From: lhordhun3@aol.com (LhorDhun3)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Little Christmas Cheer - Pt. 1
Date: 16 Jul 1998 16:16:59 GMT

		       A Little Christmas Cheer
				  by
			     Donovan One
				Part 1

	"Huh?... No, it's great, Kate" I lied. Actually, the dry crap
in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that
had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and
runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim's house for the
obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I
wasn't a permanent employee. I was doing some consulting for the
office and consequently spent much time there. I had heard too many
horror stories about horribly boring conversations, devil-children,
and the infamous `Shitty' turkey to be looking forward to this
gathering, and as expected, I would have had a much better time at
home.

	After two grueling hours, I had filled up on EGGNOG and was
looking for a way out. Not wanting to be the first to leave, I devised
a plan: Leave ten minutes after the second person or group leaves.
Sounded good enough. After the meal, I lolled around for a bit,
sipping my Nog and feeling quite relaxed. I took pleasure in jumping
from one conversational circle to another. I have a special way of
bullshitting my way through pseudo-conversations and getting quite a
thrill out of making fun of everyone else. That's my specialty.

	Creative visualization is also my specialty. for the previous
four months, the only pussy I'd gotten was Rosey Palmer and her five
sisters, and that was often, very often. Sometimes I'd whack off five
times per day just to keep the hard-on down. If I went a few days
without snapping my carrots, my pork sword would be in a permanent
state of stiffness and my balls would swell to the size of ripe
California Plums and hurt like hell. Soon, I became a master at mental
masturbation. When I was relaxed enough, I could blow a hefty load
without even touching myself! This kept my dick from being raw all of
the fucking time and stopped the hair from growing on my palms.

	As the EGGNOG began to affect everyone, the conversation
turned from work-blah-blah-blah, to shit that I actually LIKED to talk
about: Computers, Music, Travel and other junk. I sat on the sofa and
mentally fucked my female co-workers and my male co-workers' wives. I
even porked Jim's wife while his 11-year old daughter licked my
nutbag.

	I sighed heavily as I dreamed of dumping a wad of goo in her
forty-five year old snatch. I even boldly lifted his daughter's little
party dress and sniffed her pre-pubescent cooz. Damn it smelled good!
Like honey!

	Needless to say, by the time my co-worker Virginia and her
dorkmeister husband left, I was a huge ball of horniness. All of my
fantasies had been rudely invaded by reality. Now, all I had to do is
wait for the next person to leave and in ten more minutes, I could
jump in my car and pull my dork all the way home. (I was a master at
that as well. I can pull it in city traffic, or going Mach 1 on the
highway. Sometimes my cum makes the steering wheel kinda slippery, but
it's well worth it.)

	I watched Virginia walk out the door. Her attributes, or lack
of, intrigued me. You see, Virginia is skinny. Very skinny. In fact,
sometimes I'd watch her at the office and would compare her to a
walking bag of bones. Her breasts were non-existent, and her body was,
for lack of a better description, a straight line. No hips, no
discernible waistline, and I'm still puzzled by the lack of breasts.
When I fantasized about fucking her, I put her knees to her chest and
pounded her hard until her back snapped like a twig.

	One down, one plus ten minutes to go. I was putting odds on
who would leave next. Obviously, it would be Beth. She was hanging all
over her `roommate' Keith. For as long as I could remember, she's been
telling everyone that her and Keith share a platonic relationship and
are just friends. I knew she was bullshitting from day one. As far as
I know, neither of them have had a date since he moved in, so
obviously, he's getting his heat from somewhere. Beth isn't that bad
looking. If you looked at her from a distance, you could say that
she's beautiful. But once you approach, the lines in her face betray
her age, which I guess to be around thirty-five. Still, she has an OK
set of hips and handfuls of flesh on her chest that pass as boobs. For
some reason, when I thought of fucking her, she was always leaning
over, typing something. The squishing sounds of my dong being drowned
out by her clanging ninety/wpm on the computer. Pretty strange, huh?

	Gone, I watched her hang on to Keith as they both left. I
looked at my watch, rotated the bezel, and waited for the ten minutes
to pass.

	"What's the matter... time to go?" asked Linda. With me
mentally fucking every female in sight, I didn't even take notice of
her sitting in the chair directly in front of me.

	"Yeah," I muttered "if I can only remember how to get out of
here." I was expressing a genuine concern. Jim's neighborhood was, of
course, a model of modern suburbia: Every house is identical, the
streets are all generically named after trees, Maple, Oak, Pine, etc.

