3 comments/ 422910 views/ 11 favorites Under the Fucking Mistletoe By: sirhugs "Let's have a hot tub party for Christmas Eve." "Won't it be too cold?" My wife Mallory always took turns with her three sisters hosting a big family party that rolled nicely into the Santa hour. As none of us had kids, it was a great way to see the holiday in. Whoever hosted Christmas Eve then got a dinner invitation to another sister's home for Christmas, and New Year's Day at the third (two of the sisters, Krista and Claire were twins who shared a condo). The 24th was just a week away, and Mallory had not shown any interest in planning a party. This was quite unusual for her, but since we had shared sexually with her sisters and our neighbours on National Nude Day in July, she had been very withdrawn, not visiting with family or friends often. She was spending lots of time with our new friend and co-worker, Amal. This fine African refugee had moved in with us when her husband had thrown her out for adopting Western ways. Mallory and Amal had explored lesbian love together. Occasionally, I joined in. More rarely, Mallory switched beds and I had Amal all to myself for a night. I worried that Mallory might be either too obsessed with Amal, or ashamed of what she had shared with her sisters. "The forecast has a chance of wet snow, but mild weather," Mallory said cheerfully, handing me a cup of hot cider. "Anyone getting chilly can jump in the tub." "Last time your sisters were here..." I started, but instantly regretted. Fortunately, Mallory just laughed, lustily, right from her toes. I saw a twinkle return to her eye which had been missing for months. "You dirty old man, just wanting to fuck my baby twin sisters again." Claire and Krista were barely in their twenties, just a few years younger than Mallory. I was considered a cradle robber by her parents, who were barely older than me. I was silent for a moment. Mallory wriggled her nose deep in thought, and then grinned even wider. "Oh, so you want by big sis instead?" Bridget, always called B, was an openly bisexual domme, and had taken a leading role first in our fantasies and then in realizing dreams. Mallory had started our slide into polyamory with fictional tales of seduction by B, first of her, then of me. By Earth Day, the story expanded to include all four sisters. But until July, that part had all been imaginary. Still, I said nothing. "Oh," Mallory stretched her smile wider, her whole body surging up and towards me. "You want them all." Now it was my turn to smile. "I still can't get the image of the twins chanting 'orgy, orgy, orgy' out of my mind. I picture that more than the sex that followed." "I can see how much you liked it," Mallory observed, her eyes now focused on my lap, where my surging cock was evident inside my pants. She flicked up and made fresh eye contact, bathing me in her warm smile. Well, at least she wasn't depressed. Without another word, she dipped forward from the waist, her fingers grabbing the waist of my pants and dragging them towards the floor. "Are you wishing it was Amal doing this?" she asked, and then flicked her tongue out, teasing the tip of my growing organ, which bobbed its head in agreement. "Or maybe our little old neighbour lady, Mrs. Ludweg?" "Who knew that seniors could give such great head?" "You liked how her tongue circled at the base of your helmet?" Mallory demonstrated the maneuver, and then giggled. "I have a confession to make." "What?" "I've invited the Ludwegs to use the hot tub a few times while you've been at work, and Mrs. L has given me some lessons. It turns out that Mr. L having a small cock that takes lots of effort to suck hard, and then even more to come, makes him a great practice dummy." My cock seemed pleased by this news, or maybe it was just reacting to the way that Mallory was fondling my balls while tonguing the underside of my shaft slowly from the root to the head, and then back again. "But your cum tastes sweeter. Mr. L is salty tasting." A shiver ran through Mallory's body. She bobbed her head down over my fully erect rod, swallowing it into her throat, but quickly pulled back to speak more. "Their daughter Alisha, though, tastes really sweet. She's joined in the practice a few times too." My balls throbbed in Mallory's palm. "Oh, I can tell you like that idea." The image of this athletic young woman swallowing her elderly parent's load suddenly appearing in my brain, complete with a slimy cum trail from his reddened tip to her plush lower lip. Although she had deep throated him the first time we had met, that whole experience had taken on a dream like quality, and I wasn't totally convinced that it, and the Nude Day orgy, might not be figments of my imagination, despite the undeniable fact that I woke up most mornings with not just Mallory, but also Amal, in my bed. "You mean Aly s...su...sucks her Dad's cock?" I stammered, seeking confirmation that events had really happened. "What's wrong with that? You get off watching my sisters and I eat each other's pussies. Aly is a consenting adult. Maybe if we invite her over, you could be the beneficiary of the lessons her Mom gave her," Mal chuckled. "You already have been, you know. I'm surprised you didn't notice I've learned a few tricks." In demonstration, Mallory lifted the tip of my cock skyward while she crouched lower and rolled her tongue all around the root of my shaft and then sucked each ball into her mouth one at a time, slowly, also rolling them around. "Maybe the Ludwegs will bring Aly?" I managed to mumble. "If she's home. The reason you haven't seen