, which looked incredibly sexy against his jet black hair. Who wouldn’t want a 6'2" man with the body of god?

When he invited me I did not know what to say. I knew that if I went I’d probably get drunk and who knows what would happen? When he specified that I wasn’t just an invitee, I was his date, I couldn’t turn him down.

“What should I wear tonight, Patty?”

“I am going to pick your outfit for you. It is going to have “FUCK ME” written all over it” was her response.

I giggle and I don my front -hooking bra with black and pink lace and matching black undies. The shirt is a tight, low cut, button down crimson number followed by an itsy-bitsy black miniskirt.

“This outfit doesn’t say “FUCK ME” it says “easy access”“ I joke to Patty.

“You’ve got to flaunt what you’ve got!” was her response.

She is right, my breasts are ample, not everyone had natural DDDs. And all those years of running paid off because my legs are hot. I’m ready to go.

I drive over to Brian’s. He greets me at the door with a glass of champagne. He then pulls me close and kisses me hard. As we pull away I ask “Does everyone get greeted like this?

“Only the women who look sexy enough to do this to me with one glance” he replies and pushes his raging boner into my crotch. I reach down and squeeze it. “Maybe I can take care of that later.” I reply.

I go inside and mingle with some of our mutual friends. My pussy gets wet as I think of Brian’s hardon. It felt so big. If only our clothes were not between us. Every so often Brian comes over to me. He’ll grab my ass or slip his hand under my skirt. I am so excited I bet my nipples are sticking straight out. I’m so hot for him.

One of his friends shows up and he has to leave me. As he talks to him, he looks over to me. I lick my lips seductively, brush my hand against my breasts, or touch my pussy. I giggle as I see his boner grow and him try to conceal it. He walks away and I lose sight of him.

I sit there drinking more champagne when I feel someone behind me. Before I can turn to look there is a hand over my eyes, a hand down my shirt and a steel cock touching my back. I moan softly as he tells me to walk with him.

I am led into a closet. No words are said, we just start making out. I unbutton his pants and take out his cock. He moans into my mouth. I slide my hand around it a few times, then I grab his balls. He moans again, then takes his lips from mine.  He takes off my panties and smells them. I then feel his hand back on my breast and in the dark I again find his lips.

His hands are on my hips as he takes one of my legs and lifts it. There is a shelf where he places my foot. Now my pussy is wide open and dripping wet. He teases me and runs his finger along my slit a few times, touching my clit once and then dipping them inside. I moan and lean against him, my legs going weak. He removes his hand and I feel his cock at my entry way.

“Oh baby, give it to me!” I moan.

He slowly guides his cock into my pussy with his hand. Once it is all the way in he stops. In an altered voice I hear him say “cum with me”

He starts thrusting into me. Slowly at first, until I want more and I thrust back. We start moving against each other to make the impact deeper and harder. I lean back and moan softly. It is then silent except for the squishing noises of his dick and my sopping wet pussy.

I feel his lips on mine. We kiss as we start humping harder and harder. He whispers “Im going to cum” and reaches down and touches my clit.

Our bodies quiver as I feel his hot lava enter me. I collapse against him.

In a few minutes he starts moving and says “wait in here five minutes” He then shoves his cock back into his pants and leaves.

I put my panties on, pull my skirt down and fix my appearance. I then leave the closet.

Moments later Brian comes up to me.

“Hey, there you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!”

I am puzzled. I thought it was him in the closet. He pulls me close and kisses me. When I feel his dick against me I KNOW it could not have been him. I look around. My incredibly hot friend Kyle, who I always joke with about wanting to fuck, catches my eye and winks. That sly son of a bitch. What the hell, he was a good fuck.

I sit on Brian’s lap as we talk to the others on the couches. I try not to squirm because I know with every movement his cock gets harder and harder.

“It is almost midnight, let’s turn the t.v. on!” someone yells. 

We all stand up in front of the tv. I lean against Brian, my ass digging into the rock between his legs, concealing it from everyone and making me very, very wet.

“There goes the ball!” 10! 9! I turn around and face him 8! 7! “Im glad to be here with you” he says. 6! 5! “Me too” I reply 4! 3! “Once I get all of these people out of my house, I can’t wait to fuck you” 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I kiss him hard. We all yell and celebrate. After it is all over, people start leaving. Now I am attached to Brian’s hip... waiting to do him.

Finally at 2:15 the last couple leaves. Brian turns to me and says “Oh my goddess, you look so amazing in that outfit tonight”

We kiss hard. I lead him over the a chair.  I break the kiss only to take his shirt off. I then unbutton his pants and push them down to his ankles. In front of me is his beautiful dick, only covered my his boxers. I suck on part of it, his boxers still between my tongue and his dick. I hear moans. I knew he’d like that.

I take off the boxers and sit him down. I turn around and bend over, taking my panties off and giving him a view. I ease down onto his cock. I sit there and make out with him, neither of us yet thrusting. He pulls away and looks at me. 

“I want to worship your breasts” he says. He starts kissing me again and unbuttons my shirt at the same time. We throw that off. He licks and sucks the tops of my mounds of flesh that are not covered by my bra. He then un hooks the clasp and they pop out and we get rid of the bra.

He sucks my nipples and I moan in ecstacy. “OOOOhhhhhh Brian” He sucks harder and even bites my nipple. That really gets me going.

“It makes me really hot to fuck you with your skirt on” Brian tells me. He starts moving his hips a little. I take the hint and start bobbing up and down. Slowly at first. While he sucks my breasts. 

“MMMMMMMMmmmm I love it when you bite” 

I start moving up and down faster and faster. Brian leans his head back. He pushes his hips up as I come down.

“OOOOOOOOHhhhhh you are SO hot” Biran tells me.

My breasts bounce because I am moving so fast and thrusting so hard. He reaches up and roughly handles my tits.

“Brian! Brian! I am so close!”

He puts his hands on my hips, forcing my harder. I reach back and grab his balls.

“Im cumming!: Brian sccreams

I lean forward and his shaft grazes my hard clit.

