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Best Christening Ever
By Victor Ramierez
Chris looked around the lounge room of his wife�s nephew�s house. After hours of drinking and eating at the luncheon, after the christening, most of the family had made their way back to the house of the proud parents of the boy being christened. His wife�s nephew, Alex, was a self-made businessman, and an old friend of Alex�s owned and ran the restaurant they�d spent the afternoon partying at.
Chris was no longer a youngish man, he was in his mid-fifties now he thought to himself as he ruffled his greying brown hair, and he was also the driver, so he had not been drinking that much. Everyone else in the house, however, had been hitting the drink like there was no tomorrow, especially seeing as Alex was paying for it all.
Chris and his wife Lauren and had been married for a decade or so and had been together even longer than that. He was her second husband, and had inherited this instant family. This particular group of her family, he just managed to tolerate. His brother-in-law, Barry, was an overweight, lazy, layabout, in his mid sixties, unemployed, a drinker and a weed smoker, he usually couldn�t manage to decide what day it was, let alone anything else. His wife Elaine was a full scale alcoholic, thin and haggard looking, with even less motivation than her husband. And this was their grandson�s christening, so both of them were in full flight.
Chris sat there, hearing the same drunken stories again and again from Barry and his Uncle, who was pushing 90 and could barely stand anyway. The two of them slammed down their beers like sailors, whilst Elaine was loud and obnoxious, arguing with whomever would hold still long enough to disagree with her. Lauren had had a few drinks at the restaurant, and a few more now, and as she didn�t drink a lot, it had gone straight to her head. She was acting like she was drunk, so Chris spent his time nodding at the stories, staying out of arguments and steering Lauren out of any arguments she had inadvertently gotten herself embroiled in.
Alex was a solid, tall, 20ish young man; he strode around the party like he was king of the world, like he was the big man on campus, shoulders up, chest out. He worked out and liked to show off his muscles, and he liked throwing his money around too. He needed to show everyone how well he was doing, so this meant he couldn�t stay in one place for very long, he needed to move on to the next group to tell them about whatever it was he�d bought last, while Barry and Elaine reminded everyone how fantastic their son Alex was.
Their other two children were here too, their younger son Michael, and their middle child, their daughter, Rebecca.
Michael was a thin, sickly looking young guy; he unfortunately took after his mother. He had the alcoholic tendencies, and he would always end up in a drunken brawl that he would lose, some nights he�d end up in jail, other nights at the hospital. Chris liked him, but he knew there was no hope for poor Mike. Mike was on his best behaviour today though, he had to leave early to pick up his kids from his ex-wife, as it was his weekend to have them. So after one drink, he shook Chris� hand and left the party. Barely anyone else noticed him leave, certainly not his siblings, certainly not Rebecca.
Rebecca was wandering from group to group, hanging out with Alex�s wife Margaret whenever possible, and with her mother the rest of the time.
She had managed to track down Margaret again as she pulled another bottle of wine from the fridge. Margaret was a blonde, thin, show pony, she would have liked to be a trophy wife, but she wasn�t that glamorous. Since she had married Alex she had done her best to get there though. There had been retirement from work and then plastic surgery on the face, a boob job, beauticians, shopping, maids, cleaners and nannies, cars, along with more shopping and as many holidays as possible.
Chris liked her well enough; she was always pleasant to him. But he always had to laugh when he saw her; he thought she looked like two melons on a broomstick with a mop of frizzy hair stuck on top.
Alex�s love for his wife wasn�t absolute either, he wasn�t finished being a player yet. Barry often spoke of the ladies who had come for a private visit at Alex�s corporate office. Apparently his desk was getting quite a workout. Chris didn�t know if Margaret knew or approved of her husband�s behaviour, and he didn�t want to get involved one way or the other.
He watched the pair of women for a moment in the kitchen as he sat on the couch, then Rebecca wandered back into the kitchen and the two ladies sat down at the nearby table and poured themselves a glass of wine each.
Rebecca was a social climber; it was her way up out of gutter. Like her brother, she had struggled through her youth, raised by her two loser parents, it was amazing that they were all still alive, and even more amazing that two of them had managed to try and make something of themselves. Rebecca was the darling of the family, the spoiled little bitchy sister. She was blonde and pretty, and she knew it. And God help anyone who stood in her way, or didn�t give her what she wanted. Her parents had paid for the plastic surgery on her face, her boob job to go from a b-cup to a d-cup, and her regular trips to the beauty parlour. Where they got the money from he didn�t want to know, neither of them would ever dare suffer the trauma of having to work for a living. Then when Rebecca left home she had been a hairdresser, and more recently she had decided to go and study at university, not because she had any burning need to better herself, but because she had a burning need to better herself financially.