much of her is that she went away to school," Mallory replied. "I know the twins have wanted to get together with her for a long time." Images of the twins entwined with Alisha, in a daisy chain brought my balls up into my groin. Krista and Claire were lithe athletes. Alisha had similar features and colouring, but was more amply endowed, and full bodied. I pictured the pile of blondeness, with tongues cleaving labia as fingers caress breasts. It would be hard to tell where one gal ended and the next began. Mallory felt the shiver run through my spine. She rolled her tongue around my shaft, bathing it in a circular motion from base to tip, and then quickly swallowed my length in one gulp. Her passion combined with my imagination, and my sperm burst out of my slit, exploding into her throat. Mallory kept her lips locked under my helmet, suctioning the whole load upwards into her mouth, pumping my rod and milking my balls until I was drained. Her tongue flicked across her shiny lips as Mallory finally fell back into a squat, looking up at me dreamily. I knelt in front of her and carefully cupped her chin in my fingers, tilting her mouth upwards. She closed her eyes and rocked forward, meeting my kiss. My tongue roughly pushed past her lips. Mallory gasped, her warm breathe misting on my teeth as she was forced to open wide, but then her tongue also reached out, meeting mine and sliding past into my open cavity. My hands started on her shoulders, but as we kissed, automatically my fingers roamed along her spine, tracing the row of vertebrae, touching each bump as if playing an oboe. Each finger tap made Mallory sigh. Each sigh was deeper, until, as I caressed the indentation where spine dipped above curves, she groaned. I slid my hands lower, cupping her cheeks, lifting her upwards, fingertips teasing her slit from below and behind. Just as quickly as I touched there, I pulled my hands up and away. Then I touched her sides at waist level, smoothly brushing her warm flesh, coming upwards to cup her ripe tits in either hand. Finally I broke free of her mouth and dropped my head, kissing first her left nipple and then her right. Mallory grasped my hair in her fingers and held me there, grinding my whiskers across the tender flesh of her breast. "Do you love the taste of your cum in my mouth? How will you like tasting another man on my lips?" Mallory's hand dropped to my lap, capturing my throbbing cock. "Oh, I think you like it." She steered my mouth across to her other nipple. Now unable to do more than moan, I gently tipped her backwards slowly, so that she could slide her legs out and lie on her back rather than dropping into a painful heap. Mallory was careful never to release her grip on my cock. She softly pumped the shaft, massaging it into tumescence. Without pausing, Mallory guided my tip into her warm wet pussy, drawing my length deep inside in a single stroke. Her hips thrust up off the deck with increasing rapidity. I tried to kiss her mouth, but she twisted her head, avoiding more than a brush of lips on lips. Soon, her hand again touched my jaw, aiming my mouth to her neck, moaning as I kissed and then bit her flesh. I started in the middle of her throat but gradually licked and nibbled up the right side to just beneath her ear, then jumped across to nip at the very point of her shoulder. I planted a fast trail of sloppy wet kisses across her collarbone, pausing to roll my tongue slowly within the dent at the top of her breastbone, and then working out to the left shoulder. All this time, Mallory only groaned, her butt thumping into the deck as my cock shoved in and out of her, as if it had a will of its own, burying itself to the root with each increasingly powerful thrust. Having just come, my erection lasted longer than usual, and we fucked intensely, lost in the moment. My teeth were grazing on Mallory's left earlobe as she climaxed with a growl, and then, with a firm tug on my balls, she inserted a finger up my ass. Mallory knew very well that this would trigger a fresh burst of seed surging up my cock and flooding into her womb. She screamed loud and long through a chain of orgasms, her vaginal walls milking every drop of semen from my deflating cock, refusing to release me until I was empty and flaccid. Finally, she collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Well, I guess if the Ludwegs are home, they heard that," she said. "So, let's have a party," I agreed. Mallory worked with me normally, but a lot of her energy was diverted into planning her party. I was occupied with business, sorting out details before a few days off for the holidays. As a result, although Amal had only joined our business a few months ago, she had to step in to help me more directly than usual. "You've gone from answering phones to closing deals overnight," I commented to the African goddess one evening as the sun set on another profitable day. "I'm just glad for the opportunity that you and Mallory have given me." Amal had a regal bearing, and always spoke in calm measured tones, with just a hint of British schooling in her English. Her husband had divorced her as punishment for adopting western ways after they moved to our town. Luck had brought her to our doorstep. Sex had cemented our relationship. Since Amal lived in our spare room – when she wasn't sharing the bed with Mallory and me - we had driven in to work together. All of the other staff had left for the day and we were alone, putting away a few files. As she reached up to place a folder on a high shelf, I noticed that the slit in her wrap around skirt fell