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Home For The Holidays Ch. 06

By: Erotiscribe



In order to better acquaint yourself with the characters and storyline, it is recommended that you check out chapters one through five before indulging in this one.

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It was nearly noon on Saturday by the time I took another shower after the episode between me, Chrissy, my Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe. This last day before I left to go back to school was already flying by; I quickly dressed in an effort to get out of the house before losing any more time. I had planned to meet some of my old friends from the neighborhood for lunch so, rather than fill up on a late breakfast, I just toasted an English muffin, let some butter melt into the nooks and crannies before eating it, and sipped a cup of coffee that had been in the pot since Aunt Joan put it up hours before.

I drove over toward Chuck's house, where we were all supposed to meet, but passed Laura's house along the way. She was loading up her car and getting ready to go back to school today, trying to avoid the heavier traffic on Sunday. I stopped my car next to hers; she looked up to see me and smiled before walking over. As she approached, I rolled the passenger front window down and said, "Hi, I guess you'll be getting on the road soon."

"Yeah," she replied, brushing the hair that had fallen to the front of her face aside with her hand. She bent over and leaned on my door, saying, "The car's almost packed and I've got lots of food from mom, as you can imagine. Will you be coming home for Christmas?" 

"Sure, I don't like to miss Christmas with the family," I told her.

"I'll be coming home too; maybe we could get together again."

I thought for just a moment, realizing just how much I enjoyed being with Laura again, after such a long time... and not just for the sex. "Yeah, I'd really like to see you again."

Laura had a kind of smug expression as she said, "Hummm, I'll bet you would."

"No, I MEAN it... and not just for... well, you know."

"I know, Danny," she said, with a laugh. "I'd love to get together again too. Give me a call when you get home and we'll set something up, okay?"

I left Laura to finish packing her car and thought about her on the rest of the drive to Chuck's house. A couple of other old friends were already there by the time I walked in; I had known Paul and Darren from our early days in grammar school. We spent some time catching up on what was new between us all, and reminisced about the times we spent together. Everyone was talking about their latest girlfriends or plans for the future. I just told them that I had met up with Laura again but left out all the details of our encounter.

"Ohhhhh... the childhood sweetheart syndrome," Paul chided. 

I just smiled and let them talk. Imagine their expressions if I told them what REALLY happened to me over the past three days.

We piled into my car and I drove to some of our favorite old hangouts, stopping by Blackie's for a couple of their famous hot dogs before heading over to bowl a few games. Afterward, we stopped by Wentworth's for ice cream before I dropped everyone back at Chuck's place and headed back to Aunt Joan's. The temperature was dropping and a light snow had started to fall, giving the central Connecticut countryside a dusting as I drove along.

My aunt had invited Chrissy and I to a little gathering of some friends she and Uncle Joe had invited over for the evening. When she brought the subject up, I said, "Aunt Joan, I appreciate that you'd like us over for your party but I think we'd feel out of place. I mean no offense but I doubt that Chrissy and I would have much in common with your friends... the age difference and all."

"Oh, don't be silly," she replied, "I think you'll get along fine with our guests. If you find it's boring or don't like them, you can always excuse yourselves and say you have to go meet some of your own friends before leaving for school tomorrow."

I arrived back at Aunt Joan's shortly before their guests were due to arrive. It was getting dark out and the snow was still coming down but the wind had also picked up a bit. I went to my room and got some better clothes out, preparing to meet my aunt and uncle's friends. As I was getting dressed, I heard a knock on the door and called, "Who is it?"

Without answering, Chrissy opened the door and walked in, finding me in my shorts and tee-shirt. "What's going on?" I asked.

Chrissy sat on the bed wearing only her panties and bra and motioned for me to sit next to her. 

"Bro, you're not going to believe what happened this afternoon."

"Oh, no," I thought. "Don't tell me you seduced mom again," I replied.

"No, not mom," she said, "and I didn't really SEDUCE her."

I thought for a moment before coming to the obvious conclusion, "NO! Don't tell me..."

"Listen," she began, "I went home after leaving here this morning and found the house empty; mom must have taken grandma and grandpa out for the day. But Daddy's car was in the driveway so I figured he must be around, somewhere, right?

So, I guessed he was in his workshop; you know, the room attached to the garage. I walked out the back door of the house and over to the garage but, before going in, I decided to surprise him so I was careful not to make any noise. I was very quiet and opened the side door to the garage without a sound. Then, I tiptoed over to the door to his workshop and found it closed but not latched. I quietly nudged it open so he wouldn't hear me but so that I could see what he was up to and guess what I saw?"

I just looked at Chrissy, dumbstruck. I couldn't imagine what to expect next.

"Danny, he was standing at his workbench, wearing a long jacket, but it was completely open in the front. His dick was sticking out the unzipped fly in his pants, and he was looking at a magazine; he was turning the pages with one hand while jerking off with the other," Chrissy reported.

"Jeeeezzzz... so, what happened next?" I asked.

"Well, I was watching for a few seconds, wondering if I should leave, when the door moved a bit and creaked; he looked up to see me staring at him with my mouth open," she added. "I was standing there, face-to-face with daddy, as he let go of his dick and tried to cover himself by pulling his jacket together in front of himself." 

"'Chrissy... I didn't hear you come in' Daddy said. 'I... I guess I should have locked the door but I didn't think anyone was home.'

'I'm sorry, daddy,' I replied. 'I didn't mean to spy on you; I was planning on surprising you but I didn't know you were... busy.'

'It's okay, Chrissy,' dad said, pointing at the magazine, 'I guess I shouldn't have been doing something like this in a place where someone could catch me; it's not your fault. I'm sorry I put you in this position; it's probably been embarrassing for you.'

I answered, 'Gee, dad, don't feel so guilty. I mean, everybody plays with themselves sometimes, right?' But, pointing toward his concealed dick, I added, 'I would think you'd save some of that for mom, though.'

Dad looked kind of sullen for a moment, just like mom did when I mentioned sex to her in that dressing room at the store when we were shopping on Friday. Then he said, 'Chrissy, your mom and I don't have much of a sex life anymore. You know, after twenty-five years of marriage, it gets kind of stale... and then, well, there are things your mother never really liked to do anyway.'

I was curious so I asked, 'Like what, dad? You can tell me... I'm a big girl now.'

Dad picked up the magazine and then showed it to me; on the cover was a girl on her knees, with some guy's big cock half way in her mouth.

'Mom doesn't like to give head, huh?' I observed.

'Oh, she tried it a few times but never really enjoyed it. I think she wanted to do it to please me but it was always something she did reluctantly,' dad said.

'I guess she never let you cum in her mouth then, right?'

Dad shook his head side to side, then added, 'I can't believe I'm having this talk with you Chrissy; I feel a bit awkward.'

'Daddy, I guess you know I've had quite a few boyfriends and I'm not a virgin anymore. Why don't you let me do something for you? I'd love to make you feel good and it'll help make up for my interrupting you,' I said.

'What do you mean, Chrissy?' He asked.

I walked closer to daddy and pulled his jacket open; his boner was still sticking out the front of his pants. I grabbed his cock with my hand while crouching in front of him; I held it straight out as I put my mouth over the head and started moving my head back and forth. 

'Chrissy,' he said, 'we can't do this... you're my daughter, for god's sake.'

I paused long enough to say, 'Daddy, it's no big deal... I mean, sex is something to be enjoyed and you really need some pleasure right now. Why not let me give it to you... it's something I really want to do for you.'

Daddy shook his head in disbelief but made no further attempt to stop me. I sucked gently on his prick while taking it as far down my throat as I could, then began massaging his balls. Daddy began to moan, saying, 'Ohhhh, Chrissy, that feels sooooo good! I can't believe you're doing this for me.'

I sucked on his cock for a minute or so, feeling it getting harder and thicker in my mouth. I removed dad's prick long enough to look up into his blue eyes and ask, 'Would you like to cum in my mouth, daddy?'

"Chrissy, your mom never let me do that. Would you really let me... shoot my load in your mouth?' He asked, staring back down at me.

'Daddy,' I said, 'You can do whatever you want. You can cum on my face or down my throat... I'll swallow all your sperm if you'd like.'

He thought for a moment, then said, 'I'd love to cum in your mouth but, after I'm done, could you open up and show it to me. Could we do that, Chrissy?'

I slowly nodded my head 'yes' and placed my lips back around daddy's rigid pole. I sucked it deep into my throat and made sure my hot mouth and tongue touched every inch of his cock. He was really getting aroused and soon started humping my face. I looked up and saw his eyes closed and head leaning back. I knew he was getting near his peak so I kept just the head of his prick in my mouth; then, I moved my tight lips back and forth over the ridge as I continued sucking. My right hand slid back and forth on his wet shaft and my other hand continued to play with his balls as he started to moan and grunt. 'Daddy never had a blow job like this one,' I thought to myself.

At last, he tensed up and I could feel the cream as it pumped through his fat boner. Jet after jet of hot cum soon coated my tongue and flooded my mouth until it couldn't hold any more. Trickles of jizz were oozing out from between my lips until I finally removed daddy's dick from my mouth and looked at it, dripping wet as I held it in my hand. My lips were tightly clenched and my cheeks were puffed out, trying to hold all daddy's spunk inside.

Daddy was looking down at me now as I raised my head up and our eyes met; I opened my mouth to exhibit the large pool of semen that had collected there. I moved my tongue around, allowing it to cause more of the pearly white cream to drip out and down my chin.

Daddy said, 'Oh, Chrissy, I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life. Let me see you swallow some... but not all of it, okay?'

I closed my lips and let some of the cream slide down my throat; then, I looked back at daddy and opened up again, my tongue and lower mouth still coated with his jizz. Then, daddy did something I never would have expected; he squatted down in front of me and kissed me full on the lips, extending his tongue deep into my mouth. His spunk was freely flowing from my mouth to his and I'm sure he had to swallow some. I shot my tongue so deep into daddy's mouth and we sucked on each other's lips before finally coming up for air.'"

