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Christmas with the Andersons
by J BOSWELL
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults,
only. The author has uploaded it exclusively to known
"Adults, only" BBSs, and requests that you exercise the
same discretion. Also, this is fiction -- in real
life, please protect your lover and yourself by
practicing safe sex.
(c) Copyright December, 1995 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except
those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
BBS) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine,
CD-ROM, etc.) requires the author's explicit permission.
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*********
CHAPTER 1
Tuesday, December 20th -- Part 1
*
Bobby Anderson looked up from his math text and stared out
the window. It was dusk outside and the quad was almost empty.
Two girls walked by, carrying suitcases and laughing about
something. They were going home for the holidays, and here he
was, sitting in his dorm room, three thousand miles from home,
studying math on a Friday night.
Bobby knew he was screwed as soon as the exam schedule was
published just after Thanksgiving; but, since it was the first
semester of his freshman year, he wasn't surprised. He had two
exams scheduled for the first day of exam week, one on the second
day, and two on the very last day of exams -- Monday, December
19th. After checking with his professors and confirming what he
expected -- that he couldn't take the last two exams at an
alternate, earlier time -- he resigned himself to his fate and
booked a flight back home for Tuesday, the 20th.
With a solid semester's base of good grades, Bobby wasn't
about to stress over exams -- sure, he studied, but he didn't
stress. The biggest drag to his exam week was that over that
last, long weekend, he felt like the last kid left on the huge
campus. It seemed like everyone else had split for home. Only
one cafeteria was open and that was pretty much empty when he got
his meals. The dorms were virtually empty. The Frat houses were
dark. No dances, no parties, no keggers, no kicks.
And just when he could have used a nice, warm piece of ass
to fill the empty hours and relieve a little pre-exam tension!
But he tried, anyway. After eight unanswered phone calls, it was
obvious that there wasn't a girl left on campus that he knew and
was a possibility for a quick fuck.
As a last resort, on Sunday night, when he finished
studying, he dug out an old PENTHOUSE and dialed a phone-sex
number he and his roommate had tried a few times during the
semester. The women were all supposed to be coeds in Ohio,
somewhere. Bobby didn't care. The ones he had talked to had all
been nice and sexy and had great voices. He was talking to
Debbie, "a senior," and he whacked-off to her sweet, sexy voice
as she talked him through an imaginary butt-fuck.
As he listened to Debbie's smooth, silky voice, Bobby
gripped his love-pole and let his mind drift back to his first,
real butt-fuck. It had been in October, during Rush week...
*
Rush week was pure madness. All the Frat houses were open
and the brothers were more than happy to show off their Frat's
"benefits." The parties all that week had been often, loud, and
crowded -- filled with beer and booze and music and women. Bobby
fondly acknowledged that rush week may have been the absolute
best week in his entire young life.
Bobby and a few of his friends had been invited to the big
Sigma Frat house for another party late in the week. A few hours
into the party, Bobby was almost-blitzed and trying hard to put
the moves on a big-titted, upperclass, blonde beauty in the
kitchen when his friend, Alan, rushed over to him and whispered
his boozy breath into Bobby's ear, "Ya gotta come downstairs,
Bob. You won't believe it, man!"
Bobby reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the blonde's
obvious nipples poking at her thin blouse, "I'm busy, man. Can't
you see?"
Alan's bloodshot eyes rolled around in his head, "Wi' who,
man? I'on't see nobody. And ya gotta come with me!"
"Fuck off, Alan." Bobby turned back to the blonde, only to
discover she had already moved away and was talking to two of the
Sigma brothers. He grabbed Alan's shoulder, "Fuck! Alright,
man, but this better be good!"
Alan, drunk as a skunk -- as usual -- nodded solemnly and
led him to a door just behind the kitchen. Down a set of stairs
was another big TV room, and except for a couple making out on
the sofa, empty with all the partying going on upstairs. And
behind that room was a large, dark storage room, the walls lined
with shelves filled with boxes, luggage, and bags. Alan kept
walking until he stopped at a large door with a bright red
cartoon train engine painted on it. In gold letters below the
smiling choo-choo were the words "The Train Room -- Enter those
who dare!"
Alan reached for the doorknob and turned to Bobby, grinning
stupidly and holding his finger up to his lips in the "Shhh!"
gesture.
Inside was another large room. The walls were painted a
dark gray or brown and were rough stone. The ceiling was low.
Light came from what looked like hundreds of candles sitting on
little shelves mounted all over the walls. The floor was
brightly multicolored -- dozens and dozens of pillows and
beanbags.
And wriggling on those pillows, Bobby stared in fascination
as he watched two nude young women perform cunnilingus on each
other!
Now, as his eyes adjusted, Bobby noticed around the room
stood six or seven Sigma brothers and another two or three
freshmen besides Alan and himself. Everybody was watching the
sweating, sloppy, slurpy girls go at it. Bobby didn't feel all
that drunk anymore and his cock was threatening to burst through
his jeans.
Like it was rehearsed, or at least like it had been done
often before, just as the girls began to moan as though they were
getting close to orgasm, four brothers moved two dark
A-frame-type things out from the walls. The other brothers
pulled the girls apart and helped them onto the frames. Then the
brothers began dropping their slacks and underwear.
Bobby now saw that the frames were upholstered and made for
one thing, only. The girls were bent over the frames, with their
knees resting on a soft cushion. Their naked butts were on
display and cock-high. Their heads, arms and breasts hung over
the other side of the padded frame. There were straps on the
frame for wrists and ankles, but no one was bothering with them,
now. Instead, one brother was feeding healthy gulps of Jack
Daniels to the girls out of the bottle.
Observing the brothers, it was obvious that the routine was
simple. Get in line and when it was your turn, shove it in.
Bobby and the other freshmen dropped their trousers and
underwear, too.
Bobby waited in line, hoping he wouldn't cum just watching
the guys in front of him do their thing. Finally, the guy
immediately in front of him finished, and Bobby was staring at a
girl's round, white, spread asscheeks. Cum was dripping from
both red holes. Bobby didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and
pressed his boner into the girl's ass an inch at a time. He had
never felt anything so tight and so hot wrapped around his prick!
He got his entire length in easier than he expected, and felt his
balls slap against the girl's pussy. In seconds, he was doing
the nasty like he had never done it before! In and out. In and
out. Shoving in deep and hard and pulling out again. He was in
heaven! Then, almost without warning, he felt his juices boiling
along his pipeline and he was shooting his cum deep into the
girl's ass.
What a cum!
His climax had been so total that he was surprised when his
prick began to recover within minutes. He watched his friends
and the others take their turn with the girls and then he was
ready and burying his cock in the second girl's ass. And it felt
just as good as the first time!
After this second workout, he was thirsty and he and Alan
made their way, giggling and laughing, back up to the kitchen for
a beer. The two of them sat at a table, drinking beer after
beer, grinning at each other like idiots and repeating, "Oh,
man!" over and over again. It wasn't until the next day that he
realized he didn't see either girl's face very well, and to his
frustration, he never found out who either of the girls was!
*
Now, Sunday night, back in his dorm room, alone and talking
on the phone...
Finally, his cum shot high over his thighs and he thanked
Debbie for a nice time over the phone. He was glad he called.
Not the real thing, but it did relieve some of that awful
pre-exam pressure.
*
At five o'clock on Monday afternoon, with a little sigh and
a lot of satisfaction, Bobby handed in his bluebooks for his last
exam, then went back to his room, packed his bags, and drank
vodka until he passed out.
Early Tuesday morning, hungover and unable to find anybody
going to the airport, he took a taxi and joined the mad throng of
people going home for the holidays. The airport was jammed and
in chaos. The flight was overbooked. The weather was bad.
There were stops and connecting flights. The planes were too hot
and too loud. There were too many screaming kids and grouchy old
people.
Finally, at a little after six that evening, as his headache
slowly disappeared, he saw the lights of Baltimore out his window
and the pilot announced that they would be landing in under five
minutes. Bobby took one last glance at the flight attendant's
tight ass and superb legs and got ready to land.
BWI was no less crowded than LAX, but it was home, and that
made it all better.
"Bobby! Bobby, over here!"
He looked across the concourse and saw the beautiful woman
waving at him. She was petite and gorgeous. She was dressed in
pressed jeans, low-heeled boots, a pink button-down shirt, and a
navy blazer. Her dark hair was a perfect frame for her face -- a
precise page-boy cut that looked like it cost more than his
tuition. Her face was flawless -- creamy complexion, startling
blue eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and red-red, full lips.
Bobby cursed the gods and their twisted sense of humor for
placing this impossibly beautiful, incredibly sexy -- but
absolutely untouchable -- goddess in his life.
"Hi, mom!" [`Just call me Oedipus and lock me away,' he
thought grimly, `but -- DAMN! -- my mother is HOT!']
As he hugged his mother, Bobby noticed for the first time
that there was someone with her. She was slightly shorter than
his mother and dressed in black-and-white saddle shoes, white
socks, a plaid, pleated skirt (stopping several inches above her
cute knees), and a white school blouse. Her legs were perfectly
curved, her plaid-clad hips round, and the blouse filled to
maximum capacity. Her pale face with the large, pale-gray eyes
was beyond pretty and her long, honey-color hair was in an
innocent-yet-oh-so-sexy ponytail.
[`Oh, Jesus,' Bobby thought, `these freakin' gods are
bustin' my balls!']
"Hi, sis! I didn't see you standing there."
Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him, but Bobby
thought he remembered his little sister a lot younger looking and
not quite as... as... developed when he left for college in
August. Sure, she had started to develop, but... she had still
been a young girl -- but, obviously, no more!
Almost in answer to his thoughts, Bobby's mother said, "Your
father thinks there must be something in the water. 'Manda's
grown up a lot in the five months since you were home, hasn't
she?"
"I'll say!" Bobby enthusiastically replied. Then continued
in what he hoped was a more subdued, less obvious manner, "you
look great, sis. It looks like field hockey and basketball are
agreeing with you."
The young girl blushed through her tight hug with her big
brother. She was thrilled to have him home, but was determined
not to let on how much she had missed him this last semester.
They had sent greeting cards back and forth, and of course, they
had talked on the phone, but now, she was happy because the
family was all back together. It was going to be a great
Christmas!
After retrieving Bobby's luggage, the three Andersons made
their way through the swarm of people and into the parking lot.
As they walked through the bustling crowds, Bobby noticed how
often men and boys turned their heads to stare and follow his
mother and sister, and had to admit that he couldn't blame them.
He kept switching his own glances between the little `GUESS?'
triangle on his mother's cute butt and the sexy sway and bounce
to his sister's plump tail wrapped in her short, tight school
plaid and her bare legs.
He hadn't noticed before, but as they emerged from the
covered `short-term' lot and waited in line to pay the parking
fee, Bobby stared out the window. "Snow?! This early in
Baltimore? After five months in Southern California, this is
like a movie."
Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's new,
big Chevy wagon, and nodded, "Yes, it's been flurrying on and off
all day. They're not calling for any accumulation, but we've all
heard that before, haven't we?"
"Maybe we won't have school tomorrow!" chirped Amanda.
"Oh, 'Manda," sighed Laurie, "you only have two days left.
You know you won't be doing any real work. Just go in and enjoy
the atmosphere."
"Yeah, I like the atmosphere in Sister `Mary-Murderer's'
class the best! She's giving a TEST, tomorrow!"
Mother and son laughed at the girl's pitiful voice.
"It's Sister Mary Marder, missy. You better not slip and
say her nickname within earshot of school!"
With a roll of her big gray eyes, Amanda whined, "Yes, mom,
I know."
The ride home over the wet highways was warm and happy.
Bobby told them not to worry about his grades, that he wasn't
seeing anyone "special," that the school food sucked, and that
his roommate was obsessed with cleaning between his toes and
trimming his nose hair.
"Oh, gross!" giggled Amanda, from the backseat. "But he
sounds so nice on the phone."
Bobby looked back over his shoulder and was immediately glad
that he did. Amanda was slouched into the corner of the seat and
her short skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing acres of white,
smooth, prime thigh meat; and the lighting was just bad enough to
let Bobby think that he maybe caught a glimpse of white cotton
panties.
[`Damn! I'm horny!' he thought.]
"Ahemm. He is nice, sis. He's just a little gross about
his personal hygiene. Believe me, I could have done a lot worse.
And he thinks you sound nice on the phone, too. I had to tell
him that besides being my little sister, you were too young for
him to even think about."
"Oh, Bobby! We just joke around when I call and you're not
in the room. It's harmless."
Bobby turned around to the front, nervous, wondering if he
had been too blatant in the way he was looking at his little
sister. In reaction to his stare, Amanda had quickly re-arranged
herself on the seat and pulled her skirt back down almost to her
knees. The rest of the ride was uneventful.
When they pulled into the garage and piled out of the wagon,
Laurie told Bobby that a half dozen of his friends had called for
him over the weekend.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'm the last of the crowd to get home.
Everybody else has probably been partying since Friday night."
Laurie patted his cheek and hugged him, again. "Well, I'm
glad you're home, but I know you want to go out and catch up in
the partying department. I understand."
"Thanks, Mom."
"I'm surprised Jennifer didn't call. Did you two stay in
touch while you were away?"
Jennifer Stallings was the girl Bobby had dated exclusively
(well, almost exclusively) for the last two-and-a-half years of
high school. "Sure, Mom, we stayed in touch, but she and her
parents are on a Christmas cruise, somewhere. She won't be home
until after New Years."
"Oh, that's a shame. I'm sure you were anxious to see her,
again."
"Absolutely. Now I won't have anybody to kiss at midnight
on New Year's Eve."
"Ha! I doubt that, Honey. Besides, you could always stay
home and then you'd have your old mother to kiss."
"Yeah! Right, Mom!"
*
*********
Chapter 2
Tuesday, December 20th -- Part 2
*
The house smelled like fresh pine and cinnamon, and was
decorated with red ribbons, fresh-cut greens, tiny white lights,
and lit candles. The Christmas tree glowed in the corner of the
family room and looked like it was growing out of an island of
wrapped packages.
"The house looks beautiful, Mom. Martha Stewart couldn't do
better."
"Thanks, Dear! You're so sweet. Hungry?"
"No. I ate on the plane and I think I'd rather get on the
phone. See what's going on."
"Well, I hope your father gets home before you go out
gallivanting around for the night."
After several phone calls, Bobby decided that the most
promising party would be at Scott Jordan's house, just the next
block over. After a shower, shave, and change of clothes, he was
ready to get drunk and get laid, in either order. He did have
the chance to say hello to his father as he walked out the back
door and his father walked in.
*
Robert C. Anderson, Senior, entered the house and gave his
gorgeous wife a peck on the cheek.
"Hello, Dear. I think that was our son who just gave me a
`hello' and `goodbye' as I walked in."
Laurie turned from the bar and handed her husband a double
Johnny Walker Black, on the rocks with a twist. "Yes, that was
him. On his way to Scott's to catch up on his partying."
"No jet-lag? God, how I envy their energy. He looked good,
didn't he?"
"Mm-huh. He said his grades are great and everything is
fine at school."
"Good."
"Hi, Daddy!"
Robert, Sr. looked up from his drink to see his daughter
standing at the doorway to the familyroom.