open to reveal her leg all the way up. "Maybe I should put those legs into sales full time," I joked. Amal turned and grinned. The corners of her mouth seemed to stretch all the way to her ears. My eyes bounced from her lush lips to the exposed tops of her firm ripe round tits, framed in the plunging neckline of her dress, cantilevered in place by a push up bra, all designed to show her assets to advantage. Nothing was as sexy as Amal's legs, though. Her skin was the dark chocolate of pure cocoa, just a shade lighter than true ebony black. She wore no hose, bare flesh hinting at the sweetness under her skirt. I stepped closer and Amal leaned back against the shelf, facing me. She made no movement to avoid what might follow. She was willing, but a slave none the less. Despite rejecting her husband's imposed servitude, Amal had been well trained from childhood to be obedient and giving. After Mallory opened up Amal's pent up sexual desires, this skill was focused on pleasing us, and receiving pleasure in return. "Are you wearing panties?" I asked, running my hand inside her knee and up along her soft brown flesh as I spoke. "Mallory gave me a pair with reindeers on them. She said that you might like them." I thought I noticed a slight blush redden the chocolate cheeks, as the tips of my fingers brushed higher up Amal's thighs, almost reaching the junction. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, her lips barely touching mine, and then spoke again, whispering. "You won't find the panties there anymore though." I could hear and feel her breathing as my fingernails nuzzled up against her nubby pubic hair. "Where are they?" I replied. "They got soaked while I was chatting up the customer, so..." "You went to the ladies room and took them off?" I interjected. My fingers explored the dampness between her legs. "Not quite." Amal moaned gently as my thumb brushed her labia open. "I gave them to him." "Where?" I gasped, frozen with two fingers poised to peel Amal's pussy open like a flower. "In the supply room. I told him that we had some inventory there I wanted to show him." Amal might be submissive, but she knew when to give me a nudge. Her slender fingers closed over my hand, even though the fabric of her dress was in between. She calmly used my fingers as sex toys while she spoke. "I knew I had his attention when he first came in. He couldn't stop looking down my cleavage. So I made a point of standing extra long under that mistletoe the girls put over by the water cooler, until finally he got the hint." Amal sighed and paused as my fingers slid inside her cunt. "Oh, yessss.....he finger fucked me just like that in the supply room, and then....." "Yes? Go on. Tell me how you closed the sale, you little slut." "He ...he...wanted to sniff my panties, and then he wanted to lick the juices flowing down my legs. He started at my knees and worked up. First he cleaned my left thigh, stopping only when his nose nuzzled my cunt. Then he repeated the same on the right leg, except that time he didn't stop at the top. He buried his whole nose deep inside me, like it was a miniature cock. I've had you and Mallory and a few others eat my pussy, but never like this man did. He truly fucked me with his face. I came before he even touched me with his tongue. As my climax started, he finally pulled his face back, and lapped up all of my flow. First he just flicked his tongue lightly around as the flow began, but in order to keep up, he started lapping me like a thirsty sheep dog. As my tremors slowed, he finished up locking his lips around my clit and sucking my cunt like a cock. That triggered a whole fresh orgasm." I stroked Amal's clit, imagining the way that waves of climax had coursed through her lean body. I knew from personal experience that her nerves were hair trigger, that a touch of her ear could make a nipple erect. Caressing her clit would heat up her very core. "I'm sure he loved that taste, but didn't you have to please him more conventionally to close the deal?" "Once I stopped shuddering, he kissed me. I think he was shocked that I didn't shy away from tasting my own juices. While he focused on caressing my teeth with the tip of his tongue, I found some scraps of Christmas ribbon left over from the gift exchange. I wrapped them around the top of his ball sack as an impromptu cock ring. Then I fell to my knees and started praising his 'candy cane'. Amal giggled as I started thrusting my fingers deeper inside of her. "I waited until he begged me to lick him. First, I rolled the ribbons up and around his cock, trailing them up from the base, tickling the tip, and then pulling it tight, making the head glow purple." Her fingers reached down and found my zipper, casually unleashing my throbbing cock as she described her sale. "I controlled my pace carefully, teasing him by breathing on his cockhead, my lips within an inch of touching him. I kept talking to him, asking him if he was Santa, and whether I would still get a present if I was a naughty girl this year, stuff like that." She giggled again, stroking my shaft. "I even told him he was better hung than Rudolph. By then I could feel the load of sperm rolling in his balls, ready to explode. I pulled the ribbon tighter to prevent that, and gave him one kiss on the very tip of his cock. Then I dipped even lower, and took each of his balls into my mouth individually. I forget what Mallory told me that is called." "Teabagging." "That's what I did. I kept stroking his shaft while I teabagged him, trailing my fingers under the rim of his helmet, and flicking them across