	"The trick is to remember the Christmas decorations as you
come in," she replied. For most of the night, or most of the previous
months, I had completely ignored Linda. We were complete opposites and
when we conflicted in the office, all hell broke loose. She was my
major obstacle when it came to ordering a computer system that I
thought the office needed and I resented her for it. It would have
been genuinely good for the office and the consulting fees to me would
have kept me in pizza and porno videos for a good long time. We were
both stubborn and pigheaded, but I was rational when it came to
arguments and silent in my revenge, so it always appeared as if she
was a raving lunatic. She always hated me for being able to argue
without raising my voice or getting hysterical. "I don't know how I'm
getting home. I guess I'll walk."

	"Walk?" I said, not really knowing where she lived. "It's
pretty cold out there. How'd you get here?"

	"Beth and Keith, but I guess they wanted to be alone." Jeesh,
I was actually beginning to feel sorry for Linda. As she blabbed on
about Christmas this or that, I really began to think about it. Of all
of the people in the world, she's quite possibly the only one that I
genuinely do not like. Don't get me wrong, we'd be civil to each other
when necessary, but when we conflicted, run for fucking cover. Which
made me wonder why we seemed to be making small talk now. What I said
next shocked me:

	"Where do you live? I could give you a ride." I wished that I
could pull the words back in my gullet but it was too late. The offer
was made. Then there was the awkward silence that seemed to last for
hours. I stared her right in the eye and didn't show any signs of the
absolute horror that I felt. Surely the moment she got in my car we
would begin to argue. Why couldn't she call her husband? She WAS
married. With three kids in fact. What an asshole I am!

	She leaned forward and whispered, "Sure... if we can leave
right now." I was looking to detect something in her eyes. Maybe an
ulterior motive or some kind of revenge plan, but I saw genuine
sincerity, so I quickly gulped down the rest of my Nog and stumbled to
get off of the sofa. I wasn't drunk, but I was a bit `affected'. I did
my absolute best not to show it. Getting cocked at a client's house is
not exactly a good career move.

	As we both said our final good-byes, needless to say, people
were more than a bit shocked to see us leaving together and acting
quite civil towards each other. Jim, couldn't pick up his jaw from the
floor. I was feeling more than a bit loose, so I wished Merry
Christmas and Joyeaux Noel all around and left with Linda. I was
right. It was cold, but at least it wasn't snowing. I love snow to
fuck around in, but hate to drive in it. As I fumbled through my
pockets for my keys, I looked around and marveled at the Christmas
lights and decorations.

	"Yeah, they do know how to overdo it, don't they?" Linda said.
For a brief moment, I'd forgotten she was there. "Look at this one
over here." She walked out ahead of me and was admiring a decoration
scene, while I was admiring her. She had on an oversized sweater and a
pair of simple black jeans, but incredibly, she didn't have a jacket.
She always wore oversized tops. You couldn't really get a good gander
at what her boobs were shaped like because she always wore something
big and floppy and pulled at it constantly. The jeans, however, were a
complete contrast. They hugged her ass like a second skin, an ass that
can only be described as bulbous. Linda wasn't fat, but I suppose
three kids would make even Ms. Olympia a bit on the chunky, Rubenesque
side. Her last child was born less than a year before. I couldn't
really recall when. I started the consulting job while she was on
maternity leave and I guess the process of getting such a big project
done with her not there made her a little irritated.

	As the Triple X-rated movie reels in my head began to turn, I
stopped myself. What was I doing? I hadn't fantasized about Linda
since I really got to know what a bitch she is! It's not that she
wasn't attractive to me. On the contrary, she had attributes that get
my balls churning instantly: She's a true redhead, she's got a set of
hips that you can hold on to, and she had just had a child. (Pregnant
women and new mothers are very sexy. I secretly wished that I could
watch her breast-feed her child.)

	I stepped up beside her, finally finding my keys, and looked
at the house that she was admiring. It was a gaudy masterpiece mixture
of the classic nativity scene and the modern Santa Claus theme. There
were thousands of lights on the house itself and lining the driveway
and walkways as well.

	"A bit overdone for my taste," I said, getting into my car.
Being the absolute gentleman that I am, I got in first and cranked it
up while she waited. Then I unlocked her door from the inside. (What a
guy!) "Where to?" I sighed, trying not to sound as lit as I really
was.

	"The first left then first right will get you onto Pleasant
street. I live at 37 Stuart." `Maybe this wont be so bad,' I thought
to myself. Stuart is only a few minutes away. Surely we couldn't come
to blows in a short few minutes. As I wended my way towards Pleasant,
the silence was absolutely deafening. I wanted to say something, or
turn on the radio or something, but most of all, I wanted this long,
strange trip to end.

