5 comments/ 64002 views/ 2 favorites Pussy Pact By: Desdmona I don’t always drink. In fact, I only drink on special occasions, like weddings, funerals, reunions, bridal showers, birthday parties, picnics, barbecues, New Years Eve, Groundhog day, summer solstice, or any occasion where every gossiping aunt, redneck uncle and third cousin twice-removed converge to tell you how you’ve aged, how much weight you’ve gained, and generally how much better off they are than you. Tonight’s occasion happened to be a bachelorette party for my friend Bambi. Her name is really Barbara but we call her Bambi because she could be Playboy’s playmate of the year. She is gorgeous in a young Elizabeth Taylor kind of way. She has great hair, great skin, a great body, and a great smile, and her hobbies include making balloon animals and solving world hunger. By all rights I should hate her, except she’s the nicest girl you’d ever want to meet. She’d finally found Mr. Right, so it was a good cause for a celebration. When I left home earlier and said goodbye to my husband, I had no idea just how celebratory we would get. I’d told John that Jenny had arranged for a stripper and I was responsible for getting everyone smashed. With the combination of booze and a mostly naked man, the promise of decadence was nearly guaranteed, but I don’t think any of us knew how far things would go. Like I said, I’m not a drinker, but I’d found a recipe for a drink called, “Code Blue” which sounded perfect for our group. It was part every clear liquor in the cabinet, part Blue Curraco (for color) and a dash of soda to slightly temper its proof percentage. After two drinks, everyone was feeling pretty good, by the time we’d hit four, we were numb. I don’t remember if anyone had a fifth. Afterwards, none of us were fit to drive, including me, so we’d called a cab to escort us home. I was the last one on the route. The driver, Beelzebub, as I affectionately penned him, seemed overly grateful to be finished with this call. I’d barely stumbled from his cab before he screeched away. I looked around just to make sure it was my driveway. It was late and very dark, but I recognized the flowerpot by my front door. It stood like a centurion, guarding my house in a colorful, perfumery sort of way. I serpentined my way up the lawn, avoiding dangerous sprinklers and threatening landscaping before heading for the flowerpot. It seemed as good a focal point as any. Unfortunately, when I approached, it charged me, and I tripped. My keys went flying out of my hand. It must have been a guardian angel that directed them to the porch. I quickly apologized to the flowerpot and found my way to the front door. I fumbled with the keys, which were intolerably loud, and I “shushed” them several times. The damn key just wouldn’t fit properly in the hole. “Don’t you hate when it won’t fit in the hole?” I said to the centurion flowerpot and then sniggered. Exasperated, I tried the doorknob; it was blessedly unlocked. I offered up a silent prayer to John, “Thank-you husband for being so wise and brave and for having the foresight to leave the door unlocked.” My mouth was dry and my head was starting to ache. I found my way into the kitchen and grabbed the aspirin out of the cabinet. The bottle must have been magnetized because it brought down every other pill bottle in the cabinet along with it. After three swallows, the bitter taste of soggy aspirin stuck in the back of my throat like sludge in a clogged drain. If only I had another Code Blue to take the taste away! In stealth mode, I tiptoed back to the bedroom. I wrestled with my blouse a couple of minutes, grunting as I tried to get it over my head. I had forgotten it was a button-down, but I finally won the battle and tossed it in the direction of the chair. I unsnapped my bra with mild success, success being gauged by uttering, “Oh, fuck,” only once. I threw it in the same general direction as the blouse. Next, I wiggled out of my jeans, letting them lie in a heap at my feet. Stepping out of them was an achievement I should have gotten a plaque for: “And now presenting to Kathy Jacoby for effort beyond human capability...” I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. I slipped under the cool sheets, let my head fall back against the pillow, and sighed a sigh of great accomplishment. “So, how was the party?” I jerked up in a panic. “Oh shit, John! I thought you were sleeping.” “Darling, I would have to be in a coma to still be sleeping at this point.” “I was being quiet,” I said with the confidence only a drunk could muster. “Kath, honey, kids at a carnival would have been quieter.” John leaned over and switched the lamp on. As he stretched towards the lamp, I stared at his naked back, preoccupied by the little dip above his ass, in the small of his back. He lay back too quickly for me to see if he was completely naked. I rested on my elbow. The sheet had fallen down around my waist, or maybe I had pushed it down. I couldn’t be sure which, I was burning up, and my cognitive powers weren’t exactly at peak performance. John smiled at me and let his gaze slide down my bare chest. Milliseconds before he spoke, I saw the look of horror come over his face. John’s eyes bulged and his mouth gaped open like he’d just swallowed a jar of jalapenos, as he stared at my left breast. “What the hell is on your tit?” He didn’t sound angry, though I did recognize a proprietary edge to his voice. I had forgotten about the bite. “Uh, it’s nothing, honey. Thor just bit me.” I fingered the bite mark; he had actually broken the skin. I remembered it hurting when his mouth clamped down, but I hadn’t suspected a real wound. “Thor? Who the hell is Thor?” John bellowed before relaxing just a little. I suppose the idea of being a snack for a Norse God wasn’t as threatening as being mauled by a simple man. “Thor is the name of the stripper.” John smirked. “He really called himself Thor?” “Uh, huh!” I burst into a fit of giggles. John carefully tried to keep a straight face but a crack of a smile teased at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not sure I like a stripper named Thor biting my wife’s tit!” The proprietary edge was back. I kind of liked it. I fell back to the bed and reached out to pat him, missing him by only two inches. “No need to get all caveman on me, Johnny. It wasn’t a sexual bite. I think he was trying to punish me.” I giggled again, remembering Thor’s arrival to the party. “He rode up on a Harley. He was dressed in black leather with silver chains going up his legs, and blond hair down to his waist. And not a single tattoo.” “I’m not feeling better about this, Kath.” John tried to look serious, attempting a real furrowed brow. He reminded me of an elementary teacher that had found me