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Christmas Stocking

By: Greenbush42



Over dinner one night a couple of weeks before Christmas I was telling my wife about the stockings I used to get when I was a kid. We used my mom's old nylons; you know the ones they held up with garters. I grew up in the '60s, at the dawn of panty hose, and as my mom embraced the 'new' technology she was looking for ways to reuse the old.

So those nylons became Christmas stocking for my brother and me. They were tied to the posts at the ends of our beds and we'd wake up in the cold prairie night and grab them. Turning on the bedroom light would mean our parents would know we were up too early, which would usually elicit a yell to go back to sleep. To be safe we'd open the contents of the stocking in darkness.

My dad being a methodical man, the order of the contents of our Christmas stockings never varied. At the top would be something sweet – some chocolates and a box of Lifesavers, usually. Then there would be something to play with – games or small action figures, one year a water pistol. In the middle, and the only present actually wrapped, would be something special – a Dinky toy. When I was a kid, the rubber-tired cast metal Dinky toys – cars and trucks and military vehicles – represented the very best and we'd usually open this present last. After the Dinky toy would be a carrot – I have no idea why – and the very end of the stocking, in the toe, would be a Mandarin orange.

My wife thought the story amusing, especially when I said this could be why I still like playing with nylons, especially when she wears them.

These days, at our house, we hang the Christmas stockings from the fireplace mantel in the living room. On Christmas Eve, after a late dinner of tourtiere – the traditional French Canadian pork pie – and a fine French Bordeaux, we adjourn to open the stockings. Of course, first they have to be filled. 

So we each take the other's stocking to a different bedroom and fill it according to the range of ohhhs and ahhhs we wish to solicit.

This Christmas Eve when I returned to the living room with my wife's stocking she was already there, standing oddly to one side of the fireplace. For some reason she'd changed and was now wearing a red dress. Unless it was behind her, I couldn't see my stocking as I hung hers on the other side.

"Where's my stocking," I ask innocently.

"Right here," she says.

"Where?"

"Here, right here." She points to her chest.

"Behind you?"

"No, silly. Right here. Me. I'm your Christmas stocking."

My puzzlement slowly turns to a grin. 

"Ohhhh, are you. Hmmm, so where's the stocking?"

She pulls up the hem of her dress just high enough so I can see the top of a nylon stocking. "I'm standing in your stocking," she says, her eyes twinkling.

"Yes, you are. So where do I start unwrapping my stocking."

"Well," says my wife. "Didn't you tell me that as a young boy there was always something sweet at the top of your stocking?"

"Hey, that's right."

"So come here and kiss me." I wasted no time gathering my wife into my arms and she gave me an amorous full tongue kiss. Her lips tasted of candy cane peppermint and her perfume of fresh peaches. As we clung together and my hands roamed down over her bottom. Didn't seem to be much under that dress, I thought – which, of course, caused my cock to respond, too.

"Did you always get an erection when you opened your stocking when you were a kid?" my wife asks, emphasizing her discovery by rubbing her crotch against my growing hardness.

"No, but then I never found anything in my stocking that tasted or felt as good as you do, either. What's next?"

"If I remember correctly you said the next thing in your stocking was something to play with, right?"

"Yes, usually a toy or a game or something."

My wife turned around. "Undo my zipper," she says. Slowly I do that, noticing my hands are trembling a bit. I'm both aroused and a bit nervous. My wife slips the dress off her shoulders, holding the material against her breasts as she turns back to face me.

"Perhaps you'd enjoy playing with these toys," she says as she lets the dress drop to her waist. She's braless and her large, full breasts are bare and beaming. 

"I most certainly would," I say, a slight shakiness in my voice. I step forward and bend to take a taut nipple in my mouth, my hand grasping the other breast and giving it a squeeze. For the next five minutes I play with my toys, alternately sucking and kneading the breasts and kissing my wife's still sweet lips.

"I don't want to be in too much of a hurry," I say at length, "but what's next?"

In answer, my wife pushes the dress over her hips and it falls to her feet. She's wearing only sheer black thong panties with ties on each side and a pair of black thigh-high stockings. A bright red bow has been attached to the panties right over her pussy,

"I think you said there was only one wrapped present in your stocking, which you opened last."

"Right, the Dinky toy."

My wife folds her hands over the red bow. "She we'll call this your Kinky toy," she laughs. "And you can open it last. I think next you should take down my stockings."

I kneel in front of her and kiss the soft, smooth skin of her upper thigh above the top of the nylon. I ease the nylon down her thigh, kissing the skin I've exposed. When I reach her knee I push the nylon all the way down. She rests a hand on my shoulder for support and raises a foot so I can remove her shoe and the nylon. When I do I find another surprise. She has painted her toe nails a bright orange.

"I think you said there was always an orange in the toe. So . . . orange toes." I lean back on my heels and laugh, then lift her foot to kiss and lick her toes and then slowly kiss all the way back up her leg so I can remove the other stocking.

Now I'm kneeling in front of her, my face about six inches from the red bow that covers her pussy. The perfume of her arousal is evidence she is obviously as turned on as am I.

I pull the ties on each side of her panties and they slip open, revealing a freshly shaved pussy. I lick my lips in anticipation of the fun to come.

"Are they are special instructions for playing with this Kinky toy?"

"It works best if it's sitting or lying down," my wife says, taking a step backwards and sprawling on the living room couch. She spreads her legs and I can see the glisten of moisture between her pink pussy lips. With her fingers she pulls the lips apart so I can see her clit. "This is sort of the starter button. You lick it."

"You mean like this?" I take a long lick the length of her pussy ended at her clit. 

"Ohhhh yes," my wife says, her voice trembling. I lick again. "Ohhhh gawd, yes that will get it started."

I lick again and again and again. My wife settles back on the couch, moaning softly, one hand tweaking a hard nipple, the other resting lightly on the back of my head. I've shorten my licks now, concentrating on her engorged clit.

"Oh gawd yes, right there," my wife groans, the hand on the back of my head now clamping tighter. She's thrusting into my face now, grinding her pussy against my tongue. I grip the both cheeks of her ass to hold my position on her clit.

"Oh gawwwd, I'm gonna cum . . ." Her hips lift as she squirms. "OOOOHHHH GAWWWWD . . . OOOOOHHHH . . ." Her body begins to shudder and she tries to twist away from my assaulting tongue but I squeeze her cheeks and hold my tongue tight against her clit and she cries and writhes and eventually collapses into the cushions of the couch. As she slowly calms I kiss the smooth skin around her pussy.

"What a wonderful toy," I say. 

My wife laughs gently. "It does other things, you know."

"It does? Like what?"

My wife sits up and slips down into my arms, pushing me to the floor in front of the fireplace. 

"Let's take your clothes off and I'll show you," she says. She's already unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down. In short order I'm as naked as she, my cock proudly standing at attention.

"So here's one other thing it does," my wife says as she straddles me. "First we get your cock really, really hard." She gives it a couple of slow jacks with her hand, then bends down to swirl away a droplet of precum. Then she takes my cock into her mouth, sucking up and down on the shaft. It definitely is getting harder. 

After about five minutes of that she sits up. She wraps a hand around my cock and slides forward so the head is right at the entrance to her vagina. "Then we just put it right in here," she says as she slips me into her pussy and moves to push it all the way. My turn to groan.

I reach for her bobbing breasts as we begin to gently fuck. She bends down to kiss me and whispers in my ear, "Yes, play with all your Christmas toys, sweetie." I groan and pinch here nipples and begin to thrust harder and deeper.

"Fuck me hard, sweetie," she chants. "Give me your cum for Christmas."

I need no further encouragement. The warmth spreads from my balls through my groin and then I'm pumping my cum into my wife's sweet pussy, my Kinky toy.

"You know, that really is a very special Christmas toy," I say as we cuddle and nuzzle in front of the fire. "But I just thought of something, where's the carrot."

My wife smiled. "I thought you brought that," she says with a grin.

I look down at my softened cock. "It's not much of a carrot now, is it?"

"I think I know how to fix that," my wife says as she takes my flaccid member into her mouth. It wasn't long before I was trying out my Kinky toy again.

Christmas Stockings



CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS. The inside story!

Within the last 24 hours, following far too many months of celibacy, I had struck gold. Twice. You know how it works, no buses in sight, then two come along together, and the upcoming Christmas Holidays promised even more. 

I was still a virgin when Carol Bishop had one night mistakenly entered my camping tent, and earlier today we had both celebrated that 12 year-old horny memory in one of the bedrooms of the vast home of Kamile Ferrer, her Turkish sister, and who was also my client. Rachel, my other childhood sweetheart, platonic friend and workmate, who I had also moved up a level with only yesterday in the privacy of my office, was understandably curious as to what I had been doing all this afternoon. You can read more about my escapades with these women in previous narratives.

My name is Thomas Graham, a 29-year-old architect working out of an office in the City of London. Divorced, I live alone in a first-floor apartment in Kingston, a few miles outside of the city. Due to her work schedule, I see little of the Virgin Atlantic stewardess I first met in Paris this summer gone. Lisa Andrews now works out of New York, but is due back in the UK for a layover at Christmas. 

Late November 2006, Saturday Evening

"Did you fuck her, Tom?" Rachel's voice sounded shrill through the voicemail.

This was the message waiting for me when I got home late that chilly evening, exhausted but highly intoxicated from my couple of hours' horny reunion with the dirty Carol.

The message was left at 7:35, two hours ago. I poured a scotch, settled on the sofa and, with pangs of guilt, dialed her number.

"Hi Rach, what's up?"

"Can we meet up tomorrow? I have some news for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday I'd had sex with my platonic friend for the very first time followed, barely a day later, by the aforementioned unexpected tumble with Carol.

"Yes of course, I had planned to meet my mum in the day, I promised to take her into town Christmas shopping. I can put her off if you want."

"No Tom, don't do that, can we make it the evening?"

"No problem, my place or the office?" Having sampled the ingredients, I wanted more.

She laughed, "After yesterday, definitely not the office, maybe your place, much later," she teased.

My hardening cock replied for me, "Hmm, how about my place, much sooner?"

Rachel giggled, "Down boy, we need to chat first."

I tried to hide my disappointment, "Okay, how about the New Inn on the Common?"

"Sounds good, what time?"

"Seven thirty?"

"Okay, fancy eating too?"

"Good idea. Umm, before you go Tom, how did you get on with Mrs. F.?"

My capricious client Mrs. Ferrer, as Rachel had warned, had come on to me strongly earlier in the day but, as it turned out, only to set me up with Carol, who I had not seen in over ten years. Despite that, Kamile had hinted at one day in the not too distant future taking our relationship well beyond the professional level.

I was fully prepared for Rachel's question and answered promptly, "Got the drawings signed so we can go to the planners now, and if you speak to your dad tell him I got the cheque for her account." Rachel's father was my boss, and she too worked in the same office as a graphic designer.

"You must have been there ages Tom, I phoned you twice, and your mobile was switched off."

"I went to football first. Checking up after just one fuck are we?"

"No, I wasn't checking, you can do what you bloody well like. I was just concerned for you and the firm, that's all, knowing that family. And for the record it was two fucks, you have a very short memory darling." How could I have forgotten that? The reprise in the car on the way home, after some delicious office sex? 

"You don't have to be shitty, I had to go over the plans in great detail, you know how fastidious Kamile is, and I had a swim in her pool."

"Oh, so it's Kamile now is it?" she retorted indignantly. "So, did you fuck her?" she asked the question again.

"No I didn't," I replied honestly, "Mrs. Ferrer was the perfect host." As indeed she was. I thought it prudent to leave Carol out of the equation for the time being. And anyway, Rachel hadn't committed to anything yet, or was that what tomorrow was all about?

She relaxed when I informed her that I had a huge erection, true; and would shortly masturbate myself to sleep thinking of her, false. My mind was still focused on the kinky sex I had just experienced with the dirty Carol. We had first fucked on the floor with me underneath the sex-starved female, and then transferred to what had to be the largest bed in London, all unknowingly in full view of Kamile's CCTV. Later, on the bed I buried my cock into Carol's eager cunt from behind, and at the same time masturbated her asshole with a slim purple vibrator. The internal vibrations had got us both off in a big way. 

Later, we had stand up sex in the shower and where she proved she was still the kinky girl I had lost my virginity with in my teens. I wanked myself to sleep, but was too exhausted to cum. Inside 24 hours I'd had sex with two old friends, both of them married, been hit upon in a big way by my sexy client, also married, and West Ham had won. And I had thought it was going to be another uneventful weekend!

Before I did finally fall asleep, I emailed Lisa, my stewardess fuck-buddy, the events of the last two days, leaving out nothing. Everything to do with sex, we shared. That was our deal. I had no doubt it would turn her on and most likely drive her to further sexual delights of her own. All the same, I wished she was here for me to tell her in person, with my cock moving deeply inside her. To this day she is the most liberated person I have ever met, and that includes this afternoon's piece of pussy. Unfortunately, she was currently getting more and more attracted to a longer appendage of the darker sort on the other side of the Pond.

Sunday 7:30 pm

Being a fine crisp evening, the pub on Ham Common was busy, but Rachel had arrived there early enough to acquire a corner table away from the noisy group hogging the fireside. A bottle of Chablis occupied the centre of the table, two good glassfuls were already missing. Her face was hidden behind the enormous menu.

Rachel was dressed conservatively in jeans and thick sweater, her curly brunette hair flowing over her shoulders and shining in the flickering firelight. Her stockinged feet were clad in violent pink trainers. I was wearing a fleece jacket and cords. At this time two days ago, I reflected, we were both wearing considerably less, and fucking our brains out over my desk. She sensed my presence and lowered the menu. From her soft grin I knew her thoughts were on the same track as mine.

"So, what gives, Rach?" I asked after we had sipped from our glasses and broke a brief silence.

"Let's order some food first, Tom. You know how slow they are here."

At the bar I ordered and paid for a large lasagne for us both to share, and some garlic bread, and settled back at the table. 

"Kev and I have come to an agreement."

"About time," I grinned, "Go on."

"We have agreed to get divorced…"

"Hurrah!" 

She held up her hand, "…but not until next year when the merger goes through."

"For fuck's sake Rach, why wait until then?"

"You know the reasons, Tom. When the contract is signed, both Daddy and Kevin get to be directors of the new company. Financially it's a case of survival for Daddy, and Kev has to be seen to be married and a stable family man to take on the responsibility. After everything's signed no-one will be able to do anything about it."

Her father's company, Shawfields of Clerkenwell, was in financial difficulties and being sold to Kevin's family.

She saw me sigh in desperation and placed a hand on mine, "Wait! There's more."

"There has to be, Rach. Now we have started this, I want it to continue."

"So do I Tom, believe you me, so do I. Kevin naturally still wants to keep seeing his girlfriend but he realises that if I start to make noises it will get back to his Dad. Now that he understands that I have a right to some freedom too, he has agreed that we should secretly open up our relationship."

"Meaning?" Although I anticipated the answer.

"Meaning he can go on shagging his slut, while I can sleep with you sometimes." She grinned, "Assuming you still want me that is."

I grabbed her hand and discreetly pressed it to my groin. For once I was not erect.

"Oh," she joked, "So you don't want me then?"

"Leave it there and I might just grow on you."

She smiled weakly and removed her hand. "Tom, before we commit to anything I want to know what we do about Lisa."

With the thought in my mind of getting more sex in the very near future, my rising cock spoke for me, "Of course I will end it with her, as you know it's been cooling off for a while now."

Then she surprised me. "That's not what I meant at all, Tom, the opposite in fact. I was wondering if I could share you with her?"

The thought of having two women available to me with each other's consent excited me no end, but her suggestion puzzled me.

"But there's little to share, Rach, I hardly ever see Lisa these days due to her new rota, and you know that our future together doesn't look all that promising now she has a new lover." 

She sighed impatiently, "You don't get it do you?"

I shook my head, "Sorry, no. I thought you would see Lisa as competition, not someone to share."

"What I'm trying to say is that when Lisa does come to stay I would like to be there too."

Slowly, through the alcoholic haze, it dawned on me. I grinned with renewed lust in my eyes, "To watch or take part?"

"I think you know, Tom. I thought a lot about this last night. I fancy Lisa quite a lot, I really want to sleep with her, if she'll have me that is."

Now my cock was hard. I knew she was intrigued by the photo I had shown her of Lisa with another girl, even though it was fake, and had purposefully taken it home to study, but this was really a surprise.

"How do you know Lisa would want that, she might just want my cock," I replied.

Rachel ignored my untactful remark, "I know she fancies me too, Tom. I never told you that she has come on to me a couple times in the office when she came to see you. You know, touchy-feely stuff. Enough to know she wants to move up a level. Or two!" She grinned.

I was lost for words. She poured the remainder of the wine equally between two glasses and took a big gulp.

"So, Thomas Graham, when are you going to show me your new flat? Kevin's going to be gone all night doing you know what." I took an even larger mouthful and stood up, reaching for her hand.

"What about our meal?"

"Fuck the meal! It usually arrives cold anyway."

She grinned as we weaved our way between the tables, "You delicious horny person, you."

I laughed as I held open the door, "Takes one to know one!"