his slit." Amal treated my cock the same way, though my unrestrained balls were not getting any sucking at the moment. "Did you torture him into buying?" I asked, "because that wouldn't be ethical." "No, silly," Amal chuckled from deep in her chest. "I just finally took his mushroom into my lips and gradually lowered my mouth over his length, easing the ribbon down the shaft as I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth, and then down my throat. I was careful to maintain the tension of the ribbon around his balls though, no matter how much I could feel the rush wanting to begin." Her fingers toyed with my balls. "I told him he had nice Christmas baubles, but that it was time to shower me with his gifts." "So you swallowed his cum?" "Having never swallowed cum before I met you, I am still always shocked at how each man tastes a little different. His was sweet, with hints of a buttery flavour. It burst out in great gooey globs. I'm afraid I missed the first spurt. It caught me right on the chin. I had to scoop it up with my fingers and lick them clean. Do I have sheen on my chin?" I looked closely at Amal's flawless skin. "Nothing I can see." "Would you mind licking it to double check?" I reacted instinctively to obey, despite the supposed dominant position I enjoyed, and without thought of the weirdness of tasting another man's sperm. "I love how your fingers never stop probing me," Amal sighed. "Fuck me, like it was your cock," Her hand pumped my shaft for emphasis. "Tell me more about the customer." "I took his cock back into the warmth of my mouth before if got soft, and stimulated his prostate so that he was good and hard. Then I pushed him to the floor on his back. I used one of those novelty green condoms you got for gag gifts for special accounts, slipping it onto his length with my tongue. Then I sat straight down onto his rod before I let go of it. Having just come, he seemed to last the whole twelve days of Christmas. I knew I had the sale, but I just kept on riding even after my climax. The orgasms came in waves, crashing through my body." "I wonder if that surveillance camera we put in last summer to check for stock theft recorded this." "You would see me with my head tossed back, my eyes closed, and my top open as my fingers twisted my own nipples savagely. You'd see my pussy rise up off his cock until only the tip was inside of me, and then I would be slamming back down on top of him. Then, I started rocking, throwing my whole body forward as I impaled my cunt on his hardness." Amal paused, groaning softly as I intensified the twisting of my fingers, now grabbing at her clit and tugging it. Each pull was a bit more forceful. "Go on." I urged. "The tape would show...actually, I'm a bit embarrassed...." "What? Why?" "I'm supposed to be a slave, and I love to please the customers, but I know the tape would show that when he reached up and tried to touch my tits, I slapped him." "Really?" "Yes and not his hands either. I slapped his face. Pretty hard." Under the Fucking Mistletoe "Was he upset?" "No, in fact he said he'd double his order if I would come over and do more of that sort of stuff at his house." Amal gasped out the last few words as she panted into an orgasm. "Why don't you invite him to the hot tub party instead? With all Mallory's sisters there, we need more cocks." Amal chuckled. "Those girls are so cock crazy." "But they love same sex too." Amal mewed her agreement, moaning like a kitten. "Okay, I'll call him, but first...." Amal slid forward with her normal feline grace and twirled her hips, nudging my fingers loose. Before I even knew what she was doing, my cock slid into her wet waiting cunt like a hand into a warm glove. "Don't fret about safe sex. I've agreed with Mallory that you're the only guy allowed to ride me bareback." After all of the foreplay, it didn't take many of Amal's powerful thrusts before my balls, needing no stimulation, insisted on some relief. My come gushed upward, rushing through my pulsing shaft. Amal felt the explosion and switched her motions, no longer pushing, but instead writhing, milking my load with her pussy walls. She held me tightly and we kissed as I came, not relaxing until the last drop had seeped into her flesh. "Oh my gosh," Amal said, glancing up at the clock as she settled on my lap in post coital bliss, "look at the time, we're late for the hot tub party." So I arrived at my own Christmas Eve party already well fucked, but looking forward to whomever I found in the hot tub. Amal and I had brought separate cars to work [didn't you say earlier that you drove in together?], and she stayed an extra moment to phone her new lover. My understanding with Mallory however meant that as soon as I got home, I looked for a private moment with her. Luckily, she was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine. "Perfect timing, doll," she said. "You can grab that tray of glasses. I'll toss this last bottle in the ice and carry the cooler out myself." Mallory chuckled. "Of course, you might want to strip first. Bridget has declared this a clothing free party. Though Krista insisted on wearing holly in her hair, and Claire matched that by putting a garland of mistletoe running along the tops of her tits, with one piece dangling down over her pussy, at least until she's in the tub. By then, I think everyone will get the point." After another hearty laugh, she glanced around. "Where's Amal? She's supposed to be a slave in the bedroom, not at work, you old slave driver you." "I thought she was just a lusty sex kitten wherever she is." "Ohhh.....I