“Oh Oh Oh Oh Brian Brian Oh Oh” I cum as his hips thrust hard and I feel his hot cum inside me. He grabs my breasts hard and I cum.

“That was amazing!” Brian pants.

“I’m glad you invited me” I respond. “Happy New Year!”



Happy New Year



Jace Goodwin was on his knees at the side of the bed praying to God. Praying that God would forgive him for the mortal sin that he was soon to commit. One that would more than likely earn him a place in Hell.

Jace was a man who had reached the end of his rope. His life was in the shitter. No job, not even a prospect, no money and worst of all a life without his wife . Of course his wife had been gone in all but name for a long while. But soon even that would be gone. He had listened, earlier today, to the message on the answering machine from his wife's attorneys office telling her that the divorce papers were ready to be served after the 1st.

It wasn't even like this was a surprise. He had seen it coming for awhile. She had become more and more distant over the last six months. She quit making excuses for her late hours and weekends away from home. She just came and went as she pleased with no explanations. He had been sure that there was another man in the picture.

Last night had removed all doubt. She brought him home. Jace saw them on the sofa making out like two teenagers. He heard them climb the stairs to the master bedroom that he had once shared with his wife, but not in over a year.

By rights he should have taken his .38 caliber pistol and kill both of them. But he knew that a lot of their problems were caused by him. His inability to get a job, his lack of education and mostly by his inaptitude in bed. Yeah, a lot of it was his fault, and he didn't need another mortal sin to add to the one he was soon to commit. The only way out. Suicide. 

Jace had given it a lot of thought. It would end all of his earthly problems. The pain. The embarrassment. The shame. It would also save his wife the expense of a divorce. It was time for it to end. He had decided that he would ring in the new year and the end of his life at the same time.

Yeah, Happy New Year.

Across town his wife was at her mothers house. She had come to see her grandmother who was visiting for the holidays. Her Granny was her favorite person in the world. Granny had been her biggest supporter all her life.

But lately she had noticed a cooling of her attitude toward her. She had a good idea what it was about. Jace, her soon to be ex husband. 

Granny had always thought the sun rose and set in Jace. She didn't understand what a liability he had become to the advancement of her career. Now Steve her now ex admirer was a different story. Tall, handsome, well educated, well dressed and gainfully employed. All the things Jace wasn't.

A small voice in the back of her mind said, "Yeah, but will he support your hopes and dreams and stand beside you during the bad times like Jace did." 

She also had a guilty conscience about last night. She never meant for Steve to kiss her, not even considering making love to him in her bed. She had been slightly drunk, celebrating her latest victory in court. Steve had come in to pick up a case file and managed to talk her into a drink and things had gone from there. As soon as she got her mind back she had kicked him out of the bed, her room and the house and told him never to come back.

She hoped that Jace hadn't seen or heard anything. She had not had sex in any way with anyone but him, even though she knew Jace thought she had. She couldn't bring herself to violate her wedding vows in that way.

Her grandmothers first question was, "Where's Jace?" she asked

"At home I guess. We don't go out together anymore." She said

"He's your husband. You should be together." Stated Granny

She sighed. She hoped to get through the Holidays without telling her family about the divorce. Oh well."

"Not much longer. He'll get served the divorce papers after the first. He'll have to find someone else to live off of. I'm through with him. He's useless. No help with my career at all. More of a liability." She said in a haughty tone of voice.

Her granny suprised her. She rose from her chair and slapped her granddaughter across the mouth. "You little bitch! How dare you talk about Jace that way! If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have a career!"

"I worked for everything I have." She answered in a stunned tone

"That's crap and you know it. How about when Jace worked two jobs to get you through law school so you didn't have to work. To give you more time to study. How about the extra odd jobs he took to buy you the things you wanted. Went days without sleep so his wife wouldn't do without." Granny said

"But***." She tried to get out an excuse. But her mother cut her off. 

"I never thought the day would come when I would be ashamed of my daughter. But I am now. All the days he supported you and your dreams, while leaving his behind. And now you treat him like this." Mother said shaking her head.

'What dreams?" she snickered. "He doesn't have any. That's the problem. No ambition at all."

"You really are a self centered little Bitch. He had a full scholarship to Georgia Tech to study engineering. But he gave it up to help you reach your dreams. He never told you because he didn't want you to feel guilty. Little chance of that. Your so full of yourself that no one else matters. He worked that awful demeaning job for you." Granny shook her head

Her mother said, "All things considered, I guess the rumors are true then. I've heard that you've been seeing other men. Talk is all over town. Several folks have seen you including Jace's sister. When she told him he went ballistic and now they aren't speaking." 

Granny slowly got of her chair and headed for the bedroom. She turned and looked at the granddaughter that had once been her pride and joy. "Don't ever speak to me again. Just pretend I'm dead. I have no time for a heartless shrew like you. Some one as shallow, self centered and unfeeling can't be any relation to me." She turned and walked away.

She looked at her mother in shock. Tears came to her eyes. "I'm so sorry Mom. I guess I let my career go to my head. Making partner became the most important thing to me. I haven't had sex with anyone but Jace in my life. I swear. I've gone out some but most of it was business related." She started to cry.

Her mom taking pity on her, pulled her into her arms, hugging her tight. "Honey, I know the truth hurts but you have gotten to big for your britches. And worst of all is how you have been treating Jace. I don't know if he told you, but his mother suffered from severe depression. She committed suicide after she found out his father was having an affair. On New Years Eve. Right at midnight. I think part of Jace's problems may be medical not motivational." 

A look of horror crossed her face. She realized all the signs were there and she had ignored them. And last night she was sure she had seen Jace at the top of the stairs. Another thought struck her, the attorneys office had reached her on her cell about the papers. The paralegal said she had left a message on her home answering machine also. That means that Jace might have heard it. Oh God. What had she done?

She looked at her watch. It was 10:30. She had enough time to make it by twelve if she hurried.

"Mom I've got to get home. Jace may be trying to follow his mothers example. Tell Granny I'm sorry. I'm going to try to make it up to Jace if he'll let me." She kissed her mom and hit the door running.

Looking at the sky, she prayed, "God please let me get there in time."

Jace looked at the clock. 11:30. 30 more minutes to go. He closed his eyes. "I'll see you soon Mama. I understand now."

He had always held his mother's suicide against her. Blaming her for leaving him alone with an absent father more interested in his new wife and later on his new children. He had little time for his oldest child, a remainder of his first marriage and the subconscious guilt over his sons mother's suicide. But now Jace understood his mother's feelings as he watched his dreams slip away. The one he love the most in the world go on without him.

Jace remembered the happy times with his wife. The joy of new love. The pride in the fact that a sexy beautiful woman choose him to marry. The nights and days of wild sex. The joys of being together. The pride of seeing her graduate with honors from law school.

But that was the beginning of the end, soon the hours of work. The billable hours she was expected to produce. The nights he spent alone. The weekends alone. The business meetings she had to attend. The growing chasm between them.

Then he lost his job. It wasn't much of a job, but it did bring in some money. Then the blood pressure problems, the headaches, the peputial fatigue then the feeling of despair. Then the last straw, the loss of sexual function.

Soon they were sleeping in separate bedrooms, living separate lives. He was unable to stop the decline of their relationship. His wife didn't seem to care.

Jace checked the clock again, 11:50. Ten more minutes to the New Year. Ten more minutes and his pain would be over. He picked up the pistol from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

He wrapped a towel around his head as he sat in the shower stall. He figured this would be the easiest place to clean. He placed the fluffy pillow behind his head. Damn he forgot to turn on the television so he could do it as the ball dropped in Times Square. 

Groaning he got up and walked to the living room, carrying the gun in his hand, to cut the television up and the surround sound on. As he started back to the shower, he heard the lock click on the back door.

Who in the hell was that, He sure didn't need a visitor now. To his suprise it was his wife Libby.

It was hard to tell who was the most suprised. They stared at each other for a minute, both speechless.

Libby looked at her husband of ten years. He was dressed in old running shorts with a wet seat, unshaven and a towel wrapped around his head and his pistol in his hand. My God. She had been right.

"Jace", she said as she walked toward him, "Give me the gun, Baby. Please."

"Why? I'm just saving you time and effort. When I'm dead, you won't have to file for divorce. Then you and your lover can be together. Of course my presence didn't stop you last night. You made out like teenagers on a sofa I bought, then you fucked on a bed I bought, in a house I made the payments on for six years." Said Jace in a calm voice

"Please Jace. We didn't have sex. I was drunk last night and lost my head. When I realized what was happening I kicked him out of the house. I have only had sex with one person. You. I don't care what anyone else told you. I know I've been a bitch and treated you like shit. I'm sorry. If you let me I'll make it up to you. If it takes my whole life, I swear." She said with tears in her eyes.

"Why this sudden change of heart?" he asked

"Granny and then my Mom." She answered

A slight smile on his lips, "Two of my most favorite women in the world. If I was going to be here for the divorce, I'd fight for custody of them. Both are great ladies." he said

"Well Granny slapped me in the mouth when I bad mouthed you. Then she told me some home truths that I had conveniently forgotten. Then Granny said she never wanted to talk to me again, to consider her dead. Then Mom said that she was ashamed I was her daughter."

"After I burst into tears, Mom told me about your mother and her depression and suicide. I realized after what you saw last night and the phone message from the lawyers office, what you might have planned. So I drove like a maniac to get here before midnight." Libby explained

Shrugging his shoulders, Jace said. "I guess your in time to watch if you want. I only have a minute to get in the shower. Have a good life." He then turned and headed for the bathroom.

Libby ran after him, snatching the gun from his hand. "Oh no you don't sucker! I almost got killed 12 times driving over here to keep you from doing this shit. I'm not about to fail." She hollered at him, her green eyes blazing.

He looked at her somewhat shocked by her rage and her snatching the pistol out of his hand. He was about to cuss her out when the ball dropped in Times Square ushering in the New Year.

"Oh well. Too late. I guess you have to wait till next year. That gives us a year to work on our lives together." She smirked at him.

"What is your problem?" he asked. " Just because you need to kiss up to Granny and mother to get back in their good graces, don't think I'm fooled. There is some way this will help your precious career. Maybe a husband who commits suicide is considered a black mark on your permanent record. I'm sorry, I do not trust you. At all."

Libby looked at him with tears in her eyes. Damn. She hadn't realized or even cared how much she had hurt him. Maybe there was no future for them. But she was determined to help him whether he wanted it or not. No matter what it cost her.

"Look Jace, I understand that you have no reason to believe me, but I mean what I say. Just give me a chance to prove myself. You don't have anything to lose. Please for the sake of what we once had let me try. Please."

"Yeah right. The checks in the mail too." He answered "Look, I don't understand what the deal is here. I don't really give a shit either. If you suddenly got religion or whatever, It's too late. What we had is long gone. You killed it."

He took a deep breath and went on. "I don't love you anymore. I haven't for at least six months. Maybe longer. The Libby I loved and married is long gone. Some corporate drone took her place. Her career is her god. Family, friends especially her husband mean nothing."

"The Libby I loved cared about others feelings, how her words and actions affected them. You don't care. The word is out all over town about you seeing other men. Did you care what that did to me, to my pride. Having all your friends either laughing at you behind your back or feeling sorry for you. Try it sometime."

"Jace I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you. It's true I didn't think about your feelings. I let my career take control of my life. But I don't want to lose you. Please give me a chance to make it right. Please." She said as she fell to her knees at his feet, tears falling from her eyes like the falls.

Jace was undecided. Was this some new trick to humiliate him further? Or was she really sorry? Despite what he just said he still loved Libby. She was the only woman he had ever loved. But did he dare take a chance on her? What she said was true. He really didn't have anything to lose.

"Get up Libby." He said pulling her to her feet. 

She looked at him through her tear soaked lashes. "Please Jace. Give me a chance. Please?"

"Okay Libby. Let's sit on the sofa and talk." As they moved to the sofa and sat down.

"Now let me get this straight, You didn't screw that guy in my bed last night? But you were making out with him on the sofa. I saw his hand up your dress. I also saw the two of you go up the stairs and heard the door slam. I left the house after that and didn't come back until much later. But his car gone. So what you say could be true. But why were you kissing him instead of me?"