"Well, hello, Princess! How's my angel, today?"
Amanda hugged her dad and, as she walked by her mother,
snatched the glass of Bailey's Irish Cream from her hand and
swallowed a large gulp from the glass.
"Amanda!" her mother exclaimed.
"Mmmm-mmmm, good!" Amanda, grinning broadly, handed the
drink back to her mother.
"Oh, come on, Laurie" said Robert, Sr., "it was just a sip,
and it is the holidays."
"Thanks, Daddy. Well, I better go up and finish my
homework," and with a dramatic stare at he mother, "-- if I'm not
too drunk! 'Night, you two."
"G'night, Princess," smiled Robert. Sr.
"I won't be far behind you, Dear," said Laurie, as she
finished her drink, "I'm beat, and it's not even Christmas, yet!"
*
Bobby slipped and almost fell on the wet grass. It had
stopped snowing and the moon was bright but it had gotten colder
and there were slippery, not-quite-ice wet patches. It was a
little before 1 a.m. and he was wasted. Studying for exams, last
night's vodka, the long flight home and a few beers at Scott's
had knocked him for a loop. Bobby was desperate to crash in his
own warm bed.
The party hadn't been much of a party, and he hadn't gotten
very lucky. In fact, he thought he was going to strike-out,
completely until he found little Heather Atwell soused in the
basement. Heather had looked good in her tight sweater, tiny
skirt, and those sexy thigh-high stockings, but Bobby had to
concentrate to forget that she was only 14 and in Amanda's class
at school.
Anyway, any port in a storm, as they say.
Bobby sat down next to her and put his arm around her
shoulders. "Hi, there, Heather."
He remembered her earning her reputation as a little slut as
she made the rounds last summer; but, he was still surprised at
how quickly she melted into him and began returning his kisses.
Encouraged, his hand quickly slid up under her blouse to grab
some warm tit-flesh. Her small titties were very firm and pointy
with small, very hard nipples. She moaned into his mouth and
slid forward on the sofa. Bobby took his cue and removed his
hand from her chest and slid it up her thighs to her
panty-covered pussy. When his fingers pushed aside her panty
elastic and attacked her tumescent clit, she buried her face in
his chest and squirmed her way through a climax, moaning into his
sweater.
[`Christ! What a hair-trigger this little whore has!' Bobby
marvelled.]
Bobby did a quick survey of the darkened game-room and saw
that everybody else was engaged in the same type of activity as
he and Heather and decided that the time was right.
He placed Heather on her back on the sofa and slid her tiny
red panties down her thin legs and off one foot. She obligingly
placed one foot on the floor as Bobby lowered his face down to
cover her pink, steamy gash. He buried his face between her wet,
pink lips and alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside
her pussy and licking, sucking, and nibbling on the little
tramp's clit. True to form, he had only just started when she
crashed into her second big orgasm.
Bobby was ready for some of his own fun but was surprised as
Heather reached down and pulled her panties up.
"What are you doin', Heather? What about me?"
"I'll take care of you, Bobby, but you aren't going to fuck
me."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not, okay? Now just sit back."
Bobby was too horny and too tired to argue with this drunk,
young teenager. He certainly didn't want a scene; so he sat back
on the sofa and watched as Heather slowly lowered his zipper and
pulled out his hard cock.
"Oh! You're pretty big, Bobby," she said as she swung her
hair out of the way and lowered her mouth down over his cock,
sucking at his prick as she swallowed him deeply.
"Ough!" Bobby knew he wasn't going to last long, and damn,
this little cocksucker was good! "Ohhhh!" Too soon! Too soon,
Bobby could feel his balls boiling and ready to shoot!
Heather popped his dick out of her little mouth, wrapped a
small hankie over the tip of his cock, and began to vigorously
pump his prick up and down.
"Noooo! In your mouth! Pleeease!"
Heather mutely shook her head and continued pumping. Bobby
was too close to insist. Then, his warm cum was filling her
hankie and he was sinking back, slumping deep into the cushions
and sucking at his now-warm beer.
He watched Heather wipe her fingers and throw the hankie
behind the sofa.
He had to know. "Heather, why wouldn't you fuck me? And
why did you stop sucking my dick?"
"Because..."
"Come on, Heather. After what we just did together..."
"Alright! I went to confession today, and I don't want to
have to go again before Christmas Mass!"
*
Bobby chuckled to himself, recalling her comment as he cut
through the back yards of his neighbors. [`It must be
interesting being a Catholic and a slut. Somehow, the little
bitch has rationalized that fucking and sucking are confessable
sins, but hand-jobs and spreading her pussy open to be eaten
aren't! I'd like to hear that little whore's confessions!']
To his left, Bobby noticed a bright light in one of the
houses. [`Maybe it's a bedroom!' he thought]
As he made his way over the grass to take a closer look,
Bobby happily remembered what must have been the thousands of
hours he and Scott had spent prowling the backyards and streets
in the neighborhood during all the years they had been best
friends. They were always searching for that one woman or girl
who loved to get undressed or that couple who loved to make love
with the curtains open. They had occasionally lucked out with a
long glimpse of some pink flesh, but their peeping-tom routine
didn't really pay off until Bobby noticed that Scott's older
sister never closed her curtains. Scott was chagrinned that the
only dependable exhibitionist in the neighborhood was his sister,
but he quickly learned to enjoy watching her (and sometimes her
and her boyfriends) as much as Bobby did.
Now, standing outside the lit window, Bobby spied in, only
to see old Mrs. Phillips wrapping Christmas presents.
[`Time to get home, Bobby-boy.']
*
Bobby quietly entered through the garage and made his way up
the back stairs. As he walked down the hall to his room, he
noticed Amanda's light was on and her door was open a crack.
To his disappointment, as he pressed his eye to the crack,
he saw that she was in bed with the covers up to her neck, on her
side, reading a book. He pressed the door open a little farther.
"What are you still doing up, Munchkin? You have school
tomorrow."
Amanda looked up from her book and smiled at her big
brother.
She was so beautiful, Bobby could feel his chest tighten and
his heart beating inside it.
"Hi, Bobby! I'm still studying. You're home early."
"I'm beat. I should still be going strong, `cause I'm still
on California time, but I've had it."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. How was the party? All
your old friends there?"
"Some. It was a small crowd. I saw Heather Atwell there."
"Yuck! I hope you didn't shake hands with her -- who knows
what you'd catch!"
Bobby had walked into the room and now sat down on the bed.
Amanda moved back towards the wall to give him more room.
"Why? What do you mean, Amanda?"
"Well, let's just say that she's... ah... been around. You
don't get kicked out of school for nothing."
"She doesn't go to school with you, anymore?"
Amanda shook her head. "She got kicked out before
Thanksgiving. She was at some big party that got busted and all
the kids were doing everything -- booze, drugs, sex --
everything! And there are rumors that she had an abortion."
Bobby was relieved to hear that Amanda and Heather were no
longer classmates. He didn't need Heather telling his little
sister all about what went on in Scott's basement!
"Well, I better let you get back to studying, so you can get
some sleep."
Amanda reached a hand out from under the blanket and
squeezed Bobby's biceps. "I'm glad you're home, safe and sound,
Bobby. I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Munchkin." Bobby leaned down to give
Amanda a little goodnight kiss, but she was so pretty and so warm
and soft and smelled so good, that he pressed his lips to hers
harder than he intended. His tongue shot from his mouth and
pushed between her full, puffy lips as his hand cupped the
impressive bulge of her heavy, round, bra-less breast under the
blanket.
How long did that moment last?
Bobby didn't know, but was sure it was only an instant. But
it was a magical instant. One he would kill to repeat -- over
and over again.
When the instant ended, Amanda gently rolled her head and
lips away from Bobby's and readjusted the blankets (and her body
under them).
"What are you doing, big brother?" Her gray eyes were huge
and she was smiling in a wry sort of way.
"Ah... 'Manda, I um..."
"Go to bed, Bobby. The beer and the jet-lag have you acting
crazy. Sleep tight."
"G'night, Amanda. See you tomorrow."
*
If he hadn't been so exhausted, Bobby would have liked
thinking about that kiss and the feel of his little sister's
firm, round breast for a while before falling asleep. But he was
exhausted. So exhausted, he fell asleep as his head hit his
pillow. But he went to sleep with the conviction that, even if
only for the briefest micro-instant, his sexy little sister had
returned his kiss.
*
*********
Chapter 3
Wednesday, December 21st -- Part 1
*
Laurie Anderson awoke to "Grandma Got Run-over By a
Reindeer" on the clock radio and quickly hit the snooze bar. She
cuddled under the down comforter and snuggled closer to her
husband, who was still dead to the world. Finally, when the
radio popped back on with Kenny G playing some Christmas tune (At
least she thought it was a Christmas tune. With him, how could
you tell? Everything sounded the same!), Laurie rolled out of
bed with a grunt, turned the radio off, and made her way to the
bathroom, ready to begin the morning routine and looking forward
to the day.
Laurie Anderson loved the Christmas season. She still got a
giddy buzz from all the excitement, just like a little kid. She
loved the nip in the air, the shopping and decorations, the
lights, the cooking and baking, and decorating the tree. She
loved the entertaining and the parties. Even the office was more
fun -- people dressed better than the rest of the year, there
were sweet tables and little gifts and lots of flirting. And the
kids... She loved watching the kids at Christmas. She had
really missed Bobby being away all semester, but especially since
Thanksgiving. Watching her two children get more animated by the
day as Christmas approached was her deepest-felt pleasure of the
season, and Bobby being three thousand miles away had changed
that for her this year. But, now he was home and things were
wonderful!
If she could whistle, she would have been whistling as she
stepped from the shower and towelled herself dry. She stepped
from the bathroom into her dressing area; and, as she did, she
looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the side
wall.
The smooth, white body reflected in the glass didn't look
all that bad for a thirty-seven (okay, almost thirty-eight) year
old mother of two. She worked hard to keep in shape and, so far,
her efforts had been rewarded in firmness and muscle tone. She
cupped her hands under her still-firm and heavy, round breasts.
Only a slight sag and sexier for it, she thought. Laurie smiled
as she watched the dark pink areolae crinkle up and her nipples
lengthen just from the slightest touch.
[`Oooo... I'm horny!' she giggled to herself, `I better put
these dangerous 38's away, before they get me in trouble!']
Her eyes dropped down to her tummy. Maybe a little softer
and rounder than when she was eighteen years old, but still
pretty firm and not that far from flat. Her eyes still sliding,
they passed her womanly hips, and stopped at her bare pussy-lips.
Early in their marriage, Robert once mentioned that pussy hair
was a real turn-off for him, and even though she wasn't overly
hairy, from that night on, she had kept it either bikini-mohawk
trimmed or cleanly shaven. It wasn't a bother as long as she
kept after it and used the right creams and ointments. Now,
after all these years, Laurie thought no more about shaving her
pussy than she did about shaving her legs and underarms. But as
she looked in the mirror and spread her legs a little wider, she
marvelled that she still found the sight of her own naked
pussy-lips so erotic. Her pussy hair didn't turn her off, but
her naked pussy sure did turn her on!
She shuddered as she rubbed her hands across her
still-hardening nipples.
And that was another thing Laurie thought about as she
looked at this attractive, maybe even sexy woman in the mirror...
She was beginning to believe the old wives' tales about a woman's
prime in the later years... she'd been feeling so horny... no,
horny didn't quite encompass the feeling -- she'd been feeling so
downright randy lately! And with all the well-dressed and
fast-talking salesmen and company reps stopping by in the office,
and flirting, she'd found herself fantasizing about naughty, sexy
interludes with almost all of them!
[`Time to get dressed, Laurie-girl, and wipe those nasty
thoughts from your dirty little mind,' she thought to herself and
she stepped to her dresser.]
She quickly selected and put on her "D"-cup bra, panties and
pantyhose in the still dark bedroom and then stepped back to her
dressing area. After her make-up was applied (just a touch
heavier than usual) she slid into her slip, silk blouse, and
short black skirt. She felt pretty and sexy when she walked out
of the closet in her highest heels.
"Yum! You look good enough to eat, Mrs. Anderson."
Laurie smiled at Robert, Sr., not missing the lump under the
comforter. "Now you say that. Where were you when I wanted to
cuddle, last night and earlier this morning?"
"Well, I'm here, now, and you still look good enough to eat,
Laurie."
"No time, Robert. I have carpool this morning and I haven't
heard a peep from Amanda's room. Have you?"
Robert shook his head and Laurie walked down the hall to her
daughter's room. When there was no answer to her light knocks,
she opened the door. The light was still on and Amanda's history
book was still open on the bed. The poor child had fallen asleep
studying!
Laurie walked to the bed and gently shook her daughter
awake. "Amanda. 'Manda, honey. Time to get up, Dear."
Amanda cracked her eyelids open. "Eh..? Oh! Okay, Mom.
I'll shower as fast as I can."
Laurie walked back into her bedroom.
The door closed behind her and she heard the lock click. As
she turned, she saw her husband standing there wearing only a
smile and an impressive morning erection for a man of 53!
She knew what he wanted.
Over the nearly twenty years that they had been married,
Laurie knew that one of Robert's favorite turn-ons was having sex
when Laurie was all dressed up for a function and ready to leave.
Laurie couldn't guess how many times what was about to happen
this morning had happened before. They would be dressed for a
wedding or funeral or going out to dinner and Robert would take
one look at his wife, all dressed and made-up and looking
perfect, and want her. It was cute, and Laurie was more than a
little flattered, and she had never said no to Robert. She
wasn't about to, now, either. She realized that Robert was
nearly sixteen years her senior and that the flames of lust just
weren't burning as brightly in him as they had; but, still -- it
had been a very long time since the last time they had done "it,"
and an even longer time before that. And, Laurie was missing the
routine of steady sex that they had enjoyed earlier in their
marriage.
Now, when they heard Amanda's shower start, Laurie smiled at
her husband and said, "Think we can BOTH finish by the time she
finishes her shower?"
Robert stepped behind his wife and bent her over to lean on
the bed, "Well, I can only speak for myself, Dear, but I'm pretty
sure I can!"
Laurie laughed. "Oh, you bastard! Now roll my pantyhose
down carefully. These are the only clean pair I have in this
color."
She knew as soon as she said it that she should have rolled
them down herself. Before she could stop him, Robert
mischievously inserted a finger through the seat of her black
pantyhose and ripped them open.
"Mmmmmuh!" Laurie liked being taken like this, and Robert
knew it and obligingly ripped panties and pantyhose out of the
way often, just as he was doing this morning.
Her pantyhose were in tatters and the crotch of her panties
was carelessly pulled to the side and Robert plunged his hard
prick into his wife's hot and wet pussy.
"Oh, yeah, Baby! You're so hot and wet and tight! I hope
you're ready, Sweetheart, 'cause I'm not gonna last too long!
You feel so good! Umh! So fuckin' goooOODD!"
To neither's surprise, Robert was cumming. Fast and
furious, gobs and gobs.
His softening dick easily slipped out of his wife's slick
cunt-hole and he fell to the bed, looking up at his lovely wife.
"Thanks."
Laurie finished the job he started and ripped the rest of
her pantyhose off her legs. They could hear Amanda's shower turn
off. "Mmmm, my pleasure, Dear. And just in time. But you were
a very bad boy -- look at my pantyhose! I bought these to go
with my skirt!"
"Bill me and wear another color, dear," Robert replied with
a grin as he strutted into the bathroom.
Laurie hoisted her skirt and slip up to her waist and
untangled her panties. They were damp with their mixed love
juices and Laurie slid them down her legs and threw them into the
hamper. She ran some water at her dressing area and wiped her
crotch as best as she could. Back at her dresser, she searched
for another pair of black-lace panties and black pantyhose. The
first black panties she found was a G-string type, but they
matched her bra. Just as she had told Robert, she had no other
black sheer pantyhose, which meant she had to dig out her black
garterbelt and black stockings. As she finished, donning her
high heels again and smoothing her skirt, she had to admit that
after the surprise morning fuck and the more risque undergarments
she was wearing, she felt considerably sexier going to the office
than she ever had before. And she liked the feeling. If only
she had come when Robert was fucking her, it would have been a
perfect morning!
She called through the bathroom door to Robert, "I'm
leaving, Robert. Don't forget, you have to pick 'Manda up
tonight after her practice."
"I won't forget, Laurie. Have a nice day, Sweetheart. If
you get drunk at the party, call -- don't drive."
"Okay. Bye!"
Downstairs, the timer had the coffee ready and she enjoyed a
cup while she waited for Amanda. Then the two of them were off
in the wagon to pick-up three more of Amanda's classmates and
drop them off at school.
Without a minute to spare, Laurie arrived at her desk and
began her work-day.
*
Laurie loved her job. Maybe not so much the exact job she
was working that morning, but she loved having a job and being
out in the work-world. She had quit her job as a part-time
secretary when she was nineteen years old and pregnant with
Bobby; and, after Amanda came along and the two kids started
school, Laurie spent a lot of time on charities and volunteering
at school, but it wasn't satisfying. Finally, after the boom of
the Reagan years collapsed and Robert's business began feeling a
little pinch of the recession, Laurie offered to help him in the
office. She went back to school and learned about personal
computers and wordprocessing software, graphics, and
spreadsheets. She took some accounting courses and attended
business law and management seminars. When she was ready, Robert
suggested she try her resume in the workplace, arguing that she
had worked hard to attain her skills and deserved a real job
rather than just helping her husband; and, that the outside
income would help with the kids' rapidly approaching college
tuitions. Laurie happily agreed and was hired her second week of
job-hunting.
The company that hired her was a giant food conglomerate and
Laurie got a job in their huge warehouse and delivery operation
in the suburbs. When she started, she was taking phone orders
and checking invoices and, through long hours and hard work, had
quietly and steadily moved up until she became one of the
Regional Director's three office assistants.
Sherman Greenberg was that director and had spotted Laurie's
potential almost from her first day on the job. He had carefully
tested her and promoted her until Laurie had risen as high as she
could in the warehouse. Then, in November, each word filled with
regret at losing her, he had written a strong recommendation for
Laurie for an announced vacancy as a Project Leader at Corporate
headquarters, downtown.
*
A little before noon, as the rest of the office was
preparing the cafeteria for the Christmas party, Laurie knocked
on Sherman Greenberg's office door.
"Come in."
"Hi, Mr. Greenberg. Happy Holidays!"
"Laurie! Come in! Come in!"
"I just wanted to thank you, again, for all you've done for
me. I really appreciate your support."
"Please, no thanks are necessary. I'm a company man and I
do what I can to advance the best people so they can do the best
for the company. Please, Laurie, sit down."
Laurie closed the door and walked across the thickly
carpeted office. Sherman Greenberg had been the director for
many years and his richly furnished office spoke of his status
and the esteem in which `corporate' held him. She sat in the
comfortable leather guest chair and placed a wrapped package on
Greenberg's blotter.
"I just know I wouldn't be moving on to corporate without
your support, Mr. Greenberg."
"Let's make it `Sherman,' now, shall we, Laurie?"
"Okay. Sherman."
"You were an easy pick for the job, Laurie. You're more
than qualified. You're intelligent, ambitious, a hard worker,
and have incredible people skills. They'll be glad they found
you in no time."
"Well, thank you, Mr... ah, Sherman. But I know they never
would have considered me, way out here in the sticks, if someone
they respected hadn't brought me to their attention."
"For that, Laurie, you are most welcome. Now, what's in
this pretty package? I hope it's another model employee like
you, so I won't miss you so much around here!"
"Open it!"
Greenberg lifted the heavy package and ripped the paper
away. Inside the box was a large, irregular rectangle of
polished marble. The marble was a deep burgundy that perfectly
matched the leather trim and accent pieces on his desk. From a
smaller box, Greenberg removed two Waterman desk pens and a
letter opener and placed them in the holes in the marble. The
piece was exquisite.
"Laurie... I don't know what to say. Thank you, so much,
it's beautiful."
Laurie was smiling broadly. "I'm glad you like it. You
deserve it. You've been a wonderful boss, Mr... ah... Sherman."
"That's been my pleasure, too. So, today's your last day
with us here, when do you start downtown?"
"January 3rd. I'm nervous."
"Don't be, Laurie. You'll be fine. Just be aware that the
ah... atmosphere is very different down there."
"Do you mean office politics?"
"Office politics, for sure. It can get pretty nasty.
You've been out here so long, where we are more like a family.
It won't be like that down there. Watch your back and make
powerful allies. And be on guard!"
"On guard?"
"Against jealous peers and predatory managers. You know
there's a big sexual harassment suit going on, don't you? And at
the last directors' meeting, there were rumors of two more
possible ones."
"Ha! I'm too old and too married. Those execs are picking
on the young honeys! I'm not worried about being sexually
harassed."
Sherman Greenberg, sixty-one years old, married, short,
rotund, and nearly bald, looked down at his desk blotter and
mumbled something into his chest.
Laurie leaned forward in her chair. "Pardon me? I'm sorry,
I didn't hear you, Sherman."
Greenberg didn't look up, but raised his voice sufficiently
to be heard, "I said, `You are the one I'd harass.'"
Laurie Anderson felt herself blushing. She sat back in the
chair and looked at Greenberg. She didn't see a short, fat,
bald, old man -- she saw her soon-to-be-ex-boss who had been
fair, honest, pleasant and always a gentleman. She just now
realized that he saw her as more than an employee, he saw her as
an attractive woman and she wasn't offended -- she was pleased,
and surprised.
"Well, Mr. Greenberg, I'll take that comment in the way I
think it was intended and consider it a complement."
Greenberg looked at Laurie. His eyes were full of affection
for her. "Please, Laurie, forgive me. I've never sexually
harassed a woman in thirty-three years with the company. It's
just that you... you..."
Laurie stood up and walked around the desk and took Sherman
Greenberg's hands into hers. She looked down into his moist
eyes, and then lowered herself to one knee, to be on the same
level. "No apology necessary, Sherman. I think I understand."
"Good, because I don't!" Greenberg looked deeply into
Laurie's beautiful blue eyes, and to both their surprise, a tear
rolled down his cheek.
"I've never felt about a woman the way I feel about you,
Laurie. Not some crazy teenage passion or lust, but a real, deep
affection; like I was your father and big brother and best friend
and protector all rolled into one."
Laurie caught his tear with her thumb and then licked it
off. She was touched. Deeply. She realized that over the last
several years, she had appreciated and enjoyed Sherman acting in
all those roles towards her. She felt affection for him and now
realized just how much she would miss working for him every day.
And in an instant, Laurie thought of the perfect way to thank
Sherman Greenberg for all his kindnesses.
Almost without thinking about it, Laurie lowered her other
knee and she began lowering Greenberg's zipper. It was
surprising and impulsive, but, to Laurie, it felt so right.
"Wha...!" Greenberg's hand flitted towards his crotch.
Laurie grasp his hand gently and smiled up at him. Then she
placed her finger over her smiling red lips, "Shhh."
His cock was exposed, and much to his surprise and delight,
it was hardening in Laurie's magical, warm grasp. He felt joy.
Laurie knew no one would dare open Mr. Greenberg's door
without knocking, so she felt relaxed as she lowered her mouth
down and over Sherman's pink, little cock.
Sherman Greenberg was sure the top of his head was just
going to blow off. He hadn't felt like this in years and years.
Comfortably married for forty years, he enjoyed sex on the one or
two occasions a month when he and his wife were both in the mood,
but nothing like this! As Laurie licked and slurped and sucked
and nibbled, he tried to remember the last time his penis had
been in a woman's mouth and was momentarily depressed to realize
that it had been when he was a very young man in the navy!
Laurie had to admit that sex in the office was very
stimulating. [`Maybe there is something to all this sexual
harassment stuff!' she thought.] Kneeling in front of her boss
with his dick in her mouth was a real turn-on for her. His penis
was warm and pink and smooth and smelled clean and fresh. And,
she could tell by his breathing, Sherman was enjoying her
attentions, and she tried her best to make it special for him.
Again, for the second time that day, the end was coming too
soon, because she felt Sherman's breathing and hip-jerking change
rhythm and knew the end was here. She slipped her wet mouth back
to the lipstick-smeared head of his cock and sucked as she licked
the tender underside.
Sherman Greenberg arched his back and bit into the back of
his hand to stop himself from screaming as he began the most
wonderful orgasm he had had in decades -- maybe ever!
When he was totally drained dry and finally was able to open
his eyes, he watched his beautiful and sexy Laurie Anderson
sucking and licking his quickly shrinking penis clean. Then he
watched as she sat back on her heels, and with her finger, pushed
some of his cum that had escaped at the corners of her mouth back
into her mouth and licked her finger.
[`Oh, what a woman!' he thought. `Why, oh, why did I ever
get her that job downtown?' he moaned to himself.]
"Ah... Laurie. I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, Sherman," she smiled. "I enjoyed that
as much as I think you did."
And she had. Feeling sexy and naughty, blowing the boss in
his office, her pussy already filled with her husband's cum. It
was turning into one hell of a day!
*
*********
Chapter 4
Wednesday, December 21st -- Part 2
*
Laurie left Sherman's office to join the big Christmas
party. Sherman said he wanted to clean up and finish some work
before he joined them.
The cafeteria had been decorated and the tables were piled
high with food -- from cookies and candy to baked hams and roast
turkeys. Company policy forbade alcoholic beverages on the
premises, but there were urns of coffee and big coolers
overflowing with ice-cold juice drinks and sodas.
The atmosphere was relaxed and there were a lot of smiles
and hugs and flirting. All the employees were there, as well as
salesmen and supplier representatives, and the men far
outnumbered the women. Laurie was getting more than her share of
attention, especially the way she looked in her heels and short
skirt.
By 2 p.m., people were drifting out of the cafeteria. Some
were going home, some shopping, and some to local taverns to add
a little alcoholic glow to the proceedings.
Laurie said her good-byes, as this was her last day at the
warehouse, and she was packing her stationwagon with a few
presents and her personal items from her desk when Joanie, her
friend and co-worker approached her.
"I cain't believe you're really leavin' us, hon. I am sure
gonna be missin' you. But don't you split on us yet, sweetie. A
few of us are goin' to `Clancy's' for a drink or two. Come with
us?"
Laurie hugged Joanie, again. "Mmmm... I'll miss you, too.
I should be getting home, but a drink sounds good. Who's going?"
Joanie grinned evilly and stuck her fist under her coat and
pushed it out at the groin, "A whole flock of us, but most
important, Sam `The Man' is goin'. Woo woo!"
Sam Agro was a young, short, well-built, dark Greek who
worked on the loading dock. Women's-room gossip spread the word
that Sam had an enormous prick and was more than willing to share
it. Laurie had heard all the stories about Sam. She often
wondered if Joanie -- skinny, unattractive, married, mother of
four, and in dire need of an orthodontist, but just a little bit
wild -- had had a first-hand experience with the monster, because
she was always coy and would neither confirm nor deny Laurie's
suspicions.
Laurie smiled at her friend and winked, "Well, that does
sound tempting."
"Come on, Laurie, honey! We'll ply'im with drinks and take
advantage of his in-e-bri-a-ted state. There's room enough for
both of us to ride that pony between his legs! It'll be fun!"
And fun it was.
*
By four-thirty that afternoon, the bar crowd had shrunk
considerably, leaving only those who wanted to get drunk or
wanted to get lucky... and Laurie. She wasn't sure which she
wanted to get.
There were eleven of them, seven men and four women, sitting
around a big table in Clancy's backroom. Someone went to the bar
for another round of drinks and returned with a bowl of bright
red maraschino cherries on the tray with the drinks.
Joanie took her beer off the tray and looked at the bowl,
"Well, those are the only cherries in this room!"
Everyone laughed, and Ed, who brought the cherries, held one
up by the stem.
"Remember that show, `Twin Peaks' that used to be on?
Remember the little slut that could tie the cherry stem in a knot
with her tongue? The thought of that used to drive me crazy. I
was just wondering if any of you ladies are as talented."
Joanie stood up and grabbed the cherry from Ed and popped it
into her mouth. Everyone at the table began laughing loudly as
her face went through exaggerated contortions until, finally,
with a shout of triumph, Joanie dramatically reached in and held
the cherry up between her fingers -- the stem was in a perfect
overhand knot.
"Simple as pie!" She bowed to the applause and offered the
bowl to Laurie. "Laurie, hon, you want to try next?"
Laurie grabbed a cherry from the bowl and popped it in her
mouth. After several moments of concentrated effort, she had to
admit defeat to the crowd. She couldn't do it.
Joanie patted her on the back, "Gee, I thought you would
have been a natural at that, hon."
Laurie smiled an angelic smile as she bit the cherry and
said, "I'm not used to anything that small in my mouth!"
As the men hooted and whistled at Laurie's comment, the
other two women tried their luck with the cherries. One
succeeded and the other failed.
Marsha, the other woman who couldn't tie the knot, said that
the only thing she had tried with cherries was the game "Pass the
Cherry," at which she claimed to be an expert.
To the ensuing questions, she explained that the game was
like "Trivial Pursuit" with someone asking someone else a
question. If the answer was right, that person asked the next
question. If he or she was wrong, the asker took a cherry with a
stem and the answerer took one without a stem and they had to
pass them by mouth.
The game won everyone's immediate approval and Ed
volunteered to ask the first question.
Because there were fewer women, they decided the women
should go in the order they were seated, making Joanie first and
Laurie third. The men would take their turn clockwise around the
table.
Ed, looking very serious, pointed at Joanie and asked,
"Joanie, what team won the first Superbowl?"
Joanie looked at the other women, who all shook their heads
and said, "So! That's the way we're gonna play this game! Well,
let's just get to the fun part, Ed."
She grabbed two cherries and sat down on Ed's lap. After
removing the stem of one cherry, she popped one in his mouth and
sucked the other in between her lips and then the two of them
proceeded to share a very deep, very passionate, open-mouthed,
two-minute kiss. The tone for the game had been set.
Thirty minutes later, the women all looked a little
disheveled. They had all been around the table at least once and
the kissing had become even more amorous, with a lot of feeling
and grabbing going on.