An hour later found us both naked beneath my duvet and joined urgently together at the groin. We made love on and off throughout the night, Rachel only returning home early in the morning to collect her work clothes, leaving me with a very damp sheet to put in the washer. This was the first time she had slept in my bed, her final release into infidelity.

We started work that week no longer as best friends, but as lovers, and it didn't take too long for the burly receptionist Beryl to realise something was going on. Unusually for her, she appeared to keep it to herself, possibly as she too was of a romantic nature, but more likely she knew the danger to the merger if it got out, and she made no secret of the fact that she detested Kevin. If Rachel's father suspected anything he didn't react although he might have taken umbrage to us screwing on his desk!

In the weeks running up to Christmas, Rachel and I spent the night together three more times, keeping our relationship secret from the fathers, particularly Kevin's. He conveniently continued to spend nights away in the arms of his own lover. The horny emails continued between me and Lisa and I let Rachel read most of them, but I excluded any mention of Rachel's budding bisexuality, I had plans for that at Christmas. Although Lisa knew of my horny afternoon tryst with Carol, I decided not to rock the boat by telling Rachel. Kamile Ferrer texted me to say she was going to Ankara for Christmas so any sexual plans we had in that direction would have to wait until the New Year. I already had an invitation to the inaugural opening of the huge en-suite shower I had designed for her. I particularly looked forward to the opening of Kamile!

December 22nd 8:40 am

It was a frosty Friday morning when it sounded as though my door was being beaten down. Through the glass panel at the top of the door I spotted a familiar mop of red hair.

"Lisa! You're early darling."

My airline fuck-buddy was surrounded by cases and parcels, the taxi gratefully backing out of the courtyard. Somehow she found space to run forward and throw her arms around me. She was still dressed in her red Virgin Atlantic uniform, and dark blue fishnet stockings. My cock leapt at the sight.

After snogging me to death for a full five minutes she gripped my erection and sighed, "Tom darling, I need a pee, a drink and a fuck, in precisely that order."

I grinned back at my errant friend, with memories of the recent wet sex in the shower with Carol, "You can have all three together if you like?"

"Mmm, you dirty boy, you get better every time!" She peeled off her coat, "Go get my drink lover boy."

I took her favourite Desperados into the bathroom, and she took a big gulp as she squatted on the loo, knickers around her knees, and loudly peeing. Knowing her kinkiness for this, and encouraged by my outrageous fun with Carol, I placed my fingers between her pussy lips and let the warm liquid flow through my fingers, while with my other hand I stimulated her clitoris. By the time she had finished, she was shaking with desire. Needless to say I was on fire myself, we hadn't had sex together since August. Next summer I was to observe the randy widow Susan Marshall masturbate herself while peeing. But that's in another story.

With exaggerated devotion, I patted Lisa's pussy dry with a tissue and, pointlessly pulling up her pants, we hurried to the bedroom, discarding our top-clothes Hollywood-style in a trail across the floor.

"All the way from Melbourne I have been thinking about your cock, Tom, I've missed you so much, especially after telling me about all the horny things you have been up to."

As she squeezed my erection through my boxers I thought it prudent not to raise the subject of the very-well endowed black alternative she had been entertaining these past few weeks.

Lisa and I literally fell together on the bed, laughing and pawing at each other, and slowly got lost in our very first prolonged deep kiss, our tongues lashing together in total passion, while our hands explored each other's most intimate parts. Our urgency belied the fact that we had the whole holiday to renew our lust for each other. As we kissed I was half on top of her, pressing my erection into her thigh with slow thrusting movements as though I was already inside her pussy.

Our mouths parted and she let out a long breath and then, pulling out from underneath me, quickly moved off the bed to stand next to it. She shed her panties and top in one swift motion and jumped back onto the mattress wearing only, at my request, her indigo blue fishnet hold-ups. We were kneeling facing each other now, her lips again sought mine and she reached down to start pulling my pants off too, her hands more often trying to stroke my cock than making any progress at undressing me. Very soon we were both panting with outright hunger for each other.

Gently pushing her back on the bed again, my hand slid into the warm juncture of her thighs to continue my exploration of her delightful body. Her thick pubic hairs, which guaranteed her to be a true redhead, were trimmed into a small triangle, the pubis also lined with her coarse hair. Her pussy lips, tantalisingly visible through them, parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal as my fingers started to move more insistently. I jumped when I felt her toes reach out to tease my erection.  

As Lisa moaned and pressed herself up against my hand, I inserted a gentle finger into her opening, being careful to stay away from her already engorged clitoris. With my free hand I stroked the soft swelling of her breasts while my finger moved in and out of her naturally lubricated pussy. 

"Oh yes, Tom my darling, eat my cunt, no-one sucks my pussy like you do."

Emboldened by her dirty talk, I inserted another finger I leaned down to put my mouth near her clitoris and lightly dragged my tongue across it while I worked inside her. She tasted so sweet as my tongue lingered over her open slit, but I couldn't do what I really wanted to do in this position. Sliding down the bedspread I moved down between her thighs and spread them wide to give myself better access. She passed me a pillow to place under her bum.

I returned to the paradise between her legs and while I tortured her clitoris with soft circles of wet tonguing, I slowly began to finger fuck her soaking cunt. Her breathing accelerated and her hips gyrated as she pressed herself up against my mouth striving for the satisfying pressure of my tongue. I fingered her more quickly as she seemed to enjoy the sensation of my fingers moving roughly within her. While my free hand switched from one sensitive nipple to the other, my tongue alternated from moving briefly against her clitoris, flicking lightly in time with my stroking hand, then away to her upper thighs, savouring the leaking juices of her passion.

"Oh my God, Tom, this is so fucking beautiful. Make me cum please, I haven't had an orgasm since last weekend."

"Mmm," I groaned, my mouth pressed to her soaking wet flesh. I was having trouble holding her steady, aware of her approaching orgasm.

I looked up at her flushed face, "And cum you shall my dearest fuck-mate." On a previous occasion I had told her that one of he most thrilling moments for me when having sex is when a woman comes on my tongue. I told her it was my belief that giving pleasure was ultimately more satisfying than receiving.

And she had replied, "And for me it's the moment my man cums in my mouth."

I returned my tongue to Lisa's fuck-hole and she tossed her head back and forth in pleasure, calling out my name, urging me on, continuously requesting that I let her cum. Finally I relented, concentrating totally on her sensitive button, and when at last she was near orgasm, I focused on keeping the rhythm she wanted, fingers deep inside, thrusting, stimulating the furry surface of her g-spot, my tongue attacking her clitoris. 

The end came quickly as suddenly she stopped breathing, her body frozen as if in electric shock, and then erupted in moans of pleasure, her thighs clamping down on my hand.

Grinning like the proverbial cat, I helped work her down from her orgasm, mercilessly and ever more slowly driving my fingers in and out of her to keep the sensation intense, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. 

Lisa shivered as we both relaxed back, sweating freely on the covers. With a gleam in her eye she reached down for my cock. 

"Come here Tom, it's ages since I had this lovely fat boy inside me!"

She pulled me up to her, between her open legs, her swollen pussy glistening in anticipation in the moonlight streaming through the blinds. Pulling her knees up slightly she reached down between them putting my cock in line with its target. She gazed at my aching erection, leaking slowly at the tip. 




Christmas Stockings



"I often masturbate when I think of your thick cock, Tom."

"I've had many a wet dream over you too."

"Matthew might be a bit longer than you, but he is nowhere near as fat as this fellow," she laughed, "He fills me up long-ways, you do it sideways!"

I grimaced with the jealous vision of her new lover's long black cock sliding into the very cunt I was about to invade for the first time in months.

Instinctively I held myself up on my hands as she rubbed my tip up and down on her clitoris and then slid me down and into her waiting haven of sex. With a groan I lowered myself until I was fully inside her, and her arms went around my neck pulling me tightly to her breasts. She was incredibly wet and the heat around my cock was amazing as she pushed hard up against my thrusts. Including the two women that I have recently been fortunate enough to share my bed with, I have never known anyone so incredibly turned on as Lisa was at this moment. The desire was literally soaking her, fortunately she was drier deeper inside, and I was able to achieve some friction around the head.

So, I made love to my delightfully randy fuck-buddy, driving deeply but leisurely inside her. I slowly drew one of my legs up and this subtly changed the angle at which I entered her, forcing my strokes on to her g-spot. Dragging her arms from around my neck I gathered them in one hand and pressed them hard above her head into the soft pillow as I pushed into her with more passion, her eager thrusts meeting mine stroke for stroke. Lisa hunched her head forward in pleasure, both of us panting and groaning, and the bed, not to be left out, began to squeak loudly. We paused when we heard a noise outside and I chose the moment to suck on her engorged nipples, not really as large as acorns, more like swollen sultanas, and a similar colour.

"Mmm," she groaned, "bite them."

Holding her breast firmly I took a nipple gently between my lips and slowly drew forward grazing it with my teeth until it plopped out of my mouth. I repeated it with the other nipple and switched back and forth chewing a little harder each time as she resumed her movement on my cock.

"Wait." she said, and pushed me off her body and turned over on to her hands and knees and then eased her ass back towards me, quickly guiding my hard cock back into her from behind.

As we renewed our lovemaking, she grabbed the headboard, almost kneeling up on the pillows, her hands gripping the heavy wooden frame, and I pulled her back forcefully on to my cock, forcing her to gasp. She sensed my urgency and we began to move much faster than before, my pounding deep into her cunny meeting her eager thrusts back toward me. By now we were both oozing so much love juice that they combined to drip down over my balls on to the bed cover below

Our sweating bodies moving together, accompanied by our panting and moaning, was the only sound as we moved faster and faster, the sweat pouring off us both. Lisa reached back and stroked my balls lightly as she leaned forward into the pillow, her head turned trying to watch me between her thighs as I shafted her from behind, my cock glistening with our juices each time I retracted. Realising my need to cum, she began to squeeze her muscles around me as I pumped rapidly in and out, and I reached around in search of her clit.

Gasping out loud, I thrust into her one last time and, unable to survive the pleasure she was exerting on me, my cock swelled once and exploded deep inside of her. I discharged my spunk deep into her pussy as she rocked back against me, cooing with pleasure. My knees almost collapsed as I slowed down, enjoying the feeling of the steaming hot wetness I had just delivered inside her trembling body.

As our panting slowed, I pulled out from her and rested back on my haunches, breathless, watching my cum seep out between her lips on to the bedsheet.

Our bodies glowing with sweat we both lay down facing each other, and I lifted her leg to reinsert my cock in an effort to contain our remaining love juices, amazingly I was still rock hard. We kissed tenderly as we held each other closely, and I moved gently inside her, squelching deliciously inside her spunky pussy.

"That was amazing Tom," she whispered. "That was really up there, You are always so good."

"I can honestly say that was the best ever for me." Of course I would have said that anyway! 

"I just hope you are still on the pill," I added as an afterthought. "That was about ten million sperm I just put in there."

She grinned, "If I wasn't then we have just created the most beautiful baby!"

"It's a bit late, but we didn't think about protection did we?"

She grinned at me cheekily, "Do we ever? Not the occasion for condoms Tom. Not with sex like that!"

"I must say that it feels so much nicer to really let go freely inside, instead of a boring old rubber."

"Well, for your info, I got tested last week because I know Matthew screws around a little, so for the time being he uses a condom."

"You okay with him fucking other women? Because from your emails, you sound as though you are getting pretty hooked on this guy."

"Yeah, I guess I am. It will probably surprise you when I say that I am quite looking forward to going one-on-one with him."

"You mean monogamy?"

"Yep, we have talked about it. You realise that when we do, if we do, you and I will have to stop, don't you?"

Kissing me on the nose, she wriggled on my cock, keeping me firmly inside her. 

And she giggled, "In the meantime, this weekend, let's fuck each other's brains out, shall we?"

"Definitely!"

"I want to feel more of your cum inside me, and not just in my pussy. I've been waiting so long to do it bareback again I thought tonight would be appropriate. I'm so glad we did. Anyway I don't see how you would get one to fit this fat thing," she laughed, squeezing her vaginal muscles against the organ in question.

"It does give Durex a problem," I joked, kissing her back on the lips, forcing them open searching again for her tongue. My hand caressed her stockinged thighs, her eyes studied my fingers.

"And another thing about Matthew, he doesn't like stockings, so there you have an advantage." I looked down at her legs, the tops of her hold-ups were torn and stained. I made myself a promise to buy her some new ones. 

Kissing passionately we started moving together again, facing each other, side by side. Our combined love juices squelched loudly inside her pussy, making us both laugh. This time around the sex was far less urgent, more a deep loving expression of our open friendship as we continued to kiss and fuck. Our bodies trembled and moved together as one, both aware we could be fast approaching the end of our horny relationship. I increased my pace as I sensed the approach of her orgasm. When she cried out and started to shudder and wriggle on my cock, I released yet more cream into her warm pussy.

With tears of passion and gratitude we fell asleep wrapped together, naked and hot to the touch outside, soaking wet and highly satisfied within.

In the night I opened my eyes to find I was lying behind her, my arms around her chest, her nipples hard against my palms. I was erect and pressed into the crease of her ass. Lisa moaned in her sleep as I sought her entrance and slipped easily inside her pussy, pushing slowly and purposefully into the warm wetness that resided there from a few hours ago. Once fully inside her I lay still, enjoying the heat of her and, as I softly caressed her nipples, I was thrilled to feel her move her hips back against me, inviting more. 

Ever so slowly we made love, side by side. I lifted her leg over my thigh as our hips worked together in unison and gradually the intensity of our desire urged us to fuck a little faster. Whereas she had been quiet before she started to mutter, still half asleep. 

"Fuck me Tom, fuck my pussy with your lovely fat cock." 

"I'm going to spunk in you again," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes please," she sighed, "I want your hot cum right up my cunt."

Her dirty words of love made me thrust faster and deeper.

"Yes!" she cried out, "That's it, pretend you are giving me a baby, fill me with your spunk, honey."

I attempted to rub her clit as she started to slam back against me and all to soon another orgasm overtook her and as she lay there trembling with passion I shuddered and released my liquid love inside her welcoming pussy.

For a little while we laid still, capturing the moment, my cock softening but still inside her. She was the first to speak. "I love your juicy cock fucking me, Tom."

I replied, laughing gently in her ear, "I love fucking your juicy pussy, Lisa. And for the record, if I wanted anyone to have my baby it would be you."

Without warning she eased off my cock and rolled over in the bed to face me. I sensed a change of mood.

"Actually, Tom, that would be the most marvelous Christmas present in the world, to have your baby. But it could not be possible."

Lisa's tone made me reach out for the bedside light. There were tears in her eyes, and I knew instantly they were not the result of our recent lovemaking. I wiped away the moisture with my finger, and softly kissed her nose.

"What do you mean, not possible?"

For a moment she was silent, then dropped her bombshell, "I'm already pregnant, Tom." And promptly burst into tears. I held her tightly while she cried. Naturally I wondered if the baby was mine, but then she had said it was not possible.

"Matthew?" I whispered.

She nodded, and wept on my shoulder.

I turned out the light and eventually the tears stopped.

"How long?" I asked, her face was buried in my shoulder.

"It's not official, but I missed my period last week. I just know that's all."

I remained silent, sensing she wanted to talk.

"My mum once told me that you know the instant a man is going to get you knocked up, it's the way he cums in you and your body is ready for his sperm. Just like you did just now, Tom. If I wasn't already pregnant, then you would have done the trick instead."

I asked the obvious question, "What are you going to do? Does Matthew know?"

"Not yet, I will tell him next time I see him, but I know he will be delighted. I am going to keep the baby, Tom, but for the time being I don't want to talk about it anymore. Only this, I have a whole lot of fucking to squeeze in between now and then, starting with this fellow." She slid down the bed and grabbed my sticky cock, "And this weekend he's all mine."

Without further ado, she took me into her mouth, only pausing to mutter, "Now you can fuck my mouth, you lovely dirty fucker, and cum down my throat."

With all the best will in the world I couldn't rise fully to the occasion and Lisa was the first to fall asleep, the tip of my cock dribbling against her lips.

Apart from the dirty Carol, it was a long time since I had known anyone who enjoyed sex as much as this girl, and enjoyed talking dirty in the middle of it. I wondered what the next day would bring.

Saturday 23rd December, 8:50 am

I woke to the ringing of my mobile. The ID said it was Rachel. I turned away from the sleeping Lisa. 

"Is everything arranged, Tom?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Cool, I am so looking forward to this. But very nervous too."

"It will work out okay, you'll see." I felt Lisa stir beside me.

"Is she with you now?"

"Yes."

"Sorry. Better go then. Love you."

"Love you too."

I terminated the call.

"Another lover, Tom?" Lisa was awake, rubbing her eyes.

"No," I lied, "Just business."

She turned towards me, her breasts full and delicious in the soft morning light, "That's cool. Do you say 'I love you' to all your clients?"

"Only some!" I laughed.

Lisa pinched my arm, "It was Rachel, wasn't it?"

I sighed, "Yes, she was ringing to say she is going to her husband's parents for Christmas Day, and isn't looking forward it."

"Don't blame her with that asshole of a husband, Kevin was his name? I only met him once and took a distinct dislike, especially when he groped my ass that day in your office."

I laughed, knowing just how gropeable Lisa's ass is, "Can't say I'm over fond of him either. Be glad when they have finally broken up."

