2 comments/ 48595 views/ 1 favorites Under The Mistletoe By: Redrosesx The lights on the tree glistened and flashed on and off making it look so beautiful, I was here under protest, my friend had decided I needed a night out and the yearly office Christmas party where she worked was just the perfect occasion, plus she had no one to take and she did not want to turn up alone. I was wearing my favourite black dress a tight fitting backless dress with a row of pearls to set it off, a nice pair of black shoes and my little pearl droplet earrings, my red hair now cut shorter with tinsel in it for the finishing touches, it sparkled as did my eyes as the tree lights flickered on and off, I looked around the room, I could see my friend having a ball with a good looking fella and every one else seemed to also be having fun, I put my glass to my lips and sipped at the wine, it was a sweet tasting wine, I noticed as I brought the glass back down I was being watched, I smiled and he smiled back, he was a tall man standing around 6ft with dark hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen, I could feel my knees buckling beneath me as he seemed to look straight into my soul as if he knew me? Did he know me? For a split second I thought I recognised him, but no, it went as quick as it came, I did not know him. The sound of breaking glass startled me as I looked down and noticed I had dropped my glass, I bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass and as I did I noticed a pair of black shoes stood in front of me, I looked up an into those blue eyes, he smiles and bent down starting to pick up the shards of glass that had splintered all over the floor, "Ouch," I put my finger in my mouth and started to suck it, I had caught a piece of glass in it and it was painful, he took my hand and looked at it, took some tissue from his pocket and wrapped it around my finger, I looked up into his eyes and smiled and he lent forward and kissed my cheek, I blushed redder than the colour of the blood that was seeping through the tissue, I stood up and placed the broken glass onto the table and brushed down my dress, I had spilt wine down the front of it, could things get any worse? I thought to my self as I found my self being led off into the back office to where he produced a towel and proceeded to wipe my dress down. I looked around the office, it was all dark and full of shadows just the light from the wash room lit up the one corner of the room, he disappeared into the wash room and came back with a first aid box, he placed it on the desk and opened it, he then placed a plaster on my cut finger, I smiled as he put pride into tending to my needs. "Its only a small cut," I told him, He looked up and told me you can never be to careful, followed by a wonderful smile. I walked around the office as he put away the first aid box and the towel that he had used to wipe down my dress, I stopped at a picture on the wall, it was of an eagle, wings spread wide as it soared in the sky, as I stood looking I felt his hands on my arms as he stepped up to me from behind, he asked if I liked it and I told him I loved it, I looked over my shoulder at him as he turned me around, taking me into his arms and placing a kiss on my lips. "I have waited a long time for this," he said, I stepped back and looked at him, trying to fathom if I knew him, he surely seemed to know me, it was as if he recognised me right from the first time I saw him. "Under the mistletoe," he said, "Don't you remember," Under the mistletoe? I thought for a while as a smile formed on my face, "Yes, I do remember, how could I have forgotten?" I smiled, "How long had it been?" I asked, He looked into my eyes a cheeky grin on his face, "Two years, to the date," Was his reply, Wow it had only been two years and I had done so much in that short time, no wonder I had forgotten, but now it was all flooding back, the night of passion, me, him, my best friend and her boyfriend at the time, the smile grew on my face as I started to remember. We talked for a while, catching up on all the events from the past two years, he had handed in his notice at the job he used to do and took up with the company who's party I was attending and I had worked away from my home town for the first 18 months and only just returned back home, that was why I was here to join back in with the community, well that was what my friend had told me, I needed to mix again, she was a case, all she wanted me for was a lift and company going as she did not want to drive and had lost her date, but after all I was pleased she had managed to drag me here, I had met back up with the man who had opened my eyes to the world. As we talked he kept touching my arms and hands, sending shivers up and down my spin, making all the hairs on my body stand up, as I looking into his eyes I could feel my self wanting him, remembering his touch and the touch of his body against mine, a smile formed on my face and he stopped talking, looked at me and smiled also, I turned around and walked over towards the desk, I had not noticed how large the desk was when I had first entered the room, it was massive, a large green leather topped desk with a sprig of mistletoe on it, I looked at the mistletoe and picked it up, "You need to hang this," I said, I handed him the mistletoe, He replied with a yes and pulled out a chair from under the desk, "Well go on then, hang it," He said, He was gesturing that I climbed onto the desk and hung it from the hanging light fitting, I smiled, kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the chair then up onto the desk, I looked down from on top of the table, he was still smiling, ohh he had a wicked smile and more memories came flooding back, memories of his smile looking up at me from between my legs, hmmmm a grin came over me as I hung the mistletoe from the light, I took a slight step back and looked up at it, it looked just perfect, hanging over the middle of the table, I started to climb down and as I did he stopped me and slowly pushed me back onto the table, climbing onto it himself. As he slowly crawled up over the top of my body as I started to lay down, looking up into those great big bright blue eyes of his, I slid my hands up over his chest, I could feel the heat from beneath his grey shirt, a smile spread across my face as I started to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, his hands now pulling my dress up and then sliding up and down my thighs, here we go again I thought to my self as I arched up my back and felt his lips slide down my neck. The door opening took me by surprise, I looked up from the table to see my friend standing there looking flustered, "Hmmm, I think I'll come back in a little while," She said with a smile on her face, "No, come in," he said, with a smirk on his face which left nothing to the imagination, One thing I can remember about him was that he spoke with his eyes and right now they were saying things that made my body tingle all over! She closed the door behind her without hesitation and walked over towards the desk kicking her shoes off as she did, the smile on her face was spread from ear to ear and as he slowly slipped off his shirt she started to remove her dress, hell I was getting hot and as the last little bit of her clothing hit the floor she climbed up onto the big leather topped desk to join us. As my clothing hit the floor followed by his, all three of us sat and looked at each other, smiles like Cheshire cats spread across our faces and a harden on him as large as can be, hmmmmm I licked my lips as did my friend and both of us went to work, as he lay back onto the table I slowly slid my hand up the inside of his leg and my tongue slowly followed, my hair trailing behind all the way up the inside of his thigh, she was already busy sucking and licking on his long hard cock, I could see it throb as she slowly slid it into her mouth, her jaw as wide as she could get it, felt kind of funny watching her suck on him while I just touched, I wanted to join in, my tongue found the base of his cock and licked up the shaft till I met her lips, she pulled back a little allowing me to take him into my mouth, ohh god he tasted so good and as I slid him in and out of my mouth she started to touch my body, her hands starting to run up and down my back. Before we knew it we had all moved around and found a good position that suited all, I was on my back with his hard cock still inside my mouth, sucking on it with her in the 69 position over my body and him behind my head and his tongue licking at her wet, hot pussy, in return for the pleasure he was giving her she was giving to me, my legs spread wide and her tongue like velvet licking up and down my clit, sucking and nibbling and oh god finger fucking me, the juices flowing as I got wetter and wetter, her pussy dripping on my face as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, faster and faster all three of us went till I could feel her body shaking as his tongue flickered at her clit and her cum squirting and landing on my face and as she was cumming he also cum the mixture of cum from them both landing in my mouth and over my face made me so horny that I came also, my body shaking and arching, wanting so much for this night never to stop. His still hard cock slid out of my mouth and he learned up, arched his back cracking the back bones as he did, then took his dripping cock and slid it into her soaking wet pussy, she let out a moan and bit down on my clit making me cum that little bit harder, I leaned up and started to lick at them both, as his cock slipped out my tongue slipped in, in and out we all went and as he entered her deeply I seeked out her clit. After a frenzy of fucking and cumming we all lay on our backs on the table, the soft leather beneath out bodies all hot and sweaty from the activities of the night, I turned my head and looked at my friend, "Bet your glad you came now hey?" She said with a smile on her face, "Hell yes, I sure am glad I came and came and came!" Hehehehehehehehehe ............................ Under the Mistletoe My mother and I had agreed that we'd have a quiet Christmas - she'd just broken off with her latest lover, and I had no plans, so we decided we'd spend the day at home together, just the two of us. But on Christmas Eve we learned that my oldest and best friend, Frank, would be on his own – his family had gone on a short skiing holiday and got snowed in. He and I had visited each other's homes innumerable times, and he was almost like a member of the family, so of course my mother insisted that he spent Christmas Day with us. Mum decided that she should look 'Christmassy', and she was wearing a red light woollen dress, unusually low-cut for her, and showing quite a lot of her breasts and deep cleavage. It left her arms bare, and the hem ended a couple of inches above her knees. She was fair-haired, with dazzling blue eyes, a wide sensuous mouth with full lips, and very white skin that tanned to a light golden colour in the summer. Her figure was gorgeous, with full breasts and a narrow waist, and excellent legs set off by high heels, and when Frank arrived and saw her he gave a low whistle, and she blushed, looking down at herself. 'Do you - do you think this dress shows too much of me?' she asked nervously, looking at me and then Frank. 'Of course not, Mum - you look wonderful - and anyway, it's Christmas!' I said, and Frank agreed, saying that she looked perfect. He'd brought an armful of presents, a bunch of flowers for my mother, a bottle of sherry and one of champagne, and then with a flourish he produced a sprig of mistletoe. ‘I just found out that kissing under the mistletoe is a Scandinavian legend from ancient mythology,' he said. ‘A sprig of mistletoe was given to the goddess of love to keep, and everyone who passed under it received a kiss as a symbol of love. Just the thing for a lady wearing a dress like that. So here you are, Goddess!' He handed it to my mother – she giggled, and held it over her head, and he grinned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She giggled again and turned to me: ‘Now it's your turn, darling!' I smiled and wished her a Happy Christmas, then I kissed her on the cheek. ‘No! A proper kiss, dear – it's Christmas!' she said, and offered me her mouth. I hesitated for a moment, then briefly pressed my lips to hers, and Frank looked on, grinning. Then he took the mistletoe and fastened it over the doorway. ‘We have to have a kiss every time we come through the door!' We opened the bottle of sherry and toasted each other, then chatted for a while. The sherry went down quickly, and we all had another glass. My mother rarely drank, just an occasional glass of wine with a meal, and soon her face was slightly flushed and her eyes took on an additional sparkle. Then Frank suggested we go out for some fresh air and a lunchtime drink. As we passed through the doorway Frank and I both got another kiss, and then my mother grabbed a shawl to put round her shoulders, and we set off. The weather was unseasonably mild, and it wasn't far to walk, so we didn't get much exercise or fresh air. The place was crowded, but we were lucky enough to find a seat for my mother, and she sipped another sherry while Frank and I stood next to her enjoying a beer. I noticed that Mum got quite a lot of admiring glances, especially when she crossed her legs, to reveal a considerable expanse of thigh. Standing over her like that, I - and Frank - had an excellent view of her swelling breasts, and when our glances met he rolled his eyes appreciatively and stared down at her again. Mum's chair was against the wall, and by stretching out she could just reach a nearby table to put her glass on it. But every time she did so, her dress fell away from her body to reveal a matching red half-bra, and of course even more of her breasts, and I felt my dick begin to harden involuntarily, and I guiltily found myself imagining slipping my hand into her bra and fondling my mother's perfect white globes.. It was very noisy, and difficult to make conversation, but Mum seemed to be enjoying herself. Then she took my hand and beckoned to me. I bent over, lowering my head so that she could whisper to me: 'I hope you like my new bra, darling - you seem to be spending a lot of time looking down my dress at it!' Her eyes were sparkling mischievously, and when she saw me blushing scarlet she laughed and squeezed my hand, then deliberately leaned forward to reach for her glass, smiling up at me. Mum announced that she needed to powder her nose - the toilets were at the far end of the long bar, and Frank and I watched as she pushed her way through the crowd, laughing as men joked with her, her body unavoidably pressing against them, and we saw the odd hand fondling her, but she didn't seem to mind. She was gone a long time, while we jealously guarded her chair, and when she finally returned her lipstick was smeared and her face even more flushed. 'There was more mistletoe down there!' she panted, laughing. 'I think an entire football team wanted to kiss me - and their hands were everywhere!' She took out her mirror and tried to repair the damage, and when she crossed her legs the hem of her dress rode up even higher than before. As we finished our drinks her legs brushed against mine, and when she got up she stumbled slightly, and I put my arm round her to steady her, briefly pressing her yielding body to me. On the way home I noticed Frank putting his arm round her waist, and she giggled and put her head on his shoulder for a moment. When we got indoors the mistletoe came into play again, but this time the kisses were a little longer, and I felt my dick stirring again as I held her and kissed her soft warm lips. The afternoon passed quickly – we did the usual things, listened to music, chatted, ate mince pies, and had tea. My mother and I often passed in the doorway going to and from the kitchen, and I was uncomfortably aware of her breasts pressing against my chest every time we kissed. Seeing her sitting in an armchair showing even more thigh didn't help, either, and I noticed that Frank frequently glanced at her legs, too. She may have seen him looking at her, or it might have been completely innocent, but as she passed him sitting on the settee she asked him if he was enjoying his Christmas. Frank smiled at her and grabbed her hand, pulling her down beside him as he said he was having a wonderful time. Then he put his arm round her and kissed her soundly - Mum struggled to free herself, her legs flailing, and I caught a flash of bare thighs as I discovered that she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. I also saw her skimpy panties, red lace to match her bra, and then I was stunned to see a dark patch between her legs, and I realised that all the kissing and fooling around had made my mother wet. She broke away, laughing and gasping for breath, and said that kissing was only allowed under the mistletoe. Frank winked at me and nodded towards the doorway, and I collected the mistletoe and held it over them. Mum hesitated, then she turned to Frank and I saw her lips part as his mouth covered hers. The kiss lengthened - his left arm was around her shoulders, his hand on her bare arm, while his right hand rested on her uncovered thigh, and I saw her pressing herself against him as she returned his kiss. I felt the now-familiar spurt of arousal, coupled with envy as I watched them kissing, and then Mum finally pushed him away, her face flushed and her breasts heaving as she struggled for breath. Her dress had slipped off one shoulder, and the hem was practically up around her waist - she quickly rearranged her dress and wriggled it down over her legs, saying nothing and with her eyes lowered, and I was afraid things had gone too far. I replaced the mistletoe over the doorway, and turned to find my mother standing behind me. She said she was going to the bathroom, then she glanced up at the mistletoe and kissed me, hugging me to her. The kiss was brief but unexpectedly passionate, and I knew she could feel my erection jammed against her. Then it was time for more sherry, and we eventually sat down to dinner about seven, having again frequently paused under the mistletoe. Frank opened the champagne, and soon my mother's cheeks were flushed again. We laughed a lot, and pulled crackers, and drank more champagne - both Frank and I got frequent glimpses of my mother's breasts and legs, and by now my dick was permanently stiff and throbbing. After dinner the three of us did the dishes together, and I managed to brush my erect dick against Mum's bottom and once even trail the back of my hand across her breasts as I reached for something. If she noticed she didn't say or do anything, and finally we tidied up before having coffee in the living room. Mum and I led the way, with me carrying the tray of coffee cups, and we paused yet again under the mistletoe. It wasn't easy to kiss her properly while carrying the tray, but she seemed in no hurry to break away, and I felt her lips working deliciously on my mouth. But then I moved on into the room and put the tray down on the coffee table, my mother following me, just as Frank appeared in the doorway. Without a word he took Mum's hand and drew he back under the mistletoe, then he put his arm round her and held her close as he fastened his mouth on hers. I saw her stiffen momentarily, then she moulded her body to him as the kiss deepened. I watched, dumbfounded, as they kissed wetly, seeing their tongues hunting for each other, and then to my amazement I saw Frank's right hand cup my mother's left breast. I expected her to pull away angrily, but instead she slipped her bare arm round his neck and squirmed against him as he fondled her. His other hand dropped to her bottom, forcing her pelvis against him - the kiss seemed to go on for ever, but then their lips parted, and he kissed her neck and shoulder, then he whispered something in her ear, his hands still kneading her breast and fondling her bottom. She stared into his eyes for a few moments, then slowly nodded her head before kissing him hungrily once again. Then she took his hand and led him out of the room, pausing only to glance at me guiltily over her shoulder, and then they were gone. Ignoring the coffee, I poured myself a Scotch, unable to believe what I'd just witnessed. I sank into an armchair and switched on the TV, muting the sound and staring unseeingly at the screen as I took a swig of whiskey, trying to come to terms with what my mother and Frank were doing. I soon needed to replenish my glass, and carried the bottle back to the chair. I turned off the lights, so that the only illumination came from the Christmas tree decorations and the TV, and thought back over the day, visualising again my mother's body and legs clad in her revealing red dress, her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and the feel of her lips on mine. I drank some more Scotch, and slowly realised that despite my shock and anger, I was becoming aroused at the thought of my mother upstairs with Frank. I imagined him stripping her, removing her red dress and then her bra, freeing her full breasts and kissing them and sucking her nipples ... I thought of him peeling off her stockings and kissing her feet and legs, then pulling off her suspender belt and easing her panties down before kissing her thighs and burying his face between her legs, then laying her on the bed and parting her legs as, naked in his arms, she guided his cock into her, and let him fuck her … I don't know how long I sat like that, drinking and staring moodily into space, gripping my dick through my trousers, but eventually my eyes closed, still imaging my mother naked with Frank, in the throes of an orgasm … The sound of the front door closing brought me back to consciousness, and then I heard my mother's voice. ‘Darling – are you all right?' she said anxiously. She was bending over me, holding her robe tightly round her body, and she took the empty glass from my hand and put it on the coffee table. I reached out and pulled her down onto my lap, her legs hanging over the arm of the chair, and she looked up at me miserably. ‘I – I didn't mean to do it, darling – nothing like that has happened with Frank before – I've never thought about him like that, and he wasn't even very good. Maybe it was the champagne, I don't know. But it's been like that all day, and those men kissing me, and feeling me. And everybody kept looking at me – you, too, darling - and wanting me … It doesn't mean anything, and it won't happen again. It's just that – when he kissed me, and touched me … he asked me if I wanted to go to bed, and suddenly I wanted sex desperately …I'd have done it with anybody ...' Her voice trailed away, and in the dim light I saw that there were tears in her eyes. My arm was around her shoulders – her body felt warm through the thin material of her robe, and the vision of Frank fucking her suddenly returned. I slipped my free hand inside her robe – as I'd thought, she was naked beneath it, and I found her breast – the same breast that Frank had fondled through her dress as they kissed under the mistletoe. I brushed my thumb back and forth across her nipple, feeling it stiffen, and my mother stared at me wide-eyed. ‘Darling! What are you doing? You – you mustn't …' I didn't wait for her to finish, but pulled her to me and kissed her roughly, still caressing her naked yielding breast inside her robe. She struggled, trying to push me away, but I held her tightly, kissing her fiercely. Gradually her struggles weakened, and again I felt her hard nipple as I caressed her. Then her mouth opened under mine, and our tongues found each other. I pushed the robe away from her body, and I raised her up so that I could kiss her breast. I tried to take as much as I could of it in my mouth, sucking it until I eventually concentrated on her nipple, running my tongue around it and feeling her stippled aureole. I sucked her rigid nipple as I must have done as a baby, and I heard her moaning. Then I ran my hand over her body, down over her belly, feeling it fluttering under my fingers. I looked down at her, and saw marks on her bare breasts - Frank must have been rough with her, but from what I knew of some of her past lovers she would have enjoyed that. My hand wandered between her legs, and I stroked her thighs, and then I lifted her up to slide my hand beneath her to fondle her bottom. Her legs were splayed wide apart - one knee was still hooked over the arm of the chair, and her other foot trailed on the floor. I ran my hand up and down her incredibly silky-soft thighs, before finding the lips of her dripping wet vulva. Then I concentrated on her clitoris, rubbing it, squeezing it, tugging it and rolling it between my finger and thumb. My mother was squirming against me as I caressed her, kissing me feverishly. Still holding her, I managed to push the robe off her shoulders completely, and then I lowered her, naked, onto the rug and knelt beside her. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy with lust as I started to tear off my clothes. ‘Darling – I should tell you to stop, but I want it – I want you – I need you - so badly!' I stared at her beautiful naked body, illuminated only by the flickering TV screen and the Christmas tree lights, then I lowered myself on top of her and kissed her. She writhed under me, returning my kisses and clinging to me. Then she reached down for my throbbing penis, and suddenly I was sliding into her. Now I could think of nothing but the marvellous sensation of easing my cock into my mother's vagina. It seemed that my already engorged penis lengthened and thickened even more - I think Mum felt it too, because she gasped, and her hips thrust up to force me deeper into her, and I felt the muscles of her vagina gripping me. I started to fuck her slowly, kissing and fondling her, and hearing hr moaning softly. The feel of her body against mine was incredible, her skin incredibly smooth and her flesh soft and yielding, her mouth wet and hungry. I forced her wrists above her head, and she responded by grinding her breasts against my chest. I held back as long as I could, not wanting it to end – my mother was panting frantically, her body jerking spasmodically and her skin slippery with perspiration, and suddenly I couldn't wait any longer. I started to drive into her faster and harder, feeling her match my movements – her heels clamped onto my buttocks, helping me to penetrate her even more deeply, and then she screamed, locking her ankles round me and forcing herself against me as I ejaculated violently. It was the most shattering climax I'd ever experienced, and my semen spurted into her uncontrollably, jetting against the walls of her vagina again and again. She fell back limply, shuddering as I continued to erupt into her, and when I eventually started to soften she smiled at me weakly and touched my face. ‘Christ, why did I bother with Frank? I've never known anything like that before, sweetheart ... Take me upstairs, darling, and make love to me like that all night! But first, dearest, kiss me again - and don't let's bother with the mistletoe!' Under the Mistletoe Note from Slickman: Company holiday parties have a history of employees crossing the lines drawn up by the HR departments. Booze lowers their inhibitions as well as their concern about getting down with their fellow workers. Bill Bennett is a big believer in allowing his employees to enjoy the festive season as well as each other. Please read "Whores and Pimps" before reading this story. All rights reserved. Enjoy. * Ron Holmes saw the invitation to Bennett's Christmas party and laughed. The ol' horny owner of the Bennett Law Firm was up to his old tricks again. "Colleagues, You and your significant other are invited to attend the 2005 Bennett Holiday Gala. The affair will be held on December 19, 2005 at the Bennett mansion off Cloverdale Road. The happy hour starts at 7:00PM. Dinner follows at 8:00PM and at 9:00PM Santa will introduce a fun game that will lead to some very nice gifts. Please let my secretary Terry know what size clothing you and your significant other wear because costumes for the occasion will arrive at your home next week. Bill Bennett" Ron looked out his office door at his new office assistant Emily Thomas and wondered if she was going to the party. He read the invitation again and realized Bennett didn't ask if his employees were going or not because it was expected for them to come. He picked up his phone and called Emily. "Hi Emily. Would you come into my office?" She said yes and he hung up the phone while looking at her chair as she swiveled it around towards his doorway. He grinned when he saw her short skirt high on her tanned legs and then a quick flash of her white panties. He looked down at some papers in front of him as she walked in with a note pad. "Yes sir?" She asked as she moved to the large chair in front of his desk and sat down while pushing her connected knees to the side to prevent giving him some naughty peeks. He laughed. "You can put the pad down. I was just wondering if you and Tim are going to Bennett's party." "I'm not sure," she said. She had just had a conversation with an older lady who had warned her about Bennett and his risqué parties. "You should know he expects everyone to come and if you don't he will hold it against you somehow." His eyes roamed up from her smooth thighs to her taunt abs to the zero sag breasts pushing out her pure white blouse. "Have you ever gone to his parties?" Emily blushed not feeling comfortable talking about personal things with her new boss. "Someone told me that they.......you know....they get out of control." Ron and his wife had gone to the "Whores and Pimps" party and it had turned out to be a hot night for both him and his normally conservative wife. He remembered her complaining about wearing the sheer blouse and short skirt and even her pink nipples that could be seen through the blouse. They had not talked about what they had did that night but one time he saw her jerking off one of the senior partners and another time saw her lying down on the sofa as a young office clerk had his head between her thighs. "Well yes they do sometimes go overboard but nothing is forced on you," he responded. "Not directly anyway," he thought. "Does your wife go to the parties too?" She asked. Emily had met Ron's wife Jamie a couple of times and she seemed nice and friendly. "Yes, and she enjoyed it quite a bit," Ron smiled. He again remembered back to the party and remembered how Mrs. Bennett had cornered him in an upstairs bedroom and had pulled out his hard-on and fucked him while he massaged her huge breasts. He didn't know if Jamie had fucked or sucked any of the men but she did have a lot of Bennett Bucks when the night was over. "What kind of costumes do you think we will have to wear?" She asked as she turned slightly towards him. Ron didn't hide the fact that he was looking at the small gap up under her skirt. "Probably very revealing and sexy," he grinned as he tried to picture Emily wearing the Whore costume. She gulped. "I'll have to discuss it with my husband." She had only been married for two years and had been trying to have children but Tim's sperm count was very low. They had recently made the decision to adopt since artificial insemination was way too costly for their incomes. She saw her boss again look down at her lap and knew he was leering at her legs. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" "No, but I was hoping you would come," he grinned. "I'll think about it," she blushed as she opened her legs to stand knowing he would see far up under her skirt. She hoped he could not see the damp spot that had formed on the front of her silky undies. As she walked from his office she could actually feel his eyes on her round buttocks. As Emily rode the elevator down another girl, who started the same week as she did, got on. "Hi MaryAnn." "Oh hi Emily," the younger girl said. "Did you hear about the Holiday party?" "Yes, but I'm not sure if I'm going or not." "Me neither," MaryAnn whispered. "I hear they have sex and stuff like that." "Didn't you just get married?" Emily asked looking at the wedding band on her finger. "Yes, two weeks ago," she answered. "How is working for Elaine working out?" Emily asked. The whole office knew Elaine was a lesbian since she told just about everyone. "Good," she grinned. "She is very nice to me." "Has she ever you know?" "No, not really but sometimes I see her starring at.......my body," the girl blushed. "It feels kind of weird." "No different than a man," Emily whispered as the elevator stopped and they exited. She thought about Ron always checking her out when she turned her chair around in her cube. "They both want the same thing." "I guess you are right. I mentioned the party to my husband today at lunch and he seems to want to go. Of course he doesn't want me to mess around with anybody." "Typical man," Emily grinned. "Meanwhile he will be hitting on everyone else." "I think we will go. Maybe I'll see you there." "Maybe," Emily said wondering what her husband's reaction will be. ***** "Bennett is having a Holiday Party in a few weeks," Ron announced to his wife when he went home that night. Jamie was standing on a step stool while hanging some new curtains in the kitchen. He moved over and put his hands up under her jeans covered ass cheeks. "Ron, you are going to make me fall," she giggled. "He is sending out more costumes." Jamie stopped what she was doing and turned around on the stool to face him. "Costumes like the Pimp and Whore costumes we wore to the other party?" "Probably," He grinned as he pinched her zipper tab and slowly pulled it down revealing her black thong. "I see the thought has gotten my husband pretty horny," she giggled when he released the snap on her jeans and pulled them down until they bunched at her feet. "You know we never did talk about what we did at that party." His fingers pulled her thong down to her ankles as well. "Did someone do this at the party?" He whispered as he pushed his middle finger up into her shaven lips. Her pussy lips were shaven but she still had her pubic hair above them shaped into a butterfly. "Ummmm," she moaned. "Maybe....I'm going to fall if you keep that up." She suddenly felt his hands reach around her thighs to pull her forward across his shoulder. With her bare ass sticking upward he carried her into the den and dropped her on the sofa. As soon as she landed his fingers jerked away her jeans and panties. "Did anyone do this?" He asked as he licked slowly up her thighs until he tasted the sexual juices flowing from inside her vulva. "OH God Ron.............yes.....a man licked me," She moaned. She had also spied on him that night and had seen him do the same thing to one of the other lawyer's wife's. It was much later that night when she peeked into a bedroom and saw Bennett's wife and him fucking which was something she did not do that night. "You let a man lick your pussy?" He asked looking up at her with his chin pushing down into her pinkness. "Don't even go there," she laughed. "Maybe I know what all you did." "Really?" He moved his body up onto hers while unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard-on. "What did I do?" The spongy crown pushed into her dampness. "That," she moaned as his seven inch thin prick pushed fully into her. "Shit," Ron thought. "She knows I fucked another woman and doesn't seem to mind." "You think I fucked someone else?" His stomach was slapping hard down against hers. 'OH GOD YES!" She cried out. "I saw you fucking Bennett's wife!" Both of them were about to pop. "And you are not mad?" "No, because I knew he would have another party and I would get my turn," she giggled. "I did suck his huge penis." "OHHHH!" Ron screamed when he climaxed. She was right behind him. "Fuck me!" Their moans and screams filled the house. Finally their bodies stopped. "You sucked Bennett's cock?" He asked as he moved next to her on the sofa. "Yes, he gave me a hundred Bennett Bucks," she whispered. "I did it for you." "And I fucked his wife for you," he chuckled. He thought about Emily. "My new assistant will be coming." Jamie smacked his arm. "And you want to fuck her." "Well.........you are going to fuck Bennett." "She is a lot younger and better looking," Jamie said somewhat jealous. "How do you know she would even consider it?" "Did you consider sucking off Bennett before the Pimp and Whore party?" "Oh, I guess you are right." ***** Emily was quiet during dinner with her husband until he asked how work was that day. "We got an invitation to Mr. Bennett's Holiday Party." "Wow, like at his huge mansion?" Tim said sitting upward. "I'm not sure I want to go," she said not looking at him. "Why not? I'm sure the food and drinks will be great." "I..........uh........heard that his parties get wild." "Wild? Like drinking and..........sex?" "Yes," she said now seeing the excitement in his eyes. "Don't worry I'll be there to protect you," he grinned. He had seen some of the knockout women who worked near her cubical. "So you........want to go?" "Hell yes," Tim said. "It will be a lot better than my Christmas party." He worked at a small insurance company which had their party at a nearby Italian Restaurant that was over by 8:00PM. Emily stood and carried the dishes to the dishwasher. "We will be receiving some costumes to wear." "What are they?" "I'm not sure," she said. She thought of her handsome older boss and wondered if she could wear something revealing in front of him. ***** "Make sure you have all of their sizes," Bill Bennett said to his new assistant Terry. "Also, check with the mistletoe company and find out where the berries are. Terry looked at the mistletoe order. He had ordered a large box full of coded mistletoe berries. There were 100 white berries, 100 green berries, 50 blue berries and 50 red berries. Why are there different color berries?" She asked her new boss. Terry had worked for a junior lawyer on the second floor until Mr. Bennett walked by her cubicle one day. She was nervous talking to him and was really surprised when Human Resources called to tell her he wanted to interview her for his assistant job. She had not applied for it because she didn't have a college degree nor did she have enough service time. She had heard the rumors about Bennett hitting on his employees but the $70,000 a year job was more than twice what she was making. "It is hard to explain," he grinned as he pushed the small button under his desk top and watched the automatic door close behind her. "I think I should show you." Terry panicked when she heard the door close and moved back from his desk. "You can tell me," she whispered as he walked around the desk and stood next to her. He didn't respond while turning to pick up a sample bunch of mistletoe with the white berries. "This one is obvious," he grinned as he held it up over his head. "Go ahead." "No, that's OK," she said moving backwards. "The white berries mean a kiss." "I'm waiting," he said seriously. "I'm married," she said softly. "So am I and you and your husband will be kissing others at the party anyway." Terry knew she had to kiss him or probably lose her high paying job. "OK," she said forcing a grin as she moved forward and leaned up to lightly kiss his rough cheek. "Terry, Terry, Terry," he laughed. "That's not a kiss." She was close enough now for him to grab onto her waist and pull her thin firm body into his. Her eyes opened wider when his huge mouth moved down to hers and his thick tongue forced its way into her lips and mouth. "UMMPHHH!," Terry grunted as she tried to pull back from his invasion of her mouth and tongue. She felt his hardness against her lower stomach and bit down on his tongue. "OUCH!" Bennett said when he pulled his sore tongue from between her lips. He still held her close to him and she was not pushing away anymore. "We shouldn't be kissing like that," she whispered. His huge penis rubbing against her stomach was giving her mind mixed feelings. She knew she had to go along with this game and hoped it wouldn't go all the way. She was not ready to have intercourse with this powerful man. "How should we be kissing?" He asked realizing that her body was slowly swaying which caused his prick to now rub her upper stomach area. "Like this," she grinned as her eyes closed and she leaned upward to gently brush her soft lips against his. Her tongue darted out, licked and retreated. His fingers moved dangerously down her lower back to the top of her hips. She knew he could feel the straps of her thong through her thin dress. She pulled back and smiled. "That was nice," he grinned. "Why don't we try another color of berry?" "I'm not sure that we should," she whispered as he turned his body to pick up the green berry mistletoe. He held it up over her head and smiled. "Now what?" She asked. "We get to touch each other," he said as his one hand still on her lower back moved down and cupped her small buttock giving it a good hard squeeze. "Don't," she said knowing that he wouldn't stop. His hands as well as other parts of his body were so much bigger and stronger than her wimpy husband who barely weight 145 pounds. He only smiled as he dropped the mistletoe on the desk and moved that hand up to gently cup her 34B breast. His thumb found her raised nipple and flicked it back and forth. "Ohhh," Terry moaned. It had been weeks since she and Tim had made love. "You want me to stop?" Bennett asked with a smile. He could see she was losing it. "Yes..........no........Oh God," she moaned. She had always wondered how a big man's hands would feel on her body and now he was fondling her ass and breast. "Touch me," he whispered. Terry's fingers on her right hand trembled as she moved them from his side to the front of his belt. She looked down between their bodies as she aimed her small pink fingers at the huge tent in his slacks. "It can't be that big," she thought as her fingers pushed down over the large tip and she curled her fingers around the covered log. Her fingers only made it half way around it. "Ha-ha," Bennett laughed as she explored his manhood. He had met her husband and was not impressed. He knew she was hot and had one more test to prove it. As she stroked and squeezed his giant salami he moved his hand from her ass down the back of her leg to her bare knee and then moved it up under her skirt feeling her panty hose. "Mr. Bennett," she moaned when his fingers pushed the pantyhose and soaked panties into her dripping pussy. As one finger moved into up to his thick knuckle he asked, "Do you like the green berries? "Yesssss," she moaned. The whole room was now spinning as her body heat reached its max and her mind was about to explode. "Then you are going to love the blue berries," he laughed. "Oh God," she thought when his fingers moved from her swollen breast to find a bunch of mistletoe with blue berries. He put them in her free hand and told her to hold them over her head. She let go of his bulge and felt him reaching behind her to unzip her dress. "What if someone comes in?" She whispered as it fell to her feet. As he released her bra and pulled it from her small breasts he said, "This is my office. No one comes in unless I ask them to." He pulled out her panties and looked at her light brown bush. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked. "The blue berries mean I'm going to eat your wonderful pussy," he grinned. "Ohhh," she said as he pushed down and off her panties and then moved her up onto his desk. She slowly moved down onto her back and opened her thighs. "I love blue berries," she thought when his hot tongue dove deeply into her moist folds. "I love blue berries!" She said loudly. After a few minutes of bringing her close to climaxing he moved back. "I like blue berries too." He unzipped his fly and watched her eyes open wider and wider as he pulled his thick long pink shaft from his pants. "You........you want.....me to........?" "Yes dear, we both get to enjoy each other's taste." He smiled as he walked around the big desk and guided her tiny mouth to his enlarged tip. "I've never........." She started saying before his thick cock pushed between her lips and teeth. Her cheeks swelled outward as she tried to breath. She had refused her husband this pleasure because she was the boss in her family. Now she was the slave and Bennett was the master. She managed to get about three inches of his large cock into her throat before pushing back and gasping for air. "Breathe through your nose honey," Bennett laughed as he pushed his crown back inside. At first the taste and the huge object in her mouth was not pleasurable but when she moved her tongue across the small hole she heard him moan. She did it again and again and felt good that she was giving him pleasure. She kept her mouth on him as she turned on the desk and swallowed another inch. She remembered what her college roommate had said about giving blowjobs and stroked him as her mouth moved up and down. "You're a fast learner," Bennett whispered. She was so good that he was getting close. "However we have one more berry to go." He pulled her up until she was kneeling on the desk. It was obvious what was left so Terry only grinned as she moved her legs out towards him and shifted her hips forward until her opened pussy was lined up with his thick cock. "Please go slow," she begged as she picked up the red berry mistletoe and held it up over her moist pussy. "OHHHH GODDDDD!" She cried out when his thick tip moved into her tight hole. "YOU BEAST!" As much as it hurt she wanted more. "DO IT! MAKE ME A REAL WOMAN!" She screamed. He had about five inches in when her body relaxed enough for the pain to stop and the pleasure to begin. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Bennett had seen it in her eyes that day when he first saw her sitting in the cubicle. He pulled some strings to get her as his assistant and now realized she was a lot hornier than he had thought. She was a fucking wildcat. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms pulled his remaining three inches inside. Her whole body lifted up from the desk when she wrapped her hands around his thick neck. Suddenly she was riding a bucking bronco and his cock was her saddle horn. "FUCK!" Bennett said as she pounded her tightness up and down his pole. "YOU ANIMAL!" She screamed just before she climaxed. "NOW.........NOW!" Bennett had held out waiting for her and smiled as he emptied his full stock of juices up into her tight canal. When they were done he slowly lowered her spent body down onto his desk and zipped up his pants. "I have a meeting to go to," he grinned. Under the Mistletoe She opened her eyes and looked up. "I never knew." About ten minutes after Terry lay naked on his desk she managed to roll off onto the floor and set back in his huge chair. She giggled as she picked up the mistletoe with the red berries and held it over her dripping pussy again. She saw a small box next to his desk that had the words, "CHRISTMAS COSTUME SAMPLES". She opened it and gasped when she saw what was inside. ***** A week later as Emily updated her schedule she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Terry," she said smiling. Terry had been Ron's assistant before Mr. Bennett stole her away from him. It was good for Emily because she got Terry's old job which was a good promotion for her. "Hi, how is my cute ex-boss treating you?" Terry whispered as she peeked through his doorway and saw him sitting back in his chair with the telephone in his ear. "Good," Emily blushed. "I really like working for him." "I saw him first," Terry whispered. "He's married anyway," Emily giggled. "The Christmas party costumes came in today. Would you like to come up and get yours?" Terry said softly so no one else could hear her. "Mr. Bennett is out of town." "Wow, I guess so," Emily said. "What do they look like?" "You have to see them for yourself," she said trying not to laugh. "Come on up in about thirty minutes." Terry walked over to Ron's door and saw him hanging up. "So how are you doing without me?" "Good but I miss you," Ron grinned. Emily had a nice body but Terry's ass beat them all. "What about me do you miss?" She teased as she moved over to his desk and leaned against the side. She had noticed him looking at her ass a lot. "I really shouldn't say," he grinned. Now that she didn't work for him they both were being overly flirty. Besides she now worked for Bennett and he had a chance for a promotion next year. Terry turned and shifted her weight onto one foot which caused her butt muscles to shift as well. "I think I already know." "And you are right," he whispered. "Hey while you are here. What can you tell me about the Holiday Party?" She giggled and moved close enough to whisper in his ear. "Red berries." Her lips lightly touched his earlobe which sent shivers down his spine. "Red berries?" He repeated with a questionable look on his face. She giggled again. "You'll find out." She turned and wiggled her way out the door. ***** "Mr. Holmes, may I go upstairs to Terry's office for a few minutes?" Emily asked her boss from the doorway. "Sure, Emily. If you find anything out about the Holiday Party let me know." She moved to the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. It would be the first time she had been up that high. The receptionist lady told her how to get to Terry's office. "Wow, you have a real office," Emily grinned when she stepped into Terry's large office. "You think this one is nice. Look at Mr. Bennett's." She led the way into the massive corner office. "Am I allowed to be in here?" Emily asked. "Sure, there is no one else on this floor but us and the receptionist," Terry said as she moved over to Bennett's chair and sat down. "What do you know about the Christmas Party?" "Not much," Emily answered as she sat in one of the two large chairs in front of the huge desk. "It's at Mr. Bennett's house and I heard rumors his parties get wild." "Uh huh," Terry grinned. "How would you like to see the costume we have to wear? I was just going to try my on." "Here?" She said looking around. "We're alone silly," Terry smiled. "I'll show you but you have to try yours on when I do mine." "I guess so," Emily said. She definitely wanted to see what it was. She watched as Terry moved to a bunch of boxes by the wall and looked down inside until she picked out a wrapped package. "Open it up but don't tear the paper because I don't want him to know we tried them on." She tossed Emily the small package and pulled out the one with her name on it. Both took their time opening the paper and Emily sat back when she saw how tiny the red dress was. It had white furry trim like a Santa suit as well as a very low cut neckline and a very short bottom. "I can't wear this," Emily said. "I'll bend over just a little and they will see my panties." "You have matching panties," Terry giggled as she held up her red thongs also with white lace trim. "Oh my God," Emily said. "My husband will never let me wear this." "Let's try them on," Terry giggled. "Is there a matching bra?" Emily asked as she looked again into the package. "Nope, I guess that means braless," Terry giggled. She pushed the small button and they both watched the door close behind Emily. Terry stood up and unzipped her dress. "But we will have to get naked to put this on," Emily said blushing when she saw Terry's black semi-cup bra and matching panties. "We are both girls," Terry giggled as she pulled her bra off and pushed down her panties. She stood naked waiting for Emily. "But the windows," Emily said trying to find a good way to get out of this. She looked at Terry's hard nipples and turned away. "The windows are shaded and no one can see in," Terry said smiling as she moved over and pulled down Emily's zipper before she knew it was happening. She saw the beige bra and the top of her matching beige panties. "You are going to have to wear it at Bennett's party so why not wear it now?" ***** Bill Bennett was sitting at his home watching the monitor showing him his office. He normally kept an eye on his office by a signal sent to his house as well as his airplane. He was about to turn it off when he saw Terry and another young woman walk in to it. He put down his ham sandwich and smiled when he saw them sitting at his desk. A quick turn of the volume gave him a good view and an opportunity to hear what they were saying. He again picked up the sandwich and ate it while the two women talked about the Christmas party. He did not recognize the other woman but figured it was someone who worked for him on the lower floors where Terry came from. He made a mental note to discipline her for bring the woman in his office and then leaned forward when Terry told the other woman about the costume. As she walked to the boxes he picked up his phone to call and stop her until she tossed the other woman the package and told her to put it on. "Damn," he smiled as he sat back down and watched. ***** "Can I just leave my bra and panties on?" Emily asked when she felt Terry unsnap her bra. "No, we have to see what they will see," Terry giggled. She pulled the bra away and stared at two of the finest breasts she had ever seen. They were like two white rockets pointing outward with two pink nosecones. "God, you are really stacked." She pushed down the panties over her white buttocks before Emily could grab them. "Turn around." "I can't believe I'm doing this," Emily blushed as she turned and showed the other woman her nakedness. Her hand tried to cover her light blonde bush. Terry and Bill Bennett were speechless when they saw her nearly perfect body. Her breasts had zero sag and long hard pink nipples and her stomach was so flat leading down into her yellow pussy mound. They watched Emily grab the red thong and pull it up her thighs and over her peach fuzz. She quickly pulled the red Mrs. Santa dress over her bare tits and lowered it down just below the red triangle of her thong. "I wished I looked that good," Terry said as she pulled the red thong over her shaven lips and then the dress down over her thong. "Do you think he will want us to do things with other men?" Emily asked as she walked to the window to see her reflection in the shaded glass. "Have you ever been with another man than your husband?" Terry asked as she moved next to her. "God no," Emily said. "I could never have sex with anyone but Tim." "Haven't you ever fantasized about doing it with someone else?" Terry knew that when she worked with Ron that she wondered a lot how he would be in bed. "I guess so," she said with Ron's face in her mind. "But, all people do that right?" "I'm sure Ron wants to fuck you too," Terry whispered. "What? No, I didn't say I fantasized about him," Emily quickly replied as she leaned over slightly and saw the pink of her buttocks. "You don't have to because I know you do. Remember I had your job before you. What if Ron kisses you next weekend? Are you going to be able to stop him?" "Kisses me?" Emily said feeling faint. "Will there be kissing?" "I can't say because Mr. Bennett will fire me," Terry grinned. "All I can say is be ready." "Oh God," Emily said as shepulled the dress up over her head and pushed down her thong. She quickly ran back to the desk and grabbed her panties and bra. While she put them on she realized how damp her pussy was. Just the thought of kissing her boss and had to think about something else. "I better get back downstairs." "I'll wrap your dress and panties back up," Terry said. "Don't tell anyone what I showed you." The rest of the afternoon was rough on Emily because every time she saw her boss she imagined being in his strong arms kissing him. At 4:00PM she went into his office to ask if she could leave early. "Sure, are you alright?" Ron asked. He had noticed she was acting different around him. "Actually, I'm feeling a little light-headed," she said starring at his lips. She closed her eyes and felt the room spinning. A few seconds later his fingers grabbed her arm and led her to the sofa across the room. "Sit here and let me get you a drink," Ron said as he moved quickly down the hallway to the water cooler. He moved back into his office and told her to lie down. Emily did as he said without any concern about her short dress which had moved dangerously up her hot thighs. "Here take a sip," he said while sitting next to her which caused his hip to push against her own. As his hand moved the cup to her mouth she looked into his eyes as her lips opened. The rim of the plastic cup touched her lower lip causing shivers up and down her spine. "Do you want me to call for the company nurse?" "No, I'm feeling better," she said as she tried to sit back up but his strong hand pushed down gently on her shoulder. It lingered there for almost fifteen seconds until he slowly pulled it away. "Stay there for a few more minutes just to make sure you are alright," Ron said as he looked down her wonderful body. When her eyes closed he peeked at her thighs and up under her dress to see the edge of her beige panties. He grinned when he saw a few blonde tendrils curling out from under the elastic. "Mr. Holmes, have you seen Emily?" Terry asked as she entered his office. She froze when she saw the two of them on the sofa with him leaning over her body. "Yes," Ron said smiling. "She wasn't feeling well so I had her lie down for a while." Terry grinned as she looked into Emily's eyes. The shy girl was not so shy after all. Terry watched as she pushed down her dress which meant she didn't care if Ron could see under it. "I have your costumes for the party," Terry said as she put the four packages on the small table in front of the sofa. "I could give you a ride home if you are not up to it." "I'm OK," Emily said as she tried to sit up but Ron's closeness caused her to stop and plop back down. "Good idea," Ron said to Terry. "Can you give her a ride back to work tomorrow morning?" Terry thought for a second. "Actually I have an errand to do for Mr. Bennett tomorrow morning." "I think I know where you live," Ron said. "I can pick you up." "Good idea," Terry said before Emily could reject his offer. "Let's get her to her feet." Terry and Ron grabbed her arms and gently pulled her up. She stood unsteady and allowed Terry to guide her out to her desk where she got her purse. On the ride to Emily's house Terry laughed. "I think he has the hots for you." Emily opened her eyes. "Do you think so?" "God yes, he knows where you live and when I came into his office he was looking up under your dress. You did that on purpose right?" "No, of course not," Emily said not really sure. They pulled into her driveway and she saw her husband's car. "Tim will not let me wear that dress to the party," Emily said. "Are you sure?" Terry grinned. "He may do it as long as the other women are wearing the same thing." "He gets mad when I wear this dress," Emily sighed. "How about I come inside and we can both model the dress for him?" Terry had met Tim a few times and thought he was cute. Emily was about to say no but she wanted to go to the party so bad. "Do you think it will work?" "Oh yeah," Terry laughed. She turned off her car and they moved inside with the packages. "Honey! I'm home!" Emily yelled so he wouldn't walk out in his underwear. "Terry is with me!" Suddenly he dashed out from the kitchen. "Terry.......hello," Tim said smiling. He too had appreciated Terry's ass. "Hi Tim. Emily wasn't feeling very well so I brought her home." "Are you OK?" He asked his wife. "Yes, I didn't eat lunch today," she said smiling. "We got our costumes for the party today and Terry and I are going to try ours on. Can we model them for you?" "Definitely," he grinned. "Do you have mine too?" "Yes, but I don't know what it is," Emily said as she tossed him the package. "We will go up to the bedroom to put ours on." The two women giggled as they ran up the stairs. Tim ripped open his package and saw a green vest and red tights. "That's it?" He said out loud. He had never worn tights in his life and the vest would barely cover anything. He took it up the stairs and saw the master bedroom door closed. He knocked. "Honey I'm not wearing this costume!" He yelled. "If you don't wear yours we will not wear ours!" Emily yelled back. She and Terry were stark naked and standing behind the door. If he came in he would see everything. Tim grinned. "OK, but I warned you!" He moved into the other bedroom and closed the door. He stripped off everything and sat back on the bed and tried to pull up the tights but they were too tight. Plus, he had the biggest boner in quite a while. He twisted and turned on the bed until he finally got them up over his muscular thighs and then over his hard-on which he had to push to the side to get it underneath. He pulled on the vest and looked into the mirror. "Holy shit," he exclaimed looking at the shape of his hard cock. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. "Are you ready?" Emily asked. "Are you?" Tim laughed. "Yes," she said as she cracked open the door and peeked inside. She slammed the door. "You are not going to believe what the men are wearing," Emily whispered to Terry. "Let me see," Terry said pushing her aside. Before she could stop her Terry pushed open the door and the three of them were frozen when they saw each other. "Oh my GOD!" Terry exclaimed when she saw his hard penis pushing out the tights. "Shit," Tim said seeing his wife's bare legs all the way up to the bottom of the Santa dress. "Are you wearing anything under it?" "Yes," Emily giggled as she pulled it up over the red thong. "Me too," Terry grinned as she did the same. "There is no way you are going to wear that," Tim said firmly looking at his wife's crotch with her bush bump low on the vee. "If I don't wear it we can't go to the party," she said with a sad look on her face. "All the women are going to wear the same thing and you will get to see them too." "But........," he started saying until Terry turned around and slowly leaned forward which caused her dress to rise up over her wonderful buttocks. "I guess it will be........alright," he said mesmerized by Terry's pink cheeks with the red thong strap splitting the middle. "Goody!" Emily giggled as she ran up to and jumped into Tim while pushing him down onto the bed. Her mouth found his and her tongue dashed into his mouth. Tim's fingers moved under her skirt to cup her soft ass. Both had forgotten about Terry who was now leaning back against the door frame smiling. Little innocent Emily was about to fuck her husband while she looked on. Emily reached between their bodies and grabbed onto his hot stick. Being naked in Bennett's office and being with Ron on his sofa had overflowed her passion bucket. She pushed the tights down over his hard-on and aimed it up at her tiny thong. "Emily..........Terry is watching," Tim whispered. He had never seen his wife so out of control before. "I've got to have it inside of me," she moaned as her fingers pulled the thong to the side enough for his swollen tip to push into her dripping folds. Terry couldn't believe it when Emily pulled Tim's cock out or when she exposed her pussy. She moved slightly to the left to see his penis push up into the blonde hairs before disappearing into the pinkness. Even Tim forgot about Terry as he humped his hips up and down, up and down. "OH BABY!" He moaned. He didn't last very long but it didn't matter because Emily was cumming. "OH YES!" She screamed. "AHHHHH!" Tim moaned when he released his white fountain deeply into her. They both collapsed and then remembered Terry. When they looked around she was gone. "Do you think she saw us?" Tim whispered. "Yes," Emily giggled. ***** Terry couldn't wait to get home to fuck her husband after watching the two young bodies going at it. She ran into the front door and when Matt came out of the living room she jumped into him until he fell down on the hallway carpet. "FUCK ME!" She yelled. "NO WAIT!" Matt cried out as she unzipped his fly. "What's wrong?" She asked knowing he loved the spontaneous sex. He looked over her shoulder which made her look behind her. "Hello Terry," her mother said grinning. ***** "Are you sure about this?" Tim asked Emily for about the fifth time as they lay in bed later that night. "I mean what if things happen that involve other people at the party?" "I've never been with anyone other than you," she whispered. "Haven't you ever wondered how it would be with someone else?" Tim had told her he was a virgin when they married as well. "Well........yes....but we are married." "It's not cheating since we will know about it," she said as she moved up against him. "We don't have to go all the way." She thought about Ron again. "What is happening to you?" He asked as he kissed her on her forehead. "You want me to come out of my shell," she said. "So I'm doing it." "Not all the way out," he thought as they tried to get to sleep. The next morning Tim left for his job early which meant Emily would be alone when Ron came to pick her up. He was supposed to be there at 8:30AM so she took her time showering and putting on her makeup. She was in her slip, panties and bra when the doorbell rang at 8:10AM. "Shit, he's early," she said looking into the mirror. She grabbed her thin purple robe and ran down to the door. "You're early." "I know," he said. "I didn't hit any traffic on the way here." He peeked at her robe which was clinging to her body. "Uh.....come in and wait until I get dressed," she said with a nervous smile. She moved to the side and allowed him in the house. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "Sure," he grinned as he followed her down the hallway to the kitchen. "What do you think about those costumes?" His wife Jamie was even hesitant about putting hers on. "I still can believe Bennett wants us to wear them. How did you like the red tights?" She giggled. "They were very uncomfortable," he said remembering how his hard-on was in pressed down so hard. As Emily reached up to get a cup from a high cabinet her robe move up as well until he saw the bottom of her panty-covered butt. Under the Mistletoe "Why don't you model your costume for me now?" he asked knowing he was crossing the line. "Why Mr. Holmes," she grinned. "Are you making a pass at me?" She turned to show her hard nipples pushing out the front of her robe. As she leaned across the table to put the cup in front of him her robe opened and he could see down to the top of her bra. "That wouldn't be allowed," he grinned as he sipped the hot java. "Except at the party." "What about your wife?" She teased as she moved around the table until she stood next to his chair. She peeked down at his raised tent in front of his slacks. "I'm sure she will be too busy to notice." He answered. "Terry said there will probably be some kissing," she whispered as she leaned downward as if she was going to kiss him. "What if we kiss?" As his lips moved upward she jerked back and giggled. "You tease," he grinned as he grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his hard-on. "Don't," she whispered very low and not convincing. She didn't pull away this time as his lips pressed forward onto hers. Her eyes closed and her body went limp as his tongue licked across her closed mouth. She teased him some more by keeping his tongue out for about fifteen seconds before she pushed the tip of her tongue out for him to taste it. A few seconds later her tongue moved completely out into his mouth and then retreated for his to do the same to hers. They broke their mouths away to take a breath and then did it again. "We've.........got to .........go to work," she whispered when they broke their lips apart again. He only smiled and pulled her mouth to his again. A minute later she pushed him back. "We can't do this." Before he could kiss her again she jumped up and away from him while brushing her hair back from her face. "Stay down here while I go get dressed." She giggled as she ran from the room. Emily didn't hear him running behind her and thought she was safe until her bedroom door flew open and he stood looking at her in only her slip and underwear. "Excuse me but this is my bedroom." She smiled. He walked slowly towards her and she retreated backwards until her legs touched the side of her bed. "Stop," she said weakly. Ron smiled as he leaned forward with his mouth and touched her lips again. Their tongues met again and their mouths opened wide. His hands pulled her scantly covered body into his and then moved down to cup her soft ass. She pushed him back again. "The party is next week. We have to wait." She wanted so much to strip off his clothes and fuck his brains out but knew they had to wait. She grabbed her dress from the bed and ran into the bathroom. This time she locked the door. When she came out he was gone. "I'm glad you calmed down," she smiled when she walked into the den where he was sitting on the sofa. Suddenly his hand moved to her leg under her dress and shot up under it. It pressed into her damp covered pussy before she could stop him. "RON!" She screamed while jumping back from him. "I don't want to do this." "I think you do," he laughed as he rubbed his damp fingers together. "Maybe I do," she grinned. "But we have to wait." She turned and grabbed her purse. "Let's go to work." He reluctantly followed. ***** "So who is that other woman you brought into my office yesterday?" Bennett asked Terry after he had called her into his office and closed the door behind her. "I don't know what.....," she started saying. "The office has cameras," he smiled. Terry sat down. "Her name is Emily. She took my place when I moved up here." "What did you tell her about the party?" Terry realized he could have overheard their conversation. "Only that there may be some kissing." "Good," he said while looking at his watch. "I have a 10:00AM meeting so that only gives you thirty minutes." "Thirty minutes for what?" She asked. "To give me a blowjob," Bennett laughed as he moved to the large sofa and sat back. A few seconds after closing his eyes he felt her fingers pull down the zipper and pull out hi shaft. He wished it was that Emily woman but knew he would make sure to meet her at the party. The only question was if it would be the blue or red berries. "Oh yes," he moaned when Terry's tongue flicked across the lip of the crown. ***** The trip to work was also an adventure for Emily because every time they stopped at a light Ron would reach over and touch her body somewhere. The first time he touched her leg and then her breast. "Are you going to be like this all week?" She asked as she left his finger on her breast toying with the hard nipple until the light turned green. "Yes," he smiled. "Let me go in first," Emily said. "No use to start any rumors." She looked all around the car before leaning over and kissing his lips. Ten minutes later she was sitting in her cube when he walked in. "Good morning Mr. Holmes," she said smiling. "Good morning Mrs. Thomas," he grinned back at her. It was an hour later when Emily was in the copying room when she heard the door close behind her. Before she could turn around she felt hands on her waist and then warm breath on the back of her neck. "Uh......excuse me.......but this is my machine," she giggled. She felt his hard-on pressing into her ass. "I can't get any work done," he whispered. "All I can think about is you." His hands moved under her arms and cupped her firm breasts. "This is too dangerous," she moaned. She too could not get him off her mind. She pushed back from the machine enough for her to turn and look into his blue eyes. "Is the door locked?" "Yes," he answered. Her mouth moved to his and their tongues danced together again. "I want to fuck you," he whispered when their mouth separated. "Ron, don't say those things," she giggled while he pushed his thigh between hers and rubbed it back and forth across her pussy mound. Before she knew it she was about to climax. "Stop, I'm going to.........OHHHH!" She moaned when her body exploded. Her pussy rubbed up and down his muscular thigh. Finally her breathing slowed and she pushed him back. "This is too dangerous. We could both lose our jobs." She turned and smoothed down her dress hoping there was not a wet spot. "Now stop thinking about me." "Wait, what about me?" he asked as she grabbed her copies and walked to the door. "Why Mr. Holmes. I'm a married woman." ***** Emily stayed clear of him the rest of the day and got a call from Terry around 5:00PM. "Are you still dizzy?" Terry asked. "Yes," Emily said. "How much did you see last night?" "Pretty much everything. You don't mind do you if I spend some time with Tim at the party?" "That's up to him," Emily said smiling. "So what is going on with you and your boss?" "Just work," she said lying. She turned and looked at him through his office door and saw him looking her way. They both smiled. ***** After another night of wild sex with Tim, Emily walked into the office early to get caught up on all the work she had put aside. The office was empty when she heard footsteps and before she could turn saw a hand put a small wrapped present on her desk. She turned to see Ron's smiling face. "What is this?" she asked suspiciously. "Just a small appreciation from your boss for all your hard work," he answered. She hurried to get it open and when she opened the box inside she gasped. A diamond necklace sparkled in the morning office light. "Are those real?" "Yes," he grinned as he leaned forward for a kiss. Emily pushed her chair back until it hit hard against her desk. "How dare you give me this? I'm not your whore." She snapped as tears formed in her eyes and she threw it at him before running down the hallway to the ladies room. "Fuck," he said looking at the diamond necklace lying on the floor next to the box. He picked it up, stuffed it in his pocket and ran to the restroom. As he got to the door another woman walked out. "The men's is over there," she snarled at him. Ron turned and retreated to his office. Fifteen minutes later Emily called him. "I'm going home," was all she said before hanging up. She was gone before he could get outside his office. He waited to give her enough time to get home and called. When she answered he said, "Emily I'm sorry." She hung up. The next day she called another woman in her group and told her to tell her boss she was still sick. When she called in on Thursday Ron decided to go to her house. When Emily opened the door he stuck his foot forward so she couldn't close it. She slammed it anyway and heard him yelled. "OUCH!" He hopped backwards and leaned against the rail until she opened the door again. "Are you alright?" She asked wearing her black silk pajamas. "No, my foot hurts," he said while taking off his shoe. "I think you might have broken it." "Come in and let me get some ice," she said leaving the door open. When she returned with a Ziploc bag of ice he was sitting on the sofa. "You deserved it you know." "I know," he said. "I was stupid." Emily realized her hair was a mess and she was not wearing makeup. "God, I look horrible." "You look beautiful," he said putting his foot and the bag of ice on the floor. "Will you forgive me?" "I shouldn't," she said not looking at him. "I was thinking about asking for a transfer to another job." "Why?" he asked. "If you want me to leave you alone I will." "That's the problem," she said holding her head in her hands while bending forward. "I don't want you to leave me alone." She pulled her head up and turned to look at him for the first time. "I don't want you to be my whore," he said seriously. "What do we do?" "Go to the party," she said moving over to him and pressing her quivering lips to his. They kissed deeply for a few minutes before he guided her onto her back and he moved on top of her. His gentle kisses on her neck and earlobe had her moaning and when his leg pressed into her damp pussy she bit his ear. "God, I want you so bad." "But we can't," Ron said taking a deep breath. "Until the party." "Right," she giggled as she rubbed her leg against his hard-on. He was definitely bigger than what she was used to. "Do you still have the necklace?" "Yes, but I'm not giving it to you because you are my whore," he said. "It's because all the hard work I do for you right?" She giggled. "Of course," he laughed. "I can't take this much more." He moved off of her and looked at the dampness in her pajama crotch. "Was that me or you?" "Me," she blushed. "But soon it will be you." She laughed as he almost ran to the front door. "I expect you to be at work tomorrow," he said on the way out. "Yes sir!" She yelled. ***** When Emily got to work the next morning Ron was no where around. She opened her desk to put her purse away and saw the small box that she knew had the diamond bracelet in it. "Now how am I going to explain this to my husband?" She wondered. Ron stopped by a few minutes later. "I'm glad to see you on your feet." "Are you?" she asked with a sly grin. "Stop," he whispered as he quickly turned and left. Later that morning he got an email from her that only read, "THANK YOU." "YOU'RE WELCOME." He replied back. Later that afternoon Tina Little stopped by Emily's desk to ask her about the party. "Are you really going to wear that tiny costume?" The young college girl asked. Tina was the new intern working in her department. "They invited you too?" Emily asked shocked because this girl could not be any older than nineteen. "Yes," she blushed. "I'll have to wear it under some other clothes to get out of my parent's house." "I don't Bennett will be mad if you don't go," Emily whispered. "I think there will be some fooling around going on." "I know," Tina grinned. "That's why I want to go." She winked and wiggled her tiny butt down the hallway. ***** Saturday finally came and most of the employees were highly stressed out as they tried to imagine what Bennett had planned for them. Ron remembered the nice money he got at the "Whores and Pimps" party and heard from others that they received new cars at another party he was not invited to. He walked into the bathroom that afternoon and saw Jamie in the shower shaving her pubic mound. "What are you doing?" He had asked her to shave it in the past but she had refused. "That thong barely covers my vulva," she said as she looked up at him. "I'm not going to be embarrassed by having my pubic hairs on display." "Women," he thought as he shook his head and walked back out. As he was pulling on his tights she walked out of the bath naked. "Damn," he said looking at her bald pussy. "You like?" She giggled as she opened her legs. "I'm speechless," he said. "No you aren't," she giggled as she pulled the red thong up over it. "You said something." ***** "Are you ready yet?" Tim asked impatiently downstairs. He had his tights on about an hour ago and didn't want to be late. "Yes," Emily smiled as she walked down the stair knowing he could see the red triangle over her already damp pussy lips. "Yummy," he said as she moved into his body. "Remember, we are not going to go all the way." "Right," she grinned. "If she knew Terry he would be fucking her as soon as Bennett said he could. "I hope we are not stopped by the cops," Tim said as they headed down the freeway. She looked over at the obvious shape of his penis. "You better hope it's a woman cop." ***** Terry arrived early to help set up the game and saw Bennett's wife in her little dress and thong. "Hello Mrs. Bennett." "Hi Terry, Bill has said so much about you." She leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I get to watch the cameras in his office too." Terry suddenly remembered being fucked on the big man's desk. "I.........uh...." "I enjoyed watching it," the older woman whispered. "Hello Terry," Bill said as he walked in wearing his much too tight tights. His thick shaft looked unreal under the material. "Here are the mistletoe berries," he said handing her four containers. "Make sure everyone gets one of each color and an envelope on what each represents." Terry picked up her envelope and read it: "The white berry means a wet kiss. The green berry means to touch all day. The blue berry means oral bliss. And, finally the red berry means to go all the way. The only one you may refuse is the red berry. If you refuse the red, green or blue berries you are out of the game and must leave the party. At midnight the berries will be tabulated and those who used all the berries will chose from a golden wrapped gift. Those not using a red berry but did not refuse another color berries shall select a silver wrapped gift. By the way, you may not exchange berries with your date or spouse." "Cool," Terry said. "How do we keep track of the berries?" "All the berries have coded computer ID chips and we will just scan them in the computer. A list will be generated about who did what to whom. I'll make sure to tell everyone that they must be honest or face losing their jobs." "He thinks of everything," Mrs. Bennett said to Terry. ***** Some of the more senior partners arrived first and Terry laughed to see some of the more out of shape men in the tights. A lot of them had to be ashamed of the small package they showed under the tights even one of the black VPs. Some of the women too had no business in the tiny dresses and Terry knew the thongs had probably already disappeared into their fat asses and pussy lips. She saw Ron come in with Jamie and immediately moved over to talk with them. "Hello ex-boss," she said peeking down at his six inch semi-hard bulge. "I guess there will be a whole lot less secrets around the office after this party," Ron grinned. He looked around for Emily but didn't see her. "She's not here yet," Terry whispered. Ron glanced at her wondering how much she knew. "So what is the game we are playing tonight?" He asked. "You'll find out shortly," she answered. "Don't get too far away." "I won't," he grinned looking down her dress at her soft pink braless mounds. Ten minutes later Ron saw Emily and Tim walk in. She caught his eyes right away and smiled. She definitely had the nicest body there. "Let's go talk to Emily and Tim," Ron whispered to his wife. Jamie turned, saw Emily and immediately got jealous. "Hi," Ron said holding his hand out to Tim while peeking down to see his penis measuring about three or four inches. "Maybe he was cold outside?" Ron wondered. "Hello," Tim smiled while checking out the boss's wife. She looked damn good. As they all greeted the others Bennett stood up on the hearth of the fireplace and rang a large hand bell. "DING-A-LING, DING-A-LING!" "Attention everyone! Welcome to the 2005 Bennett Holiday Party, dinner will be starting shortly so please start heading towards the dining area. After dinner you all are invited to participate in a festive game. I will give out the game instructions after dinner and if you decide not to participate you may leave however at midnight some very nice presents will be given to those completing the game. For now enjoy your dinner." Ron laughed and whispered to his wife. "There goes that carrot again. He hangs it out in front of our faces. If we want it we have to play the game." "You didn't seem to mind during the last game we attended," she grinned. Jamie had been scouting out the bulges of some other men at the party as well as Bennett himself just in case something stopped her from getting with the BIG boss. "True," he said as he quickly followed Emily and Tim into the dining area. The meal was fit for royalty. Anything you wanted was being served and an hour later they all were so full they wanted to rest however Bennett again rang the bell. "DING-A-LING, DING-A-LING!" Bennett stood in the middle of the room. "This game will require some very intimate acts with other people so if you are not up for that you may leave now." Ron looked around the room and saw about ten couples get up and leave. Most of them he recognized as staff support personnel and not lawyers or higher positions. They all knew their careers would be in jeopardy if they left. However there were a lot of nervous looks on many of the faces. He leaned over to Emily sitting next to him. "Are you staying?" "You betcha," she giggled as she moved her hand down and squeezed his thigh only inches from the tip of his shaft which was starting to move outward. After the ten couples left about 20 couples remained. "Terry will pass out the envelopes that contain Mistletoe berries of different colors. Each person will get 2 white berries, 2 green berries, 1 blue berry and 1 red berry. Written instructions are included in the envelope that describe what each berry represents. When you give another person a berry and do what the instructions say that person must hold onto your berry and turn it in at midnight. At that time we will tabulate if you get a gold gift or a silver gift. Let me say now that there is a very big difference between the two gifts. Any questions?" "Yes," A short woman who worked in the finance department said as she raised her shaking hand. "Can we quit the game at any point?" "Good question," Bennett said. "You may quit at any time however both you and your spouse or date must turn in all your berries and leave the party. You will not be eligible for any gifts. Is everyone ready?" No one said anything so Bennett nodded at Terry to start handing out the envelopes. The first people to open the envelopes and read the instructions made shocked facial expressions and sounds. Whispering could be heard around the room as the envelopes were opened. Five more couples put down their envelopes and walked out. Under the Mistletoe "Holy shit," Tim whispered to Emily after they read the instructions. "Is this for real?" "Yes," she whispered back hoping he didn't want to leave. "It means we have to do at least oral sex to get a gift." "I know." "I don't want you sucking another man's cock," he whispered. "Tim, we said it was OK short of intercourse," she whispered glancing over at Ron who was smiling back at her. "Let's do the white and green berries and see if we want to do more." "Are you two OK?" Jamie asked Emily and Tim as she moved up to them. She knew Ron wanted to fuck Emily so she decided to go for Tim as well. She noticed his covered penis starting to expand while he thought of the possibilities. The music started playing in the huge den as well as out on the patio. "Uh.....yeah....I guess so," Tim said looking at Jamie's long bare legs moving up under her short Santa dress. "Good," she giggled. "Can I have the first dance?" Tim looked at Emily to see if it was OK. "Go ahead. You are now on your own." She peeked at Ron who moved up to her. "OK," Tim grinned as he took Jamie's hand and walked towards the den. "The patio," Ron whispered. "I was thinking the same thing," Emily whispered back as she took his strong hand and moved outside. People started pairing off and dancing while others moved to secluded places to talk at first. "Where is Emily?" Bennett asked Terry as they stood alone in the middle of the room. "I'm not sure," Terry lied. She had noticed Emily going outside with Ron. "Keep an eye on her for me and let me know where she is around 11:00PM," Bennett grinned. By then she will be ready for a red berry. "Who is that?" He asked looking at a very young girl with short blonde hair standing by the bar next to a young man. "That's one of your college interns," Terry answered. "Come on over and I'll introduce her to you." ***** "I won't break," Jamie whispered to Tim as they slow danced in the dim den area. She dropped his hand and put both hands over his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "So do you want to use a red berry or should I?" "Shit," Tim thought. "She wants me to french kiss her." He fumbled into the vest pocket and pulled out a berry but it was the red one. He looked at it in his hand and so did she. "Save that one for later," she giggled. She reached into his pocket and found a white one. "Let's use this one." Tim managed to get the red one back in the pocket just before Jamie's mouth moved up to his. He was shocked at first when her hot slippery tongue pushed between his lips but a few seconds later was giving her back everything she was giving him. They were panting when the song ended and their lips pulled away. "Whew," she grinned. "And, we have a lot of berries left." ***** "Don't you want to use some berries?" Ron whispered to Emily as their bodies swayed together on the brick patio. "We have time," she whispered as her leg rubbed against his shaft. If things go right it would be pumping in and out of her very shortly. She nibbled on his earlobe. "Shit," he whispered. "Keep that up and I'm pulling out the red berry now." She bit harder and laughed. As they danced they looked at the other four couples dancing near them and saw them exchanging red berries before doing open mouth kissing. He reached into his vest pocket and then put a red berry in her hand. Their mouths hungrily moved together as well as their tongues. ***** "Tina, this is Mr. Bennett," Terry said to the nervous girl. "I'm honored to meet you sir," she blushed as she saw his eyes roaming up and down her body. "This is my boyfriend Tommy." Bennett shook this hand and then took hers. "Let's dance and you can tell me all about yourself." Tina had seen the huge bulge in Mr. Bennett's tights and was in shock that they came that big. She had only had intercourse with Tommy and he was a lot smaller than Bennett. "Relax," he whispered as he pulled her tiny body into his. "This will be a night you won't forget." They moved together until he felt her body relax somewhat. "Let's go into my office and I'll show you something really