She had achieved this anyway, or so she thought, by marrying a guy she had met there at uni, Desmond. Desmond was studying, doing a bridging course to get enough credit to attempt to be a Doctor, and in the meantime he worked as a caretaker at a park. Desmond was a large, immature, child, he was a thick hulk of a man with little or no common sense, and how he ever thought he was going to be capable enough to become a Doctor, Chris wasn�t sure. Desmond did as little work as possible, occasionally he would cook dinner, which was his one claim to fame, but the rest of the time he left the running of the house, looking after the children, and all the other decisions, to Rebecca.
Desmond had arrived at the party, after drinking heavily at the restaurant and fighting with Barry, and now, after a few more drinks, had passed out on the lounge.
Rebecca had unleashed their kids and the assorted nieces and nephews on him, but even having five young children under 6 years old jumping and playing on top of him was not enough to make him get up, he just lay there and whined to her about the kids jumping on him. Eventually, in disgust he wandered off to one of the spare bedrooms and collapsed inside on the bed.
Rebecca was annoyed and shooed the children off to their playroom, where there were toys aplenty, and some Disney cartoon playing on the TV.
Rebecca and Margaret quickly cooked up some finger food for the kids, whilst drinking more wine, and checking on their babies, who were asleep in their capsules on the floor where they�d been left after getting out of their cars and coming inside.
Chris watched as the other people became more and more drunk, staggering around the place, passing out or eventually heading off into the night. Slowly people left, even Alex had become bored with it and had left to take his Great-Uncle home, and show off his sports car to some friends along the way. Chris didn�t expect to see him home anytime soon.
It was now heading towards nine o�clock and the children were all asleep, after having been forced to go to bed much to their collective disgust.
Lauren, Elaine and Barry were all chatting with some friends in the front courtyard, Margaret had come back outside to join them and Rebecca staggered inside to check on her crying child.
Chris sat watching her from across the room as she picked up her daughter and then moved around the end of the couch to sit down to feed her. Rebecca was wearing a champagne coloured, satin blouse which was a wrap around style, so the two halves of it created a deep v, which showed off her cleavage, and allowed easy access to her tits so that she could breast feed.
Chris wasn�t sure if she remembered he was there, or she didn�t care, but she promptly pulled her blouse wider apart to reveal her white nursing bra. She pulled one cup open and slid it down to reveal her dark brown nipple and areolae. She pressed her daughter�s face against her nipple, closed her eyes and laid back into the cushion as she let her daughter drink. Obviously she didn�t care about mixing alcohol with babies, and she grabbed her glass from the coffee table and sipped at it while she waited for her daughter to finish. After a few minutes, she pulled her other tit out and opened the cup and then moved her daughter over to the other brown nipple.
Rebecca sighed peacefully as her daughter fed, and Chris wasn�t sure where to look. She was sitting there with her other tit still exposed, her nipple shining wet with a mixture of baby spit and milk. Finally she sat up and Chris turned his head away, looking discretely out of the corner of his eye as she stood up. She moved around the room collecting baby things, grabbing a nappy and wipes from her bag. She moved about for nearly a minute, her tits swinging around, exposed to his gaze. At last she realised she hadn�t done her bra up and she quickly closed the cups and fixed her blouse up.
�I need to get something from my bag upstairs,� she said. �Can you hold her for a second?� she handed the baby to Chris and headed off to get whatever it was.
She was so drunk and out of it that she hadn�t even realised that he�d been sitting there the whole time she�d been jiggling about showing her tits off.
A moment later she came back and took the child from him, and then proceeded to change her nappy and put her to bed.
Rebecca quickly filled up her glass again and sat back on the lounge chair, making some light small talk with Chris as she slowly became more and more incoherent. Chris excused himself to go outside for a moment to check on his wife, refilling Rebecca�s glass for her on the way past.
Outside the conversation had turned to some old tale of a family holiday from years gone by.
Margaret was downing glasses of wine from the bottle she�d brought out with her, and was nodding sleepily at the appropriate moments in the story.
Chris turned to see what was going on inside and saw that Rebecca appeared to have passed out.
