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New Year's Party

By: thehotness



New Year in Singapore is warm and balmy. A little humid. It had rained during the day, and now the ground was slick and wet and puddles reflected glows from the windows of my boss's mansion in Queen Astrid Park. My boss is called Mr Wong. He insists that we all call him Edmund, a quirk he picked up overseas, but in our conservative Chinese competitive society where every sort of nicety mattered, every courtesy observed and every head bowed in greeting to a superior – well, let's just leave it at Mr Wong, shall we? Mr Wong was the Senior Partner in our law firm. It's a moderately sized law firm, small enough for it to have a only a handful of partners running everything, and large enough for the partners to grow rich and fat from obscene profits. When you charge 90 dollars a minute... our bosses' bonuses can get very vulgar indeed.

His house, no, his manor was in Queen Astrid Park, one of the most expensive areas in Singapore. Singapore is small and land-starved. I don't think I'm rich, but I consider myself well-off as an Associate and still I live in a four-room apartment and drive only one car. Just the cost of a car in Singapore can buy a house in small town America. Hell, a cost of a car can buy an apartment in Singapore. Anyhow. His mansion spanned two roads and had four wings. It had a tennis court, a swimming pool and huge garage for 6 cars. It had a long driveway that was lined with exotic flowers that led up to his opulent house. Mr Wong had bragged that it was the size of a large condominium development. 

I didn't drive today, to the New Year's Party. I wanted to drink. I had taken a lift in my friend's car, a lovely black Lexus. Mr Wong's butler opened the door for me and I stepped out, my stilettos sinking into a little puddle. The butler paused and to his credit, he never tried to look me over again. I knew I was hot that night, I had to be, if I were to beat out the rest of the promotion-grubbing sluts from my firm. I glanced at my reflection in the window – very nice. The morning gym sessions and the weekend pilates classes (not to mention the nightly wild sex with my several fuck-buddies from work) kept me in good shape for an Asian – and the satin Gucci frock that cost me slightly less than a K hugged my figure and flared at my knees. It was a cross between a summer dress and an evening gown and a night gown, and my best friend had said it screamed "Fuck me!". It had better. 

We mingled and ate and drank. I didn't drink too much or eat too much, though. Some of my colleagues ate like there was going to be a famine the next day (also the next year). There was chatter and raucous laughter all around, and for once, the corporate backstabbing and politicking took back seat (although all us lackeys never stopped sucking up to our bosses). 

I managed to separate Mr Cheong from his wife. Mr Cheong was another partner. He enjoyed golf and cricket – you can guess his age. He was the youngest of the senior partners, and the wiliest. His wife stuck to him like glue, but I asked a buddy of mine to flirt with her while I cornered Cheong. 

"Mr Cheong, please follow me." I said. "I've got a very special surprise for you." 

He looked at me, puzzled but curious, and acquiesced. I took his hand and led him away from the main party upstairs to the bedrooms. "Are you taking me on a tour of the house?" He asked, as I led him deeper into the house. 

"No, Mr Cheong. Just follow me. I need to find a quiet spot to discuss my future in the firm."

"Oh, come on, Sue. It's New Year's Eve, for crying out loud! Surely this can wait. Besides, I never mix business with pleasure."

I dragged him into a toilet and closed the door. "I do." He tried to turn away but I grabbed his hand and sunk down to my knees. He was trapped. He knew that if he rejected me – well, sexual misconduct charges were usually leveled against the boys, not girls. "Just enjoy it." I said. I stroked his groin. It was rock hard already – another asian trait. Singaporean boys just get excited so easily.

"My wife..." He protested weakly. 

It was too late. His pants pooled around his ankles, followed by his underwear. He leaned against the bathroom wall as my mouth engulfed his cock. "Mmmm." I said. "I love your dick. I love your cock. It's so beautiful." I didn't mean it, and he knew I didn't mean it, but he still loved hearing me say it. "Does your wife ever do this for you?" I asked, looking up at him as I rolled his dick between my palms, my fingers. I gave it a lick, and pushed his foreskin back. He moaned. I guessed not. I licked at it again, and then licked it all over, until it was shiny with my saliva. And then I blew at it. "Oh I love it..." I said. 