sitting on top of the stalls in the girls bathroom; when she’d asked me what I thought I was doing, I’d told her I was mastering peeing from the second floor. She’d had that same look of attempting to be stern but not quite pulling it off. I was laughing hysterically as I tried to explain. “John, it was so funny. He brought his own boom box. I happened to be sitting by the table when he set it down.” I tried to keep from laughing but I couldn’t get the picture of buffed up Thor struggling with a portable tape player as if it held the mysteries of the world within its depths. I went on. “He didn’t know how to turn the damn thing on. He turned it every which way, looking for the on switch. I finally had to show him.” “So he bit you?” “Well not til later. But I think he bit me because of what I said.” “What did you say?” “I told him I hoped he was better at turning us on with his strip act than he was at turning on small appliances. Can you imagine, John, he didn’t think it was funny at all? Of course I can’t be sure he understood what I meant, he did have the look of a five-year-old when asked to explain Quantum Physics. I thought it was hysterical,” then and now. I was still giggling. John leaned over and touched the bite mark, then slid his finger down to my nipple. He circled it slowly and traced back up to the mark. He idly repeated this trail several times, waiting for me to go on with the story. I couldn’t think about talking just yet. I was thoroughly aroused from the evening, and John was managing to stoke the fire that was smoldering. I lay back, cerebrally urging John to keep it up, and hoping he understood my mental telepathy. My mind wandered as his fingers kept up their diligent effort. When he pinched my nipple, it reminded me what Jenny had shown us tonight. “Do you know Jenny has a pierced nipple? “Jenny Baker? Mike’s wife?” “Uh-huh, she showed it to me and a couple of others. It was sexy as hell, John. I think I might get it done.” “Could you wait until you’re sober to make a decision like that? Besides it might get in my way when I want to do things like this...” John clamped his mouth down over my left nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth. His tongue managed to fold itself around the tip as he sucked. I thought I would die, it felt so good. When I moaned, he let loose and grabbed my right breast, repeating the same sucking feat. “Tell me more about the party,” he mumbled around my nipple, vibrating the tip as he spoke. “God, John, I don’t want to talk.” “Tell me or I’ll quit.” John pulled his mouth away to emphasize his threat. “OK, OK, only don’t stop, Johnny. Suck my titties, please?” It was when I said the word ‘titties’ that I knew John was naked. His penis bounded up against my thigh, on full alert, in case we reached Defcon 5. John liked it when I used dirty words, and they came easy to me whenever I drank. “You talk, I’ll suck.” He latched on to a nipple again and gingerly began to suck, nice little tugs that were just enough to keep my nipples stiff, while I tried to tell him about the party. “Well, Thor didn’t arrive until nearly everyone was plastered from the Code Blue’s. Great drinks by the way.” John grunted. I went on. “We sat around the room in a ceremonial-sacrificial kind of way with Bambi in a chair in the middle. He started his act, with the canned stripper music. Of course we egged him on. Thor was gyrating, and thrusting his crotch into Bambi’s face. He would remove a piece of clothing and then straddle her again. You know those stripper’s sure are flexible.” John’s tongue was pleasantly torturing my nipples and I was having a terrible time keeping my mind on track. But when I stopped talking, he stopped sucking and licking. So I kept on. “Finally, he was down to just a G-string. He pushed away from Bambi and made his way around the room, so that everyone could put money in the string. That’s when he came over to me, straddled me, did a little lap dance, bent over, peeked down my blouse, and bit me.” “Like this?” John clamped down and bit. Enough electricity shot through me, that I could have single-handedly solved California’s blackouts. “Damn, John, Damn, that feels so good, do it again. Do it again!” I begged. I couldn’t believe how incredible a little pain mixed with pleasure felt. “Oh, it didn’t feel like this when he did it.” I was nearly panting. “Don’t stop now, baby, tell me the rest.” I loved it when John called me baby. “I-I, where was I? Oh yeah, um, well, Thor went back to Bambi, um, did I tell you that Bambi was really drunk by then too? Well, she was. Um, so then...” I was wrestling with the idea of telling John the truth. With his mouth giving its fine performance, I decided to go for excitement, and forged ahead. “Thor managed to unbutton Bambi’s blouse...” I started to giggle. “Don’t you think it sounds like a pornographic Disney story, Thor and Bambi?” “Don’t you dare change the subject now, Kathy,” John demanded. His cock was hard and digging into my leg. I suddenly imagined a coal miner with a helmet and a light digging for treasure. I couldn’t wait to tell him the rest, just to see his reaction, when he hit pay dirt. He licked down my stomach and twirled his tongue in my belly button, and I forgot all about the coal miner image. He nudged me to continue. “Uh, let’s see, oh yeah, Thor managed to get Bambi’s blouse completely off and then he rubbed his G-string covered cock against her cleavage.” John climbed between my legs and yanked my panties down. He teased all around my exposed mound with his lips before finally sticking his tongue between the folds of my pussy. I continued my tale like a kind of weird sexual chant. “Bambi managed to get her hands behind Thor, and she slipped his G-string down. His very hard dick popped out and fell against her cleavage. Thor leaned up against her and his cock slipped between her tits. The next thing we knew he had reached around and unsnapped her bra and flung it over his shoulder.” John’s head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box that had been wound to the point of exploding. “What? Are you telling me she was topless?” “Uh-huh. She titty-fucked him right there in front of all of us. And damn was it hot!” “No wonder you’re so slopping wet.” John knows just how much of a voyeur I am. He’d taken advantage of that fact on many occasions, like the time we sat in a restaurant, and John picked out a particularly amorous couple. He made up a whole story about how they fucked. With the help of the couple, who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, I envisioned the whole thing. John knew I was wet, but found his way under the table to find out for sure. “Ooh, John I remembered every detail just so I could tell you. Bambi has huge tits, of course