"Wow, Chrissy," I said. "First me, then Aunt Joan, Uncle Joe, and mom... now DAD! You've had a busy Thanksgiving holiday."

"Wait... that's not all," she told me. "Daddy started to apologize, telling me we really shouldn't have done all we did. 

I said, 'Please don't feel guilty, Daddy, it was all my idea. I guess I've been a naughty girl, haven't I? What did you used to do to me when I was a bad little girl?'

Daddy just looked at me as I led him to a chair in the room and made him sit down. I stood in front of him and unsnapped my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. before I added, 'I'm ready to accept my punishment Daddy.' 

I bent over Daddy's lap, lying on my tummy with my bare butt sticking up in the air as I said, 'Okay, Daddy, you can spank me now.'

Daddy didn't know what to say or do; he uttered, 'Chrissy, this isn't necessary...' 

But I interrupted, adding, 'Come on, Daddy, spank your little girl's bare bum now; you know I deserve it.'

So, reluctantly following my lead, Daddy started to spank my bottom... easy at first, but as I prodded him on, he began hitting harder, making the cheeks of my ass red. Finally, I shouted, 'Ohhh, Daddy... you're hitting so hard... you're hurting your little girl.'

He stopped immediately, saying, 'Oh, Chrissy, I'm so sorry... I really didn't want to...'

I just said, 'Ohhh, Daddy, rub my bare butt and make it feel better now.' 

As Daddy started rubbing my ass, I added, 'Oh, that feels better, Daddy; rub me between my legs and make me feel better there, too.'

He placed his hand between my thighs and started to rub all around. Soon, he explored higher, following the crack of my ass down to my pussy and messaging it from behind. I was getting wetter and wetter and my pussy was starting to drip. I said, 'Daddy, put your finger in my cunny and feel how wet it is.'

He tentatively touched my pussy and felt the wetness seeping out, coating his fingers. "Chrissy, I really shouldn't... "

But daddy didn't stop touching my muff; I felt his finger probe the entrance to my cunt before he slid a finger slowly all the way in. 'Ohhh, that's so nice, Daddy,' I told him. Daddy felt the juice running from my pussy and he stopped touching me for a moment and raised his hand to his mouth, first smelling his fingers and then licking them. 

After he finger-fucked me for a minute or two, I said, 'Could you play with my clitty and make me cum, Daddy?'

Daddy used one hand to rub my ass and poke around my bung hole while he used the other to rub my clit and continue to dip into my wet slit. Finally, I felt myself approaching a huge climax and started breathing soooo hard... squealing and screaming really loud. It was a good thing no one was in the house or they would have surely heard me all the way in there as I squirmed all around Daddy's lap and flooded his hand with my juice."

Chrissy paused, smiled and glanced down at my lap; listening to her story had caused my erection to grow and my shorts exhibited a large bulge. "Wow! Look at that... you got all excited hearing all about daddy and me. "

She reached into my shorts and pulled my hard-on out; it was fully erect and throbbing with precum oozing from the head. Wrapping her fist around the shaft and shaking it about, she said, "Oh, Danny, I need this monster inside my pussy right now." 

"Sis, we don't have time for this now; Aunt Joan's guests will be arriving any minute." 

My sister released her grip on my dick and got up from the bed to stand in front of me. She pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them before moving closer to me; she took my right hand and placed it between her legs so I could feel her snatch.

"I got so excited just telling you about it; don't you feel how wet I am?" she asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Chrissy pushed me down on the bed, slid my shorts off my legs and climbed on top of me. She kneeled over me, straddling my torso with a leg on either side, then held my thick pole in her hand as she lowered her pussy onto it. I looked down past my chest to see the head of my dick disappear into her cunt, followed by the rest of my shaft until the pubic hair was tight against her mound.

"This shouldn't take too long, bro... I know you're as hot as I am. I'll bring us both off really quick and then we can go meet auntie's guests."

She began fucking me with long, slow strokes as she raised and lowered her pelvis, keeping my hard cock firmly clasped within her love tunnel. Chrissy was right, though; I wouldn't last long. My dick was ready to explode as soon as she engulfed it with her snug pussy. She started rubbing her clit with her right hand, making her cunt muscles even tighter around my prick as she continued driving me ever closer to my release. I don't know how she did it but it felt like I was being fucked and sucked at the same time. I reached up and held one of Chrissy's beautiful tits in each of my hands , squeezing them and rubbing the nipples between my fingers. 

The head of my cock was buried deep inside her vagina as my semen suddenly shot up inside my sister. Just as I started cumming, I heard Chrissy moaning and breathing hard as she reached her climax. It was probably the fastest we'd ever reached our orgasms; our combined juices trickled down the length of my cock as we savored the intense high we shared.

Chrissy slowly lifted herself off my wilting pole and got off the bed, the creamy white cum dripping from her snatch and running down her leg. My dick was covered with the gooey jizz so I grabbed a couple of tissues from the night table and wiped it off as my sister put her panties back on, flashed me a big smile, and exited the room. I grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and wrapped it around me so I could run to the bathroom and wash my dick off before putting some clothes on. 

By the time I got dressed and walked down the hall from my room, I could hear voices in the living room; it seemed the company had started to arrive. Chrissy was helping Aunt Joan get some snacks on plates in the kitchen while Uncle Joe was helping a couple who had just come in with their coats.

"Still snowing out there, Dave?" Uncle asked.

"No, it's actually turned to freezing rain," the other man replied, "it's getting pretty slippery on the roads and all the tree branches have a thin coat of ice on them." It seemed the weather had taken a turn for the worse.

Uncle Joe saw me standing by the archway to the kitchen and motioned for me to come closer. "This is my nephew, Danny," he said. "Danny, these are our friends, Dave and Sandy."

I remembered the names from the story Aunt Joan had told me, about the couple they met at the resort in the Poconos, who initiated them into swinging. "Pleased to meet you both," I replied, "I believe Aunt Joan has mentioned your names before."

"It's good to meet you too, Danny... your aunt and uncle have told us a great deal about you," Dave said, with a wink of his eye. 

Uncle Joe left to hang their coats up as Dave and Sandy walked toward the kitchen to say hello to Aunt Joan. I wondered just how much my aunt and uncle had told them about Chrissy and me. When I heard the doorbell ring again, uncle was just returning to the room so I told him, "I'll get it." 

I opened the door to find the sleet raining down on another couple as they smiled at me and quickly stepped in from the cold.

"Hi, I'm Danny; can I take your coats?" I asked.

The man shook my hand and introduced himself as Phil, as he took off his coat. "And this is my wife, Brenda."

I held Phil's coat over my left arm, awaiting Brenda to hand me hers. She unbuttoned the front and let her husband take it off her shoulders. My eyes opened wide as I took in a tall, statuesque blonde with long, flowing hair and a beautiful face. I imagined her to be about forty, but she had a sophisticated look about her. She wore a long, sheer red dress that kind of wrapped around her as the left and right sides simply crossed in front. There was a sash at the waist that held the whole thing together but it created a long and loose plunging neckline on the top and a longer open slit below. The areas under her arms were also open, allowing part of her breasts to be seen from the sides as well. Clearly, this woman had a fantastic body and she was proud to show it off by wearing such a revealing dress.


Home For The Holidays Ch. 06



As I stood on Brenda's right side, the way the dress fabric crossed her chest allowed me to see a good portion of her bare left breast. Even without a bra, her tits stood remarkably high. As she began walking toward the other couple, the lower part of the dress parted and I could see her shapely legs, first one and then the other, all the way up to her sheer, red panties. "Good thing she had a warm, long coat on," I thought to myself, "or she would have froze her butt off tonight."

Uncle Joe had lit a fire in the fireplace in the den, a room added off to one side of the living room, and it was going burning good by now. The den had a sofa on either side of a long coffee table set perpendicular to the fireplace; Dave and Sandy had already sat down on one of the sofas. Aunt Joan had the table and floor lamps throughout the house lit sparingly, so it was very cozy and not too bright. Some easy listening music from Uncle Joe's stereo was playing softly through numerous speakers throughout the rooms.

Phil and Brenda walked over to where Dave and Sandy were seated and greeted them before sitting on the opposite sofa; it appeared to me that they knew each other. They were chatting with each other as I left the room to hang their coats in the hall closet. Aunt Joan and Chrissy began bringing out dishes of snacks and placed some on the coffee table in the den; Uncle Joe brought everyone a round of drinks.

By the time I reached the seating area by the fireplace, everyone but Brenda had gotten up and moved into the living room or the kitchen to talk with other people. Brenda sat with her right leg crossed over the left, exposing her shapely thighs; I stood to her side and watched her take a sip of her white wine while I sipped a Bass ale.

"Why don't you sit down and tell me about yourself, Danny?" she asked.

I sat on her right side; we exchanged small talk for a few minutes and I found her to be very easy to talk to. She asked me about school and we discussed how she and Phil had met my aunt and uncle at another party at someone else's home. While we talked, the doorbell rang again and uncle greeted another couple as they entered the house, along with a cold blast of air when the door opened. Following right behind them, however was another couple; I glanced up to see who it was and surprised to see my mom and dad walk in.

"What were THEY doing here?" I wondered. 

Uncle Joe took their coats and the four of them eventually walked inside as Aunt Joan came out of the kitchen and introduced everyone to each other. The newest couple to arrive was Tom and Patty; they appeared to be a little younger than the others, perhaps in their thirties. Mom and dad seemed as surprised to see Chrissy and me as I was to see them. In a few minutes, however, I was alone again with Brenda as the others went to the kitchen to get drinks or talk with Dave and Sandy in the living room.

All the time Brenda and I talked, she was moving forward and back, picking up her wine and putting it down, or grabbing a snack or napkin from the table. With each movement she made, her dress fell away from her body, providing me with a show of skin. 

Brenda's tits were so big and yet so firm, and her dress so loose with such a long slit, that every time she moved I got to see almost all of her incredible knockers, from one angle or another. I also smiled to myself, thinking about how strange it is that–no matter how many naked girls or women I've seen–I always get a charge out of stealing a glance down a dress. An hour earlier, my sister was straddling my cock, fucking me while I fondled her huge tits and yet, here I was, trying my best to get a look at Brenda's nipples. 