	Finally, I turned onto Stuart and spied her house. It looked
kind of empty, which made me wonder where her husband and kids where.
I stopped the car and didn't even bother to take it out of gear, then
I waited... and waited... and waited. Silence. She wouldn't say
anything, she wouldn't get out, as far as I knew, she was dead because
I couldn't hear her breathing. Then I turned to look at her. SHE WAS
ASLEEP! She was kind of slumped over, her head against the window, a
mass of red hair covering her face. I leaned forward to try to obtain
some sort of outline of her breasts, but to no avail. It was too dark,
and even if it wasn't, the sweater was too thick and oversized.

	I put the Olds in park and shut it off. The sudden engine
silence along with the eery feeling that someone was looking at her
woke her from her light slumber. She looked around confused, then
opened the door abruptly and got out without saying a word. With that,
I started the car, turned on the radio and fished around my glove
compartment for some proper tunage. After finding Zeppelin IV and
popping it in, I was ready to head out, but Linda wasn't even to her
walkway yet, so I decided to be at least halfway decent and wait to
see her through her door safely. As she reached her steps, she dropped
her purse, giving me a few more fleeting glimpses of her ass and wide
hips as she bent to retrieve it. Instead of walking up her steps, she
pivoted and turned around, returning towards me. I looked in the
passenger seat as if checking to see if she had left something behind.
Nothing. She walked right up to the window on my side and leaned over
to speak. I slid the window down to that electronic humming sound that
I love so much.

	"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" she asked
feebly. `Oh jeesh, what in the world could have entered her mind from
the time she got out of my car to the time she dropped her purse?' I
shut the car off in silent reply. I spied the neighborhood and decided
that it was safe enough to leave my keys in the ignition and the door
unlocked. After all, it was quite dark, quite cold, and quite late. I
followed Linda up the walkway wondering if this was a wise decision.
We had managed to be civil to each other all night. Why was I pushing
my luck? Her house showed no signs of life inside, which surprised me
more than a little. The house itself was nothing impressive: Single
level, semi-modern petite style. Adequate distance between neighboring
dwellings. Good use of landscaping and shrubbery. I calculated it to
be worth about $90,000 in the current depressed market. As she
unlocked her door and went in ahead of me, I tried to recall anything
and everything that I'd heard her say, compiling months of
conversations, gossip, and innuendo into a nice background file on
her: Linda Taylor-31, Husband, Randy-31, Assembly-line worker. Kids -
Jessica-10, Jodi-2, and Bobby was less than a year old. Education -
Trade school for secretarial skills, no formal post-secondary
education. I was prepared for anything she threw at me, or was I?

	The house was dark. I was surprised at the pleasant odor
emanating from it. For some reason, I assumed that her house smelled
like chicken soup or something. She turned on the lights and told me
to have a seat. The living room was clean and brightly decorated with
bric-a-brac and several figurines here and there. It wasn't overly
impressive, but it did add a spice of decorative class. I admired her
for that. She was in the kitchen area, which sounded to be a great
distance away from the main living room. Within a few minutes, she
returned with a platter containing two huge cups of joe, a bowl of
sugar and a container full of what I correctly assumed to be cream.

	"Thank you," I said, as she handed me my coffee. "Randy? Is he
here?" I inquired. "I wouldn't want to wake him up or anything."

	"He's at work. He's on the third shift this month," she said
matter of factly. I looked around, thinking of where her kids might
be, surely she didn't leave them here alone while she was out.
"They're at my mothers'" she blurted out, reading my mind. "I didn't
know how late I'd be at Jim's so I told them to stay the night.
They're OK. She baby-sits them everyday." Well, that solved a great
mystery. She seemed comfortable with it, but I needed a little more
reassurance. "It's OK, I don't bite." she laughed. "I know we haven't
had the best working relationship, but that's because we're both
stubborn and we like to get our own way and when that happens, you're
going to have conflicts."

	She made a great deal of sense and from that moment on, I felt
much more comfortable. I even took my jacket off as we made fun of
people at the office and gossiped endlessly about this ones sex life
and that ones husband. We even found that we shared the same taste in
music. She popped in a Pink Floyd CD and we jammed out for a while,
sipping our java and chatting like old friends. I wasn't surprised at
how close we had gotten on the sofa. We'd inch forward and whisper
little gossip tidbits to each other as if others could be listening,
until our thighs were rubbing.

				* * *

	The coffee was long gone, and the CD was on its fourth go
round, so I decided to head home.

	"Can't believe it's so late," I said without looking at my
watch. I slid forward on the sofa to maximize the contact between our
thighs, hoping to further fuel the fires of my masturbatory fantasies.
I placed my hand on the back of the sofa for leverage. Quickly, she
placed her hand on my thigh and held it firmly.