you knew that, but I bet you didn’t know she’s got the largest nipples I’ve ever seen. Her areolas are as big as the palm of my hand.” I held up my hand, showed my palm to John, then brought it to my mouth and licked it suggestively. John gulped and was speechless. I knew I had him now, so I went on. “Thor slid his dick up and down, so you could see it pop up between her tits and then slip down, hidden between them again, over and over. With our encouragement, Bambi finally bent her head down and caught his cock in her mouth every time it came up.” John was stunned. He just stared up at me, propped up on his extended arms. I could see his engorged cock bobbing up and down between our bodies. He finally found his voice. “She gave him a blow-job?” “Yep, right there in front of God and everybody.” “Well, I’ll be damned! What do you think the groom is going to say about that?” “We weren’t thinking about that right at that moment, Oh, but John, you can’t tell him. You can’t tell anyone I told you anything. We made a pact.” “What kind of a pact?” “We called it a pussy pact.” I could see John’s wheels turning. He was so aroused the vein in his forehead throbbed. In the recesses of his mind, I was sure he had flashes of old “B” movies with Amazon tribes and the sacrificing of virgins. “What is a pussy pact?” He could barely get the words out. “Um, are you sure you want to know, Johnny?” He gurgled in response, like a man choking on a sexual milkshake and thankful for its creaminess. I lifted my hips up in a pretense to get comfortable and let my pubic hair tease at his chin before I continued. “We had to reach down our pants and swipe at our pussies. If we were wet, which everybody was, we had to bring our finger out soaked, and then we interlocked our fingers with one another, and swore we would never tell a soul.” John stared at me in shock. He couldn’t talk, but he didn’t need to- his penis was talking for him. It knocked at my leg, like a panicked Avon lady trying to make a sell. My inner thigh was slathered with his pre-cum. I waited for him to say something, but he kept staring. He stared until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I burst into laughter. I laughed and looked at John and then laughed some more. Finally, he spoke. “Oh my god, you were lying.” He shook his head and laughed with me. “I can’t believe it! You really had me going. I oughta smack your ass for that!” John grabbed my hips as if to turn me over, but instead he slid his hands over my thighs and spread me open wide. He rose up further. I watched as he grabbed his penis, stroking it once for good measure. He guided it to my hole and smacked the phallic head against my swollen clitoris before thrusting in hard. My pussy was sopping wet and sap spurt out around his cock when he jammed inside. He pulled out and then slammed back in. The sound of slapping bodies and saturated sex echoed in the room. Neither of us needed much to climax. I had been wet all evening and he was hard as stone from my story. I wound my legs up around his hips and he ground down against me. We moved together in a perfect fuck. When it was over, he lay down on me, and we rubbed our slippery pudenda together, enjoying the gooey mess that was ours. Minutes ticked by before John whispered. “You were lying, weren’t you Kath?” I just laughed. Pussy Palace The twins could see the distant vehicle coming up the mountain road towards the house. They looked at each other, grinning. "What do you think he'll be like?" said Anne. Her sister snorted. "Much like last time, but four years older. How the hell would I know?" "He was good-looking then. He's nineteen, now." Anne glanced across at Beth. "I wonder if he's got a steady girlfriend." "What difference would that make?" said Beth, sipping at her can of soda. "He might be a good fuck," said Anne, her air innocent, giggling as her sister snorted soda down her nose, coughing and spluttering. "You'd fuck him?" said Beth, curious, once she'd regained control of herself. "Wouldn't you?" Anne raised one eyebrow in query. Beth shrugged. "Maybe." "Come on, you're like a mother bear with cubs since Charlie went off to college. Pricklier than a porcupine, too." Beth made a face. "I miss his lovely prick. Like you miss Dave's, too, I'd say." Anne sighed. "No contest, sis." "So what are we going to do? Double-team him?" Beth said, her tone light. Her sister stared at her for a long moment. "Are you serious, sis? Because if you are, I think that might just be the best fucking idea you've had in ages!" said Anne. "You'd fuck him with me there?" said Beth, a strange note in her voice. "Yes, because I want to see it happen when you fuck him." Anne gave Beth a wry look. "I know what it feels like. I'd like to know what it looks like." "You've seen porn flicks, surely. Charlie had some, so I'd expect Dave did?" "Yes, but it's not the same. It needs the sounds, and the warmth, and the smell." "Yeah! Sweat and pussy juice and grunts and groans and lovely jizz!" "How? Mom and Dad might hear if we fuck him in the house," said Anne. "I know how noisy you are with Charlie." "You were listening?" Anne laughed. "Heck, sis, you were just next door, and those walls aren't that thick!" "I suppose not. If it was summer, we could take him down to the pond," said Beth. "Persuade him to go skinny-dipping." She laughed. "It wouldn't be difficult. If I remember right he was always trying to catch us naked last time he was here." "He was only fifteen, then. All acne and raging hormones." Anne laughed. "Just like us!" Beth sighed. "But it isn't summer, is it? It's December and it's too fucking cold to go skinny-dipping." She looked across at Anne. "So? Any ideas?" Anne shrugged. "Dunno, sis. You?" Beth shook her head. "Not one. Unless we can borrow a van with a good heater, and a big sleeping-bag that would take three." "A couple of duvets would be better - a bag might be too restrictive. Not likely to happen, because no-one we know has a van big enough, do they? Beth? What are you looking at?" "Aunt Mary and Jeff's car, except it isn't a car, it's a pickup, and if I'm not mistaken, it has one of those crew cabs with a bench seat behind the driver." The twins looked at each other, and anyone seeing them would know instantly that a similar thought had occurred in each curly red head. "Might be room for three." "If we can persuade him to take us out for a run?" "I would expect Aunt Mary will be catching up on the gossip with Mom and Dad. I know they take turns to phone each other every week, but it's been four years since they were actually here." "It feels longer. Come on, we'd better tell Mom." * As they turned the final bend in the mountain road leading to their destination, Jeff Allan glanced across at his mother, Mary. "Almost