think someone got a present already." I think I even blushed. Until recently, our marriage had been monogamous in fact, enlivened by fantasies of swapping, incest and group sex. Mallory had obviously taken comfort in the new reality more quickly than I had. "Yeah, she'll be along in a few minutes. She had to stay and freshen up. You don't mind?" "Mind what?" "I've never fucked Amal at work before." "Yes you have. There was that time you heard us in the ladies room and came in to see if there was trouble with the plumbing." I smiled as I recall that the only trouble was the puddle of wetness on the floor where Mallory's fluids had pooled while Amal had eaten her pussy. Amal's ass had been pointing towards me, and I hadn't waited for an invitation before I had dropped my pants and joined in. Amal's consent was evidenced by her appreciative mumble as the tip of my cock had grazed her flesh. She had been a moving target, gyrating as she whipped her tongue across and around my wife's clit. The head of my cock had bounced around for a minute, rubbing the soft skin of her chocolate rump. Finally, Amal had reached back, without missing a lick, and steered my rod into her dripping pussy. We fucked intensely, her hips thrusting back as I pumped forward, rocking on my heels. Her knees flexed, seesawing her lower body while Mallory's pussy kept humping her face. Mallory's eyes had locked on mine as she slowly grinned widely, her joy apparent. She had reached up then and tweaked Amal's nipples, just before screaming out her own orgasm, triggering a chain of climaxes than ran through all three of us in succession. The session ended with my leaving my wife and our lover alone to finish what they had begun. My last image had been Amal up on the counter, Mallory eating my cum out of her cunt. Of course, an hour later they came and asked me to clean up. As Mallory had put it then, "Amal might be our sex slave, but she's not the cleaning lady." This Christmas Eve, I just said, "well, I've never done it at work without you." "After my lessons with Mrs. L, I don't think we can expect that we'll limit our adventures to joint efforts, honey. As long as we are careful and honest, that's what counts. Now come greet your guests." I didn't quite get out to the hot tub before Mallory's sister Krista came through the patio doors into the kitchen. She was naked, except for a garland of holly in her hair. "Need help, Mal..." she said, then noticed me. She glanced upwards and grinned. My eyes followed hers. Someone had hung a huge wad of mistletoe from a light fixture. A sign attached read "this is the kissing mistletoe". I stepped across the room, taking the fact that Krista was standing there as an invitation, if not a demand. She kissed me hard. Her lips pressed firmly against mine, her tongue pushing my teeth open and probing. She held me close to prolong the kiss, grinding her hips against my cock, which quickly swelled in response. My hands moved without any conscious thought, cupping her buttocks and lifting her hips slightly, so that only my clothes prevented the head of my cock from entering her already excited cunt. Mallory put down what she was carrying, and walked behind her sister, pressing her large breasts into Krista's back. Mal's fingers reached between us and caressed her sister's nipples. "Why has your hubby still got his clothes on?" a new voice asked. Glancing over Krista's shoulder, I saw that Bridget, the oldest and most aggressive sister, had entered the room. "That's only the kissing mistletoe, so don't get too carried away you there," B continued. She grabbed one of the trays and went back outside. The interruption distracted Krista enough that she relaxed her arms and turned. She gave Mallory a long tongue twisting kiss while I stood there suddenly empty handed. My puzzled state was short lived however, as Krista's twin Claire came bouncing through the kitchen from the direction of the nearest washroom. Like the other sisters, she was naked. Her long hair flowed in a ponytail. Her coltishness made her seem even younger than her twenties. Seeing me standing under the 'kissing mistletoe', Claire stood on her toes and gave me a brief peck on the lips. This surprised me a bit, because she was normally vivacious and outgoing. "Haven't seen you since summer, big brother", she teased, though I was actually her brother. Claire had graduated and gone to graduate school across the country. It was the first time she had ever been apart from her twin. My confusion shifted as she grabbed my hand and lead me outside. Dangling from a wire used to hang patio lanterns was another bunch of mistletoe. This time, the sign read "this is the make out mistletoe." Claire giggled, "Since we are both already warmed up, I though we could skip the appetizer." She turned, pivoting her athletic rear into my groin, her buttocks cleaving around my erection, and started sliding her flesh along mine. I needed no prompting to raise my hands swiftly up her sides, pausing only briefly to caress her muscled abdomen, and then cupped her tiny ghosts of tits in either hand. "Remember, no fucking under this mistletoe," Claire sighed as she leaned her head back onto my shoulder, arching her back as I twisted and pulled on her nipples. "Huh?" "This is just the making out mistletoe. The fucking mistletoe is over there." Claire waved towards the hot tub. I noticed the Bridget was in the tub with Mr. and Mrs. Ludweg on either side of her. All three had their hands underwater, and the arm motions suggested that they were all busy. Mallory and Krista were just sliding