I let his cock invade my mouth. It went all the way in – it wasn't a big deal – not really deep into my throat (Singaporean boys again. Why is it the smarter they are, the smaller their dicks?) Not much gag reflex. My head bobbed up and down on his cock, and I sucked at it, creating a little vacuum that I knew guys loved. "MMmm" He was really getting into it, moaning. His hands were splayed against the wall, and he pushed back against the wall, pinned to it by an invisible force. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I went all the way down on him, till his bushy pubic hair tickled my lips and nose. I had to remember to check my teeth for hair later. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He cried. His cock jerked in my mouth and I felt the first wave of cum spurt against the roof of my mouth. There was one more and that was it. Age had caught up with this guy. I swallowed every last drop of it – he stared at me boggle-eyed. "You swallowed?" 

I nodded. "I love the taste of your come." I said. "I bet your wife doesn't do this for you." He nodded meekly. 

"I never have sex with her anymore. She's become menopausal and frigid." He said. "Even when I did have sex with her – she just laid there and closed her eyes. I don't think she enjoyed it very much." That's the way Singaporean women used to be. Sex was a nasty, dirty thing, enjoyed by the vulgar and poor. I understood him. 

I licked off his cock, which had become limp. I cleaned it with my tongue, and then helped him with his pants and belt. "I could help you feel like a man from time to time, Mr Cheong. I don't mind and I don't talk." I told him. 

He smiled and said, in his most lawyerly manner, "Thank you, Sue. I'll consider your offer."

We rejoined the party, and parted. I popped a mint into my mouth and downed a glass of wine. One down. 

Mr Tan was hanging around the fringe of the party. I asked him, "How are the kids, Mr Tan?" He was another partner in our firm, rumoured to be next in-line to Mr Wong. He was enterprising and smart, and had just hit middle age. A family man who always brought the kids to the office. His wife was talking to another guy – another of my buddies. Good job, I thought. He was wide open. I interrupted them, "Mind if I borrow your husband, Mrs Tan?" She laughed and said, go ahead. 

Mr Tan was as puzzled and as curious as Mr Cheong had been, as I led him deeper into the house. "Where are we going, Sue?" He asked. 

"You'll see," I said. "I have to discuss my future with you." 

"Can't this wait for next year?" Then he laughed at his own joke. I laughed too, putting him at ease. 

"I don't think so – I want to make this memorable." I said.

He grinned. I think he caught on. We came into a guest bedroom and I locked the door. He was definitely more forward than Mr Cheong. "What do you have in mind, Sue?" He asked. "My wife's just outside the house, you know. What if someone catches us?" 

"Then we had better be quick then. I've wanted to do this since the day I met you, Mr Tan. I've always fantasized about you at night, as I lay naked between the sheets and touched myself..." I walked towards him, undoing the straps of my Gucci frock. That was another thing I loved about it. It came off me so easily – it was like stepping out of a coat. It dropped to the floor behind me, a pool of satin Gucci. My fingers reached round my back and unsnapped my bra straps, and my bra fluttered to the floor as I strode over to Mr Tan. He was staring at me. I hadn't worn any panties – they hadn't been necessary. In fact, if you all didn't know, I never wore any panties if they weren't necessary. Mr Tan was silent as I embraced him and laid my head against his shoulder. My warm body pressed against his and I felt his bulge pushing at me. He cupped my butt with one hand and put another on my chest. 

"Really? You've...fantasized about me?" he asked. 

"Of course." I wasn't lying. I had fantasized killing him in the office when I got frustrated at the sometimes-unreasonable demands of the senior partners. I kissed his neck, and went down to my knees for the second time of the night. I helped him undo his belt and button and fly, and his underwear followed his pants down his leg. I licked his erect cock, which was slightly larger than Cheong's. He groaned. 

"We really shouldn't be doing this; my wife, my kids... we could be ruined!" He said. 

"You, Mr Tan, not me." I said. "But I don't talk, Mr Tan. No one will ever know." 

"Oh, Sue..." He said, panting as I suckled his cock. 

I looked up at him. "I want you to fuck me now." I said. I pushed him on to the bed and crawled on top of him, and then proceeded to guide his dick into my pussy. I was already wet. Hell, I was always wet anyway! (Read my other stories and essays. I have a hyperactive clitoris and pussy due to some...well.) Anyhow, I groaned as I impaled myself on him in one smooth thrust. I began to ride him with all the accumulated skill I had, working him up and down, forward and back, left and right. I leaned over him and let him play with my breasts and nipples as I humped him. Not four minutes had passed before I got my first orgasm – I came, swearing and moaning and biting my lips as his cock impaled me. He was wide-eyed. 

"Did you really come? Because that was one helluva good act!" He exclaimed. 