there, Mom." Mary smiled across at her son. "So I see. I've been looking forward so much to this visit. It seems much longer than four years since I saw your Aunt Susan in person." "You're a busy lady." "True, but I'm so pleased that for the first time in four years I don't actually have to work through Christmas." Jeff laughed. "I'm kinda pleased myself, Mom. I love it up here." "Me too. At least it hasn't snowed too much, and there's none forecast while we're here." "Just as well, or we'd never have made it." "Oh, I don't know. This mobile pussy palace of yours does at least have four-wheel drive." "Mom!" "Jeff, I know you and Claire are lovers. I imagine the back seat gets a good workout those Saturday nights when you're late home." Jeff glanced across at his mother, but she was smiling. "You don't mind?" Mary reached across and touched his arm. "Jeff, honey, hormones run riot at your age. I was the same. I know I probably shouldn't admit this, but I was no scared virgin when I met your Dad. One thing I will ask you. No, two." "What?" "You and Claire do take precautions, don't you?" "Yes, Mom, we do. Claire's on the pill, but we use condoms as well, sometimes. That's one question, Mom. What's the other?" "You don't take her anywhere the two of you could be disturbed? Maybe by some sicko?" "Mom, absolutely, definitely, not. It's usually in Claire's bed, when her Mom and Dad are out dancing. Claire said her Mom was asking the same questions. I don't think she objects, as long as we're careful, and discreet." "Sensible woman, Jenny Toms." Mary chuckled. "As horny as me when we were younger." "They're having Christmas at Claire's Grandma's place." "She didn't mind you bringing me up here?" "No, Mom, because we're both due home on the 28th, so we both have the same family bit to handle." "Handle, Jeff Allan?" Jeff laughed. "Sorry, Mom. Poor choice of word." "And you're the one who wants to be a writer," said Mary, laughing. "Poor choices get edited out, Mom. You know that." "True, but there's no time to edit in speech." Mary sobered. "As we all discover sometimes." "Hey, look, Mom. They're all outside waiting for us!" The next few minutes were a blur of greetings, hugs, kisses, unpacking luggage, showing guests to bedrooms and general 'families re-united' mayhem. When they'd had time to sort themselves out, the two family groups met up in the big living-room of the Miller home. Three couches formed a big 'U' around the fire. Jeff and Mary sat facing Jack and Sue, the twins together on the third couch. Sue had made fresh coffee and they all had a cup to hand. "So," said Jack, "what was the journey like? Much traffic?" "Not once we left the freeway, Uncle Jack. Pretty quiet after that." "Are you two tired? No? Because, if not, we thought we'd go to the carol service in town, at the church. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the deadly duo have asked me if it's okay for them to show Jeff around. That's if he wants to be shown around. Shown off to their friends, more like." "Daddy!" protested Beth. Jeff looked across at the twins. He'd had a hard job not to let his jaw drop when he saw them. Four years had turned a couple of tomboys into elegant young women. Both had softly curling dark-red hair which framed oval faces, each with a straight nose and full lips. Kissable lips, Jeff thought. And they each had a to-die-for body, he figured, although their loose sweaters and jeans didn't exactly reveal. "I'm more than happy to be shown around by Beth and Anne," said Jeff. "Do we have any sort of timetable?" "Only for dinner. Seven sharp. Apart from that, the day's yours, the three of you. You can come home for lunch, but you'll have to get it yourself, or Beth and Anne can take you somewhere." "Can we use your pickup, Jeff?" said Anne. "Neat set of wheels!" "Sure, if Mom doesn't need it to take her anywhere." Mary shook her head. "No, son, you take it. Anywhere I go while we're here, I'll be with your Aunt Sue and your Uncle Jack." "Great," said Anne. "Straight after breakfast, Jeff? Is that okay?" "Fine by me." "That's tomorrow," said Jack. "Tonight, the carol service starts at seven, finishes at nine. It's four now, and we'll need to be away by about six-fifteen. Sue has made a load of sandwiches, and we've got potato chips and all sorts of nuts and pretzels, so I suggest we take ourselves through and just have ourselves a face-stuffing and chat, catch up with each other for a while." "Sounds like a plan, Jack," said Mary. Jeff had a twin at either hand as they ate, and he was kept busy answering questions about college, what he'd been doing for the last four years, where he wanted to be, the usual family catch-up. They all separated to freshen up before leaving for the carol service and Beth and Anne had a chance for a private chat. "What d'you think?" said Anne. "Fuckworthy?" "Are you kidding? My panties are wet just thinking about it. Cousin Jeff has turned into a serious piece of man." "You are so right! I wish his jeans were a bit tighter. I was trying to get a glimpse of what he's packing in there, but I couldn't." Anne laughed. "At least, not without getting up and holding him still, so I could look." "And I could just see Mom's face if you did that." "Come on, time to go. Shall we see if we can ride with Jeff? We might be able to sow some seeds." "Good thinking, sis. Let's do that." When the twins rejoined the others, they found they didn't need any subterfuge, as it had already been agreed by the adults that Jeff would drive the twins to the service, and the others would go in Jack's jeep. "If we get separated in traffic, or anything, we'll see you at the church," said Jack, "at ten to seven. If we're not there, go inside. It's cold. It doesn't really matter if we're not sitting together, does it?" "I guess not," said Beth. "Okay, Jeff, let's go see these wheels of yours." Outside, Jeff opened the door so that the twins could scramble in. Beth next to Jeff in the front seats, Anne on the bench in the back. Jeff waited a moment until Beth and Anne had their seatbelts sorted before he started the engine. "This is cool, Jeff." "I like it." "I'll bet," said Beth. "Jeff, mind if I ask you a question? It's kinda personal." Jeff glanced across at his cousin as he manoeuvred the pickup out of the yard, following Jack's Jeep. "I don't mind. Ask away." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yep, her name's Claire." "Is she a good fuck?" said Beth, quietly. The question hung in the silence, broken only by the noise of the pickup. "I beg your pardon?" said Jeff, carefully. "You heard," said Beth, her voice soft. "I asked if she was a good fuck." There was another silence before Jeff spoke. "Yes, she is. Very good." "Are you missing her?" "Of course." "Would a substitute fuck-buddy be of any interest?" said Beth, her air innocent. There was no answer for a moment as Jeff negotiated a turn, then he glanced across at Beth. "You?" he said. Beth nodded. "Me." "And me," said Anne, grinning at the startled Jeff. "Whoa," said Jeff. "Are you both telling me you want me to fuck you?" "Yes," said Beth. "Because our boyfriends are away at college." "And they're not coming home for Christmas," added Anne. "And we miss them ... " " ... because we get horny ... " " ... not to mention frustrated ... " " ... so we thought that maybe ... " " ... just maybe ... " " ... you could help us out, and have fun yourself." Anne looked across. "What do you think?" Jeff laughed. "I think you're both mad," he said, grinning. His grin faded. "And I'd love to." "Great!" said Beth, stretching across to kiss his cheek. She and Anne gave the high five. "Question," said Jeff. "What?" "Both together, or separate encounters?" "Got a preference?" Beth was grinning. "Both?" "Done!" said Anne. "But we have a problem." "We can't do it in the house, perhaps?" said Jeff. "Precisely," said Anne. "So we need the pussy palace." "The what?" said Beth. "Pussy palace. That's what Mom calls the pickup." "You're kidding!" "No. She knows Claire and I are lovers, she guessed that sometimes the bench in the back is used by us for purposes other than just sitting on it." "And is it?" "Sometimes, yes, but her folks are out often enough that we can use her bed." Jeff glanced across at the eager twins. "I keep two big duvets in the locker under the seat." "Cunning," said Anne. "I like it!" "So, tomorrow," said Jeff, "when you're 'showing me around'?" "Yes?" "You're actually showing me you?" "All of me," said Beth. "And all of me," said Anne. "Will I survive?" said Jeff, not sounding in the least worried about his fate. "You might," said Anne. "And then, you might not," added Beth. "Where?" said Jeff. "Where do we take the pickup, you mean?" Beth raised her eyebrows in query. Jeff nodded. "There's a fire road, a mile or two past the ranch. About a mile in, there's a natural clearing. We'll go there." "Sounds good. Hang on, your Dad's turning, don't want to lose him." "We're nearly there anyway. Look, you can see the church through the trees." The carol service was fun, the congregation joining in with enthusiasm and in a lot of cases, good voices. Halfway through, the pastor made a brief speech of welcome, gave a brief sermon about Christmas, and then they sang on. After the service, people were milling about in the square, chatting, making plans, renewing friendships. Jeff, Beth and Anne lost sight of the others for a few minutes, until Sue wriggled through the crowd towards them. "Whew. I didn't know we had so many people in town! Look, you three go on ahead. Your Dad has to sort something out with Archie Zelnak. It won't take long, but there's no point in waiting when you have your own transport. There are some chestnuts in the larder, so why don't you start them roasting. Your Dad says have a beer each, but no more 'cos he's got them counted. Okay?" "Okay, Mom," said Beth. "See you back home." In the pickup, once they were on the road back to the ranch, Beth sighed. "What's up, sis?" said Anne, this time sitting next to Jeff. "I wish we knew how long they'll be. We daren't start any fun, 'cos with our luck they'll come home and catch us in the act." "Never mind," said Jeff. "It all builds up the anticipation." He chuckled. "What?" said Anne. "I was thinking about it in the church. I had to force myself to concentrate on that fat lady's hat otherwise I think I'd have embarrassed myself." Beth giggled, and Anne flashed her a grin. "Um, woody trouble?" she asked innocently. Jeff nodded, a wry grin on his face. "Exactly." "Poor boy. Never mind, tomorrow you'll have somewhere nice and warm and wet for your woody." "I can hardly wait," said Jeff. "And now, please change the subject before I get so uncomfortable I can't drive!" Back at the ranch they shed their outer clothes. Beth and Anne started the chestnuts roasting, and then got three beers out. They'd hardly started on them before the three adults returned. Jeff and the twins exchanged wry looks. As well they hadn't tried anything. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly until at around eleven Jeff stood. "If I'm driving Beth and Anne around tomorrow, I think I'd better get some sleep, so I'll wish you all good night." Jack nodded. "Good thinking. Okay, Jeff, see you in the morning. Breakfast at eight suit you?" "Fine, Uncle Jack." "What about you two?" "Eight's great, Dad. I think I'll hit the sack, too," said Beth. "Me too." Anne stood and stretched. "See you in the morning." Jeff's guest room had a bathroom which he shared with his mother, but Mary was still chatting to her sister and brother, and he was soon ready for bed. As at home, he decided to sleep naked, and was just about to switch off the bedside lamp when there was a soft tap at the door. "Yes?" "It's us, Jeff. Can we come in?" "Sure." The door opened, and Beth and Anne came in, each in a knee-length robe. "We just came to say goodnight," said Anne. "And we thought you might like to get a look at what you'll be getting," added Beth, with a giggle. "Ready, sis?" "Ready. On three. One, two, three!" On cue, each of the girls threw her robe open. Jeff's jaw dropped as he admired the display. The twins were naked under their robes, and the image etched on his mind's eye was four beautiful breasts, two slender bodies, and two neatly trimmed deltas of dark-red hair, before they closed the robes and retied them. "You like?" said Beth. "I like," said Jeff feeling his boner growing even though the lovely vision which inspired it was now modestly covered. He grinned at the twins. "Very nice. May I reciprocate?" "Recip -? Oh! Yes, please!" said Anne, her eyes fixed on Jeff. "Voila!" he said, throwing the covers back, letting his prick spring to full erection. "Oh, my," said Beth softly. "He's so pretty." "Amen, sis," said Anne, a look of disappointment crossing her face as Jeff covered himself. "Jeff?" "Yeah? "What's your recovery like?" "It's good, given the right circumstances," he said, smiling at her. Anne grinned. "We'll provide the right circumstances." "I'm sure you will." Anne came across to the bed, bent and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Goodnight, Jeff." "Goodnight, Anne." He turned to Beth, but the unnecessary question died unspoken on his lips as she, too, bent to kiss him. "Goodnight, lover," she murmured. A moment, and the twins were gone. Jeff lay back, idly stroking himself. Should he? Shouldn't he? He should, he decided, his strokes becoming more determined. After all, if he jacked off now, he'd last longer when he fucked whichever twin offered