"You are really keen on her aren't you? Do you think there is a future there?"

"Yes I do, but it's going to be a long wait."

"But you two do have sex?"

"Of course we do, not as often as we would like though. I shall have to be patient. In the meantime there is still you, even though you are now pregnant, and there's Carol I told you about."

Carol, now married into the Ferrer family, had made it clear that, while her husband was abroad on his errands, and apparently some of which were of the female kind, her body would be available to me.

"From what you told me, Carol sounds like a real dirty girl."

"She is, and very bisexual too." I looked at her with a quizzical eye.

"Mmm, you must introduce me sometime." 

It wouldn't be that long before they did meet up, and it wasn't me that did the introducing! But that's another story. 

"Anyway, I don't mind who you fuck as long as I have you to myself this weekend." Little did she know wrong she would be about that!

Lisa sat up, her dark nipples perky and invitingly succulent. I leaned forward and took the nearest one between my lips, but she pushed me away. I wondered if, being pregnant, they were extra sensitive. "How about some tea, Tom?"

While I boiled the kettle, she padded out to the bathroom for a pee. Needing to go myself I was tempted to follow her and re-enact my kinky session with Carol, but thought better of it.

I passed a cup to Lisa as she sat back on the bed, her hairy pussy fully on view. Her eyes followed my stare and she attempted to cover herself, grinning with false modesty. She took a tentative sip of the steaming liquid and then, putting her cup down on the little bedside table, she gave me a serious look. 

"Come here Tom."

I sat back on the bed beside her, my cock hardening in expectation of more sex, but she took my hand and looked earnestly into my eyes. The sheet had slipped, once again exposing her glorious pussy, the strong aroma of stale sex wafting up from down below.

"Tom, would you believe me if I told you that last night was the best sex I have had in ages? Far, far better than Matthew. And you know I've had my share too."

"Well," I replied, moving my hand down between her legs, "This is the most delightful pussy I have ever tasted or made love to and, if you must know..." 

I held up my hand as she started to reply, 

"…I have never known anyone move the way you do when having sex, there is nothing better than a woman fucking back at you."

My finger had slipped into an extremely wet cunt as she started to reach for my growing cock, then suddenly she pushed me away and leapt from the bed. 

"No Tom, look at the state of us, we stink of sex. I need to shower." 

I admired her tight ass, a glimpse of matted red hairs peeping between the round cheeks, as she headed for the bathroom. She turned and paused at the door, staring at me thoughtfully as I absent-mindedly stroked my cock. Her own fingers had strayed between her thighs.

"By the way, am I dreaming, or did we do it again in the night?"

"If you can't remember, I'm not telling you." I laughed and pointed to the bed. "Maybe I simply had a wet dream?"

"Yes, very wet," she smiled, pointing to the obligatory wet patch. "Enough there for a nightmare!"

Of course we showered together, and the resulting mutual intimate soaping of each other roused us to the point that we had a stand up quickie in the little cubicle under the cascading water. This time it was more of an urgent satisfying prod, somehow symbolic of our fuck-buddy relationship. 

As we dried each other off, Lisa came out with one of her outrageous suggestions, "Tom, do you remember Paris, and that couple in the next room?"

"How could I forget?" My cock stiffened at the memory of the honeymooners making love in the room adjacent room to ours, the walls thin enough to hear every horny moment of their passion. Lisa and I had fucked in time with them, and we made sure they heard us too. The reader can learn more of this in 'Atlantic Virgin.'

"What about them?"

"I want to do that again. I love to hear other people having sex."

Standing naked close together, I kissed her, my after-cum dribbling off my flaccid cock and onto her thigh. 

I knew I would thoroughly enjoy the experience again myself, "Then we must go back to Paris again, and perhaps we can get Margitte to join us this time." The hotel receptionist had exhibited her strong bisexual tendencies to Lisa, but that night being our last, we had chosen to fuck alone.

"That would be nice Tom, but I am talking about right now."

"Oh. Umm, I don't think the residents of this property would qualify for what you want, the average age is well over sixty! And these walls are at least a foot thick."

She looked at me indignantly, "I don't mean right now silly, I thought perhaps tonight?"

"You mean book into a hotel?" 

She nodded, wiping away the cum off her leg and erotically licking her fingers, "Think we can we do that tonight? It could be my Christmas present."

My seasonal gift to Lisa was going to be far more exciting than that, but I agreed, "Okay, you pervy bitch, you go and rustle up some breakfast, I'll see what I can conjure up."

Dressed in t-shirts and joggie bottoms, and both omitting underwear, Lisa occupied herself in my little kitchen, while I scoured the Internet for some ideas, aware that being very close to Christmas, many of the touristy hotels would be at bursting point.

Just before she called, "Grub up," I had settled on a quiet under-subscribed Victorian establishment on the Bayswater Road, but I didn't book a room, just ascertained that plenty were available.

"So?" Lisa queried, as we devoured our poached eggs.

I told her about the hotel. "The only way this will work is if we show up at the hotel and wait in the bar for a sexy couple to show up. Then we ask for the room next to them if it's vacant."

"Cool. A bit hit and miss though, do you think it will work?"

I grinned, "If it doesn't, we can always go on to a swinger's club, or even go dogging."

She looked up at me, fork poised at her mouth, "What the fuck is dogging?"

"Having sex in car parks in full sight of others."

"I get it, they do that in the States, but I don't think they call it dogging. No thank you, Tom, I want it to be anonymous, just like Paris. And maybe a club another time."

Saturday 8:30 pm

The Conway Hotel, with flags of every description fluttering from the roof in the cold wind, boasted 37 double rooms, and 6 single ones. Following a tip to the concierge I ascertained that only 17 were occupied. With a couple of drinks on the table, we positioned ourselves in the bar so that we had a clear view of the reception area.

"Remember the last time we were in a hotel bar, Tom?"

My mind slipped back to the first time I cast eyes upon Lisa, fully kitted out in her Virgin gear, "I certainly do, I invited you to share my room."

She kissed me on the cheek, "I'm so glad you did."

A couple climbed the hotel steps and came into view. No good, too old.

It was an hour and three drinks later when a likely couple entered the bar but we soon deduced they were brother and sister. No fucking there. But then, in this day and age, you never know!

By eleven, the bar was getting busy and we were close to abandoning the idea when a crowd of twenty-somethings burst upon the scene. From their loud conversation we ascertained that two of them, making themselves known as Sarah and John from Los Angeles, were staying at the hotel, the other four were friends they had met up with to go to the theatre.




Christmas Stockings



As soon as we spotted intimate exchanges between the couple, I knew this was our opportunity. The next part was tricky. I stood up and ventured over to the party, and quietly spoke to John, "Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing, are you by any chance John Baring, the theatre critic?"

The American looked up, surprised, "Sorry pal, you got the wrong guy."

"Oh, I am sorry, I could have sworn I heard someone say Baring."

"Nope, nothing like it."

His girl friend Sarah unwittingly came to my rescue. "His name is Fortescue. Isn't that cute? It will be mine soon, see?" She brandished a ring with a diamond the size of a peanut.

"Shut up Sarah, not everyone wants to know our personal details."

I made my excuses and passed another tenner to the concierge. "Can you tell me which room the Fortescues are in?" Fingers crossed, I hoped they hadn't registered in the name of a Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

He checked his list, "Number 607 sir, that's one of our cheaper rooms."

"Thank you." Perfect, I thought to myself, cheaper could mean thinner walls. I wandered over to reception, producing my wallet. I would like a room after all please, do you have anything on the sixth floor?"

The elderly receptionist opened her diary, "Yes sir, I have rooms 603, 604 and 608."

"Thank you, I will take 608." I had already ascertained from inspection of the ground floor that the room numbers ran consecutively.

"All done," I grinned at Lisa back in the bar, "We have the room next to theirs."

She stood up, "Brilliant, let's go."

I held her arm, "No, I think we should wait for them to go up first, they could be ages yet. I'll get us another drink."

When I sat back down, she whispered non-too discreetly in my ear, "I want to fuck, Tom. I want you so much, if I have to wait much longer I'm going to drag you off to the loo."

Fortunately, she didn't have too long to wait. John and Sarah stood up, making their apologies to their friends. From the group's raucous remarks it appeared that our neighbours-to-be were as anxious to get to bed and fornicate as we were, and that they had an early flight home in the morning. 

They left the room and we followed at a discreet distance, but when we saw them waiting at the lift I held Lisa in check, but she pulled away.

"No, Tom. Why shouldn't we share the elevator? We are just normal guests going to bed."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay." Little did I realise what she had in mind!

"Hi guys, did you find who you were looking for?" spoke John, his arm around his fiancée.

"Sorry," I replied, "It was a case of mistaken identity."

"No probs. This is Sarah by the way, we're getting hitched on New Year's Eve."

Sarah looked and spoke exactly as she was, a true Californian blonde. Big ass, big breasts and beautiful. Total sex on legs. I introduced Lisa, and with her being from Boston I suddenly felt the odd one out.

The lift arrived and the four of us squeezed in. 

"Which floor, Tom?" John's finger poised over the row of buttons.

I looked at my key, although of course I knew the number, "Six please."

"Cool, that's the same as us. You garden-side or facing the highway?"

"Not sure, we are in 608, wherever that is."

Sarah giggled, "We are in 607, you must be next door."

The lift reluctantly started its climb upward and John remarked, "I better put a gag on her then!"

"Don't mind us," I replied, grinning knowingly at his girl.

Then Lisa did a surprising thing. She suddenly pressed herself up against me and, before glueing herself to my lips, whispered in my ear, but loudly enough for the others to hear, "I want to fuck."

Oblivious to the other two, she reached between us to grip my cock, hard enough to be more than interested. "I want your hard cock in me, I need you so bad," she muttered.

I looked over my shoulder. John and Sarah were looking on bemused, Lisa's hand on my cock in full view. Sarah, clearly just as horny, wrapped an arm around her fiancée's neck, drawing him in for a kiss.

Sensing the mood, I joined in Lisa's little game, and lied, "Sorry about this you guys, we only just met a few hours ago, and she's had one too many."

Sarah looked pointedly at the hand wrapped around my cock, "Looks like she wants one more!"

John put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, "Lucky bastard, I haven't had a one-night-stand in ages."

Sarah pinched his arm, "And you aren't getting any more either, asshole!"

The lift shuddered to a halt and we all clambered out. The others knew the layout, so we followed them. 607 came up first, and we said goodnight to the two Californians.

"Fuck her good, man," was John's whispered reply.

"You fuck yours good too," I replied just as quietly, "I certainly would if she was my girl!"

Our room was a weird shape, it was as though the original was one very large sitting room and had been divided down the centre, creating a smaller room on each side of it, each with a half share of the original bay window. With Lisa eagerly draping herself all over me, I tapped the dividing wall, creating a resonant bonk. It was a timber structure, and hollow. Halfway along was a connecting door. It was bolted on our side, I assumed that would be the case on the other.

There was a faint knocking on the wall, John was investigating too! I beckoned Lisa and we put our ears to it. Their voices were very clear.

"They were a sexy couple, Sarah."

"Yeah, randy as hell too, you see the way she had hold of his dick?"

"I know, almost as though they wanted us to do the same."

"If we had gone fifty floors and not six, perhaps we would have done."

"These walls are very thin, do you think they will hear us having sex?"

"That would be cool, I am still hot after your cousin Maxine visiting us. Her husband was so sexy."

"How could I forget, that was one of our very best fucks."

There was a pause, then Sarah spoke again, "I can't hear anything, perhaps they are in the bathroom."

I decided it was time to announce our presence, "No we are here, Lisa is presently speechless, her mouth is currently occupied with something!" During their conversation, Lisa had kneeled down, extracted my cock and inserted it unceremoniously into her mouth.

"Oh my God, they can hear us!" exclaimed Sarah, "We can hear you too now."

"I know," I replied, "We are going to have to keep our voices down."

"Okay, have fun you guys."

I laughed, "We intend to!"

I pushed Lisa off my cock and dragged her to the bed, ripping off her clothes in the process. In no time at all I had removed her panties and buried my face in her soaking pussy. Tonight, disappointingly she had no stockings.

"Oh God yes, Tom, eat me, eat my pussy."

Immediately we heard a response from the bed on the other side of the wall, "Yes John, do the same to me. I want your tongue in me."

Fully in tune with each other, we tongued our girls' love slits, and together they cried out in increasing passion. Lisa's legs were over my shoulders as I knelt between her smooth thighs, I wondered if John and Sarah were in the same position.

Then he spoke. "Tom, I am going to fuck my woman now."

Obviously this was an invite for me to do the same, so I replied, "Okay, mine's ready for it too, lets do this together."

I moved up the bed and entered Lisa in one long sweet stroke, making her gasp. For a moment or two there was a silence, and then the adjacent headboard started to bang against our wall. Steadily, the beds squeaking in time with each other as we banged our women. The thought of that busty Californian blonde getting fucked just feet away was overwhelmingly horny. No doubt John was visualising the same with me and Lisa.

The American endorsed my thoughts, "This is so fucking horny, Tom."

"Same here John, just listening to you guys is doing wonders for us in here."

"We can almost visualise you two naked on that bed."

"Same with us."

"I said almost, Tom."

"What do you mean, almost?" I panted, not missing a stroke.

"Think about it."

Lisa got it first, and whispered, "They want to see us for real, darling."

"Fuck." I paused for a moment, letting it sink in. They were quiet on the other side too.

"What do you think, Lisa?" I whispered.

"I think we should go for it, we've talked about it long enough. I am so horny."

"Me too! I want to see them fuck."

I eased myself out of her pussy and crept over to the communicating door. Very quietly I withdrew the bolts, idly wondering how many illicit meetings had occurred between these two rooms.

"It's gone quiet, you guys okay in there?" called John, "Didn't put you off did I?"

I got back on to the bed, "Not at all. As a matter of fact I have just released the bolts on our side of the door."

For a full minute there was a silence, broken only by furtive whispering from the other side of the separating wall. I was sat on one side of the bed with Lisa's hand wrapped around my cock when we heard the bolts being drawn back on their side of the door.

"You guys naked?" called John.

"What do you think? Who fucks with their clothes on in a hotel?"

"Okay, cool." 

The door opened tentatively and John appeared in the gap, sporting a healthy hard-on. He drew an equally naked Sarah into the room behind him, most of her voluptuous body hidden behind his well-built body. For a moment they simply stood there, but when Sarah saw Lisa slowly wanking my cock, she reached around her lover to grab his erection.

"Come aboard guys, plenty of room." I patted the bed beside us.

Gingerly, Sarah climbed up beside Lisa, with her man beside her.

For a minute or two there was an embarrassed silence as we guys studied each other's partner's tits, the girls' eyes focused on our erect cocks.

"You guys done this before?" asked John, as Sarah's hand closed both hands on his cock, as if to hide it from Lisa's gaze.

"No, the nearest we came to this was in Paris last year when we heard a pair of honeymooners having sex in the next room."

"So we decided to try it again," added Lisa with a broad grin.

John turned to her with a puzzled expression, "We enjoy the same, but you were lucky to be right next door to us."

I confessed that we had set it up.

"So that was why you wanted my name, so you could find out which room we were in?"

I nodded. By now both of us were having our cocks steadily stroked by our girlfriends. When Sarah saw my hand disappear between Lisa's thighs, she parted her own legs, clearly inviting John to do the same. Immediately I saw that she was totally shaven, apart from a tiny strip of hair above her pussy, no doubt to prove she was a true blonde. Are there any girls in California who do not go Brazilian?

"But how did you know we would be into this?"

"It was obvious you were horny for each other, so I took a chance. And anyway, how long have you two been swingers?"

"We are not really swingers as such. Like you, we have gotten turned on hearing others having sex but, apart from porn, never seen anybody do it in the flesh. So this is new to us too."

"Yeah," agreed Sarah, "I don't think we would have got this far if we weren't so fucking horny."

"Well, we have been talking about this all day, but we never thought it would get this far either." Lisa looked around and grinned at Sarah, "So where do we go from here?"

"We…ell, I think our men should get on and fuck us, don't you? After all, that's what we were all doing before we came in here!"

My cock swinging free, I laid on my back, "Well, I am happy to get that ball rolling!"

My eyes glued to Lisa's lust filled face, and without hesitation she squatted over me and guided my swollen cock back into her pussy.

"More like balls," laughed Sarah as she climbed on to her fiancée, inviting him to follow suit with his own erect member.

To anyone who has not made love in the same bed as another couple, either beneath the sheets or above, it is an experience like no other. To watch a woman sliding up down her lover's rampant cock while being well and truly fucked in similar manner by one's own partner is not for the weak-hearted, but it can do wonders for the libido. Added to that, no-one held back from the dirty talk, particularly Sarah who repeatedly demanded out loud to John that he should 'fuck her horny cunt'! And of course he obliged, just as I did with my own fuck-buddy.

For the next half-hour we fucked our women in every position conceivable, each following the other's lead. Both girls groaned out loud as we pummeled them with our cocks, from above, from behind, even from the side as the girls faced each other, their fingers flying across their clits in an attempt to orgasm in time with everyone else. I longed to seem them swap hands but that didn't happen. Nor did the simultaneous orgasms.