So his options were stay here with the emotional drunks and their stories or go back inside to the thrilling conversation of the unconscious drunk inside. What a choice! He decided that it would at least be quiet inside, so he returned to sit on the couch.
Chris wondered if she was asleep or if she had closed her eyes and was about to launch into some story the second she realised he was there.
�Rebecca?� he asked, waiting to see if she was asleep or just had her eyes closed.
She didn�t respond, so he decided it mightn�t be too bad sitting here if she was being quiet. He closed his eyes, and slowly massaged his temples, feeling the stress of the day in his tired neck muscles.
Her head suddenly slumped back, her mouth dropped open and she began to snore lightly, but irritatingly.
Chris shook his head in annoyance; of course she�d snore! He shot her a look of death as she snorted, and then at last she went quiet again. He realised that from where he was sitting now he could see straight into her blouse. He could see the bra cup, and it reminded him of the tasty looking brown nipple that was behind it.
Chris could feel a familiar itch in his trousers as he stared down her blouse and after a few moments the little voice in his head from his cock took over his better judgement and he moved alongside her.
What would it hurt, just a little peek? She had them hanging out only a few minutes ago anyway.
Chris agreed with his cock�s summary of the situation so he reached over and slowly slid open the front of her blouse. He moved the silky material carefully away from her engorged breast, and revealed her white nursing bra. Quietly and delicately he moved his hand up and unfastened the cup from where it hooked at the top of the front of her bra and then folded it down to reveal her brown nipple and milk filled tit. He repeated it on the other side and quickly had both of her nipples exposed.
Looking around to see what was happening elsewhere, panicking that he would be caught, he saw they had not moved from their spot outside.
He closed her blouse again to cover her up; leaving her breasts exposed inside it though, and then slid his hand across her chest and into the blouse to softly cup the tit nearest to him. She made a tiny noise and continued sleeping as Chris slowly began to squeeze and knead her milk filled jugg. He softly took hold of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it, while squeezing the rest of her tit between his palm and his other fingers. Almost immediately a fine squirt of milk shot out and sprayed over his hand and the inside of her blouse. She continued to sleep and did not react at all.
He repeated this on her other tit, again causing her milk to spray out. Feeling quite bold, and having always wanted to try this, he quickly exposed her closest tit and bent his head down and latched onto her nipple with his lips. He began to suck, slowly, harder and harder and a moment later he was rewarded with a squirt of warm titmilk hitting the roof of his mouth. He moved back, looked at her and then up at the backs of the heads outside, there was no response from any of them. He thought about it for a moment and decided he liked the taste of her milk, so he bent down and took another suck on her nipple, and again he was rewarded with a spray of warm titty milk. His cock was screaming with lust, and he couldn�t help himself, he sank his teeth into her nipple and bit her, enjoying the feel of the springy flesh in his mouth. A larger squirt of milk erupted into his mouth as he then squeezed her titflesh with his hand.
This time she started to react; Chris quickly pulled her blouse closed and slid further away on the couch, pretending to be asleep himself.
He watched out from under his eyelids, as she drunkenly tried to stand and then staggered around the room a bit.
She grabbed her wine glass off the coffee table and drank down the remainder of the contents, and then she looked down and cursed.
�Damn milk,� she slurred. �Leaky tits� gets on all my shirts,� she brushed at her blouse as though there were crumbs or something on it which would wipe off, and as she did so she caused her nipples to rub against the fabric, causing more milk to leak out of her.
�Fuck!� she exclaimed as she realised she had milk dripping down the inside of her shirt now. She moved back to the kitchen to look for a towel or something and instead spotted the half full bottle of wine.
�One for the road,� she stated with a giggle to no one as she filled her glass again and downed it with one swig. �I�ve gotta go pee,� she mumbled as she staggered away from the �sleeping� Chris.
Chris opened his eyes and knew how close he�d been, the adrenaline was racing. He had almost been caught, thank God she didn�t just wake up, and yet, the exhilaration of what he had done was unbelievable, addictive almost.
Chris sat up, shook his body and his arms to try and bleed off some of the adrenaline, and looked up to see what they were doing outside. He could see Margaret slumped down in her chair passed out, and the others were still talking.
He got up and went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of ice water from the water dispenser on the fridge and drank it down almost in one gulp. He stood at the kitchen bench and enjoyed the illicit thrill of what had just happened as it replayed in his mind�s eye. Looking around the doorways leading off from the central area, he could see that everyone down here was out for the night, every door was closed and the lights were off. Rebecca�s idiot husband would be passed out on the bed, and the kids were all asleep.