I panted and leaned over. "Of course I did, lover-boy. I love your cock!" I said. They always like that. "Oh baby, I love fucking you!" I moaned and squeezed his cock with my hungry pussy. I rocked on for few more moments. He began to groan, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"I can't take it anymore! Let me out! Let me out!" He said, "I'm not wearing a condom! What if you get pregnant?" He moaned. I bounced on him mercilessly. 

"I'm on the pill, lover-boy. Don't you worry! Just come in me! I want you to come in me!" I whispered into his ear. He gave a final exhalation, and I felt his dick jerk. I felt his cum shooting up me, and buried his cock deep into me. He came and then I felt his cock softening in me. Ah, well. Boys will be boys. I gave him a kiss and feigned reluctance to dismount. I finally rolled off him. "You're the best, lover-boy. Maybe we can continue next year..." I told him. He looked a bit dazed, but he nodded. 

Staring up at the ceiling, he said, "My wife never comes for me. She doesn't even fake it. Wow." Then he sat up and turned to me. "Of course we'll continue next year." I grinned and then went down on him to clean him up. He looked delighted, as I pushed my hair back and grinned at him as I sucked our juices off him. "My wife would never do that." He said. I wondered to myself why girls never did that for their guys. We changed up and I freshened up a bit, cleaning my pussy out in a shower. He went ahead first. It wouldn't do to be caught together in our present, flushed states. I put on my clothes and rejoined the party. 

I was looking around for Mr Wong, sipping my cocktail, when I felt a hand grip my arm. Speak of the devil. Mr Wong looked at me up and down, and smiled. "Sue! I hope you're enjoying yourself! Have you had a lot to drink? You look a little flushed!" I smiled and was about to ask him to follow me, when he said, "Sue, sue! I've heard lots about you. We feel you have great potential...do follow me, we have lots to discuss." He directed me out of the house. "Let's take a walk around the complex, shall we? I'm sure you'll love my house." 

As Mr Wong walked next to me, he looked younger and sprightlier than his fifty-plus years. He was in great shape – it was a well-known fact that he routinely thrashed younger men than him at tennis. He must swim a lot too, he was pretty tanned for a lawyer. He was tall and broad, and actually rather handsome. Maybe I drank too much. He led me to the garage. There were cars of all sorts in there. A Ferrari, a porshe, a limousine – those were the ones I could identify in the dim garage. He pressed a button and the garaged doors closed. He turned on the lights a notch brighter. Mr Wong asked, "Sue, do you think you should get promoted?" Before I could answer, he pushed me to the limousine. "Bend over." I hesitated, and Mr Wong shoved me again, pushing me to the car bonnet. He forced my face down onto the cold steel, holding the back of my neck in a strong grip. "If you care for your future, Sue, don't struggle." I stopped moving, my nipples hardening against the cold bonnet. He undid the straps on my Gucci frock, and pulled it off me. He tossed it onto the bonnet. Then he unstrapped my bra deftly and smartly, and then pulled my hands behind my back. He used my bra to tie my wrists together. "Oh, I love this." Mr Wong clapped his hands. "You look wonderful, Sue." I was rather apprehensive. I had intended on fucking him, not the other way around.

"No underwear, Sue? You're a rather naughty girl!" He stroked my pussy. I was still bent over the car bonnet obscenely, my ass sticking in the air. I shivered. "And who have you been fucking tonight, eh? Cheong? Tan?" He laughed. "Oh no, they didn't tell me. But no one tells me anything. I just know. That's why I'm the boss and they're not. And Sue, you promotion-grubbing little slut, you fucking little slut, you actually think you can manipulate me?" He laughed again and gave me a hard spank on my butt that made me jump and yelp. "You're just a whelp." He said, and spanked me again. I yelped. "Oh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you!" Mr Wong stroked my gushing pussy. "You little slut." He tweaked my engorged clit hard, and I moaned in pleasure and pain. "Say you're a slut! Say it!" He spanked my ass again, and I knew it was red. 

"I'm...I'm a slu...slut." I moaned, as he began rubbing my pussy in earnest. Then he stopped. I turned my head to look at him, and saw him picking up a can of dark engine oil. He poured it onto my ass and I felt it drip down my ass and legs. Mr Wong poured more and then began to rub my asshole, my little puckered anus. He put a finger there and I gasped, and flinched as he pushed it in, working more engine oil into my arsehole. He stuffed his whole finger into my ass, and I felt it in me, a rude unwelcome invasion. It was as if something was lost inside. Mr Wong worked more engine oil into my already oily anus, and then I felt another finger at my back door, and he slowly slid it in. He worked more oil into my anus.