Suddenly, Brenda got up from the sofa and walked to the opposite side of the table; there was a plate of baked clams out of reach from where we were sitting. She bent over, took a small plate and proceeded to place a few pieces on it. As she did, the front of her dress fell completely away from her chest and I was treated to a spectacular view of both of Brenda's breasts and... the elusive nipples. They were deep brown in color and appeared to be quite large and hard. "Would you like some, Danny?" She asked.

I raised my eyes from her wide open cleavage until they met hers. She said, "The clams... would you like some?"

"Uhhhh... su... sure," I stammered, fixing my gaze upon her beautiful jugs again, as soon as she began placing the clams on the dish for me.

When she sat back down next to me, she handed me my plate and said, "Did you enjoy that, Danny?"

I felt a little embarrassed, knowing that she caught me looking down her dress. But, I was sure she was intentionally exposing herself to me, wasn't she?

"I... I'm sorry, Brenda... I guess I've been staring."

"Of course you've been staring, dear boy. But, if I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't have worn this dress, now would I?" 

I was a little confused and didn't know what to say.

"I'm quite proud of my body and I enjoy showing it to men; it excites me and I know it excited you," she said in a soft, sexy voice, studying my reaction.

"You... you're an incredibly beautiful woman, Brenda," I managed to utter.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked next, " They're all real, you know... no implants."

"Really?" I must admit I was a little surprised, considering her age.

Brenda grabbed the drink from my right hand and put it on the table. "Here," she said, holding my hand by the wrist and sliding it between the front opening of her dress. "Feel for yourself." 

With that, she placed my hand full on her left tit and looked in my eyes as I slowly caressed the large, supple mound. As I tried to span the entire surface with my hand, the hard nipple tickled my palm. I moved my outstretched fingers all around the orb, squeezing gently from time to time, marveling how wonderful something as simple as a mammary gland could feel and how hard this experience was making my prick. I smiled at Brenda while gingerly pinching the erect nipple; then I rolled it between my fingers as I felt Brenda's hand touching my leg.

She slid her hand higher on my thigh until it was touching my erection through my pants. She removed her hand from my lap, placed it on my neck, and leaned over to place her lips on mine. I instinctively responded by parting my mouth slightly and slipping my tongue out until it met Brenda's and we shared a deep and long kiss. When we separated and opened our eyes, I was surprised to see that Tom and Patty had sat down on the sofa opposite from us. 

"Brenda," Patty said with a smile, "are you showing off your tits again?"

Feeling a little conspicuous, I removed my hand from inside Brenda's dress and reached for my drink. As I looked toward this other couple, I noticed that Patty was wearing a see-through white blouse and a short black skirt; Her tanned jugs and dark areola were clearly visible through the thin silk-like fabric. She had her legs crossed and was wearing dark fishnet stockings that contrasted sharply against her creamy thighs; they were held up by the thin straps of a garter belt. I thought to myself. "These people must all be part of the group of swingers that Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe were having sex with."

"Well, it looks like you're showing off a bit yourself," Brenda replied. 

With that, I looked toward Patty again and then saw what Brenda was referring to. Patty's skirt had ridden up quite a bit since she sat down; by the flickering light from the fireplace, I could see all the way up to her crotch. The best part was... she was wearing no panties! The dark hair surrounding her pussy was neatly trimmed so that it completely encircled her snatch in a thick furry oval shape.

The four of us talked for a few minutes about the storm outside while I continued to check out the views up Patty's skirt or down Brenda's dress. Suddenly, Brenda got up and held out her hand to me, saying, "How about a dance, Danny?"

I answered, "I... I really don't dance..." 

"Don't worry," Brenda said, "It's only an expression... let me show you.'

We excused ourselves and got up, walked into the open area of the den, and started dancing really close and slow to the music on the stereo. Brenda was right; all we were doing was holding each other tightly and grinding our bodies into each other while swaying slowly to the music. My face was buried in her soft blonde hair while I held her tightly and felt her firm breasts against my chest. My hard-on was pressed tightly into Brenda's crotch, through her sheer dress material. My shorts were wet with the precum that was seeping from the head of my cock and I nearly came in my pants from the intense high I was experiencing. 

Within a few minutes, I looked around to see everyone up and dancing in different areas of the living room or den. Uncle Joe was dancing close to Patty, Aunt Joan was with Phil while Tom had asked Chrissy to dance; my sister looked really pretty in the dress she wore for Thanksgiving dinner at mom's house. Then, I noticed Dave and Sandy had convinced mom and dad to dance with them, just like they had done originally with Aunt Joan and Uncle Joe. Mom looked over to sneak a peek at Chrissy and I, from time to time, to see what we were up to. I think she was also looking to see if we were watching HER.

Dave must have poured on the charm because mom was soon dancing really close to him; in a matter of minutes, they had their arms around each other and Dave's hand was on her ass. Sandy probably didn't have to do much to convince dad to dance slow and close; in a short time, he was squeezing the cheeks of her ass and she was grinding her pussy into his groin. It seemed everyone was trying to find the darkest corner of a room so they could grope each other without attracting attention.

From time to time, all of the couples changed partners and, after an hour or so, I had danced with every woman at least once. Everyone was freely kissing their partners and no one seemed to mind if you ran your hands all over their body. Patty had stuck her hand down my pants and played with my dick; when she brought it back out, it was wet with my pre cum so she licked her fingers off while staring into my eyes. Then she said, "Feel how wet I am, Danny."

I took my right hand from around her waist and dropped it to the bottom of her short skirt. I backed my groin away from hers just far enough so I could get my hand between our bodies and I ran it up her thigh, feeling those straps from her garter belt. Then, moving higher, I felt her pubic hair and then her damp pussy, herself wet with juice that had begun to ooze from her cunt. I ran my middle finder up and into her slit, feeling the wetness there and finger-fucking her for a moment. I removed it and, as she had done, licked the juice from my hand just as Uncle Joe walked over.

"Mind if I cut in?" He asked.

Patty smiled at me and we separated as Uncle Joe stepped closer and prepared to take her in his arms. Suddenly, all the lights went out in the house and everyone went into a momentary panic. 

"It's probably the ice from the freezing rain on the utility wires," my uncle shouted above everyone's chattering. "One of the power lines must have gone down."

The fire in the den had dwindled down to some smoldering embers by now so the light was pretty dim in that room. But there was no light at all in the rest of the house; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face in the living room or the kitchen.

"I'll try to find some candles," I heard Aunt Joan say. "Does anyone have matches or a lighter?"

"Everyone gave up smoking," someone replied with a laugh.

"I used the last of the matches to start the fire earlier this evening," Uncle Joe said.

"I think it's very romantic," I heard one of the women say, "let's not light any candles just yet."

"We should put some more logs on the fire though," Phil suggested.

"It's raining and sleeting like hell right now," Uncle Joe replied. "I'll feel my way out to the garage and get more wood... as soon as the storm lets up a bit." 

I was moving slowly through the pitch blackness of the living room until I heard Chrissy's voice calling me. We started talking to each other about the situation when I was startled by someone holding my belt and pulling the zipper on the fly of my pants down.

I held out my hand to where I thought my sister was and asked, "Is that you Chrissy?" 

She reached out a hand and touched my shoulder, saying, "Yeah, bro... I'm right here." The hands in front of me were now fishing around in my shorts and pulling my cock out. Soon, I was being stroked slowly and my erection was starting to grow. 

"Then, who... who's stroking my dick?" I whispered.

"Someone is playing with your dick, Danny?" Chrissy whispered back.

"Yeah..." I replied, "and now they're... they're starting to SUCK on it." 

Sure enough, someone had kneeled down in front of me and engulfed my prick with their mouth, moving their head back and forth, sucking on my tool and making me feel really good. After only a few moments, it had become quite hard and long already.

"Danny..." Chrissy turned to me and whispered now, "somebody's got my dress pulled up and is rubbing my pussy."

I heard what Chrissy was telling me but I was more concerned with my own situation at that point. I reached down with my hands to see if I could feel something on the person before me that I could identify with. At first, I was touching only some long hair because I was standing straight against a wall; it could have been any of the women at the party. Then, as I bent over a bit and moved my hands down to try and feel a dress or blouse, the person sucking me off grabbed both of my hands and wouldn't let me go further. I could probably have overpowered whoever it was; they weren't holding me all that tight. But I began to appreciate what the person was trying to do: give me an anonymous blow job. 

"Danny," Chrissy whispered to me again, "this guy is kneeling in front of me now, with his head under my dress and his mouth on my pussy... it's getting me hot."

Well, I was glad my sister was having a good time but I was also sure she could fend for herself. My own hands were now being held at my side, keeping me flat against the wall, as the mysterious cock-sucker continued to run her tight lips along the length of my stiff boner, occasionally keeping just the head in her mouth and using her tongue to play with the little slit. At that point, the thought crossed my mind that mom or dad would come looking for Chrissy and I, or that the lights would suddenly come back on, and everybody would be watching us getting head. 

Chrissy leaned closer to me, whispering, "Danny, this dude under my dress is holding the crotch of my panties aside and my pussy wide open; he has his tongue deep inside my cunt. I'm spreading my legs as wide as I can and letting him do what he wants... I hope he brings me off before the lights come back on."

As I listened to Chrissy, I was tempted to ask her, "How do you know it's not a WOMAN eating you out?"

"Yeah," I said softly, so no one nearby could hear me, "I'm getting really close to filling someone's mouth with a load of sperm." Although I tried to whisper, the woman with my cock in her mouth must have heard what I said and simply let out a guttural "mmmmmmm," without missing a beat.