	"You don't really have to leave now... do you? We were just
getting to know one another." Wild shit started running through my
head. Her touch was burning me. My prick went from flaccid and floppy
to purple and promising within the span of 1.5 seconds. In response, I
slowly slid my hand from the sofa to her face. I caressed her flesh
very gently as we both leaned forward blindly. Our lips found each
other, slowly and gently at first, then with a passionate yearning.

	Our tongues intertwined in the age-old French dance of
foreplay. The heat generated by our bodies was almost overwhelming. I
found it difficult to breath, but we remained joined, breaking only to
kiss her cheek and nose and neck. Her cream colored neck was flawless
and without a single wrinkle. As my nose nuzzled the base of her
throat, I detected a hot, musky odor: the smell of lust reeking from
her every pore. For the first time, I saw this person with whom I had
a working relationship, whom before tonight I didn't like or respect,
vulnerable and ready for the pleasures of a deep-plunging cock. I felt
the heat rush to my cheeks and almost swooned with the feeling that
rode through my entire body.

	Wordlessly, I reached out and began to fondle one rounded
knee, letting my hand revel in the feel of the tight denim covering
the flesh just under the surface. Then I ran my hand up the trembling
flesh of her inner thigh, hesitating at the apex of her jeans to
diddle my fingers at the crossroads of her seams. Linda shuddered at
my touch. She was so soft, so incredibly soft.

	We moaned in unison, our tongues vibrating against one
another. She offered no resistance as I slid my hand from her crotch
slowly up the bulging flesh of her belly and on to her right breast. I
waited for an objection, but there was none. `Surely I latched onto
the wrong thing,' I immediately thought to myself. The object that I
held in my hand could not have possible been Linda's boob. It was huge
and jug-like, and very soft to the touch. It was very hard to tell
through the thickness of her sweater. Again, she read my mind. She
pulled back and we momentarily broke from our embrace. Her face was
flushed and the sweat had beaded on her forehead as I'm sure it had
done on mine. Without saying a word she pulled the sweater over her
head. I had my first view of her bra and tits. The bra was pale blue
and silky in texture. It barely held the twin masses of white flesh
that sprung from her chest. Her belly was a joyous collection of
fleshy rolls that longed to be tongued. It was so smooth, so white, so
silky that it was almost unbelievable.

	I reached out to embrace her, reached upward, behind her back,
and undid the catch of her brassiere and pulled it away, passing the
loops along her arms and out over her hands. Her tits were incredible.
As she wavered on the sofa, it seemed that they had lives of their own
and did not belong to the rest of her body. Widely separated, they
hung from her chest in sloping, curving flesh that reached a crescendo
in two huge reddish nipples, each surrounded by big pink coronas. They
were perfectly formed bitch udders, made for seeing, handling, and
sucking. My mouth watered just from looking at them.

	She reached forward and pulled my shirt and T-shirt over my
head, her fingers lingering on my hairless chest, tentatively at
first, then more boldly. Her fingers caressing my shoulders, then my
nipples. Her touch was electrifying. I grabbed her gently by the arm
and leaned back, pulling her towards me, on top of me. I hugged her
tightly, seeking her lips with my own. Her body was completely on top
of mine. Her chest pressed into me, the moistness forming between us.
She silently slid her hand between us and cupped my cock and balls
through my slacks. I whimpered slightly at her touch, her hand
outlining my dong, squeezing it, measuring it. I felt the puddles of
sweat that had quickly formed between us. I reached to fondle her
breast and was more surprised at the amount of sweat that she had on
her. I broke our embrace to look down between us. What the?!?!? It
wasn't sweat at all: It was MILK, BREAST MILK!

	"I'm so sorry... " Linda said apologetically. "I breast-feed
Bobby pretty regularly." My cock nearly exploded with the revelation.
I couldn't believe it. I squeezed her boob and watched in awe as the
pearly white substance squirted from around her nipple and splashed
upon my chest. One of my lifelong fantasies was about to come true. I
grabbed her by her wide hips and slid her upwards so that her breasts
were directly above my face. I slid one hot nipple into my mouth and
then the other, alternating breasts. My dick strained unbelievably
against my trousers, but he would definitely have to wait. I wrapped
both hands around her right boob and opened my mouth to await the
fountains of mother's milk that were sure to come. I squeezed, gently
at first, then harder and more forcefully. The milk squirted into my
mouth and slid down my throat in an ecstasy of sweet tasting nectar
that was absolutely indescribable. I sucked and suckled like a little
baby, taking my time to enjoy the sweetness. I was so wrapped up in my
own milky desires, that I was completely unaware that Linda was
quaking and shuddering her way through her first orgasm. She let out a
small shriek and collapsed on top of me, my mouth maintaining its
gentle suction.