John was the first to cum. He apologised breathlessly, "Sorry about that folks, I hadn't cum since lunchtime!"

We all laughed as Sarah launched into a shuddering climax of her own, her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy. Watching how much she clearly enjoyed sex triggered me off and with a deep sigh I unloaded into Lisa's waiting cunt. I held my cock inside her soaking cavity while she noisily fingered herself off.

Exhausted, John and I flopped down beside our women.

"Wow," he gasped, "That's put that monkey to bed." 

"What monkey, John?" asked Lisa, pressing a tissue between her sticky thighs.

"Having sex with another couple, Lisa."

Sarah butted in, "But we haven't had sex with another couple, we just watched, that's all."

I laughed, "I think it was as good as the real thing though. I always wanted to sleep with a Californian blonde, so I guess this was pretty close." Sarah grinned at me and then looked down at my thick glistening cock. I wondered for a moment if she was visualizing it inside her.

John replied for her, "Play your cards right…" 

Sarah, still smiling, dug him in the ribs, and changed the subject, "How about some of that champagne hun, to celebrate the fun we just had?" She explained to Lisa, "We opened it when we came back here for a quickie at lunchtime." 

"Good idea."

While he was gone, Sarah confided in us, "Sorry about that, John has this thing about swapping partners."

"No worries," I replied, "Lisa and I have talked about it, but that's as far as we've got."

"Yet," I added with a wink at Sarah, who eyed me curiously, but didn't look away in disapproval as I might have expected.

"No," Lisa agreed with me, "I guess this is about the closest we have come."

"Not that I am against it, I am certainly not a prude…"

"We did notice!" I interrupted.

She grinned, "…but we shall soon be married and that will be the end of any ideas of his like that."

"Believe you me, Sarah," I replied, "After the wedded bliss has worn off, that is when you will want to start to experiment! Been there, got the t-shirt!"

Both girls laughed as John returned with the champagne, and sporting a pair of vivid green boxers. Also in his hand he held Sarah's bra and pants. Modesty seemed to be the order of the day, so we too replaced our underwear and all sat in a circle on the bed.

We all looked at John, and grinned.

"What?" he looked at each of us in turn. "What did I do?"

"Nothing darling," laughed his girl, "We were just discussing this need you seem to have for screwing other women."

"Oh?"

"So, what's so wrong with the one you've got?"

He patted her arm, "Nothing honey." He turned to us, "My brother is married, and they have been in that scene for years, go to swinging clubs, hedonistic vacations, all those sorts of things. They swear it helps their marriage."

"But we are not even married yet, and you want to fuck someone else?" retorted Sarah.

I sensed an argument arising out of the bliss, so I intercepted, "Hey you guys, how about a toast?"

John topped up our glasses with the remainder of the bubbly, "Here's to this evening, and a sexy new friendship."

We all clinked glasses, and I replied, "Next time you come to London, we must do this again."

"Or visit with us, we have an even bigger bed than this one!"

Everyone laughed, and Sarah coughed, "Sorry about that just now, I guess I am like any other nearly married female, and scared of losing him to the first tramp that opens her legs."

"That won't happen, honey. My dick is yours, and yours only. Little were they to know that promise would be well and truly broken before the night was out. I veered off the subject.

"John, I'm really interested in how you got into listening to others having sex?"

"Funnily enough it was me," answered Sarah, "We were watching some porn together one day when I got bored with it. I said it was the same old thing every time. You know, lick, suck, fuck, cum in a girl's face, all to a script, and wouldn't it be much more fun to see it for real?"

"So did you?"

She nodded, "We went along to Venice Beach at night, and waited under the pier."

"And?"

John laughed, "Real bad choice! We picked the wrong place, we forgot we were on gay territory."

We all laughed.

"Did you see much?"

"Too much, thank you!"

I was getting aroused again, this woman's frankness was turning me on, and I sensed Lisa was becoming edgy too. 

"So where else did you go?"

"We didn't. John's cousin George came to stay with his new wife Maxine, and on their second night John and I came home late and caught them making out."

"Cool."

"They were doing it on the sofa, and the TV was on, it was obvious they had been watching John's porn."

"What did they say?"

"They didn't. We didn't think at the time they heard us come in, so we slipped past and went to bed."

"Bet that turned you on!"

"Sure did," laughed John, "We were horny for each other all the way home anyway, that was simply the icing on the cake!"

"So you fucked upstairs while they fucked downstairs?"

"What do you think?"

I laughed, my erection was now tenting my boxers, Lisa spotted it and placed a hand on it. I noticed that John was no longer flaccid either.

Sarah continued, "At some stage we heard them come to bed in the next room. We played with each other while we listened to them have sex."

"Wow," said Lisa, gently stroking the outline of my stiffening cock. Sarah was copying the gesture with her man. "Just like you two were doing after we all came upstairs to our rooms!"

"With the added bonus of actually watching you guys."

I slid my hand under the hem of Lisa's panties, "Did you say anything to your cousin?"

"No, they actually brought the subject up," replied John, "They apologised for having sex on our sofa, they had heard us come in after all! The loud fucking in the bedroom had been for our benefit. Or rather Sarah's. He'd had the hots for her for years, but I got in there first!"

"Did you repeat the fun?"

"Yes, they stayed one more day, and that night we all really went for it in our adjacent bedrooms. We didn't watch each other though, not like us tonight."

"Tonight was real horny," breathed Sarah, clearly horny for more action.

"I agree, this was the sexiest thing I have ever done," said Lisa.

"Maybe we can go again?" suggested John, his erection now like my own, proud and ready within the constraint of our pants. I remained silent, I wanted to fuck Sarah!

"Why not," replied Lisa, "The boys are obviously up for it!" She glanced at our tented briefs, "Perhaps we could do something different?"

"You mean like giving our guys blow jobs?" grinned the blonde, "No anal though, I am not into that."

"Maybe something even naughtier?" My eyes met John's in recognition, we were following Lisa's mind, but Sarah still hadn't cottoned on.

Lisa released my cock into the open to clarify her suggestion, Sarah's eyes widened in shock.

"Fuck he's big, Lisa! I didn't notice before. I don't think I've seen one that thick. That must feel beautiful inside you."




Christmas Stockings



John had released his own prick and was attempting to emulate my erection. His was clearly longer, but nowhere near as fat as mine, especially at this moment in time.

Lisa then spoke the words that would transform the rest of the night.

"You can touch him if you like, Sarah. I won't mind, and I'm sure Tom won't object." I twitched noticeably at the thought of the blonde's hand wrapped around my cock. I could see that Lisa was anxious to grab hold of John's equally rampant manhood.  

There followed a pregnant pause, the atmosphere suddenly becoming sexually charged. I was sure Lisa was thinking the same thoughts as me.

Sarah looked at her fiancée, her eyes questioning his, her breasts heaving in her bra. She was as clearly turned on as the rest of us. Imperceptibly, he nodded.

Lisa presented my cock towards Sarah who climbed across the bed and took it from her hand. At her touch I made my cock twitch and she jumped as she attempted unsuccessfully to encircle me with one hand.

"Fuck, your huge!"

Lisa in the meantime had not been idle and had moved beside John and had his hard prick in her hand, slowly wanking him. He had boldly gone one step further and placed his hand where mine had been a minute ago, inside her panties.

Sarah glanced at her husband and grinned. Seeing she was clearly into this after all, I gently slipped my fingers inside her bra and fondled her left breast.

For a few glorious minutes we enjoyed the spectacle of the two women fondling our immensely stiff cocks, until Lisa spoke.

"So what are we going to do now Sarah? Are we just going to jerk these men off or shall we do something special with them?"

Sarah grinned, "You mean like blow jobs?"

"Why not!"

Without any hesitation, Sarah lowered her head over me.

"Hope your mouth is big enough," laughed Lisa.

Sarah paused, her tongue millimeters from licking up my pre-cum, "I'm Californian, Lisa, we girls can do anything. Anyway, I hope your own throat is deep enough, John's quite a mouthful!"

Lisa didn't reply, John's cock was already investigating those very depths! 

Sarah sucked cock as if her life depended upon it, the thickness didn't seem to bother her, and Lisa seemed to be enjoying herself on John's long weapon too. I reached around Sarah's back and unclipped her bra, her tits were full and the nipples juicily erect. Her fingers strayed around to my ass and for a moment I expected some anal stimulation, but all she wanted was something to hang on to!

When she suspected I was getting close, she moved up my body and kissed me lightly, the taste and smell of my cock on her lips.

She spoke softly into my ear, "You can't cum yet, Tom."

"Why not? I whispered back.

"Look at the other two."

My attention had so intent on her mouth and tits that I had almost forgotten our partners. Lisa was sideways on to her fellow American, her sucking hidden from view. But what I could see was two of his fingers jammed well inside her pussy! And he was frigging her like there was no tomorrow.

"He wants to fuck your girlfriend, I know the signs."

"So what do you want to do about it?"

Sarah looked back at me, "Well, I would rather him fuck someone I know, than a stranger behind my back."

I pretended not to get the hint, "So where does that leave us? Do you want to sit back and watch?"

She grabbed my hand and placed it between her thighs, she was deliciously wet, "Of course not, Tom, I am entitled to my share of fun. So I suggest you fuck me too."

I sat back against the pillows, my rampant cock vertical, and watched Sarah remove her pants. Seeing Lisa grinning at us, Tom turned around and realised what was about to happen.

"You want to fuck Lisa?" Sarah rhetorically asked her fiancée, climbing back on to the bed.

He grinned and nodded. 

"Then I get to fuck Tom, you both okay with that?"

John's answer was to push my fuck-buddy on her back, pull her panties to one side, and press his mouth on to her pussy. Lisa gasped out loud as she watched Sarah slide down on to my pole. "Excuse me," she called out, "Anyone here think about condoms?"

Sarah paused briefly, my cock deeply embedded in her cunt. Then, as quickly as she had stopped, she resumed fucking me.

"Well, I'm already pregnant by three months, so that can't happen, and neither of us have been with anyone else. What about you guys?"

"I recently went with two married women who I am certain are clean," I replied.

"And I get tested regularly anyway," added Lisa, as John continued to attack her soaking slit with his mouth. "So feel free to put your cock in me, John," she grinned down at him. I noted that Lisa failed to mention that she too was pregnant.

Without further ado, John climbed up over her and eased himself non-too gently inside her.

And so it continued, John and I encouraged by the groans and dirty words coming from the strangers we were both fucking. We were all acting out our ultimate fantasy by having full-on sex with another couple, something none of us had dreamed about upon entering the hotel, we had merely come here to listen and get off to the sounds of others enjoying some innocent bedroom fun.

This time, John and I did cum at the same time, we sparked each other off. I heard him grunt and knew he was about to fill Lisa, so I questioned his girlfriend with my eyes. She knew what I meant, and nodded, "Yes, cum in my cunt, Tom."

As John heard me depositing a load of spunk deep inside his fiancée , I watched his face redden and screw up as he completed the same ultimate act with Lisa. Neither of the girls had cum. That one was for us, they were quick to remind us.

Tissues were passed around and we all mopped up. After John had gone back to the other room and returned with a joint, we sat back in a circle on the bed and passed it around. This time we stayed naked, all shyness completely gone out of the window.

"So are you happy now, darling?" Sarah asked of her lover. "You got your wish, you got to fuck someone else before our wedding."

"Yes, thank you. I didn't notice you holding back though!"

"How could I be left out?" she grinned, "And anyway, it wouldn't have been fair on Tom to leave him out!"

"If you want my view," gasped Lisa, taking a deep drag, " I have never done this before, but I think I could quite get into it."

I looked at her in astonishment, "You said yesterday that you plan to go monogamous."

I explained to the others that since we met in Paris we had become fuck-buddies but because she was away so much, she was now getting serious about some black guy nearer to her New York base. 

"Big cock, Lisa?" asked Sarah.

"Of course!"

I grabbed her hand, "You didn't answer my question, Lisa."

"About what?" she asked indignantly.

"Your big black cock, and monogamy."

"Yes, Tom," she ignored my pointed remark and simply grinned, "I do plan to go one-to-one with Matthew, but can't we be monogamous with other couples?"

We all laughed, and Sarah chipped in with her view, "I have to admit that I quite enjoyed tonight."

"Only quite?" I laughed.

"Alright, I enjoyed my ass off, if you must know."

"And pussy too, if I recall!"

She looked seriously at her husband-to-be, "John, what we all did on this bed was fun, and I agree with what you said earlier, it didn't hurt anyone. So perhaps we can try it again back home, you remember George and Maxine dropped enough hints."

"Now there is a woman I would like to bed," laughed John, "No disrespect, Lisa. You were the best."

Sarah looked up and coughed. "Ahem!"

"Umm, almost the best!" he quickly corrected himself.

Our new friends from LA had an early flight in the morning, so we called it a day after that. Before they returned to their room I shook hands with John keeping, as we were still naked, our bodies well apart! The two girls however were far less formal and went into a clinch, their naked breasts pressed tightly together. Their parting kiss was not sexual, but extremely borderline! Lisa's bisexuality was definitely coming to the fore! All to the good for Boxing Day!

Christmas Eve 12:35 am

Instead of being exhausted from a day of sex with two different women, I was still horny for more, and Lisa was giving me every indication of wanting the same. The two women had kissed passionately when we they parted and Lisa told me later that Sarah was also interested in exploring her female sexuality and next time she flew into LA would she care to drop in and move up a level?

In the tiny en-suite shower we washed away the residues of sex and I gently fingered Lisa to the last orgasm she had missed out on in the melee of the foursome. From the groans next door I was sure that John was honouring his fiancée in the same way.

The hotel bed looked like as though it had been invaded by an army and when we had straightened it out and slipped under the duvet, Lisa shared her deepest thoughts.

"That was really special, Tom. The most I hoped out of tonight was to hear someone having sex, not get fucked by them!"

"Yeah, and the least we have done for them is to open up their domesticated world a little."

Lisa kissed my nose with a worried look, "Nothing personal, Tom, but after that, Christmas is going to be so fucking boring."

Little do you know, young woman, I smiled to myself.

I hadn't bolted our side of the connecting door, partly in the faint hope that Sarah might want to return to initiate that bisexual urge! Disappointingly, the rest of the night passed without incident, although Lisa and I did fuck like rabbits upon awakening to a frosty early sun peeking through the curtains. There was no sound from next door. When I got out of bed I saw why, a note had been passed under the door.

Lisa and Tom, thank you so much for making our last night in the UK such an unexpected pleasure. We obviously saved the best of our holiday to the last! You must both cum to LA so we can return the hospitality, our bed is even bigger! Don't leave it too long though, baby due July 24. 213-445-2921. Love and thanks again Sarah xx PS Very nice cock Tom, you will be mad to let him go Lisa. PS John doesn't know about this note! x

It was now Christmas Eve, and on the way home we dropped into Oxford Street for some last minute shopping. I treated Lisa to a large bottle of Chloe, in return I got a boxed set of Born Borg sexy briefs. With them came the condition that I demonstrate the contents at some time over the holiday period.

To celebrate last night's events we got a taxi to Knightsbridge and lunched at Harrods, keeping one hopeful eye open for Rachel's errant sister Karen, who worked there as a lingerie model. I promised myself that one day I would get to see her dressed in her 'work clothes'! Shortly before removing them, of course!

By the time we had purchased some food for tomorrow it was getting dark and we settled for a take-away and bottle of claret for dinner.

Christmas Eve 9:00 pm

"What shall we do this evening, Tom? Personally, I'm shattered."

We were sprawled on the sofa, both in joggie bottoms and loose tee shirts and full of Chinese and Beaujolais.

"How about a movie? There's some good ones on Sky at the mo."

"As long as it's a horny one," she grinned, "I don't mind."

"Still in the mood, huh?"

"I haven't climbed down from last night yet, Tom. I still can't believe we did that."

I laughed, "Me neither, let's see what I can find." I fished around in the video cupboard, "Anything particular? I think you have seen most of my stuff."

"Something romantic with plenty of sex would be nice."

I sat back up on the sofa, "Got nothing like that, Lisa, only the hard stuff, and there's no romance in those." Then I had a brainwave. "Tell you what, I think I can connect up my laptop to the big screen, then we can go on the Internet."

Ten minutes later, and with what we did last night in mind, I was Googling 'couples', but all I got amongst other useless trivia was Fred Couples, US golfer,  and Couples Finals, Wimbledon 2006.

"Try Swinging Couples, Tom," suggested Lisa. 

It worked. But we still couldn't find any of the movies we particularly wanted, only sites for consenting adults to meet up.

"Never mind, Tom, let's look at one of those."

There were literally dozens of sites, mainly American based, but I clicked on one called Swinging Heaven  as it had a UK suffix.

"Bloody hell, Lisa, look at all these couples looking for sex."

I started to get an erection looking at some of the uncensored photos. Lisa noticed the movement and grabbed hold.

"Try just the London ones."

I clicked, there were still 1,604 listings, ageing anywhere from 20 to 70.

"God, London's full of swingers, Lisa, and this is just one site."

She grinned at me, "One more couple now, Tom, if you count us last night."

I looked at her, her face still flushed with the memory, "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

She squeezed my cock hard, "Mmm, in my many stopovers I've heard lots of people making love. But to actually watch and take part, that was something else. What did you enjoy most, Tom?"