herself first tomorrow. Christmas Eve dawned as a bright December day. A clear day was forecast, but temperatures were due to hover around zero. Breakfast was animated. Jack was planning to take Sue and Mary into town, partly to see friends, partly to visit a gallery where a one-day exhibition was being held, and partly, although unspoken, to be handy to the shops for any last-minute present buying. The three adults planned to eat lunch in town. Shortly after nine, the three teenagers piled into the pickup and took their leave. They didn't speak much except for directions, until Beth directed Jeff to the last turn into the clearing she had in mind. Surrounded by birch trees, in summer it would be a lovely place. Now, in winter, it presented a bleaker vision, but still one that was pleasing to the eye. Jeff set the parking brake, but kept the engine running. "There's plenty of diesel, and we're going to need the heater. I've got two thick duvets here. I made sure I had them, in case the weather had turned nasty on us. If necessary, Mom and I could have holed up." "Ooh, sleeping with your Mom! Whatever would people say?" Beth giggled. "They would think the worst, of course, wouldn't they?" Jeff laughed. "And here I am, having been lured to this place by my cousins! What would people make of that?" "Not a lot, probably," said Anne. "Marriage between first cousins is legal here, so I doubt if sex would raise too many eyebrows." There was a moment's silence. "How are we going to do this?" said Jeff. "There isn't room for three of us to lie on the back seat, and we're going to have to be a little flexible to do anything." "What do you and Claire do?" "We've only done it here a few times, her bed is too tempting, but usually Claire rides me, or she sits in the middle with her ass on the edge of the seat and I fuck her kneeling between the front seats." Jeff grinned. "After I did that the first time, I got a thick cushion for my knees." "Why don't we all get on the back seat and just make out for a while?" said Beth. "We'll let it land where it falls, huh?" "Sounds like a plan, sis," said Anne. "Jeff?" "I'm your man. Jackets off? It's warm enough now." "It certainly is. Yep. Jackets off." Under their jackets, the twins were each wearing a zipped wool top. By unspoken consent, what was under the wool top was for Jeff to discover. In moments, the three were on the back seat, Jeff in the middle. He glanced left and right, seeing matching grins and sparkling eyes. Anne was on Jeff's right and Jeff took her hand. "Sorry, Anne, but I kiss best left-handed, so Beth will get the benefit first." Pussy Pampering Hi, How it all started, I love looking at pussy, smelling, touching, licking, shaving just about anything to do with the female pussy I love. When I was eighteen I went on my first lads holiday to Menorca and got my first real look and taste of a pussy, I was hooked there and then, not out of a magazine but in real life, I met a holiday rep her name was Sally she was a lot older than me about late 20s, and I took her back to my room, she had blonde hair and big tits which I could not wait to get my hands on, I as good as ripped her clothes off and before me stood a goddess; she had that smell which filled my nose, I had never smelt it before, it was that smell all women get when they want cock and there pussy gives them away, I could not help myself I was in a trance intoxicated from that smell; I thought my cock was going to burst as I started to touch her and kiss her, licking her, she had me out of control all I could do was suck her big fat nipples and suck her neck she was loving it, Something inside me, a feeling I had never had before was pulling me to her pussy, as I kissed my way down to her belly button that sexy smell filled my nostrils, I thought I was going to faint as all the blood in my body had gone to my dick, I was in heaven or as close as I had ever been. I will never forget that moment when my tongue for the first time touched and tasted her beautiful fat pussy lips; it was like a moment I had been put on this earth for. I could not help myself as I licked and tasted and drank as much as I could, she was as out of control as I was, I had found a new talent, which I was good at! And could do all day and night long, and wanted to catch up them eighteen years I had missed out on, in one evening. She tasted like honey; I couldn't get my tongue in any deeper if I tried, I lost track of time, as my onslaught continued she started screaming which snapped me out of my daze, she was pushing my head away she couldn't take it anymore, I moved my head away and plunged my cock, for the first time up to the hilt in the wettest reddest most heavenly place known to man! I banged away for only a few minutes when that feeling took hold, the point of no return and I exploded into her for what felt like an age. She lay in my arms; we were absolutely soaked from sweat and pussy juice, She muttered something about never in all her married or single life had she cum so many times and wished I could teach her husband a thing or two on the art of pussy licking. I could not stop now, I had the taste, and would have licked her all night but for her being too sore to carry on I was gutted. I had her hooked and she could not get enough (like all women) of the tongue action, and she would turn up at all time of the day or night for some more! I told her to stop wearing her knickers and if I found her with them on she would be punished, she became for the rest of that holiday my pussy and she loved it, One evening she came to my room and I told her that I wanted to pamper her pussy and shave her; she knew she had no choice but was worried about her husband asking her about it, as she never shaved, I told her to undress and to lay on the bed and to do as she was told, She stripped and lay on the bed arrh that smell, hit me again, it's like a drug (pussy). I tried to stop myself from going straight in but that pussy smell is too much for me and I could not stop, as much as I tried, from licking my way to her pussy, She tasted good, sweeter than ever and for the next hour, I could not help myself and licked sucked and fucked her senseless, then when she couldn't take anymore I shaver her pussy bald and rubbed and pamper her nice, The following night she arrived with her friend Julie, married with 2 kids, about forty five years old, Apparently that day at work Sally told Julie about my pampering skills and how I had licked and fucked and shaved her, Julie had been feeling a bit neglected at home as hubby had been very tired, for the last six months. So after Sally had shown Julie her puffy well shaved nice neat well looked after pussy, and told her all about what we had been up to, Julie asked if she