"You're enjoying this aren't you, slut?" Mr Wong asked. "I bet you are. I would if I were you." I felt another finger pushing into my anus, and I bit my lips in pain and humiliation. My wrists were tied tightly together with my own bra, and my ass was in a lovely position for him, the way I was, bent over that car bonnet. There were three oily fingers wriggling in my oily anus. I felt a little sick. Suddenly, there were no fingers. I felt oily fingers on my hair and scalp, and heard him undoing his pants. "I don't want any oil on my clothes." He said. "It's murder to get out." He pulled my head back, his shitty, oily fingers entangled in my hair. I felt him place his cock against my oily asshole, and felt him pushing into me. "Relax, slut! Relax! It'll be easier if you relax, bitch." 

I felt Mr Wong push all the way into me, until his balls slapped against my clit. I moaned. "You are enjoying it, bitch!" He pulled out a bit and went in again, and from long, slow strokes, began to pump in and out of my asshole hard and fast. It hurt at first, but my ass became numbed and soon it felt alright. I had had anal sex before but never this viciously. It hurt. His oily hands roamed all over my body, soiling my shivering skin. I moaned louder. Mr Wong began to play with my clit as he invaded my ass, he mauled and tweaked and teased my clit, and stroked my pussy as he raped my anus. I felt myself on the brink, and then I came, with a loud groan and shiver as mixed feelings of pleasure and revulsion swept through my body. He hadn't come yet. Mr Wong was pretty tough. His fingers brought me to one more orgasm before I felt him jerk inside my ass. He shot his sperm deep into my rectum, pulling me right onto him, splitting me with his oily dick. I felt dirty. He came wave after wave, deep into my ass. "You little bitch," he said. "You little bitch. You're mine when work starts again." He cock softened in my ass and he pulled it out.

Mr Wong dragged me off the car bonnet by my hair, causing me to yelp in pain. He forced me to my knees in front of him. My hands were still tied together, and my body was covered in sweat and motor oil. I felt his cum leaking from my gaping anus. "Clean me." he said, shoving my cock into my face. I recoiled in disgust. It was oily and had just come from my ass. "And I mean now. If you want to keep your job." I closed my eyes and took his soft dick into my mouth. It tasted terrible and metallic and tasted salty and bitter and I gagged. He gripped my hair tighter and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked it off, and when he was satisfied, he pulled out of me. I gagged a few times, threatening to retch. I spat onto the floor, trying to get that taste out of my mouth. "You little slut." Mr Wong sneered at me. "I own you now." He pulled up his underwear and pants, and did his belt. I knelt there on the floor, with my head bowed and humbled. He gripped my hair and pulled me up to my feet again, naked and oily, my wrists still bound behind my back with my bra. Mr Wong's sperm was slowly leaking down my thighs from my anus. He turned me around and I thought he was going to undo my bra that bound my wrists. Instead, he pushed me towards the car again, and pushed me down against the bonnet once more. He kicked my feet apart, widening my pussy and ass. I was back in the same position again, my ass thrust into the air. What was happening? Wasn't it over? 

"Ahmad!" Mr Wong called. I looked around, and saw a man approach from the darkness of a garage. I cringed. There had been another! He was a Malay man, dark-skinned and well-built. Obviously Mr Wong's driver. 

"Yes, boss?" he asked, subserviently, eyeing my naked body greedily.

"Take your friends, the other drivers who are here, and teach this bitch a lesson. She was a very naughty slut today. Make sure you do her hard, but please, Ahmad, I don't want the hassle of another dead body this time, ok? And remember to take lots of pictures!" Mr Wong wiped his hands on a rag, and tossed it on the floor. I realised that the rag was my frock. I shivered in fear. Ahmad looked large and imposing. How many were there? 

"Ok boss, whatever you say!" Ahmad smiled, and rubbed his hands with glee. "Boys! Ahbang!" He called. Three other Malay men and an Indian guy came into the garage. They all stared at me in wonder. I lowered my head onto the bonnet. Mr Wong came over to me and petted my ass. 

"Show them a good time, eh, slut?" He laughed. "Treat her rough, boys, but I want her alive and back home tonight, yes? Don't forget to take pictures or videos and show me!" He petted my ass again. Mr Wong turned away to go, but then turned around. "And Sue?" 