As my orgasm began building, and I knew I was almost ready to shoot my load, I instinctively began humping my groin at the face before me. She, in turn, sucked a little harder and took me all the way in, deep throating my fat prick until I could feel her nose against the skin under my belly button. What a strange feeling: my eyes were wide open but I couldn't see anything; it felt like I was suspended somewhere in outer space and some black hole was sucking the semen from my balls. At last, I erupted and sent jet after jet of thick cum down the throat of my secret sex partner.

To my right, Chrissy began to breath really hard and fast, emitting small squealing sounds as someone drew her closer to her peak. I could hear the changes in her voice and breathing and could tell exactly at what point she was during her arousal. She finally reached her climax as the magic tongue up her cunt was rewarded with a copious flow of pussy juice. 

It was over for us both at about the same time. The mystery mouth released my shrinking dick and my hands were set free. Chrissy's dress was smoothed back down, leaving her panties to soak up the remaining wetness from her snatch. We both reached out before us but there was no one there. I took my limp prick and tucked it back in my pants, zipping up in the dark. 

Above the random conversations that were going on, I heard the back door of the house open and Uncle Joe called out, "I've got some firewood and I found the propane fire starter from the gas grille."

Aunt Joan replied, "Good, I can use it to light some candles I found by feeling around in the china closet drawers."

As auntie was lighting the candles, uncle put some kindling on the dying embers in the fireplace; soon, the fire was flickering back to life and some heavier logs were added. Aunt Joan had enough candles to put one in the living room, another in the kitchen and one on a plate that she carried around with her. As she moved from room to room, I glanced around at the women, wondering which one was carrying my sperm in her belly right now.

"Listen," Aunt Joan said so all could hear, "it's getting late but I don't want anyone to get in an accident going home on the icy roads. Everybody's welcome to sleep here but we've only got three beds and two sofas. We can bring up some air mattresses from our camping gear and put them on the floor in the den and living room; I've got plenty of blankets."

Chrissy turned to me and said, "Bro, I'm going to tell mom and dad to grab the bed I've been sleeping in and I'll share yours with you, okay?"

I told her that was fine and that I'd meet her in the bedroom in a little while. I wanted to help Uncle Joe get the air mattresses and set them up so the other couples had a place to sleep. A while later, I found my way into my room with the aid of a small penlight I found in a kitchen drawer.

I opened the door to my room and figured Chrissy must have been awfully tired; I could make out the shape of her body lying on her side under the blankets, facing the wall; her long brown hair was visible in the dim beam of light. I placed the penlight under my pillow in case I needed it later, stripped down to my shorts and tee-shirt, and crawled under the covers. I was pretty tired myself and fell into a deep sleep rather quickly.

Hours later, I woke up needing to take a leak. I didn't know what time it was but it was still dark outside and I could hear the rain and sleet still beating against the windows. I used the penlight to find my way to the bathroom and placed it under the pillow once again when I returned. I climbed under the covers but must have disturbed Chrissy's sleep; I heard her changing position and, from the sound of her breathing, figured she was on her back now. I turned toward her and, sure enough, could feel her breath on my face as I leaned over her.

I suddenly got the idea to try the same stunt Chrissy had used on me the night before, when she kissed me and sucked my dick while I slept. It made me dream about things I did when I was younger; I wondered if I could make her dream like that as well. I started by leaning closer and gently kissing her on her lips. As first, she stirred a bit, moving her head a little to the side. Then, as I attempted another kiss, I found her lips responding to mine. "What was she dreaming of?" I wondered. Perhaps she was reliving the first time she ever kissed a boy, maybe in grade school. 

I decided to go further and moved my hands to her chest. She wasn't wearing the tee-shirt she usually wore to bed and had no bra on. I started rubbing all around her breasts, kneading the flesh that I love to touch so much, feeling her nipples getting harder. I thought, "Maybe she's dreaming of being with one of her boy friends, making out in his car, and letting him put his hand under her sweater so he could feel her tits."




Home For The Holidays Ch. 06



At this point, I decided to finish my little experiment; I moved my hand down to her legs and rubbed the inside of her thighs. She started moaning and her legs spread apart slightly; I moved my hand higher until I felt the thin panties covering the mound of her cunt. Rubbing my hand all around her pussy, she began to groan louder and her breathing became irregular. I slid my hand down the waistband of her panties and moved toward her slit. At last, I felt the dampness of her labia as I spread the lips apart and slid my middle finger inside. She began squirming around under the covers and, soon, I heard her whisper, "Ooohhhhh... that feels soooo good."

I was pretty horny myself by this time and wanted a little taste of that pussy. Without drawing back the covers, I ducked under them and moved my body down toward the foot of the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and lowered my face until I instinctively found her beaver. I held the leg opening of her panties to one side and nudged her legs apart. I parted her pussy lips, using my tongue to finally lick up the juice that was seeping from her snatch; inserting it up her groove and flicking it around, I tried to excite her while feasting on that tasty treat. 

Suddenly, she raised the blankets away from our bodies and softly said, "Put your dick inside me... put it in, now." 

I wasn't sure if she was still half asleep and dreaming, or had woken up, but my prick had been getting harder ever since I started kissing her. I used both hands to slide her panties down her legs and, as I neared the bottom, she raised her feet to make it easier for me. If she was still asleep, I wondered if she was dreaming of the first time she ever got laid... I'd have to ask her in the morning.

I slid my own shorts off and pulled my tee-shirt over my head as I maneuvered myself higher and settled between her legs. I raised myself up enough so I could grab my stiff prick and find my way between her cunt lips in the dark. She soon reached down with her own hands, spread herself wide for me and guided my cock inside her hole.

Whether she was asleep or not, she began moving in time to my thrusts. Her pussy felt especially good and, while I was ramming my hard cock in and out of her snatch, she began humping her pelvis at me and actually rotating it in a circular motion. This was clearly the best I'd ever felt while banging Chrissy.

I whispered, "You feel so fucking good tonight... you're going to make me cum really fast."

She said softly, in an almost inaudible voice, "I want to please you... I want to make you cum like you've never cum before. I'm going to cum quickly, too... this is the best you've ever felt inside me." Her tight pussy gripped my rigid pole firmly as I continued that old in-and-out motion. 

Soon, I felt my orgasm swelling to a peak... I just held my cock deep inside her and stopped moving. The gyrating and tilting of her cunt had drawn me all the way inside her and it was now creating the most intense sensation on my throbbing cock. I could hear her breathing faster and harder until, at last, she climaxed. Reaching up with her hands to find my face, she drew me closer to her lips and we kissed hard and fast as the walls of her vagina got tighter. She never stopped moving and was doing things that were making my dick feel like it was going to burst. At last, my trigger was pulled and the sperm shot from the tip of my fat prick deep into her womb. Our open lips were glued together while our tongues jutted into each other's mouths and we tasted each others saliva before we gradually stopped moving.

We were both out of breath, our bodies totally spent. I lay on top of her for a minute, with my cock still deep inside, until I nearly fell asleep in that position. I raised myself off her body and rolled off to one side where I quickly passed out again.

Hours later, I was startled from my sleep by the knocking on the bedroom door. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was not dark anymore and an overcast sky dimly lit the room through the window. Making sure the blanket was covering Chrissy and I, I answered, "Yes, who is it?"

The door swung open and in walked...

"CHRISSY!"

"Hey, Danny, how did you sleep?" my sister asked.

I turned and looked toward the other side of the bed as the figure rolled over and raised her head up. It was... 

"MOM!"

Mom looked at me, then at Chrissy, saying, "Where's daddy?"

Chrissy explained that dad had been worried about Grandma and Grandpa so he drove the short distance home last night, as everyone was setting up the air mattresses. Once he got there, he found a kerosene lamp and got it going; he also lit a fire in the fireplace and decided to stay with the older folks instead of coming back to Aunt Joan's. The electric and phones started working this morning so he called to say they were all okay.

Mom looked like she was in shock. "But... I thought DADDY was sleeping with me last night." 

I looked at Chrissy and said, "And I thought YOU were sleeping with ME last night."

"Oh," Chrissy replied, "I was going to let mom and dad sleep in my bed but Dave and Sandy beat us to it... they were in there... uhhh... getting it on, when mom and I opened the door. So, I told mom to take YOUR room and I thought dad was going to meet her in here. I slept on one of the air mattresses and I thought you'd be on one as well. I guess it's no big deal though, if everybody found a place to sleep... right?"

Mom looked at me and then to Chrissy. I said, "Chrissy, you'd better close the door."

She obliged and then asked, "What's wrong?"

Mom and I looked at each other without saying a word; then, I saw a tear rolling down from her eye. I turned to Chrissy and said, "Mom and I had... SEX last night."

"Whhh... what do you MEAN? How did THAT happen?"

"Well," I started, "You had said you and I were going to share my bed... in the total darkness last night, I thought mom was you. You're both about the same size, wear your long brown hair the same way... you even have the same size... breasts."

"No," mom interrupted, "Your sister's tits are a little bigger. But, Danny... why would you be... having SEX with your sister anyway?"

Chrissy and I stared at each other, then she spoke up, "Mom, don't think the worst of Danny... he and I have a... special relationship going. We've been having sex for several days now. I'm sorry that, because of this mix up, he... uuhhh... fucked YOU instead of me, but it was... an accident."

Mom just sat up in bed, the blanket pulled up to cover her chest, and stared straight ahead. I broke the silence by asking, "Gee, mom, I was surprised to see you and dad here anyway... I mean, all of the other couples are... swingers... you know, they swap partners and all. I didn't think you and dad were into that sort of thing."

"We're not," mom replied, "we knew about aunt and uncle's friends but we decided to... spice up our marriage a little. We figured we'd dance close with some strangers, maybe kiss and... touch each other... but only to get ourselves a bit excited so we could go home and have better sex ourselves."

"I wouldn't have guessed that your... sex lives were so... stale," I said.

Mom laughed, shaking her head from side to side. "Danny, if you must know, during our... encounter last night, I thought to myself, 'WOW... I'm glad we came to the party... this is the best sex I've ever had."