I grinned, "Sliding my cock into a new pussy, it gets me every time."

She laughed, "Well, by all account, you've had your fair share of that in the last few weeks."

"I must admit I have been very fortunate."

She turned back to the screen, "Look Tom, there's a button at the top which says 'Chatroom,'  perhaps we can chat with someone, that would be cool."

I hit the button, "You're really cool with this swinging thing aren't you?"

"And why not? What harm does it do? I like a new cock as much as you like new pussy, and I certainly liked what I got last night! Every man fucks differently, Tom, in case you didn't know."

"What about Matthew?"

"I will just have to get him into it too, won't I? Anyway, he likes porn as much as you do, so that's a start."

The page opened onto a list of people currently in the chat room. Most of them were males, but there a few couples, and some of those had a camera icon next to them. I hit one.

"Fuck," exclaimed Lisa at the sight of a middle-aged man getting his cock rapidly sucked by an extremely large breasted lady, assumably his wife. We watched for a minute or two and then Lisa suggested trying one of the single males.

"Why?"

"I just want to see what they are doing."

I laughed, "I think I can guess!"

And I was right. One lonely male sat before his computer wanking his heart out. What he would accomplish apart from orgasm was a mystery to me, and clearly of no interest to my woman.

"Boring! Try that one, Tom, the one that says N1 couple 33, that sounds more promising."

Indeed it was. A couple who looked to match the age given, were sat at the computer, both peering into the screen, her hand was out of sight in his lap, and he was fondling an ample partly covered breast. She was in white panties and bra, he in just briefs, and a lengthy conversation was being held between them and the rest of the room. Mainly, I would add, to the male occupants. Perhaps that's why they were wanking?

"Read their description at the bottom, Tom. They look very nice."

Tony and Natasha, sexy married couple living in Islington. She very bi, he well endowed, seek a similar couple or single girl for same room sex, soft swing to start with, swap later if compatible. Can accommodate weekends only.

"Send them a message, Tom."

"You sure? We don't even know them."

She giggled, " I didn't know you until you fucked me in that Paris bed!"

I laughed sheepishly, "What shall I say?"

"Umm, how about, 'This is Lisa and Tom in Kingston, you guys look as horny as us'?

I typed the message, word for word. Almost immediately we saw Natasha smile and start typing.

"Thank you, have you cam or pics?"

I replied, "No cam, but I can email some photos."

"Okay cool." She typed their hotmail address.

"What are you going to send, Tom?"

What with the couple fondling each other and Lisa with her hand inside my pants, I was quickly getting into the swing of things, pardon the pun.

"I'll go get my camera and take some."

"Oooh exciting." She looked at the screen where Natasha was patiently waiting, "Send 'BRB.'"

"What's that mean?"

"Be Right Back, dumbhead, haven't you ever been in a chat room?"

"Only the Apple techno ones."

"Boring! When I am away in lonely hotels, I find them great fun. Horny and anonymous. Never seen one like this though."

Two minutes later I was pointing my little Canon at Lisa. "Want me to lift my top?"

"Not yet, let's play this slowly." I clicked twice to make sure. "Now take one of me."

That accomplished, I balanced the camera on the table, pointed it at both of us and set the timer. Halfway through the red flashes Lisa suddenly lowered the top of my pants and proudly displayed my erection. The flash went off before I could stop her.

"You sure we should send this?"

"Tom. This is a swinger's site, look at all the men displaying their wares, this photo is actually more tasteful."

I downloaded the three pictures and emailed them to the couple.

"Pics on their way you guys, hope you like."

"Ok, can't wait to see."

"This is so horny, Tom. I don't know why we didn't think of it before."

We waited patiently for them to extract the file, then Natasha grinned, looked up at their camera and then typed.

"You two are very sexy. Nice cock Tom! Who is on the keys?"

"I think you better take over the keyboard, Lisa, I don't know what to say."

"Unusual for you!"

"Lisa," she typed.

"Hi Lisa ,this is Nat, have you two been swinging very long?"

"No, last night was the very first time, in a hotel. Couple of Americans visiting London. It got us in the mood for more."

"Enjoy?"

"What do you think? That's why we're here!"

"Cool. We have been swapping partners for two years now. We love it."

"Maybe after Christmas we could all meet up?" 

"Lisa!" I hissed with a disapproving glare, although not a very convincing one.

"Sshh, Tom, this is fun." Clearly she was enjoying herself, with one hand on my cock and the other alternating between her thighs and the keyboard.

"That would be cool, but we can only do weekends. Kids go to their grandparents on Saturday nights."

"That would suit us too. If we give you our phone number will you give us yours?"

"Sure, fire away."

Lisa looked at me, "Can I give yours, Tom?"

I nodded, I was beyond caring!

"020 8289 4407"

"Thanks, ours is 020 7948 6196. Phone now if you like."

"Shall we Tom? This is turning me on!"

"Go on then, I'll dial and put it on speakerphone."

Natasha picked up her phone, "Hi"

Lisa grinned at me as she replied into the microphone, "Hi Natasha, this is fun."

"Call me Nat, Lisa. It would be more fun if you had a camera too, we could then watch each other have sex, assuming you want to do that?"

Lisa turned to me and whispered, "Fuck, I so want to do this. Tom you must get a camera." 

I nodded as she returned to the phone.

"Do you really have sex live on here?"

"Uh huh, but usually there is one particular couple that we watch too, but they haven't showed up, probably because it's Christmas."

"Don't you mind all these other people watching?"

"They don't see, we go into a private room, and fuck there."

"Are you going to do that tonight?"

"We wouldn't normally do that with strangers if you don't have a cam. Hang on."

We watched as she turned to whisper to her husband, then they both grinned at the camera.

"Seeing you're both genuine and on the phone, we'll do it. Tony is setting up a room called…" she peered at the screen, "… 'Islington for four',  and the password is 'wet pussy.' See you in there guys."




Christmas Stockings



We entered the room and password under the name 'Tom and Lisa' and they were already there, all on their own and waiting, camera still turned on.

"Want to see Tony's cock, Lisa?"

"Yes please!" Lisa already had mine out and was wanking it steadily.

Tony stood up and proudly exhibited a decent sized uncircumcised weapon, the shiny pink head wet and protruding from its foreskin.

"How would you like that in your pussy?" asked Natasha, taking it in her hand and pointing it at the camera.

"Yes please," breathed Lisa into the microphone, "I love cocks!"

"Especially when they're fucking her!" I added, getting into the moment. What a wonderful way to see in Christmas!

"Hello Tom. Since we can't see you, you must tell us what you are doing."

"My cock is hard and in Lisa's hand like in the photo, and I have my fingers in her wet pussy. She is so ready for a fuck."

"Mmm, we are too! So what do you think, would you like to swap with us? Tony says he would very much like to fuck Lisa."

I gasped as Lisa suddenly gripped my cock tightly in her little fist, and I spoke to Natasha, "And I think you are extremely fuckable too, Nat, if I may say so."

Natasha laughed, "You may say so, Tom. From what I could see in your photo, your cock looks deliciously fat and if you were here I would love to feel it up my tight little cunt."

Although they couldn't see us, Natasha and Tony were now imitating our own movements, hand on cock, fingers in pussy.

"We are so horny here, Tom and Lisa, we need to fuck soon, and we want you to do the same while you watch us. Think you can do that?"

I looked at Lisa, who grinned and nodded, "Definitely," she called out. She endorsed the fact by placing her fingers beside mine in her wet pussy.

"Such a shame you don't have a camera, then we could watch too."

"You will be able to watch when we visit," I said.

"I know, and I can't wait for that to happen, we haven't met another couple since last February. But I am talking about right now."

I removed my fingers from Lisa's pussy and tasted the delicious nectar. Then I had a thought.

"I know it's not the same, but how about I email you a picture of me and Lisa fucking?"

"Now that would be a real turn on," said a male voice, Tony had spoken for the first time. "Have you got any good ones?"

"No, but we can take one right now." I questioned Lisa with my eyes, and she nodded vigorously.

"Great, do that, we will wait for you. Nice cock by the way," he laughed, " Nat will like that one!"

"Thank you, nice one yourself. But don't get any ideas, I'm really a pussy man."

They both laughed out loud, "Me too, I just admire good competition when I see it. Now go do the photo."

I paused in thought. Lisa was already removing her clothes. "Hang on, I have an idea. Tony, how many megs can you receive on email?"

"A hundred I think, I pay for the extra. Why?"

I got up and ran to the bedroom and extracted my little Sony cad-cam, praying the battery was still charged up. "We could make a short movie for you," I shouted across the room. I sat down, checking the camera's LED, "Something for you to watch while you fuck your wife."

"Now that would be really cool, that will really do it for us."

"Yeah," added Natasha, "And we will keep talking while you make the movie, so tell us what you are doing, okay?"

"Okay, we are nearly naked already, and my cock is hard as a rock. I am going to set up the camera on a chair and make sure it's focused properly."

"Cool, Nat is going to suck my cock while you do that."

I fiddled with the camera as, over my shoulder I watched Natasha lower her head over his stiff prick. They had zoomed the camera in for a closer look. The result was highly erotic, the woman was giving a blow-job for our benefit and not only his!

"By the way," Tony continued, "Nat isn't my wife."

"I thought you said you were married," said Lisa, now fully naked, and very, very ready.

"I am, we both are. But not to each other."

"Oh. Do your real partners know about this?"

"Oh God, yes, it would be too dodgy otherwise. We both have open marriages. My wife and I fuck whom we like and Nat is the same with her man. It works as long as we are all honest and stay safe."

Natasha removed her head from his cock to add her own comment," The only reason we stay with our respective partners is for the children. We both have two each, all girls."

"Okay, cool," I replied, "The camera is set up, we are going to do it now, Lisa is kneeling on the sofa, ready for me to take her from behind."

"Hang on a mo, Tom, I have an idea, how will you get the movie on to your PC? Card reader or cable?"

"USB cable, why?"

"Well, why not connect while you are filming, then we can see you live!"

"I'm sorry, I am not terribly technically minded, would that work?"

"If it's not a dedicated camera for chatting, probably not, but you could try. Are you PC or Mac?"

"Mac."

"Then I think you have a built-in system all ready. Try it."

"Okay, I'll go get the cable." I glanced at the screen; his cock was once again buried in his lover's mouth. Lisa was watching all this with bemusement, slowly stroking her exposed clitoris.

I found the cable and connected it to the laptop, and switched on the camera.

"See anything?" I asked.

"Nope," was the reply, "Never mind, worth the try."

Lisa suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's so bloody funny," I asked.

She turned to face me, "This would have been a fucking sight easier if we had simply got in the car and gone round to their place!"

Natasha looked up, her face glistening with cock juices, "I heard that! Don't you think that was my first thought? Unfortunately we cannot do that tonight, my kids are downstairs watching a movie. Too risky. We only do a proper swap if the house is empty."

I was playing with settings on the computer when a non-too discreet message flashed up, 'Your camera is not connected to the computer.'

The cable was connected, I double-checked. Then I clicked.

"Got it! I hadn't switched to record!"

All of a sudden, Lisa's rear filled a window on our screen, her glistening pussy peach fully on view.

"Nice ass!" was the comment over the speakerphone.

"Can you see us?"

"Absolutely, love to get my cock up there!"

Lisa had turned around to face the camera and Natasha was now standing up, her pussy in full view, John grinning and holding his cock erect.

"Nice pussy, Nat," I commented, "This cock would love the pleasure of investigating the insides of her."

"Let me see it close up then, Tom, and I will decide for myself."

I moved closer to the camera and pointed it at them, lewdly squeezing out a clear pearl of pre-cum.

I saw Natasha's eyes widen, "Oh yes, you can definitely fuck me with that. I don't think I've had one that thick before."

Lisa meanwhile had turned around to show off her sexy body, her dark nipples excitingly erect.

"Oh yes Lisa," said Tony, crudely stroking his equally hard erection, "My cock says he would like a bit of that pussy."

Lisa replied, laughing, "You can have all of her if you play your cards right!"

Suddenly the atmosphere became serious and Natasha looked at the camera, "Can we cut the talking and get on with the fucking now please?"

"Sure," I replied, "Can you see both of us okay?"

"Yes you are perfect, don't move anything. We are going to move to the bed and zoom the camera in."

We watched them clamber on to the bed and with a remote zoomed themselves in, they were clearly expert at this bit of technology.

"By the way," continued Natasha as she sprawled on the bed, "When we are camming with couples we don't usually do oral first."

"Why not?" asked Lisa.

"Because it's difficult to suck and watch at the same time!"

"Okay, I get it. How often do you guys do this, going on camera?"

"Oh, once a week if we can, usually Saturday nights if we don't have any visitors, and that's been quite a while. We meet some amazing people on this site."

"I bet," I replied, making another mental note to set up a proper camera system.

Natasha knelt sideways on to the camera as very slowly, no doubt for our benefit, he slid his cock into her from behind. She turned to look at their PC and saw us staring, gob-smacked at their sheer bravado.

"Come on, you two, aren't you going to join in?"

"Sorry, of course we are. It's just that you are only the second couple we have ever seen fuck and, as we said, the first time was last night."

"Did you swap partners?"

"Bloody right we did! And we want to do it again, preferably with you two."

"You will, that's for sure. Now fuck her, Tom, just like I'm getting fucked by John's nice cock. Imagine it's your thick one that's in me instead of his."

I entered Lisa roughly from behind, also in doggy position, and she gasped as she spoke, "And I'm pretending it's Tony's cock fucking my cunt."

And so, fully in view of each other, we fucked our partners, four heads facing the cameras, fully engrossed in the highly erotic scene. Nothing could be more anonymous and yet so deliciously horny.

When Tony turned his lover on to her back with her legs in the air, I followed suit with Lisa, taking great care to stay in view of the camera.

Next position, I took the lead and sat back on the sofa inviting Lisa to climb on top, the other two saw us and repeated the move on their bed. At no stage did our eyes leave the screen as we watched each other's woman slide up and down greedily on our stiff cocks.

Surprisingly, apart from a considerable amount of grunting and groaning, the scene seemed even more erotic than last night. The fact that this sexy couple were out of immediate reach only enhanced our desire for them. The only time anyone spoke was at the approach of orgasm.

"How do you like to cum, Tom?" asked Natasha.

"Out the end of my cock!" I joked.

She laughed, "Okay smart ass! If you were here with me, where would you like to cum?"

"On your face and in your mouth," I quickly replied, boldly.

Her face screwed up as she sank even deeper on to Tony's cock. "Good. When we meet, you can do that, it really turns me on, but for the time being I want us to do something different."

"What's that?" I asked curiously, my cock temporarily motionless deep inside Lisa.

Natasha spoke, "Okay Lisa, this is where you and I get to masturbate, do you want to watch me?"

Lisa was breathing heavily, "Sure, I can do that too, watching turns me on."

"Great, let's watch each other then and see if we fancy each other. Tony and Tom can wank while they watch us, okay guys?"

We both nodded and, rather reluctantly removed our cocks from their wet havens of sex.

Natasha sat up against the pillows while I zoomed the lens in a little and Lisa centred her pussy on the camera.

"I wish you were her to do it for me, Lisa, I am so fucking wet." There was a silence. "You are bisexual aren't you?"

Lisa laughed as she commenced fingering her sodden pussy, "No, I am not, but I don't think it will be long before it happens…" 

Little did she know how close she was to that big event, I smiled to myself.

"…but I'm really enjoying watching you."

"I will be happy to teach you," said Natasha, her fingers now busy on her exposed clit. 

I had heard that expression before and was puzzled, what was there to teach? One pussy, one tongue and you are away! Women already know how they like their clits licked!

"Sometimes we have a threesome on cam," she continued, "Usually two girls, but sometimes I get lucky and have two cocks to play with."

"That I would like to try too!" Lisa turned her head to me, "Know anyone, Tom?"

I shook my head, unconvincingly. If only she knew!

"Oh God," gasped Lisa as she watched Natasha start to masturbate. Both Tony and I were wanking hard as we watched the highly erotic scene being played out. If this didn't prepare Lisa for what I had in mind for Boxing day, nothing would.

"Do you like my pussy, Lisa?"

Lisa nodded, breathing heavily, both women were inserting fingers inside themselves, then extracting them and licking them. "Yes I think I do, Nat," she gasped, " I know I like the taste of my own."

"Great!"

Natasha looked directly at the camera, "Tom?"

"Yep?"

"Tony knows the routine, but I had better tell you. When we girls start to orgasm we want you to cum over our pussies. Think you can do that?"

"Just try me," I laughed, recollecting my first orgasm last month with my previously platonic friend Rachel on her father's mahogany desk.

"Sure he can," echoed Lisa, "We do that quite often!"

"Okay, then. How close is everybody?"

"I'm ready anytime," said John, manoeuvring himself into the firing line.

"Me too," grinned Lisa, her fingers flying across her exposed pussy, "How about you, Nat?"

She laughed, "I have been waiting to cum for ages, we have both been talking about sex all evening." She studied me, "Tom?"

I was as hard as ever I could be, taking in the scene of these two lovers wanking themselves for our pleasure. I moved in closer to Lisa, my cock pointing at her fingers. But I hesitated.