I looked at him. 

"Happy New Year." 

Ahmad and the four other men laughed and approached me. I felt Ahmad's hand on my oily, naked ass, and I felt a cock slap against my thigh. I closed my eyes. 

New Years Party Favors



Family Ties: 

New Year's Party Favors 

Holly and I have always been close, much closer than normal cousins. We are more like brother and sister rather than cousins and in the last couple of years have gone from a normal familiar relationship to that of lovers

It began a few years ago, but our bond has its roots that go back to our childhood. Growing up, Holly and I were more like brother and sister seeing that she was only a few months older than I was. She was the only child and since my older sister was a good twelve years older than me and had her own friends I took up with Holly.

As we grew up Holly and I "marched to the beat of a different drum," our own, Holly and I were proud of our Redneck and white trash roots and made the most of them. For example Holly and I LOVED Wrestling and NASCAR and were very vocal about who we liked and how much we liked the sport;.

The thing that brought us closest together were our looks. When we both reached 16 we had hit our adult height. We were not what you would consider above average good looking but we weren't butt ugly either. 

As far as me I was a regular looking country boy. I stood about 5'11" with a medium build and weight about 175. I had sandy blonde hair and green eyes. I was not outgoing but I was not a wall flower either. I never got past the "friends" stage with girls.

Physically speaking she looked like a young Tammy Waynette, standing about 5'7" weighing 118 pounds but instead of having frizzy blonde hair, it was reddish-brown She also had gorgeous green eyes and measured 33-22-32 with between an A and B cup. 

Even though she was slender she did have a bit of a pooch belly, not much just five pounds or so and she did have skinny arms and skinny legs. She wasn't a walking skeleton or anything but if she had lost 10-15 pounds she would be.

By the time we were juniors in high school we were had pretty much resigned ourselves to be misfits and social outcasts but we were proud of it and pretty much kept to ourselves. We even had a huge crush on each other and we both knew it but were careful on how we acted on it. 

Our senior year in high school brought us the closest we had ever been and soon we were inseparable acting more like boyfriend and girlfriends rather than cousins. The others in school picked up on it and made in breeding jokes but we just looked at them and smiled and said "Wouldn't you love to know."

We even went to the prom together and kissed for the first time that night as we made out in the back of my pop's Chevy. We would have gone all the way that night but a cop came by and told us to move along, and that close call kinda killed the mood, at least until graduation.

The night after graduation, Holly's and my parents had gone out to a movie and left us alone as they had done many times without thinking twice about it. I was over at Holly's and we were sitting around talking and listening to music. I had on a t-shirt and shorts and Holly had on a white halter top which tied in the front and a denim skirt that tied on the side. 

During the course of our conversation the mood turned intimate and we found ourselves kissing once again. Soon we were laying on the bed side by side and were kissing fairly good. Soon I had removed her halter top and she had removed my t-shirt and we laid topless side by side as we cuddled close.

We both knew we wanted it so Holly removed her panties from under her skirt and rolled me over on my back and had unfastened my shorts and had just pulled down my underwear and had taken my cock in her hand and after sucking on it for a minute or so was ready to guide it into her pussy and ride me.

However, as before, fate would not smile on us. We must have forgot how late it was because we heard the front door open and we hurried to dress and look natural. That would be the last chance we would have for intimacy until we were reunited some years later.

After high school would be the first time Holly and I would be parted for any period of time and when we would break t he family mold. Instead of going to college, I joined the army and spent 4 years and 5 months working on and driving large trucks and heavy equipment for the Corp of Engineers.

Holly would get a job working as a waitress in a fairly upscale family restaurant that mainly specialized in Wings as well as other family type food. It was a cross between a sports bar and a family restaurant and she did okay for herself, that is until her parents made her move out on her own when they sold the house and moved to be with grandma to help care for her.

I got a letter halfway during my service duty period that Holly had met some guy and together they got a trailer and were a couple. I must admit I was very jealous and envious knowing some other guy was sharing her bed and the "fruits thereof" but I held my tongue because Holly seemed to love him. 

This would not last long only two years. In my opinion the guy was a total jerk. He made her quit her job and stay at home. He wanted them "barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen." The asshole would end up leaving Holly when they it was determined she couldn't have children and he left her high and dry, holding the mortgage to the trailer and all.

Holly had to go back to work to help try to keep the trailer but it was a losing proposition. She got her old job back but still it wasn't enough and Holly was going to lose the trailer.