Libby looked him in the eye. "Jace I have many faults, I admit it. But being a liar is not one of them. You know that for a fact. I would never lie about something this important. I could never be with another man while I was still married to you. I have never had sex with anyone but you. You know I was a virgin when we made love the first time. No one but you. Ever."

"Last night I was drunk. I let Steve in so he could pick up a case file I was working on. We got to talking and had another drink. I let him take advantage of me. But once I realized where I was and what was happening, I kicked him out. I told him I never wanted to see him again unless it was business related and then only in the office."

"But you have been seeing him outside of work?" Jace asked

"Yes, I have. I'm not proud of that, but yes I have. I was lonely. I know that's no excuse, but that's the truth." She said with tears in her eyes. 

"Your right Libby. That is no excuse. But if we're being honest here, I haven't been much company. I seem to spend all my wallowing in self pity and feeling sorry for myself. I know it gets old after awhile. But I sometimes can't seem to stop it." He admitted

"Honey, that's part of the illness. You have depression. You need to be treated by a doctor and put on anti-depressants. I never bothered to pay attention before. You have all the signs and symptoms. I'm just sorry I had a one track mind about my career and never noticed. Again I'm sorry." She said

"My mother suffered from depression. I wonder if it's hereditary?" he wondered aloud

"Oh Shit." Jace said with a strange look on his face. "I was about to do the same thing that my mother did. At the same time of the year. Except she overdosed on sleeping pills. Oh shit!"

Libby looked at him with a look of concern on her face. "My mother told me about your mom. I realized that between you thinking I slept with Steve and the message about the divorce papers and your deep depression that suicide was a real possibility. That's why I drove like a manic to get here before midnight. I was scared that I'd lose you forever without you knowing how sorry I am for how I've acted and how much I still love you."

"Libby, how did things get so screwed up? I lied a minute ago when I said I didn't love you anymore. I still love you with all my heart. Losing you was the end of life. I had nothing to live for."

"Oh Jace." She said as she threw herself into his lap. "Baby I love you so much. Please give me a chance to prove it."

"Like you said, What do I have to lose? If your willing, I'm willing." He said smiling

She moved to kiss him but he pushed her away. 

Libby's eyes again filled with tears thinking he was rejecting her.

Reading her look, Jace said, "No baby, I want to kiss you, but I stink. My personal hygiene has gone down the toilet along with everything else. Let me wash and brush my teeth. Then I'm gonna kiss your face off. Okay?"

"Want some help washing your rubber ducky?" she asked with a smile 

Jace felt something in the lower part of his anatomy that he hadn't felt in months. The first sign of an aurosal.

"Oh hell yeah. Lets go." He said grabbing her hand heading for the bathroom off his room downstairs. 

"Stop. Let's get in the whirlpool tub. Good for stiff muscles and other stiff things." She said with a impish smile. "You get the tub ready and I'll get us some wine."

Looking somewhat shocked at being invited into the master suite after all these months, Jace nodded his agreement and headed for the stairs.

Stopping on her way to the refrigerator, Libby cast her eyes skyward. In a quiet whisper she said " Thank you God for letting me be in time. And thanks for giving me family wise enough set me straight. I swear to you, I'll do all I can to Love and Cherish Jace the way he deserves. You can hold me to it. Thanks again God."After getting the chilled wine and two glasses she climbed the stairs to be with the man that held her heart in his hands.

EPILOGUE

Libby looked at her husband Jace as he played with their 18 month old daughter. She had brought so much joy and love into their lives. Clara had added a new reason for them to make their marriage work, beside the love that they had for each other.

She had been conceived in the tub that New Years Morning. Both of them had forgotten about protection. She and Jace had found a new level of love and understanding. They had washed each other in that big tub filled with bubbles. Then spent hours making love in all the old ways and some new ones. The floor had been awash with water, bubbles and wet clothes. But it was worth it, even having to fix the wet spot on the ceiling downstairs caused by all that water.




Happy New Year



That morning had been the start of a new relationship. Love, understanding and respect were the ground rules. It had not been an easy journey and not without costs.

Jace was now under doctors care and on a strict diet and exercise program and on antidepressants. He had gone back to school and was working on his engineering degree. He worked part time as engineering assistant.

Libby had taken herself off the fast track. She went to work for a small family owned firm. The pay was less but the hours more manageable. She sometimes missed her fast paced job, but wouldn't trade her new life for anything.

It had taken awhile for her to return to her Granny's good graces. But when she announced she had left her job at the big firm and was pregnant that finished breaking the ice. Plus the love in her eyes when she looked at her husband.

Her life had turned out different from the way she had dreamed, but she wouldn't trade her improved life for anything.

Especially when she told Jace that she was pregnant again.

Life was good. Very good.

AUTHORS NOTE: I KNOW THIS IS NOT MY USUAL TYPE OF STORY, BUT IT CAME TO ME THE OTHER NIGHT. AS A PERSON WHO SUFFERS FROM DEPRESSION, I KNOW HOW EASY IT CAN BE TO SLIP OVER THE EDGE. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT SHOW ANY OF THE SYMPTOMS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY PLEASE GET HELP. 

Happy holidays to all!  



Happy New Year



This story contains different combinations of heterosexual and homosexual activity. If you don't approve of one or either, please stop now.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. Please do not redistribute or reuse this story without the author's consent.

This is a sequel to "Under the Mistletoe."

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"Yeah? Really? Sounds interesting, Mom." Vic was lying on his back listening to his mother drone on about how fabulous their European vacation was going. They had taken off in the weeks before Christmas and had decided to stay into the New Year. He remembered having a similar conversation before they left, but doesn't remember that talk as being nearly as pleasant. It wasn't pleasant because of the conversation, but rather because his new friend Jack was giving him a blowjob the entire time. 