	After drinking my fill from both of her generous jugs, I made
a decision. On this night, I will give this woman THE BEST fuck
session that she has ever had or will ever have in her entire
lifetime. This would be in repayment for offering me her sweet treats.

	Without hesitating, I reached between us and unsnapped her
jeans. I felt her gut flesh give way and overflow, breaking free from
their tight, denim prison. I tried to peel them down over her hips and
ass, but to no avail. I was going to need help with this one. She got
to her feet and unzipped the jeans completely. As she bent over to
pull them down, her breasts hung from her chest like to twin beehives
swinging in the warm summer breeze. I reached out to touch them for a
brief moment. They felt smooth under my fingers. When Linda stood
upright, I could see... HEAVEN! Her crotch was a mass of red cunt
hair! Long, stringy strands of pubes escaped her panties and poked
freely into the air. Her panties were a match set to her bra and were
soaked through. This added to the wonderful view I was getting of her
fiery forest. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them in
one motion and stood completely naked before me. What glorious flesh!
Unmarred, and creamy looking.

	"How do I look?" she asked meekly.

	"Good enough to eat," I replied. To prove it, I grabbed her
leg and swung it over my head so that her right leg was on the floor
and her left was on the side of my head. I slowly kissed her inner
thigh and was intrigued at the suspended smooth flesh. She leaned
forward, hanging her breasts over the edge of the sofa. At first, it
was difficult to breathe, but I inched down on the sofa and found a
sweet spot. I darted my tongue out and licked at her entire dense red
bush. The smell was incredible: A mixture of breast milk, sweat, cunt
juice, and lust, lots and lots of lust.

	I traced my tongue along her thick cuntlips, occasionally
stopping at her protruding clitoris and sucking it like a nipple. This
slow tease made Linda mad with hump lust. She began to grind her pussy
into my face in search of release. I eased my middle finger into her
pussy up to the first knuckle, no more than an inch, and began to
slide it up and down. Linda wanted it in her. She slid back in hopes
of impaling herself on my finger but I didn't allow her. I was going
to make this one last and make it count.

	Just when she was on the verge of begging for an orgasmic
release, I pushed her over the edge. I shoved two fingers into her
sopping wet cunny and simultaneously munched on her swollen clit until
she screamed in a double clitoral/vaginal orgasm that shook the entire
sofa, and maybe the entire house. Her juices shot out of her quim,
sprayed my hand and splashed upon my chin and throat. I sucked as much
of the honey-sweet liquor as I could, lapping her entire crotch like a
dog.

	We were both motionless for the next two or three minutes.
Catching our breath and returning to the realities of the normal
world. I lovingly caressed her asscheeks and her hips. I couldn't get
enough of her smooth flesh and her gentle bulges.

	She got off of me and stood up in one fluid motion, taking my
hand and standing me up. She pulled me close and grasped my asscheeks
as our lips met. Linda was as tall as I was, so our alignment was no
problem. I grabbed her fleshy cheeks and ground her mound into my
crotch. She breathed heavily into my shoulder as she hungrily humped
the lump in my pants, rubbing her clit across the raised seam. Her
actions became more frantic as she balanced herself on one leg and
hooked the other around my ass to increase the friction on her pussy.
I held on to her as she squirmed, twisted and turned her way through
another quivering orgasm. She muffled her squeaks in my chest and
nearly collapsed in my arms.

	She held her head against my shoulder and caressed my arms as
we stood and embraced like lovers. She gently took my hand and led me
away from the sofa, and down a long hallway. As she trotted ahead of
me, I could really get an excellent look at her body. A flawless
picture of creamy white flesh that looks as if it were made to be
tongued by me and me alone. We walked past what I believed to be the
kitchen and then a bathroom and some closed doors that I assumed were
her kids rooms. At the end of the hall, she opened the door and
beckoned me in.

	When the door closed behind us and we were enveloped by the
warm semi-darkness of her bedroom, we remained silent. She stood
before me, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders. I was breathing
hard and fast. She unsnapped my pants, and slid them down to my
ankles. As I stepped out of them, she cooed at the sight of my dong
poking through my boxer shorts. Swaying rigidly like an untiring
soldier. She pulled down my boxers and lightly gripped my rod,
pulling me gently towards the medium sized bed.