Chrissy turned to go, saying, "I think I'd better leave you two alone for a while and see if I can help Aunt Joan get some breakfast ready for the guests." With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Mom and I looked at each other, then around the room; I didn't know what else to say or do. I said, "Mom, last night was the most incredible sex I've ever had as well. But, I hope you're not angry with me... I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was you." Then, I quickly added, "I... I mean... not that I wouldn't have WANTED to... do it with you. 

"Don't worry, Danny," mom replied, seeing how nervous I'd become, "I'm not angry... and, how could I be upset with someone who gave me the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced?" She smiled at me, leaned over and placed her hand on my cheek as she kissed me on the lips. "I think we'd better get dressed now."

At last, I felt like everything was going to be okay; I mean, I knew that this past night would always be one we'd remember but, at least, everything was cool between us. Mom put on her bra and began grabbing her clothes, sliding to the edge of the bed to get dressed.

I reached over for the pants I had worn at the party last night. Getting them ready to pull onto my legs, I noticed something caught in the fly. I brought them closer to my face and, sure enough, saw several long, blonde hairs caught in the zipper. I thought back to my anonymous blow job of the previous night and let out a little chuckle. 

Mom must have heard me and looked over, saying, "What was that?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about one of the women at the party last night... one very hot lady."

Mom didn't respond to what I said; I thought she might not have heard me. But, as I looked over toward her, she looked at me with a panic expression on her face. "Danny," she said, "something's oozing out of my... my pussy."

"Oh... it's probably just my... my cum, mom. Remember, I... came inside you last night."

"Danny... why would you have cum inside me? Didn't you use a condom?"

"Ummm... well, no... I mean, I thought you were Chrissy and we never use a condom since she's on the pill," I told her. "Aren't YOU on the pill?"

"No, I'm NOT on the pill. I wasn't about to waste money on birth control pills considering the few times that your father and I have sex; he always uses a condom on those rare occasions," mom said. "And, who told you Chrissy was on the pill?"

I stared at mom, not fully understanding what she was saying. "Chrissy told me... I even saw the pills in her suitcase."

Mom shook her head from side to side. "Danny, I know for a fact that Chrissy has been off the pill for several months; the pills you saw are probably for when she's ready to go back on them. Her doctor found a hormonal imbalance during her last physical and wanted her off the pills for some time so he could run some new tests and get an accurate reading. I can't imagine why she would tell you she was on the pill and let you... cum inside her."

We continued getting dressed in silence, mom and I both thinking about the possibility of me having impregnated both her and my sister. When we were finished, I opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall. Pushing open the half-closed bathroom door, I found Aunt Joan standing in front of the mirror by the sink. She turned to look at me as I stood by the doorway; she was holding something in her hand.

"Good morning, Aunt Joan," I said, "what do you have there?"

Auntie turned to face me, holding up a thin circular object. "It's my diaphragm," Danny. "I just discovered there's a hole in it."

The End

(Or, is it just the beginning?)



Home For The Holidays Ch. 07



In order to better acquaint yourself with the characters and storyline, it is recommended that you check out chapters one through six before indulging in this one.

Chapter 7 - Brenda's Story

Although Danny was working a job for the summer, before his senior year in college began, he'd gotten time off to drive home to be with his family for the July 4th holiday. He sat in a comfortable folding chair, in the grassy area, just past the concrete surrounding the pool in his parents' backyard. He sipped a cold Bass Ale and listened to some music on the portable CD player by his side.

Standing near the pool was his mom, her large belly bulging out of her maternity swimsuit, the result of Danny accidently knocking her up on a dark and stormy night when he really thought he was banging his sister. Next to her was Danny's Aunt Joan, also eight month's pregnant, although he wasn't sure he was the father since his aunt had sex with several different guys at about the same time Danny happened to get into her snatch. 

Completing the scene was Danny's sister, Chrissy, who was most certainly carrying Danny's child for the past eight months, since he had dumped copious amounts of sperm into her vagina–as well as her throat and butt–while they were both home for the Thanksgiving holidays. After their wild, extended weekend together, Danny had asked Chrissy why she lied and told him she was on the pill. 

She confessed, "I never planned on having sex with you but, on that first night together when we shared the bed, all the vibes were just so fantastic, I knew at that moment I wanted to have your baby. As much as I fooled around with Daddy and Uncle Joe after that, I only let YOU cum inside me–as often as possible–with the express intent of having your child." 

As he pondered the events leading up to this predicament, Danny took another slug of his cold drink. Movement out the corner of his eye suddenly caught his attention; coming into the yard through the gate off the driveway was his old girlfriend, Laura. He had also met up with her again while he was home for the Thanksgiving holidays and–during another wild afternoon–cum deep inside her pussy. As Laura closed the gate behind her and turned toward Danny, he could see HER protruding stomach also. 

He thought to himself, "Hummm... I know she told me SHE was on the pill, TOO! What IS IT with these women?"

So, as Danny contemplated being a father three–and possibly four–times over, Laura approached his chair, bent over and planted a big, wet kiss on his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the warm, moist lips against his, as Laura's mouth opened just enough for her tongue to seek his own. 

A chill traveled down his spine and his dick began to stiffen. He felt a hand on his cock, rubbing it through his shorts, and he began to panic, thinking his entire family or the neighbors could be watching as Laura proceeded to arouse him in the back yard. The hand pulled his boner out into the open and rubbed the foreskin up and down, bringing his erection to full mast. His big, crimson cockhead was oozing sticky pre-cum as the hand glided over his stiff shaft, bringing him closer to a massive ejaculation.

It was then that Danny woke up. At first, he was startled and propped himself up with his elbows, thinking that the dream had been real. When he realized that he was not in his parents' yard and it was still winter time, he shook his head and sighed. He was still in his room at the apartment he shared with two friends at school. But, the hand on his cock was real. Sitting on the edge of his bed was... me! 

My name is Brenda.

Danny first met me and my husband Phil at his Uncle Joe and Aunt Joan's house on the night of the big storm this past Thanksgiving weekend. During the power outage that took place, I treated Danny to a sexual experience he'd never forget. But, that was only a couple of weeks ago and Danny wondered what I was doing in his room, waking him with a kiss and playing with his dick.

I gazed into Danny's eyes, smiled and continued to stroke his stiff boner as I said, "Hi, Danny... Phil was away this weekend, and your Aunt Joan told me where you were living, so I decided to drive up to see you here at school. I hope you're not angry with me for barging into your place and waking you up... one of your room mates let me in."

Danny looked around and, through the doorway, saw his friend Brad watching us from the living room. Danny glanced back at me as I winked and lowered my head toward his young prick; after watching a clear drop rise out the tip of his slit, I opened my mouth and began sucking on his member. After bobbing my head up and down for a minute or so, I got up from the edge of the bed and pulled the covers completely off the boy. Then, I crawled onto the bed, parted his legs, and kneeled between them as I continued my assault on his throbbing cock. 

When I first entered the room, I had taken off my coat; I was wearing a skirt and sweater underneath. As I proceeded to suck on Danny's dick, I was getting pretty hot and felt my own juices starting to flow. Holding onto his rigid pole with my left hand, I easily reached under my body and up to my pussy since my skirt fell away from me in front. After rubbing myself through my moist panties for several minutes, I paused from sucking on Danny's cock and turned my head to see Brad standing by the doorway, pants down to his knees, stroking his own stiff prick. 

I jerked Danny off with one hand–while holding myself up with the other–and turned to Brad, saying, "How about putting that thing where it will do me some good, young man?"

Brad needed no further encouragement and quickly stepped out of his pants and shorts, crawled up onto the bed behind me and lifted my skirt so that it was bunched up on the flat of my back. He pulled my panties down and off my legs, as I lifted first one knee and then the other, exposing my bare ass and pussy. Brad rubbed my wet cunt and stuck his middle finger inside, allowing more of my juice to ooze from my slit. 

I took Danny's meat back into my mouth and tilted my bottom up higher to make it easier for brad to penetrate me. He nudged at the inside of my thighs until I spread my legs a bit and then I felt his cock head pushing between my pussy lips. He and I were both so wet by now that, in one swift and continuous motion, he shoved his thick nine-inch boner all the way into my vagina. My labia clung to his hard, thick shaft as Brad began fucking me and stretching my cunt with his huge cock.

Brad humped me with rapid strokes while he held onto my waist with one hand and played with my bung hole with the other. I could smell the sexual aromas drifting around us as our combined juices seeped from my pussy and coated his throbbing prick. My long blonde hair fell down the sides of my face and brushed against Danny's skin as I groaned with pleasure, feeling my orgasm building; the vibrations from my throat must have added to Danny's sensations because he soon told me, "Ohhhhhh... Brenda, I'm gonna shoot my load pretty soon."

I didn't interrupt my blow job to talk since I was sure he already knew I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I redoubled my efforts and sucked him deeper into my throat while massaging his balls with one hand and tweaking my nipples with the other. Danny's dick was rock hard and so long; I raised my head until I just had the glans between my lips and then lowered it to swallow every inch of his cock until I felt it bottoming out. I knew it wouldn't be long before I tasted that salty semen, draining from Danny's balls. Just as I felt the first jets of cream erupting from his cock, Brad called out, "Oh my god... you're cunt is so fucking tight... I'm gonna cum... inside your pussy..."

Brad slammed his huge shaft in and out of my snatch so hard and fast I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. Jets of his hot cum began mixing with my own pussy juice while Danny's sperm was sliding down my throat. Feeling the two young boys both cumming inside me at the same time finally sent me over the edge as the spasms of my climax rippled throughout my body. I felt the tingling from my head to my toes and, for a moment, nearly passed out from dizziness. 

When, at last, we all were drained, I let Danny's softening prick slip from my mouth and Brad leaned back on his heels causing his wet cock to fall from my cunt with a "plop." As soon as Brad and I climbed off the bed, I crouched down in front of him and took his slimy dick into my mouth, cleaning off our combined juices. 

As Danny watched me licking off his friend, he laughed and asked, "So, Brenda, do you make a regular habit of visiting college students in their rooms to suck and fuck them?"

As Brad began pulling his shorts and jeans back on, I replied, "No, Danny, but I'll try anything once."