Just a few days earlier, he had given in to his bisexual inclinations with the young man now noisily slurping his beef-stick. He was amazed how lucky he was to have found such a partner for his first foray into male/male sex. Jack would be considered a catch for any many or woman; long, jet-black hair, high almost elfish cheekbones, pale-blue eyes, full lips, and a body reminiscent of Greek sculptures. And that cock! Nine inches of smooth, hot delight, and a perfectly shaved pair of heavy balls to match. Vic was no slouch himself. Short blonde blond hair with a broad athletic chest and muscular arms and legs, at 19 years of age he was the textbook example of the all-American quarterback. Except that he was sexually involved at the moment with another man who would be more at home in a goth club or attending a 'Vampire: The Masquerade' role-playing session. While Vic preferred denim, Jack was into leather. Almost all his clothes were black, and he even periodically wore black lip color. He was wearing it now, as his lips worked their way up and down Jack's eight-inch cock. 

The same day he and Jack had engaged in sexual activity together, their two friends, Angela and Dawn, had come over and an orgy of almost Roman proportions had commenced. Angela was a black girl, about 21 years old, who was studying to be a lawyer. She tended to dress very conservatively, but Vic new she had a beautiful body. She had generous curves in all the right places, with a full, round butt and 36-DD breasts. She was probably the smartest of the crew, but she wasn't arrogant about it, which made her a lot of fun to be around. Dawn, on the other hand, was a small girl of Irish descent. If you were just looking casually, it might be hard to tell she was a girl at all. She always wore overalls that were a size too big and a baggy shirt, with heavy wool cap pulled down over her blazing-red hair. But seeing her in a sexual frenzy would make any doubts vanish; she was all woman. Whereas Angela was all soft curves, Dawn was a tight bundle of muscle. Small breasts that conveniently fit in your hands and a butt you could bounce a quarter off of, she was built to go the distance. And she was covered head-to-toe with freckles, and she blushed ever so cutely whenever someone pointed them out. 

Although the boys had paired off mostly with each other for the last several days and the girls were sleeping together, any time more than one of them were in the same room was a good reason for sex to occur. Jack had banged Angela once in the back of Vic's car when they were all on their way to a movie, while Vic and Dawn had gotten in on in the storage room at the homeless shelter where they had all met (and continued to work at in their spare time). But now, it was just him and Jack.

"Sure mom. I'll talk to you later. Say 'hi' to dad for me." No sooner did he hang up the phone than the pressure that had been building in his balls finally was too much to stand and he erupted in Jack's mouth. Some of his seed spilled out of Jack's mouth, but most of it got swallowed. "You were trying to make me cum while I was on the phone, weren't you?"

"Always! I love watching you try to control your voice when you're getting a hummer!" He looked up at the clock. "Shit, we better get going. The store closes in an hour, and I want to find a cool outfit."

What Jack was referring to was buying an outfit for the New Year's Eve Costume Ball that was put on by one of the local fraternities. Being a football player, he was expected to attend, but he didn't mind. He had attended the one last year and had actually enjoyed himself, so he scored invitations for Jack, Dawn and Angela. They hadn't gotten around to getting costumes yet, so they were all meeting at a retro clothing and costume store. Their collective plan was to go as characters from old movies, but that was as much thought as they had put into it.

"We have like two hours!" He wanted to lounge in bed for a little longer, though he enjoyed watching Jack slide into his leather pants. He really had a nice ass! Vic crawled out of bed and Jack tossed him his clothes. 

"Yeah, but we're shopping with Angela and Dawn. Remember how Dawn shops."

"Oh yeah." Dawn didn't talk much, but she fucked and shopped like a wild woman. They had taken her to a Target store the day after Christmas to get her a new pair of overalls (a Christmas present), and she insisted on looking at every piece of clothing in the store. They had gotten her two pairs of overalls, a tight sweater, a shiny new watch and a matching set of forest-green bra and thong panties. The last she had bought at Angela's insistence. Angela had also helped her 'try them on,' a process which took about 20 minutes. 

After getting dressed, the two hopped in Vic's car and headed to the store. When they arrived, the two girls were already in full-blown shopping mode. 

"She's three steps ahead of me the whole time!" said Angela when they guys caught up to them. "She has an idea, but she won't tell me what it is!"

"Imagine that. Dawn isn't talking."

Angela stifled a giggle. She was really beautiful when she wasn't trying to look severe. "Yeah. So, you got any ideas?" 

"Nah. I figure I'll just improvise." 

"Well, I've got an idea. Jack, you keep an eye on Dawn, and I'll get our boy here dressed up."

Jack grinned as Angela whisked Vic away. Vic wondered what the girl was up to, particularly when they wound up in the women's section. Angela grabbed a white dress off a rack.

"What's this?" asked Vic.

She smiled, and pointed towards a life-sized cardboard cutout of Marilyn Monroe. "All we need is a wig!"

Vic smiled. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Nope. And you have to at least try it on, no arguments. It's a large size for a woman, but it will be a little small on you."

Vic found himself in a dressing room with Angela helping him squeeze into the dress. They managed to do it without too much difficulty. He put on the wig she had found and took a look in the mirror. He looked so ridiculous. "I love it!"

"So I had a good idea?" she cooed. "Don't I deserve a reward?"

"Always with a plan." In the last week, he had learned that when Angela wanted a reward, she was almost always talking about one thing. As she turned around, he sat on the bench in the little room and quickly pulled her skirt hem up to her waist. He took in the view of the round, dark globes of her ass, separated by the thin, white material of her g-string. He pushed it aside and started running his tongue up and down her moist pussy-lips. He massaged the mound with one hand, then used the other to spread her lips slightly so his tongue could work its way further in. It was a shame her breasts were snugly contained, otherwise he would thoroughly paw at them, but you work with what you've got. After several minutes of licking and fondling, he could tell she was close. He grabbed one globe of her ass in each hand and ate for all he was worth. When she came, she bit the sleeve of her jacket to avoid making any noise. She pulled some tissue out of her purse and cleaned herself up, and was kind enough to clean up Vic's face as well.

The two stepped out of the stall and looked around for the comrades. While looking around, Angela found pieces for an old vampire costume which she gleefully picked up. "Great," she said. "Now I just need those cheesy plastic fangs and some white makeup."