	She turned on a small lamp beside the bed and sat down,
pulling me closer. As I stood in front of her, she looked like I had
never seen her before: Vulnerable and in need of affection. I ran my
fingers through her long red hair and softly touched her cheek. She
leaned forward and nuzzled my pubic hairs with her nose, my cock
rubbing her cheek and poking her hair. She flicked her tongue and
licked the base of my cock. I trembled at the immense pleasure she was
giving me. Then, in one motion, she slid my entire cock in her mouth
and started a combination of sucking and humming that was driving me
absolutely insane. She repeatedly slid my thick cock into her gasping
mouth, sliding it between the compressing, soft lips. Her cheeks
filled and emptied like bellows, and her entire upper body swayed in
unison with her sucking movements. With every stroke her big tits
swayed and bobbed like fleshy pendulums, the taut pink nipples
sticking out like fingertips. I could feel my cockhead lodge into the
back of her throat. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, I
could feel the dam begin to weaken as my balls began to churn. Linda
reached up and began to twist my nipple with one hand and massage my
nuts with the other. I couldn't hold off any longer. The dam broke
and I came with an animal groan, filling Linda's mouth with gobs of
hot spunk. As the cum surged out of me, Linda's mouth sucked harder. I
could hear her gulp and swallow squirts of my hot, sticky cream.

	For the next 20 seconds I continued to cum in her mouth, as if
I has stored up semen for months. She never gave up sucking for an
instant; She was intent on getting every last drop of sticky moisture
out of my dork. Sperm began to dribble from the side of her mouth and
run in a slow stream down her chin, several large drops settling onto
her boobs. She let my dick vacate her moist mouth and lifted her heavy
hanging boob and licked the jizm off of it.

From: lhordhun3@aol.com (LhorDhun3)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Little Christmas Cheer - Pt. 2
Date: 16 Jul 1998 16:17:11 GMT

		       A Little Christmas Cheer
			       Part Two

	Exhausted, I crawled in bed behind her and completely
stretched out. The cool bedspreads against my back and ass felt
wonderful. Linda maneuvered herself at the foot of the bed and slowly
worked her way upward, licking and nibbling at my knees, thighs and
around my crotch. My cock immediately stood at attention, the meat
quickly lengthening itself and unintentionally poking Linda in the
eye. She very lovingly took it in her hand and studied it carefully. I
closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling she was sending through me.
She squeezed it, licked it, slapped it against her cheek. She fondled
the balls through their sac and then kissed them. She took one nut
into her mouth and hummed loudly, sending electric shocks through my
entire body. She inched upwards, kissing my stomach, chest and then
lingered as our lips met briefly. She raised up and positioned herself
over my stiff prick, her juicy snatch perfectly aligned. She lowered
herself slowly and carefully, feeling me fill her every nook and
cranny. The slick silky feeling of her cunt walls was incredible. They
seemed to be milking me without her moving at all. She was still for a
moment, getting used to me being inside her. Then she raised up and
eased back down with a gasp, then again, then again.

	Within minutes she was rhythmically riding me like a jockey,
bouncing up and down furiously, occasionally stopping to grind her
clit into my crotch. I was doing my best to hold back, thinking about
sports, current political events, checking off my Christmas list,
anything but the wonderfully smooth cunt that was beckoning me or the
incredible woman that was giving me such immense pleasure. As her
riding became more violent, she placed her hands on my chest for
leverage, her jugs bouncing up and down, begging to be held. I reached
out with both hands and grabbed them, kneading them like big mounds of
dough. Milk sprayed out and misted over my chest and face. I held my
mouth open and licked openly like a thirsty man in the rain. I pulled
her breasts down to me and began to suck, drinking in more mother's
milk. Linda's gasps turned into yelps, sounding more like a small
puppy barking. Her sounds nearly drowning out the squelching sounds
that my dick made in her sloppy pussy.

	"Oh god!" she screamed, slamming down on me in one big
movement, her body wracked my a huge orgasm that shook the bed. Her
fluids seeped out around my dick and down over my balls and onto the
bedspread beneath me. She came down on top of me, her moist nipples
pushing into my stomach. Her body still quivering and shaking
uncontrollably.

	I held onto her and slowly rolled over on top of her, keeping
us joined. I slowly started rotating my hips and working my dick in,
around and out of her hole. She began to respond immediately. Her
breathing quickened and she held on to me for dear life. I placed my
hands behind her legs and pushed her knees to her chest. I was
surprised at how flexible she was: She was able to place her knees on
the outside of each of her shoulders. The result was an expanse of
exposed thigh and crotch flesh that was made to hold me. I held my
weight on my hands and began to take long strokes into her hot box,
making sure to grind as I bottomed out inside her. Then I started
slamming myself into her, thumping into the back of her cunt, our
bodies making rude slapping sounds as they collided together. Linda
started panting and digging her fingers into my arms.

	"Ohhhhh Yesssssss!" she hissed, her cunt opening and closing
around my cock. The tears from her closed eyes streaked down her face.
She was frantically gasping for air as another orgasm overcame her.
Her titties wobbled and shook like a `cream Jello' mold, and her
snatch clamped shut on my dick. I held onto her as she trembled and
silently cried.

	I wiped her tears away and withdrew my stiff dick from her,
turning her over for some more action. She was ready for anything and
I was willing to give it. She was on her hands and knees and I was
kneeling behind her, my staff pointed at her red bush. I pushed into
her and without hesitation, began to hump her like a dog. My ass
muscles flexed and pumped like a finely oiled piece of machinery.
After a few minutes of this, I grabbed two handfuls of flesh at
Linda's hips and began to pull her back onto me, her fleshy hips and
ass jiggling and wiggling at each thrust.

	Not knowing how she'd react, I slowly and cautiously slipped a
thumb into her hairy asshole and began to twist it. She bucked like a
wild stallion and was overcome by the feelings of double penetration
that swept through her. Then I slid the other thumb in, twisting both
simultaneously. I continued to thump into her pussy and flapped my
rotating hands like the wings of a butterfly. Her asshole was tight,
too tight, I thought, for what I had in mind, but I was determined to
give it a try anyway.

	I slowly slid out her cooz and lined my cock up to her
asshole. I replaced my thumbs with my slippery dickhead and slowly
began to push inward. Linda froze, I surmised that this was her
introduction to backdoor lovin' so I decided to make it as pleasant
for her as possible. After I had worked my way up to my base in her
ass, I reached under and began to tickle her clit. Linda began to
respond by rhythmically sliding herself onto and off of my impaled
cock. After several minutes of slow, calculated movements, Linda's ass
was accustomed to the intruder within it. I began to ride my roller
coaster to the top of the hill as I slid in and out of that incredibly
tight, virgin asshole. I pushed Linda flat onto the bed and continued
to ream her from above, forcing her blubbery cheeks apart with my
dong. The feeling was fucking incredible. The smell that had developed
was a mixture of hump lust, pussy, and shit that only heightened the
pleasure that I was giving and getting.

	Linda was whimpering into to bedspread as I repeatedly came
crashing down on top of her, my pubes scratching her asscheeks and our
bodies making slurping suction and slapping noises. I looked between
us and saw my shit-covered cock in the dim light. The brown liquid
seeped out of Linda's ass and down her pussy lips. My roller coaster
was very close to the top as I slammed down onto her, violently
shaking the bed, my dick being squeezed by her shitty ass. I couldn't
hold out any longer. I bit hard into Linda's shoulder as my cock-juice
spurted from me into her willing ass. It was without a doubt, one of
the most intense orgasms I've ever had in my entire life. Linda came
as well, her musky juice spraying out of her and across my ballsac.
Her ass convulsively nipping at the base of my spent prick.

	I remained on top of her, licking the sore spot were I had
bitten her, regaining my strength for possibly another go round. Linda
had different ideas. She rolled from beneath me and stepped into an
adjacent bathroom. She began to clean herself, wiping the cum from her
face, cleaning the shit from her pussy and ass. Then I looked at my
own area. I needed a good cleaning as well. My semi-erect cock was
covered with shit and cum. I got off of the bed and went into the
bathroom. The slime on my cock dripped as it swayed at half-mast. The
bathroom was a pink and baby blue paradise, complete with a bidet, and
a very wide freestanding tub/shower. This is where I went. I blasted
the warm water across my entire body and was really impressed at the
size of the tub. It rivaled the size of the bed! I lay down in the
tub, the water rained downed upon me as I enjoyed the feeling. Linda
walked over to me with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

	"What's wrong baby?" I said, taking her hand.

	"I have to go to the bathroom" she replied, glancing over at
the toilet. I laughed out loud and pulled her to me. She stepped into
the tub as I reached and shut the water off with my toes. Her feet
were on either side of me, her moist, red bush directly over my
stomach. Smiling at her, I reached and began to caress her puffy
cuntlips, sliding one then two then three fingers into her sweet
honeypot. She shivered at my touch. Then my pinky slid in. I began to
hand fuck her, shoving my entire hand up to the knuckles in her
sopping wet pussy, using my thumb to massage her thick swollen clit.
Then I began to rotate my hand, causing a strained expression to
appear on Linda's face.

	"Please... oooohhhhh... I have to peeeeeee," she pleaded.
Come to think of it, I had to let go myself.