Brad went into the other room while I cleaned up and put my own clothes back in order. As Danny showered and got dressed, I explored the apartment and found some eggs and ham in the refrigerator. By the time Danny met me in the kitchen, I had whipped up some breakfast for us all, and we chatted while we ate.

Danny said, "Brenda, you and your husband are swingers and you love sex so much... you must have been a pretty wild girl in your younger days."

I thought for a moment before replying... "Actually, Danny, it's quite the opposite. When I was a kid, my mother always told me to stay away from boys because they only wanted one thing. I grew up thinking that every guy in my class was going to attack and rape me... I was terrified. As a result, I became the proverbial bookworm; my schoolwork and grades became an obsession and I never dated, even into high school."

"You mean, you never went out with boys at all?" Danny asked.

"Oh, in grade school, I went to a few school dances–and I was a very pretty girl so lots of boys wanted to be with me. But I was always so nervous to be with a boy and, once, after a dance, a boy asked to walk me home."

"Oh... and how did that turn out?"

"Well, we were halfway home–and his sweet talking had put me at ease–so when he asked to kiss me, I said, 'okay'. But, after a few kisses, he started feeling my tits and put his hand up my dress, trying to touch my pussy... I got so scared, thinking my mother had been right, that I broke away from him and ran home." 

Danny began to say, "So, what happened to make you change your mind about men and turn you into..."

"A slut? No, don't feel uncomfortable about saying it; I'll admit I love being a slut. But it happened quite unexpectedly. You see," I continued, "by the time I was eighteen, I had withdrawn into my academic studies and still not dated anyone. The guys at school thought I was stuck-up, or a lesbian, and the girls all figured I was just a loner. I excelled at every subject, had the highest grade-point average in the school but was too scared to date or even explore masturbation."

"You mean you still hadn't even brought yourself off?" Brad asked in amazement.

"That's right," I said. "But, one night, I was in my room lying on the bed studying, and it was really hot and humid. We had no air conditioning in our house when I was growing up, so I decided to take a cool shower. Afterward, I had dried off but left my clothes off since my parents were away for a couple of days and I wasn't expecting anyone to come over. 

I sat cross-legged on my bed facing the open window, where a breeze was coming in as I brushed my long hair with one hand, holding a mirror in the other. The mirror suddenly slipped out of my hand and fell between my legs. I looked down to get it but noticed it was giving me a perfect view of my open pussy, and I just stared for a moment, studying the shape and detail. I put the brush down and used both hands to slowly and gently spread myself wider, examining my cunt really close for the first time in my life. It was then that I got the urge to touch myself and began my introduction to masturbation."

"Wow," Danny said, "that must have been such a revelation... I mean, to finally feel what you'd been missing..."

"Yes, it was... but nothing compared to what followed," I said, as I continued my story.

"You see, my room was on the first floor of a small Cape Cod house on Long Island. It faced one side of our house but there were large shrubs between our place and the house next door. I never thought anyone could see in my room from the next yard but the mirror momentarily tilted to an angle where I could see the bedroom window. That's when I noticed someone peeking from the bottom edge of the window as I was playing with myself." 

"You mean there was a 'peeping tom' watching you?" Danny asked.

"Yes... and the only thing that kept me from screaming and running away was that I recognized the guy as the shy boy who lived next door to me. I grabbed my towel that was lying on the bed and wrapped it around me as I walked to the window and asked him, 'what are you doing there'? 

As he stood up, I could see the fly in his jeans was open and his erection was sticking out. He said, 'I'm sorry, Brenda... I was taking out the trash cans from our house and decided to take yours out too. When I walked past your window to get the cans in your yard, I saw you sitting on the bed... and, I... well, you're so beautiful and your body is so... well, I mean, I saw you touching yourself and...'

'So, you decided to... play with yourself while watching me?' I asked.

'Uhhhh... yeah. I didn't mean you any harm. It's just that... well, I'm very shy around girls and have never... dated, so I masturbate by looking at pictures of sexy women. But... you're prettier and sexier than any of the pictures or magazines I've seen,' he added.

I couldn't believe this good-looking boy had never been with girls before but, apparently, he and I shared a similar problem. I was strangely excited about seeing the hard-on I had helped to give him, and was fascinated by the idea that we were both virgins, so I wanted to hear more of his story. His boner had softened so he tucked it back in his pants but I asked him if he'd like to come into the house to talk. I told him my parents were not home so no one would know. He accepted my invitation, probably thinking I'd tell his folks about him peeping at me, if he didn't. I slipped a robe over my naked body and tied it with the waist sash.

Once in my room, we sat on opposite ends of the bed and began telling each other our stories. We were the same age but we both kept to ourselves for our own reasons. He was a handsome kid, even when he was younger, but some girls had embarrassed him in front of his friends, or told lies about him to other girls, so he became very wary of being with them in person. He began to take up sports and soon filled all of his spare time practicing or playing baseball, football and basketball. He became so good and starred on all his school teams but, because he didn't date girls, his friends all thought he was gay or just very shy. If he hadn't helped them to win so many games, they would have probably teased him and made his life miserable.

I told him that I, too, had grown up without dating and admitted that tonight was the first time I had ever touched myself.

'Gee, your... pussy... looked so beautiful as you spread it open and touched it. But, you didn't... finish,' he said.

'No,' I replied, 'but I've never done it before so I'm not sure what it's supposed to feel like... when I finish.' 

'Well, if it's anything like what a guy feels, it's really great. I mean, you get an extreme tingle throughout your body and you start breathing hard and fast... and when you reach your orgasm, it's really intense,' he told me.

As this boy talked to me about orgasms, I somehow had no fear or him hurting me and suddenly felt a desire to learn more about what I'd been missing. I asked him, 'Could you take your... your penis out and show it to me,' I asked.

He looked at me with wide-open eyes and replied, 'Do you mean it, Brenda? I mean, you won't get mad at me or tell our parents?'

'No,' I said, 'I'd like to watch you touch it and see what happens when you reach your orgasm.'

'Well, it's gonna... you know, shoot off. I mean, when I cum, this white cream is gonna get all over the place,' he told me.

'That's all right,' I answered, 'No one's home so I'll have time to clean it up. It's just that... I'd like to find out... I'd like to learn...'

With that, he stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he lowered his shorts until his prick sprang to life, then slipped them off his feet as well. He said, 'Do you want me to stand here next to you and... do it?'

'Yes,' I replied, 'come closer so I can get a better look.'

He stood only inches from my arm now, taking his slender prick between his fingers and sliding his hand back and forth. His cock grew fatter and longer as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began really stroking his meat. The head turned deep red, then purple, and a sheen or moisture coated it; he told me his pre cum was lubricating it now. 

'Ummm.. Brenda, could I see your... your tits again,' he asked.

I didn't see what harm could come of that so I agreed; I opened the robe and let it fall off my shoulders, exposing my large, firm tits. I'd always thought my breasts were larger than average and I had these really long, pointed nipples. I asked him if I could touch his prick before he shot his load so he stopped jerking off and took his hand away, letting his boner bounce in the air in front of me. I reached out and touched a cock for the first time in my life, and found it was very stiff but kind of silky and soft at the same time. 

'Could I do it... like you were doing... to yourself?' I asked.

'Uhhhh... sure. Just put a little spit on your hand so it will glide back and forth better.'

I did as instructed and wrapped my hand around his cock, marveling at how thick it had grown. I gripped it tightly and began jerking him off as closely as I could duplicate what he had been doing. His eyes were riveted on my breasts, shaking from side to side from the movement of my arm as I stroked his shaft. It wasn't long before I heard him say, 'Brenda... it... it's gonna shoot. Do you want me to hold it... to finish it?'

I was mesmerized by now and committed to the job at hand–so to speak–and shook my head 'no' as I felt his rod get a little harder just before it started to spurt gobs of white cream out the slit at the end. The first rope flew through the air and landed on my left breast; it started oozing down and dripped on my stomach as the following jets landed at random upon my hand, the bed or my arm. It must have felt really good to him since he simply closed his eyes, grunted, and sighed until it was all over.

I certainly was amazed by what I'd just done, especially considering that I'd never seen an adult's penis until now, to say nothing of touching and bringing one to orgasm. I grabbed the towel and began wiping the milky-white cream up when he said, 'Well, how about you, Brenda?'

I looked up, in surprise, saying, 'Uhhh... what ABOUT me?'

'Aren't you going to bring yourself off?' He asked.

I didn't know what to do. I certainly wanted to explore my pussy further and possibly reach an orgasm, but I wasn't sure I could do it in front of a boy. I decided to throw caution to the wind and took my robe the rest of the way off my body. I sat cross-legged as before, and took up where I'd left off when I discovered that I was being watched. My new-found friend sat on the edge of the bed and watched intently, as I again spread myself open and began to experiment. While I was gingerly touching places and discovering which things felt the best, he suddenly asked, 'Could I... touch your pussy, Brenda? I've... never touched a girl before.'




Home For The Holidays Ch. 07



I stared at him, thinking of what to do...what to say. 'I promise I won't hurt you,' he said.

I removed my hand from my pussy and nodded my head, 'yes.'

He leaned over until he was resting against my left leg, then licked his fingers so they'd glide around my cunt lips more easily. After playing with my pussy lips and feeling the creamy flesh of my thighs, I felt him dipping a finger inside my pussy for the very first time; we both discovered that I was very wet. He began moving his finger in and out, simulating a little prick fucking me, and I was become more and more aroused. I spread my legs further apart and closed my eyes, savoring the newly-found pleasure I was experiencing.

He suddenly happened to brush his hand over my erect clit and the electricity flowed through my body; I was a little scared but knew we had found a special place. I started breathing faster as he grew bolder with his hands, plunging first two, then three fingers up my cunt with one hand and rubbing my love button with the other. As my climax neared, I thought I was going to pass out but nothing could stop me now... my heart was pounding in my chest as he brought me to a tremendous orgasm. The juices from my pussy coated his hands as I collapsed on the bed, barely able to catch my breath, and laughing as a kind of relief."