Eventually, they found Jack and Dawn. Vic had a hunch, so they peeked under the doors of a couple other changing rooms, and saw a familiar set of overalls kneeling in front of someone wearing combat boots. If they listened carefully, they could hear the slight slurping sounds of a blowjob occurring within. It didn't take long (with Dawn sucking dick, it rarely did) before the two emerged. Jack was smiling and Dawn was licking her lips. 

"Well, I hope you both at least have costume ideas. We've been waiting for . . ."

"Uh uh. Stop it Vic. You still have a little of Angela on your face, so don't start!" The four friends shared a laugh, which seem to disturb a passing saleswoman. "Actually, we had our costumes picked out a while ago, but you were indisposed." 

"So what are you guys?"

"Well, Angela told us her idea for you, so Dawn thought I should go as a chick too. So I'm going to be Princess Leia."

"And I'm going to be Charlie Chaplin," Dawn piped in meekly.

"You? A 'silent' film star'? Now that's a stretch." Dawn punched Vic in the arm playfully and blushed.

"So the guys are going as girls and the girls are going as guys? Here is to us!"

When the time came for the party, they all gathered at Vic's place again. Angela had brought a pair of white satin panties that would have been larger on her but barely covered all the essentials on Vic. Along with a strapless bra stuffed with industrial strength water balloons, a cheap blonde wig and a generous application of red lipstick, Vic looked . . . absolutely ridiculous. Jack looked a little better, though no one was likely to mistake him for Carrie Fisher's character from Star Wars. Dawn had gotten his already gorgeous hair to stay up in those weird bun-shapes from the movie and he was also sporting satin underwear (that was slightly more revealing than Vic's) and a balloon stuffed bra. Dawn was wearing the typical tuxedo, fake mustache and hat associated with Chaplin, with her hair tucked up under the cap and a cane in one hand. She was even able to do some of the quirky mannerisms, which had everyone rolling on the floor laughing. Angela's costume was a spandex bodysuit with a red vest, white ruffles sewn onto the front to give it that old Boris Karloff era look, and a billowy black cape. Her face was painted white with ruby-red lips and those cheap plastic fangs she had wanted completed the ensemble. They piled back into the car and headed to the party.

It was a good-natured event overall. There was a lot of drinking, music, dancing and really silly party games, but no fights or otherwise unpleasant altercations. Watching Dawn out on the dance floor doing her slapstick routine was priceless! They all got complimented on their costumes, particularly Angela. Actually, most of her compliments were from guys wanting to stare at the constant battle between her costume and her bosom, but she didn't seem to mind. It was a party! 

Towards the end of the party, Dawn pulled him into one of the bathrooms and planted a good kiss squarely on his lips. 

"Here?"

"Yep," she replied. "But I have a surprise for you."

"What?"

"We are going to do it a little differently this time." With that, she full the zipper of her pants down, and a seven-inch, green-latex dong fell out. 

"A strap-on? You saucy minx!"

"Oh come on. How many times have you wanted to do someone in the bathroom at a party? The only difference is that tonight," she continued grabbing two handfuls of his ass through the skirt, "you are my bitch!" She didn't talk much but when she did, she was very to the point.

Vic had no problem playing along. He dropped to his knees and slowly took the head of the dildo in his mouth. He worked it as slowly and thoroughly as he would Jack's dick. After all, right now Dawn was his 'man'. He worked as much as he could into his mouth as Dawn started fucking his face. Dawn grabbed the back of his head (making sure not to disturb the wig) and pulled him towards her. The texture was quite different than what he had gotten used to, but he didn't mind much. She encouraged him to relax his mouth and throat and to relax. He had never been able to deepthroat Jack, but he had very much wanted to, so he heeded her advice. As she began rifling through the medicine cabinet, he managed to get all but the last inch of it down his throat. While he was basking in the glory of his accomplishment, she changed the game.

"Stand up." He did as she asked and she turned him around. He noticed that she had a bottle of KY jelly in her hand. Well, it was a college fraternity house. He grabbed the counter as she lifted the back of his dress and pulled his panties down to his knees. After lubing up her plastic dick, she placed the head as his waiting asshole and pushed in. After the now-familiar initial pain died off (it became easier each time), she went to town. She grabbed his hips and began to pump very rapidly in and out of his ass. Occasionally she would reach forward and fondly his fake tits through the dress. All in all, he found the whole experience to be a big turn on. His own cock was hard as a rock, a condition facilitated by it rubbing against the material of the dress he was wearing. Not entirely unsympathetic to his plight, Dawn reached around and grabbed his rigid pole with one hand and began stroking it. The feeling of fake cock in his ass, the tender touch of her hand on his shaft and the overall novelty of the situation were too much. It wasn't too long before he felt the pressure building.

"I'm going to cum!"

She pulled out, spun him around again, and engulfed his cock in one fell swoop. He exploded almost instantly, filling her throat with spunk. She swallowed every drop before standing up with a satisfied grin on her face. "Hey babe! You were pretty good! I'll call you!"

They laughed, and Vic pulled his panties up while Dawn stuffed washed off the strap-on and stuffed it back in her pants. They rejoined the party, where Jack asked what they had been up to. 

"I'll tell you later," Vic replied, leaning in close so that he could cop a quick feel of Jack's crotch while he spoke. Even though he had just cum, Vic knew he wasn't done for the night. Jack just smiled and the two returned to the fray. 

The party ended a few hours later, and the foursome piled back into the car. Vic and Angela sat up front while Dawn and Jack were in the back. On the way back to the apartment, Jack heard the sound of a zipper, and he noticed in the rear view mirror that Jack's head was bobbing up and down. He glanced over his shoulder and, sure enough, he was going down on Dawn's 'cock'. 

"So that's where my strap-on went!" proclaimed Angela.

"I didn't think you would mind. I already had that fine piece of ass in the front seat tonight, now I want some of the Princess here!"