It then occurred to Chris that Rebecca had been gone for some time and he wondered what had happened to her. He glanced around the corner of the kitchen into the corridor beyond and could see the bathroom door wasn�t properly closed.
Should he knock and see if she�s ok? He wondered. His cock also gave him some other suggestions too.
Quietly he walked to the bathroom door and rapped on it with his knuckle.
�Rebecca are you ok? You�ve been in there for a while,� he sounded as concerned as he could manage when he didn�t really care for the spoilt little bitch.
There was no answer, so he rapped on the door again, a little louder this time. Again there was no answer so he gave the door a little push, just enough so it would swing open a bit more and let him see across to the mirror on the far wall, which would let him see the rest of then room in its reflection.
Rebecca was sitting on the toilet, her skirt pulled up around her waist with her panties around her ankles. Her chin was pressed down against her chest, and she was snoring again.
Chris opened the door a bit more and stuck his head in.
�Rebecca,� he said quietly. �Rebecca,� he called to her. She didn�t react at all, so he moved into the room and closed the door behind him almost all the way.
�Rebecca are you ok,� he said to her as she snored at him. He lifted her head up to look at her face, he let go and she let it flop back down, still snoring.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face a few times, getting louder and louder.
She didn�t respond.
He decided to go for broke again so he reached inside her blouse to her still exposed nipple. He took it in between his fingers and gave it a nice twist, a good pinch and a squeeze. She didn�t react at all; she was totally out of it now.
Chris was caught, what should he do? He could take her upstairs to the bed with her drunken husband and leave her there, he could leave her here and pretend he knew nothing about her having passed out in here� or he could have a bit of fun. His cock recommended the third option, and it was quite persuasive in its arguments for option three.
He thought about it, and decided if he played it right he could easily pull it off, and get one over on her. She was a stupid drunk and he had his sober cunning on his side.
Quickly he closed the door properly and locked it. He grabbed the handtowel off the rack and draped it over her head to cover her face, so if she did wake up at some point at least he had time to react before she saw anything.
He pulled her blouse apart and again revealed both of her naked tits in the nursing bra. He dove down on her tasty nipples and nibbled and sucked them to his heart�s content. His face had become sticky with her tasty milk and his mouth was full of it as he drank it down and then decided he�d had enough of that.
Looking down he saw her neatly trimmed and waxed blonde pubic hair. It had been manicured into a neat little triangle of hair pointing down at her clit, and the rest of her lips and pussy were naked.
Chris reached forwards and pressed his fingers against her naked lips, she didn�t respond so he continued. He spread her lips open to take a look at her pink insides, and then moved his hand up to gently rub her clit. He slid the little hood up to reveal the little button to his gaze and then began rubbing the hood around, massaging the entire area.
She gave a little whimper and then a snore. He stuck his hand under the towel and pressed his middle finger against her mouth, and, like the good little cocksucker she was, she reacted. She opened her mouth and he slid his finger inside, then a second one, to get them both nice and wet. Gently she sucked on them like she had a hot cock in her mouth, and after a moment of running them in and out of her mouth he pulled his hand away. He moved it back down to her cunt and then began to slide first one, and then both fingers inside her pussy. He could feel her muscles starting to react to the invading fingers, and after finger fucking her for a few moments she was getting nice and wet. He continued fingering her while he played with her clit with his other hand. She snorted, rolled her head to one side, and continued to sleep, and moan softly and quietly on occasion.
She was nice and wet now, pussy juice was seeping out of her folds. He decided it was time to get moving, his cock was yelling for some attention plus he had to finish before the people outside noticed that they were gone.
He pulled her up to her feet, lifted her off the toilet and closed the lid. He spun her around in his arms and then laid her across the toilet seat on her stomach, exposing her plump arsecheeks to his sight as he bunched the skirt up around her waist again.
He gave her nice arse a squeeze, and then a hard slap leaving a nice red handprint on her jiggling arseflesh.
He dropped to his knees on the floor behind her, fondling her arsecheeks with both hands. Chris removed her black satin panties from around her ankles and past her high heeled shoes and popped them into his trouser pocket. He nudged her knees apart with his own knees and then shuffled forwards on his knees to slide in between her thighs. He spread her cheeks apart, gazing at the pussylips and arsehole now exposed to his ravenous eyes. He unzipped his pants and allowed his angry cock to burst out of the fly, it was fully erect and ready for action.