By now it was around Halloween and I had been released from the service and was doing quite well for myself driving heavy trucks and equipment for the county. I wasn't rich or anything but I was comfortable and could afford a nice upstairs 2 bedroom apartment in the nicer area of town. It had its own washer and dryer and a nice living area and kitchen, a nice back deck overlooking the pool. The only drawback was that both bedrooms had to share a bath between them, but that would turn out to be a blessing when Holly moved in.

When I heard of Holly's problem, I helped her sell her trailer so she got most of what she owed on it back and we paid the bank the rest in installment s of $78.00/month over the next 36 months. Holly made that easy in two-three days and she said she was going to pay it back to me; It was a matter of pride and self respect for her.

Holly moved in with me and when she heard that we had to share a bathroom she just grinned wickedly and said "Do you think you can handle seeing a naked woman all the time.?"

"I don't see why not," I replied. "After all we're both adults and besides it could be kinda fun," I added jokingly

"Mmmmmm I like your style," Holly said with a purr, rubbing her hand on my chest. "I think I am gonna like rooming with you. It'll be like old times."

It was around the first week of November when Holly finally moved in with me. Around the house Holly wore little if any at all. Her favorite thing to wear was an old man's long sleeve button down shirt which she left unbuttoned and cotton panties. 

On the days she was off I would get home and Holly would have had cooked supper and had it warmed in the oven. She would be sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer watching television. When she would get home late I would have dinner waiting for her.

After dinner we would sit together on the couch watching Wrestling or some kind of television program we both liked. We would share cigarettes and drink beer and she would lay her head on my shoulder while I would have arms around her waist and my hands clasped together on her tummy.

This slow sensual seduction lasted until New Years eve morning and grew in phases. The first phase was what we had been doing and soon even though we had the television on we would not be paying much attention to what was on; We would be more interested in making out.

The making out sessions first began as kissing on the couch. Next we moved to the floor and made out, dressed at first then we soon were topless and later we graduated to where we were both naked our bodies pressed together as our limbs were intertwined and our bodies moved together as one.

We also began to shower together. At first we just washed each other off and soon we were making out in the shower Our sleeping arrangements also became more intimate. After only a week of sleeping in separate beds we would soon be sleeping together.

At first Holly wore her open button down shirt and cotton panties and I wore a t-shirt and briefs. Also we would kiss each other good night then cuddle close as we fell asleep. Soon the shirts came off and we would sleep topless. Our good night kisses would turn to caressing sessions. Finally the clothes came off and we were soon making out, our bodies rubbing together and our limbs intertwined.

As you can probably tell, during this time our intimacy grew. We slowly moved from simple kissing and making out in the beginning to oral sex and mutual masturbation near the end as we would bring each other off to countless orgasms.

The oral sex and masturbation would last us a while, maybe a week or so but we both knew we wanted it all, but when to cross that line We both wanted it to be special and a time associated with celebration but we both were somewhat spontaneous and liked for things to just happen and on New Year's Eve morning they just did

New Year's Eve fell on a Saturday this particular year and Holly had to work from 1:00 P.M. until 7:00 P.M. I had told her I was going to take her out to celebrate. That morning we woke up as normal and began kissing and caressing. Our warm naked bodies were rubbing together and as so many times before we were locked in the throngs of passion

As our passions rose and fell our limbs were intertwined as we laid side by side and our bodies moved together in perfect unison as they rubbed together. My cock was rubbing up against Holly's shaven oh so pink pussy and Holly had taken my tool in her hand and was stroking it.

I don't know what caused me to do this but I shifted my body and as I did I thrusted forward. Holly must have moved with me and parted her legs some because the next thing I know my cock was in Holly's sweet warm wet pussy.

"Oh god yes baby." Holly moaned with delight as my throbbing tool went inside of her and we just continued to kiss, caress and cuddle as my rock hard cock was inside her. I pumped it slowly to keep it hard and Holly purred and whispered in my ear "Gimme all of you"

We continued in this position a good ten minutes and then Holly rolled me over on my back and raised up and rode me cowgirl style with slow intense methodical motions, not trying to rush it until she came flooding my cock with her cum. 