Marsha and one of the company reps, after a particularly
long and passionate session of cherry-passing -- during which the
rep's hand disappeared under Marsha's skirt -- said their
goodbyes and left, hand in hand.
When it was Sam's turn to ask Laurie a question, she excused
herself to go to the bathroom. As she finished in the stall and
was about to pull her panties up, she was struck with a thought
and smiled broadly.
When she returned to the table, she sat on Sam's lap and
said, "I don't need a question and I can't take anymore fucking
cherries!"
Then, before they began to kiss, Laurie leaned close to
Sam's ear and whispered, "Could you be a dear and hold these for
me, Sam?"
Sam looked down at his hand and saw that Laurie had just
handed him her tiny, black lace panties!
During the kiss, Sam's hand worked its way up under Laurie's
skirt, over the top of her stockings, across her bare thigh, and
into the warmth and wetness of her naked pussy! Laurie felt his
prick responding and immediately began to believe those rumors
about Sam.
"Let's get out of here, Sam! Now!" she whispered.
"Sure. We go now, Laurie."
They bid their farewells, wishing everyone a "Merry
Christmas." Joanie hugged her friend and whispered, "Don't
forget to stop and get some K-Y, honey. Believe me, you're gonna
need it!"
Outside, the air was cool, but not cold. Laurie took Sam by
the hand and led him to her big stationwagon.
Sam pointed to his old pick-up truck and said, "Laurie, I
drive, you drive. You follow me `cause I live close."
Laurie unlocked the doors and pulled Sam in after her. She
started the car and turned the heat on. Pushing packages out of
the way and folding down the back seat, she opened her coat and
smiled, "Sam, I can't wait to go anywhere else. If we don't do
this right now, right here, I'll probably loose my nerve."
Sam began removing his jacket and then ripped down his
zipper, "Oh, no! No back out, now, lady. Sammy give it to you
right now so you can't change your mind!"
Laurie lay back on the floor and watched Sam in the subdued
light. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and she wet her
lips with her tongue in anticipation of what was coming next.
Sam placed his hands on his hips and pushed his jeans and
underwear down off his hips in one motion.
"O.h..m.y..g.o.d!" Laurie's lower jaw dropped when Sam's
prick popped into view. The rumors and gossip were true -- he
was huge. Not just long, he was massive around and Laurie was
slightly afraid he could do some damage -- but she was too hot to
care.
"I'm wet, honey, but be careful with that thing." Laurie
pulled her skirt up and over her hips and buns and spread her
legs as wide as the wagon would allow.
Sam knelt between her stocking-clad legs and preened,
holding his hardening cock in his hand, "You like? Sammy know
how to fuck, for sure. He show you the best time."
"Oh, Sam, I'm ready, but put a rubber on, first!"
"Wha..? Sammy don't like the rubber. He's clean. No
problem."
"Come on, Sam. You want it and I want it, but I need you to
wear a rubber."
"Okay, okay." With swiftness driven by desperation, Sammy
found his wallet, pulled out a foil square, and ripped it open.
"You put it on!"
Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and smiled, "Sure,
my pleasure." She held the large condom against the almost
purple head of the huge cock and began to slowly roll it down
it's length. As her fingers moved further and further along its
length, she opened her mouth and sucked the end of his sheathed
penis into her hot mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Mmmm... You good. But let's fuck, now!" Sam pushed
Laurie gently away from him and placed his dick at the entrance
to her bare pussy. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered himself onto
and into the sexy woman. She was tight and he liked them tight,
even if they didn't stay that way long.
"Ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod..." Laurie was almost lost
in a tantric-like chant. It had been a long time [`Too long!'
she thought to herself] since she had had her pussy filled with a
cock like Sam's.
Her whole day had been building up to this moment. First,
in the shower, playing with her sensitive nipples, then the
quickie-fuck with Robert, changing into garterbelt and stockings,
blowing Sherman, all the flirting, all the kisses and feels at
the bar, and now, this. This total, filling satisfaction!
She didn't expect Sam to be a maestro, so she wasn't
surprised when he just plowed that hard monster in and out of her
hungry pussy. She didn't care -- in fact, she was enjoying the
raunchy fuck in the back of the family stationwagon even more
than she had expected to -- it was exactly the naughty, nasty
kind of fuck she had been fantasizing about for the last few
weeks.
Denied twice earlier in the day, Laurie was quickly building
up to a monumental climax. She could feel it start in her toes
and in the hair on her head and it was racing to her pussy from
both directions -- and it was going to be spectacular!
And it was!
Laurie was transported to someplace beyond. Sam's big cock
pounded into her again and again and her whole existence focused
on the sensation in her pussy and in her brain. He was fucking
her soul.
When she regained semi-consciousness, Laurie wasn't sure how
long she had been coming, but Sam was still plowing away in her
pussy, and another orgasm was, unbelievably, not far away.
But before she got there, Sam `The Man' began grunting like
an animal as he pumped away in her. With a loud grunt and a long
hiss of breath, Laurie knew he was coming.
Sam collapsed on Laurie. "Sammy good, eh? You like doin'
it with Sam `The Man?'"
"Oh, yeah, Sam. That was good." Laurie hesitated only an
instant before deciding what to do next. "You said you live
close by?"
Sam smiled, "You want more Sammy, eh? Sure, I live close.
Three minutes."
Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Sam
slid his glistening, wet, sheathed cock out of her pink pussy.
Even after coming, its dimensions were still impressive. Laurie
wasn't ready to call it a day, yet.
"Do you have rubbers at your place, Sam, or should I stop
and get some?"
"Sure. Sure. I got'em. Follow me. We fuck some more."
Pulling out of the parking lot behind Sam's beat-up old
pick-up, Laurie wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. But
then, she remembered how that monster-cock had felt planted in
her horny pussy and she picked up the cell-phone and dialed
Robert's number.
"Hi, honey! ...Yes, the party was very nice. Listen, would
you mind if I stopped for a drink with some of the girls? They
want to wish me a fond farewell... Thanks, honey. Don't forget
'Manda... Okay, I love you, too... Bye."
Laurie giggled as she looked at her steamed-over windows in
her rearview mirror. [`Sheeze, like two horny teenagers!' she
thought.]
In only a block or two, Laurie would swear she could feel
her clit tingle, untouched, as she saw Sam signal to turn into
his apartment complex. [`Christ!' she thought, `I'm still so
fucking horny, I hope the bedroom isn't too far from the front
door!']
*
*********
Chapter 5
Wednesday, December 21st -- Part 3
*
Helen Shuler watched the girls finish their laps around the
gym. This was the best ninth-grade basketball team she had ever
coached. They were already five-and-one (and losing that game by
a point in overtime!), and she expected them to do well in the
league this year, maybe even the finals. She had a tall center
and a forward with a good shot, and -- for once -- a real guard.
Oh, did she have a guard! Amanda Anderson was smart,
aggressive, and could handle the ball. She even had a
steadily-improving shot from the three-point circle. Amanda
Anderson had everything and Helen Shuler, twenty-nine, teacher,
coach, counselor, and lesbian had a deep, all-consuming,
beyond-rational, lustful crush on her.
Helen didn't know how to deal with it. Over the years, she
had been attracted to, and had even had affairs with other
students, but those times had been nothing like this. The girls
had been older, and for the most part, had come on to her. Some
girls were glad to find another lesbian, and some had only wanted
to experiment (which Helen didn't mind). The affairs had been
sweet and mutual and... ah... relaxed. Nothing at all like what
she felt for this 14-year-old nymph. She wanted to grab Amanda,
rip her clothes off her ripe, young body, throw her across her
desk, and bury her face so deep, for so long, between Amanda's
beautiful thighs, that Helen would have to worry about getting
enough air to breathe.
And it wasn't just her spectacular legs. Helen watched
Amanda intently as she ran, laughing and talking, around the gym,
her pony-tail bobbing with each stride. The young girl took her
breath away every time she looked at her. Amanda's huge gray
eyes looked at you with both knowledge and naivete. Her
bee-stung lips were sensuous whether she was smiling or pouting.
Her face was beautiful, her skin, flawless. The just-developing
little freshman that had tried out for field hockey in August now
stood fuller and firmer and rounder than any 14-year-old had a
right to be. Last week, Helen had snuck into Amanda's locker
while she was showering and gasped as she saw the size tag in the
girl's bra -- 34-D! On other occasions, the coach had felt
Amanda's tiny, little silk and cotton panties, smelling the
crotch and feeling her heart quicken. To Helen, Amanda exuded a
strong image of sexy innocence, of sweet sluttiness, and the
coach was captured in the girl's aura.
Helen experienced an involuntary shiver and snapped out of
her thoughts. She blew her whistle twice and clapped her hands,
"Alright, alright. That's enough running for now. Hit the
showers. And, remember, no practice until the twenty-seventh,
but I expect everybody to be here -- on time and rested. Amanda
Anderson! Front and center!"
"Yes, Miss Shuler?"
"Amanda, you missed the front end of two one-and-ones in the
last game; step to the line until you hit ten in a row."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You'll be the one handling the ball at the end of the game
and you're gonna get fouled; so you should practice free throws
after practice, when you're tired and your legs are dead. Making
ten in a row adds pressure, like in a game."
Amanda took the ball and stepped to the line. Never a cross
look or a pissy mood, Helen marveled. [`Why can't all players
have this girl's attitude?']
Amanda missed two and then made three. After the next miss
she made six in a row and then missed two, again.
As she stood under the basket and threw the ball back to
Amanda, Helen had listened to the showers stop and then watched
the other girls leaving. She and Amanda were the only people
left in the gym.
"Okay, Anderson, that's four in a row. Make your next shot
and we'll call it a day."
Amanda's next shot hit the backboard and every part of the
rim before it fell through the net.
Helen and Amanda both laughed and Helen put her arm around
the girl's shoulders as they walked to the lockerroom. "I don't
know if we should count that one, Amanda!"
"Aw, Miss Shuler! It went in. It just took a little time
to make up its mind!"
"Amanda, can you lock both of the doors? It's just us, and
we can go out my office door."
"Sure, Miss Shuler."
Helen went into the lockerroom and started undressing. As
her clothes piled up on the floor, she wondered what she was
doing. She was committed in a stable, long-term relationship
with a woman she loved, she was a respected staff member, and a
professional; but, here she was, risking it all, getting naked to
shower with this indescribably sexy 14-year-old girl, who had
never given Helen even the slightest sign of being attracted to
her. Helen admitted to herself that that was all true -- yet,
none of it meant anything to her at that moment.
Amanda entered the lockerroom and hesitated for only the
briefest instant when she saw Helen standing naked at the
entrance to the showerroom.
"Do you mind if I shower with you, Amanda? I'm done all my
paperwork and I want to get going, too. If you mind, I can wait
until you're done..."
Amanda sat on the bench and began taking her shoes and socks
off. "I-I don't mind, Miss Shuler. I'll be right there."
Helen stood and watched Amanda undress. After the shoes and
socks, Amanda stood and pulled off her jersey and dropped her
shorts. With a quick sideways glance at Helen (during which the
coach's heart stopped beating for fear that the girl HAD changed
her mind), Amanda then pulled her sportsbra off her breasts and
over her head. Quickly, she bent over and dropped her
bike-shorts and panties to the floor, grabbed her soap and towel
and ran into the showerroom in front of her coach.
The coach was breathing fast. When Amanda pulled her
sportsbra off and exposed her breasts, Helen thought that she had
never seen a more perfect set of round, firm breasts. When the
girl lowered her panties, Helen almost swooned -- the girl's
pussy was almost bare, with only the lightest dew-cover of
honey-blonde hairs!
Helen followed Amanda into the shower.
Amanda was shampooing her hair and had her eyes closed.
Helen stood under the hot water and soaked in all of the girl's
firm, taut, naked, young body. She was hot, she was gone, she
was out of control.
Helen stepped next to Amanda and put her hands on top of the
girl's lather-filled head. "Hey, how about I do yours and you do
mine?"
"S-S-Sure, Miss Shuler."
The coach stepped closer and felt the hard nipples on her
small breasts brush against the teenager's back and she
shuddered, again, with the sensation of being so close to the
object of her lust, at last.
"Mmmmm... Your hands feel good, Miss Shuler."
"When you're a coach, you have to give a lot of massages.
Have you ever had a full body massage, Amanda?"
"You mean, like you see at the wealthy spas on TV? No.
They always look too rough."
"Okay, rinse off. Well, yes, like you see on TV, but it
doesn't have to be rough. If it's done right, it loosens
everything up and you feel wonderful."
Amanda stepped back under the water and rinsed her hair.
Then she filled her hand with shampoo and turned to her coach,
"Now it's your turn!"
Helen noticed that Amanda seemed to have lost any
embarrassment at being naked together, and her hopes rose that
this could turn into something special. She stepped close to the
girl and bent her knees to lower her head to Amanda's level. In
doing that, she came face to face with those big, round D-cuppers
of Amanda's and had to struggle vigorously to keep from reaching
out and grabbing them in her hands.
Amanda spilled the shampoo onto her coach's head and began
to massage it into her scalp. At first, she was tentative, but
became more energetic as she listened to Miss Shuler's grunts of
approval. Getting into the shampooing, she didn't even seem to
notice when Helen reached up and placed her hands on Amanda's
shoulders, to steady herself.
All too soon for Helen, Amanda stepped away and said, "Okay,
you can rinse, now."
As the coach began to rinse, she saw Amanda soaping her
body. She could feel the heat and moistness in her pussy as she
watched the girl slather the soap over and around her breasts,
and then move down to soap her thighs and finally between her
legs. The girl was behaving totally innocently, yet watching her
was like watching an x-rated video where the actress was trying
to turn the viewers on.
"I can wash your back," Helen offered.
Amanda smiled at her through the water, "No, thanks. I'm
fine. But thanks for the great shampoo. My scalp is still
tingling."
The shower was ending and Helen didn't know how to extend it
without exposing her real motives. "I can give you that massage.
We have the training room to ourselves."
Amanda turned her showerhead off and grabbed a towel.
"Ummm, you really made that sound good, Miss Shuler, but I better
be getting. My daddy's probably waiting outside, already."
Helen turned the water off and dejectedly followed Amanda
into the lockerroom. She thought that Amanda, after a brief
initial hesitation, had become totally natural and at ease in the
shower; she gave no signs of arousal or come-on to the teacher.
To say she was disappointed was an understatement of her deep
emotions at that moment. As she finished dressing, Amanda walked
up to her and handed her a beautifully wrapped package.
"What's this?"
"Du-uh! It's a Christmas present, Miss Shuler! Put it
under your tree and open it on Christmas morning and think about
me. I have to go, now. Have a Merry Christmas, and I'll see you
at practice on the twenty-seventh." Amanda jumped up on the
bench and kissed her coach on the cheek and then ran out the door
in the coach's office.
Helen Shuler looked at the package in her hand. As she
smelled Amanda's lingering fresh fragrance and heard the door in
her office close, she sat down hard on the wooden bench. She
began to cry thinking about how hard it will be to *NOT* think
about sexy, sweet little Amanda over Christmas break. She knew
what she really wanted for Christmas, and she had come so close,
but now she knew she wasn't going to get it.
*
As Amanda and Robert walked in from the garage, Bobby was
just hanging up the phone.