Chris dipped his finger between her pussy lips again and gave her insides a bit more finger massaging. Just to see what happened he pulled the finger out of her snatch and pressed it against her little arsehole. With a bit more pressure he got the top of his finger inside her and then with some more force he slid the rest in. She grunted slightly but didn�t move, and just lay there as he digitally abused her arsehole.
Chris chuckled and was enjoying this, he hadn�t realised just how much he disliked her until tonight, so this was a fitting end to the evening.
He yanked his finger out of her arse and then he lined up his engorged cock at her pussylips, ran it up and down a bit to get it wet and then started to feed the length of it into her. With a swift shove it went inside her quite easily. She was wet, and not as tight as she had once been after giving birth to all those kids, but Chris didn�t care. He was balls deep in this arrogant little bitch and she didn�t have a clue.
�Oh yeah, take that you little cow,� he grunted as he rammed in and out of her pussy. He continued to hammer away at her pussy for a couple of minutes and then decided he�d like to give her arse a test drive too. He slid his cock out and lined it up with her puckered opening. He pressed the tip against it, pressing it in, slowly pushed some more and little by little managed to work the entire length of his cock into her arsehole. Now it may or may not be a virgin arse, it was certainly not overused and did not let his cock in easily, which made it that much sweeter for him.
He could feel her arse muscles gripping his shaft, unintentionally milking his cock as he drove it home into her, sodomising her for all he was worth.
Chris now had a dilemma, he was almost ready to come from all this wonderful pressure, but what should he do with it? Where should he come?
Chris decided that he�d come this far, so to hell with it, one in all in. He slipped back out of her arse and resumed fucking her pussy. He knew that she and Desmond the idiot hadn�t decided what they were going to do about having any more children yet, so neither of them had had any surgery or anything, so it gave him the cover he needed. He was going to fill her up with his come and then if she did get pregnant then it would be idiot Desmond�s kid like the rest of them, and only Chris�d know any different.
He slammed into her again and again, needing to come as quickly as possible. They could come looking at any moment. All the stimulation, and the thought of fucking her bareback so he could come in her and maybe knock her up, had spurred him on, so after another couple of thrusts he slammed in as hard as he could and sent his hot seed spurting off into the depths of her womb.
Chris slumped forwards over her, his face pressed into the back of her blouse. He laid there for a moment and then with a wet plop his now deflating cock slid out her pussy, and she groaned slightly and continued to sleep.
He quickly moved around to her head and, remembering the way she�d sucked his fingers, he pressed his deflated cock against her lips and to his delight she slurped it into her mouth. He slid it in and out, letting her suck their juices off it to clean himself up. Realising he didn�t have time for round two he pulled his cock out of her mouth and did up his pants.
Quickly he washed up, cleaned the sticky milk residue off his mouth and face, washed his hands and then tidied up her sticky thighs slightly with some tissues.
Darting out into the corridor for a look, he saw that everyone had not moved from their spots outside, so he quickly hauled her up over his shoulder and dragged her down the corridor to the room where Desmond the idiot was laying on his back, snoring and drooling.
He left her tits exposed; her skirt hiked up around her waist, and draped her over his body like she�d fallen asleep there after a good fuck.
Screwing up his face in disgust he unzipped Desmond�s fly and arranged it so it looked like he�d had his cock out, but there was no way Chris was going in there after it.
With one final look back at her bare arse, shining with his cum and her juices as the combination leaked out slowly all over Desmond�s crotch, Chris turned and left the room very satisfied.
He walked outside to the group and caught his wife�s attention.
�Come on we�ve been here for hours it�s nearly midnight. Let�s go.�
Looking around the group she saw Margaret was asleep and the other two were arguing amongst themselves so she nodded and walked away with him, waving her goodbyes to anyone who actually noticed they were leaving.
A year later Chris sat, grinning as he watched Rebecca and Desmond have their newest boy christened in the same church as the last one had been, and the one her nephew had been christened in a little over a year ago.
Chris had been looking forward to this day from the moment he�d heard the news about Rebecca�s unexpected pregnancy. He smiled at them as they walked out of the Church and everyone stood to head back to the restaurant for lunch.
He hoped that this evening would go as well as the last one had.
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2013 Victor Ramierez