neat." Tina's body stiffened and looked back at Terry and Tommy who were dancing real close across the room. She saw Terry hand him a berry and then saw their mouths join together. "OK," she said, very nervously. Everyone was so wrapped up in their own berry giving and receiving that they did not see the big man and small college girl enter the office and then the door close. "What...........did you.........want to show me?" She asked nervously. "This," he grinned as he reached down into his vest pocket and pull out a green berry. Tina quickly remembered that a green berry meant touching. "Don't we have to use a white berry first?" "Nope," he grinned as he pulled his tights outward and watched his long thick hard prick jump out at her. "I wrote the rules remember?" "Oh God," she said when she saw how huge it was. "Give me your hand," he said smiling. She did and he guided her tiny fingers to the side of his pole. "Open up and grab it." "There is not way something that big could fit into my pussy," she thought as her fingers tried to curl around it. She made it about half way around and squeezed it. He moaned. "Are you good with hand jobs?" He whispered. "Yes," she giggled as she started a slow stroking motion. He leaned back against the desk as the little girl jerked him off now with both hands. ***** MaryAnn held her husband Jim's hand tightly as they entered the huge house. A woman helped her off with her coat and she moved behind Jim as he led her into the main hallway. They had arrived late because she could not build up the courage to go but finally he talked her into it. "It will be good for you career," he had said but she knew he just wanted to look at and do things with other women. A woman walked up to them and handed them their envelope and explained to them what Mr. Bennett had announced to everyone else. She quickly opened the envelope and gasped. "We have to leave." "Let me see it," Jim said grabbing it from her hand. "It's not that bad." "Oral sex is not that bad?" She whispered as she watched the various couples kissing. She had not even given him a blowjob and now he was saying it was OK to do it to other men. Jim saw a tall dark haired woman at the bar. "Let's just play it by ear and see what happens," he said as he took his berries and moved away from her. "Jim!" She said upset. She saw the restroom and pushed the envelope holding her berries in her dress pocket and moved quickly inside. If need be she would lock herself in there all night. Elaine Brogan saw her sexy little secretary come in with her hung husband and wondered how long Mrs. Innocent would last before bolting out of the place. Her partner was already on the prowl looking for another woman so she moved over to the door and gently knocked. "MaryAnn open up." She did it again and then saw the doorknob turn and the red-eyed girl look out at her. "Are you OK?" "No," MaryAnn whispered. Before she could stop her Elaine moved inside and closed the door behind her. "You poor thing," she said as she put her arms around her and pulled her soft breasts into her own. "You can't stay here all night. Let me take you somewhere where it is safe." "Thank you," MaryAnn whispered as she followed her boss outside and down the hallway. Elaine stopped her. "Is that your husband?" She looked across the den and saw Jim kissing a tall woman. "Yes." "It didn't take him very long to use a berry did it?" "No," she said angrily. "Let's go." They turned and moved up the long staircase. "In here," Elaine said moving into the master bedroom. A huge bed sat on one side. "Sit here by me." She put her arm around the younger woman's back and pushed her short brown hair off her forehead. "Men are assholes." MaryAnn leaned her head against Elaine's soft shoulder. "There is a way to get back at him." MaryAnn glanced up at Elaine and saw her holding a white berry. "I've never...." "Shhh," she whispered as her soft lips lowered to the young girl's. Her tongue licked gently into MaryAnn's tightly closed ones until they parted and welcomed it inside. After about a minute of deep kissing Elaine moved her lips down her chin and neck to the top center of her chest. As MaryAnn's body fell onto it's back Elaine pulled the dress down over her shoulders and then over her nice round breasts. "Elaine........." she whispered when she felt her boss's lips moved lower to the end of her nipple. "Here is a green and blue berry," Elaine giggled when her lips sucked in the hard tip at the same time her fingers moved up under the skirt and pushed under the thongs. She found quite a bush under there before discovering MaryAnn was completely turned on. "Why you little tramp," Elaine giggled while pulling down and off the thong. MaryAnn's legs opened wider and wider as the older woman's tongue and lips moved up to her curly nest. "OHHHH!" MaryAnn cried out when the tongue flicked against her raised clit. She forgot about Jim kissing the other woman when the long hot and rigid tongue pushed down into her honey pot. She held the head and tongue in place as she raced to the finished line. "Please don't stop," she whispered when the mouth pulled away and moved up to her own. This time it was MaryAnn the aggressor as her mouth opened and jabbed her tongue into Elaine's. She knew enough to push her fingers down the top of her lesbian's bosses thong and into her shaven pussy lips. "Tell me what to do." "You are doing just great," Elaine whispered. She worked her own dress down over her boyish breasts before guiding MaryAnn's lips down to one of the hard buds. She moved back and forth between the two nipples until Elaine's fingers pushed her head down over her navel. Elaine felt her thong being lowered as the girl's tongue moved south until she raised her hips when the tongue pushed into her wanton folds. "Are you sure you never did this before?" She asked. "No," MaryAnn giggled. She moved back as Elaine moved up onto the bed next to hers in a 69 position. "I know," she giggled when she opened Elaine's legs and again tasted her sweet nectar. Elaine did the same to her. ***** Jim looked around for his wife as the older taller woman led him to the sofa in the corner. He had seen her go into the restroom which was good because he could play around some before she called the game off. The woman Connie that he was with was a great kisser and like him had never played around with anyone else. They moved to the sofa and he handed her a white berry this time before they kissed hot and heavy for about five minutes. "Can I touch you?" She whispered as she pulled out a green berry. "Oh yes," he whispered. As she unzipped his fly he glance over at the restroom door and saw it was open which meant MaryAnn was not in there. "Surely she isn't playing the game," he thought as Connie pulled his hard cock from his boxers. "It feels so different than my husbands," she giggled as she explored his girth and lower onto his balls. "Can I taste it?" She whispered while handing him a blue berry. "Definitely," he grinned as he prepared his mind for his first blowjob. "Sure, she isn't going down on another man," he thought. "OH GOD!" He cried when Connie's experienced tongue and mouth swallowed him whole. ***** Tim and Jamie exchanged another white berry and after that one they were ready to go to green. "Let's go find a private spot," Jamie whispered. Tim followed her out of the den and into the kitchen area. Some of the workers grinned at them as they moved out the kitchen door and onto the edge of the patio. They stopped when they saw their spouses kissing while dancing only about fifteen feet from them. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" Jamie asked. "No," Tim answered as he watched his wife frenching another man and rubbing her body against his. At first he was jealous but then realized he was also excited. He pulled Jamie back behind a corner and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a green berry. "You are getting a feel for this game aren't you?" Jamie laughed as she took the berry and put it in her dress pocket on the other side from where she had her berries. "Well what do you want to touch?" "I can touch anywhere right?" he asked with a smile. "Yes, anywhere you want," she answered. Tim's hand dropped to her bare thigh and immediately pushed up under her tiny dress until he found her damp thong stretched over her pussy. He pulled it aside and rubbed his fingertip into her bald pussy lips. "Ohhh," She moaned. "You don't waste much time do you?" As he rubbed all around it and up over it he realized it was shaven. "No hair?" "Is that a problem?" "No," he laughed. His finger curled enough to move up into her dripping channel until he found her G-Spot. "Oh TIM!" She cried out. ***** "What was that?" Emily asked when she heard her husband's name yelled by someone. Ron looked towards where the sound came from and saw the back of a man's body near the corner of the building. "I think its Jamie and Tim," he said to Emily as he pulled her off the patio and out near the pool behind some bushes. Ron moved behind her until his hard-on pressed against her ass. "Look, he's fingering her pussy. I owe you a green berry." He said as he moved his hand under her dress and around to her navel. She sucked in her stomach as he tickled down the tiny blonde hairs leading down to the top of her thong. Her eyes closed when his fingertip moved under the red thong and down into her soft yellow fleece before touching into her moist slit. "Oh Ron," She moaned softly. She forgot about Tim and turned around. He kept his fingers exploring her dampness as she reached down into his tights and pulled out his hard shaft. Ron also forgot about Jamie and looked behind them to see the Gazebo. "Let's go over there." She held onto his hard-on as they took baby steps to the shelter. "Back here," he said moving to a bench that was shielded from anyone on the patio. He grabbed a hold of the bottom of her dress and lifted. It moved up over her red thong and then her fabulous breasts. "Oh my God!" He said seeing them naked. She giggled and pushed down her damp thong. "Hurry." Both sets of hands removed his vest and then his tights. They stood naked looking at each other. "Why don't we just have some fun and figure out the berries later?" He asked as his body molded in hers. ***** "Where did Tina go?" Tommy asked Terry as he looked around the room. "Do you really care right now?" She whispered as her fingers moved down between their bodies until she discovered he was definitely a man and not a boy. "Noooo," he moaned. He looked around to see if anyone was watching them and smiled when he saw an older man's hand down the top of a young woman's dress. He had to be touching her bare breast. He thought it was just touching until he saw some movement back in the corner of the room on a black leather sofa. A woman's blonde head was bobbing up and down on another man's lap. "Shit," he said. "Let's go find a bedroom," she whispered. They moved upstairs and opened the first door and saw Mrs. Bennett lying naked on the bed with another naked body between her legs. "Sorry," Terry giggled as she started closing the door. The man's head turned and she saw her husband's face. "Hi honey," she giggled. "Where they........?" "Fucking? Yes." Terry said as she moved further down to a bedroom with the door open. "And, now it's our turn." She put all of her berries on the table. "Let's see how many we can use." Tommy watched as she pulled down her thong and removed her dress. "I'm.......not very experienced," he said nervously. "You will be before you leave this room," she chuckled as she pulled his tights over his hard-on. It was not as big as Bennett's but it was bigger than her husbands. Now all she needed to do was teach him how to use it. After he was naked she moved him onto his back. "First we do this." Her mouth engulfed his shaft and a few seconds later he climaxed. She swallowed and continued to suck and lick. He never got soft so she smiled as she moved her face away and then climbed on top. As his hard prick moved up into her dampness she slapped him hard on his face. "SMACK!" "If you cum before me I'll hit you again." His cheek burned as her body rose and fell on his prick. Normally he would have climaxed by now but she had scared the shit out of him. "OH YEAH!" Terry screamed as she rode him. She twirled her hand over her head like she was breaking a bronco. "RIDE EM' COWBOY!" Tommy's prick was ready to empty his second load but his mind stopped it. Finally she screamed and pushed her body down tightly against him. "I'M CUMMING!" "Good," he smiled as he let go the flood gates. "Oh man I hope Tina keeps working at this place." ***** "I wasn't sure if you did that?" Ron said to Emily as her lips clamped onto his hard tip. She smiled and pushed her tongue out in small circles around the pre-cum. "Am I doing alright?" she giggled. She was correct that Ron's penis was about three inches longer than her husbands. She opened wide and then pushed her lips down almost to the bottom before pulling it back up very slowly until it popped off the top. "Ummm," Ron moaned. His back was down on the hard wooden bench but at the moment he could take the discomfort. ***** Tim had Jamie ready to cum when she whispered. "Let's go out to the gazebo." She had remembered it from the last party as well as the pool house which had some sofas inside. They ran holding hands and stopped suddenly when they entered the gazebo. There on the bench were their naked spouses with Emily's lips moving up and down on Ron's long hard shaft. "Oh my," Jamie said. She tried to pull Tim away but he stood frozen. "Let's go into the pool house." "No, I want to do it here," he said as he moved over next to them. "Do you mind if we join you?" Emily almost fell from Ron's body when she heard her husband's voice. It was as if he had caught her cheating even though oral sex was agreed upon. "TIM!" She moved back but didn't let go of Ron's cock. "Don't stop," he grinned as he pulled Jamie over and jerked down her thong. He moved her onto her back on the adjacent bench and quickly pushed his lips and tongue into her bald pussy. "Ahhh," Jamie cried out as she looked at her husband and smiled. Ron smiled back as Emily resumed her snack. Bennett's parties were the best. The temperatures of the four bodies rose and rose until they all wanted the same thing. Emily moved her mouth off and wiped her lips before walked over and whispering in Tim's ear. "I want to fuck Ron." "But.......," He started to say until Jamie grabbed him under his shoulders and guided him up between her moist thighs. "And he wants to fuck me," Jamie said looking into his passionate filled eyes. "Don't you." Her fingers guided his prick to her opened folds. They all looked at his hips to see if they would drop. They did. "YES I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" Tim screamed as he sank the shaft into her dark well. Emily giggled as she ran back over to Ron and straddled his hips. "And, that means I get to fuck you!" Her tight pussy squeezed its way down over his swollen tip until it moved deeper than a penis had been before. "It feels soooo goooood!" The sound of the four bodies slapping together could be heard as far as the patio but no one heard them because the three couples remaining were also fucking. One man was sitting on a chair while his secretary bounced up and down on his lap. A black woman was on her hands and knees while the eighteen year old mail boy pounded his flat ivory stomach against her flabby ebony ass. Under the Mistletoe ***** Bennett let the young girl get used to his weapon before he pulled her hands away. "Take off your dress." Tina's eyes glowed with excitement as her trembling finger pulled the dress off her small shoulders. She released it down her arms until it fell at her feet. She blushed as he looked at her tiny breasts and small cherry tipped nipples. "The panties." She put her fingers into the waist band and stopped for a few seconds before pushing them down and off. She smiled when she stood naked before him. "How old are you?" He asked seeing her tiny beasts and the small patch of fur between her thighs. "Nineteen sir," she said as he removed his tights and vest. "Have you ever had oral sex?" "No sir," she said. He pulled a blue berry from his vest. He didn't have to tell her what it meant. Tina moved up to him again and grabbed his penis. She looked at the large purplish crown above her hand and slowly leaned downward with her tongue out and her eyes closed. Her hand guided the manhood to her tongue where she tasted a man for the first time. "That's it," Bennett moaned as her mouth opened as wide as it could and even then had to force the huge crown into her lips and teeth. "I definitely have a job for you after college." ***** Emily pushed down and looked down at his pink prick getting smaller and smaller as it disappeared up into her heated oven. A few weeks ago she wouldn't never thought that she and her husband would be fucking another couple side by side. From the angle she could see Jamie's inner folds moving out and back with each stroke of Tim's penis. "So that's what I look like," she thought. She dropped to the bottom of his pole and squeezed her inner muscles until Ron opened his eyes and gasped for air. "You like that?" She asked as she did it again and again. His hands were everywhere on her body. They moved down her shoulders over her hot mounds down her smooth sides and under her quivering stomach. He rubbed against her swollen clit and heard her gasp for breath. "Do you?" He laughed. "OH YES............NOWWWWWW!" Jamie cried out when she climaxed. Ron and Emily looked over and smiled as Tim went right behind her. He only grunted as he emptied his hot pocket into her. "You ready?" Ron asked Emily knowing he couldn't hold out much longer. He kept rubbing and pushing up and down into her. "Almost.....," she said feeling the ignition sparks about to hit the dynamite. "ALMOST.........A LITTLE BIT.........MOREEEEEEEE!" The night air was shattered as she screamed and pounded her pussy up and down for more pleasure. "Thank god," Ron thought as he grabbed onto her hips and let it go. ***** "I'm ready to go again," Tommy whispered to Terry who had collapsed next to him on the bed. "To be young again," she giggled. "I would love to but I have some other berries to give away." She kissed him and jumped off the bed and quickly dressed. "What do I do now?" He asked as she walked towards the door. "Go and distribute some berries," she giggled. "And some more seeds," she thought. Terry moved down the stairs to try and find out where Bennett had taken Tina. She moved around the various bodies on the floors and furniture touching, sucking and fucking each other. She saw the office door closed and knew. She didn't knock before she cracked it open and saw Bennett's large body leaning back against the desk and tiny Tina's body leaning over it. She moved in without making a noise and stopped when she saw the girl's lips bulging out from her bosses thick log in her mouth. "Having fun?" She said as she moved next to Tina. "Terry!" Tina gasped when her mouth popped off. "Don't stop," she said as she took Tina's head and guided it back down. She looked at her boss. "Do you need anything?" "Yes, find Emily for me," he said smiling. Terry turned and left the room. ***** "What do we do now?" Emily whispered to Ron. "I would like to go see what's going on in the house," he replied. "It might be dangerous," she whispered wondering if other men would proposition her. "I'll be with you." They quietly dressed and left their naked spouses still locked together. They made it to the patio door when it flew open and Terry looked out. "Bennett wants to see Emily." "Oh GOD!" Emily said holding Ron's hand tighter. She remembered how huge he was. "What does he want?" Ron asked. "He's with Tina right now so I'm not sure. But, I would advise you to come if you want to keep working at Bennett's firm." "I'll go with you," Ron said smiling trying to calm her down. They followed Terry through the scattering of naked bodies into the office. Terry was surprised when she saw Bennett sitting behind his desk wearing his vest. "Where is Tina?" She asked. "Back here," a soft voice said from across the room. They turned to see Tina wearing her Santa dress. "Did you want.....to see me.......Mr. Bennett?" Emily said nervously. He looked at Ron. "I'm glad you are here. Yes, Emily I have some berries for you." He grinned wondering if she would run from the room or not. "Mr. Bennett," Ron injected. "She does not have to take the red berry." "Is that your choice Emily?" He said as he stood up from the chair. Emily moved back when she saw he was not wearing tights and his huge hard-on pointed out at her. "Yessss............," She whispered seeing it in all its glory. He laughed. "However I'm sure you will take my green and blue berries won't you?" "I........uh.....," she stopped and looked at Ron knowing she couldn't refuse. "Yes." "Good, come on over here and have some fun," he laughed. "Come here Ron." "No thanks," Ron said thinking he meant for him to touch his ram rod. "Don't worry I don't swing that way," he laughed. Ron walked over and Bennett whispered in his ear. "I've been impressed with your work so far in my company. Do you think you could go over and fuck Tina for me?" Ron turned quickly and saw the teenager smile and then looked at Emily's nervous face. He knew Bennett's plan and couldn't stop it. Ron moved aside as Emily walked slowly towards Bennett and his scud missile. "Don't give in," he whispered as she walked by him. Ron moved backwards to Tina and Terry as he watched Bennett pull off Emily's dress and lean forward to suck in one of her long hard pink nipples. He heard her moan and knew she was lost. Meanwhile Terry and Tina pulled him back on the sofa and quickly removed his tights. As Terry stroked him to hardness Tina pulled off his vest. He looked over at the desk and saw Emily's panties moving downward and then Bennett's fat fingers moving under her stomach until one of them moved across her dripping pussy and into her ass. He tried to stand up but Terry pushed him back down. "She will be OK," she whispered. "First I want you to fuck me and then Tina." He tried to resist but when Tina stripped next to the sofa he was lost. "AHHHH!" he moaned when Terry dropped her moist cunt down onto his shaft. His fingers curled around that wonderful ass he had looked at for over two years. Meanwhile Tina lowered her mouth to his and he forgot his name. Emily panicked when Bennett's finger pushed up into her tight anus. She grabbed his thick wrist to pull it out when his other hand moved a finger into her tight pussy. "OHH!" She moaned being invaded in two places at the same time. His strong arms lifted her whole body up almost a foot from the floor. She was going to call out for help from Ron when she turned to see Terry's pussy sliding up and down his hard-on. "Please," she moaned as he rubbed his thumb across her hard clit. "Please what?" He asked. "You want me to quit?" "Yes...........no............NO DON'T QUIT!" "I think Ron has stretched you and moistened you just enough," Bennett whispered. "Do you want to accept my red berry now?" Emily looked down over her breasts and the huge tower of power beneath her. "It's too big." "That's what Terry thought," Bennett whispered. His thumb rubbed some more and his fingers fucked in and out of her ass and pussy. Ron opened his eyes and saw Emily's body off the floor with Bennett's fingers implanted in her two holes. He tried to move again but this time it was Terry's body moving off and Tina's tight pussy moving on. He again forgot his name. "Last chance," Bennett whispered as he lowered her body to the floor. He pulled the red berry out and held it in his hand. Ron saw Emily reach out her hand to Bennett's and knew what she was taking from it. He watched as he moved back on his desk and she slowly climbed up on her hands and knees until her beautiful blonde pussy was poised above his giant pole. "No....." he whispered as she dropped down and stopped. He thought that she would stop once she realized how big he was but she didn't. Her legs opened wider and he saw the large tip disappear. She groaned but didn't stop dropping until she was implanted on it. "Emily..." he whispered as Terry's lips found his while Tina fucked him brainless. "You like it now don't you?" Bennett asked with a grin at the young woman now moving slowly. Emily couldn't talk so she just smiled and nodded her head. Her body had relaxed enough for her to move faster and faster just like she had done on Ron before in the gazebo. She knew now that Tim would never be enough for her anymore. ***** Tim and Jamie moved back into the house and smiled. Most of the guests had shed their clothing and were all standing around or sitting naked. A few were in the act of fucking or sucking but most were just sitting and talking. Jamie looked at the clock and saw it to be 11:00PM. "We have another hour," she grinned as she moved away from Tim. She had to find Bennett. "AHHHHHH!" Emily screamed when she felt her dam burst and her body exploded. The pain that was caused by his huge penis had turned to immense pleasure. "I'M GOING TO...................................CUM!" Bennett held onto her hips as she finished and then lifted her off. He saw that Tina was still fucking Ron. "Don't forget the red berry," he whispered to Emily as she climbed down off the desk. His plan was for Ron to loosen and dampen up Tina's pussy for him like he had done Emily but she was still rocking and rolling on him. Just when he thought he was going to rest the door opened and Jamie Holmes smiled at him and his hard red pecker. "There you are!" She giggled while quickly removing her dress and panties. She didn't even see her husband with Tina and Terry as she moved to the desk and pushed him backwards. "It's get even time," she said as she mounted his prick. "Fuck," Ron said when he saw another body on top of Bennett. "Who are you fucking now?" He thought. He closed his eyes until he heard his wife's voice. "You animal! Fuck me with that huge cock!" "I'm cumming!" Tina cried out. Ron held on until she quit moving and lifted her off. He started to stand but another body took her place. He looked up to see Emily again. "Hi," she giggled. "I thought you wouldn't want me again," he said as she moved her lips down to his. "No chance," she giggled as her somewhat sore pussy pumped up and down. ***** Tommy moved into the kitchen to get a drink and saw an older woman pulling out a beer from the large stainless steel refrigerator. "Can I have one of those?" Mrs. Bennett smiled at the young teen. "Are you old enough?" "To drink?" He laughed. "Sure." "Not drink....," she said as she handed him the can of beer. "To fuck?" Her fingers jerked down his tights and pulled out his still hard dick. "Let me know if you think so after we are finished," he answered as he popped the top off. She moved him to a chair and moved her thick thighs up on top of him while he took a sip of beer. "Tell me you will slap me if I cum before you." "What?" She asked. Her hands were now on his shoulders pushing up and down. "You heard me bitch!" He said as he smacked her right buttock really hard. "SMACK!" "Do you know who I am young man?" She gasped. "Yeah, you are my bitch." He said taking another drink of brew. ***** "OH GOD MR. BENNETT!" Jamie cried out when she was about to reach her zenith. Bennett knew his Viagra was wearing off and knew the night was almost over. He had to finish her so he would have something left for the college girl. "Cum for me," he whispered. She did. "OH!, OH!, OH!," she cried out when her pussy caught fire. Emily was now moving very slowly on top of Ron. Their lips were locked and time had stopped for them. They heard the fucking stop on the desk and figured it was over until they heard a female's voice again begging for pleasure. They both looked over to see little Tina's tight pussy sliding down Bennett's shaft. "I'm his set up man," Ron whispered to Emily. "And a good one at that," Emily moaned. They moved and touched for how long they didn't know until they realized they were alone. "Was it worth waiting for?" Emily asked after they had finished. "Definitely," Ron answered as they found their costumes and got dressed. He looked at the clock and saw it was five minutes to midnight. "Do you have the berries I gave you?" "Yes," she replied when she felt into her dress pocket. "Do you have mine?" "Roger," he laughed. "Let's go see what our gifts are." They hurried outside and saw Bennett looking at his wrist watch. "That's it. Make sure Terry has the berries you received." Most of the guests had already handed in their berries and Ron and Emily were last in line. Terry smiled and entered their names and scanned in their berries. They gathered with their spouses and waited for Bennett to get the computer printout from Terry. "OK!" He yelled. "It seems only one couple didn't use a red berry so they get to pick out a silver gift. MaryAnn and Jim Roberts." They all clapped as the two newlyweds blushed as they walked to the huge Christmas tree and selected a silver wrapped gift. "And, now the rest of you may pick out a golden gift. One per couple." He laughed as the crowd rushed to grab a golden package. "What is it?" Tim asked his wife as she ripped off the golden wrapping paper. Inside of that box was a long thin box. She pulled it open and saw an envelope. She smiled as she opened it and saw the check. "$50,000!" Emily yelled. It was almost twice her starting salary. Someone else yelled the same amount and then again they all heard $50,000 being yelled. All the gold packages had the same amount of money. "Hey, we got $10,000," MaryAnn Roberts said smiling while holding up her check and looking over at Elaine who was hugging her partner. As she hugged Jim he whispered. "Did you really go down on another man?" "No, of course not," MaryAnn said truthfully. They all took the time to thank Mr. Bennett and as Ron kissed Mrs. Bennett on her cheek he whispered, "It was you wasn't it?" "What do you mean?" She asked with a smile. "You recommended me as his set-up man." He knew she must have remembered his size after the other party. "I'll never tell," she grinned. Ron and Jamie walked Tim and Emily to their cars and kissed before saying goodbye. Both couples used their tongues. "I guess I'll see you Monday morning," Ron whispered to Emily as she moved away from him. "Count on it," she giggled. ***** Emily was late for work on Monday when her car wouldn't start. After AAA came and jumped her dead battery for her she raced to work but was 30 minutes late. She noticed Ron's door was closed so she walked into her cubicle and saw Terry standing there. "I have some really good news for you," Terry grinned. "What?" Emily smiled. "You've been promoted to the sixth floor." "But..........," she turned and looked at Ron's door. "Why?" "Mr. Bennett really likes you," Terry whispered. "Your salary will more than double." "Oh my GOD!" She said wanting to jump up and down. Then she stopped. "I don't want to leave Ron." "Ron will understand," Terry said. "Come on and let me show you your new office and introduce you to your new boss." Emily hesitated by Ron's door but Terry pulled her away and to the elevator. "My salary will more than double?" She asked Terry again as they watched the numbers click away above the door. "Yes," Terry answered as the door open. Emily moved into the plush executive floor and saw right away it was a new world. "You office is down here," Terry said while leading her down a long hallway. She stopped by a nice size window office. "This is mine?" Emily giggled. "Who am I working for?" "Come on and I'll show you," Terry said pulling on her arm. She knocked on the door next door and opened it. "Here is your boss." Emily smoothed down her dress before turning the corner. She stopped. "RON?" "I told them I didn't want the job unless you came with me," he said as she ran over and jumped into his arms. Terry quickly shut the door. Their lips met and meshed for almost a minute. "You two have to be careful doing that in here," Terry said. "You know how lawyers are." She laughed and left them alone. "I don't know what to say," Ron said smiling as he held her against him. Emily giggled, reached into her pocket and then opened her hand. Ron smiled as he took the red berry. "Now?" "Yes." ***** Finis Note from Slickman: A lot of you have asked for me to continue the Bennett parties and since Literotica was asking for a Winter Holiday story it fits. So when you are standing under some mistletoe this season look and make sure the berries are white. Happy Holidays. Please vote and send me an email....Slick. Under The Mistletoe I was home for the holidays. It was very cold and snowing outside. Inside my house, it's very decorated, warm and toasty. I sat on the sofa, talking with family and friends on the phone. They looked forward to seeing me on Christmas day. While it very cold outside, I was thinking warm thoughts and that's when I began thinking about Kevin. I dreamed of feeling his large hands all over me, his lips kissing mine, and his firm, hard body against my soft, curvy body. Then, I heard a knock on my door. It was my boyfriend Kevin. I let him in and his arms were wrapped around me in a warm, welcoming hug. He was so happy to see me and I felt the same way about him. He noticed the mistletoe under the front door and he kissed me softly. We went into the living room and sat on the sofa. He told me how nice my house looked for the holidays. We talked a little more. Then, he looked into my eyes while his hands were on my face and kissed me again, only this time it was deeper and longer. While we were kissing, his hands moved lower to the small of my back. We took a breather as Kevin slowly took off his navy blue sweater, showing his buff bod. He pulled me close to him and began kissing my neck. I smelled the scent of cologne, which smelled like Cool Water mixed with musk and Spark for Men. I gave out a present for him. He opened it and it was dark blue silk pajamas. He loved my gift and kissed my lips again. He went into the bathroom to change into his pajamas. A minute later, he walked into the living room, wearing my Christmas gift to him. I said to Kevin "You look very sexy in those pajamas." He said to me "I love my gift. Thank you. I can't wait to make love to you in these, baby girl." I giggled and said, "Well, you don't have to wait any longer." and I walked up to him and passionately kissed his lips. We continued kissing each other's lips as we go into my warm, sensual, candlelit bedroom. When we got into the bedroom, Kevin noticed another mistletoe, only this time it was over my bed. He held me in his arms as we lay on the bed with his body gently on top of mine. Then, he slowly removed my soft pink velour off-the-shoulder sweater from my body. I began taking off my stretch jeans until they were off my hips and legs. I was wearing my turquoise lace cami and boy short panties and Kevin thought I was the most beautiful and sensual woman he has ever met. I feel his large hands caress my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kiss and my hand touched his body. His skin was very smooth to the touch like the silk in his pajamas. I looked into his green eyes. I felt his fingers running through my hair. His lips were kissing my neck while my hands were going up and down his back under his pajama top. He carefully removed my camisole from my body. His lips lowered to my breasts sucking and kissing them while his hands were cupping them. Feeling his lips kissing my body was turning me on. I quivered and softly moaned as he continued kissing me all over. His lips moved lower to my belly. While kissing my body Kevin was whispering sweet nothings to me, telling me how beautiful I am, how sweet I smell, and everything. He pulled me up into his arms and kissed deeply into each other's mouths. While we kissed, I ran my fingers through his dark hair. I slowly removed his pajama top from his upper body while kissing his neck. We held on to each other as we laid down. I was on top of him, making a trail of kisses from his lips to his abs. Kevin reached out his hand to touch me and with one long stroke he caressed my hair and face all the way down to my leg. I gently laid my body down on top of his and we rolled over till I was on my back. Kevin sat on his knees beside me, tracing my panties with his finger. With both hands he carefully removed my panties. He was drawn to my "scent". He softly licked and sucked on my hot womanhood, tasting my female nectar. His mouth felt so warm down there like it did on the rest of my body. He came back up to my mouth before going inside me. Then, he looked into my eyes as he slowly and deeply went inside me. Kevin held me close while going in and out of me. We were calling each other's names. Our orgasms washed over us as he laid on top of me. We held each other in my bed while snow was still falling outside. Kevin was getting up and putting his silk pajamas back on when he told me he has a Christmas gift for me. I sat in my bed with a smile on my face. He came back with a small box in his hand. I opened the box and it was a silver necklace with a diamond heart-shaped pendant. He said to me "I'm crazy in love with you. Merry Christmas." I reached out to him and gave him a hug. Something tells it's going to be a great Christmas. THE END Under the Mistletoe You are pouring yourself a coffee; you sense someone behind you but you don't turn around but wait expectantly; closing your eyes and unbuttoning your blouse by the two top buttons, making your collar loose and revealing a little of the flesh of your shoulder. A set of lips softly touch the exposed left shoulder, two hands embrace you and cup your breasts and begin to rub the sides slowly back and forth along their outlines through the fabric; you can feel a hard pressure against the crack of your ass, you push slightly back to feel it even more. The lips move to the middle of your shoulder, then to the soft spot between your shoulder blade and your neck. You feel the warm spongy texture of a tongue tracing the outline of your neck up to your ear lobe. You try to reach behind to feel the firmness with your hand but it's pressed into you. You can't but help give a shudder as you feel the hardness start to slowly move side to side, rubbing its mass across the denim, seemingly desperate to wipe the fabric that's keeping it away from its goal away. The hands move from your breasts and down your sides to your waist, slowly pulling your blouse out of its trappings of the jean captor. The warm of the flesh slowly traces from your earlobe to the nape of your neck, along the outline of your neck and then to the base of your neck and blade. You feel two hands moving the bottom of the back of your blouse up past your mid back to your bra strap. The pressure of two lips distract you from the gently fingertips tracing the outline of your bra and then another on the edge of your shoulder. The pressure on your ass disappears but you aren't disappointed; through the thin fabric of your blouse you can feel hot breath moving down to your exposed skin of your back. You shiver slightly when you feel the initial touch of the moist warm of the tongue on your right side just below your strap; you take a sharp intake of breath as you feel the two hands reaching around and the friction of the fingertips sliding up and down your inner thighs, each pass moving deeper, closer to the zipper of your jeans. The combination of the hot breath and the moistness of spongy flesh sliding along your and then down the middle of your back, inching slowly closer to the top of jeans makes you give an involuntary spasm of your quickly awakening pussy lips. There is a kiss on the left waist, a kiss on the right side of your waist and a long kiss in the small of your back -- with a quick flick of the tongue into the barely exposed crack. You can no longer resist, you open your eyes and turn around and see nothing, you no longer feel nothing except for the wetness that's slowly seeping through the front of your jeans.... "Hey! What cha doing? Doesn't look like you're doing invoices?" I heard your voice boom out from directly behind me, taking me out of my lazily typing fantasy, I hadn't even heard you enter the damn office, let alone come and stand right behind me. As my eyes shot up at your smiling face I gathered that you had been there long enough to read my little slip of concentration. It was five in the afternoon on a almost spring-like Christmas Eve; once again we were the only ones working still -- the advantage of being single in the boss's eyes -- we didn't have family expectations to balance with what had to be out on the twenty sixth, so no morally sound reason for us to not have it done. One would have expected us to be friends or at least on friendly terms in our similar situations, but we weren't. The reality was that we were both junior assistant managers waiting for the boss to name who would get the empty vice presidental position that had opened up two weeks earlier. Overtime wasn't a cooperative effort, it was a competitive one, one that I planned to win and then rub your face in it as I sent you for coffee; which I knew you would do to me if you got it instead of me. I had slacked off for the past two days on purpose just so I could take advantage of working late that night, otherwise I'd have to contend with the neighbors asking me over for a festive drink and another introduction to one of the quickly slimming line up of available women in town. Not that anyone would be interested in me any way, I was considered a distant emotionally unavailable egotist who cared more about the bottom line than human relations -- and that was my mother's nice opinion of me, my acquaintences just called me an asshole without the expansion of reasoning. I didn't know why you were working though, I would have figured the Queen of the heartless bitches would have been out stealing Christmas presents from the orphanage or at least setting fire to the Salvation Army Santa's beard, but here you were, deciding that you were going to be my own personal lump of coal. Lucky me. "Actually," I said, "This is private code for more bracing angles to that sweet little thing in the warehouse." You snorted, "ya, like that would happen -- unless she's into necrophelia." I growled. So I hadn't had a date for a while, neither had you -- I pointed that out and you bent over closer and with sweetly dipped words of dagger keeness whispered, "True, but when I'm called a dickless wonder it's not because of a genetic short-sightedness -- it's a choice." I could feel my cheeks reddening slightly; not from you reading what I had written, or the slur against my manhood but more from the pleasant sensation that the smell of your body caused to run from my nostrils to my brain: red licorice and mocha coffee -- what the hell was going on in my head? You were dressed in that non-descript grey blouse that hid your breasts to the point of non existence and knee length skirt that revealed not even a slightest of hints that you were even a woman; hell you even had your hair cut short and almost spiked to give you an androgynous look just in case the boss thought the position in the higher offices were 'men's work'. You wore almost no make up, though with your rounded baby-ish looking face, make up would have made you look like a nine year old hooker. I must have been over worked to let me even consider you as anything but a man eating shark and I quickly dismissed the notion in my head that I wanted to be the man you were eating. I hated when just the spirit of a season made me think that I was missing something and would settle for anything, especially something as repugnant as some slitless wonder like you. I closed the word program that left only the invoice excel sheet exposed on the screen. "What do you want, anyway? Trying to sabatoge the numbers?" "Hardly," was the answer, "You do that quite handily all on your lonesome. I just figured since you aren't quick on the draw and I'm going to be here a while longer making sure you don't change my work..." "Like I would do that," I choked out through bared teeth, "I can count past ten." You rolled your eyes and gave my shoulder a soft reassuring pat, "And one day I hope your dreams will come true...but what I came in for was to see if you wanted a hoist of eggnog to this..." You looked around my office dramatically, "Magical season of togetherness and harmony....and because if it doesn't get drunk the smell of that shit will keep us out of here for a week." I didn't want to but as you swayed a bottle of rum around my face, I decided that I couldn't see the harm in one drink. I followed you out into the main receptionists area and saw that you had already had the carton of eggnog out and two long stemmed crystal wine goblets out on the desk. "Pretty classy," I popped out with, "Considering the company." You gave a shrug as you poured a little rum into each goblet. You then poured the eggnog and finally said, "Well, it is the season for illusions. Here you go." You handed me a goblet and and as we clinked our goblets together you added, "Eat my shit and die." "I would but the smell would remind me too much of you," I returned and we both drunk the filled goblets down quickly, neither of us taking the eye off the other. "Another?" I thought for a moment, I had all the time in the world, what would another eggnog hurt? Besides if the only reason you were here was because you were a paranoid cunt, then I even had more time to waste. "Sure, what the hell." You nodded and the next goblet was half and half. The third was half and half, but after than, it was a thimble of eggnog and after raiding the boss's private stock, a premium rum replaced the left over bottles from the office party that you had found initially. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost ten. One more and then back to work, I couldn't believe that it had been almost five hours that we had wasted just drinking in silence. Suprisingly, you suddenly spoke something other than 'another one'. "So..." you said drawing the 'o' out in a manner that suggested that whatever you were about to say was going to lead to a response that would immediately bore you but you were forcing yourself to ask anyway. "Who's the poor woman you're writing to?" I took a long slug of my now straight rum goblet and answered, "No one. Why? Jealous that I may actually have a sex life or that I have an imagination?" "Hardly," you droned, "I just couldn't figure out what any woman would see in your sorry uncreeative middle management ass, that's all. So it's for your own pleasure, is it?" "I don't need to fantasize," I quickly retorted and spat out before I could stop myself, "I awake up, jack off, shower and I'm good to concentrate the whole day. Getting off isn't about pleasure, it's about getting the itch out of the way so that I can concentrate on the day. I write that shit so I don't have to conjure something up when I only have twenty five minutes to shit shower and shave before I'm out the door." "And that's why you'll lose this promotion to me," you said prefunctorily. "Oh really, and how's that?" It was your turn to take a large drink before you answered. "I don't masturbate until I get home at night -- that little restless in my pants makes me work harder so it doesn't overtake my thoughts. Plus I don't need to think of anything to get off, it's just something to be done and I get a full nights sleep." "Gee, it's almost ten, you must really be fighting down the itch," I said sarcastically, "It must be utterly devestating for you to be here with a twit like me." "You read my thoughts exactly." Enough of this shit, I thought to myself, and finished my drink and told you that I was going to get back to work. You said it was about time I moved my lazy ass, I went to raise my head and shout why the heavens had forsaken me when I noticed what was directly over your head: A mistletoe. "Well, well," you said as you followed my eyes with your own, "Mr. no attention escapes my attention finally notices. But now the question is, what does a ballless wonder do about a woman standing under a mistletoe?" I hesitated, and you took that to mean that I was considering actually kissing you. Just to add insult to injury for my reasonable lack of enthusiasm you put your hands to your cheeks and said through puckered lips, "Or do you need to go home and practice on your pillow?" I struggled with my conscious for but a mere moment; in the end deciding that humoring you would be more expedient to getting the fuck out of here if I didn't have to listen to your chides of chicken shit or worse. I leant over and gave you a peck on the cheek. "What the fuck was that," you sneered, "that was about as festive as kissing your granny after she's eaten too much fiber. Show me that you have a set on you...or are you all words and no action?" I put my hand on your neck and exerted little bit of pressure to pull your head towards mine; neither of us blinked but looked into each other's eyes, unwilling to let the other see any weakness. At the last moment I closed my eyes when my lips touched yours. At first our mouths just touched with the lightest of feeling against the other for a couple of seconds and then parted for a second and then back together again, this time with a little bit more force. I let my tongue slide out and brush against your lips, circling them, tasting your essence of eggnog and rum and feeling the texture of someone who had a tendency to bite her bottom lip. Your lips parted and your tongue snaked out into my mouth, exploring deep. I brought my tongue and let them collide as each explored the others territory. It seemed like an hour before I broke from your lips and let go of your neck. "Now what do you think about that," I said more rhetorically than questioningly and went to walk away with a smug sense of satisfaction. Apparently you had different ideas, you gave a sharp blast of air that I imagined lifted your bangs off your forehead. "Knew you were all talk." I stopped and turned back around, you were still standing underneath the mistletoe, you're arms crossed and a slight bemused look on your face. "Excuse me?" You shrugged your shoulders and commented, "I just figured that since you could type like a stud, you could certainly do it...I guess what they say about those who can't become teachers is the same for people who write." "Oh, I can back it up, babe," I snarled back and then just looked at you as you moved your hands to your hips and spread your legs apart a little, stretching the fabric enough to have it tight against you; it was the first time in three years that I could tell that you weren't hiding a bulge. I came and stood toe to toe with you and put my left arm around your shoulder and brought my mouth to hers again, this using my arm to brace you from pulling back and kissed your lips hard, gnashing my tongue violently against yours. I wasn't even aware that my other hand had moved to our blouse and had popped one of the buttons to bring one of your breasts out. My hand first cupped it and stroked it with my palm back and forth. A moan escaped from your lips; despite your disinterested demeanor, you liked it...from me. My hand moved to your nipple; it was hard and enlarged. I rolled it in between my fingertips, feeling the hardness and resisting the urge to pop it from it's bra and take it in my mouth. Your breath was coming in gasps now and I could fell your heart was beating like a hammer through my shirt. I let my hand down to unpop the buttons on your blouse, you made no effort to stop me but your hand began to follow the hardness in my suit pants with your finger tips. Once your buttons were undone I moved my hand to your stomach and made circular patterns with my finger tips up and down and along the sides of it. I stopped just short of your skirt top, just skimming the skin just underneath. Then I broke my hold and stood back, partially to cool my own irrational passion and to piss you off. I didn't realize that you had closed your eyes but once you figured out that I wasn't teasing, they opened up and a faint glimpse of lust was replaced with your usual non-plussed stare. You let out a mock sigh and said, "If you were as hot as you think, you would have kissed the right set of lips in the first place. I guess you just don't have the right stuff in you." "Oh, I have the right stuff in me," I snarled, "You wouldn't believe how much stuff I have in me right now." Damn, that didn't come out as I intended it to, and you knew it as you gave a little laugh to further spurn me on. "Well, there's no way in hell I'm going to kneel to you," I sniffed though the tightening of my pants probably were telling a different story. "And I'm not kneeling either," you retorted back, "So I guess you still are a poser." Now it wasn't just fun and games, this was war; I wasn't going to let my soon to be coffee wench get the better of me! I looked around and as if the heavens were watching spotted the solution. I reached up and grabbed the mistletoe and your hand and told you to come with me. I took you into the boss's office and as you stood there I took the bear skin rug that was hanging on the wall off and laid it on the carpeted floor, then got a chair and hung the mistletoe directly over the rug. I gave you a nod and said, "there." "There, what?" you asked snidely. I waved my hand over the rug and said, "The solution to our power perception dilemma, if we're both lying on our sides, then we are even. We can kiss each other at the same time without having to decide who goes first -- it's all even-steven." "Even steven," you said with your usual condescending tone, but then a hint of warmth infused itself into your tone as you said, "You can be amazing sometimes." I gave you a smile and a wink, "I am, aren't I?" "No, but I figured I should at least try to have some of that fake holiday cheer shit -- now shut up and give me a real fucking kiss." "Merry Christmas," I said and moved you to the middle of the rug, with only a few inches separating our bodies. I leaned forward and kissed you, first tracing your lips with my tongue and then tenderly sliding into your mouth, I could sense your skin shiver from your unbuttoned blouse. I pulled you closer with my hand on the back of your neck again. My other hand slid your blouse off your shoulders and then I pulled down the cup of your bra so that your right breast popped out. I left your mouth and bent my head down and pulled your puffed nipple into my mouth and suckled it as you moaned. Your hands found my buttons and you quickly had my own shirt joining yours on the floor as you ran your tongue along my shoulder blade and neck. I took my hand from your neck and quickly unhooked your bra to allow your other breast out of its bound condition. The motion of your other nipple pushing itself against my own sizzled my nerve endings and I took it into my mouth, playing with the nipple I had just left with my slight brushing of my thumb. I opened my mouth wider to take more of your supple breast in. My hand moved around to your ass and with a slight tug, your skirt fell to the floor at the same time your hand had undone my pants button and my pants fell to my ankles, revealing to you that we may have shared one thing in common; the lack of underwear. My cock tip rested on your pubic patch as I moved my hips slightly back and forth, brushing my sac against your heated sex. You in turn ground yourself into my sac as our mouths found each other again and our tongues clashed. I could feel the cum beginning to boil inside me, I knew that if I didn't pull away now, in two minutes you'd be giving me a self satisfied smile and degrading me for still not giving you the intended kiss. I released my grip on your ass and stepped back, you looked a little angry but nodded as I swept my hand toward the rug in a gesture to lie down. We both laid down on our right sides, facing each other with our heads pointed in the opposite direction, your pussy was directly in front of me and my cock stuck out like a baton in front of your face. You looked at my six and a half inches and looked down to my face. "Be thankful that this is a mistletoe kiss," you said blankly, "If this was any other day I won't of even stretch my skirt fabric for anything less than nine." You brought your leg up and brought your fingers to open your pussy lips wide, I decided not to respond to your attack because contrary to what you said, the thick syrup that gleamed in the office lights told me that you were not doing this merely out of the traditional kiss. To tease me, you inserted a finger into your hole, it slide in smoothly and when you pulled it out it made a slurping sound. I shot my head forward and sucked your flavour off your finger, the salty taste creating a want to make you cum and drink you fully that hit me full force -- something I didn't expect and fought with myself to bring my head back from your sucked clean finger. Under the Mistletoe You moved your head back and began to play with yourself, ignoring my throbbing cock in front of you. I wouldn't make the first move, damn it. I reached down to my shaft and began to stroke it in time with your own finger movements up and down those sweet smelling sensuous pussy lips. I didn't know if I could stop my interest from overtaking my stubbornness for you to initiate this mistletoe kiss, and after five minutes decided that I needed to initiate in order to feel your warmth surrounding me. This was it; I bent my head towards your hips, half thinking that his was where I would get a knee to the chin and my swollen cock bitten off, but I felt your hot breath grazing the very tip of my cock. I kissed and nibbled the soft skin of your inner thigh as you rolled your tongue along the circumference of my sac. I let my hands rove over your hips, ass cheeks and legs, giving licks and kisses around your pussy without actually tasting the flesh whose aroma made my own sex throb wildly. I finally brought my finger up to your hot moistness and traced the outline of your vaginal folds as I rolled my tongue after it; you responded in kind by gliding your tongue along my hardness and swirling it around my sensitive, pre-cummed tip. As I let my mouth fully touch your vaginal lips, you swallowed my cock deep into your mouth, your hands putting pressure on my ass and pushing my hips closer to your face. I should have pulled away, got dressed and walked away, I had fully intended to but your taste and the way your plump clitoris looked as I stuck my tongue into your hot hole put that thought to the very back of my mind. Soon I established that you loved my tongue run the length of your vulva slowly and then around the base of your clit -- you were kind enough to grind hard against my face when I did so. I couldn't get over how good your lips felt against my hardness, the softness of the caresses of my balls. Without even thinking about it, we were face fucking the other in time with the other's hip movements. I had no idea what the fuck we were doing, after all, we were supposedly both to be social pariahs; unable to feel any kind of emotion -- yet as what we were doing wasn't something mechanical or aloof. You slid a well-lubed finger into my rectum, I let out a surprised grunt and you withdrew your finger to the edge and circled the opening with your fingernail. Contrary to my reputation, I can take a hint; I moved my two fingers out of your sopping hole and traced your inner lining with my pinkie finger, getting it thick with your juices. Then I brought it out and slid my longer fingers back in and spread my pinkie until the droplets of your own excitement dribbled onto your anus and to slide my pinkie slowly back and forth, each time letting the tip penetrate your tightness a little farther. I started to get a rhythm going: as my tongue darted along the hood of your clit, my fingers and pinkie thrust in time, picking up speed with your moans you let escape through the lips that hungrily glided along my pulsating shaft. The furious finger fucking of your pussy and ass had made you regain your resolve to penetrate mine with your finger more forcefully, the extra sensations started to make my head spin. Your hips began to buck back and forth violently and a torrent of your lust splashed onto my hands and slickened my neck, I withdrew my long fingers and just finger fucked your ass and moved my lips down to your own vaginal lips and curled my tongue like a ladle to bring your taste into my own mouth. With every lap of my tongue into you, you quickened your pace along my length and the your hole thrusting. I could feel my cock pulsating against the sides of your mouth; I would be cumming soon no matter how much I wanted to resist and let you continue to roll your tongue along. I started to move my hips counter to your movements, you seemed to sense how close I was and you took your mouth off my cock and took your finger from my ass and began to stroke my member while you flicked my tip with your tongue. I groaned loudly as I felt the pressure and the cold draft hitting my tip, I couldn't take this, I had to cum and I had to cum so you could drink me as I had drunk you. I took my pinkie from your anus and grabbed the back of your head and thrust my hips forward to push my cock deep into your mouth. You didn't resist as you felt the waves of ejaculation flowing through and splashing onto the back of your throat. With your hand you began to rub my pubic hair furiously, the heat making me cum even harder. With every jettison, I found myself moaning, "baby." Even once I had dribbled the last bit into your throat, I didn't want my cock out of your mouth, and you made no move to eject it from you but slowly slid your lips down to the base and then back up to my tip, nibbling the flesh as you went along it. I took my hand from the back of your head and rolled onto my back, your mouth made a popping sound as my semi flaccid member resisted leaving the warmth of your mouth. You rolled onto your back as well, rubbing your pussy with your hand and murmering, "Oooh that was good," while I just relished to feeling of your cum rolling down my neck and dripping onto the carpet. "Merry Christmas, bitch," I said. "Merry Christmas, ass wipe," you responded, then added, "Now that was what I call a kiss under the mistletoe. Too bad there wasn't anything traditional for a fuck." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because I would really want to feel your cock inside my pussy," you responded. "And we simply can't because?" "A kiss is just a kiss." You answered. "A kiss under the office mistle toe means nothing -- no matter what kind of kiss it is. Anything else could lead to an awkward moment." Damn, you knew how to mentally fuck a guy up, now I really wanted to know if you were half as good physically. It didn't help that when I turned my head the sopping mats of your pubic hair gave of such a powerful aphrodesiac. I thought of sitting up so I could see your face, but I knew that I would swiftly move to mount you which you had just said wouldn't be happening. I had to know your reasoning though. "How so?" You didn't make a move to get up either as you with an emotionaless tone, "Because when it comes right down to it, to get the position I'm going to have to rip your balls off -- something I can't do if they're busy slapping my ass." I had to concede that was true -- for my part too, I'd have trouble ripping your tits off and shoving them up your ass if they were pressed against my chest. We could excuse this away to mistle toe, but anything else, it would be a little more of murky area to rationalize. I lay there for several minutes, letting my breath and heart rate begin to slow back to its ordinary pace with my eyes closed. I thought that maybe a fuck could be considered a sort of a mandatory office gift thing, I wondered if you had thought of that, maybe I should ask to see if we were on the same page but I didn't. I didn't want to look at you; partially for fear that you wanted more, partially for fear that you didn't. I heard you sit up and start to put on your clothes. "Come on," you said in a business-like tone, "We've got work to finish up so we can get out of here and to..." You couldn't finish the sentence with "our families"; we both knew that our Christmas day would be spent at our respective homes watching TV eating a microwavable turkey dinner with our rum and eggnogs constantly being drained and refilled until we believed our own lies of solitary bliss while watching Alister Simm's "A Christmas Carol" provided background noise... I opened my eyes, you had your back turned to me bent over, straightening out the front of your pleated dress. I looked up and smiled at the mistletoe that hung above me. I wanted to get up, grab my clothes but I just laid there and watched the little movements of your ass cheeks. My limp cock did a little hop. Maybe, I thought I could think of this Christmas like Vegas; what happens at Christmas stays at Christmas. You sensed that I was watching you so you turned around with a resigned, embarrassed look on your face, as if you wanted to just pretend this hadn't occurred. I don't know what exactly it was, whether it was my imagination or not, but I could swear that their was a glistening in your eye that made my decision for me. I stood up, grabbed the mistletoe and hung it over your head and gave you a little peck on the cheek. "You know, Christmas comes only once a year," I said as I leaned close to your quickly reddening ear lobe, "But that doesn't mean we have to." The edge of your lips curled up slightly as I waited for your response... Under the Mistletoe Carol had known Mike since high school. She admired him from afar through their formative years—even though she knew he was aware of her crush. Now that they were both in their mid-30s, she found herself once again lusting after him They literally bumped into each other at the superstore while she was shopping for Christmas presents. He was in town on business for a few days. They each exchanged numbers before going their separate ways. That was two days ago. She was no longer the shy, quiet nerd who rarely spoke in class unless called upon. Now she knew what she wanted and with a confidence she felt through and through, she punched the numbers into her cell phone and hit call. Carol laughed as she heard Mike's ring back song "Never Say Goodbye" by BonJovi playing. It was their class song in school and it made her smile. The smile turned into a giggle which turned into a full-blown fit of laughter. "Yo," answered Mike. "What ARE you laughing at?" "I can't believe you have THAT song as your ring back," said Carol. "Talk about living in the past. Speaking of the past, I was wondering if you'd like to come over and catch up on old times." "Sure," he said. "Just gimme your address and I'll be right over." She did and as she hit the end button thought he sounded just as eager as she to see each other again. Not wanting to look too eager and wanton, she had just a touch of makeup on, wore a pair of oversized loungewear that covered her large breasts. A smile crossed her face knowing she wore nothing underneath her clothes. Ding-dong went the doorbell and Carol's heart jumped in her throat. She walked to the front door and whispered, "Who is it?" "It's the big bad wolf. Don't make me huff and puff and blow this door in." It felt good to Carol to be laughing and joking with Mike. This is just what she had imagined them to be like in high school. He still looked practically the same—tall, dark and handsome. He had lost the curl in his brown hair and gained a few pounds around the middle, but he still made her insides melt after all these years. "Nice decorations," he said bringing Carol back to the present. He pointed at the colorful display of lights surrounding the top of the house and the many inflatable Santas, snowmen, and presents adorning her neatly manicured lawn. She motioned for him to come in and her wreath covered in ribbon and gold balls swayed against the door as he shut it. "Good Lord! Did the North Pole throw up in here or what?!?!" Mike noticed the inside was even more decorated than the outside. Carol's 7 ft. Christmas tree stood lit in front of the double windows in the living room and had at least 100 ornaments on it including the silver and blue accented ones. He also noticed she had many presents wrapped and ready for Christmas Eve. "What can I say?" said Carol. "I love this time of year...most of the time." Carol and Mike didn't get that much time to share all that had happened since that graduation day years ago. Carol didn't want to dwell on her bitter divorce two years ago on this night. "I was married for almost 10 years and became not-married two years ago," she said. "We didn't have any children but last year's Christmas was pretty rough for me. I decided it's no reason for me to not celebrate my favorite time of year." "Wow," said Mike. "I had no idea. I was married for a brief time right after college but it didn't last long and have been living as a happy-go-lucky bachelor ever since." "Nothing like getting all that mushy gushy stuff outta the way first," she said. "Let's sit down and see what you've been up to all these years." Mike told her about moving to Chicago and working as an engineer while Carol spoke of her life as a graphic designer. "Oh my goodness. I'm such a horrible hostess!" she said. "Would you like something to drink? I've got some wine, Bud light, diet pop, water or milk." "How about you break out the wine and we'll share a toast," he said. She brought back two glasses, the bottle and the opener and handed it to him. He made quick work of the cork and poured the reddish-purple liquid into each of the glasses. He sat back down on the couch and handed Carol her glass and raised his. "To us," he began. "May we find peace, joy and happiness during this festive season." "To us," repeated Carol. They clinked their glasses and began to drink their wine. "Now that I'm getting you all liquored up, I have a question for you." Mike nodded, having a pretty good idea what was coming. "You know I so wanted to be with you since like seventh grade," said Carol before pausing to take a deep breath. "Were the feelings only one-sided?" Carol felt all those insecurities she used to live with come to the surface and wasn't sure she wanted to know Mike's answer. Mike turned toward her and grabbed her face so she would have to look deep into his green eyes. "You know. I feel horrible the way I treated you in high school," he began. "I still remember seeing you in seventh grade English the day I transferred to the school. You're typical 80s teased up blonde hair, your deep blue eyes. Hell I even noticed the way you sat hunched over to hide your already blossoming large breasts. "I was such a pig though. I hate to even say it but I was afraid of what people would say about me if I were to have asked you out." Carol nodded. "I do understand. I know I was fat in high school and hell I'm even fatter now." Mike interrupted, "God woman you are just as beautiful today as you were then. I just wish I was man enough back then to say to hell with it and ask you out." "Thank you for being honest," she said. "At least I know I wasn't going crazy back then." Mike hung his head in shame after admitting one of his deepest secrets. It was Carol's turn to grab his face to where he had to look her in the eye. "What's done is done," she said. "Don't be ashamed and don't worry about it. It just wasn't meant to be back then. I wouldn't be the woman I am today had you asked me out." She took her hands off his face and rested them on Mike's knees. His sharp intake of breath told her he was feeling that same spark they felt in high school. He thought for a moment on what she told him. "You're right," agreed Mike. It was then he noticed over Carol's shoulder the green and white hanging from the ceiling off in a corner. "I think I'm ready for the tour of your Christmas explosion." He stood and held out his hand to help her off the couch. She walked to the entertainment center and pointed out each piece in her snow village. "I began collecting them in college," she said. "I try to get a new one each year. As you can see I have to put them up in two different places." He looked around and saw 12 glowing ceramic buildings. "This one is my favorite," Carol said point to the greenery business. It was ceramic but it also had a clear plastic side that showed the inside full of plants. "I think I like it so much just because it came with this sign that pops on and off." Carol pulled out the sign and pushed it back in. "You already saw my Christmas tree. Care to see the display on the wall over there," she pointed to the corner where Mike spotted the mistletoe hanging. Carol forgot about putting it up and was caught off guard when he stopped her and turned her around. He rested his arms on her shoulders and she had to look up to see his face. It was then she spotted the forgotten greenery. He looked up at the same time. Her heart began to race and she was afraid it would beat out of her chest. He looked back down at her and gave a half-hearted shrug before lowering his mouth to her waiting upturned one. Time stood still. Carol closed her eyes and waited for Mike's to meet hers. Just before his lips met hers, she felt his hot breath on her face. A sigh escaped Carol as Mike's lips met hers. When he deepened the kiss, Carol couldn't help but part her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and didn't even notice her hands moving ever so slowly back and forth. Mike grabbed the back of Carol's shoulder-length brown hair and pulled her even closer. He parted his legs and Carol slipped one of hers between them. She could feel just how hard he was through her pants and his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and had Mike not been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground. Their lips kept the silent assault on one another. Neither noticed they had slowly been stepping backward until the back of Mike's legs bumped into the couch. He fell back onto it and Carol landed on top of him. He shifted his hips so he could lie on his back. She moved and put her knee between his hip and the couch and put her other one on his other side. When she lowered herself down to kiss him, her mound met his shaft through their clothing and she couldn't stop herself from grinding on him. Mike closed his eyes and threw his head back from the torture she inflicted on him. Carol reached the bottom of her shirt and slipped it over her head, all the while continuing to press herself closer and closer to Mike. She reached down and grabbed his hand and brought one of them to her breast. His eyes flew open as he cupped it in his hand. He could see the pleasure on her face and squeezed it lightly. He reached with his other hand and grasped them both. She began to move her hips faster and faster on him and moaned. She could feel her muscles tighten and knew she was going to cum in her pants. Mike stared at Carol as wave after wave of her orgasm overtook her. When she could feel herself stop quivering on the inside she rose up slightly and unzipped Mike's jeans. "Raise your fine ass for me," she commanded. When he did she slid jeans and blue and green plaid boxers down just enough so she could reach his penis. "My god, you look good enough to eat," Carol said. Not giving Mike enough time to react, she lowered her mouth and brought it to the top of his shaft. She licked the juices on the top before putting her lips around him. "Oh yeah," Mike sighed. He grabbed Carol's head and helped her move her mouth up and down his swollen shaft. Over 15 years of suppressed desire for one other became unleashed with each flick of her tongue and suck from her lips. Mike began to raise his hips and met her mouth. She sucked him harder and faster, wrapping her hand around his balls. She could tell he couldn't hold out any longer and took him all the way into her mouth as he came. She drank thirstily from his sweet nectar, swallowing every last drop. She kissed her way back to his lips and gave him a quick peck. "You know. I think I'm glad we didn't do anything in high school because I have a feeling we both would have been fumbling idiots and both of us would have left feeling frustrated and unfulfilled." "I think you're right," Mike replied. "But I'm not ready for this to end. Let me return your favor." Carol's eyes lit up and she could again feel herself swell in anticipation. Mike rose from lying down and took off his boots and socks before swinging his legs off the couch. She grabbed his hands as he stood up—his pants falling to the floor. He stepped out of his jeans as he bent to kiss Carol. This time he put his hands on her hips and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband. He knelt in front of her and lowered himself as he lowered her pants. He paused at her breasts and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked and tugged slightly. She moaned and ran her fingers through his soft hair. He licked his way to her other one and did the same. He fell to his knees in front of her and pulled her pants the rest of the way down. He looked up at Carol and smiled when he saw she wore no panties. Grabbing her ass, he buried his head into her neatly shaven crotch and tasted the lingering juice from her last orgasm. Carol grabbed his shoulders for support when he his tongue grazed over her clit. He licked it up and down and when he stuck his tongue deep inside her, she cried out in pleasure. He felt her tighten on his tongue and tasted her fresh juices. Mike could tell Carol was getting weak from his assault and he helped her to the carpet. She spread her legs wide and Mike lay on his stomach in front of her. He touched her clit with a finger this time and Carol bucked against his hand. "So feisty. So full of life." When he slid his finger in, he lowered his head and began to tongue-fuck her clit. Her hips had a mind of their own and began bucking wildly against his face and finger. She grabbed the carpet and held on tight. Her breathing increased. She moaned and bucked. "Oh God I'm CUMMMMMINNNNGG" she screamed as she creamed his face. Mike licked and sucked. The more he tasted her the more he wanted her. He felt himself get hard once again. He got to his knees and raised her legs. With them resting on his shoulders he teased her with his head before he entered her hard. She felt so good wrapped around his penis he almost came. Once he had himself sheathed inside he stopped. He reached out and grabbed her hands and held on to them as he began to thrust deep within her. Carol again felt herself tighten and clinch on Mike's penis. She closed her eyes and felt herself explode—her release surging throughout her body. Mike plunged his penis harder and harder inside Carol. He felt his release moments before he flooded her with his juices. With labored breathing, Carol opened her eyes and looked at Mike. Looking up, Carol saw they were once again under the mistletoe. In barely an audible whisper she told Mike two words—Thank you. Under The Mistletoe The heavy wet snow was beginning to freeze on my windshield as the wipers struggled to keep up with the fierce attack of the approaching storm. Having lived in Colorado most of my life, I was used to it, but I was in unfamiliar territory. Had I made the wrong turn some miles back? I had no way of knowing. The few sign posts that were visible were now painted with a thick coat of frozen snow. Treeless fields that flanked either side of the narrowing highway had been harvested in late October. I should have waited until after Christmas to make this call, but being new to the job and wanting to impress my boss, I threw good judgement out the window. "I had plenty of time to get there and back before Christmas, and I had driven in snow most of my life," I had boasted. Traffic was light, most had better sense than to be out in this type of weather. The snow was getting deeper now, and the near white out conditions had everyone slowed down, searching for the road. It was like driving in the clouds. The car in front of me was really having a hard time and was loosing traction. Slowly it spun backwards off the shoulder of the road, I could see the frightened look from the lady inside, she was alone and helpless. I eased the big Ford Expedition to a stop, put on the emergency flashers and made my way to her. "I don't think I can pull you out of there, but I'd be happy to offer you a ride." "Thanks, you're a life saver," she shouted. The cold icy fingers of the storm tugged at my coat looking for a way inside as I extended my hand to help her and her suit case up the incline. She was light, like a feather, a petite women, who I guessed to be close to fifty. I led her by the hand, opened the door and helped her up into the warmth. As I made my way around the back I stowed her baggage in the Expedition, and hoped she was local, where ever local was. "Hi, I'm Jim, and I think I'm lost." "Nice to meet you Jim, just call me Vicky." She had removed her glasses and lowered the hood of her coat exposing her short brown hair and gray eyes. "It's another forty miles to town Jim, but there is a gas station and motel just down the road, a mile or two. Hopefully we can make it there, I heard on the radio that they were closing the roads due to drifting snow." "Wonderful, if it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all." "I know, I'm the same way, I should have stayed at my sisters place, it could be days before they get the roads open." "What brings you out this way?" "I work for John Deere, I'm supposed to meet with the local dealer in the morning, then drive back to Colorado, hopefully in time to spend Christmas with my wife." "That's only two days, I wouldn't count on making it if I were you." We were creeping along now, both of us peering through the windshield as the howling wind tried to push us off the road. A semi-truck was stopped in the middle of the road in front of us. He had just finished chaining the tires. I waited, knowing that now we had a better chance, he would break trail for us. We silently followed the red and amber running lights of his rig through the swirling snow. The parking lot was almost full, the flashing lights from an ambulance and patrol car cast an alluring glow in the fleeting daylight. I pulled into the only available pump to top off the tank. Vicky pulled up her hood and opened the door, "I'm going over to talk to the attendant, and find out what's going on." The sign on the gas pump was pretty clear, "In God We Trust...all others pay cash in advance." Great I thought to myself, who could blame them with the way the economy had gotten. I fought the blowing snow as I made my way to the attendants hut, a small enclosure about twice the size of a phone booth. I heard Vicky say, "your kidding right." "No miss, I wish I was, but this storm is expected to dump three feet of snow. If I were you, I'd try to get a room before it's to late." "Looks like we're going to be stuck here for awhile, might as well take his advise I chuckled." As we headed for the motel office another vehicle pulled up next to us. They beat us to the door but he was polite enough to hold the door for us. "This is a bad one," he exclaimed as we made our way into the office. The desk clerk was mousey looking, I figured him to be gay, judging from the fishing tackle that adorned his ears. He definitely was in need of some vitamin D, as he was pale as a bed sheet. "How can I help you folks?" I looked to the couple next to us. "We'd like a room for the night," I answered. "You're in luck, I have one room left, it has two Queen sized beds." "You are traveling together aren't you?" "Ah no, we were looking for a room for just us two," I responded. I looked at the couple next to us. They appeared to be in their mid thirties. I didn't cherish the idea of sharing a room with a black couple. Vicky was first to speak, "Oh Jim, I don't mind, they can't sleep in their car, they could freeze to death." "It's fine by us, we don't mind sharing, do we baby?" "Not at all," she giggled as she smiled at me. "That'll be a hundred and sixty a night, double occupancy," the clerk snickered. We split the cost and slowly made our way to the room, skating on ice, and clinging to the wall, we were all glad we had the room next to the office. Once safely inside I took the liberty of making the proper introductions. "This is Vicky and I'm Jim." "Nice to meet you, my squeeze Jasmine, and just call me Reggie." "Well we may as well get out of these damp clothes and get comfortable, you guys live around here," Reggie asked. "Ah, not exactly, Vicky does, I'm from Colorado on a business trip, she ran off the road a few miles from here and I gave her a lift." "Actually I live about twenty miles from here, but it might as well be a thousand, cause it's going to be awhile before anyone goes anywhere." "I'm hungry, where can we get something to eat Vicky?" "Jasmine, the only food for miles is at the gas station next door. Nothing fancy; bread, milk, eggs, chips, and some frozen foods. They do sell beer and wine, though not much of a selection. I sometimes stop here on the way to visit my sister." "Sounds good to me, looks like we have a microwave and a fridge, Reggie and I'll go get some groceries, while you ladies freshen up." Vicky was right, not much as far as selection for food or drink but we managed to spend almost seventy bucks between us. Several frozen pizzas, a box of ice cream sandwiches, a twelve pack of Budwiser and two bottles of wine. Reggie was in the mood to party, it was clear from some of the comments he made while shopping. For instance he made several insinuations that led me to believe he and his female friend were into swinging, like; "Jasmine thinks you're sexy, and have you ever had sex with a sister before?" I responded by saying, "I'm flattered and no." I hadn't considered myself sexy. Above average looking, maybe distinguished, but hardly sexy. After all I was in my early fifties, my mustache was graying along with my brown hair. I do consider myself fit, at a trim hundred-seventy-five pounds for a six footer. Now Reggie on the other hand, might well be considered sexy. Taller than me by five or six inches, shaved head, and dark skinned with a broad smile and outgoing personality. He exuded confidence, very athletic looking and well spoken. As we made our way back to the room I wondered what it might be like to have sex with either of the women waiting on our return. Being married, I hadn't had sex with another women in over twenty years. Thought's of having sex suddenly made my heart race, which sent a burst of blood to my flaccid cock. The smell of burning diesel fuel from a semi-truck left idling nearby brought me back to reality. Jasmine was in the shower when we returned, Vicky was drying her hair, having showered and changed already. She had changed into a pair of faded jeans which looked like they had been sprayed on to her tiny frame. A green sweatshirt accented the ample breasts beneath it, and a pair of white crew socks completed her attire. "What took so long, we were about to send out a search party," she laughed. Reggie was quick to further the conversation, "we had a hard time deciding with all the choices, ya know, so we finally decided on some party food, pizza, wine and beer." "Oh that sounds great," they both seemed to say in unison, as Jasmine emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. They could have been twins if it weren't for the difference in their skin color. Same height, length of hair, and build, only Jasmine had a more rounded derriere and milk chocolate skin. "For desert we have ice cream sandwiches, oh and I almost forgot this, mistletoe." "Where did you get that Reggie," Jasmine asked? "It was hanging over the door at the store and I knocked it loose with my head on the way out so I just put it in the bag." "Reggie, you need to get our luggage from the car, I don't have anything to wear." "Hey baby, we're gonna party, you don't need any clothes, he laughed as he tugged at the towel." "You better get yourself out there and get me some clothes, or I'll show you party." With that Reggie shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he headed for the door. Jasmine decided to hang the mistletoe from a reading light which protruded from the wall centered over the headboard of each bed. Vicky was busy getting the pizza in the oven and I was trying to find the thermostat for the fireplace. "Anyone seen the thermostat for the fireplace," I asked. "It's in the hall by the bath," Vicky responded. "Geeze, it's set at eighty degrees, no wonder I'm burning up." I lowered it to seventy and went to the small fridge for a beer. "Anyone want a beer?" "I do, me to," the girls answered. A blast of cold wind blew the door from Reggies' hand as he made his way into the room with several suit cases. "I'll take one of those beers Jim." We sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and ate pizza and drank beers for the next several hours getting to know each other. We were all about half in the bag when Reggie fired up a joint and passed it to me. I hadn't smoked pot in years, and took a long toke that left me choking and the rest laughing. I passed it to Vicky and she put it to her luscious lips and inhaled. Holding it in her expanded lungs, the sweatshirt no longer concealed the size of her pert breasts and hardened nipples. Jasmine was next