into the other side of our oversized tub. I saw a sign stuck to a pole dangling over the tub. Four sprigs of mistletoe pointed like a compass, crowned by a placard reading "This is the fucking mistletoe". "I hope you aren't all fucked out before I get my turn with you over there," Claire moaned, reaching back between her own thighs to caress my balls. The kneading made my head swell fatter as it stroked her flesh. "I love the touch of your hands, but I've been dreaming of the feeling that your hardness gives me in my cunt since summer. But since I fucked you first that day, Mal made me promise I wouldn't be greedy today." Her fingers rubbed the base of my cock and the sift flesh behind my balls. "Well, to be honest, you would only be the first if we are just talking about underneath the fucking mistletoe," I admitted. "You didn't have time to fuck Mallory in the kitchen. I don't think this morning before work would count." I gently kneaded her tits, pulling on her sensitive nipples until she whimpered. My silence hung in the air. Finally, Claire grinned up at me, mashing my cock even more tightly between our bodies. "Ohhhh....you fucked someone else!" I know I blushed. My fingers froze on her tits. "You remember Amal, the African woman you met in the summer? She not only lives with us, she works at my company." I paused again. This time, Claire prompted me with a quick flick of finger nails across my tender scrotum. "Well, I fucked her at work. She should be home any second. She was just cleaning up." As if on cue, the door opened and shut, and Amal breezed through with her eternal grace. By the time she came through the kitchen into view, her dress was off and she was nude. Her chocolate skin gleamed in the sunlight. Claire gasped. "Holy fuck. She's gorgeous. I forgot just how stunning she was." Instinctively, Claire clasped my hands tighter to her bosom, pushed back harder against my hardness, and then started rubbing her own clit. She was so wet that even from behind I could feel the juices soaking her thighs. "Maybe you ought to invite her to be your first under the fucking mistletoe." I replied. Before either of us could do anything further though, a rotund white haired bearded man entered behind Amal. He had already paused inside to shed his clothing. "Everyone, this is Kris Kringle. He's our newest customer," Amal shouted, "and he likes to party." "Ho, ho, ho, do I ever," Kringle laughed, "especially on Christmas Eve. I'm so horny I could fuck a reindeer. Just joking, of course. There are lots of fine looking women here that ought to be sugar plums enough for me." As he spoke, Kringle walked right past the kissing mistletoe, and only glanced above Claire and me at the make out mistletoe. I was still standing motionless in stunned admiration of his larger than life character as he leapt over the side of the hot tub, to one side of Krista. Amal quickly dropped on his other side, nuzzling close to his side. "We meant it when we convinced Mallory to put up the signs you know," Mrs. Ludweg said from across the tub. "No one better enter this tub without fucking anybody who wants a turn. That's our Christmas gift for each other. Of course, if you get too tired..." "All fucked out, she means," explained Mr. L. "...you just go rest on a deck chair, or fetch drinks," his wife continued as if he hadn't interrupted. Bridget said nothing, but giggled and wriggled. She swatted playfully at Mr. L's shoulder. "Oh, dear, you've got her all twisted around with her cunt and her anus speared on your fingers, honey," Mrs. L said to him. "Time for that girl to get some serious fucking." "Go ahead and fuck her, Kris," Amal suggested. "Since you are the new guest here, you should go first, and you've already had me." Bridget needed no further encouragement. She launched herself directly across the tub, settling onto Kringle's lap. From her quick gasp, his cock must have easily slid home inside of her already excited cunt. "Oh my gosh, he's huge," Bridget grunted, starting to bounce ferociously, her haunches lifting above the surface of the water on each stroke before she crashed back down onto Kringle's weapon. "I have to see this from closer up," Claire said, and she wriggled out of my grasp to sit on the side of the tub between Mallory and Krista. As she watched, she calmly toyed with her twin's hair. Krista responded by lifting out of the water and giving her twin a deep most unsisterly kiss. Claire slowly slid back on the decking, lying with only her feet dangling in the tub. Krista slid down her twin's body, skin caressing skin, kissing as she went. Krista's lips flitted like a butterfly across Claire's throat, dancing briefly along her collarbone before pausing to pay gentle tribute to those amazing erect nipples. I stood motionless, my cock suddenly bobbing open in the crisp winter air. My eyes flicked from one scene to the other, equally excited by Bridget pounding Kringle's meat inside her womb and the tender twin lesbianism. Mallory turned, joining Krista in feasting on Claire. Briefly, each sister nibbled a nipple. Then Krista worked down, pausing to roll her tongue around Claire's navel while Mallory alternated from tit to tit. This had obviously distracted Claire from watching Kringle and Bridget fucking, but the rest of us all shifted to watch both groups simultaneously, although the Kringle and Bridget's fierce fucking would no doubt lead them to climax first. Krista worked down to Claire's swollen labia. She began by running her tongue up the slit, and just grazing the pearl standing at attention in the middle of the