Holly stayed on top of me as we embraced and kissed. She was satisfied, I could tell and cuddled up to me and laid her head on my chest and drifted off to sleep. I stroked her hair and soon I fell asleep

The next thing I know it was a quarter past 12:00 and Holly is getting dressed. She kisses me and tells me how wonderful it was and tells me she can't wait to finish what we started later tonight. She then kisses me goodbye and tells me she will be home around 7:20

The day went by fairly uneventful and soon it was almost 7:30 so I figured it was time for Holly to be getting home. I met her at the door and gave her a big hug and a long wet deep French kiss, which lasted a good 30 seconds as we embraced and our bodies rubbed together.

Holly appeared to be tired so I told her that if she rather stay at home, we could.

"Nonsense," she said with a smile. "I have been looking forward to this all day so let's go shower and get dressed." 

We went to the Rebel Roadhouse and had dinner and danced until around 9:30 when we decided we would ring in the New Year's in our own special way. On the way home we bought a couple big bottles( three to be exact) of 151 proof Bacardi® rum, two big bottles of Crown Royal®, a bottle of White Zifindale® and two twelve packs of beer. 

We arrived home around 10 O'clock and settled in for our own little party. Holly and I decided to change, her wearing only a light blue long sleeve open button down shirt and white cotton panties and me a white undershirt and pair of briefs. We both had a seat at the kitchen table. The bottle of Champagne I had bought earlier in the day and placed in the fridge was now chilling in a tub of ice ready to ring in the new year..

We sat and talked as we each downed countless shots of rum not to say having taking huge gulps from the bottle as well. Holly also pulled out a good sized bag of pot containing 15 pre-rolled joints she had gotten from one of her co-workers and we shared a couple of joints(4 to be exact) until we were now naked and had a pretty good buzz going. 

By 11:45, we had smoked and drank so much, we were past drunk and stoned, we were fucking wasted!!! We had gone through six joints, a bottle of Crown, a bottle and half of Bacardi rum and almost a six pack of beer. It was no wonder we were messed up. How we stayed conscious was beyond me but we did.

For the next fifteen minutes we sat at the table giggling laughing and just enjoying being smashed. I looked at the clock and realized it was almost midnight so we wobbled over to the couch, still fairly fucked up and plopped down as Holly landed sideways across my body and busted out laughing as she landed on the floor.

She managed to crawl on to the couch and sit herself down. I turned on the television so we could hear the countdown and then wobbled over to the sink and brought back the bottle of Champagne.

I poured us each a glass, spilling more on the rug than made into the glass. I looked down at my mess that Holly was now ribbing me about and said "Fuck it, we can clean it up tomorrow," Holly giggled

I managed to hand the glasses of Champagne to Holly then as I tried to sit down, I stumbled and plunked down on the couch hard but managed to sit up. With effort because our coordination was off from being totally fucked up wasted, we managed to cuddle close and glue our eyes on the television while we waited to join the countdown: 

"Five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year."

We clinked our glasses together as we toasted the new year and in one gulp we both down the contents of our glass. Then without warning, Holly embraced me and gave me a deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing passionate French kiss on the lips . 

As we kissed, Holly and I dropped our glasses to the floor and our bodies pressed together as we are embraced tightly. Holly was now sitting in my lap facing me, her wet pussy grinding up against raging hard-on and her sumptuous breasts pressed against my bare muscular chest

The kiss was broken but we are still embraced just as tightly. Holly whispered in my ear with a lusty, sultry moan and said "Oh Dave honey I need to feel you deep inside of me now like I did this morning."

Holly wasted no time, she stood up slightly, grabbed my cock in her hand and lowered herself on to my hard tool as she guided it in with her hand. She then proceeded to ride me as we embraced and kissed.

I sucked on Holly's breasts as she rode me good long and hard, faster than she had this morning. I could feel her sugar walls grip the sides of my cock and milk it for all it was worth. Her pussy felt like 1000's of velvety fingers stroking the sides of my cock and her wetness acted as lubrication as my cock squished against the sides of her pussy.

I could feel my cock begin to swell with cum and I knew it wouldn't be long until I would blow my load.

"Oh shit I'm gonna cum," I moaned

"Gimme all of you," Holly replied lustfully. "I wanna feel your hot manhood deep inside me!!"

Within seconds I could not fight it anymore and spunked my load deep into Holly's pussy

"Oh God yes," Holly crooned with delight as she kissed me and held me tight. 

Holly broke the kiss and soon we ended up on the floor, side by side as our bodies are pressed tight together.

Holly rolled me over and began riding me cowgirl style, but instead of being slow and loving like this morning, she rode me fast and furiously. She pulled me up and soon we were holding each other and rocking back and forth.