to suck in the smoke and I watched as her breasts seemed to grow inside her pale blue halter top. After several more passes we were all laughing. Someone had opened a bottle of wine and it was being passed around. Jasmine was becoming really intoxicated and allowed Reggie to remove her top. Then they talked Vicky into removing hers. It wasn't long before we all sat topless, stoned, and talking incoherently. Reggie was stroking Jasmines' breasts now and they were starting to get themselves worked up. Jasmine began unzipping his pants and soon retrieved the object of her desire. I looked over at Vicky and she was rubbing her own breasts, and even suckled one. I felt myself becoming aroused. "I want you to make love to me Jim," she whispered. She lay back and unsnapped her jeans, lifting her buttocks just enough to slide them to her knees. I slid over and helped remove them, then removing her socks, I started caressing her tiny feet. She moaned as I kissed them, and as I began to suck one, then the other big toe, she began squirming like a worm on a fishing hook. I glanced over at Reggie and Jasmine. She had half of his black shaft deep in her throat. I stared in disbelief as I watched him withdraw a good five inches of himself from her slobbering mouth. As I looked down at Vicky, she to had been mesmerized and our eyes met. She raised her hand to me and we rose together and embraced as we teetered towards the bed. Steading ourselves at its foot, lips eager to taste each other, we slowly surrendered to the building passion. Our tongues exploring at first, then dueling like medieval swordsmen. I clutched the cheeks of her ass in my hands and started lightly kissing and sucking her neck and ears. As she moaned and pressed her body to mine we fell onto the bed. Reggie was standing now and lifting Jasmine from her knees as his stiff cock slipped from her mouth. She led him to the bed next to us by his swollen manhood. There was no foreplay, he drove himself to her depths and a frenzy ensued. As the headboard came alive with his powerful strokes so did the sounds of fulfillment from Jasmine. Vicky had removed her panties as I struggled in my altered state of mind to removed the trousers which separated our nakedness. She was on my cock in an instant, gently stroking its length and then moistening the cut head with her hot and talented tongue. Up and down my cock her tongue traveled, then to my balls which were now filled with excitement, and finally to the back of her throat. I pulled her off my pulsating pecker and rolled her onto her back. I thrust my tongue into her hungry mouth and then on to her breasts. Her nipples now erect with desire, were eager for my taste. I sucked each one, then we sucked each, together. Soon my wandering tongue, like a bee in search of honey, had found her hairless hive, and the sweet nectar therein. I raised her ass off the bed with both hands, and began to eat delicately, her delicious little pussy. Slowly I eased in a finger, then two, and finally three to make room for my throbbing cock. Easing myself in slowly I stopped halfway, our lips met and as our tongues danced I slowly sunk the remaining four inches into her hot slippery depths. Now that she accepted my length, we began to find our rhythm, slowly we advanced, like a locomotive pulling a heavy load up a hill, then finding the crest we became a runaway. As the momentum picked up there was no breaking, only a desire to empty the heavy loads within our loins. Exhausted we lay there silently and then were shaken to reality by the clapping and applause from our roommates. "Jim, you want to try some chocolate," Reggie smiled. "I'd love to try some chocolate," came a seductive reply from Vicky. "Why not, you only live once." I couldn't believe I said that, but it was to late now, Reggie was already making his way towards our bed. Halfway across the room he raised his hand in the high five position, we slapped hands and smiled at each other. "This is a first for us to Jim, our first vanilla experience." Jasmines' skin felt smooth and soft as I slid under the sheet next to her. She rolled on to her side facing me and grasped my limber cock, looking into my eyes she asked, "need some help with this?" Before I could answer, she had all but swallowed most of me, and was bobbing away under the sheet. I looked across the room and saw Reggie, face buried between Vicky's legs which rested on his massive shoulders. The moans coming from her left nothing to the imagination, she was in ecstasy. I peeled back the sheet and marveled at the chocolate lips, that cleaned the love juices from my eager cock. I was ready now, but I wanted badly to taste those lips, and pulled her from me. Jasmine was a passionate kisser, sucking my tongue, biting my lip, and all the while jacking me wildly. Suddenly she was on top of me, the velvet feel of her bush as it engulfed my cock and rocked back and forth on my stomach surprised me. I had always thought that a black persons hair would be more like steel wool, not soft like this. Then she did something totally amazing, she spun around on my cock and faced away from me, without my ever leaving the warmth of her. As she ground away, I couldn't help but look across the room as I heard Vicky cry out. Reggie had Vicky on all fours and positioned so that I could see the full length of his long black cock as it dove to the depths of her. The strokes were slow and deliberate, sometimes he would withdraw completely, showing her gaping hole. Then she would plead with him to put it back in. He teased her like this for a while then it was off to the races. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, straddled her back, standing bent over her he began to saw away. As the tempo hastened, so did her screams of delight. The headboard was slamming the wall in three quarter time now as they both cried out at the release that was over coming their mutual gratification. Jasmine was rocking faster and faster now as she to joined in the chorus. Soon I was emptying my load and sounded a solo of my own. Then it was silent, as everyone caught there breath we seemed to lay there and reflect in our own minds that which had taken place. The wind was howling outside as I looked up at the mistletoe above me and uttered, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. Under the Mistletoe! 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 reproduce or redistribute this story without the author's consent. -------------- ------------------ "No, that's o.k. No . . . no I mean it. You and dad have fun in Europe. I've got a lot of homework to do anyway." That was how Vic's conversation with his mother had ended. She and his father were jetting off to France for Christmas. She had at least taken the time to pretend to feel bad about it this time. Last year, he didn't find out until he had arrived at the front door only to be told by the maid that they were vacationing in Mexico. Vic was in his second year at school. He had got here on a football scholarship. His dad had pushed him into the sport, probably so his father could relive his "glory days" through his son. He loved the game, but not as much as his dad did. Majoring in business so he could go work for his dad someday was also not Vic's idea. All his life, he had done what his parent's had wanted. He wondered what they would do if they knew how he really felt. Back in high school, Vic began undergoing long streaks of depression. He hid it well, though. He worked out, trained hard in both football and martial arts (the one thing that was actually Vic's idea that his father didn't object too), was class president and had taken a position on the high school yearbook. His parents thought he was just trying to pad his college applications. In actuality, he just wanted time away from them. Vic realized he was actually pretty lucky. He had the nice clothes, a convertible as soon as he was old enough to drive, a nice house to live in, and he wasn't a bad looking kid. He was 6 ft. 4 in. tall, with a muscular build, short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was the most sought after boy, from a dating perspective, in his class. And while he had already had a wealth of sexual experiences with the girls in his school, he had never really felt anything deeper. That was one of the causes of his depression. On more than one occasion, he had found himself fantasizing about other guys. While out on the field, he would check out the cheerleaders and his own wide receivers, and would be equally aroused by both. But he knew what would happen if he ever even discussed his problems with anyone, it would get out. He knew how things operated in his little corner of America. He would somehow get kicked off the team and become a social outcast. His parents would send him off to military school at best, and disown him at worst. All the luxuries he had become accustomed to would vanish. It wasn't even that his school was more narrow-minded than other places. There were gay men and women who attended and while not necessarily put on pedestals, not many people really seemed to care. But he knew he wouldn't be allowed any leeway. It just wasn't something the quarterback did. He didn't see a way out, so he kept his mouth shut, threw the football, and did what he was told. After graduation, he was accepted into a prestigious school, which was thankfully far away from his parents and his life. His third semester had just ended. His last class had actually been his photography class. He had told his parents he was just filling out one of his electives. Actually it was the third photography class he had taken; one every semester. Taking pictures, like he had done when on the yearbook staff, was one of the only things he had truly enjoyed. It was the concept of capturing a moment in time, which no one else in the world would be able to see if it weren't for him, that was so appealing. He would rather try and make a living doing that than going into his father's corporate world. He was going to try and take as many classes as possible, maybe getting a double-major. It might mean taking a while longer than originally anticipated, but he didn't mind the idea at all. It would mean more time away from his parents, and more time to figure out what he really wanted to do. So he sat in the nice two-bedroom apartment that his parents so generously paid for, deciding what to do with his Christmas vacation. All his "friends" had taken off to be with their families. It was amazing how quiet the area around the university became this time of year. Where once there were parties in the streets, now there was only snow. He was skimming through the paper when he came upon a request in the classifieds for volunteers to help out at a homeless shelter not too far from where he lived. Maybe it was having watched too many versions of "A Christmas Carol" recently, but he felt the need to go do something productive with his time. If he wasn't going to be happy, maybe he could give someone else a hand. He called the number, found out where he was supposed to go and what he was supposed to do, and hung up. He found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. He read for a little while before falling asleep on the couch. The next morning he got up, showered, and headed to the shelter. He decided to walk, as it wasn't far and there was something really magical about wandering the snowy streets when no one else was around. He was going to be going around town to drop-off points and gathering donations that had been left there; things like coats, blankets, and other non-perishables. He arrived at the shelter where an elderly woman introduced him to the people he would be working with. All three of his fellow volunteers were also college students. The first was Dawn, a small girl who seemed to want to avoid making eye contact with anyone whenever possible. She wore baggy green overalls over a baggy, multi-colored sweater and a heavy wool cap was pulled down to her eyebrows. She had a trace of an accent that Vic believed to be Irish. Her face was dirty, as she had shown up earlier than anyone else and had helped moved some stuff around in one of the dusty back rooms. The next girl was Angela, a black girl who looked like she would have been more at home in a library than a shelter. She was dressed very primly in a gray sweatshirt and matching sweat pants. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and she even had the little, round librarian glasses. She was very well spoken and almost radiated intelligence. Though the nature of her clothes hid her body, she seemed to be in good shape. She was also quite beautiful, in a stern sort of way. The last member of their little crew was Jack. Jack was strikingly handsome. He had long, jet-black hair that even when in a ponytail dipped all the way to the small of his back. He had pale-blue eyes, a very pale complexion, and high cheekbones that gave him a slightly elfish look. Before putting his coat on to go outside, Vic saw that he was ripped, like those guys used in body-spray commercials. While not quite as muscular as Vic, Jack had strong shoulders and a narrow waist. He was dressed all in black, including combat boots, leather pants and a leather jacket. He also had a pierced tongue, which made Vic cringe a little when he saw it. That had to have been painful. The four of them were given a map, a list of destinations around town, and the keys to a (very) old Ford F-150 four door truck, whose color had become something of a mystery, and they were sent on their way. That first day was awkward. There was some idle chitchat, mostly about the weather or other obvious things. They were from different worlds, and they all knew it. Only a possibly fleeting sense of altruism had brought them together that day, and none of them seemed bold enough to start up a more involved conversation. It took them the entire day to hit all their targets, having to head back to the shelter several times to unload. By the time quitting time rolled around, they were all exhausted, sore, and as dirty as Dawn had been. But Vic still felt kind of good. He hadn't thought about how sad he had been recently at all that day. On their last haul, they arrived back at the shelter to find some kind commotion going on. Four drunken, bored, middle-aged men were screaming at an elderly man dressed in rags trying to make his way up the steps. They were yelling things like "get a job" or "ya lousy bum!" The people who worked at the shelter didn't know what to do. Vic found himself feeling something else he hadn't felt in a while. He was angry. But he knew he had to keep his cool. He was more than capable of hurting these guys, but doing so would make him no better than them. He moved quickly over to the steps. "What seems to be the problem guys?" They looked him over with glazed eyes. They saw his football letter-jacket and his imposing frame. Unfortunately, the bottom of a bottle can make you do rash things. "We was just telling these fuckin' bums to get jobs. We . . . we is tired of workin' hard day in and day out just so these free-loaders can get themselves fed at the taxpayers expense." Vic looked around. The old man who was the subjects of their taunts had finally made it to the top of the stairs, partially through the assistance of Dawn and Angela. Dawn actually looked furious, or so it would seem through the layers of soot on her face. The man was shivering and moving slowly, as if he had arthritis or something in his knees. His clothes were in shambles and he was obviously freezing. Yeah, a 'free-loader'. The guy really had it SO easy. As the girls ushered the man in the door to safety, Vic noticed Jack was standing nearby. He was being quiet and unobtrusive, but his eyes were alert. Vic thought he was planning what to do if this got ugly, and he suddenly felt glad to have this pseudo-goth young man on his side. "Taxpayers? You do realize this shelter is run entirely on donations? And they can barely manage to feed everybody as it is." Vic noticed that the use of logic, while often lost on people, did manage to take a lot of wind out of their sails. A few of them dispersed, still grumbling about the way things worked, but a two of them were a little more stubborn. With their intended target out of sight, they turned their taunts toward him. "Oh, look at Mr. College-Boy, think he knows everything. Probably born with a silver spoon in his friggin' mouth. Never had to work a day in his life." "Yeah. You think you're better than us? Just 'cause you're helping this trash? I've got a mind to . . ." The guy took a swing at Vic. Vic saw it coming a mile away. He almost openly sighed. He was trying to avoid this. Faster than most people could blink, he grabbed the guy's hand twisted it slightly in one direction then hard and fast in the other, causing the other man to flip over, landing face-first in the snow and in no small amount of pain. His friend grabbed a 2 x 4 from a pile that was going to be used for an addition to the shelter. Vic was getting ready to move forward and take the board away when the man dropped like a rock. Jack had quietly moved into position behind the guy and chop-blocked him in the back of the knee when things started getting out of hand. Jack sat on the guy's back, grinned at Vic and said, "So would please explain what is going to happen to them if they don't take a hike right now." Vic grinned back. "O.k. gentlemen. I realize you are unhappy with the general economy, prevailing social policy and the sorry state of you lots in life. That man you were insulting isn't responsible for your sad lives. Neither am I," he said while twisting his man's hand to remind him who was in control, "and neither is my friend over there. Now we can do this two ways. We can call the cops and your families can come visit you in jail for Christmas or . . ." "No cops . . . All right we'll go." Vic and Jack let them up, slowly so as to be ready for a sudden change of heart. The two men backed away slowly at first, then more quickly. "You got lucky this time. We won't forget this." As the two men disappeared around a corner, Vic muttered, "Yeah right. You'll be lucky if you remember your names, you drunken sots." Jack stifled a chuckle. "You really could have hurt them couldn't you?" Vic glanced down. He didn't like having to fight, and pushing around a couple of drunks wasn't exactly something to be proud of. "Yeah, but that wouldn't have proved anything, and would have just validated their stupidity." Jack grasped his shoulder in a proud sort of way, and the two headed up the steps. The two girls were waiting for them. Angela looked pleased at the way the whole incident had been handled, while Dawn was holding a crowbar and was apparently looking for a fight. "Easy there tiger," said Jack. "Vic handled everything, so no need for you to go medieval on their asses." Dawn broke out in a smile that stretched from ear to ear. At least her teeth were clean, as her smile broke the remaining tension. Even Angela started to chuckle as the four of them went inside to help get ready for the evening meal. Once the evening crew arrived, they picked up their assignments for the next day and headed out to the parking lot. Jack was climbing into his beat-up old Jeep Wrangler, when he turned and asked, "You guys wanna go grab some coffee or something? Figure we earned it after today." The two girls glanced at each other then at the boys. Angela was the first to respond. "Actually, that sounds great. I'm freezing and sore and really need to get off my feet. Note to self; tomorrow, wear sensible shoes." "Sure, that sounds nice." This came ever-so-quietly from Dawn, who finally met Vic's gaze. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Even if it weren't for the accent, she definitely had a stereotypical Irish feel to her. She had never taken her cap off, so he could be sure but he would bet money her hair was red, too. "I'm up for it, but I have to go get my car. I don't live too far . . ." "Don't worry about it. I'll give you a lift and drop you off afterward." Vic's throat felt dry. He really wanted some company right then, but this guy was bring up all sorts of feeling he had tried to keep buried. Oh what the hell, he thought. It's only coffee. "Sure, that'll work." Vic hopped in the passenger side and they headed to an all-night restaurant. While the day had been somewhat awkward, the evening proved to be delightful. They talked and laughed until some ungodly hour of the morning. They turned out to be quite a collection of characters. Angela was majoring in Criminal Justice and hoped to be a lawyer. Her dad was a cop in Brooklyn and she had originally wanted to follow in his footsteps. He didn't want her getting involved in such a dangerous profession, so this was their compromise. She would fight the bad guys in the courts rather than on the streets. Jack was double-majoring in (of all things) business and accounting. The business department was large, so it wasn't surprising he and Vic and never crossed paths before, especially since Jack had been there a year longer. Vic commented that Jack didn't seem like a number-cruncher, which caused Jack to look a little sheepish. "Yeah, the whole wearing-black-thing started as a random form of rebellion in high school. Turns out my parents didn't care what I wore. As long as I was happy, they were happy. It was frustrating! Now I've got a closet full of black clothes. Sigh." Dawn still talked less than the others, but she began to open up a bit. She was a Psychology major. She had seen a lot about human nature she couldn't understand, and Vic was under the distinct impression that she had been the recipient of some unpleasant behavior. She was third generation Irish-American and yes, she had red hair (as well as one hell of a temper). Eventually, Jack dropped Vic off at his apartment. The whole trip back, he kept glancing over at his new friend, and occasionally caught Jack looking back. He found himself wondering just how "alternative" Jack really was, but quickly tried to stifle such thoughts. 'Tried' was the key word, as Jack was a really attractive guy. The next several days flew by. The foursome got along famously, to the point where their errands didn't even seem like work. Each day, Vic felt better and better about himself; certainly better than he had in years. Every day, the all hung out together after afterward, and Jack would give Vic a ride home. The two of them would sit around his apartment. They talked about their lives, their parents and their plans for the future. Jack probably knew more about Vic than anyone else had been allowed to find out. In one of their many conversations regarding sex, Vic even acknowledged that he had questioned his sexuality. Just saying that felt cathartic, like a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. Jack didn't even bat one of those beautiful eyes or seem bothered at all. "I understand all too well. There are still a lot of feelings I have and things I would like to try someday. But I have one philosophy: Don't do anything you're unable to live with in the morning." The conversation drifted to more light and fluffy topics after that, but those words lingered in Vic's head all evening. Eventually it was so late that Vic let Jack crash in his spare bedroom. Early the next morning, Vic woke up first. He peeked in to check on his guest. Jack was still very much asleep. The covers had crept down past his waist. Vic was almost awestruck by the guy's body. His skin was smooth, pale, and taut. He was lying on his stomach, but Vic could tell he didn't have much by way of excess body fat. He was sleeping in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers which rested loosely and what appeared to be a rock-hard ass. Vic closed the door and jumped in the shower. For the first time in a while, he jerked off while thinking of another guy. When he shot his load, he was amazed by the sheer volume of his stuff. He realized then just how turned on he had been. He also realized how badly he wanted to have sex with Jack. When he got out of the shower, Jack was awake and sitting in the living room. He was still shirtless (hot damn, this guy was sexy) but had put his pants on. "My turn," he said. "Got a spare towel?" "Yeah, I put one next to the sink." As Vic started to turn towards the kitchen, he could have sworn Jack was checking him out. It was probably just his imagination, which was particularly active at that moment. At the end of their shift that day, they had convened at their favorite late-night dive. Dawn, in a rare burst of initiative, suggested that they get together for Christmas. "I'm available," piped in Angela. "Me too," was Jack's response. "We can have it at my place. I've got room." Dawn meekly volunteered to cook, while Angela would bring the beer. She knew a good micro-brewery that was on the way to Vic's house. They would have to do all their shopping in one day, but they would manage. Angela and Dawn would hook up Christmas Eve and get half the stuff, while Jack and Vic would get the other half. The next evening, the two groups went their separate ways for the evening, with a plan to get festivities started early the next morning. It was well into the dark hours of Christmas Eve when Jack and Vic found there way back into Vic's apartment. They set about decorating the place and setting up the tree. The tree wasn't much to look at, as it was the last straggler in the lot. That was one of the reasons Vic bought it instead of continuing to look. It didn't seem to be wanted by anyone else, kind of like his motley crew. They had food in the fridge and there were blinking lights all over the place. Jack was perched precariously on a stepladder trying to hang mistletoe from the ceiling. The ladder didn't seem too stable, so Vic moved forward to brace his friend. He put his hands on Jack's hips, and found himself face-to crotch with Jack. He found himself staring. Jack was wearing sweat pants, and Vic saw the movement of his dick brushing against the fabric. And it seemed to be stiffening up. Under the Mistletoe! "We are under the mistletoe. So you can kiss it if you want!" Vic felt himself blushing furiously. He wondered how long Jack had been watching him stare. He looked up, wondering if Jack expected him to take him seriously. Jack was biting his lower lip pensively, apparently uncertain as to how Vic would react. Vic was left with one last question: How far did he want to take this? With one hand on each of Jack's hips, he pulled his sweat pants down to his knees. Jack's dick was amazing. It was fully erect now, a full nine inches of smooth, hard flesh. It and his scrotum were cleanly shaved. Vic wasn't even looking at his friend anymore. Just that dick. He pressed it against his face and was amazed by the heat it gave off. He wrapped one of his hands around it and he felt Jack shudder. He looked up to see Jack was still biting his lip, more in pleasant anticipation than trepidation, and his eyes were closed. Vic started pumping that gorgeous dick with one hand while copping a feel of Jack's ass with the other. His butt-cheeks were clenched, and his normally tight butt was solid muscle at that moment. Vic released his hold on Jack's dick, grabbed two handfuls of ass and placed the head in his mouth. And slowly, he started to pull Jack toward him, letting his dick slide down his throat. It was an unusual experience. Dry and hot on its first pass down, Vic was only able to get about four to five inches in his mouth. He wrapped one hand around the root to steady it as he slid it into and out of his mouth. He was trying to remember every porn film he had ever watched. He was letting the length of his tongue drag along the shaft on every out-stroke and breathing hot, warm air on it periodically. Jack was holding onto Vic's head to steady himself. He wasn't in the safest position to be getting a blowjob, but he wasn't going to complain. Vic managed to unbuckle his jeans with his free hand and push them down past his hips, letting his own seven-inch member out of its cage. He had never felt as hard in his life. He started stroking his own member while sucking on Jack's. His friend was pumping more quickly now, sliding more and more of his dick down Vic's throat. He had managed to shirk his shirt, letting Vic get a good view of that smooth, perfectly sculpted body. He released his own dick so he could run both hands over Jacks legs, ass, back, and finally his balls. They felt so warm and heavy in his hands. "Vic . . . Vic, I'm gonna shoot. You might wanna . . ." Vic wasn't sure what Jack was thinking, but he wasn't backing down now. He pulled back until only the head of Jack's dick was in his mouth. He continued gently fondling those balls while stroked the shaft with the other hand. It didn't take long before he felt the first splash on his tongue, then on the back of his throat. Cum was spurting into his mouth at a rapid rate. Finally, Jack had once last twitch and Vic pumped the last vestige of fluid from it home. He let the head of Jack's dick out of his mouth with a slight 'pop' noise. He looked up at Jack with his mouth still open, giving him a view of a mouth full of white, sticky cum. He closed his mouth, kissed the still enormous cock in front of him, then swallowed all of the salty fluid in a single gulp. Yummy! Vic wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and lowered him to the ground. No sooner than Jack's feet hit the ground than he wrapped his hand around Vic's still throbbing cock. "Got any lube?" "Bedroom . . . Nightstand." Jack, still holding Vic's dick, led him into the bedroom. He used his free hand dig out a good sized bottle of lubricant out of a drawer, then began coating Vic's member with it. He took his time, applying a generous amount then using both hands to rub it all over Vic's dick and balls. After he felt it was suitably slick, he turned around and lay down chest first on the bed with his knees on the flood. He spread his knees, flicked his long black hair over to one side as he looked back at Vic, and reached back to pull his ass cheeks apart. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Vic kneeled behind him and placed the head of his dick at Jack's asshole. He savored the look of Jack's muscular back and the look of his hair cascading over one shoulder. He started pushing the head into Jack's tight asshole. He went slowly at first, letting Jack's ass accommodate his considerable girth. Jack gasped. Finally, the head was all the way in, and Jack's sphincter was gripping the shaft. Vic stopped for a moment, letting his friend relax while he himself reveled in the sensation. He had gone this way with a girl in high school, but she was nothing compared to this. This was the tightest orifice he had ever stuck his dick into. As he felt Jack's ass relax, he started sliding his dick further in, letting his balls lightly slap Jack's posterior, then slid outward again. He went slowly, savoring the pressure being exerted on his dick and the rippling of Jack's muscles as he began pushing back. Vic started ran his hands up and down the other boy's back, then return to grasping his hips. Suddenly, the phone rang. "Answer it!" "Wha . . .?" "Just answer it. I kind of like the idea of you fucking me in the ass while talking on the phone. Let's see if you can concentrate." Never one to pass up a challenge, Vic grabbed the phone. It was Angela. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but could we just drop this stuff off tonight? I know it's kind of late, but we don't want to have to carry stuff into my place, reload it in the morning and unload again at your place." Vic heard, " . . . sorry . . . drop stuff off tonight . . . late . . . again . . . your place," but he got the gist of it. "Sh . . . sure. Just drop it off whenever." "Are you o.k.? You sound kind of winded." "Oh, I'm great. Its just been a long . . ." which he emphasized by thrusting his cock all the way into Jack's asshole one more time, " . . . long day." Jack was grinning up at him, and he felt Jack's ass contract. Oh, God! "Well, we will be over in a bit. Do you need us to pick you up anything?" Vic was pretty much unable to respond at that moment. The pressure building in his balls had reached the critical point, his body locked up and he released his load deep into Jack's backdoor. "Vic?" "No. I'm good. I'm really good." With the phone call over, he put the phone back and collapsed onto Jack's back, still buried in his friend's ass all the way to the hilt. "That was cheating!" "I know. But you pulled it off splendidly. So, the girls are coming over?" "Yeah, they don't want to have to pack all that stuff twice." "Makes sense. We should just ask them to crash in the spare bedroom, so they don't have to make another trip at all. And that way," he paused to kiss Vic's neck and nibble on his ear, "I can sleep in here." The two rushed to clean up, occasionally becoming distracted by things that dangle. They managed to contain their smirks when the girls arrived and found them sitting innocently on the couch. "What have you two been up to?" asked Dawn almost immediately. "Wha . . ." "It smells wonderful in here!" "Oh. Oh that. We have some ready-make cookies in the stove." They helped the girls stock up the fridge and watched as they added some decorations of their own. Vic watched them maneuver around the room. Angela was dressed in snug blue-jeans and a bright red sweater that clung to her body. This was the most casual he had ever seen her dress. She had quite a curvaceous figure, with an ample chest. She seemed relaxed somehow; less on-guard than he was used to. And Dawn! While still where her trademark overalls, at least they were clean. She was wearing a baby blue t-shirt that was cut low, revealing a bit of cleavage. And without a hat covering her head, Vic was able to verify that her hair, when clean, was a brilliant, fiery red. She was awfully cute when she came out of hiding. And the freckles! He could play connect the dots for years on her skin. "Where has that been hiding," whispered Jack. "You noticed too?" "I'm bisexual, not blind." Vic noticed that the two girls had finished and after admiring their work gave each other a big hug. "Hey you two, you're under the mistletoe!" Dawn blushed furiously and Angela smiled devilishly. Dawn looked up and pulled Angela's lip to her own in a very passionate kiss. "Oh . . ." said Jack. ". . . my!" finished Vic. "Something tells me they've done this minus the mistletoe." "No," chimed in Angela after disentangling herself from Dawn, who gazed up at her with a look of adoration, "this isn't new. I hope this doesn't creep you out because we really like you guys and . . ." She was caught off as Jack leaned over and gave Vic a kiss, which Vic returned. "Actually, this is what we were doing today!" said Vic. Dawn giggled and, still blushing, grabbed Vic's hands and pulled him to his feet, and gave him a kiss as well. For a girl who never seemed to have much to say, she certainly was good at expressing herself. "I dunno. Jack, what do you . . ." His question was cut off as Angela straddled Jack's lap. "Vic, tomorrow morning, it is you and me. But tonight is Christmas Eve, and the holidays ARE about sharing, right?" He and Angela began making out on the sofa while Dawn re-established her lip-lock on Vic. Vic was surprised by his ability to unhook overalls of a girl who was pasted to him like a second skin. She broke her grip long enough to pull her shirt off and begin frantically pulling at his jeans. She was lithe and taut, with breasts that would just fill his hands. And those freckles were everywhere, from the top of her face past her neatly trimmed red bush to her toes. It was always the quiet ones! She finally managed to get his pants down, and she grabbed his rapidly hardening rod in one delicate hand as he kicked his pants aside and removed his shirt. She smothered his cock with kisses until it felt like it was made of steel. Once it was sized to her liking, she placed one hand on either side and put the whole thing in her mouth. It was amazing! He watched as his entire shaft disappeared down her throat over and over with apparent ease. Occasionally she would stop at the root, slide her tongue out of the bottom of her mouth and tongue his balls. If he was able to, he would have to try and remember some of these techniques for Jack later. He looked over and saw Jack and Angela getting it on. They had bypassed foreplay and gone straight to the main course, with Angela straddling his lap and riding that enormous dick like a pogo-stick. He liked the contrast; a smooth, pale cock penetrating gorgeous dark flesh. Angela had quite a body herself, a lot more rounded than Dawn, but in all the right places. Her body wasn't as toned as Dawn's, but it was obvious she took care of herself. He butt was well rounded, her dark skin was flawless, and her 36-DD chest was bouncing wildly. How the hell had she kept those things hidden all this time? He looked back down at Dawn who was sucking contentedly away. Not wanting to end this evening to soon, he pulled her off of him. Initially she looked disappointed, but her face started to glow as he gently pushed her over backward and buried his face her crotch. She grabbed a double handful of hair and prepared herself for pleasure. Her pussy was exquisite, cleanly shaved except for a streak which practically pointed to her clit. He buried his tongue in her box and began licking with reckless abandon. He made sure to work his way around the lips, mound and clit. He let his hands roam up to her chest where they started fondling her small, soft tits. She had her legs pressed against his head, but he still heard her moaning in pleasure. He felt her pull on his head, drawing him upwards. He crawled up her body until his prick encountered the heat of her pussy. She bit her lower lip, still with an impish look in her eye. He felt her legs wrap themselves around his waist, waiting. He closed his eyes and pushed into her waiting flesh. Her pussy was as greedy as her mouth had been, claiming his entire cock as its personal property. He checked in on Angela and Jack, noticing that she was now sitting on the sofa which her legs around his head and draped over his shoulders, the recipient of oral pleasure. She was grasping her enormous breasts, pinching her own nipples. She met his gaze. "Take care of my girl, handsome!" "Take care of her? She's going to take care of me at the rate she's going." "Hey, I want some of that! Dawn, time to share." Dawn, silent as ever, allowed a slight pout to cross her face. "Don't worry," said Vic. "I've got an idea." All parties temporarily uncoupled. He had Jack sit on the sofa while Dawn knelt in front of him, taking his nine-inch monster in her mouth. The three of them besides Dawn all looked amazed that she could fit the entire thing down her throat. It was almost as big as she was, but she took it with ease. Vic got on his back and positioned his head between her legs, continuing his licking from earlier. Finally, Angela sank slowly onto his dick and began to ride him. She leaned forward and began showering Dawn's ass with kisses as Vic ate her out. Vic was in heaven. He was surrounded by flesh, but unlike previous sexual encounters, he actually cared about these people. Each was giving of themselves everything they had to each other. He heard Dawn slurping away at Jack's mammoth rod while Angela's talented pussy worked miracles on Vic's cock. Then Dawn, much to everyone's surprise, actually spoke a suggestion. "I want to see you guys fuck each other. That would be so hot!" "Well, the little devil has a tongue after all," said Jack. "Vic, up on the couch." Vic took a couple more licks at Dawn's mound, then pulled himself up to the couch. Jack presented his back to Vic, reached down and grasped Vic's shoulders then lowered himself onto his friends waiting cock, which still glistened with Angela's juices. Vic was overjoyed at the now familiar sensation of Jack's ass grasping at his dick. Dawn practically squealed when Vic's cock disappeared into Jack's backside. Since Jack's rod was sticking out like a flagpole, the two girls took turns sucking on it and jerking it off. Once, Dawn stood up and positioned that mighty slab of meat at the entrance to her pussy then slid backward. She maintained her footing, letting Jack slide into her whenever he bounced up on Vic's dick. "Oh shit," he said at last. "I don't think I can last much longer!" Angela whispered something into her ear, and Dawn stepped away. Angela, without causing Vic to miss a beat, placed her massive breasts on either side of Jack's bouncing cock. Dawn stood behind her, reaching down and pushing Angela's breasts together tightly around his cock. Angela just slid her hands up and down Dawn's muscular legs, letting the other girl and Jack do all the work. Jack, for his part, was moaning in ecstasy now, his dick in the grip of Angela's titanic tits and Vic's thick cock pummeling his ass. Vic was at the end of his rope. He arched his back leaving his dick completely in his friend's posterior, and shot his load in that tight ass for the second time that day. That was all the incentive Jack needed and feeling Vic's cum erupt deep within him, he shot his own load which rocketed up out of Angela's cleavage and spread all over his own chest. The two girls began licking his sticky stuff off of him. Jack just collapsed on top of Vic, who in turn started sucking on his neck. Not wanting anyone to be left out, the guys placed the girls on the sofa and started eating their cunts for all they were worth. Vic worked on Angela's pussy while Jack ate Dawn. Vic thought Angela's pussy was even more beautiful than Dawns. It was perfectly shaved, pink on the inside while dark on the outside, and swollen to its limits. He looked over at Jack. "I'll make mine cum before you make yours!" And with a grin from Jack, the race was on. Both lapped at their respective girls maniacally. The girls' moanings filled the air. Vic concentrated on the clit and mound while Jack brought his fingers into play, finger Dawn's asshole and pussy. Not to be outdone, Vic slowly inserted one thumb into Angela's asshole while sucking both of her pussy-lips into his mouth. That was the last straw. Her legs clenched his head like they were a vice. "I'm COMING!" And cum she did. He lapped all he could, but it was like a damn had broken. Dawn was not far behind her. He looked over and saw every muscle in her body seize up and then unleash a torrent of her own. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in an "O" shape, but all sound seemed to have escaped her. Finally, both girls relaxed and fell back to the couch. The guys joined them, turning the sofa in tangle of flesh. There was a lot of fondling and nuzzling, but no speaking. None of them seemed to need to say anything. After a while, the girls retired to the spare bedroom while Jack and Vic went to Vic's bedroom. They crawled under the sheets, but before going to sleep, Jack kissed Vic one last time. The quarterback responded in kind. The kiss seemed to say what Jack had needed to hear; everything was going to be o.k. They fell asleep, Jack's head on Vic's chest. Vic woke up first the next morning. He looked out the window and saw a light snow falling. He stood up and opened the curtains all the way. The soft light flooded the room. He looked back and saw a gorgeous young man in his bed. The sheets were pulled down to Jack's waist, revealing that smooth, chiseled chest and abdomen. Vic sat down next to him on the bed. He was still sleeping. Vic pulled the covers all the way off the bed, leaving Jack completely exposed. Vic noticed his friend was sporting some enormous morning wood. He traced Jack's cock with one finger, enjoying the heat and hardness of it. He got a bottle of lube and placed it on the nightstand. He would need it later, but for the moment he just grasped Jack's shaft and placed the head in his mouth. He sucked on it gently at first, then slid a little more in his mouth. He tried to relax his throat like Dawn had done, and he managed to slide a little more into his mouth than he had yesterday. He knew he would probably never be able to deep-throat all nine inches, but he was getting better. He gently fondled Jack's balls while stroking all of the cock that he couldn't fit into his mouth. "Well, merry Christmas to you too!" Jack apparently had finally woken up. "Now I could get used to waking up like this." "We'll see what we can do. But since you're awake . . ." Vic grabbed the lube and smeared in generously onto Jack's dick. He rubbed it in, then straddled Jack's midsection. "Are you ready for this?" Vic smiled. "Shut up and fuck me!" "Now that's the Christmas spirit!" He ran the head of his dick up and down Vic's butt crack until it came to a rest at Vic's virgin asshole. Vic slowly pushed backward, feeling his sphincter spread. At first, it was agony, but Vic knew it would be. He waited for what seemed like forever, but his sphincter muscles finally relaxed enough so that he could slide the head all the way in. Once the head was in, the pleasure began to set in. Vic knew that the area around the asshole was sensitive, but he never knew how sensitive until then. He felt his backside constrict and loosen as Jack's enormous cock slid in and out. The pleasure was as intense as any he had ever experienced. Jack, meanwhile, had grabbed Vic's dick and was stroking it. Vic knew it wouldn't be long. The feeling of Jack's dick in his ass and hand on his cock was too much. "No. Too soon!" "Let it go!" said Jack. "There will be plenty of times to repeat. Just cum all over me!" With that, Vic let it loose. He sunk down onto Jack's cock and stayed there. Jack stepped up the pace on stroking Vic's member. Vic's ass muscles clamped down and he felt his balls contract. He started shooting his load by the bucket. The first splatter landed on Vic's chest, while the second wave landed solidly on his face. Jack began licking his friend's salty residue off his lips. Apparently, the pressure exerted by Vic's ass was too much, and Vic felt Jack release his hot cum deep into his ass. He enjoyed the feeling of Jack's enormous cock pumping gallons of sticky stuff deep inside him. They remained in that position for several minutes before Vic collapsed next to his friend. Under the Mistletoe! They lay there, two incredibly handsome young men in a strangely tender embrace. They heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom next door. "It would seem," said Jack, "that we aren't the only ones feeling a tad amorous this morning." Vic smiled. "Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas!" was the only reply as together as they watched the snow continue to fall. Under The Mistletoe Under The Mistletoe Adaptation by Charles Lawson Characters MICKIE JAMES has long auburn hair and is 5 feet and 4 inches tall, she weighs124 pounds. Her measurements are 38DD-27-40 and her shoe size is 7. She's wearing a very tight fitting black tank top with a short polka dot miniskirt and a heart shaped necklace. TRISH STRATUS has long blonde hair and is 5 feet and 4 inches tall, she weighs 122 pounds. Her measurements are 36DD-24-36 and her shoe size is 7.5. She's wearing a black cardigan and black trousers with a belt around her waist. December 26th, 2005 Bridgeport, Connecticut It was the day after Christmas. Mickie James, Trish Stratus' biggest fan and Trish's opponent in a singles match for the WWE Women's Championship at the upcoming Pay-Per-View, New Year's Revolution on January 8th 2006 at the Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York. Is in the women's changing room alone, decorating two lockers which are next to each other that belong to herself and to Trish Stratus. "She's gonna love it, I cant wait" Mickie says smiling proudly as she jumps up and down in excitement. Mickie adds the final touch to the Christmas decorations by switching on the fairy-lights that spiral around the green Christmas tinsel which is suspended from three red ribbons which all overhangs the lockers. The green Christmas tinsel is garnished with blue baubles and has Two personalised Christmas stockings hanging from it. The Christmas stocking on the left has the name "TRISH" embroidered on it while the Christmas stocking on the right has "MICKIE" embroidered on it. Each Christmas stocking has one red and white candy cane sticking out over the top. Trish Stratus enters the women's changing room with the WWE Women's Championship Title draped over her right shoulder, she approaches Mickie who hasn't noticed her. "Tada" Mickie shouts as she switches on the fair-lights. "Oah" Trish says in shock noticing the newly decorated lockers. "Trish, ahh" Mickie screams in delight as she notices Trish beside her. "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas" Mickie say enthusiastically while hugging Trish before she can say or do anything. "Whoa" Trish says as Mickie hugs her. Mickie ends the hug. "Wow, this is" Trish says. "Do you like it?" Mickie interrupts. "I, Yeah, it's very festive" Trish says. Trish fakes a smile. "I figured, you know, we didn't get to spend Christmas together, cause you know we had to go home and spend it with our families, so" Mickie says. "Right" Trish says with a bewildered look on her face. "I figured why not spread a little holiday cheer" Mickie says with a beaming smile. "And you did, everywhere, it's nice" Trish says with a hint of sarcasm. "Thanks" Mickie replies. "Do you like it? Do you like it?" Mickie asks repeatedly. "Yeah" Trish answers. "I mean I know that your Christmas present to me is when I get to wrestle you for the Women's Championship at New Year's Revolution, and I mean just think about it, there's you versus me, the greatest women's champion of all" Mickie says. "Right, yeah, you versus me" Trish interrupts. "Yeah" Mickie agrees. "In the ring for my Women's Championship" Trish says. "Yeah, totally" Mickie interrupts. "Right" Trish replies. "Isn't it exciting." Mickie interrupts. "You realise what the Championship Title means to me right?" Trish asks. "Of course Trish, I mean seriously, I mean" Mickie answers. "And I'll do everything I can to" Trish says. "Yeah, I know but Trish" Mickie interrupts. "Look up" Mickie whispers. "What?" Trish asks. "Look up" Mickie says aloud. Trish looks up at the ceiling and notices the mistletoe hanging from the locker room ceiling. "Do you know what that is?" Mickie asks. "It's the mistletoe" Mickie answers. "Right" Trish agrees, with a worried smile on her face. "You know what that means right?" Mickie asks. Before Trish can reply, Mickie places both her hands on Trish's face and passionately kisses her. Mickie then pulls Trish's head towards her and deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue inside Trish's mouth. Trish is stunned and when she feels Mickie's tongue inside her mouth she pushes Mickie back ending the kiss, nearly dropping the WWE Women's Championship Title which was draped over her right shoulder. "Mickie, what are you?" Trish asks looking confused. "Trish I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, oh my god, please, please don't go, I'm so stupid" Mickie pleads. "You know what, I gotta go, I gotta, this is" Trish says. "I didn't mean it, Trish don't go" Mickie says as Trish walks away. Trish Stratus leaves the women's changing room with the WWE Women's Championship Title in her right hand. "God" Mickie says, venting her frustration by hitting the decorated lockers with her hands. Seconds later. Trish Stratus re-enters the women's changing room and locks the door behind her. "Trish, I'm so sorry, I promise it wont happen again" Mickie says. Trish drops the WWE Women's Championship Title to the floor. "It's all right, I kinda liked it" Trish replies as she moves her right hand through Mickie's hair as she leans in to kiss her. Mickie eagerly kisses Trish back and the two divas embrace each other sliding their tongues into each other's mouths. Trish pushes Mickie up against one of the lockers, ending the kiss. She then steps back and begins to undress in front of Mickie. First she takes off her black cardigan revealing her 36DD black bra. Trish unclips her bra which then falls to the floor. Trish grins as she notices Mickie's eyes glued to her now bare breasts. Trish pulls her shoes and socks off and then turns her back to Mickie. Trish removes her belt from around her waist and drops it to the floor. Trish then teases Mickie by bending over and pulling down her trousers exposing a black thong between her ass cheeks. Trish who's still bent over wiggles her backside in front of Mickie. Trish stands upright with her back still facing Mickie. "This is what you really wanted for Christmas, isn't it Mickie?" Trish says over her right shoulder before slapping her own right ass cheek. Trish then steps out of her trousers which were around her ankles and kicks them aside before turning to face Mickie. "You're a bit over dressed" Trish says standing only in a black thong. "Oh, right" Mickie replies as her face begins to turn red from embarrassment. Trish sits down on a black steel chair and spreads her legs, she then puts her right hand gown her thong and rubs herself while she watches Mickie strip. Mickie begins to strip in front of Trish, she pulls of her tight tank top over her head revealing her 38DD black bra. Mickie then unclips her bra which then falls to the floor. Mickie now topless bends over to pull her shoes and socks off. Mickie pulls down her polka dot miniskirt to her ankles steps out and kicks it aside along with her shoes and socks. Mickie stands only in a black thong, she pulls it down to her an ankles exposing her pussy that had a patch of brown pubic hair above her pussy lips. "Happy Christmas" Mickie says throwing her thong to Trish who's still sat on the steel chair rubbing her crotch. Trish raises Mickie's thong to her nose and inhales. Trish winces from the smell. Trish inspects Mickie's thong and notices the stains inside of Mickie's thong. "How long have you been wearing this?" Trish asks Mickie looking concerned. Mickie's face turns bright red. "Mickie you can trust me, I wont judge " Trish says reassuring Mickie, noticing her embarrassment. "If I need to have a special influence over someone, I'll wear my panties for as long as it takes to get that persons attention without washing or changing them, and if that person still doesn't notice I'll make the smell riper by masturbating regularly and leaving my cum stains in them, which makes them smell really strong" Mickie replies. "So how long?" Trish asks again while trying to hide her amusement. "Since October, after we first met" Mickie answers. Mickie watches Trish bring the soiled thong to her mouth, Trish then begins to lick the inside of Mickie's thong. "Thank you Mickie, it's the most thoughtful Christmas present I've ever got" Trish says before giggling. Mickie grins and picks up Trish's belt and her worn socks which were laying on the floor and turns to face Trish. "Trish, you've been a very, very naughty girl" Mickie says. "And you know what happens to naughty girl's, right?" Mickie asks. "What?" Trish replies. "They get spanked" Mickie answers. Trish grins at Mickie then stands up leaving the steel chair empty for Mickie. Trish drops Mickie's soiled thong beside the chair. Mickie sits on the steel chair with Trish's belt in her right hand. Mickie points down to her lap. "Bend over" Mickie says. "Be gentle" Trish sarcastically replies with a smile across her face. Trish bends over Mickie's lap as ordered with her ass pointing towards heaven. "Put my dirty socks in your fucking mouth" Mickie orders. Mickie hands Trish her worn socks as she lays on her lap. Trish pushes Mickie's worn socks deep inside her mouth. Mickie picks her worn thong off the floor and pulls it over Trish's head. Trish laughs. Mickie begins to whip Trish's backside with Trish's belt, each whip harder than the previous. Trish's screams are muffled from the worn socks inside her mouth. Trish squeezes Mickie's thigh. Mickie stops wiping noticing Trish's pain. Mickie looks down at Trish's ass which is bright red. Trish stands up and pulls Mickie's thong off her head then she puts her hand in her mouth and pulls Mickie's worn socks out of her mouth and drops it all on the floor. Mickie then drops Trish's belt beside the steel chair. Trish licks her lips as she stares at Mickie's voluptuous body. Trish kneels down in between Mickie's legs. "My, my, someone was blessed" Trish says as she cups both of Mickie's breasts with her hands. Trish raises her head and begins sucking on the nipple of Mickie's right breast, making Mickie moan softly. Trish pinches Mickie's left nipple with her fingers as she swirls her tongue around Mickie' right nipple in her mouth. Mickie moves her hands through Trish's blonde blond hair as she bites her bottom lip. "Oh, Trish, that's it" Mickie moans. Mickie moves her own hands down and feels Trish's 36DD breasts. Trish then stands up and sits on Mickie's lap facing her face to face . Trish squeezes her breasts together as Mickie moves her head back and forth licking Trish's nipples. Trish tilts her head back and moans softly as Mickie bites her right nipple. "Mickie, I gotta real Christmas Present for you." Trish says as she puts her middle finger on Mickie's lips and runs it down her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach until her finger reaches Mickie's dripping pussy. Mickie's lip trembles as she feels Trish move her finger up and down the slit of her pussy the Trish pushes her right index and middle finger into her pussy. Mickie arches her back as Trish pumps her fingers in and out of her pussy. Trish then spreads Mickie's pussy lips open with her left hand, and licks her tongue against her pussy. Mickie moans each time as she feel's Trish's tongue slide over her pussy. Trish pushes her tongue inside Mickie's pussy and moving it in and out slowly. Her tongue is joined with two fingers from her right hand, which she pumps in and out of Mickie at a faster pace than her tongue. "Oh, Trish, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" Mickie screams as she has the most intense orgasm of her life. Trish giggles and licks up all of Mickie's discharge. "How was that?" Trish asks looking up at Mickie with a grin on her face. "I loved it, now it's your turn" Mickie says. Mickie sits up of the steel chair and pushes Trish down onto the steel chair. She dives right between Trish's legs and pulls Trish's blank thong off which exposes Trish's shaved pussy. Mickie spreads Trish's pussy lips with her left hand before pushing her tongue inside Trish's pussy. Trish moans and moves her hands around the back Mickie's head pulling Mickie's face against her pussy. Mickie hooks her arms around Trish's legs. Mickie then sits up on her knees and lifts Trish's legs up. Trish wraps her legs around Mickie's head. And grins her pussy against Mickie's face . Trish pulls on her own blond hair as Mickie stops eating Trish's pussy and pushes in three of her fingers from her right hand, pumping them in and out of her at a intense pace. Trish humps Mickie's hand until her body shivers as she climaxes. Mickie retracts her fingers from Trish's pussy and licks Trish's discharge of her hand. "How was that?" Mickie asks as she helps Trish onto her feet. "Perfect" Trish replies. "What next?" Mickie says. "Lets go back to my hotel room" Trish answers. Both Mickie and Trish grin at each other before they kiss. Mickie and Trish then turn around and begin to pick up there clothes and get dressed. Mickie and Trish now fully clothed unlock the women's changing room door. As Mickie opens the door Trish slaps her ass. Mickie suddenly wakes up and realises it was all a dream. THE END