"Hi, Bobby. Your Mom called me at the office a little while
ago and said she was going out to dinner and drinks with the
`girls' from the office and would be home late tonight. So I
ordered pizzas and they should be here soon."
Later, over pizzas and beers (Robert told Amanda `One, only
-- and don't tell your mom!') the three of them sat and laughed
as they watched, for the umpteenth time, Chevy Chase and the
crazy Griswald family celebrate their `fun, family Christmas.'
*
*********
Chapter 6
Thursday, December 22nd -- Part 1
*
Laurie Anderson awoke hung-over, dried-up, and fucked-out.
She frowned remembering why she was hung-over and dried-up --
soon after arriving at Sam's apartment, the night before, she
joined him in sharing a bottle of cheap red wine. Why, oh why
did she drink all that wine? Now she had an unbelievable
headache and was dehydrated.
She smiled as she slowly sat up in bed and recalled why she
was all fucked-out... Mmmm...
There was a knock on the door.
"Mom?" It was Bobby. "Mom, are you awake?"
Head pounding, desperate to lower the volume, Laurie spoke
softly, "Yes, Dear, I'm awake. What is it?"
Thankfully, Bobby lowered his voice, too. "Dad said he was
letting you sleep in, today, and for me to take 'Manda to school.
Well, 'Manda's in school, there's coffee downstairs, and I'm
going out shopping again. Will you pick the Munchkin up at two
o'clock, or should I?"
Laurie looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10
a.m. She silently thanked god that she had married such a
thoughtful man.
"I'll pick your sister up, Bobby. Will you be home for
dinner?"
"Sure."
"Need money?"
"Well... A little cash wouldn't hurt."
Laurie sighed a smile and pulled the covers up and held them
with her underarms. "I get the picture. Come on in, Bobby."
Bobby opened the door and walked into his parents' bedroom.
His mother was sitting up in the king-sized bed and was pointing
to a pile of clothes on the floor.
"My handbag should be right over there, Dear. Just bring it
to me and I'll see what kind of cash I can find."
Bobby stepped across the room and bent to pick up his
mother's handbag. As he did, he noticed a black, lacy garterbelt
and two black stockings lying on top of the pile of discarded
clothes. The thought of his mother -- or any woman, but
especially his sexy mother -- wearing that garterbelt and those
stockings was too much for the boy. He could feel his prick
growing hard and straining against the front of his trousers.
Laurie took the bag from her son's hand and rummaged around
in its depths. Bobby stood next to the bed, looking at his
mother's bare shoulders and back and trying to see some cleavage
as the covers moved with her hands, and he knew his erection was
getting harder, not softer.
"Ah, here's some. I have two twenties for you. Is that
enough, Dear?"
Bobby looked down into her vibrant blue eyes and nodded,
"Sure, Mom. That's more than enough. Thanks."
At the same time he wanted to run out of the room before she
saw his steel-hard erection, Bobby wanted to jump on the bed and
rip the covers off his mother so he could finally see all of that
fantastic body she had -- with or without garterbelt and
stockings.
He took the two bills from her hand and thanked her again.
Laurie shook her head as Bobby closed the bedroom door
behind him. [`My, my, my. That was some erection my little boy
had!' she thought. `The men in this house sure are lusty in the
morning!']
She slipped back down in the bed and pulled the covers up to
her nose and luxuriated in the warmth for a few more minutes.
*
Bobby quickly made his way back to his room and dropped his
pants. With one hand, he freed his still-hard prick from his
shorts and with the other pumped some handcream in his palm.
After five pleasure-filled but lonely minutes, Bobby cleaned up
the mess and dressed again. Then, as he was walking down the
hall, past his mother's room, he heard her grunting as she
exercised and he wondered if she exercised naked. That image
sent another tremble through his young body. [`I gotta get the
fuck out of here!']
*
Laurie finally dragged herself out of her bed and made her
way to the bathroom. After emptying her full bladder and gulping
down four aspirins and three tumblers of cold water, she wanted a
shower, desperately, but knew she'd feel better sooner if she did
her morning exercises.
Still unable to stand the noise, she turned the volume all
the way down before starting her exercise tape on the TV. As she
got moving -- still naked, if Bobby had only known! -- and felt
herself get into her rhythm and her blood pumping, her mind
drifted back to the previous night. To Sam Agro and his big cock
and...
*
Sam's apartment was in a low-rent district, and as he opened
the door for Laurie, she saw that the housekeeping was definitely
"bachelor pad standard."
Sam took her coat and threw his and hers on the sofa. He
took her by the hand and began pulling her through the apartment,
stopping only long enough to grab a bottle of cheap red wine and
two short tumblers on their way into the bedroom.
The bed was unmade, but to Laurie's relief, the sheets
looked clean. She began to undress as Sam poured the wine and
watched her. She removed her blouse, unzipped her skirt, and
pulled her slip over her head. Then she unsnapped her bra,
acting a little coy as she dropped it to the floor.
"You got some great tits, Laurie," Sam said as he toasted
her with his wine. "We talk about your boobs at work. You got
the best."
Laurie felt herself blushing. "Thanks, Sam. Not bad for an
old lady, huh?"
"You notta old lady, Laurie. You got plenty miles left.
Ha! Now, let's see the rest."
Laurie pulled her skirt over her hips and let it fall to the
floor.
Sam made an enthusiastic comment in Greek as he looked at
Laurie in just her stockings, garterbelt, and heels. He still
had her panties in his pocket. "Jesus Christ! You got no pussy
hair! You shave it?"
Laurie cocked her leg to the side, giving Sam a better look
at her bare pussy. "Of course I shave it! Do you like it?"
"Like it? I no see a cunt like dat since I was a little boy
fuckin' all the little girls in the neighborhood! I want to fuck
you, again, for sure!"
Laurie gulped down the glass of harsh wine Sam handed her
and he refilled it. She swallowed most of that, and sat on the
bed to remove her shoes and stockings.
As she did, she had a fleeting thought of Robert, and how
horny he had been that morning. She felt a little pang of guilt,
but this wasn't the first time in their marriage that she had
cheated on Robert. After a very active sex-life in high school
and her first two years of college, Laurie had immediately
settled down with Robert and got pregnant with Bobby. She never
dreamed of being unfaithful until years later, when Amanda was
old enough for day care and Laurie had too much free time on her
hands. She'd been bored and had brief flings with the golf and
tennis pros at their club, and had a wild weekend with an old
flame at a high school reunion.
But, since then, once she started back to school and finally
got a job, she never strayed, again. Until today. A blow-job to
her boss and fucking in the back of her car and now this with the
big-dicked stud from the loading dock! Who would have guessed?
Not her.
As Laurie was undressing, Sam ripped off his shirt and
dropped his pants and shorts, pulling them over his shoes and
socks. When they were both naked, Sam pulled Laurie onto her
back and knelt between her legs, ready to fuck.
"Not so fast, honey," said Laurie. "How `bout we spend some
time warming each other up?"
"I see your bare cunt an' I'm hot to go now!"
"Not yet, Sam. Here," she smiled as she lifted her right
breast up to Sam's mouth, "don't you like big tits?"
Sam licked his tongue, wet, flat and wide roughly across her
nipple and Laurie felt the sexual tremble course through her
body. She reached down and grasped Sam's cock. It was hard and
hot and big. She could feel it throb in her hand and she got
hotter, anticipating that monster splitting her pussy wide,
again.
"Oh, shit, Sam! You're right, I'm hot to fuck, too! I
can't wait to feel that thing inside me! Put a rubber on!"
"I forgot!" Sam quickly moved across the bed on his knees
and pulled a foil square out of the nightstand drawer. As he
placed it at the tip of his cock, Laurie impatiently pushed his
hand away and unrolled the sheath down the length of his erection
with both hands.
"Okay, now, Sam. Fuck my bald, naked, hairless pussy!"
And he did.
As Sam buried himself in her tight, hungry pussy, Laurie
reconfirmed a realization she had had years ago -- that all that
talk about cock size not making a difference is bullshit.
Physically that may be so, although she'd argue that one, but
mentally and emotionally, there was nothing like getting pounded
with a huge cock. Her first big one, and the biggest dick she'd
ever had until Sam, had been in her freshman year of college.
She'd allowed a good-looking professor to seduce her, and had
been surprised by the sheer size of his cock when she first saw
it. She wasn't a virgin, and he was an accomplished lover and
never hurt her with his monster. And, although she had had many
lovers, good and bad, after that professor, she always missed the
feeling of stretched fullness and debauched randiness that he
gave her when they fucked. That same stretched fullness and
debauched randiness she was enjoying now, as Sam plowed deeply
into her slick, greedy pussy.
They were both into the physical pleasure of their fuck and
were loud in their enjoyment. Sam was mumbling in Greek between
grunts and Laurie was moaning and urging Sam harder, faster and
deeper.
Soon, Laurie could feel another climax building up inside
her. It had all the signs of being even bigger and more intense
than her orgasm in her car. She was just letting herself go,
drifting up the slope to the pleasure heights, when she heard Sam
grunting loudly and in rhythm with his thrusts, and she knew she
wasn't going to make it this time. Sam had beat her to the
finish.
Sam finished and slowed his movement until he was soon lying
on top of Laurie, his head resting between her sweaty breasts.
With a jerk, he rose to his knees and slipped his soft prick out
of her pussy.
"I go wash up and we drink some more wine and we go again.
Alright?"
Still close to orgasm, Laurie smiled at the younger man and
nodded. As he padded off to the bathroom, Laurie reached for the
wine bottle and, unwilling to move and get her glass, she swigged
several large gulps from the bottle.
"I like a woman who drinks wine from the bottle and isn't
afraid to make a little noise in bed."
"Wha-! Who are you?!" Laurie jerked in surprise at the
stranger's voice, spilling the last of the red wine down her neck
and chest. Seeing the top sheet and covers in a tangled pile on
the floor, there wasn't anything to cover her nakedness with, so
she decided to brazen her way through.
When she looked up at the doorway, she saw the most handsome
young man she had ever seen in her life. His dark hair on a
chiseled face combined for a male model's aura. And to her
shock, but also to her mounting pleasure, she saw that the
beautiful head was perched on a short but beautiful body, that
happened to be bare-assed naked! This exquisite creature was
standing there, smiling at Laurie, naked and proudly displaying a
semi-erect cock about the same size as Sam's.
"I'm Sam's younger brother, Theo. You spilled some wine.
Would you like me to clean it up for you?"
Laurie looked down at the several streaks of wine that had
dribbled down her breasts. She trembled slightly when she
noticed that one drop was hanging on the nipple on her right
breast.
She returned her gaze to the beautiful creature at the door.
Smiling, she asked, "Do you always barge in on your brother's
business, like this?"
He smiled back, showing perfect white teeth, "I'm not
exactly `barging.' The door was open and you weren't exactly
being quiet."
"You... You didn't watch us -- did you?"
Theo laughed a deep laugh, "Well, like the president said, I
looked, but I didn't really see anything. Besides, I don't see
anything you should be embarrassed about -- you're beautiful."
With that, his dick twitched a few more degrees closer to
ninety-degrees out from his body.
"Thank you, I guess. Are you always so forward with your
brother's ah... dates?"
"No, not always. But he hasn't had any that looked like you
before. And besides, he's not the jealous type."
"You don't sound like Sam."
"You mean where's my accent? I've been over here since I
was four; Sam's only been here a couple of years. Here, let me
get that for you." Theo took three steps across the room, leaned
down and licked the wine drop from Laurie's right breast.
Laurie was lost to the moment and reached around Theo's
head, bringing his lips up to hers and crushing his lips into his
teeth as she forced her tongue into his mouth.
Theo's smooth hands moved up her body to her breasts and
gently cupped her heavy flesh. His fingers began to softly and
expertly tweak and touch her erect nipples and Laurie felt
herself moisten in anticipation.
[`Goddammit! He's not much older than my son, but I want
this young Greek god and Sam can go fuck himself if he doesn't
like it!' she thought.]
In only a few short moments, after Theo's lips had explored
her ear and neck, and found their way back to a nipple, Laurie
took a deep breath and pulled his head away from her flesh.
"Put a rubber on, Theo. I want you right this instant!"
Theo reached over to the open nightstand drawer, "Oh oh.
Looks like we're out of rubbers." And then he moved quickly back
between Laurie's thighs.
She tried wiggling away from his big cock, "No! I'm not
going to fuck without protection. Stop! Now!"
Theo held her arms down, over her head against the bed, but
she managed to close her thighs.
"I can't stop, now. And you don't want me to."
"Yes, I do! Get off me! Let me go, right now!" As she
spoke, she felt two tremendously strong hands grasp her around
the ankles and pull her legs far apart. It was Sam!
"Go 'head, li'l brother. I make her ready for you!"
Theo smiled evilly at Laurie, took only an instant to place
his cock-head at her pussy-hole and then he rammed it home.
Laurie screamed.
She screamed in pleasure as an overwhelming orgasm coursed
through her body. The combination of being so close to cumming,
of her long horny day, of the naughtiness of being such an easy
slut with Sam, of Theo's good looks and perfect body, and, to her
chagrin, the over-the-top excitement of being held down and
spread open and being taken -- it far surpassed having her
pantyhose ripped open! -- were just too much to stand.
She wasn't sure how long her cum lasted, and she thought she
may have passed out before Theo came, because the next thing she
remembered was Sam taking Theo's place between her legs and
fucking her, again. And as he fucked her, Theo returned with
another fresh bottle of wine in each hand -- which he took turns
pouring down her throat and over her tits, licking off every
drop.
The rest of the long night degenerated into a drunken orgy,
with Sam and Theo taking turns with her, fucking her pussy and
mouth (and Theo once fucking her ass!), as she performed like a
cheap whore looking for a ten dollar tip.
She didn't remember getting home.
*
Now, the next morning, after a half hour of exercise, she
could feel her blood pumping and her headache fading and, as she
stood under the soft, warm spray of her shower, she began to feel
alive, again. She didn't feel guilty at all about her
mini-gang-bang. Robert was sixteen years her senior, and she
couldn't expect him to have the sex-drive to match a thirty-seven
year old woman in the prime of her sex-life. She loved Robert --
he was a good, kind, gentle man, a wonderful provider, and a
terrific father -- but... after last night, Laurie knew she just
had to find a little extra-curricular excitement because she
couldn't expect Robert to be horny every day.
*
*********
Chapter 7
Thursday, December 22nd -- Part 2
*
As Robert Anderson, Sr. luxuriated in the feeling of having
his cock expertly sucked and licked by his young assistant, he
realized that he was, in fact, horny every day; and he thanked
god profusely for letting him find both Laurie and Sherri --
Sherri Koslowski, his administrative assistant, his girl Friday,
his right-hand woman; and the best blow-job artist he had ever
met in his life.
Sherri was bent over his groin, her freakishly huge, naked
tits bobbing wildly, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking him
hard and licking as much of his tumescent flesh as she could. As
he happily played with her jiggling tit-flesh, he thought back to
the first time he had ever seen Sherri.
It was twelve years ago. Business was booming and his old
and trusted secretary, Martha, was retiring. He was interviewing
for a replacement and knew exactly the type he was looking for --
professional, older, experienced, gentile, classy, competent, and
willing to bring him a cup of coffee without a diatribe on sexist
attitudes in the workplace -- basically, another Martha.