thought I would mind giving her a little bit of pampering to, Well how could I resist, so the next thing I know I got two naked nice big fat pussies lying on the bed, That pussy smell filling my nostrils up, I am double happy that the husbands are well tired, so I am putting on a service to help neglected pussies, Julie's pussy tastes fucking gorgeous, I gave her a licking and sucking like she had never had in her life, then I slipped him in and fucked her proper, I then shaved and pampered, Then I moved on to Sally she got the same treatment, what a night. Unfortunately I had to go home the next day; my holiday had come to an end. But Sally and Julie have kept in touch, and I now look after many of their friends too, which I will tell you all about soon, Make sure you never neglect the pussy, as there is always someone ready to step in and help, Just ask. Pussy Patrol Their names were Tania and Anny. Two of the sexiest Latin women ever seen. And Marcus and Lex stalked them through the club like two predators. Tania was the curvier one. She had a thick ass that hugged against her tight black wraparound dress. Her tits were barely concealed in her dress and some lovely cleavage was there for the world to see. Her hair was slicked back and tied up behind her, opening up her angelic face with her breathtaking wide eyes. Her long, toned legs stretched out ending in a pair of high nude fuck me pumps. Anny was the thinner one, but her skinniness did not result in any loss of her curves. As a matter of fact, her tits and ass looked like they were drawn out of a cartoon. She was dressed in a tight white sleeved dress that revealed her pointed nipples and ample thigh. She too had on nude platform pumps, but the peep toe made them stand out a bit more. Needless to say, they were the two sexiest bitches in the place. Marcus and Lex immediately knew that they had to be fucked. Just for daring to walk out in public dressed and looking like that. So they were going to take it whether by will or force. It was force. They grabbed them as they headed to the bathroom. Each one holding one hand over their mouths, the other around their waist, pulling them out to the adjacent emergency exit door. It led to the empty, back alleyway of the club. The two women screamed mumbled cries for help and thrashed in fear. Marcus had a hold of Anny and roughly threw her against the hard, brick wall. Anny was about to scream when he pulled out a gun. She held her hands up and Tania quieted down as well. Marcus also took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands around a fire escape ladder, at a bottom rung, so that she had to bend over and stick her ass out to stand. He then pointed his gun at her as Lexington whispered in Tania's ear. "Now do as I say and nobody will get hurt. You don't want your friend to get hurt, do you?" Tania nodded. "Now don't scream." He ordered as he removed her hand." "Please don't hurt us." "I won't. As long as you cooperate." "Yes, anything. Please don't hurt us." Lex gestured towards his rock hard cock bulging out of his jeans, "You know what I want." Tania took a look at Anny and gave her a reassuring nod. Tania then squatted down and undid his pants, unleashing Lex's monster 11 inch black cock. She looked up at Lex as he towered over her. "Go ahead baby. Suck it real good and you won't get hurt." Tania took a hard gulp and wrapped her tiny hands around his massive cock. She opened wide and started to suck on the head. Lex let out a deep exhale of relief and enjoyment. "Yes baby. That's a good little slut. Suck it good." Tania started to fit more and more of his cock into her mouth until it was nice and wet. She then began jerking and sucking his cock hard and fast. Working her mouth like a seasoned pro as she jerked his cock up and down his shaft like a corkscrew. "Oh fuck baby....that's how you do it." Tania deep throated him halfway, almost chocking, before releasing for air. Still jerking his cock and looking up at him, she pleaded, "So you promise not to hurt us?" "Yes, baby. I just want a piece of that sweet pussy. Maybe a little ass too." She shoved his cock back into her mouth and nodded her understanding. Several heaven inducing cocksucking minutes later, Lex had to stop her. She was doing such a good job sucking on his cock, he had to compose himself for a minute...otherwise, he might cum too soon. "Yo, Marcus. You should get some of this superhead. This is the best shit ever." Marcus was still standing next to Anny with his gun cocked and loaded. His cock was also out, loaded and ready to fuck. He handed the gun to Lex and took his place in front of Tania who was now on her knees. His cock was a solid 9 inches long, not as massive as Lex's, but thicker. Tania wasted little time shoving his thick cock in her mouth and continuing her oral masterpiece. Tania worked his cock sloppily, drooling on it and making loud sucking sounds. "Fuck. You was right. This some good ass head. Bitch got skills." Lex wasn't even paying attention to Anny anymore as he had the gun pointed down to the ground, busily jerking his stiff cock with his free hand. Seizing the opportunity, Anny quietly unlocked the cuffs like a magician. She freed her hands and left the cuffs on the ladder. She tip toed her way behind Lex. Marcus was too busy staring into space while receiving the amazing head that Tania was giving him to notice, and by the time Lex turned around, Anny had swept his leg and he was lying flat on his back on the concrete floor, his head hitting the pavement and bouncing off with a hard thud. The gun flew out of his hands and landed several feet away from anybody. Marcus came to his senses just as Lex let out a loud thud. Almost simultaneously, Tania popped his cock out of her mouth and jumped on top of Lex's spread eagle body. Marcus made a move, but was quickly stopped by Anny's hand reaching out for his cock. Before he could react, she was bent over sucking his cock hard and fast. He looked over at Lex and couldn't believe his eyes. Lex was seeing stars, literally and figuratively. He thought he might have a concussion and wondered if the girls got the drop on them. Then the open sky came to darkness as a body hovered over him. He felt someone sit on top of him, and as his senses came to, he realized that he was staring at a sweet smelling pussy. He didn't know if it was Anny or Tania's, until he felt those magical lips around his cock. Tania's body was draped over his in a 69 position. Lex wasted little time as he reached up and wrapped his hands around her ass, pushing up her dress to her waist. He then began licking and sucking on her pussy and clit as she continued giving him that unforgettable head. Meanwhile, Anny was no slouch working over Marcus's thick black cock. A