petals. After the first few passes, Krista opened her lips and drew Claire's nub into her mouth. Suddenly, she was attacking her twin's clit with as much intensity as her older sister was devoting to fucking our guest. Claire's hips began bouncing up off the deck, meeting Krista's tongue. Mallory turned and began caressing one breast of each sister. Mrs. L moved next, sliding across the tub behind Krista, who was too intent on her own efforts to make a sound as our older neighbour thrust her tongue deep into Krista's own pussy, parting the lips and entering like a horny hard cock. Mrs. L's nose was buried deep into Krista's ass cleavage, and she rocked her head, intent it seemed on stimulating Krista through both holes. Glancing down, I realized that I was holding my own swollen member in my hand, not stroking it, just cupping it like I was shaking hands. As I wondered who I should join under the fucking mistletoe, Mr. L made his own choice, launching around the tub in a semicircle until he was beside Amal. Our brown skinned lover was engaged in play with Bridget and Kringle, caressing B's tits and rubbing her own lithe form along the old man's furry body. This left her rear facing Mr. L who began lapping at her pussy from behind, in much the same way that his wife was enjoying Krista. This coincidence, and Mallory's talk of lessons, flooded my mind with images of them demonstrating this for Mallory, and then on my wife. A brief flash of residual jealousy flashed up from the depths of my guts, but my cock quelled that quickly, surging to even more turgid fatness, precum dripping to the deck as I watched the scene unfold. I couldn't resist stroking my cock as I watched, even though I ought to join the crowd in the tub under the fucking mistletoe. Amal had raised her rump out of the tub so that Mr. L could suck her clit into his mouth. I admired how his teeth danced lightly across the tender flesh without making Amal yelp in pain. Instead, Amal was quickly grunting and moaning in appreciation, her sounds blending into a chorus with Bridget, Claire and Krista. Mallory was the only sister not being taken to heaven, so I decided that I should do my husbandly duty, despite the earlier suggestions that my first turn ought to belong elsewhere. Before I could jump in the tub however, Mallory hoisted herself to the deck and in one smooth move planted her dripping wet cunt on Claire's face. The young twin did not hesitate a second. She extended her tongue up out of her mouth and took Mal's hips in her hands. Mallory was bouncing on her haunches, being tongue fucked by her sister. Mrs. L was now lapping at Krista's cunt, her flattened tongue moving in long strokes from the apex, where the clit was straining for attention, to the anus, where Mrs. L would pause to stab at the dark rose, teasing the muscle ring open, before licking in the opposite direction. At almost the same instant, Claire inserted two fingers into Mallory's rear, making my wife bounce even harder, and Mrs. L slid her forefinger and middle finger inside Krista's anus, fucking her with her tongue like Claire was doing to Mallory. I stood stunned at Mallory's excitement over the anal and vaginal double penetration. Our earlier adventures had never included that action. I again assumed that this was part of the lessons with the Ludwegs. That thought made me reflect upon Mallory having mentioned that Alisha, the Ludweg's college aged daughter, had shared some of the lessons. Just at that moment, a familiar young voice from behind me shouted "Last one in the hot tub gets no fucking despite the mistletoe." I turned to see Alisha running from the door, throwing her clothes off as she passed me. I quickly overcame my shock and used my longer legs and familiarity with the deck to spring into the tub just as she did. "Tie means more fucking," she shouted, laughing and splashing water at me. "I thought you were away at school." "I was. I just got in. Mom had told me about your party, so I came directly from the airport. You think I would miss your great cock?" To demonstrate her point, Alisha grabbed my shaft and tugged me through the water towards her. "I don't think Mallory will mind if I get this load," she said, pulling the head of my cock just out of the water and bobbing down to flick her tongue across my slit. "But you skipped the kissing mistletoe and the making out mistletoe." Alisha chuckled. In spite of her youth, she had a deep hearty laugh. "I knew about the theme, so I sort of warmed up on the plane. I bought some mistletoe at the gift shop. I made both my seat mates kiss me. The female one was a bit shocked, but it turned out that she was by far the better kisser. She gave me her tongue like she was fucking my mouth with it. That turned my back to the guy. He was gross and sweaty, so I broke off the kiss with the woman and swatted his hands. I told him that I was saving the making out mistletoe for the washroom." As Alisha spoke, she licked the precum off my helmet, rolling her tongue under the rim. I glanced across and saw that Mallory was still hopping on top of Claire's face, so I started twirling Alisha's tender young nipples. "Which of them followed you to the washroom?" I asked, "Or did they both?" Alisha laughed hard enough that everyone looked at us. Mallory chuckled and smiled, throwing me a stagy wink. "I see you found a good choice for your first round, honey" she said in gasps, her breathing muted by Claire's two pronged attack on her pussy and her ass. Mr. and Mrs. L barely interrupted their respective fucking to smile proudly at the way their young