Danny and Brad had both finished their breakfast by now and sat, staring at me as my tale came to an end. After what seemed like a long time, they both said simply, "Wow!"

After we cleaned off the kitchen table, Brad went into his room while Danny and I sat in the living room. He finally asked, "So, Brenda, what ever happened to this boy who gave you your first orgasm?"

I looked at him and smiled, then told him, "I married him. My husband, Phil, was that boy."

"Wha... that... that's... INCREDIBLE! And you've been together all these years? What happened after that first encounter?" Danny asked.

"We started hanging out with each other and sharing our masturbation stories. Another night, when my folks weren't home, I invited him over so we could watch each other masturbate but things got out of hand."

"You mean..."

"Yes, it started out innocent enough. We had gone from trusting no one of the opposite sex to putting our complete trust in each other. We were touching ourselves and trading hands, feeling each other all over and enjoying the mutual stimulation. Then, I saw Phil lick my juices from his fingers after they had been far up my cunt. I asked him what it tasted like and he said, 'Here, try it yourself.'

I tasted my own pussy juice for the first time and I actually liked it. We continued playing with ourselves and before too long, Phil's dick was ready to explode. He was stroking his cock and I knew he was going to shoot a load of cum, so I held out one of my hands as his cum erupted and collected a large pool of it in my palm. My eyes were riveted to the jets of cream, pulsing from the little slit at the tip of his bright red cock head. I put a finger in the pearly-white goo and touched it to my tongue; it was warm and salty and I kind of liked it . My first taste of cum made me hungry for more! 

After we sampled each other' juices, we looked in each others' eyes and it just kind of hit us... we starting kissing and fondling each other. Before I knew what was happening, our tongues were in each others' mouths and we were getting into it really hot and heavy; it seemed like we were making up for all those years of being sex-starved. 

We finally settled into a sixty-nine position. I was on the top and my legs were spread wide apart as I lowered my pussy onto Phil's face. He held my labia wide apart and stuck his long tongue as far up my cunt as he could, drinking my juices as they trickled in a stream from my vagina. Although Phil had just cum a short time before, his cock was growing harder by the minute. 

His rigid boner was soon standing straight up so I took it in my mouth and started sucking on his prick. I hadn't learned about deep-throating yet so I jerked him off with my left hand while moving my hot, full lips up and down over that ridge behind the head of his cock. I used my other hand to massage his balls and even stuck my middle finger up his ass at one point. Phil was going crazy, squirming around on the bed and saying, 'Oh, Brenda... you're driving me wild... I've never felt anything like this...'

I hadn't reached an orgasm when we were masturbating earlier and Phil was rubbing all around my pussy with his fingers. My juices were flowing heavily and coating his face when I finally felt my body reaching its peak. Just as my climax hit me and I started moaning, I felt the first spurts of Phil's hot cum covering my tongue... it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. The thick, warm semen flooded my mouth as I instinctively tried to swallow it all, still keeping my lips around his glans. I raised my head a little too far at one point and a whole mess of cum dribbled from my lips and ran down Phil's shaft until it covered my hand. My first blow job may have been a little sloppy but I loved it! So did Phil.

Soon after, we began to date like other couples and had a really nice relationship. The odd thing was that most people date and work up to the point where they have sex; we did it the other way around," I said. 

Danny was shaking his head in amazement. Brad had been standing nearby listening as well; he asked, "So, when did you two finally get laid?"

I laughed and told them, "The next time we were together was a Saturday afternoon up in Phil's room. His folks were away for the day and we started making out and touching each other as usual. Then, I told him, 'Phil, I want you to fuck me... I want you to take my cherry so I can feel what it's like to go all the way.'

Phil said, 'I'd love to do that for you, Brenda... but you may be disappointed with me... I've never done it before, you know.'

I just leaned over and held his head in my hands as I tenderly placed my lips on his and kissed him; I told him, 'That's okay... we'll learn together.'

He took a condom out of a drawer in his bedroom night table and unwrapped it. 'I've been saving this for a long time,' he said.

We started getting into it with each other again and, as soon as his erection was hard and fully extended, he rolled the rubber onto the length of his shaft. I spread my legs as wide as I could and braced myself for the pain that I'd anticipated as he lined his prick up with my hole. I was pretty wet by now but he moved slowly at first, inching his way into my pussy as we kissed passionately and touched each other all over. At last, he hit my hymen and we both knew it; i looked him in the eyes and said, 'just DO IT!'

Phil pulled his cock back a bit and then pushed it in as hard as he could; I felt the membrane tear and the pain was pretty strong at first. Then, we looked at each other as we began humping and I thought his prick was going all the way up into my belly. The extreme tightness of my cunt gripping his prick was too much for Phil to endure for too long without cumming; he tensed up and told me, 'I'm... gonna... cummmmm...'

I wanted his first time to be the best so I humped my pelvis back and forth and side to side, and when his cock finally erupted, he was grunting and groaning like crazy. After he finished, he left his cock deep inside me and raised himself off my body far enough so that he could play with my clit. I soon found myself reaching my own climax with Phil's finger working my love button and his long prick buried in my pussy. I had the most violent orgasm, thrashing around under Phil's body as he brought me off. 

After it was all over, I was really in quite a bit of pain at that point so Phil slowly slipped his dick from my cunt. The real shock came as we stared at Phil's cock, after he took it out of me. Of course, there was some blood on it, but the big surprise was that the condom had broken; his fat cock head protruded from the open end, coated with the sperm he had just deposited in my virgin pussy.

I went to the doctor a couple of times right after that, worried that I'd be getting pregnant on our first fuck. As fate would have it, I found out that I couldn't have children due to an undeveloped uterus."

"Wow, kind of a mixed blessing..." Brad started to say.

"Well, I think I may have wanted children someday so I was a bit disappointed at first. But having built-in birth control did have it's advantages since Phil and I eventually developed into swingers," I said. 

"Yeah, that's kind of weird that you two both went from having sex with no one, to having total sex between you, to having sex with EVERY body," Danny said.

"Well, it's not EVERY body," I said with a laugh. "At first, Phil and I were strongly attracted to each other but we wanted to be sure it wasn't just the sex that was keeping us together, so we agreed that we should each date other people. Although we each tried having relationships and sex with others, we continually kept returning to each other. After all was said and done, we found we loved each other so much that we got married. We also loved sex so much, and trusted each other so completely, that we decided to have an open marriage; we share all of our experiences with each other." 

As I finished my story, someone knocked on the door to the apartment. Brad got up and let several of their college buddies in. Danny introduced them, saying, "Brenda, this is Eddie, Tom and Frank."

I eyed the new boys up and down, admiring their young, firm bodies. Danny added, "They're on our football team."

"Oh, no wonder they're in such great shape," I replied.

I sat on the sofa in the living room while the boys wandered all over the apartment. Naturally, they were wondering what I was doing there; I could see them whispering with Brad and Danny, motioning in my direction with their hands. A few minutes later, several more guys showed up and the whole gang was stealing glances my way.

I finally stood up and made my way toward Danny who was standing in the middle of the crowd of guys. "Danny," I said, "you didn't tell me you had so many good-looking, well-built friends." 

I turned to Eddie and ran my hands over his chest and arms, saying, "Oh, what muscles you have, young man."

He looked me in the eyes and replied, "Well, you might want to feel my OTHER muscle, Brenda," as all the guys began to laugh at his sexual innuendo.

At that, he took my hand from his arm and brought it down to his crotch. I smiled at him as I rubbed my hand over his erection, though his jeans. I said, "Ummm... I'd like to SEE that muscle... why don't you take it out?"

Eddie called my bluff and unzipped his fly before fishing out a huge boner that was begging to be played with. I wrapped my hand around the wide girth of his prick but before I could start, one of the other boys called to Eddie, "Hey, you know the coach doesn't want us to have sex before a game."

I looked over and asked, "Oh, you have a game today?"

Tom replied, "Yeah, we've got to get going soon... it's the biggest game of the year against our arch-rivals, the State team."

I let go of Eddie's cock, pinched his cheek and smiled at him, saying, "I'll tell you what... if you win the big game, I'll reward you with a nice blow job."

Frank said, "Uhhh... we're ALL on the team, Brenda... how about us?"

I looked at all the boys, thinking about the possibilities. "Okay, okay... If you guys win the game, I'll give you ALL blow jobs... how about THAT?"

"The whole team?" Eddie asked.

Danny walked over and said, "Yeah, Brenda will try anything, once... right, Brenda?"

"Sure, why not?" I offered. "Of course, I may have to fuck some of you instead of sucking you off... if that's okay."

Well, the guys couldn't believe I was serious and they left the apartment laughing and hitting each other on the back, joking about my offer. Danny, Brad and I got ready to leave for the campus stadium to see the game. I grabbed my long winter coat, went into the bathroom, and after I came out, we all walked over to find some seats.

It was a cool day but the bright winter sun and no wind made it much more comfortable as the players took the field and a sparse crowd started filing into the stands. We sat half way up, right near mid field. The three of us stood and waved, catching the attention of Eddie as he turned to look for us. He called to the rest of his team mates and pointed our way, probably telling them, "Hey, there's that woman from Danny's place."

The whole team looked our way as I glanced side to side at the people in front of us. No one else was looking back at us from below so I quickly unbuttoned my long coat and held it open. The boys on the field could see that I wasn't wearing any clothes underneath and I quickly closed my coat before anyone else could catch me flashing them. The team was jumping up and down and laughing wildly. If there wasn't enough incentive for them to beat State before, they had some now.

The game turned out to be a rout. Danny turned to me at halftime and said, "I've never seen this team look so good... they're playing their best game of the season."

By the two-minute warning of the fourth quarter, it appeared that our team was on their way to embarrassing State... the score was 35 to 6. When the clock finally ran out, everybody was amazed at the performance this team had turned in. Danny, Brad and I headed to the locker room to congratulate the team. The players were celebrating wildly when we found them admit their families and friends. 