Jack turned towards the window and hiked his white dress up. She pushed his panties aside and plunged into his ass with reckless abandon. Jack's face was pushed against the window as he started moaning, causing puffs of fog to appear on the glass. Meanwhile, Angela reached over and pulled up Vic's skirt, exposing his rapidly hardening cock barely contained by a thin layer of satin. She pulled her plastic fangs out of her mouth, pulled down the offending barrier and took the head of his dick in her mouth. He still had enough presence of mind to keep a safe distance between himself and the other cars. This would be a really bad situation to be in if there was an accident.

He pulled into the parking lot, and the girls stopped what they were doing so everyone could hurry inside. Once the door was closed, clothes started being thrown everywhere. Angela was wearing a red satin bra and matching thong under her bodysuit.

"Ooh!" said Dawn. "Keep that stuff on. And keep the cape!" 

Angela crawled towards Dawn in a slow, slinky fashion, making sure to sway her beautiful butt on the way. Dawn was standing there in the green bra and panties they had bought earlier, but was still wearing the strap-on. 

"I've fucked both the guys up the ass already. Now," Dawn said mischievously, "it is your turn."

Angela looked a bit apprehensive. She had not, to either of the guys' knowledge, ever taken it up the butt, but she was apparently willing to try. She turned around and moved the red cape over to the side. Dawn grabbed an ever-convenient bottle of lubrication, applied a generous amount, and knelt down behind her. She was obviously enjoying the view of Angela's gorgeous black ass split right down the middle by a red thong. Rather than removing the underwear, she pushed it aside and pushed the head of the dildo very gently into her girlfriend's tight asshole. The guys stood nearby, jerking each other off while they watched. They were familiar enough with the process to know what she was going through. They saw the face of discomfort, followed by the face of determination, and finally of relief as the head was passed and her muscles eased up. It was a beautiful thing to watch; a small but gorgeous redhead fucking a hot black girl up the ass with a plastic dick. 

Vic, wanting in on the action, took a position kneeling in front of Angela, letting his cock wave around in her face. She didn't waste much time before latching on to it with her lips and sliding it into her mouth. Jack stood at Angela's side, offering his nine-inch meat to Vic who eagerly accepted it. He tried to do what he had done when sucking off Dawn's strap-on earlier, and he managed to get all but two inches down his throat. 

"Damn, you've been practicing!" Jack arched his neck and started thrusting harder into Vic's mouth. Vic made sure to drag his tongue along the shaft whenever he could, savoring the feel of every ridge and vein. "But of course," Jack continued after a moment, "I need a basis for comparison." With that he pulled out of Vic's mouth and stuck his member in Dawn's face. Without even losing a stroke on Angela, Dawn took the entire nine inches down her throat in a single gulp. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm beginning to see the similarities!" For a few minutes, he kept switching between getting blown by Vic and Dawn. 

"O.k. It is my turn to get fucked," Dawn said. She pulled out of Angela's ass and removed the strap-on. She lay on her back and spread her legs. "Who's first?"

Jack quickly got between her legs and pushed his mammoth meat into her warm, wet pussy. She wrapped her muscular little legs around him and they started fucking like bunnies! Dawn had been horny all day, so she was ready to pop. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God!" She locked up and her pussy contracted around Jack's enormous cock while she had an apparently mind-blowing orgasm.

Angela rolled over on her back as well. Initially, Vic kept fucking her face; almost doing push-ups while sliding his dick as deep into her throat as it would go. Then he straddled her chest. Knowing what was coming she smiled, pulled her bra down passed her chest and pushed her titanic tits together while he started pumping. He liked the sight of the head of his cock poking out of the top of her tits. The pressure and the heat were wonderful. And she jiggled her tits up and down the shaft while he fucked them, doubling the pleasure. Having sampled her mouth and tits, he moved down her torso and slowly slid his dick inside her waiting pussy. 





Happy New Year



It continued on this way for a while before Jack made a realization. "Hey, wait a minute! This is awfully normal for us! We need to mix this up!" The result was Dawn and Jack locked in a 69-position. It was always amazing to see that much cock slide all the way into such a small mouth, but Dawn was able to take it over and over. She only broke her rhythm when Jack's tongue pleasured her clit, which was extremely sensitive. Vic saw his chance, kneeling behind Jack (who thankfully was on top) and sank his cock into Jack's asshole. 

"Ooh! That's playing dirty. But I didn't say stop." And while Vic fucked Jack up the ass while he was eating Dawn and getting sucked by Dawn, Angela put on the discarded strap-on and positioned herself behind Vic. Vic reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, making it easier for Angela to access his ass. For the second time in a few hours, he wound up with a plastic cock up his butt. Feeling his sphincter stretched to the limit while Jack's ass greedily gripped his cock was heavenly. In wasn't long before he shot his load deep into Jack's ass. He shuddered, enjoying the feeling of his balls emptying their juice into Jack's tight asshole. Angela kissed the nape of his neck and ran her.

Then they heard a muffled gargling sound coming from below them. The pulled away with two popping sounds as the strap-on pulled out of Vic and Vic pulled out of Jack. Jack had pulled his dick out so only the head was in Dawn's mouth. Vic saw the feint trickle of cum escape her lips as Jack filled her waiting mouth with his seed. After his cock was completely spent, Dawn got up on her knees and opened her mouth, showing everyone the generous load of white, sticky candy Jack had given her. Angela went over and lay on the ground, allowing Dawn to lean over and allow some of the contents of her mouth to fall into Angela's. Both of them swallowed the salty fluid and then began kissing. 

"You know, Angela hasn't cum yet. That just isn't fair," said Vic. The three of them pushed her onto the couch and they all descended on her crotch. Dawn went straight for the pussy lips, sucking them into her mouth. From the other side, Jack teased the lower part of her pussy and occasionally tongued the sensitive area around her asshole. Vic worked the clit with his tongue for a minute before starting to rub it with his hands, freeing his lips to suck on her tits. Angela seemed to be in ecstasy, gyrating her hips and arching her back. The combined efforts of the three made short work of her, as she quickly approached orgasm. As her body began to shake, Dawn pushed the boys out of her way, licking Angela's clit while inserting her fingers into the grips of Angela's pussy. As Angela's body rocked, Dawn continued fingering Angela, keeping the other girl at the height of orgasm for what seemed like forever. Finally, Dawn let her friend come down from her sexual high. Dawn straddled her on the couch and started kissing her, while Jack and Vic sat down next to each other and Jack let his head rest on Vic's broad shoulder.

Jack just sat there thinking to himself. Last year, he never would have pictured himself here. A redheaded girl of Irish descent was currently sucking face with a stunning black girl on the seat next to him while his live in male lover kissed him on the neck while running his hand across Vic's abdomen and semi-hard dick. He couldn't help but think that 2003 was going to be a very good (and at least very different) year for him. 

"Happy New Year, everyone." 

"Happy New Year," they all echoed before piling into a group hug, then wandering off to bed.



Happy New Year



I am at the massive New Year's Eve bash with some of my friends. We are dancing around and I feel as if someone is watching me. I look around but cant see anyone looking at me so I go back to having a good time. As it nears midnight most of my friends grab their partners to get ready to welcome in the New Year with a kiss. 

I spot some of my single friends and go and join them in grabbing a drink. We look up and start to count down with the clock. Just 2 seconds before the clock strikes midnight I feel an arm wrap around my waist and start to turn me. I'm suddenly face to face with you. I hear everybody around me screaming out ‘Happy New Year'. You say to me that we should welcome in the New Year like everyone else is doing.

You pull me against you and lower your mouth to mine and kiss me deeply and passionately. I moan against you mouth and push closer, wanting more. I feel your hands slide up my sides and brush against my breasts. You slide your hands back down and under my shirt. My belly muscles jump as I feel your hands on my skin. As we stand there kissing, you move your fingers in tiny circles, working your way up to brush against the underside of my breasts.

My nipples harden painfully and I press tighter against you. You cup my breasts and squeeze them gently before running your thumbs over my nipples and pinching them. As you pinch them harder I whimper against your mouth. I decide I need to touch you as well. I pull my arms from around your waist and slip a couple of buttons free on your shirt. I run my nails across your stomach and then up across your nipples. Back down my hands go and run around the waistband of your pants, dipping inside a little before retreating again. You grab one of my hands and place it on your cock. I gasp against your mouth at how hard you are. You take the opportunity to thrust your tongue deep into my mouth. I run my fingers along the ridge in your pants and you growl. I take my mouth from yours and kiss and lick your neck.

I unzip your pants and slide my hand into your jocks. I let you free of the material and start to stroke you, running my hand from tip to base and squeezing your balls. As I continue to pull your cock I pull your head down to mine and I start to nibble on your ear, blowing my warm breathe gently into it. I quicken my pace on your cock and whisper in your ear that I am going to take your cock into my mouth as you get closer to cumming and I want you to come in front of all these people. You groan as my words sink in and it turns you on more. I slip my other hand between your legs and start to finger you arse. 

You are getting closer and I drop down in front of you and swallow your cock. As I take you deep into my mouth I slide my finger into your arse and press your back wall. Your fingers go into my hair and hold me there. You start to thrust into my mouth and feel your cock start to shudder as your cum comes shooting into my mouth. You groan loudly as you continue to spurt your hot cum onto my tongue and down the back of my throat. I pull my fingers from your arse and stand up and swallow your load. I run my tongue around my lips making sure I got every bit of it. 

You zip your pants back up and grab a hold of my hand and head me away from the party, leaving a few shocked people in our wake. We go towards a children's playground that is fairly private. Once in the playground you take me to a table and help me up onto it. You sit on the seat between my legs and slide your hands over my legs and up under my skirt to my arse. You grab a hold of my panties and start to tug them down. I raise my hips to help you and then you slowly slide them down my legs. Once my panties are off you tuck them into your pocket.

Again you slide your hands up along my legs and push my skirt up past my hips. Your hands go around to my back and you tug me towards the edge of the table. You part my legs further and kiss from my knees up along my thighs. As you near my pussy I spread my legs even further. In the twilight you can see my pussy glistening. You run a finger lightly along my lips and gently press in to touch near my clit. I moan softly and you press a little deeper. You tell me to lay back on the table and I do so. Again you pull me a little closer to the edge of the table.

I feel so exposed to you, laying on the table, my soaking wet pussy almost even with your face. Your fingers slip back over my pussy lips and you part me a little. You run your tongue up the inside of my thighs and flick softly at my lips. I moan as I feel your tongue flick just inside my lips and touch just below my throbbing clit. You part my lips further with your fingers and slide a finger into me. You slip it in and out a few times before adding another. I lift my hips a little as you start to finger fuck me. You run your tongue from where your fingers start in me up to my clit where you vibrate your tongue a little. 

My hands find your head between my legs and I hold you there. You take your fingers from my pussy and slip one into my arse. Your tongue slips into me and I moan loudly as you thrust it in and out of me while mimicking the action with your finger in my arse. I can feel myself getting closer and closer and take my hands from your head. I start to pinch my nipples with one hand and the other starts to rub my clit as you continue to thrust into me with your tongue. The hand that is holding me apart slip down to my entrance and you slide two fingers in and hold them apart to open me up so you can thrust your tongue deeper.

I start to shudder and moan as my orgasm hits me. You push my hand out of the way and start to vibrate your tongue on my clit and thrust your fingers deep. Your fingers touch on my g-spot and I start to squirt as I cum. Your tongue is lapping at all my juices as they come flowing out of me.

You stand up after getting all my juices and shift me to the end of the table. You unzip your pants and drop them to the ground. While I am laying there catching my breath, you shift between my legs and thrust into me, causing me to arch my back at the pleasure. You continue to thrust into me making me moan and groan as you take me back towards another orgasm. You can feel my muscles getting tighter around you so you pull out and lift my legs to your shoulders and press into my tight arse hole. 

You move slowly but my moans are starting to get louder and louder so you move harder and faster. You slip a hand between us and start to rub your thumb over my clit. You are telling me you want to feel me shudder around your cock, you are urging me closer. My moans turn to screams of pleasure as I orgasm and tighten on your cock. You cant hold back anymore and slam into me harder and shoot your hot load into my arse. I lay there for a few minutes and then comment to you that that was a hell of a way to welcome in the New Year.