	"Go ahead," I commanded. "Piss on meeeeeee." I halted my fist
action and waited. The expression on her face remain strained as she
eased her insides and relaxed herself enough to release. Then her
expression changed to one of extreme pleasure. The sticky liquid began
to seep out of her, slowly at first, then in a steady stream. The
warm piss squirted around my inserted hand and ran down my arm as I
started to pump in and out of her with my fist. Her cunt gripped my
hand as I pumped and wriggled my fingers inside her. She was quickly
close to cumming again and I knew it. I pushed my entire hand into her
dripping pussy, her cuntlips gripping my wrist as I opened and closed
my hand like a flower. Linda shuddered and came, squirting a mix of
cum and pee around my wrist. As she rotated her hips in unison with my
thrusts, she let out a small fart that left her asshole, and wormed
its way out of her chubby buttcheeks. In response, I squeezed one off
myself. A big, noisy, smelly concoction of tuna fish, and fruit salad.
Kind of surprised, she squeezed out another one, this one larger and
smellier than mine. It had kind of a ham n' egg whiff with a touch of
onions and green peppers.

	During our fartfest, a surprised look came over Linda's face.
She looked down at me.

	"I really have to go to the BATHROOM this time," she said,
holding up two fingers. I pulled my fist out of her twitching snatch
with an audible plop, the juice and pee covering my hand like slime. I
walked my fingers between her thighs and quickly slid my middle up her
ass, feeling the creamy damn that had built up behind her sphincter. I
massaged the wall of shit with my finger, poking it and prodding it.
Without any warning at all, she started shitting in my hand, the
creamy substance oozing out around my finger. Mortified, I tried to
catch the poop in my hands, but once I smelled the odor that filled
the bathroom, my cock began to rise and I didn't care. Linda squatted
and began to eagerly shit and fart on my stomach. The shit laid on me
in a heap of light creamy brown goo with bits of peanuts and corn
mixed in generously. I rubbed the shit into my chest and smeared it
all over me and her, rolling the peanuts against her thighs. I pushed
Linda back, easing her shit-filled hole over my now fully erect dick.
I hunched upwards, shoving my cock through the creamy barrier. Just
thinking about the sinful, filthy pleasures was enough to put me on
the edge.

	Linda rocked swiftly back and forth, rubbing her shit into her
stomach and breasts, occasionally squeezing them and staring at the
milk that dribbled out. Her wobbly buttcheeks slapping against my
haunches, shit and puddles of breast milk slapping and squishing
between us. The smell and the sight were much too much for me to
handle. My balls began a slow bubble, that intensified with each
stroke into that hot, shitty ass. With one final lurch upward and a
loud throaty scream, my balls emptied, spraying the insides of her
anal cavity with sticky wads of sperm-infested goo. Linda continued
rubbing the shit and milk into her breasts, trembling as the warm cum
splattered against her insides.

	We remained silent for a moment, not moving. My cock slowly
shrinking in her still throbbing ass. As my cock got smaller, I could
feel the floodgates opening in my bladder. Uncontrollably, my own hot
piss began to flow, gushing against Linda's insides. Linda throbbed
once she realized what was happening. I pulled my dork out of her ass
and watched my twitching dong sway back and forth, the yellow stream
of piss cascading upwards, arching, and then splashing down onto both
of us like some magnificent Roman water fountain. It was glorious, a
perfect ending to a night of naughty, adulterous games.

	We were both very exhausted, and very filthy. As Linda
squeezed the remainder of the piss/shit/cum mixture out of her ass, I
caressed her hair with one of my big toes and slyly flipped the water
with the other. The warm water against us felt incredibly good,
washing away all of the filth and sweat. We stood up and washed each
other lovingly, occasionally stopping to kiss or fondle one another,
our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I took good care in
cleaning Linda's asshole and snatch, stopping only to insert a finger
or two to keep her honest. We also cleaned each others fingernails,
making sure that no shit remained.

	She dried me off as I walked back down the hallway, picking up
my clothes along the way. The house no longer smelled like flowers, it
reeked of sex. We stepped into the living room, pausing, listening.
The CD was still playing! We giggled and she went to turn it off. I
stood up straight, fully dressed and looked around, making sure that
there was no sign of me there. I silently pointed to my coffee cup
that was on the table. She quickly picked up both cups and headed back
for the kitchen, her ass jiggling as she jogged. She returned quickly.
I was in the doorway, checking outside. I turned and held my arms out
to her, embracing her, letting our tongues dance and strain against
one another. My hands gripping her fleshy ass and pulling her to me.
We broke away reluctantly, looking at each other as lovers, and not as
enemies or adversaries. We stayed silent and smiled as I turned and
walked towards my car.

	As I drove away, I could see her milky white form standing in
her doorway, smiling. Her thick pink nipples shimmering in the white
light of the street lamp. The mop of red hair on her head and the
thick red bush between her legs in complete contrast to the rest of
her body. I waved as did she.

	I sped away, listening to Zeppelin, wondering if what had just
happened was real or just some bizarre fantasy that my mind had
created. I decided not to question it. The raw feeling in my dick was
enough to make me believe...