"Guys, this is so fucking incredibly horny. I have never seen a woman and man masturbate together before, even watching you wank your cock is a turn on, John."

"Sure is," giggled Lisa.

"So can we make it last a bit longer?"

"Of course." Natasha smiled at the camera and licked her juice-laden fingers, "I was forgetting you have not done this before."

Lisa slowed her fingering, "I have to admit it's one of the horniest things I have ever seen. And in my job as air stewardess I have seen lots."

"Such as?" Like me, John was on the brink of orgasm and had eased up on his stroking.

"Particularly on night flights I have seen couples playing with each other, mostly under the blankets, but quite a few in full view, unaware they could be seen. I even saw a couple fuck once, she was on top of him. Fortunately everyone else was asleep. I got so horny watching that I had to get myself off in the loo."

"I've heard of the mile-high club, but I didn't think it really happened," replied John.

"Oh yes. You would be surprised at the number of discarded tissues on the floor after a night flight, and definitely not used for nose-blowing!"

"Ughh, how grotty!" gasped Natasha, "Have you done it on a plane, Lisa?"

"Yes, earlier this year, with Tom. It was on the rearmost seats of an overnight flight from Boston and the plane was nearly empty."

"Couldn't that get you fired if you got caught?"

"Yes, but one of the other stewardesses kept a lookout just in case."

"Bet that turned her on, you should have got her to join in. I would have," laughed Natasha.

"Nah, she was too preoccupied having an affair with the married flight engineer and, like me at the time, totally straight."

"She watched you both though?"

"Oh yes! She couldn't avoid it, she was sat next to us! She was the next one to go to the loo!"

Natasha laughed, "Tell you what, Lisa."

"What, Nat?"

"Next time John and I go to a Jack and Jill Party you must come along."

Lisa was panting now, I knew she was borderline. "What the hell is a Jack and Jill Party?"

John explained, "It's a masturbation party, where everyone sits in a circle and wanks. There is no fucking or oral sex, you play with yourself, your partner or someone else's partner. But no full sex. You can save that for later if you want."

"Have you been to many?"

"Just a couple, same place. The first one was a bit slow to get going, so the second party they hired a couple of porn actors to have sex in front of us all. That did the trick, and there were a lot more couples there, about fifteen I think."

"Wow, it sounds cool. When's the next one?"

"February I think. Wanna come?"

"Yes please." The vision of what we were seeing on the screen, multiplied fifteen times, took me over the edge.

"Gotta cum," I gasped, desperately holding back for the others.

"Go for it Tom," cried Natasha, in the throes of her own violent orgasm, "Cum on her lovely wet cunt. Shoot your hot spunk out of the that lovely fat cock."

"You do the same, John, spunk hard on that lovely lickable wet pussy," gasped Lisa as her hips started to buck up and down with her own ultimate pleasure. If Lisa was this close to her bisexuality, then what I had in mind for Boxing Day would be no problem!

In unison, but several miles apart, John and I released a generous quantity of spunk over our lovers' pussies as they both frigged themselves into paradise. We watched as each other's cream flowed through their fingers to mingle with their own wetness.

When we had both extracted the last of our semen and all breathing heavily, we settled back and focused on what we had just witnessed. Four sexy people all orgasming together.

"Fuck," whispered Lisa, loud enough for the others to hear, "I thought last night was pretty horny, but this was the most amazing thing I have ever seen."

John replied breathlessly, "Imagine thirty people all doing it, Lisa. And not on the internet, all in the same room."

"I can't wait."

Natasha had collected her breath enough to speak. "Okay boys, duty calls, you know what you have to do next, don't you?"

For a moment I was mystified, wondering what sexual deviation she was planning next, but when I saw John's head descend towards her groin I grinned and quickly followed suit with Lisa.

"Lick us clean boys and you might just get a thank you if you do it well!" laughed Natasha.

"Definitely," grinned Lisa as my tongue engaged with the wet mess in her pussy. I had no doubt as to what that reward was!

Together, John and I lapped away at our women's pussies, slowly building them up to another orgasm. Lisa told me later that she and Natasha couldn't keep their eyes off each other while our heads were buried between their legs. "I really fancy her Tom," she told me later when we were cuddled up in bed, "She reminds me of Margitte in Paris."

"It's time you did something about her," I remarked.

This time the girls didn't cum together, but one sparked off the other as they both screeched in delight. 

Exhausted, but hard as iron, I settled back on the sofa. Pointing my cock meaningfully at my fuck buddy. I looked at the screen, John's cock was already buried completely in Natasha's mouth. I don't know when he came but when I saw Natasha open her mouth to display a spunk laden tongue, and I promptly jetted my own contribution down Lisa's throat. She gulped and swallowed immediately.

Collecting myself, I sat back against the cushions and looked at Natasha. She was sat up cross-legged and grinning, she had obviously swallowed too. The atmosphere was so intimate that I almost felt as though I had fucked her myself. I shared this with her.

"Come over one weekend, both of you, and you can fuck me for real, Tom. And I can tell John can't wait to get his cock in your girlfriend's pussy. And my tongue too!" she quickly added.

"I want to lick your pussy too," said Lisa. She had finally declared her sexual desire to another woman. Even though it was over the ether, she was nearly there!

"Where have you gone?" asked Natasha suddenly, peering at their computer.

"What do you mean?"

"Your picture has gone blank."

The camera battery had run out!

"Fuck it! Sorry."

"Never mind Tom and Lisa, just make sure your own batteries are fully charged when we all get together. When we meet a new couple we like to fuck all night."

"You're on," I laughed.

We exchanged a few final pleasantries completely unrelated to the erotic play we had just enacted, and promised to keep in touch. I did eventually have the pleasure of inserting my cock into Natasha's delightfully tight cunt, but I was not then accompanied by Lisa. The pleasure of receiving John's ample member was enjoyed by an old flame who was broadminded enough to want to try foursome sex for the first time.




Christmas Stockings



June and Henry had been married for six years and it was going on seven now. June was sitting on the recliner thinking when Henry came into the living room. He watched her for several minutes and then said, "June, you are so deep in thought that I don't even think you knew what was going on around you. What are you thinking about that has you so thoughtful?"

"Henry, I have been trying to figure out what to get you for Christmas. We have just about everything that we could want. We go on vacations wherever we want no matter how remote or exclusive. I just can't figure out what I could get for you that would be personal and special?"

"June, I have an idea. We both go over to Literotica and read erotic stories there. In fact, I know that we both read BDSM and fetish stories so since we are on vacation from after Thanksgiving until New Years Day why don't we do this. The first person will have one week to decide what they want to do and then the next week we be theirs to dominate the other person. They would give a present each day on the second week to use however they wish. Then it would be the other person's turn. They would take one week to decide what to do and the following week they would give their gifts and dominate. What do you think?"

"Hmm, that sounds like a very interesting idea but I want some precautions taken. There would be no permanent damage, by which I mean no scars, tattoos or piercings. There would be no underage people involved in the play and no bathroom games. I think it might be a good idea to have safe words also."

"I would agree to that. In fact, I would insist upon the safe words since we aren't experienced in this and wouldn't want any unintentional damage." Reaching into his checkbook, he gave June his Visa card and said, "This is a new card. We will use this to get our 'presents'. Since the card has a two thousand dollar limit, half will be for you to use and half will be for me to use."

"I will need to do some research so that I know what I would want to get. I would want to make this special for the both of us. I am going to put the card on the computer desk. That way we will know where it is when we need it. I will keep a private list so that I know that I don't go over the thousand-dollar limit. I have so many ideas going through my head that I know that this will be a special holiday season. I do have a suggestion though that might make it easier for both of us. The next time we are reading stories at Literotica, why don't we send each other a copy of the links to three stories, which have elements in them that turn us on? When we send the link to the other person list one of two things in the story that turn you on. This will give us assurance that we are doing at least something that you will like."

"I like that suggestion as long as they aren't used verbatim but to trigger ideas on what might work. We would definitely want this to be enjoyable for both of us." The following day, June went to Literotica and pulled a couple of stories from her favorite authors and sent them with the lists that she had suggested. Then she went to some of the BDSM websites that she had found looking for ideas that she could use on Henry that would definitely turn him on and yet be safe. She was glad that she made the suggestion of the lists since there was so much out there and even though she wanted to fulfill some of her dome fantasies, she still wanted to make sure that some of his were filled also.

Henry also decided to send a couple of stories June's way with the list. There was so much written in the stories that he wanted to say, 'Do it exactly this way,' but knew that he would probably have more fun if he let June fill in the blanks with her own fantasies instead of dictating how he wanted everything. "I just hope that she goes far enough." Henry said to himself.

During the following week, many packages started to arrive. June's curiosity started to rise more and more. She knew that any one of these packages might be for her surprise week and although very curious she knew she would enjoy the time better if she waited for Henry to reveal the surprise in his own way. June and Henry both noticed that although their sex was still very vanilla that there was an excitement in the air and a lot of anticipation for what was to come.

The night before June's week was to start, Henry called her to him, "June, I need to make sure that you still want to go through with this experiment."

"Oh, yes, Henry, I still want to do this. It seems to me that we are both more excited than we have been in a long time and I am very curious as to what will happen."

"Okay, I just need to know your safe word then."

"Silly me, I thought I gave it to you already. My safe word is going to be 'Ruben'."

"I want to add one more word for the both of us. This word will allow you to slow things down if things get to be too much. That word is 'Yellow'. Since my time starts in the morning, I have some instructions for you to follow first thing. When you take your shower in the morning, I want you to make sure that you shave yourself entirely. I do not want to find any hair on your body except your head. After your shower, you will find your first present of the day on the bed. I want you to follow the instructions which are with the present exactly." Henry watched June as he gave his instructions and enjoyed seeing the bloom of a blush grow on her cheeks as she realized that she would have to shave her pussy. 

-- - - 

Since Henry always woke at least an hour before June got out of bed, he went through his plans while eating breakfast and thinking of alternative plans in case one scenario didn't pan out. He wanted this experiment to work and tried to think of all the things, which could happen. When he was done eating he went to his desk and finished writing the Christmas stocking card for June and got the small decorated box out of his desk drawer. He soon heard June moving around and when he knew that she was in the bathroom, he placed the box and the Christmas stocking card on the bed. He then decided to wait in the den while reading the newspaper. "Good," he thought, "looks like the week has just begun. Let's see how well she can behave."

June took a long leisurely bath in peach-scented bath oils, washed her hair until it was shining and took care of her other daily bathroom routine. At the same time she wondered if the next few weeks would really make a difference in their marriage. "Well, I'm going to do what I can to make things work. Anything would be better than the way things have been." She thought to herself as she went back into the bedroom. She was wondering what she should wear when she saw a small box and a Christmas stocking card. Smiling she opened the card and read the following:

June,

This Christmas stocking is just part of your present for the day. I want you to put on only what you find in the box, get your breakfast and then meet me in the den for your inspection. You will get the second half of your present later today. Hurry now, I expect you in the den in one hour.

Henry

Excitement started to bubble inside of June. It sounded like Henry was going to take this seriously and hopefully would make this fun. Opening the box, June found a black garter belt, a pair of black stockings with the crease in the back and four inch stilettos. June kept looking for more in the box but didn't find anything else so she got to work putting the items on and then trying to walk in the stilettos. When she thought that she could walk without breaking her neck, she went to have her breakfast. Knowing that she had to eat despite the butterflies, June made herself some poached eggs and toast and then went to find Henry.

Walking into the den, she saw him sitting in his chair reading the newspaper. She was just about to say something when Henry held his hand up as a symbol to stop. When he was finished reading the sentence he was working on, he put the newspaper down and looked at June. 

"Stand in the middle of the room with your feet shoulder-width apart. Place your hands behind your back and straighten your back. No need to talk during your inspection."

June quickly got into the position Henry mentioned and watched him get up and slowly walk over to her. She wanted desperately to ask what his plans were for the day but since he said there was no need to talk, she didn't. As Henry started to walk around her, June started to turn her body so she could continue to watch him. All of a sudden she felt a slap on her buttocks. "Did I say to turn around? Stand still."

He then slowly ran his fingers down her left arm and then back up again. Moving his hand across her shoulders, he then ran his fingers down her right arm and then back up. As he ran his fingers down her spine, June started to shiver. Henry got a very big smile on his face because he knew with that shiver that he was actually affecting her. He then went around towards the front of her and dragged his fingers the entire way. June's eyes were closed as he started the same routine on the front of her, running his hands down each arm. With small kisses, he started at her forehead then moved to her eyes and ears. When he got to her mouth, he barely touched his lips to hers as she leaned into him trying to get more. 

Henry chuckled but continued on his journey kissing and lightly biting her neck. When he got to her breasts, he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her firm 36D cups. He licked around the circumference of them slowly moving to the nipples. As he was feasting on her nipples, one hand was making its journey down her stomach. When he reached her groin, he felt her curls. He stopped his feasting and looked down. Realizing that although June had trimmed her curls, she didn't take them off as he told her too, he then grabbed the curls and pulled. June's eyes flew open and she was just about to say something when Henry reached around her and gave her ass one very hard slap.

"So, you thought I wouldn't notice that you didn't follow your instructions, didn't you?" Slightly pulling on her curls he moved to the end of the coffee table as June followed. He pulled out a wedge pillow and told June to lie down on it. He positioned June so that her bottom was at the edge of wedge and then got some rope from the drawer and tied each of her hands above her head to the table legs. When they were secure, he also tied each of her ankles to the legs of the table.

"I would suggest that you think about what your instructions were. I don't want to hear one word while I am gone." He then set up a baby monitor so that he could make sure that June was okay and followed his instructions then he left the room with the receiver.

Henry went into the kitchen and gathered up some towels, several bowls, hot water, and some safety razors, which he placed in the kitchen. He retrieved a blindfold and then went to the freezer and pulled out a straight razor. When he was ready to head back into the den, he wiped the smile off of his face and substituted it with a stern look. Upon entering the den he placed the items down where June couldn't see them and then walked in front of her, carrying the straight razor and the blindfold. June's eyes got very large when she saw the razor and very liquidy.

"Do you know why you are in trouble, June?"

"Because you didn't want me to have hair anywhere."

"I like the hair on your head, try again."

"Because you didn't want hair down there."

"Down there? You will have to speak more clearly. I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Because you didn't want hair on my private places."

Henry gave her a sharp slap on her behind and said, "June, I am your husband and master. You do not have any private places. If you don't start to speak plainly, I will turn you over and give you a good spanking. Now why are you in trouble."

June sniffled and then took a deep breath. She started to blush and said, "Because you wanted my pussy free of any hair."

"Well you finally got around to admitting it. I am going to blindfold you now. I was going to use a safety razor to clean up this mess but since you were so obstinate I am going to use the straight razor. I suggest that you lie still."

June whimpered a bit when he placed the blindfold on her but tried to stay as still as she could. She winced when Henry put a hot, wet towel on her groin area to help soften the hair there. When he thought it softened enough, he took the towel off, started rubbing shaving cream all over her delightfully puffy pussy and then took the straight razor and placed it against her inner thigh.

"I am getting ready to start. Since I haven't used one of these for a while I would suggest that you stay still."

June whimpered some more and then said, "I'll try to stay still, sir. Please don't cut me."

He, then, slowly and carefully started to shave her with the safety razor. He wanted her to feel the razor moving over every inch of her puffy labia. As he moved from one area to another he paused long enough to tickle the insides of her thighs or blow his breath softly against her nether regions. When the outside of her pussy was cleaned up he started on the few hairs left on the inner side of her pussy lips, gently pulling the apart and making sure to bump her clitoris every once in a while. He wiped the area cleaned then started to loosen the ropes just enough to reposition her legs.

"Just a little bit more and then we will almost be done." 

Henry then made sure that June's bottom cheeks were opened and that the little hair that was there were also removed. Taking a wet towel, he then washed the entire area free of any leftover shaving cream and loose hair.

"Such a good little girl." As Henry was leaving the den to clean up, he noticed that June was trying to get up. "Not yet, I'm not finished yet. Just a little breather, be a good girl and lie still."

Henry made sure to turn on some soft music before he returned to the den bringing some baby oil along with him. He watched for a little while as June squirmed around trying to figure out a way to get loose from the coffee table. He loved seeing her tits bouncing and the strain in her face while she tried to loosen herself. When Henry saw her body soften onto the coffee table again, he softly moved between her legs. Warming the oil in his hands, he started to rub the oil on her feet and then moved up each of her legs rubbing the oil in small circles. He noticed that the back of her knees were very sensitive and tucked the information away for later. When he was done doing her legs he moved to her stomach and then up to her breasts continuing with the circular motions the entire journey. June was moaning very loudly by the time he reached her breasts and by the time Henry got to her nipples, she started to bite her lower lips in an effort not to beg him to start licking and sucking on them.

Noticing the effort that June was using trying not to say a word, Henry smiled and then lightly flicked his tongue over her tight nipples just enough to give her a taste of the pleasure that she could have. He, then, went back to his very gentle massage until she started to lift her hips in an invitation that was hard for him to turn down. Deciding that it was time to give her a little more, he went back to her breasts and sucked, licked and bit one while pulling and pinching the other one. He continued that until she was now begging for more and then he switched breasts. 