When Sherri walked through the door for her interview,
Robert looked up to see a young, brassy blonde, unpolished girl,
dressed in cheap polyester and too much make-up; but he knew in
that instant that he was going to hire her.
*
Robert always knew he was a "tit-man."
His very earliest sexual memories were about mammaries, and
he had spent hours and hours of his prepubescent and pubescent
life spying on his mother and sister and aunt through the
old-fashioned keyholes in the big, old house they all lived in --
always hoping and praying to see tits. He was successful at
seeing all three of the women in his early life in various states
of dishabille, and even naked on rare occasions, and it was
always the tits that held his attention. Oh, he'd been thrilled
when he caught a glimpse of a furry cunt, just for the tingle of
seeing such a forbidden sight, but they were a dark and boring
target. Tits, on the other hand (so to speak!), were alive and
bouncy and thrust forward in bold display. And he loved them.
A child of the fifties, Robert wallowed in the big-breasted
culture -- bullet-bras, the earliest `Playboy' magazines and its
imitators, the full-chested actresses like Jane Russell, Mamie
Van Doren, Jayne Mansfield, Kim Novak, and Marilyn Monroe.
Cleavage was his sustenance, his life.
His first wife had small tits. He had dated her in college
and just before graduation she announced to Richard that she was
pregnant. They were married a week after graduation and she said
she miscarried on their honeymoon. The divorce was the best
memory Richard had of that marriage, and after it, he wasn't
going to rush into another mistake.
He dated a lot. He dated women with big tits, and he loved
every one of them for it. Usually they were dancers in clubs and
not the type he expected himself to settle down with. After a
few years, he resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going
to meet the right woman for him and decided to enjoy his
bachelorhood. And then he got the invitation to join his best
client and his client's family at their beach house for a Fourth
of July weekend.
He arrived hot and tired on Friday afternoon. His client,
Harry MacDonald, met him in the driveway with a cold beer and
escorted him to the guest bedroom, telling Robert to get into his
trunks and meet them on the beach. As he was meeting Harry's
wife, Maureen, Robert felt all the muscles in his jaw go slack
and felt his chin hit his chest.
Walking up to the small group was the most beautiful girl
Robert had ever seen in his life. She had wet, dark hair stuck
to the sides of her smooth, round face, a dazzling smile, and the
most unbelievably-blue blue eyes.
Against his will, Robert's gaze dropped to the petite girl's
chest, where he was rewarded with the sight of two large, round
tits, barely concealed in a tiny bikini top decorated in an
American flag design.
"Hi!" this vision said to Robert as she bent to pick up a
towel from the beach blanket, and in the process, giving Robert a
view through her cleavage down to the top of her bikini bottom!
"Robert, I'd like you to meet the genius in the family.
This is my daughter, Lauren, or `Laurie' as she prefers. She
skipped a few grades and just finished her second year at James
Madison. Laurie, this is a business associate, Robert Anderson."
That night on the beach, he enjoyed all the treasures the
young Laurie had to offer, and that weekend marked the end of
Robert's self-imposed bachelorhood. Over the next few weeks, he
used all the money, class, experience, and romance he could
muster to woo the young Laurie MacDonald. She was everything he
was looking for in a wife -- beautiful, intelligent, poised,
classy, and on top of everything else -- she had the most
wonderful set of large, firm, round tits he had ever had the
pleasure of playing with.
He knew the age difference was significant. He was
thirty-four, and Laurie hadn't had her nineteenth birthday, yet,
but Harry and Maureen didn't seem to mind, and if anything,
Laurie seemed to prefer an older man, established in a career.
Within weeks of meeting, they were engaged and immediately
decided that Laurie would move in with Robert. Soon after that
they were married and soon after that, Laurie was pregnant with
Bobby.
Robert loved Laurie. She was the perfect wife and mother.
He never regretted marrying her for an instant. And, he would
probably have never cheated on her if he hadn't met Sherri.
Sherri's irresistible attraction for Robert was obvious --
put simply and crassly, she was a huge set of tits on legs.
She was tall and skinny. Her legs were long, but thin. Her
torso was thin and, except for those bazooms, she probably
measured the same around her shoulders, her waist, and her hips.
She had no hourglass figure, like Laurie. She had no ass.
She did have tits -- 44-DD on her otherwise skinny body.
Since meeting Sherri, Richard had seen girls and women built like
her on some of the talk shows, and recognized (and enjoyed) the
trend in X-rated videos, where the breast size of a lot of the
new "stars" bordered on freakish dimensions. But this all
occurred after Sherri. Sherri was the first set of
near-impossible tits in Richard's life.
That day, twelve years ago, Robert knew that if Sherri
couldn't type her name in a minute, he was still going to hire
her, just to keep those tits within sight. But the interview had
gone even better than Robert hoped...
*
Sherri was nervous and Robert could hear a faint tremble in
her voice, but he admired the way she presented herself to him.
"Mr. Anderson, I can see what type of secretary you're
trying to hire, and I'm sure you looked at my resume and decided
I am not that person, but I think you'd be wrong rule me out.
"I'll cut through all the professional language and tell you
everything there is to know about me. I'm a local girl who got
pregnant and dropped out of high school. My parents kicked me
out and my baby's father split for parts unknown. I worked at
whatever minimum-wage jobs I could find and I got a place for my
daughter and me to live. I scratched out a living and took
advantage of whatever benefits I qualified for and I earned my
GED high school diploma. I found subsidized child-care and I
took two years of courses at the community college. I've been a
temp at seven businesses in the last year and the temp agency
will tell you that I got good performance reviews from all of
them. I even had offers to stay at four of them.
"I'm twenty years old with a daughter ready to start school
in the Fall. Your company is within walking distance to the
school I'd like her to go to, and an apartment I'd like to be
able to afford to rent.
"I know I'm young, Mr. Anderson, but I'm not dumb and I've
learned a lot over the last five years. I look at other girls my
age and I know I've matured far beyond them.
"I want this job, Mr. Anderson. Sure, I need it, but more
than that, I want it. I know I can do it if you'll give me the
chance.
"I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in. I think I
know what was in that look. I want to be very clear about this,
Mr. Anderson, so there will be no misunderstanding. I am willing
to do anything for you to get the chance I deserve. No
questions, no hesitation, and no complaints, later -- I'm willing
to do anything."
Robert stared at the girl. She was sitting primly in the
chair, looking near tears, and was waiting for him to speak.
["What had she seen in my look?" he wondered. "And, does she
mean `anything' when she says `anything?'"]
Sherri still had not said another word. Robert looked at
her again, "Ms Koslowski, if this were a movie, I'd say something
like `I like your spunk,' and hire you on the spot. But this
isn't a movie it's business -- my business -- and you are correct
when you say that there isn't anything on your resume that would
qualify you for the position I need filled. Therefore, giving
you the chance that you so eloquently requested would be an
unlikely decision on my part..." Robert hesitated for only an
instant, and then decided to plunge ahead, "...without something
you can offer me that none of the other applicants can offer me.
Maybe there is something. Let's begin by your showing me your
tits."
There, he'd said it! It was a risk to actually come out and
say it, but staring at that incredible chest made him decide.
Now, it was up to her.
As she promised, Sherri asked no questions and did not
hesitate. She stood up, reached behind her and unzipped her
dress. She lifted it over her head and followed that with her
full slip.
Robert could feel his heart racing and his breath coming in
gasps as Sherri, standing there in a large, simple white bra,
pantyhose and white panties, reached behind her to unclasp the
bra.
Robert heard himself groan as the large white bra fell to
the floor and Sherri's mammoth tits were bared for his view.
They were huge, heavy and round, with blue veins and very large
pink nipples. They were mashed together, forming cleavage from
her neck almost to her waist.
Robert had never seen tits like them before in his life. He
stood and walked around the desk. Sherri turned towards him and
he reached out to cup her breasts and lift them in his hands. He
had never felt such heavy flesh before. He never wanted to let
them go.
He sat down on the edge of the desk, never letting go of her
tit-flesh. He began squeezing, pulling, pinching them; swinging
them, pushing them together, twisting the now-hard nipples
between his fingers and thumbs.
As he played and manipulated, Sherri reached down and
unzipped Robert's zipper. Gently, she reached into his shorts
and withdrew his raging, engorged erection. Slowly, she bent
over at the waist and engulfed his cock in her mouth as his hands
continued their play with her breasts.
Within only a minute or two, Robert was ready to cum. As he
felt his climax begin, he clasp his hands on the young girl's
tit-flesh and squeezed as hard as he could, spasming with both
his cock and fingers. His incredible cum continued for some time
and Sherri never altered her mouth's rhythm, sucking every drop
of cum he spewed down her throat.
After he finished, and Sherri cleaned him with her tongue
and mouth, Robert stood and zipped up. Sherri sat down in the
chair, still naked from the waist up and waited for the verdict.
Robert sat and looked across the desk at the young woman and
her incredible tits. "Well, here's no surprise -- you're hired,
Ms Koslowski. You're getting your chance. But your employment
is conditional. Your employment agreement will be renewed on a
daily basis, depending on both your office duties and the special
administrative duties that you just demonstrated. Is that
understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson."
"And you can agree to those terms?"
"Yes, Mr. Anderson."
"And if we, ah... expand on those terms?"
"There won't be a problem, Mr. Anderson."
"Fine. My current secretary is retiring in about a month.
You begin tomorrow morning to learn everything she knows about
this company and about me. I don't mean any offense, Ms
Koslowski, but I'd also like it if you learned some fashion and
make-up tips from her. I can arrange a `sign-on' bonus for you
to help with any additional wardrobe requirements you might have
as a result."
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
*
*********
Chapter 8
Thursday, December 22nd -- Part 3
*
Now, twelve years later, Robert never regretted his decision
for a moment.
As he leaned back into the soft sofa, tugging on her long
nipples as she tugged on his cock with her lips, he thought about
how right he had been to hire her. Over her years with the
company, Sherri -- smart, ambitious, and loyal -- went from
Robert's secretary to his true and valued assistant with a
secretary of her own. The previous year, Robert had promoted her
to Vice President and given her another fat raise. She proved
over and over that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the
company and her career, and most importantly, for Robert.
In those same twelve years, Sherri never hesitated to strip
naked and get down on her knees and suck Robert off or climb
aboard his cock for a fuck. Soon after hiring Sherri, Robert had
a large, comfortable sofa delivered to his office, and they would
use it two and three times a day. His favorite position was
lying on his back with Sherri fucking him, sitting on his cock as
he played with her bouncing, bobbing, swinging tits. Not as
often, anymore, but Robert had also lent Sherri and the sofa to
several of his better clients, and they always returned the favor
with lucrative contracts.
Outside of the office, Sherri's life settled down and she
met a nice man and eventually married him. At first, Robert was
jealous and afraid he was going to lose her, but she never
stopped sucking him in the office. They didn't fuck as often as
they used to, except on business trips or at conventions, but she
never hesitated to get down on her knees, and that was just fine
with Robert.
"Oh! Oh! Ahhh...!
Sherri tightened her lips around Robert's spurting cock and
swallowed his warm, gooey cum as it filled her mouth. When he
was finished, she gently licked his cock clean and returned it to
his pants and zipped him up.
Robert relaxed on the sofa and watched Sherri dress, "Well,
what's on the calendar for today, besides the clients' party?"
"Really, Robert, there's nothing that can't wait until after
Christmas. We're all caught up."
"Great. Now, who's coming to the open house and what asses
need the most kissing?"
Robert sold office supplies and equipment -- from thumbtacks
and pencils to computers, fax machines, and mega-copiers. The
business was fast and tough and the competition (especially from
the big office stores) was brutal. The most important thing
Robert's company and every one who worked for it excelled in was
pampering their customers and keeping them happy. An annual
event was an open house for the clients, featuring -- among other
things -- catered gourmet food and top-of-the line booze.
"Well, mostly the regulars," Sherri said as she stepped into
her navy highheels and checked herself in the washroom mirror.
She was wearing an expensive navy wool suit and a white silk
blouse -- the very model of professional decorum. "You know Sy
is coming -- he's never turned down a free meal or a free
drink..."
"Or a free fuck, if I remember correctly."
Sherri smiled at Robert, "That's for sure. But we won't
have to offer that, today. I don't see any major purchases from
him until the Summer. The main potential client to keep happy is
Philip Dawson."
"That pompous asshole."
"For sure, he's that, but he's also the guy that awards the
contract for the state. If we got that contract, our business
would increase by over a third."
Robert nodded, "I'll be sure to wear Chapstick so my lips
will be nice and soft when I smooch his buns!"
"Always a nice touch, Mr. Anderson. But I also have a
back-up plan in case your lips get tired."
Robert raised an eyebrow.
Sherri smiled at him and nodded. "As usual, I hired a few,
ah... hostesses for the party. Two of them were here for last
year's bash and performed admirably in supplying exactly what the
clients were looking for. The third one is a real looker and
knows the score -- she's ready and willing to cooperate fully
with the clients' wishes. The fourth is the special one I
brought in for our Mr. Dawson."
"Sherri, you've kept me in the dark! Don't tell me you have
a little gossip about our upstanding public servant?"
Sherri sat on the edge of Robert's desk, crossed her legs
and lit a cigarette. She looked calm and cool and professional
and Robert wanted to fuck her very badly. Instead, he put that
thought on hold and concentrated on landing a big contract.
"Well... word has it that our Mr. Dawson is very concerned
with today's youth."
"He likes them young, eh? Boys or girls?"
"Girls. Scuttlebutt has it that he was asked to leave his
last position as a county school board president because of some
whispered complaints of too-intense one-on-one counselling
sessions with the county's best and brightest young ladies. I'm
not sure how everything was hushed up, but it was and with
Dawson's political connections, he was promoted out of there."
"So, who's this special hostess you've hired?"
"Her name is Diane, and she's the daughter of a neighbor.
She's almost seventeen and has boned every male over the age of
eleven in the neighborhood."
"Including Doug?" Robert teased about Sherri's husband.
"I hope not, but I couldn't blame him if he did. Wait until
you see her. This girl reeks sex. As I said, she's sixteen but
she can look thirteen or twenty-eight, depending on how she's
dressed. I told her to dress young, pretty and innocent."
Robert wiped his hand down over his face and thought for a
moment. "I want this contract, Sherri, but setting something up
with an underage girl is making me feel more than a little icky."
"That's why I didn't say anything to you, I knew you would
feel skittish about it. But believe me, Robert, I'm not asking
this little slut to do something she hasn't already done a few
hundred times before."
"I understand. But my Amanda is fourteen and your Tiffany
is seventeen. It just gives me the creeps."
"Well, why don't you just wait to see what happens before
you run to confession. For all we know, Dawson won't even give
her a look."
"Yeah, alright."
*
To the surprise of neither of them, Dawson gave little Diane
more than a look -- and he wasn't the only one. When the girl
arrived, Sherri introduced her as her niece. Diane was a
beautiful young lady, wearing a bright red jumper over a green
turtleneck top and flat, black pumps with white stockings. Her
hair was casually pulled back and her make-up was applied lightly
and expertly. She looked like a sweet, innocent
fourteen-year-old girl that every man in the building wanted to
immediately strip and fuck.
*****
At home, Laurie was happily baking cookies and bread in her
kitchen, thinking back over her outrageous night with Sam and
Theo. At one point, she giggled out loud as she sensuously oiled
two loaves of dough, getting them ready for the oven -- the dough
had a soft firmness to it, and shaped to be baguettes, the size
and shape was very similar to the well-hung Agro brothers. She
wished the randy brothers were right there in the kitchen, taking
her one after the other, her jeans and panties tossed aside, her
body thrown over the flour-covered table...
"Hi, mom! What's so funny?" called Bobby as he walked into
the kitchen. "Are you all right? You look all flushed and red."
"Oh! Hi, honey. Yes, I'm fine. It just gets a little warm
with both ovens going and everything. Back from shopping,
already?"
"Yeah, the stores are packed. I just need to figure out
what to get for dad and I think I'm through. Can I sample these
cookies, Mom?"
Laurie ruffled Bobby's hair as she walked past him, towards
the refrigerator, "Sure! I even bought extra milk, knowing you'd
be home."
She poured a glass of milk and stood next to Bobby seated on
a kitchen stool, "You don't know how much I miss having you
around, dear." Laurie held Bobby's face between her hands and
kissed his forehead, "I really missed you."
Bobby wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and pulled
her close for a hug, "I know, Mom. I missed you, too.
California is a long way away."
Mother and son enjoyed their long, tight hug until the oven
timer buzzed and Laurie got the next batch of cookies out of the
oven.
*****
Amanda Anderson felt like screaming -- school was finally
out for the holidays! No more Sister Mary Murderer for two
weeks! She felt like skipping as she made her way across the
parkinglot to the church. Only forty minutes of choir practice
and then home for the holidays.
As usual, the church was too, too warm. All the girls were
talking excitedly and laughing with each other, discussing
Christmas trips and clothes and hoped-for presents and parties
and, of course, boys.
"Ah, girls? Ahem! Girls? LADIES, PLEASE!"
The girls stopped their noise and looked at the young priest
standing in front of them.
"Um, hi, girls."
"HELLO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN!"
"Um, I can hear you're all in good voice, today. Getting
out of school for two weeks isn't the reason, is it?"
There was a mixture of giggles and "YES, FATHER O'SULLIVAN,"
and "NO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN."
Father Sean Patrick O'Sullivan looked at his twenty-four
charges -- girls from the seventh grade through their senior year
of high school -- and realized he was sweating profusely again.
Entering the seminary directly from a private Catholic
grammar school at thirteen and being ordained a priest at the
young age of twenty-four the previous September, he had never
been this close to so many young women in his life, until he was
assigned to lead the girls' choir. He could handle leading them
during Mass -- it was so formal a setting, there was the crowd of
people, and the girls were all dressed in heavy satin robes from
their neck to their shoes. It was practice that tested his
spiritual strength. When the girls showed up for choir practice,
they felt more relaxed than in the classroom. Most were in their
uniforms, blouses open at the neck or the waistband of their
skirts rolled up, making their skirts far shorter than the nuns
would ever allow in class. Some came in sweaty from phys-ed or
team practice, their gym skirts barely long enough for modesty.
He would never get used to how... casual... the girls were about
their bodies around him.
Father Sean never imagined being assigned to a parish with a
girls' school attached to it would be as trying as it was.
Shortly after being assigned to the parish, he began sinning.
Just seeing so many girls walking and running and sitting around
the parish grounds was enough to start deep and troublesome
feelings inside of him. Then, when he was assigned the choir and
counselling duties, bringing him in close contact with the girls,
his fight against temptation failed and he wallowed in his
failure and his self-abuse.
He had the misfortune to be near one of the girls more than
he was comfortable with. She was in the choir and one of the
students he counselled on academic and spiritual matters. She
was the most beautiful and desirable girl in the school, and
being near her added to his guilt for the even deeper and darker
feelings and thoughts he had about her. In his bed at night, as
he whipped his hand up and down his turgid flesh, lost in lust
and guilt, his thoughts were of doing indecent and indescribable
things to sweet Amanda Anderson.
She was the perfect age. The older girls intimidated Father
Sean and the younger ones were... well, too young. Amanda still
had the innocence of the younger girls, but her body was full and
ripe -- a woman's body. She was smart and popular and sweet.
There was no question about her beauty; she almost radiated.
When Father Sean masturbated every night, he thought only about
Amanda.
She had not done anything overt to tempt Father Sean.
Instead, it was her pretty face and the confident way she carried
her sexy body. The priest cherished the short skirts she wore,
allowing him to gape at her shapely calves and firm thighs. One
day, in a counselling session, one of Amanda's blouse buttons was
missing and her blouse gapped, letting him see her firm curved
breast disappear into the cup of her white, lacy bra. He had
rubbed his penis raw that night, and the next few!
Father Sean muddled through the choir practice, trying
desperately not to stare too often at Amanda. Finally, it was
over.
"All right, girls. That was very good. Remember, we're
singing at the 11 o'clock Mass on Christmas. PA-LEASE don't be
late!"
The girls giggled and quickly disappeared. All except
Amanda, who walked up to the priest.
"Father Sean?"
"Yes, Amanda?" Father Sean could feel his heart racing in
his chest.
She smiled, "I have something for you."
When the girl bent over to open her backpack, Father Sean
was glad he was wearing his cassock. His penis had hardened and
was straining the tolerance of his zipper. "Wha... What is it,
Amanda?" He could barely get the words out, his throat was so
dry and constricted.
Amanda straightened up and turned to face the priest. "It's
a Christmas present. Don't open it until Christmas morning!"
Father Sean took the small, beautifully wrapped gift. "But,
I don't have anything for you."
"You don't have to, Father Sean. I'm giving you a gift.
That's all. It's just a little something, so you don't forget
about me. Merry Christmas, Father Sean."
As she spoke she stepped close to the priest and stood on
her toes. She leaned against the rigid man and brushed his cheek
with a chaste, dry kiss. Then she turned and made her way to the
door. Just before she opened the door, she turned and waved at
the priest.
Only with the most difficult effort was he able to smile and
wave. He stood there, in the center aisle of the church, feeling
guilty and disgusted with himself. When the girl leaned against
him, he smelled her fragrance and felt her breasts press against
his chest and her thighs press against his erection and he began
an orgasm.
*
On the way home, Amanda asked her mother, "What's for
dinner?"
"Italian. I even made fresh bread."
"Mmmm... Sounds great. Is Bobby home?"
"Yes. Rank amateur that he is, he's all shopped out."
"Ha! What a wimp. I still have shopping to do. I guess
I'll go tomorrow. I feel like staying in tonight."
"Bobby said the same thing, and I'm looking forward to
kicking my shoes off and relaxing. Maybe we'll stop and rent a
couple of videos."
"Great! Will Daddy be home for dinner?"
"I doubt it, tonight, honey. He's having his big client
party."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Daddy calls it his ass-kisser's ball!"
"Amanda!"
******
Robert was happy with the way the party had gone. All the
clients seemed happy, and even that prig Dawson eventually
loosened up and finally disappeared with Diane. Sherri had been
brilliant, again.
Now, the two of them were alone in the building and were
sitting on the sofa in Robert's office. The lights were low,
their shoes were off and they were sipping from a bottle of
champagne that Robert had saved for them, and Christmas carols
were playing on the radio.
"Well, how do you think it went, Sherri?"
She stretched out her long legs and rested her feet on the
coffee table, "I thought it went great. Dawson left with Diane
and a silly grin on his face, so I have more than a hunch we'll
be hearing from him, soon. I think Doug Chambers fell in love
with Doris."
"Which one was she?"
"The redhead."
"Mmmm, nice."
"I only hire the best, boss."
"I didn't see much of the blonde."
"That was Bev. She's a real pro at `hostessing.' I might
have to replace the sofa in my office after the workout she gave
it, today."
"Who did she keep happy?"
"Like I said, she's a real pro. I saw her disappear with
Ron Goldman and Derek Morton, and I think that rep for Golden
Foods -- I can never remember his name."
"Steve Hutchinson. She didn't do all of them at once, did
she?"
"No, boss, one at a time, you horny bird."
"I was gonna say maybe we should install a video camera for
next year."
Sherri laughed, "If this business gets any tougher, that
might not be such a bad idea, anyway!"
Robert casually reached over and pulled Sherri's blouse out
of her skirt and moved his hand up to her bra-clad breast.
Sherri put her cigarette out in the ashtray and her glass on
the coffeetable, "Wait a minute, sport." She stood and removed
her jacket, blouse, and bra. Then she sat down and poured
another drink. Robert's hand cupped under her full tit and
squeezed her flesh.
Sherri continued talking, "You know, Robert, I really like
this time of the year. The pressure's off a little, there's the
clients' party, and tomorrow is the employees' party. It's a
nice time."
"Um-hum," mumbled Robert, his mouth full of nipple.
Sherri lit another cigarette and sipped her champagne.
*
*********
Chapter 9
Friday, December 23 -- Part 1
*
On Friday morning, Laurie woke up horny, Robert woke up
happy, Amanda woke up hung-over, and Bobby woke up with a
hard-on.
*
Laurie awoke from an erotic dream that was filled with dark
men and large cocks and long tongues, and she was slightly
disappointed to find she was lying quietly in her own bed. She
again marvelled at how horny and randy she had been feeling
lately; and her nasty session with the Agro brothers had only
exacerbated those feelings, rather than relieve them. She was
feeling so damned sexy, she could barely stand it!
She looked over at Robert. She had fallen asleep before he
got home the night before, so she had no idea what time he had
gotten to sleep, but he looked rested enough. Her hand crept
under the sheets and over his thigh until she found his warm
cock. Still asleep, Robert's dick slowly responded to Laurie's
warm, soft touch. He was soon erect and Laurie's head
disappeared under the covers.
*
Robert stirred and then woke to a very pleasant, warm, wet
feeling in his crotch. He stirred a little more, enough to
realize he wasn't dreaming, and discovered his lovely wife giving
him a wonderful morning blow-job! He felt Laurie's mouth leave
his prick and work its way up his stomach, chest and neck until
her head emerged from the covers and she kissed him on the lips.
"Good morning, Dearest," she said.
"Mmmm... 'Morning, Sweetheart. Don't let me interrupt."
Laurie began to rise and Robert could feel the heat of her
hairless pussy on his upper thigh. Then she was poised over his
cock. She tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes and
smiled down on him, "You don't have to move, Dear, I'll do all
the work."
Robert reached up to squeeze her still-firm breasts as she
lowered her hips and he felt his prick spreading her wet, warm
pussy-lips. "Have your way with me!"
She grunted as she slid down his erection and bottomed out
on his balls, "Ugh! I intend to!"
Laurie was obviously into fucking him enthusiastically and
energetically and Robert couldn't help but respond in kind. He
leaned forward and sucked one of his wife's pink, hard nipples
into his mouth. His hand moved down to her cunt and he managed
to brush her clit several times with his thumb as it moved up and
down. Then getting into the spirit of a randy good morning fuck,
Robert reached behind his wife and began shoving two fingers up
her tight asshole. As he did that he bit down on Laurie's nipple
in his mouth and pinched her other nipple between his finger and
thumb.
"Ugh! Ugh! OOOoooOOOO!" Laurie was lost in a world of
feeling only -- no sight, sound, or smell -- only her pussy, her
ass and her nipples.
Robert kept up his attack on her tender spots and she
continued to hump his cock and -- as they both know would happen
-- she all too soon began to cum -- and cum and cum, losing all
rhythm and strength, until she collapsed onto her husband, who
was just beginning his own climax.
Finally, when they were both still and cuddling, Robert
laughed, "Whew! What a wake-up call, Dear. I thought you were
going to wake up the kids!"
"Oooo... I didn't care. I think they're both old enough to
figure out that their parents fuck."
"Well, sure, but you don't want them to think we actually
enjoy it, do you?" And they both laughed.
Later, when Robert was dressed and ready to leave for the
office, Laurie threw the covers down below her waist and jiggled
her breasts seductively at her husband.
"Ready for more, Laurie?"
"Sure! How about you?"
"I'm an old man! I need time to recuperate!"
"Alright, old man. I'll let you go this time, but you
better be ready for anything later."
"So I can look forward to a good time tonight?"
"Oh, absolutely! But first, remember, we have to go to the
Stones' big bash."
"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about that."
"Well, it's an early start. Remember, cocktails start at
five, so don't be late."
"I'll be home in time, Dear. I wonder what outrageous thing
Regina Stone will pull this year?"
"Who knows with that crazy bitch. Robert, I love you."
"And I love you, Laurie, with all my heart."
"This was great, this morning. We're going to have to do
this more often, you know."
"I know," Robert replied, inwardly wondering if mega-doses
of vitamin E and bushels of oysters would help his stamina.
"Well, I'm off to work, Dear. Have a nice day."
"Bye, Dear, see you tonight. And thanks for the morning
action!"
"My pleasure!"
******
Amanda awoke in pain. Her head was throbbing and her mouth
felt and tasted like the inside of a dirty clothes hamper. She
knew the light from the windows would hurt her eyes, but she
opened them enough to see that she was in her room and in her
bed. She didn't remember getting there. She did remember
sitting up with Bobby in the family room, watching some old
comedy videos and drinking some wine coolers. How many coolers
had she had? She couldn't remember that, either.
She slowly sat up and put her feet on the floor. [`Could a
hangover make your feet hurt, too?' she wondered.] The clothes
she was wearing last night were in a pile beside the bed. Amanda
stood up and took a few tentative steps over to the door. She
took her robe from the hook and put it on. In the bathroom, she
started the water, to let it get good and hot, and stripped the
robe off. Then she pulled her t-shirt nightie over her head and
reached down to take her panties off when she realized she wasn't
wearing any. That was strange.
The water was hot as she stepped into the shower.
*
Bobby woke up with a hard-on, but there wasn't anything
special about that -- he always woke up with a hard-on. His hand
crept down to his warm, erect flesh; and, as he gripped his pole,
he remembered the night before and began long, tight strokes.
*
The three of them had been in the familyroom, watching TV,
when their mother announced she was going up to bed.
A few minutes later, Bobby went into the kitchen and
returned with a beer for himself and a wine cooler for Amanda.
"Want a cooler, Munchkin?" he asked.
Amanda looked up and smiled, "Sure! I'd love one."
Bobby twisted the top off and handed the bottle to his
sister, "Just don't get sick."
"Sick? This isn't my first one, you know!"
"Ooooo, excuse me! I forgot. You're such a big drinker."
Amanda stuck her tongue out and took a big gulp of the
cooler. "Mmmm, good. I hope there's more in there."
In a few minutes, Bobby again returned from the kitchen with
a beer and a cooler. "Want to watch a video, Sis?"
"Sure, Bobby, which one?"
"Let's start with `Caddyshack.'"
Several hours and coolers later, Bobby and Amanda sat on the
sofa laughing through "Stripes" again. Their father had come
home, said `hi' to his two kids and headed up to bed. It was
late and, except for the TV, the house was quiet. Bobby had a
very nice beer-buzz going and Amanda was shit-faced.