I could feel Holly's pussy quiver and her juices trickled over my cock and she came flooding my cock with her sweet cream.

We would then get in the doggie position and I fucked her doggie style. I pulled her up and nibbled on her neck as I continued to fuck her. This only made her that much hotter and she had to drop back down on all 4's.

She would cum again as she arched her back and gasp for breath. After doggie style she laid on her back spread her legs and I would fuck her missionary style.

She spread her legs and I entered her and Holly wrapped those long luscious legs around my back locked her ankles and pulled me in.

We slowly fucked, and as we do, our souls and spirits become as one. Time and space became suspended and lost all meaning. The world around us faded away and soon Holly and I were in our own universe.

We could hear and feel the beating of each other's heart. We knew the other's pleasure without having to voice a word. We are truly one with each other 

I could feel Holly's pleasure and knew she was going to cum. I moved my body to maximize it and hasten the orgasm. My cock was swelling with cum and Holly knew it wouldn't be long. We timed their movements so we came in unison.

I spunked my load deep inside of Holly, filling her with my manhood just as she flooded my cock with her honey nectar. 

Holly and I cuddled close together kissing and caressing as our bodies pressed together. We slowly came down from our orgasmic high and soon we the real world came back into to view.

"Mmmmmm baby, that was so fucking hot," Holly purred. "I am so glad we are lovers. There is no one I rather give myself to than you. Now let's party some more and make this New Years the hottest and nastiest ever. 

Holly got up, stumbled over to the table where the Bacardi rum bottles sat and brought back both the half full one as well as the un opened one. She then grabbed the bag of pot, a lighter and ash tray as well as a pack of cigarettes .

She dropped the contents on the floor by me stumbles back and drops to her knees laughing then crawls over to where I am. Holly takes the half full bottle of Bacardi rum opens it takes a huge swig and passes it to me. I down a huge swig and pass it back to her then she polishes the bottle off then pitched it over her shoulder and it landed in the kitchen with a thud.

Holly fumbled with the baggie containing the rolled up joints and I helped her open it then lit it for her. Holly took 3 long tokes then passed it to me and I took two good long ones and we passed a total of two back and forth and were pretty well flying high.

Holly reached up for the bottle of Champagne and took a swig. She then leaned back on her elbows with her legs parted motioned for me to lay under her pussy on my back so I did. Holly then poured the contents on her belly as they ran down her body over her pussy and onto my face. 

Holly opened the last bottle of Bacardi around 2:00 A.M. and we down half of it in about 15 minutes. We also share a couple of more joints as we cuddle close. We fuck a couple of more times have a hot 69 session.

The last thing I remembered about our hot little party was dancing naked bodies pressed together holding the last of the Crown Royal bottle. Holly took the last swig which I had saved for her then I remember her pitching the bottle over her shoulder and hearing a thud.

We both giggled then dropped to the floor on our knees. I embraced Holly and we both fell back and must have landed on or sides facing each other and finally passed out from all the booze and pot in our systems.

The next thing I remembered was opening my eyes and the room was spinning my head was splitting and I had the urge to hurl. I staggered to the bathroom dropped to my hands and knees and bowed to the "porcelain goddess" as I gave my offering, puking my guts out for a good five to ten minutes.




New Years Party Favors



I looked at the clock and it said 6:19, question was, was it A.M. or P.M. Much to my surprise and shock was that it was P.M. Holly and I had slept away New Years day but what a night we had. 

I showered then walked back to where Holly was and laid beside her. She was on her back sprawled out arms over her head legs spread her sweet tits lay supple on chest and her pussy glistened.

I began to rub her forehead, softly caressing her hair. Holly stirred and moaned , then a minute later slowly opened her eyes and faced me. 

She smiled and said "Good morning lover ," as she put her hand in mine.

"You mean good evening don't you," I replied. "We slept the whole day away."

"Wha-the-fuck," Holly said looking at the clock on the cable box. It read 6:27 P.M. "Holy shit we did," Holly exclaimed as she rushed to get up.

As she did, she dropped back down and her head began to spin, then she too had the "urge to purge" and ran to the bathroom where she puked her guts out.

We both sobered up and then had sex. Afterwards we showered and went out to eat then came back and had sex until the midnight when we fell asleep in each other's arms.

That New Year's eve was a total blow out and although we don't get drunk and have sex like that every night we do set aside New Years for such an occasion, After all what is New Years, without the party favors.