As much fun as he was having driving June to distraction, he decided that it was time to move onto the main course and kissed his way down to her very wet and very puffy treasure. He licked the outer lips and then started to suck on them. After another fifteen minutes, Henry moved to the inside lips licking up one side and down the other without touching her clit.

June could no longer keep quiet and was constantly moaning. "Henry, please I want more. More, please. Oh, God, please I want more."

Henry was very pleased because June had never begged for anything before and was pleased to his toes that he could get her to beg now. After a few more minutes, he decided it was time to include her pleasure button into the game. The minute that he touched her clit with his tongue, June started to come. He had fun drinking the fruits of his labor and when she was just about ready to slow down, he started to circle her clit with his tongue and she would start to come again. He did this two times and then let June rest as she was coming so hard she could no longer move.

Untying her from the coffee table, Henry left June to nap for a bit while he cleaned up the area and got his plans together for the evening. He just knew that while everything was new to her that June would eventually love the activities that he had planned.

"June," Henry said gently shaking her awake, "it is time for lunch. Let's go eat some sandwiches and you can plan what we are going to have for dinner." With that said, he pulled her into a standing position and slowly walked her into the kitchen.

"I want you to plan something for dinner that would feed at least four people, won't take a lot of attention and will be ready by six. You will need at least thirty minutes to get cleaned up and ready so I think you should count that into your calculations. The second half of your Christmas stocking present will be yours before dinner."

Watching June smile after lunch, Henry put a transparent apron on June and told her to start getting things ready for a nice dinner. When it looked like a million questions were building up inside of her, Henry just pulled her over to him and started kissing her and let his hands roam over her beautiful body. When he stopped, she couldn't remember what she was going to ask and with a befuddled look went about the business of dinner. While she was busy, Henry made sure that everything was ready for part two of his Christmas stocking surprise, making sure to travel by June every once in a while giving her kisses or feeling her sexy bottom or letting his hands stray to the front of her apron to graze over her nipples. 

"It's 5:00 and you need to get ready for tonight. I will keep an eye on things here. Go take a bubble bath, make sure that you are as cleaned as possible. I want you to find me down here before 6:00 when our guest should be arriving." Seeing June's questioning look, he added, "No questions. You better hurry." He then gave her a small tap on the bottom and watched her scurry off.

While June was taking her bath, she reviewed in her mind everything that had happened so far and realized how much she enjoyed everything that has happened. "I just hope that this continues to be the case," she thought to herself. As she was washing her pussy, she realized how sensitive it now felt to the warmth of the water and how slick it felt with the bath soap. Just as she was getting into running her fingers through her pussy lips, she heard Henry in the bedroom walking around.

"June, you are wasting time in there that you will need to get ready for tonight. If I have to warn you again a spanking will be in your future." With that Henry left the second part of her surprise on the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

June hurried to finish in the bath so that she wouldn't be trouble. Upon entering the bedroom she noticed a box with a Christmas stockings on it. On top of the box was an envelope. She started giggling to herself as she reached the envelope and pulled out the following letter:

This is the second part of your Christmas stocking. You are to put on only what is in the box. Your name for tonight is Frenchie and you are to follow my instructions to the letter. Your second instruction is you are to call me Sir or Milord only tonight. As I mentioned to you before we have a guest due to arrive at six and your second instruction is that you will behave in the manner of your dress with the manners becoming your station. 




Christmas Stockings



Sir

"My station? What does that mean? Oh well, I better open the box and see what I am going to wear."

As she opened the box, the first thing that she saw was a gold and silver corset. Underneath that was a shirt flared skirt and then a pair of sandals that had six-inch heels and ties that went all the way up to her knees.

"Gee, I don't know if I even know how to wear these things. I never wore a corset before and how does anyone stand in such sandals." June sat down on the edge of the bed trying to figure out the best way to get dressed. She put the sandals on first since she knew how they were supposed to fit. While she was doing that she decided that she would just have to call Henry and ask for help with the corset since she had never worn one before.

After she got the sandals on and figured out her balance in them, she walked over to the bedroom door and called down the stairs.

"Henry. HENRY. I need help. I don't . . ."

Just then, Henry was at the bottom of the stairs. "What did you just call me? Why are you yelling in my house?"

"Um, I called you because I needed help with the present. I didn't mean to yell."

Henry finished coming up the stairs, took her by the arm and led June back into the bedroom. He picked up the letter and said, "READ this aloud."

June read the letter while Henry retrieved something from the dresser drawer. 

"Now since everything was spelled out clearly, tell me why I am upset."

"I . . . forgot . . . to . . . call . . . you . . . sir . . . or . . . milord."

"That's correct. Lean over and put your arms and forehead on the bed. We will get your punishment done first and then deal with your so pressing needs."

June was starting to get very worried but she did as instructed and moved to the bed and placed her arms and forehead on the bed.

"Well at least we know you can follow instructions when you want to."

With that said, Henry reached out and let his hands slide over her luscious bottom. "You need to spread your legs shoulder width apart." When her legs were in position, he moved his fingers from her bottom to her pussy sliding his fingers several times in her moist slit.

Just as she was pushing her ass back in an effort to get more attention, Henry stepped back and started to spank her with his hand. After several minutes he stopped and looked to see how June was holding up. He again let his fingers feel her bottom and then slide his fingers in her very wet crevice. 

"Now that you are warmed up, I can commence with your punishment. You will receive ten swats with the hairbrush."

With that said he took the hairbrush that he took from the dresser drawer and started to give her ten swats. When he was done her ass was a nice shade of red and tears were starting to drip down her cheeks. Henry went and got a couple of wet cloths and used one to cool down her bottom and the other to wipe the tears from her face.

"Your punishment is over. I hope you have learned your lesson well."

"Yes, milord, I have learned this lesson well. I apologize for being so disrespectful."

"You are forgiven, Frenchie. Now finish getting ready. Company will be coming soon."

"Milord, could you please help me with my present. I have never worn a corset before and I don't think I can put this on by myself? Please could you help me?"

"Because of the shortness of the time and because you asked so nicely, I will assist you in dressing you."

After June zipped up the corset she turned so that Henry could tighten the ties. Henry had June pull in her stomach while he laced the corset making sure to touch all parts of her back, shoulders and buttocks lightly with his fingers as he did the lacing. When she was all laced in, he had her bend over to check her bottom. "Yes, definitely a nice color and look how wet this pussy is." He rubbed his fingers through her slick lips for a few minutes and then told her to stand straight. He placed his fingers on her lips and when June slightly opened her lips, he slid them in. June sucked on them like they were mini-cocks until Henry withdrew his fingers.

"Finish dressing now. I expect to see you downstairs in five minutes." With that said, Henry turned and went downstairs to wait. He wanted to watch June coming down the steps knowing that her pussy would be showing and hopefully her juices would be seen on her thighs. He definitely wasn't disappointed when he saw the view she gave.

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

"Frenchie, answer the door and then make sure you offer our guest some refreshment. I am sure that she will be thirsty."

"Yes milord."

June went to open the door and was very surprised to see her sister, Dot, standing there. Her face went bright red as she asked her to enter and then offered something to drink. While she was out of the room getting some wine for Henry and Dot to drink, Henry decided to have a short talk with Dot.

"Remember, you are here to help me tonight. I expect you to follow my instructions and only my instructions. Anything else and you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"I know that you want me to follow your instructions and not take the lead tonight but I sure think that it would be fun to do the leading instead of the following."

"If you don't think you can do this, you can leave now. If you are still here when your drink arrives, you will be under the same rules as Frenchie." With that said, Henry stood up and went to assist Frenchie with the wine. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw June bent over the ice cube tray and he couldn't help but enjoy the view. Walking quietly up to her, he reached over and tapped on the inside of her thighs. When she widened her stance, he reached between them and started to tease her clit until she was rocking back to meet each thrust. As she got closer to an orgasm, Henry stopped and told her to finish getting the drinks.

Dot was still there when they walked back into the living room and Henry noticed that she had taken her bra off and placed it on the coffee table.

"Dinner will be on the table in ten minutes, milord. I will be right back to escort you in." Frenchie said as she left the room, her eyes blazing with heat. Frenchie wasn't sure if she was angry at seeing her sister's bra on the table or if she was even more aroused by it. Feeling so off balanced, she decided to retreat to the kitchen to gather herself before she made a major blunder.

Henry sat there and watched Dot drinking her wine. When she put it down, he said, "You made a good start by taking off your bra but I want you to open the top three buttons on your shirt." He then gave her several strips of double-sided tape and told her to tape the shirt lapels open so that his view would be unobstructed. When she had that done, he guided her into the dining room.

"Frenchie, you have too many place settings here. Remove the extra one and put those dishes away."

"Milord? I have set the table for three and there are three of us. I do not . . ."

"Do as instructed and not talking back."

"Yes milord."

Henry then served Dot some of the pot roast that June had made. He made his plate double sized and indicated for Dot to start eating. "Come here, Frenchie," he said patting is lap.

Frenchie sat down on his lap and felt Henry pants start to bulge. After every two bites of his food, Henry made sure to feed Frenchie a bite of food. Each time she opened her mouth for the food, he slipped his hands up her legs so that he could feel how puffy her pussy was. 

"Henry, could you pass the bread and butter for me?" Dot inquired.

"Frenchie, hand the bread and butter to Dot."

She got up and got he bread and butter from the kitchen. While she was gone, Henry decided to up the game a bit.

"Here you are, Dot." She said handing the objects to her.

"It would be a lot more polite if you bent over to hand her the bread, Frenchie"

As she bent over to hand the bread to Dot, she felt Henry tap on her inner legs. She widened her stance and then felt Henry sliding his fingers into her canal. She closed her eyes to try and gather herself together when Dot reached up and lowered Frenchie's corset so that her breasts were hanging out.

"Open your mouth, Frenchie," Dot said. When Frenchie's mouth was opened, Dot took some of her potatoes and fed them to her. While she was feeding Frenchie, Dot ran her nails down each of Frenchie's breasts and then pulled lightly on her nipples. "Henry, you should see the view from this side."

Frenchie was pushing her bottom backwards to try and get more of Henry's fingers inside of her and trying not to move her top because each time she did the pull of her nipples sent small shockwaves straight to her pussy. It didn't take long before Henry told her to sit on his lap again. Before she sat down on his lap this time, he tucked the skirt up into the waistband making sure that when she sat it would be directly onto his pants.

"Go ahead and eat, Frenchie," he said. As she took small bites, he pulled up her skirt in the front and did the same treatment to it as he had done in the back. 

"Put your legs on the outer side of mine, Frenchie and keep them that way." As she took small bites of food, she opened her legs and could feel the cold air hitting the juice, which had dripped on her legs. Henry started to play with her breasts and noticing that Dot was finished eating he motioned for her to move closer. As Dot got closer to Frenchie, she heard Henry say, "Kneel in front and have your desert now, Dot."

"Hmmm." She thought. "I never thought that this would be part of the play." She was about to move back when she felt Henry's hand on her head and very calmly rubbing her hair. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," she thought again and then she stuck out he tongue and started to lick Frenchie's outer lips and thighs.

June could no longer concentrate on eating and put her fork down. Her moans started getting louder and although she was very embarrassed by her sister licking her, she decided that she didn't want to stop her from licking and sucking on her pussy and clitoris. She was very close to the edge of her orgasm when Henry started to suck on her nipples. 

"That's a good girl, Frenchie. Let your cream flow so that Dot can have her desert. Let her know how delicious you taste." After a few minutes of this play, she heard, "My horny maid, come NOW."

As soon as Frenchie was finished coming, Henry pulled her back away from Dot and gave her a very decisive and slightly forceful kiss. "Now my beauties, it is time to clean this food off the table. I want you to both hurry and get this done. Meet me in the den in ten minutes."

Dot and June looked at each other for a few seconds and then gathered the dishes and food together and cleaned the table. As soon as they had the food put away and dished in the dishwasher they went to the den to see what Henry was up to.

"Milord," Frenchie said. "We are finished with the dinner cleanup what is it that we can do for you."

"It seems to me that Dot has had her desert and that Frenchie has had a modicum of fun but it is time that you take care of your main duty which is me."

As soon as Henry finished talking, Dot walked over to him and started to slowly take off his jacket. When she had the jacket off, Frenchie, started to unbutton his shirt. Frenchie would then kiss each area that was uncovered, as she loved the taste of his skin. Dot decided to start at the bottom and untied Henry's shoes, which she took off along with his socks. When the socks were off, Dot took some cream and started to massage the cream onto his feet making sure to slowly rub the cream between each of his toes. Before long the girls had divested Henry of all of his clothing and then looked up at Henry for his instructions as to what he wanted to happen next.

"Dot lay down on the fainting couch and open your legs wide so that Frenchie can get her desert. Frenchie kneel in front of Dot and find your cream."

"Yes Milord"

Frenchie started to lick on Dot's inner thighs and then moved to her pubis. As she slowly inched her way to Dot's inner lips, she felt Henry moving behind her. Soon she felt him licking her inner lips. With the extra sensations, Frenchie dived into Dot's pussy letting her tongue travel her canal looking for her cream. Deciding that she wasn't getting enough cream that way, she decided to move towards Dot's clit just as Henry stood behind her and started to enter her. With each of Henry's thrusts, Frenchie renewed her attack on Dot. Soon Dot was giving up her cream, which triggered Frenchie's orgasm. Henry rode out both of their orgasms and when Dot started to come the second time they all joined her.

As soon as they could collect themselves, Dot decided to call it a night. Asking Henry to show her to the door, she said, "Henry, I had a lot of fun but I think I would rather have a chance to be in charge instead of being on the bottom. I can just see you following my orders and getting even more excited than I have been tonight."

"Food for thought. I doubt that would ever happen but nice to have on the back burner. Have a good vacation, Dot."

Turning around after Dot left, Henry saw June watching him. "Come Frenchie. Let's close the house up and finish this night in bed." . . . . 

The next morning when Henry got up, he decided to let June sleep late and went to check to make sure that his next Christmas stocking present was put together. It was around 10:00 when he went to wake up June. While she was taking a bath, he left his next Christmas stocking on the bed.

June entered the bedroom wearing her robe after her bath when she noticed a bright red Christmas stocking on her bed with a large silver bow attached to it. As she got closer, she also noticed a not was attached to the ribbon.

June,

I thought we would take it easy today and go for a long walk on the beach. Wear a nice skirt and blouse and the contents of this stocking. Wear you black thong and running shoes.

Henry

June was very excited. She couldn't think what Henry put in the stocking but decided to pick out her clothing before she looked inside. After putting on a sweater and skirt and thong, she looked inside the stocking and pulled out a long box, which had been inside. Opening the box she noticed that it had two objects inside of it. She decided to go downstairs and ask Henry for help since she had no idea what he wanted her to do with the funny-shaped dildo.

She found Henry once again in the den and said, "Henry, I was wondering if you could help me with the presents you gave me in the stocking. I am not sure what to do with the one."

Henry looked over at June holding the remote control egg and the remote control butt-plug. He started to smile because she was standing there holding them with her fingertips as if she thought they would bite her. 

Getting up he said, "Bend over and hold on to the seat of the chair.' He walked over behind her and raised her skirt so that he could see her lovely ass and then slowly started to pull her thong down to her knees. "What a beautiful sight, June. You are starting to leak already and nothing has even been done yet." He then took the bullet and started to rub it against her clit so that she would cream even more. When her hips were moving in time to the bullet he pushed it into her pussy making sure that it was seated correctly.

"Stand here for a few minutes. I will be right back," he said. As he walked to the kitchen he turned the egg on slow and allowed her to enjoy the sensations.

June didn't even notice when he returned as her eyes were closed and her hips were rocking back and forth. "Such a lovely sight, little one. Stand still now." Henry said as he turned the egg off. He opened the oil, which he brought from the kitchen and started to rub it on her lovely little rosebud. When she started to loosen up, he pushed one of his oily fingers into it. June started to tense up but Henry just held his finger inside of her and turned the egg back on. It didn't take long for June to get lost in the sensations again and started to buck backwards taking more of Henry's finger. Henry then took his finger out, re-oiled it and then took two fingers and started to push them into her ass. June was so excited that she started to ask for more. That was exactly what Henry was listening for and he removed his fingers again and placed the oiled butt plug at the entrance of her dark canal June was bucking so frequently that she didn't notice until the butt plug was almost inside of her that it wasn't Henry's fingers. She stopped moving and went stock-still but Henry picked up the movement and within minutes the butt plug was seated inside of June. Henry then turned off the egg, reached down and picked up a warm wet towel and wiped the oil from June's luscious ass. When her ass was free of oil, he gave her a couple of light taps telling her to finish getting dressed.

"It's time to go, little one." Henry grabbed a couple of blankets and then walked to the door. June was so close to coming that it took her a couple of seconds to realize that Henry was walking towards the door. As she started to walk towards the door, she noticed how full she felt and how her ass was now feeling a little uncomfortable. Soon she adjusted the way she walked and didn't notice the fullness anymore. As she was sitting down in the car, the butt plug pushed itself deeper inside of her and she gasped. She finally found a comfortable position to sit and was very grateful that the beach was only a short ride away from the house.