million questions ran through his head, but the answer wasn't important. All that mattered was these two bitches were down to fuck. He looked over at her ass sticking out, and lifted up her tight dress to reveal those sweet asscheecks. He reached over and stuck a finger into her pantyless private area. She was already dripping wet. Showing off impressive strength, he reached over her putting his hands on opposite sides of her waist and lifted her feet first into the air. Her mouth never left his cock, but she was suddenly upside down with her pussy in front of his mouth and her high heels pointing up in the air. Marcus took a good hold around her waist and they matched Lex and Tania suck for lick, but in a standing 69. Tania and Lex went at it, neither letting up on the oral favors. They each moaned and groaned loudly, but neither released their hold on the other. It was a heated battle of who would either cum first or hold back. Marcus still showing off his impressive strength, spun Anny around midair until they were face to face, this time with her legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed forward to the ladder where she was handcuffed earlier and threw her back first into the cold, hard metal. The impact pushed them both a couple of feet from the ladder, before Anny reached back over her head and grabbed hold of one of the ladder rungs. This caused her to arch her back with her legs still wrapped around Marcus' waist. With Anny in no position to fall, Marcus released one hand from her waist and grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it into her open pussy. He thrust deep inside of her until her was balls deep. Then grabbing hold under each thigh, he began to fuck her hard in a standing position. Her sexy high heels flailed in the air as he pounded away on her pussy in rhythmic sync to her screams of ecstasy. As Anny sounded like she was about to cum, Tania did just that. In the battle of dick sucking vs. pussy licking, Lex had won. Tania released his cock and buried her face in between his thighs, her hand still wrapped around his drool covered cock. Her whole body shook violently as she came on his tongue. Tania pushed away cursing at losing the battle. Lex was still a little dazed from the fall, so he staggered to his elbows before falling back down. Tania took the opportunity to hop onto his cock and ride it cowgirl style. His cock was long enough that she kept her heels planted on the ground on each side of his body as she pounced up and down on his cock, slamming down her body on his each time. She rode his cock for as long as she could, but he was too powerful and she came again, this time on his cock. She even squirted a little. As Tania caught her breath, Anny was screaming at the top of her lungs. Marcus pounded into her pussy so hard and fast, her grip tightened around the ladder and looked like it was about to break. Anny screamed out she was going to cum and exploded onto his cock in a fiery orgasm. Lex finally got over his daze and got onto his feet, picking up Tania in the process. At 6'4, he was no lightweight and flexed his muscles as he fucked her standing, Tania's body helpless to fight off his hard thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her feet around his waist, the heels bounced up and down with each gravity defying thrust. All she could do was hold on for dear life and try to fight off the inevitable third climax. Anny had let go of the ladder as she was coming down for her orgasmic high, and Marcus held her as she put her high heel shoes on the ground. Spinning her around until she was bent over again, he pushed up her skirt high up her stomach as possible. He immediately positioned his body behind her and began power fucking her from behind. He reached around and pushed down the front of her dress to reveal her amazing tits. Her grabbed hold of each one as he pounded into her from behind with complete disregard for her pain tolerance. Soon they were joined by Tania and Lex. Tania stood next to her friend and bent over in the same position. Lex entered her from behind and the foursome engaged in a game of who could fuck who the hardest. As each girl screamed louder than the other, Marcus let out a loud laugh and screamed, "Switch". He then plopped his cock out of Anny's pussy and Lex did the same with Tania. They sidestepped one another and were now standing dick to pussy behind a fresh piece of ass. They both relished the opportunity to fuck this new piece of sweet pussy. Lex entered Anny's pussy first and she had to adjust to the additional 2 inches of cock inside her. But he fucked her just as hard, slapping his balls into his clit. Anny screamed loudly and came just as quickly. Meanwhile, Marcus happily pushed his cock into Tania's sopping wet pussy. She was the amazing cocksucker and he desperately wanted to cum in her pretty little mouth. He pounded her from behind until he couldn't last any longer. When he felt the cum about to explode out, he jumped back and spun Tania around. He told her to suck his cock like before and she downed the head until he shot load after load into her pretty mouth. Ever the skilled cocksucker, Tania never let go and took as much as she could in her mouth until it oozed out the sides of her mouth. When he finally stopped cumming, Tania wiped her mouth, but didn't swallow. She walked over to Anny who was being fucked ferociously by Lex, and held her head back. Tania then opened her mouth and spit Marcus' cum into her open mouth before exchanging a sloppy, dirty, cum-filled kiss. Momentarily, Lex stopped fucking Anny as a thought raced through his mind. He immediately ordered Tania to lie down on her back. He had Anny get on all fours across her body as if the two were about to engage in 69. But instead he kneeled behind Anny and shoved his dick inside her again in doggystyle. He was already about to cum, and only lasted a few long, hard strokes before releasing and shooting stream and stream of cum onto Anny's pussy, thighs, and down onto Tania's face and open mouth where she was lying underneath Anny. When Lex was done cumming, Tania happily licked Anny's pussy clean as both Lex and Marcus stood over Anny, getting every last ounce of cum sucked out of their cocks. The two black men collapsed on the ground after experiencing this fuckfest. Tania and Anny were still full of energy as they stood over the two men, their roles reversed. Tania was the first to whip out her badge from her purse. "Pussy Patrol you motherfuckers. You're both under arrest." Anny had her gun drawn. "That's two less big dicked rapists on the streets." Anny looked over at Tania and they gave each other an approving nod. Their job was rough and dirty, but someone had to get these dirty fuckers off the streets.