0 comments/ 21647 views/ 0 favorites What's In It? By: Cal Y. Pygia ANAL LUBE: Competing anal lubricants contain similar ingredients. One lists its key ingredients as petrolatum, octyldodecanol, and nonoxynol-15. Essentially, petrolatum is petroleum jelly, a semi-solid mixture of hydrocarbons. CAUTION: Petroleum jelly breaks down condoms. Prophylactics should be used only with a water-based, never an oil-based, sexual lubricant. Octyldodecanol is an emulsifier and opacifying agent. An emulsifier is a substance that creates an emulsion (a suspension of small globules of one liquid in a second liquid). Due to its lubricating and emollient properties, it's used primarily as a thickening agent in moisturizers. Emollients are supple, wax-like substances that prevent water loss and have a soothing effect upon the skin. To opacify is to make something opaque, or impenetrable by light and, therefore, neither transparent nor translucent. Nonoxynol-15 is a non-ionic nonoxynol surfactant (or tensides). A surfactant lowers the surface tension of a liquid. Surface tension is an effect inside the surface layer of a liquid that causes the layer to act as an elastic sheet. This effect enables some insects, such as the water strider, to walk on water. A surfactant allows liquid to spread more easily. It also lowers the interfacial tension between liquids. Interfacial tension results from the same effect as that which causes surface tension, allowing one liquid, such as oil, to float upon another liquid, such as water. Nonoxynol-15 is also a spermicidal (see below). CAUTION: It was once believed to protect against sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDS, but research has shown that it actually may increase the chances of the transmission of such diseases because it damages the physical barriers of the rectum and the vagina, causing tiny abrasions to their tissues. Any lubricant or condom that contains nonoxynol-15 should NOT be used if either partner has a sexually transmitted disease. Another's anal lubricant's label includes propylparaben, methylparaben, and sodium carboxy methyl cellulose among its contents. Propylparaben and methyparaben are preservatives. Like other parabens, they cause less irritation than some alternative preservatives. Laboratory research on animals and in vitro studies indicate that parabens may have a mildly estrogenic, or feminizing, effect. Their use has caused cancer in mice, although whether humans' exposure to these chemicals cause the same result is unknown, and, it should be pointed out that many other substances to which people are routinely exposed, including coffee, has estrogenic effects. Sodium carboxy methyl cellulose is Sodium carboxy methyl cellulose is a cellulose ether gum and being anionic, it is a water-soluble polymer. It is supplied as granules or as a coarse powder of white to cream color and is available in varied grades and viscosity. An odorless, tasteless, and non-toxic powder, it's highly soluble in hot or cold water but stable towards hard water, alkalis, acids, and certain electrolytes. However, multi-valued metal ions and certain complex cations tend to precipitate sodium carboxy methyl cellulose from solution. The solution of sodium carboxy methyl cellulose has better resistance to microbiological attack as compared to many natural products. It is used as an additional thickening agent. BIRTH-CONTROL PILLS: Birth-control pills, or oral contraceptives, contain various chemicals. One type, taken once a day, contains both estrogen and a progestogen. Estrogen is a group of steroid compounds. Hormones, they diffuse across the cell membrane, inside the cell, acting upon estrogen receptors. In women, three natural estrogens exist: estradiol, estriol, and estrone. Enzymes acting upon androgens in the body produce these hormones. Estradiol is manufactured from the androgen testosterone, and estrone, which is weaker than estradiol, from the androgen andostenedione. A range of synthetic estrogens, or xenoestrogens, and natural estrogens, or phytoestrogens, made by plants, also exist. Progesterone are steroid hormones similar to estrogens. Synthetic versions are known as progestins. Another type or birth-control pill contains only a progestogen, and is also taken once daily. An anti-progesterone, mifepristone has shown potential as an estrogen-free, daily oral contraceptive. Mifepristone is a synthetic steroid compound. It is used as a drug to induce abortion (an abortifacient) or, in reduced dosage, as an emergency contraceptive. It is also used to treat obstetric bleeding. In the United States, it is sold by Danco Laboratories under the trade name Mifeprex. The drug is still commonly referred to as RU-486. Ormeloxifene (Centchroman) is a selective estrogen receptor modulator. It is taken one to two times per week. Ormeloxifene (also known as Centchroman) is one of the selective estrogen receptor modulators, or SERMs, a class of medication which acts on the estrogen receptor. It is best known as a non-hormonal, non-steroidal oral contraceptive which is taken once per week. In some parts of the body, its action is estrogenic (e.g., bones), in other parts of the body, its action is anti-estrogenic (e.g., uterus, breasts). It causes an asynchrony in the menstrual cycle between ovulation and the development of the uterine lining, preventing the implantation of the fertilized egg. BREAST MILK: Breast milk, which has been proven to be superior to all commercial formulae, contains carbohydrates, protein, fat, vitamins, minerals, digestive enzymes, and hormones, and antibodies. The exact composition of the milk changes slightly from day to day, depending on the woman's diet and environment. CAUTION: Through breast milk, viruses, including AIDS or HIV-1, medications, and alcohol can be passed to the nursing infant. Given the presence of appropriate hormonal stimulus, men can lactate, just as women do, since both boys and men, in addition to having nipples, also have mammary glands; however, the volume of the milk will be less than that of women's milk. Male-to-female transsexuals sometimes lactate due to the female hormones they take during their sexual transition. Men (and women) can also induce lactation by continual, long-term massaging of the nipples and simulated sucking of the nipples for months on end. Extreme stress over a long period of time can also cause men to lactate. DOUCHE: A douche may consist of nothing more than water. It may also be composed of a water-and-vinegar mixture or a mixture of antiseptic chemicals. Lysol was advertised as a disinfectant douche and a spermicidal in the 1920's. An advertisement for another brand of douche warned women that "germs and bacteria take lodgment more easily in delicate membranes." Fortunately for them, the douche could "reach and dislodge bacterial life. . . by a whirling liquid action," rather like that of a drain-opener, and its "spray dilutes or smoothes out the membranes and flushes them clean." The ad assured women that "medication is thorough and complete," and the douche could be employed "without injury to bulb or tube." CAUTION: Today, douching is not usually recommended, as it is believed to be more harmful than beneficial in most cases, and only American women regularly perform the procedure. A popular brand of douche contains purified water, octoxynol-9, citric acid, sodium benzoate, disodium EDTA, and fragrance. Octoxynol-9 is a non-ionic surfactant containing a hydrophilic polyethylene oxide group and a hydrocarbon lipophilic or hydrophobic group. Viscous at room temperature, the part formed from ethylene oxide is best used when slightly warmed. Otoxynol-9, which is known by many synonyms, is a common detergent. Citric acid is a weak organic acid found in fruit. It is a natural preservative and adds a slightly tart, or sour, taste to foods and soft drinks. It is also a cleaning agent and an antioxidant. It has a slightly astringent odor, imparting the "fresh scent" that advertisers often claim for the clients' products. Sodium benzoate is a preservative. It hampers the growth of bacteria (having a bacteriostatic effect), but does not kill them (as a bactericide does). Disodium EDTA (the "EDTA" is an acronym for "ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid") is a stabilizer (chelating agent) that prevents ingredients in the formula from binding with trace elements, especially minerals, that would cause unwanted changes to the product's texture, odor, or consistency. KY JELLY: KY Jelly is a sexual lubricant. It contains chlorhexidine gluconate, glucono delta lactone, glycerin, hydroxyethylcellulose, methylparaben, purified water, and sodium hydroxide. Several of these ingredients have been considered previously, so we'll concentrate on those that haven't been discussed. Chlorhexidine gluconate is a topical antiseptic that can cause irritation. It is both bacteriostatic and bactericidal. It is believed to disrupt the bacterium's membrane. CAUTION: Do not apply chlorhexidine gluconate in or near the eyes or ears. In small amounts, its use in the rectum or the vagina is safe, and it is often employed as an active ingredient in mouthwashes. Glucono delta lactone is a naturally-occurring food additive used as a sequestrant (food stabilizer), an acidifier, or a curing, pickling, or leavening agent. Glycerin is a chemical compound (sugar alcohol) with three hydrophilic alcoholic hydroxyl groups that are responsible for its solubility in water and its hygroscopic nature. Glycerine is used in medical and pharmaceutical preparations, mainly as a means of improving smoothness, providing lubrication and as a humectant (a chemical that attracts water molecules). Hydroxyethylcellulose is a liquid thickener. It is used in another product as well--Mr. Bubble, a brand of bath foam popular among children. SEMEN: Semen contains a wide range of nutrients and other chemicals which are delivered by various internal organs, sexual and otherwise, in the male. Among the ingredients of semen are sugars (fructose, sorbitol, inositol), proteins and amino acids (glutathione, deoxyribonucleic acid, creatin), minerals (phosphorus, zinc, magnesium, calcium, potassium), vitamins (ascorbic acid, vitamin B12, choline), hormones (testosterone, prostaglandins), and body byproducts (lactic acid, urea, uric acid, nitrogen). Semen often contains sperm, too, as a result of ejaculation. As long as the man is healthy and disease free, his semen may be consumed without reservation, for it is harmless, even nutritious, and non-fattening, with only approximately 15 calories per ejaculate (the average ejaculate being equal to approximately one tablespoon, or three teaspoons) and minimal carbohydrates. CAUTION: Infected semen can transit venereal diseases, including HIV and AIDS. SPERMICIDE: A spermicide is a foam, cream, jelly, suppository or film, which contains active ingredients to kill sperm on contact. A spermicidal also acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from entering the vagina (or rectum). The most common spermicidal ingredient is nonoxynol-9 (a synonym for nonoxybol-15, described above). The typical failure rate for spermicidal is 15 percent; the lowest expected failure rate is three percent. CAUTION: A small number of people are allergic to the ingredients in spermicidal. URINE: Urine can be a healthy drink. Mahatma Gandhi drank his own urine, and many others attest to its health benefits. (Drinking urine is known as urophagia; it is a popular pastime among BDSM enthusiasts as well as practitioners of urine therapy.) Urea therapy is based upon the premise that the daily drinking of one's own urine can cure and prevent a wide variety of diseases, both minor and potentially lethal. CAUTION: Infected urine can transit venereal diseases, including HIV and AIDS. Urine contains urea, dissolved salts and organic materials (allantoin, DHEA hormone, antibodies, melatonin, testosterone, androgens, estrogen, and many others, depending on the body's daily needs and discards.) What's In the Big Box? "What's in the big box?" Luci asked. We had been married for nineteen years, but she was still capable of childlike joy at Christmas. That was one of the reasons I still loved her deeply although the heat had long since faded from our sex lives. In fact, lately, we barely had a sex life. Well, I did, but mostly with my right hand. She denied any interest in masturbation, or toys, having been raised in a conservative Christian family. Sure, once in a while, when drunk, she might make cucumber jokes, but the few times she walked in on me jerking off, it had not been Penthouse Letters passion which followed. She just would stammer, blush, shut the door, and go off sobbing. "It's a surprise," I replied as she rattled the present. The fireplace was crackling. "I hope it's not breakable," she said, a bit late. "It sure is wrapped nicely." Though it was only Christmas Eve, our sons were both away this year, for the first time ever at once. Jared, at 16, had begged to go to Florida with his grandparents. He imagined that he would enjoy the miles of blonde bikinis on the beaches. In reality, it would probably be acres of retirees in shopping malls. Ward, 18, had gone skiing with his girlfriend's family. This had upset Luci, but not nearly as much as the day a few months before when she walked into his bedroom and discovered that he was sexually active. No awkward moment finding her baby choking his chicken there. This time, it was the real deal. Luci had refused to describe it to me the evening she caught them, but now, she sighed about how she missed him, and somehow, this caused her to blurt out "Wade's whole ass is tanned. Did you know that? Anyway, when I walked in on them, Deanna's legs were wrapped around his waist. That girl has tremendous calves. Cheerleaders these days have to be real athletes I guess." She was digressing, having trouble processing the images burnt onto her retinas, I assumed. "She's in great shape," I agreed. My son's girlfriend was indeed a hottie. Many of my recent solo sessions had been fuelled by recollections of peeping at her toned flesh, searching for the elusive tan lines. "They were so busy ......" she paused, seemingly unsure how to describe what she saw. "Fucking? Is that the word?" Luci blushed crimson. Her mother never used those words, and only during deepest passion did Luci let loose. "Yes...they were so busy fucking that they didn't even notice me enter the room." "What were they doing?" I asked. I meant to say what did Luci do, but the other words just tumbled out of my mouth. As soon as I said it, I waited for the explosion, the indignation. Instead, Luci replied just as if we were discussing five year olds playing in the park. "Like I said, she was underneath him. He was half off the bed, his feet still on the floor, so he was pistoning up into her." The words spilled out, Luci's eyes glassy, staring off into space over my shoulder. In the moment as she caught her breath, I listened to carollers down the block. Would they arrive at our door soon? Would they interrupt this conversation? My cock was already swelling excitedly, and that little brain in my pants wanted more. Now was not a good time for company. Luci continued. "Deanna had her hands on his back, and then she ran them up onto his neck, pulling his head down to her to kiss. She arched her back up off the bed. She sure is agile." "Must be all the gym classes for cheerleading," I replied. I glanced at the crackling flames and sipped my cider, thinking about my son's girlfriend, wondering whether they were fucking right now. She was a better vision than sugar plums dancing in my head. "I wish she was dancing in my bed," I muttered. "What?" Luci barked. "I'm surprised they didn't break his bed," I said, covering up my slip of the tongue, but driving the conversation in the direction of supplying more fuel for my burgeoning Yule Log. I expected this Christmas Eve to be like most others, with me trying to find an excuse to send Luci to bed first so that I would have the privacy to jerk off. Images of Deanna fucking would beat internet porn any day. I was already imagining that it was me, not Wade, who was drilling her. 'How would Luci have liked that?' I wondered to myself. "I think most of his weight was still on the floor, though he was thrusting pretty hard, lifting right up onto his tiptoes," she replied, jolting me back to the present. "Then this probably wasn't their first time, if he could plough her field that hard without hurting her. She must already have been stretched out." I responded without editing. As soon as I said the words, I wanted to grab them out of the air before they reached Luci's ears. She would be stunned. I braced for her fury. Instead, she just blushed a deeper red than the heat required. This time, it was her turn to stare off and mutter as if I was not in the room, "Well, he did have a really big cock. He does take after his father." I was not sure which shocked me more -- hearing my uptight wife remark on the size of our son's tool, or that she commented on mine. She never would talk dirty during sex play unless much drunker than she was this Christmas Eve. My cock, already chubby and restless from this chat, now stiffened fully. Maybe opening presents the night before Santa was supposed to come was a way to get the little fellow his own gift. Perhaps even one of Luci's infrequent blowjobs, though if it was the usual half hearted effort -- roughly three head bobs with her jaw slack swallowing the head and half the shaft as she lazily pumped the base with her fist - frankly, I would get better results taking matters into my own hands. "What are you grinning about, like a cat in a bird sanctuary?" Luci asked. I realized that my mind had drifted not only from the reality of crouching between the Christmas tree and fireplace with my wife, but also from the real events she had witnessed in our son's bedroom. It was my turn to blush, because I had wandered off in my mind picturing Deanna's long thin fingers wrapped around my fat tool, guiding the bulging head to her open mouth, her tongue flopped ready to lick the underside. Luci had snapped me out of the trance just as I had imagined that Deana was teasing the flap that links the head to the shaft. "I'm still wondering what you did," I covered up. "So far, it sounds like you spent a long time watching." Luci blushed. "Well, I must admit after a while, I felt flushed, and my hands got kind of busy. I was stunned by how much Wade's cock resembled yours." She paused, her teeth chewing her lower lip as she fiddled with the ribbon on the box before continuing. "That made it easy for me to imagine that it was me that Wade was fucking." With that admission, my wife lowered her head, staring at the carpet. "I guess you think that I'm some sort of sick pervert now. Merry Christmas, huh?" More silence. I wished that I knew what to say to fill it, because next she added, "You can have a divorce if you want." My cock straining against my fabric would be the only answer she would need, if only she looked there. The little brains in my balls were yelping for more description of how hot and sweaty Deanna must have looked. They wanted to know whether she had put her feet on Wade's shoulders, then linked her ankles, drawing him harder and faster into her cunt. Speaking of which, was she still tight, or despite their youth, had Wade already fucked her so much with his fat fire hose cock -- the one that Luci compared too mine - so that she was stretched out and sloppy? Which led to wondering whether they were monogamous or whether she fuck around, maybe even liked to pull a train. Would I get to go first or settle for sloppy seconds? I shook my head, trying to get those images out of my brain, without success. Luci interpreted my movement as a response to her offer. "Oh, darling, thank you for understanding. If you forgive my sinful thoughts, I'll do everything I can to be a good girl and make it up to you." "You can start by being a naughty girl," I replied without even thinking. "Does Santa want Luci to be a naughty elf?" she cooed, getting right back into the spirit. Her eyes sparkled in the firelight. "Look in the big box." Luci chuckled, a deep rumbling in her throat. I recalled that note. It was the sound she used to make when we were first married, and about to unleash a huge climax. It had been years since I had heard it, and it was amazing that she was uttering it without having sex. What she said next was even more shocking. Tugging on the ribbon, she muttered, as if to herself, "It's not quite big enough to have Wade hiding inside." I sniffed at the eggnog, though I suppose most mind altering drugs are odourless, the better to sneak up on people. Which of us was hallucinating, I wondering -- Luci, dreaming of fucking her son, even as she opened my gift, or me, perhaps just imagining that she had said anything at all? "That would make Luci a very naughty elf indeed," I chanced, deciding not to recognize that she had merely been talking to herself. "One with visions of more than just sugar plums dancing in her head." "Well, Wade could fill my big box, but it would be his head, not mine, and it would be inside my box, sugar plum," she replied, talking loudly this time. Her laughter was heartier as well, pushing up from her belly to shake the pine boughs over the mantle. "Could as in would be capable of, or could as in you would allow him to?" "Which would a naughty elf pick?" I noticed that her nipples were even stiffer. I briefly considered steering the conversation back to Deanna, but decided to keep the focus on Luci, and Wade. "Ho, Ho, Ho, both, I think," I said, in best Santa form to cover my shock that Luci had gone beyond admitting that her handsome son's fit body turned her on, to actually joking about fucking him. The first was taboo in a mild way, the second was beyond comprehension. "I think I need more egg nog before I open the box," Luci said. She released the ribbon and stood, displaying the easy grace of her formal dance training, pivoting and walking across to the bar. I admired her fit shape, as taut as before she had the kids. She could still easily fit the elf costume she used to wear to office Christmas parties, before political correctness put an end to any measure of naughty party fun. That had been how we had met. I was the up and coming young marketing whiz. She was a college intern. Recruited to play a role in the festivities, she had been fed lots of spicy spiked egg nog by the regular staff, especially the women who knew that the Big Boss would maul her thoroughly when she sat on his lap as he played Santa. Each year, the routine featured the elf going first, telling Santa want she wanted most, which always lead to off colour humour from Santa. Each year it seemed Santa was also more drunk by that point, and the pawing became more aggressive and open. The year Luci played the elf ended up being the final instalment of that game, as the political correctness movement found the wind beneath their sails. Luci screaming, jumping up off of Santa's knee and running to the supply closet, her tights ripped where Santa's thumb had pierced the material to goose her, and the blouse falling off of her left shoulder. To this day, I don't know why I launched off my perch on the edge of a sales desk to follow her. Logically, though she had not been there long enough to make real friends, it should have been one of the women. My reaction was instinctive, and I guess that once I moved, no one else felt obligated to comfort this strange, quiet, eerily beautiful intern. The door to the supply closet had crashed against the jamb loudly, but Luci had tried so hard to slam it that the spring failed, leaving the door to bounce open, rather than close. As I entered, there was just a hint of light in the cramped space where it seeped through the open door. Luci stood sobbing in a corner by a copy machine, hugging her elbows, back to the door. "Go away," she had sobbed upon hearing my foot falls as I had entered. "He's an ignorant cad, not deserving of a lovely elf like you," I ventured. "I wish he was freezing his ass of at the North Pole," Luci sniffled. I knew just enough about women not to try to embrace her, but after a moment, I did gently rub her right shoulder. After a couple more great heaving sobs, Luci had turned without warning and buried her head against my chest. I took this as permission to hold her in my arms until the sobbing slowed, and then rubbed her back slowly, like calming a baby. Soon not a creature was stirring, and all through the house, or at least the supply closet, it was silent. I slowed my massage and Luci stepped back from me. "Just let me get my face together..." she began to say, looking up so as not to have to look me in the eye. "Who put mistletoe there?" she finished. The comment was so unexpected that I asked her to repeat it. Sure enough, I followed her stare upwards and saw that directly above us, a sprig of plastic greenery was dangling from a ceiling strut. "I bet its Bob and Arlene," I suggested, "those two are always sneaking in here to neck. Bob has Arlene convinced that nobody knows." Bob worked in accounts payable, Arlene was in accounts receivable. They were both married, but not to each other. This got a chuckle out of Luci, as she blew her nose on a piece of copy paper. "If they do it all year, I doubt that Bob would bother. He's a fat lazy slob. I'd guess the Big Boss, but he always sends for supplies. You never see him go in here." "Your nose looks like Rudolph's" I observed. Luci snuffled one last time and then shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she then said. "What?" "Well, I'm under the mistletoe," she said, rising up onto her tiptoes and closing her eyes. I had never dreamed before that second that this tiny dynamo might be interested in me, but in the situation, failing to kiss her would have been rude. I expected a chaste peck on the lips, but Luci took charge. Her left hand cupped behind my neck to draw me down to her height, and then she meshed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. The first time, it was a quick taste, so fast that I thought maybe I had imagined it, but after my teeth parted a bit more, Luci had stabbed her oral organ deep into my cheek. My cock did not need any more encouragement, as the little brain in my pants reacted to thoughts of how that clever tongue might entertain my manhood. To avoid embarrassment, I had shifted my hips back, trying to keep my hardness from brushing against Luci's groin. She was having none of that though. Her right hand snaked around my waist and pulled me tight against her. She began rotating her hips, rubbing against me. "I'm sorry..." I began as we broke the kiss to gasp for air. "Don't be silly," she replied, "I'm all over being upset, and maybe it's just the egg nog, but I like feeling how excited I made you." Shouted drunken singing seeping through the door reminded us that we were barely alone. This apparently gave Luci a sense of urgency, rather than the nervous doubt and fear of detection tempering my passion. She again pulled my face to hers, but she also slid her hand down my pants. As our tongues danced, Luci quickly fondled my ass, grinding her pelvis harder against my erection. Then, she shifted slightly so that, while still kissing, her hands fumbled with my belt and button. Suddenly, I felt cool air bathing my groin as my zipper parted. The strength of my arousal pushed my rod into Luci's fist, my underwear falling out of the way. Finally, she broke the kiss, and looked down at my cock. "It's a lot bigger than the other ones I've had," she said. She was so young, so sweet looking, that her matter of fact attitude had shocked me. "Have you had a lot?" I managed to stammer out as my member throbbed in her grip. "A few," she replied, then giggled. "Okay, maybe more than a few." "Then shut up and drop to your knees," I ordered, which was pretty dumb, given how I had entered the supply room in the first place to console her after she had been groped. I was amazed when she obeyed. "May I kiss it, sir?" she then had asked. She was looking straight up at me, our eyes locking together, her fist clenched at my root, the last few fingers warming my scrotum. "Only if right afterwards, you stick your tongue into my slit. I can feel precum leaking out already." Her tongue instinctively flicked out to wet her lips and her chin waggled as if nodding 'yes' to herself. Without another word, she bobbed her head down, opened her jaw wide and lowered her mouth over my weapon. Her teeth teased the sensitive skin that linked the underside of the tip to my shaft as her tongue twirled expertly around the rim. She nibbled at that tender area as well, just grazing the soft flesh above the hard rod. From that point onward, only her tongue, flat on the underside of the shaft, touched my flesh until she reached the root. She released her grip as she finally tightened her lips around the base of my manhood, shifting her hand back, or down, I really don't know which, but cupping my balls in her hand. She paused like that briefly, rolling the nuts in their sac, swallowing her own saliva mixed with just a tiny taste of precum as her breath bathed me. The sensation of my fluids leaking into her throat reminded me that she had not followed my instructions. I reached my hand over and tugged on her hair to get her attention as I said, "I thought I told you to stick your tongue in the slit." Luci managed to nod awkwardly, understandable since my length was still filling not only her mouth, but her throat as well. She straightened her spine, spitting me out of her jaw, giving me a lovely show of her tits shaking within the silly elf costume. I still recall thinking that next time, I had to tit fuck her, which was pretty presumptuous in the circumstances. In the early years of our courtship and marriage, I had enjoyed those puppies wrapped around my shaft regularly, but in recent years, I had hardly been allowed to take them out to play. That all lay in the future however, and at that fateful office Christmas party, Luci was enthused but anxious to fulfil both of us before we got discovered. Her tongue rolled as deep as possible into the pipe, drawing more precum into her mouth. As she did that, she worked her hand around the shaft like a fleshy tube, twisting and kneading me, while the fingers of the other hand began milking my balls. "Watch out of you'll get an eyeful. What kind of gift would that be?" I joked. "I'm not worried," she laughed, "I have better aim than that." Despite my earlier assertiveness, Luci reminded me that she had control firmly in her hands. "I'm not about to reappear with great gobs of goo dribbling off of my chin." Then, it was all quiet in the supply closet again as Luci took my head into her cheek, her lips firmly locked around the rim. She used her tongue to massage my meat and her teeth to tease the flesh. I felt my spine tingle, and then tense. Luci curled her baby finger up around behind where she had been stroking my balls with it, and without warning pierced my anal ring. Simultaneously, she released her restrictive grip on the base of my cock. At that time, no one had ever used that trick on me, but I had no time to register shock, since my load immediately burst out of my balls, exploding up my shaft. Since my mushroom was still in her mouth, Luci was able to start swallowing my seed without wasting a drop. She gulped away with passion that I had never seen in the few women who to that time had granted me lacklustre blowjobs. Meanwhile, she withdrew the finger after it had done its work on my prostate, and resumed kneading my scrotum, milking me dry. What's In the Big Box? Finally, my shaft spasmed and I felt one last chunk chug into Luci's cheeks. She slowly pulled her head back, allowing my deflating organ to exit her lips with a "plop". She smiled up at me. In the semi-darkness, I could make out that just a trace of my juices coated her lush lips. Her smile broadened as she released my cock from her grasp, and she dropped her lower jaw open. I saw that she had retained enough of my sperm in her mouth to cover her tongue, with strands dangling from teeth to cheeks. "Merry Christmas, now I dare you to kiss me," she chuckled, rising up from her haunches with elfin grace. "Well, we are still under the mistletoe," I replied, as she repeated her technique of drawing my face to hers with a hand behind the neck. Her tongue stabbed deep into my mouth, sharing my sweet saltiness back to me for the first time ever. I suppose that it was that moment that lead to me loving to eat Luci's pussy after filling it with cream over the following twenty years. I was not thinking twenty years ahead in that supply closet, however. My prick was stirring again, surging back enough to brush against the silly felt micro skirt of Luci's elf costume. My little brain did not care at all whether or not we had time for round two before someone noticed we were missing from the party. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. It was Bob. "Hey, you two, you better not be screwing in there." "Yeah, that's our room," Arlene added, slurring drunkenly. "So is this your mistletoe?" Luci asked Arlene as Bob opened the door, creating a diversion. Luci barely had time to tuck my cock in my underwear and roughly tug up my zipper. I turned my back to shield my undone belt as I fumbled with the buckle. As I turned to face the party, I saw stunned looks of genuine confusion on Bob and Arlene's faces, while Crispin, the slightly weird British exchange worker, was blushing crimson. Half a dozen of the female staff diverted their eyes as well, suggesting that Crispin's ploy had met with considerable success. Grabbing my hand, Luci dragged me into the light and said, "Isn't it time to open presents?" That jolted me back to reality, as I suddenly realized that present day Luci had just said the same thing, her fingers poised on the bow on the big box. "Where had you gone? You totally zoned out for a few minutes." "Ghosts of Christmas Past," I replied. "Thinking how you are even more beautiful today by the fire light than the first time, by the dim light in the supply room." She chuckled. "At least Bob and Arlene won't burst in on us tonight." "Geez! I knew I shouldn't have wrapped them up in that box!" Luci laughed harder than she had in years, falling prone onto the hearth rug. "Both of them? How kinky. You shouldn't have!" She rattled the box slightly, like a little kid, as she rose up off the floor "You must have had a hard time jamming them in, if they are any fatter than when we worked with them." "Speaking of Ghosts of Christmas Past, maybe you'd rather find Crispin in the box?" "Yuck, the idea of Crispin in any box of mine is almost as gross as thinking of that slimy old Big Boss of ours." "I thought from the blushing at that party over the mistletoe that he was quite the ladies' man." "Then you missed the shameful looks of four or five guys in the room, hon. Young Crispin swung both ways, and back then, it likely wasn't even safe sex. Ugh. No, you are the only man I need in my box, tonight or any other night, my dear." I could hardly believe my ears, but my cock seemed clear that it had heard right. Any hesitation in my hardness after the cavalcade of images -- Deanna with Wade, Deanna imagined with me, Luci the elf with me, even Luci imagined with Bob and Arlene - disappeared, and my wood strained in my pants again. I reached across and grasped Luci's fingers. "I love you more than ever for saying that, but I would never be afraid of sharing you, if that sparked up our sex lives." "Maybe fantasies are more fun than reality." Luci's fingers caressed my palm, sending currents of electricity surging through my body, all the way through my arm and shoulder, down my spine, and then up my shaft. Just like twenty years ago, I could feel my slit opening, precum dampening my underwear. She giggled, once again the girl in the elf costume. "Maybe the reality of you is better than what ever is inside the box, too." "There's nothing better than what's inside your box, sweetheart," I replied, shifting closer. Luci gave my joke more laughter than it deserved, causing her to sway back on her haunches. Since she was still holding my hand, this caused me to tumble down on top of her. "Oh, goodness, Santa, what did you bring me in your pants?" she giggled. "I brought an extra present, if you have an empty box." "Well, we did agree that I could open one present tonight," Luci agreed, reaching her hand in between our bodies to fumble my belt open, as awkwardly as in that supply closet so many Christmases ago. This time, however, there would be no one to knock on the door to interrupt. Once again, the pressure of my urgency aided her task, forcing the zipper open, and filling her palm with my meat. Luci's hand instinctively stroked me. I stayed quiet, suddenly realizing I was waiting to see whether she might moan Wade's name. I wondered whether or not I fear that or would secretly cheer it. Those thoughts did not last long, though, since my bigger brain function soon gave way to hip squirming lower brain activity. Luci helped out by flaring my pants open and flexing her hips so that I soon was naked from the waist to the knees, my erection rubbing against her panties. Her groin continued bumping up off of the floor, smashing my tip into the fabric. Since her eyes were glassy and out of focus, staring at the ceiling, I took charge, reaching a hand under my hip to rip her panties off. This proved harder than expected, since soaked wet cotton is tear resistant. The tugging forced the material deeper into her gash, making her writhe more vigourously, moaning loudly. "Yes, fuck me with your fingers, run my clit with your thumb," she commanded, and I obeyed, holding her labia open by extending my baby finger out on one edge, while curling the others halfway into a fist, allowing my thumb to stick up like a second cock, the side of my forefinger brushing inside the other lip. I started by thrusting my knuckles along her flesh, and then plunged the end of my thumb deep into her hole several strokes, before permitting the tip to come up underneath her clit, bobbling that pearly flesh upwards, while also stretching it away from its base. I then established a rhythm, rotating my thumb while easing it back and forth, causing Luci's love button to do a dance. Luci groaned, her hands leaving my hips so that she could rip open her blouse, buttons popping underneath the tree - one landing in the fireplace even. "That's it, fuck me harder. Use your whole fist," she growled. I stabbed at her clit with a few more thrusts of my thumb as I slowly clenched my fingers into a ball. "Oh, yeah, what a great fucking present in my box," Luci screamed as her pussy walls clamped down on my hand, seemingly drawing it into her womb. Soon, I was buried to my wrist, her pelvis twisting and lifting to meet each stroke. If any carollers had happened by, they would have easily heard her climax. Despite an orgasm so strong that I thought she was going to rip my arm off and keep my fist up her cunt, Luci wanted more. She barely paused to catch her breath, still gasping for air as she commanded; "Now I need your fucking fat love meat buried deep into my cunt, Santa." This triply shocked me. In recent years, Luci had always rolled away as soon as she came, as seldom as that was, occasionally even telling me "finish yourself if you must, I'm tired." Secondly, she had not used graphic language for years. It was like having kids had turned that elfin vixen of the supply closet into the Church Lady. And third, she never was this forceful. I eased my fist carefully out of her pussy, pausing to tickle her anus with my thumb, provoking a string of girlish giggles. "Oh, Santa likes the rear chimney?" she teased. "Have I been a naughty girl?" As she spoke, Luci scuttled towards me, using her heels and her hips, while at the same time reaching out to try to grab my cock and steer it towards her greedy cunt. She could not quite reach my lance, which was attempting to deny gravity with its urgent stiffness, but kept bobbing down towards the floor as I in turn tried my best to scuffle close enough to impale my wife. It seemed like my helmet was bobbling along Luci's thigh, leaking a snail rail of precum, for a long time, even though it was only seconds, I am sure. It gave me a good sense about soldiers in combat, crossing "No Man's Land"...the rush of excitement, the terror that you might explode before you reach your goal. "Are you ready for your gift?" I chimed. "Well, it feels like quite a lump, I hope it isn't just coal," Luci giggled back, her fist finally enclosing my shaft. "Ho, ho, no," I laughed, "Mrs. Claus has told Santa to institute a new gift idea for naughty girls, especially the ones not wearing stockings." "Oh, fuck Mrs. Claus," Luci laughed, tugging me closer, my tip bumping up against her inner lips as she shifted her thighs wider. This caused my left hand, which had been using her shoulder for leverage to slip down and cup her tit, my fingers instinctively clamping around her erect nipple, which rose even higher in response. Accepting the unspoken invitation, I quickly twisted the nub and pulled it away from Luci's breast, making her gasp with painful pleasure. "Oh, kinky, you like to watch?" I asked which suddenly caused images of her watching Wade and Deanna back into my brain. This just made my cock throb stiffer as I pictured Luci slipping one hand into lacy panties, the other abusing the same nipple that I was exciting. Of course, my imagination also supplied a pretty picture of Deanna's tanned naked tits rising rapidly in response to Wade's studly thrusts. In my mind, she had cherry red nipples, three quarters of an inch long, erect enough to scratch Wade's chest, as his body builder's pecs brushed her flesh. These images automatically hardened my shaft even more and at the same time, caused my hips to thrust feverishly to meet Luci's bounces up off the hardwood. She was roaring with excitement. From the way that her abdominal muscles were clamping around my cock, and her sphincter was clenched about my finger, her climax was a long series of waves of orgasm. Apparently she was enjoying similar fantasies, since just as my load exploded into her cavity, Luci screamed "Ohhhhh, Waaaadeeee......" What I heard then instantly deflated my cock. It was Wade, asking "What's in the big box...?" Luci screamed again, this time not in joy, and, grabbing her clothes, ran towards her room, apparently ashamed at what she had revealed, and that her son had heard her. Before she got down the hall, though, she stumbled over the threshold to the kitchen area. She had to grab the counter to steady herself. "What are you doing here?" Luci asked. "Deanna and I got sent home by her parents after we were caught naked in the public hot tub with a pair of Swedish twins and a male Austrian ski instructor." Wade explained. "To hell with what's in the gift box, son, I think your Mom needs you in her box," I startled myself by saying. "Well, she is under the mistletoe," Wade agreed. I glanced up and saw that someone had indeed taped a sprig of holiday décor in the archway. He moved boldly, not giving his Mom a chance to object. He gathered her deep into his chiselled arms and chest, her face buried against his torso. She sobbed slightly, gasping, "this is so wrong." "Hush, enjoy this gift," Wade sounded mature beyond his years. He gently tilted Luci's chin upwards with just the edge of one finger. "Merry Christmas, Mom," he continued, bending to kiss her in an adult manner. Her hesitancy dissolved as their lips met, church bells beginning to chime midnight. As Christmas officially began, their tongues intertwined, and before the last peel of bells, Luci had totally overcome her shame and doubt. Her hands were busy undoing her son's belt, and unzipping his jeans. The pants fell smoothly to the floor and our son kicked them off like a practiced cocksman while his mother began rubbing his already stiff cock through his boxers. I watched, stunned, my cock already rapidly inflating afresh. "I think this is okay with Dad," Wade suggested as he broke the lip lock and glanced my way. "I know something that would make his Christmas even merrier." It was Deanna's voice. I had not noticed that she was in the room. I turned and saw that she was sprawled on the sofa; her heavy coat tossed open, but otherwise still clothed. Her legs however were sprawled wide open, and her hand was busily burrowing up her mini skirt. As I watched, she used her free hand to lift the skirt higher. I saw that she had ripped her panties in her feverish excitement. Two fingers were plunging cocklike into the depths of her pussy, as her thumb made her swollen clit dance. "Would you like some of that, Dad?" Wade asked. I glanced back towards the kitchen. He had his hands cupped around his Mom's naked ass, grinding his hardness against her bare belly. Even at a distance, I could see that a fresh flow of fluid was leaking from her cunt, glistening on her thighs. "I must be dreaming," was all I could say, as Deanna wriggled out of her white cashmere turtleneck sweater, still in her heavy wool coat. She did not wear, or need, a bra. Her perfectly tanned tots stared directly at me. Her nipples looked like smoky quartz, and were just as hard. She slowly rubbed her fingers across the surface as she licked her lips, locking eyes with me. "Well, you're no fairy, sugar plum," Luci giggled, breaking the spell just for a moment. "And by the looks of that erection, you like what you see, and want some of Deanna," Wade added. I tore my eyes off of Deanna just long enough to see that my wife had dropped to her knees and had her son's cock firmly in hand. "You better kiss that. You're still under the mistletoe," I thought out loud. Luci's tongue flicked across her lips, moistening them as she bobbed her head forward. She ran the flat of her tongue once all over our son's mushroom, and then swallowed his length in one gulp. She proceeded to bob up and down, taking his entire shaft on each pass, but at the same time, caressing the rod with her fist in a corkscrewing motion. Her other hand slid inside Wade's legs, grasping his already tight ball sac. I knew if he and Deanna had been watching us fuck, that he would not last long. As much as I wanted to see whether Luci would take Wade's load in her mouth or save it to fill her already puffy pussy, Deanna was purring over on the couch, wanting some attention. I stepped in her direction. "Hmmm, I see that Wade gets more than his good looks from you, Dad...can I call you Dad?" Deanna said as she leaned forward and dragged me closer, using my cock as a handle. "Daddy has a great fat cock just like his son." Deanna did not deep throat me like Luci had done to our son. Instead, she teased the gaping slit on my cockhead with just the very tip of her tongue, but then proceeded to bath my shaft, still spunky with Luci's drying remnants, rolling the flesh on her oral organ. I steadied myself by propping my left knee on the couch between her knees, enjoying her warm breath on my balls as she licked all around my root. "You can come in my mouth later, I need your cock in my pussy right now," I heard Luci saying to Wade behind me, but I was too busy bending over to tweak Deanna's nipples to turn right away. "Oh, Daddy, will you fuck me too, just like Wade is fucking his Mommy?" Deanna cooed. She lifted my shaft up against my stomach, leaned forward, and ran her tongue in one long slow motion up the underside, pausing only to wrap it around the bottom of the helmet, and toy with the soft flap with the edges of her tiny teeth. I turned only my head, so that I could see Wade's prick pushing into the womb that had given him life years ago. He had lifted his mother up onto the kitchen counter, and she was drawing him in with her ankles locked behind his hips. A far as I knew, this was the first cock besides mine Luci had enjoyed in twenty years, but clearly she was ready. "That's it, fuck me, just like Santa Daddy just did." Luci screamed. At that point, my attention was literally dragged back to Deanna, as she fell backwards to lie on her back on the couch, but never released her grip on my tool, pulling me down on top of her. "But I don't have any rubbers," I warned. "That's okay, Daddy, I've never had unprotected sex with anyone but Wade," Deanna assured me, even as she wriggled her hips to insert my tip into her labia, "and I'm already pregnant. That's right, Daddy, you are about to fuck your future daughter, and you are going to be a grandpa." "That's...great....news..." Luci panted between grunts. From the sounds, I knew her ass must be sliding on the granite countertop under her son, his fat cock ploughing deep into her. "I hope that it's a grandson so that he grows up to have a nice juicy cock like his Daddy and Grand daddy, so that in twenty years, he can be my Christmas present too." "Well, if it's a girl, you can always just eat their cream out of her pussy, like I'm going to do to you in a few minutes" Deanna suggested to Luci, her hips bumping up off the sofa as I caressed her heaving tits, my shaft fully buried inside of her. "I bet Wade comes really quickly. We were watching a long time, and he's a fast charger at best," Deanna whispered to me as I leaned down to nibble the point of her shoulder and lick across to her chest, aiming to chew tenderly on a nipple or two. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, come in me," Luci screamed louder than I had ever made her cry. "Merry Fucking Christmas, I'm coming already." Deanna joined in. "Fuck me Daddy," she demanded as her pussy walls clamped around my cock, slowing my strokes even as her hips rose more quickly towards me. "I'm coming," Wade exclaimed. Being older, and having come already, my orgasm was last, triggered by my future daughter jabbing her thumb into my rectum, probing my prostate gland. As soon as that happened, a gush of goo flooded her pulsating box. As my girth faltered, she sighed and sank back onto the fabric. "Aftershocks," Deanna cooed. I rolled down onto the floor, which turned me to see that Wade had buried his face in Luci's wet cunt, eating his own gism out of his mother. "Leave that for me," Deanna called, recovering already. As she bounced up off the couch, I could see that her juices, mixed with mine, were still flowing down her inner thighs. Luci slipped carefully off the counter and met Deanna beneath the mistletoe, where they kissed passionately, leaving Wade and I as helpless onlookers. Luci then led Deanna to the fireplace rug, where my adventures with Luci had begun not that long before. The two women collapsed, with Luci on top, their respective faces buried in each other's private parts, carpet munching as if they had been doing it all their lives, which I was pretty sure was not true about my wife, though Deanna's comments had suggested willingness based on experience. Unlike a porn movie, however, neither Wade nor I could see much, so we each sank into a chair and relaxed as the woman ate each other into a long chain of orgasms. The climaxes were more subdued, and eventually, I drifted off, as I heard the gals finish, as Deanna recovered and asked Luci "so, what's in the box?" What's In the Big Box? The last thing I heard was Luci reply, "Santa already brought me enough for one night."