When Henry parked the car at the beach, he took June's arm and they started walking down the boardwalk. Even though it was December there were still stores open and people walking on the boardwalk. June and Henry talked about so many little things that June actually forgot about being plugged and just enjoyed the experience. Soon it was lunchtime and Henry guided June to a small restaurant, which they passed in one of their trips down the boardwalk. When the waitress came to get their order, Henry turned on both the egg and the butt plug on the medium-high setting. While June was trying to catch her breath, Henry ordered for both of them. After the drinks were placed in front of them and the waitress left, he turned them off and watched June slowly loosen her hands from the table and gather her wits back together.

June was very embarrassed and it made her a little angry. She was about to say something to Henry about it when she felt his hands traveling up her leg and under her skirt. Her face turned bright red but when Henry touched the gusset of her thong and felt how wet it was she realized how turned on she was. As Henry saw that June was slowly realizing how horny she was, he leaned over and gave her a very thorough kiss while rubbing the gusset of her panties the entire time. He played with her every now and again while they were in the restaurant and noticed that June just couldn't seem to sit still. 

After their lunch, Henry picked up a gourmet picnic lunch basket and then guided June back to the car to pick up the extra blankets, which he had brought with him. He then took June's arm and led her to the beach for a long walk. They walked a few miles down the beach where there were coves with lots of sandy beach but view of only the ocean. Henry decided to sit on the beach and watch June play in the surf for a while. June was having so much fun that she forgot about the egg and plug that she was wearing until she felt both of them start vibrating faster than they had vibrated before. Henry turned them off when he noticed that he had June's full attention and waved her over to him. 

June then sat down on the blankets with Henry and they started to sample the basket of food. 

"Take off your skirt."

June slowly started to unbutton her skirt while trying to get a good look at the area to make sure that no one could see her. When Henry noticed her looking around, he turned the egg on the highest level, pulled her down onto his lap and pulled the skirt up around her waist. He then gave her 10 hard swats on her bottom. June squirmed around trying to avoid the swats but ended up so horny that she started begging Henry to let her come. 




Christmas Stockings



Turning off the egg, Henry said, "Next time trust me. Now take off your skirt and sweater and hurry it up."

June was out of her skirt and sweater in moments and then knelt on the blanket as her bottom was very hot and she didn't want to accidentally sit in the sand instead of the blanket.

"Widen your knees." June did so as fast as she could and then Henry turned the butt plug on a medium setting and the egg on low. "Now show me how you please that hot little pussy of mine but don't come until I do."

June then opened her pussy and started to slide her fingers between her lower lips. She was so very horny that she moved her fingers back and forth as fast as she could. The faster that June played with her pussy the lower Henry set the vibrations on the egg and plug. He let her play with her pussy and every once in a while would feed her another morsel of food from their picnic basket. 

"Get on your hands and knees like a good little girl."

As soon as she was in position, Henry walked behind her and took the egg out of her pussy. He walked it to the front and said, "Open up." When her lips widened, he pushed the egg into her mouth and said, "Keep it there. Taste how good you are to me."

June had never tasted her juices before but found them quite pleasant. Henry turned the egg back on while he was walking around her. When he was once again behind her, he lined himself up and in one thrust hit her womb with his cock. Leaning over her, he started to play with her nipples. He knew that he was almost ready to come so he turned both vibrators on high. With no other thought then that he had to come, Henry thrust as hard and as fast as he could. It was only a few minutes longer and Henry started coming and June joined him. They both lay down on the blanket until Henry could catch him breath. As soon as he did, he turned off the vibrators for June. He rubbed her back until she finally stopped coming. Shortly afterward, they packed up the rest of the food and blankets and headed back to the car. June was so tired by the time that they got home that as soon as Henry removed the butt plug, she fell into a deep sleep.

. . . .

Getting up the next morning, she noticed a stocking hanging on the bathroom door. She looked inside and noticed an envelope.

June,

A limo will be at the door at 9:00 to take you for several appointments, which I have made for you. The limo will pick and deliver you to all appointments and then home again. Follow all instructions given to you and I expect to receive a good report from all involved. 

Henry

Not knowing what to expect made June very nervous and yet there was a definite excitement for Henry to come up with such a surprise. She dressed in a pantsuit since clothes were not mentioned and was waiting at the door when the limo driver came to the door and directed her to sit in the back. June was very excited sitting in a limousine since this was a luxury that she had never experienced. She was so involved in her thoughts that she paid no attention to how long she had been riding when the car stopped and the driver got out and opened her door. He led her to the door of a beauty salon, handed the receptionist an envelope a card and then told June that he would be back before she was done and left.

The receptionist opened the envelope and read the instructions and then took June to the stylist. June was about to tell the lady how she liked her hair done when the stylist said, "My name is Barb and I have instructions here on what to do. Just relax and enjoy." June was a little anxious about not having a say in what was going to be done but decided that she could always get it changed later so she tried to relax. 

Barb took June to the first station where she proceeded to section her hair and give her a short sassy hair cut and then separated her hair and put a colorant on it. When it was time, she took June to a private washing station, which was walled away from the rest of the salon, and while washing out the colorant she massaged June's neck and shoulders. June was so relaxed when Barb was done with the massage and washing her hair that she just lay in the chair enjoying Barb's touches along her neck. She was getting ready to go back to the station when Barb said, "I was instructed to give you this envelope." 

June sat up and looked at the envelope and noticed that it had a lot of Christmas stocking decorating it. She opened it and read, "You are to give Barb her tip when she gives you this envelope. The better the tip you give her the better your appointment will go. If I were you, I would give her whatever she wanted. Milord."

Her eyes got very wide and then she looked at Barb. "Do you know what this envelope says?" 

"Yes, I just want to know if you want the best treatment of the second best treatment. The type of tip I want will differ on which type of treatment you want."

"I don't want to disappoint either you or Milord so I will take your best treatment. If you would be so kind as to tell me what you want for your tip, I would appreciate it."

Barb went over and locked the door of the room and then told June to kneel on the floor. Barb then took off her skirt and panties and sat on the chair that June had just vacated. "I expect you to make my pussy sing. I expect at least two orgasms. It would be best if you hurry up about it too."

June crawled over to Barb and started to lick her inner thighs and smelled Barb's juices starting to flow. She quickly started to suck on her outer lips with her tongue taking small dips into her channel. When Barb's juices started to flow faster, June moved to the inside lips and with the flat of her tongue licked her from back to front. After a few more minutes she heard Barb softly moaning and then moved to her clit and started to suck on it. The minute she touched Barb's clit, Barb started to come. While Barb was still coming, June circled the clit under her tongue and then started to suck on it again. She quickly brought Barb to a second and third climax. She was going to bring her to a fourth climax but Barb pushed her head away. "Wow that was great. I have never come that fast of that often is such a short time. Let me clean up and get dressed and I will go get things ready for the rest of your appointment. Just rest in the chair but no touching your puffy pussy." She then gave June a washcloth and a glass of water and then left the room. 

June spent the next few hours getting a full body massage and then several people entered the room with different items of clothing. After several fittings, Barb collected her and finished her hair, gave her a manicure and a pedicure and then took her back to the room. "You are to put on the items in the bags. When you are finished dressing, your driver will be here to take you home or wherever he is supposed to take you."

Barb noticed the one of the items was a corset and offered to assist June in getting it on. June noticed that Barb tightened it a little tighter than Henry had tightened her previous corset but was thrilled when she noticed that she now had a true hour-glass figure. She then finished getting dressed with the new items: satin wrap-around dress, hose and five inch stilettos. 

The limo driver was standing by the door as June walked sensuously towards the front of the building. His eyes widened and a large smile started on his face as he saw her approach. "If you are ready, your chariot awaits," he said. "It will definitely be my pleasure to take you to your next stop. It will take a short while so just get comfortable."

Without paying attention to anything but her feelings and the middle eastern music playing on the cd player, June soon settled into the back of the limousine and her mind started to drift back to her experiences at the salon. She propped her legs up on the seat in front of her and seemed oblivious of the dress sliding toward her hips. June closed her eyes and allowed her hands to drift down the front of her dress and softly rub against her sensitive nipples. She didn't notice that the driver was watching her in the rear-view mirror as she continued to move her hands down to her legs. As her legs fell open, the driver noticed that she had not panties on. He turned the limo off of the main road and towards an isolated picnic area. 

Although June noticed that the car was not moving as fast as before, she paid no attention to her surroundings and moved her fingers to her crotch and started to slide one, then two fingers into her very juicy canal. She thrust the two fingers into her cunt and took another finger and started to play with her clit. As she fucked herself with her fingers on one hand the other hand was pulling her breasts out of her dress and then pulling on her nipples. It only too a few minutes to bring herself to a very large climax. She enjoyed the sensations of such a powerful orgasm but started to realize that she was in a car and started to straighten her attire. When she looked up the driver was paying attention to the road and she sighed thinking that she just got away with some very inappropriate behavior. A few more miles down the road, the driver turned into the picnic area and then opened the door for June to get out and enjoy the view. He took a gourmet picnic basket from the car and then set the table so that June could eat. 

Looking at him, June asked him to join her while she ate since there was so much food. When they were done, June looked at the driver and said, "I just realized that I don't even know your name. You have been so polite that I feel that I have taken advantage of you and I don't even have a tip to give you for the wonderful service you have given me."

"My name is Mike and you have just given me the best tip that I have ever received." June turned bright red and stammered a bit, then said, "I am sorry that I got carried away. I have never done anything like that before."

"Do not apologize. Seeing a beautiful woman in the throes of such enjoyment is a pleasure for any man to see. You have given me something to relive for many years and before you start to worry, I will say nothing to anyone about what happened. Besides, who would believe that a goddess entered my car and exhibited such uninhibited delight? When you are finished eating, I am instructed to give you another short ride and then I will take you home. The entire day has already been paid for so I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed your tip."

They packed up the luncheon and then Mike took June for a ride around the countryside so that she could see the mountains on one side, the ocean on the other and at times some of the wineries that dotted the land. After about an hour of driving, Mike stopped the car at a winery and as he walked June to the door he gave her the ticket for an exclusive tour. She had always wanted to see how wine was made and her happiness showed in her smiling eyes. When the tour was over she was given three different wines and then Mike drove her back to her house. When he parked the car, he helped her carry the picnic basket into the front room and then gave her another envelope with Christmas stockings on it and left.

Opening the envelope, June read:

June,

I hope that you enjoyed today's activities so far. Your dinner is in the oven. After you are finished eating and cleaning up, I want you to take off your dress, fold it and place it on the front table. When you have this accomplished, you are to turn on the television and then kneel on the pillow, which is placed in front of it.

Henry

June hurried to the kitchen and ate the dinner that was provided for her. After dinner she followed the rest of the instructions and was very embarrassed when she turned the television on and there showing on the screen was a video of her taking care of Barb. She was so involved with the action on the screen that she didn't notice that Henry had come into the room. Henry walked behind her, pulled her breasts out of her corset and started to milk them in time to June's licking Barb. Every once in a while he would pinch her nipples. 

"Get down on all fours but keep watching the screen," he said to her. June quickly got into position and with one hard thrust he entered her fully. His thrusts were just what June had been aching for all day.

"God, that feel so good," she moaned and her head started to fall.

Henry took a hold of her hair and held her head so that she had to see what was happening on the screen. He kept his thrusts as hard as he could and when Barb had her third orgasm he felt his orgasm start at his toes and work its way very quickly to his balls. "Come with me now or you won't get a chance to come for the rest of the night," he ordered. It seemed to June that they would never stop coming but finally she collapsed onto the pillow. 

Henry noticed that June was all wiped out and took off her corset, shoes and stockings. He left her sleep on the floor until he cleaned everything up, putting the food from the basket away and taking the video from the machine and putting it on his desk. When he returned to the living room, June was still asleep so he picked her up and carried her to bed.

. . . . 

The first thing June saw when she got up the next morning was another Christmas stocking note.

It said:

You were wore out yesterday and mentioned that you need to make sure that the house is cleaned up. I will be out of the house all morning, so I want you to make sure that the house is cleaned up to your satisfaction. When you are finished eating lunch and cleaning the house, I would suggest that you make sure that you take a nap. You never know what will happen next.

June sighed a big sigh of relief because she had been worried about the maintenance of the house. She liked taking care of it herself and not having a maid but if she didn't take time every couple of days to do a thorough cleaning she would go crazy. She was so used to walking around half-naked so after a quick shower she set about cleaning the house. She had a light lunch and then finished cleaning the areas that she felt needed it most. Around 3:00 she headed back to the bedroom and took another shower. When she re-entered the bedroom she noticed a large Christmas stocking hanging on the bedpost. Reaching inside of it, she pulled out a satin bed mask and then several leather restraints. Pinned on the mask was a short note for her to wear and enjoy her nap. After putting on a silk teddy, she put the sleeping mask on and slowly drifted off towards sleep.

Henry had watched her working so hard all day and was pleased when he saw her lying on the bed with the mask on. He tied some rope to each of the bedposts and then put the leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. June had slept through Henry's maneuvering so he started to attached the restraints which he had placed on her wrists and ankles to the ropes. When she was secured, he then took a pair of surgical scissors and started to cut both side of her teddy away from her. He also snipped the straps at the shoulders and watched the teddy fall to either side of her allowing him full view of her glorious skin. He noticed that June's breathing was now shallower than it had been when he started so he backed off and let her drift a little longer. He walked over to the closet and pulled out the items he planned to use and then went downstairs to get some of the stew, which he had delivered to the house. Grabbing some tea and some fruit for desert, he headed back to the bedroom. 

June had been having a very sexy dream when she started to feel chilled. Thinking that her dreamed turned to something scary, she tried to wake herself up. Then she smelled something very delicious and realized that she was very hungry. She tried to get up and realized that her hands were pulled above her head and that her legs seemed to be held apart in some manner. She started trying to squirm her way out of bed but it didn't take long for her to come to the conclusion that she couldn't move anywhere.

Henry picked up an ostrich feather and let it softly touch June's breast and then pulled it away. The next touch that he allowed was to her stomach. He had to stifle a giggle when he saw June lift her hips in an effort to keep her body in touch with the feather. He was having so much fun that he randomly picked several more areas to touch with the feather and wasn't surprised at all when she started to laugh. Putting the feather down, he decided that he needed to try another one of his little toys to play on her so he took a nail file and started to barely skim the area around her tits. He watched June try to pull her body away from the file as her nipples started to enlarge.

Since her legs were wide open he took his fingers and ran his fingers once up and down her crack. He was very pleased with the wetness that he found but decided that he could get her even wetter.

When Henry heard June's belly start to rumble, he sat down next to her and ate some of his beef stew. He then took a fork and put some beef on it. On the way to June's mouth some of the gravy dropped off of the fork. June gasped and Henry took that moment to put the fork in her mouth. As she was eating the meat, Henry started to lick the gravy off her stomach. He alternated taking a couple of bites of food for himself and the feeding her some of hers. If he didn't drop some of the gravy on her, he would pinch her nipples or squeeze her boobs. If he did have a slight spill on her he took his time licking the food off of her. It didn't take long for June to start moaning and pushing her hips or breasts up to Henry for him to take care of. Henry gave her some juice to drink from a straw after she was done eating He placed a butterfly vibrator on her and then left her lying on the bed while he removed the food. 

Upon entering the room Henry watched June for a while and listened to her moan. When he was ready he turned the butterfly on the lowest setting and then sat down next to her with a tray of sauces beside of him. June felt the bed dip and started asking Henry to make love to her.

"It sounds like someone else wants to be in charge but that is so not happening. Just relax and enjoy." 

He, then, took some of the chocolate sauce and painted circles around her breasts so that she looked like she had two targets on her. He painted some strawberry sauce on her nipples. After he finished painting her nipples, Henry took a strawberry dipped it in chocolate and fed it to June. Mmmm.

While June enjoyed the strawberries, Henry took some caramel sauce and painted some triangles on her stomach and filled them with some white chocolate sauce. His last part of his artistic spree was to paint honey on her pubic area and to drip some down her slit. Stepping back to evaluate his work, Henry decided that he just had to save it for posterity so he took out his digital camera and took several pictures of her in all her art. Henry then had fun licking the different sauces off of her spending extra time on her breasts, nipples and then her very juicy and honey covered pussy. June started to beg, "Please, oh, please fuck me." She repeated this phrase several times but Henry kept her on edge until all the sauce was off of her. When he finally decided to take her and fulfill her wish the mating was filled with hard thrusts and lots of moans, groans and climaxes. They were both totally wore out after that play that the fell asleep right after Henry removed the restraints, ropes and turned out the lights. 

. . . . 

It was around ten when June woke up the next morning. She hurriedly stripped down the bed and then took a long hot bath. When she looked into the bathroom mirror, she saw pictures of a lady with a blindfold on, paint on her and in the throes of an orgasm. She started blushing when she realized that she was the lady in the pictures and how turned on she became looking at them. She found a sweater and a very short skirt when she returned to the bedroom. After remaking the bed she put the items on and then noticed that she the sweater didn't go all the way to her waist as she was used to but stopped right under her breasts. The skirt had a flared skirt but she noticed that if she didn't move correctly that she would show her treasures to the world. She put her hair up in a ponytail and then went downstairs to eat. After eating, she walked into the den and saw another Christmas stocking and present about eighteen inches long. She opened the Christmas stocking and noticed that there was another small present inside of it. Opening the envelope, she read: