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...