daughter was now swirling her tongue around my shaft. She worked all the way down and around my length, my hips automatically rising up out of the water to accommodate her talents. "I think they both wanted to, but it turned out that one of the stews had seen me kissing the woman, and she asked me to go to the galley for a moment." Alisha paused, nibbling the base of my cock between words. "It seemed that the crew had making out mistletoe of their own back there. She and the guy stew each took one tit. At first they just massaged them through my clothes, but eventually they got my shirt off and sucked on my nipples right there. I think at least a few passengers could see us. Before long, each one of them had a finger inside of me." Under the Fucking Mistletoe "Like this?" I replied, slipping my digit through her already distended petals, thrusting into her like a cock. "Well, they spent more time working right on my clit. It was like their pinkies were swords, and they were jousting with my button. I came in waves, and then I screamed so loudly the Captain asked over the intercom whether there was an emergency in the cabin." "How did they respond?" I asked, sliding a second finger into her cunt and flicking her clit with my thumb as she began working her lips around my head and down to swallow my cock. It was a few minutes of heaven before Alisha came up for air to speak again. In the meanwhile, the only reason I didn't flood her tonsils with sperm was the firm grip she kept at my root. "The stewardess picked up a handset and whispered to the pilot that the only emergency was that her cunt needed a good fucking right away or she might flood the plane with her cum. He ordered her up to the cockpit, and we didn't see her again that flight." I glanced around the hot tub while Alisha ducked almost totally underwater to suck my balls. Her tiny fingers felt terrific on the tender underside of my cock as she moved my meat out of her way. Bridget was still riding Kringle, her head tossed back as she slammed her hip s down, and rocked back as she rose up almost out of the water. Amal was behind her, trying to help by grabbing the blonde's tits, but distracted by the force of Mr. L fucking her. Mrs. L was still was buried face first in Krista's cunt from behind, nose and fingers also working my sister's ass. Amal pulled away from Bridget. Without a pause, Mr. L kept fucking her as Amal found a dildo that Mallory must have left by the edge of the tub. She inserted that in Mrs. L's upraised pussy from behind and started fucking her, standing closely enough that Amal could lean across Mrs. L and Krista, who was eating Claire, and kiss Mallory, who leaned forward herself, which just allowed Claire better access to finger fuck my wife's ass. "What about the male flight attendant?" I asked Alisha. "I bet he wished he had some fucking mistletoe." "It wouldn't have mattered. I wanted to arrive here fresh," she paused with one of my nuts bobbling on her tongue, and then chuckled again. "I went back to my seat and told the sweaty guy he was needed in the galley. I think he thought the gal stew wanted a fuck. I was too busy fingerfucking the woman next to me to go watch, but when the guy sat back down for landing, he had a drop of semen dangling off his lower lip." "What happened next?" "I figured he was a good sport despite the sweat, so I gave him a good deep throat tongue twisting kiss. He snowballed the last of the steward's cum into my mouth. It was a salty treat. So in the spirit of Christmas sharing, I turned and passed a taste on to the woman on the other side. By then it was time to land. I hurried here without any more foreplay either while awaiting my bags or in the cab. So now I need a really good fucking." "Well...you are...under....the fucking mistletoe," I heard Mallory grunt across her approval of Alisha's desires. My wife was obviously riding the wave at the front end of a series of mind blowing orgasms. Without further chatter, Alisha pushed her pelvis through the water and sunk my cock. The rod slid into the slot smoothly. She was positioned so that her elbows gave her leverage of the edge of the tub, so she did most of the work, pistoning up and down on my cock Her young abdominal and thigh muscles milked my member. She kissed me each time she bottomed out. The first time was a peck, but each kiss grew in passion, until she locked her arms behind my head and held me in place so that she could bathe my face in smooches. Then she planted her mouth on mine. Her tongue probed through my lips and pushed my teeth wider apart, as she continued bouncing on my cock, buoyant in the water. I could feel her hard nipples drilling pathways on my chest with each stroke. Still she held the kiss, her fingers twining through my hair, while all around us our partners, her parents and guests were climaxing. I slid my hands under her butt, parting her hips wider. This allowed me to sneak my pinkies both into her tight cunt, opening it wider. She was encouraged to bounce more rapidly. Without warning, I crooked my fingers so that suddenly her anus slipped over a digit. Still she held the kiss, rotating her hips as she squeezed my cock inside of her body. Although I had shot a load into Amal not long before, the excitement pushed us both over the top quickly, joining the others. "I love the fucking mistletoe," four or five female voices shouted in unison. As I collapsed back into the warm water, already anticipating the fun ahead, I heard Kringle shout "And a Merry Christmas to all" as he pumped his load into Bridget, who was howling with joy.