After a while, the players' families left and the guys all hit the showers. Before long, we were the only visitors left and, as the guys finished showering, they sought me out. Eddie was the first to find me and said, "So, Brenda, we won the game just for you."

"Well," I replied, "I think you won it for what I'm going to do for YOU... but that's okay. A deal is a deal. Where does that door over there lead to?"

"That's the workout room... would you like to see it?"

Eddie took me by the arm and led me into the other room. Once inside, I saw that there was exercise equipment but also some padded tables where someone could get a rub down or massage. Eddie put his arms around my neck and pulled me close, tilting his head as we prepared to kiss. After a few moments, I pushed myself back enough to be able to slide my long coat off, revealing my naked body to Eddie's wide-open eyes. 

He grabbed me and held me close again, flattening my breasts between us, as he proceeded to place his hot lips to mine. We tongued each other deeply as his left arm continued to hold me tightly and his other hand moved down to squeeze the cheeks of my ass. I moved my right arm between us and found his hard-on, straining to break loose of his tight jeans. I pulled the zipper to his fly down and unbuttoned the waist so the Levis fell to the floor at his feet. 

I crouched in front of him and pulled his shorts down, admiring his long, thick cock, now standing at attention in front of my face. I held it steady and engulfed it with my mouth, immediately beginning to suck on it, moving my head back and forth over the length of his stiff prick. I grabbed his nut sack with my other hand and used my fingers to play with his balls as he began to moan.

"Oh, Brenda... you are one great little cocksucker, aren't you?" he said.

I didn't stop to answer but heard the door to the room open behind us. In a matter a seconds, I found myself surrounded by a half dozen young and fully erect cocks, all bobbing up and down in anticipation of my talents. I let go of Eddie's scrotum and reached out with a hand on either side, finding two rock-hard dicks for me to play with. I let Eddie's cock slip out of my mouth long enough for me to take first one, and then the other, into my mouth. All I could hear were, "Ooo's" and "Ahhh's" from the three young studs trying to get their rocks off at my expense. 

I felt a hand from somewhere reaching under my bottom and playing with my pussy as I continued to alternate between sucking and jerking off the three cocks at once. Then I felt someone lifting me slightly so they could get their head under me and eat my pussy. Now, I was getting really aroused myself and began moaning as I deep-throated Eddie and his two friends while someone's tongue was exploring my cunt.

Finally, the boys each reached their peak and began cumming, one after the other. First, I felt Eddie shooting his load in my mouth as I swallowed quickly to take it all in. As soon as he was finished, the boy on my right spewed warm streams of cum onto the side of my face; I turned and opened my mouth wide so I could taste the last spurts of his juice as well. Then, the guy on my left warned me, "Brenda... here it cums..." With that, I spun my head around and placed my mouth over the head of his cock just as it began to send jet after jet of hot sperm down my throat as well.

My legs were beginning to tire by now so I lifted myself off the person beneath me and looked down to see... a GIRL! "What was SHE doing here," I wondered.

Eddie saw the surprised look on my face and said, "Brenda, meet Debbie... she's my girlfriend. She was a little upset when she heard you were gonna blow me, but she swings both ways, and I told her she could eat your pussy... is that okay?"

I helped Debbie off the floor and, as soon as she was standing, I started unbuttoning her clothes as well. "No, I don't mind at all... as long as I can taste her young pussy too."

I climbed up on the rubdown table and lied on my back with my legs dangling from the end. As soon as I was settled, I found one of the boys between my legs, spreading them further apart, and poking his stiff prick at the entrance to my cunt. At the same time, another boy had climbed onto the table facing me and was straddling my chest. He wet his long cock with some saliva, then placed it between my breasts; with his hands, he held them tightly around his hard shaft as he tit-fucked me. 

Debbie climbed on the table from the other direction and straddled my face, lowering her pussy down until I could reach it with my mouth. I used my hands to hold her labia apart and plunged my tongue far up her wide-open cunt, savoring the juices oozing from within. I continued to hump my own pussy at the cock that was pounding into my snatch. I heard some grunting from that end of the table and soon felt the warm cream filling my twat as the boy called out, "Here it cums!" The jizz began running down to my ass as soon as the he removed his spent shaft from my hole. 

Debbie was next to reach her orgasm as my mouth and tongue drove her over the edge; she gushed copious amounts of pussy juice down my throat as she whined and squealed with delight. Just as she got up and climbed off the table, the boy humping my breasts said, "Ohhh... your tits are so fucking gorgeous." 

He held my jugs tightly around his rock-hard prick as it began to erupt. Rope after rope of warm sperm arced from the slit on his deep red cock head and landed all over my face. The thick, white cream formed little streams and oozed down my cheeks, chin and neck. All of a sudden, I felt a tongue on my face, licking up the salty semen, and opened my eyes to see Debbie at work, cleaning up the mess.

As the minutes passed, I lost count of the number of pricks that fucked my pussy and deposited their sperm into my vagina. So much jizz had been poured into my cunt that it was literally running out in a stream. Debbie noticed the pearly-white river of cream and proceeded to squat at the end of the table, sticking her tongue straight out and catching the waterfall of cum. She was interrupted by another boy nudging her out of the way so he could slide his stiff cock into my gooey gash.

Countless others had appeared by the side of my head as I turned left or right to take each candidate between my full, red lips until they, too, spewed their cream into my mouth. Debbie climbed back up on the table and began kissing me; as soon as she opened her mouth, she released another load of cum that she had been holding there. "Jeeezzz," I thought to myself, "This girl is a bigger slut than I am!"




Home For The Holidays Ch. 07



And, then, the room got very silent. Debbie climbed off the table, whatever cock had been in my pussy was removed and I lifted my head up to see what was going on. It was then that I met... the COACH.

The door to the room slammed shut as the last of the team exited. A heavy-set, middle-aged man with a balding head stood at my feet and said, calmly, "Who are you and what the hell is going on here?"

I sat up on the table and fixed my hair, saying, "Uhh... my name is Brenda... and you are...?"

"I'm the coach... and these boys you've been corrupting are my football team. Are you a prostitute they hired?" He asked.

I laughed a bit before answering, "No, no... I'm not a prostitute. I just told the team I'd reward them if they won the game, and I was fulfilling my promise."

"Your... promise?" He said, rubbing his head with his hand. "Why would you offer to do such a thing... are you a nymphomaniac or something?"

"No, no," I replied, "I'm just your everyday, commonplace slut. You see, I love sex and will try anything once. But, I DID manage to help you win the big game, didn't I?"

"What makes you think they couldn't have won the game without your... offer to reward them?"

"Come on, coach... I know you work hard to create a winning team but... tell the truth, have they ever played like they did today?" I asked.

By now, the coach was beginning to relax a bit. "I suppose you're right. I've never seen them play this well before. But... you can't just take my entire team and... suck and fuck them in our locker room."

I looked at the man, standing before me with his hands in his pockets, and just said, "Why not?"

As he contemplated my question, I hopped off the rubdown table and stood before him. I began unbuttoning his jacket and, once I helped him get his arms out of the sleeves, I began loosening the belt on his pants. I don't know what he was thinking but he made no attempt to stop me.

"What do you say, coach," I asked, as I crouched down in front of him and unzipped his fly. "Would you like your reward for winning the game now, too?"

He said nothing so I pulled his pants down and put my hand inside his shorts; finding his prick, I eased it out into the open and began to whack the coach off. "Ummmm... that does feel good," he said.

In my mind, I was thinking, "Of course it does, you big jerk," but said nothing. His erection was growing long and hard now so I took it in my mouth and began sucking. Before long, the coach was humping his hard-on into my face and I struggled to keep it from slipping out as he thrashed about. 

He began groaning and held the back of my head with both hands so I knew he was getting close to blowing his load. I took his cock from my mouth and, holding it in my hand, asked, "Would you like to cum inside my pussy coach?"

He hesitated for a moment, then replied, "No... I'd really like to cum up your ass."

I was a bit surprised at first. Then, I decided, "Why not?"

I looked up and saw a large pad hanging on the wall; it was the kind you put on the floor and do exercises on. I walked over and pulled the pad off the wall hooks and threw it down. Positioning myself on the pad, on my hands and knees, I lowered my shoulders and tilted my bottom up. I turned my head and saw him standing there, sliding his hand along the length of his big prick and watching me. "Okay, coach," I said, "stick it in."

He kneeled behind me and lined his cock up with my pussy first. He slid it into my slippery cunt, coated with the creamy deposits from his team members. After poking about for a minute or two, he took his well-lubed cock out and pressed the head against my bung hole. Then, with steady pressure, the coach slowly slid his throbbing prick up my poop chute. It felt good to have a cock in a different hole, after the dozens of dicks that had just cum in my mouth or up my cunt. I reached under my body and started rubbing my pussy, sticking my fingers in and out and playing with my clit as the coach humped my butt. 

"Oh, your ass hole is so tight and hot around my cock. I'm going to shoot my load... right... NOW," he said. With that, he reached around my sides and found my big tits swaying back and forth; he grabbed one in each hand and squeezed them hard. He momentarily paused and then lunged deep inside my bung hole, pouring his seed deep into my bowels while the finger-fucking I'd been giving myself finally rewarded me with my own release. 

I was panting and breathing so hard that I hardly felt the coach pull his wet cock from my rectum. By the time I composed myself enough to look back, he had left the room without so much as a "thank you."

Several of the boys from the team slowly entered the room. Eddie asked, "Are you okay, Brenda?" 

I just nodded my head, "yes", and walked over to the shower. Danny came in looking for me and said, "Was the coach angry?"

"Not when I got done with him," I replied.

After I washed up, we walked back to Danny's apartment. Along the way, he asked, "Gee, Brenda, what are you going to tell your husband when you get home?"

"I'm going to tell him everything that happened... that's what we do, we share our adventures with each other."

"Do you think he'll have anything exciting to tell YOU?" 

"I certainly hope so," I said, "He's been visiting your sister, Chrissy, up at her school while I've been here with you."

The End... for now.