As the credits rolled, Bobby looked at Amanda and saw that
she had nodded off. He nudged her gently, "C'mon, Munchkin, time
to go to bed."
Amanda opened her eyes a slit, "G'way!"
"Come on, Amanda. I'll help you."
"No! I'll sleep here!" she grumped.
Bobby zapped the TV off and bent to lift Amanda off the
sofa. As he did, he got another strong whiff of her perfume. He
couldn't get her to stand, so he picked her up in his arms. She
felt light as a feather and as loose as a bag of potatoes -- but
looked a whole lot prettier. He climbed the steps slowly and
quietly made his way to the door of his sister's bedroom. Not
wanting to be obvious, should mom or dad awake and find that he
allowed his little sister to get drunk, Bobby quickly slipped
into Amanda's room, gently lay her on her bed, closed the door,
and turned on the small reading lamp.
He stood over the bed, looking at his exquisite little
sister. Her hair spilled onto her pillow and she snored quietly
-- so pretty, so innocent, yet so damn sexy!
Feeling his buzz drifting away, Bobby felt clear-headed.
His mind argued between just leaving Amanda the way she was to
sleep it off, and `making her more comfortable' by undressing
her. Without too much of an internal argument, he decided to
undress her.
He started innocently enough, leaning over and pulling her
socks off. Then his impatience got the best of him. He began
unbuttoning her flannel shirt, his fingers feeling thick and
clumsy as they fumbled with the buttons. Finally, the shirt was
unbuttoned and he held Amanda up from the bed so he could pull
the shirt off her shoulder and arms. He checked to make sure she
was still sleeping and was relieved to see she was still soundly
out. She was wearing a white satin bra with soft cups and Bobby
could feel his dick harden as he looked at his sister's white
flesh swelling up and out the top of the cups. He looked for a
clasp on the front, but there wasn't one, so he had to lift her
up again as he unclasp the bra.
He gently lay her back on the bed and took a deep breath.
If she woke up, now, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was
doing. He could have stopped with her shirt and jeans and threw
a nightie on her, but if caught now, he'd never be able to
explain why he was taking her bra off.
Committed to seeing his sister's tits, he slid the thin
straps off her shoulders and arms and slowly lifted the soft cups
away from the firm flesh. His erection swelled to fullness as
his eyes feasted on Amanda's perfect, full, round, firm mounds of
tit-flesh. The view had been worth the risk! He immediately
wanted to touch her breasts with his fingers and mouth but
decided he better not.
His hands returned to her waist, his eyes still glued to her
tits. He opened the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper
down. He saw the hint of white covering her mound. He went to
her feet and gently tugged the jeans off her rump and hips until
they were off and joined the pile of her clothes on the floor.
Hesitating only slightly, Bobby curled his fingers in the
waistband of her bikini panties and gently tugged them off.
At last, she was naked!
He stood there and tried to take it all in. God, she was
beautiful! The face of an angel, that magnificent set of tits, a
flat, firm stomach, a pretty little `inny' navel, sexy hips, and
an almost-transparent covering of trimmed honey-blonde pubic hair
over puffy and obviously pink pussylips. Her legs were firm and
shapely leading down to her petite feet and red-painted toenails.
Eventually, he moved to her bureau and got a long t-shirt
nightie. He didn't want to cover her up, but he assumed she
didn't sleep naked and if she woke up that way, she'd have a
pretty good idea who made her like that. But, still, he stood
there, looking.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached his
hand down and gently brushed his palm over her right nipple.
Immediately, her nipple crinkled and hardened and a tiny
moan escaped her lips.
Now, with no thought involved, Bobby knelt next to the bed
and reached both hands up to cover his little sister's firm
breasts. She moaned louder as he cupped both breasts and rubbed
his thumbs over her nipples. As he continued, she became more
restless, moving her hips and legs, until Bobby was afraid she
would wake up.
Using his last ounce of will-power, Bobby quickly popped the
nightie over Amanda's head and, with more than a little
difficulty, threaded her arms through the short sleeves. He
pulled it down as far as he could and turned the light off and
almost ran down the hall to his own bedroom.
*
Now, as he stroked his hard cock in the morning light, he
thought about his sister's lush, sexy body. Thoughts of his
mother, naked except for black stockings, garterbelt and
highheels intruded and expanded his fantasy as he felt his cum
boiling in his balls, getting ready to explode out his dick.
What a cum!
Later, at breakfast, his sister and mother behaved perfectly
normal, but Bobby had his own private thoughts about what sexy
little sluts they both could be!
*
**********
Chapter 10
Friday, December 23 -- Part 2
*
`Lakeview Crest,' where the Andersons lived, was a fairly
exclusive development of large suburban homes. The land had once
been a farm on the crest of a hill overlooking one of the city's
man-made lakes that provided water for the area. The land
surrounding the community was undeveloped and would stay that way
as protected watershed land. The farm should have been subsumed
into the watershed decades ago, when the lakes were begun, but
for some reason (probably a lot of cash spread over a lot of
hands or a connection on the zoning commission) the farm was
never included in the public property. Years later, a developer
found the farm tucked away down a long, dusty road and made the
dying farmer an offer the old farmer couldn't refuse for the
continued welfare of his family. The developer quickly
subdivided the property into about sixty lots (after some more
money passed through some more hands) and built large homes on
them. For himself, the developer restored and expanded the Civil
War era farmhouse/mansion and lived on the largest and best lot,
overlooking the lake. That developer was James Arthur Ripley
Stone.
Jim Stone was a multi-millionaire and proud to show it. He
built shopping strips and malls and suburban office buildings all
over the country. And this had been a particularly good year
because one of his designs for a medical building became popular
with the growing number of HMOs all over the nation. Business
couldn't be better.
One of his favorite occasions to show off was his annual
Christmas Party. His house was decorated in the 1990's
interpretation of Victorian England splendor. The forty-foot
spruce on the front lawn was expertly shaped and strung with
thousands of lights and topped with a four-foot star. For the
party, between the house and tree, the lawn was covered with a
huge striped tent. Inside the heated tent were more lights and
trees, poinsettias, tables, chairs, a long buffet table, Santa, a
band, a dance floor, two bars, and people, people, people.
Walking around, greeting neighbors, friends, business
associates, bankers, company attorneys and CPA's, and the pick of
the people providing him and his family with services throughout
the year was Jim Stone, playing his most secretly cherished role
-- Lord of the Manor.
*
Robert Anderson arrived home in time to shower and dress for
the big fete. As the four happy Andersons walked hand-in-hand
through the chilly-but-not-cold night to the Stone house, they
waved at neighbors and enjoyed seeing all the Christmas
decorations. As a neighborhood tradition, on the night of the
Stone's party, the entire neighborhood was lit with luminaries
placed along the curbs and up driveways. The small white paper
bags glowed from the flame of the candle in each, outlining the
streets and making each intersection beautiful. It was almost
magical.
The Andersons made their way up the long, curving driveway
of the Stone house and stepped into the tent. After checking
their coats, they made their way over to the line of people
waiting to wish the Stones a happy holiday.
Jim Stone was in a black tuxedo with a bright red velvet bow
tie and cummerbund. Beside him was his statuesque wife, Regina,
in a floor-length red velvet dress, and beside her, their
daughter, Mindy and her husband, Carl.
The Stones greeted the Andersons heartily and Regina patted
Amanda on the head, "My, you've gotten so big, and so pretty!
Who's this gorgeous man next to you, Amanda -- some Hollywood
actor on holiday?"
Amanda winced at the corniness, but was proud of her big
brother, "You remember Bobby, Mrs. Stone. He's home from
college."
Regina Stone faked an astonished look and grabbed Bobby
close to her in a bearhug, "Bobby! I hardly recognized you!
College life is certainly agreeing with you. It must be all
those young coeds, eh, Bobby?"
Bobby could feel himself blushing, "Hi, Mrs. Stone. Good to
see you again."
Regina hugged Bobby tightly again and whispered into his
ear, "Save a few minutes for old Mrs. Stone, later, Bobby, dear.
I want to take you over to the house and show you something very
special. Okay?"
Bobby had no idea what she was talking about but answered,
"S-sure, Mrs. Stone. Whenever you're ready." But Regina had
already directed her attention to the next couple in the greeting
line.
Confused, Bobby made his way to the bar and ordered a beer.
While he was standing there, admiring the women and girls at the
party, his friend Scott sidled up beside him.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself, Scott. What's up?"
"Well, the food and the booze are great, as usual, but the
number of unattached honeys may be at an all time low. But,
damn, they all look so good, all dressed up. Anyway, the best
looking girl here is your sister."
"And she's hands off -- right?"
"Sure, sure, Bobby. But I heard about you and one of
Amanda's little playmates the other night."
Bobby winced, "Yeah, Heather -- don't remind me. Any port
in a storm, I guess."
Scott smiled, "Yeah. Well, that's a pretty busy port.
Docked there, myself, last night. She's a hot little thing!"
"She is that." Bobby tilted his head towards their hosts.
"So, what have I missed in the Stone's saga by being away for
four months?"
Scott looked over at Jim Stone, puffing on a huge cigar and
laughing loudly. At his side, smiling and greeting people was
his wife, Regina. Regina Stone, never at risk of being called
"Lady" of the Manor, was, putting it politely, a wild woman. She
was a legend in her own time.
"The only thing I heard about was the Halloween party, where
she showed up in a very small, very red bathing suit and with
three male-model hunks in tow in red bathing suits. She said
they were `Baywatch.'"
"She's unbelievable." Bobby started to tell Scott about
Regina's strange invitation, but decided to keep it to himself
for the moment. He ordered another beer.
*
"Amanda! Amanda Anderson!"
Amanda turned from watching the dancers to see the Miller
family approaching.
"Hi, Mrs. Miller, Rasheed, Yolanda." Amanda's smile dimmed
as she looked at Mr. Miller, "Hello."
Mrs. Miller was all smiles and full of good cheer, "Amanda,
where have you been, girlfriend? The kids miss you terribly.
Any chance of you coming back?"
Amanda had babysat for the Miller children for over a year,
and had spent almost the entire summer watching them. But with
starting high school and trying out for teams, she hadn't had the
time. "And I miss the kids. But, no, I just don't have the time
with my schoolwork and games and practice."
"Well, you are the best babysitter we've ever had, dear.
Isn't she, Ron?" She looked at her husband.
He smiled and nodded, "No doubt about that. The best ever."
Amanda spent a few minutes chatting with the young children
and then wished the Millers a merry Christmas.
Mrs. Miller hugged Amanda. "Thanks, Dear. Please stop by
during the holidays. The kids have something wrapped for you
under the tree. You have to stop by, anyway, Amanda. Besides
Christmas, this year we're celebrating Kwanzaa, too. The kids
are learning all about it in day school."
"Sure, I'll stop by, Mrs. Miller. I think there's some
stuff for Yolanda and Rasheed under our tree, too. It was nice
to see all of you again. Merry Christmas."
*
Hours later, the party had settled into its normal routine.
Amanda was with her friends, taking one of the carriage rides
through the neighborhood. Robert, Senior was engrossed in
conversation with the other businessmen in the neighborhood,
raging against government interference, wishing for the return of
the Reagan years, and drinking Jim Stone's bourbon. Laurie was
happily dancing the night away, and maybe holding her partners
just a little tighter than necessary during the slow tunes.
And, Bobby? Bobby was sitting close to the bar with a few
friends when he caught Regina Stone subtly motioning to him. She
was standing near the exit, curling her finger, indicating he was
to join her. As he stood, Regina motioned again and disappeared
out of the tent.
Bobby followed Regina out of the tent and through the
covered passage to the house. Ahead of him, she mounted the
steps, crossed the porch and opened the front door, leaving it
open behind her.
[`What the hell is going on?' Bobby wondered.] She had
hardly even acknowledged his existence before tonight, and now
this? What did she want to show him? Why was she staying so far
ahead and having him follow her? He really had no idea what was
going on, but with her reputation and history of outrageous
behavior, some small part of him hoped it would be something
sexy.
*
Regina Stone had been a model. Not a Milan/New York runway
model, but one of the more famous local faces. She had done many
area fashion shows and benefits and had been a regular in the
pages of local stores' ads and catalogs. It was at a Christmas
charity show, where she and a few other girls were modeling
lingerie in a very private show for a very select group of
wealthy businessmen that she met Jim Stone. She knew the look in
his eyes the instant she saw him, and she knew she was going to
marry well.
Now, years later, with a husband away nine months of the
year and all the money she could spend, she did exactly as she
pleased and didn't care who was watching.
Jim Stone had a pretty good idea what went on behind his
back but he was nearing sixty-five and could no longer keep up
with his much younger wife, and he didn't want to spend the time
and energy to find another wife. Besides, Regina still looked
good and handled all the things he expected his wife to handle,
and, his ego liked the idea of these other men wanting his wife
-- he wondered how many of the guests they had greeted at the
start of the evening (neighbors, friends, landscapers, pool
cleaners, construction workers, deliverymen and on and on) had
tasted Regina's considerable charms often and enthusiastically
during the years while he was away on business. And, finally,
and maybe the best reason he tolerated her indiscretions was that
there was no pre-nuptial agreement.
*
Bobby was surprised to see so many people in the house. He
thought the party was confined to the tent, but there were people
looking at the Stone's Christmas tree, decorated differently each
year (this year, it looked like all the ornaments were Irish
crystal). There was food in the dining room and dozens of
bottles of wine open on the table. The wide stairway was blocked
with wide red ribbons -- a sign to the guests to remain
downstairs. When Bobby finally saw Regina again, she was
standing in the kitchen doorway. She tilted her head for Bobby
to follow and walked through the crowd of caterer's people busily
rushing about the kitchen with hot pans and dishes of steaming
food.
Around the corner, Bobby found the back stairs to the second
floor. When he entered the stairwell, he saw Regina looking down
from the top step. She smiled and said, "Lock it behind you,
dearie, and hurry up!"
As Bobby reached the top of the stairs he looked to his
right and saw what was obviously the master bedroom suite. To
his left, Regina was motioning for him to join her in another
room at the end of the long hall.
Bobby reached the doorway and looked in, thanking the gods
in heaven as he watched Regina lowering the long zipper on her
red party dress.
"Come in, Bobby. Don't be shy. Here, darling, help me with
my zipper."
Bobby stepped closer and pulled the zipper down until it
stopped. Regina turned to face him and with the slightest arm
motion, her dress slid to the floor.
"Merry Christmas, Bobby!"
Bobby stared in awe. He guessed Regina was somewhere in her
mid-to-late-forties, but here she stood looking incredible. Her
skin was white and smooth. Her breasts were fabulous -- high and
firm on her chest. She was still wearing her highheels and
pantyhose but they were the strangest pantyhose he had ever seen.
At the top there were openings, and the hose went up to a
waistband, almost like a built-in garterbelt, leaving her pussy
and ass naked!
Regina smiled at the obvious rapture on Bobby's face. "You
like, Bobby-dear?" She cupped her breasts in her hands,
squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples. "These are the
best money can buy. Did your mom buy hers? Or is she one of
those lucky ones who were born with a set of knockers like that?
Well, come on, boy, enough gawking, let's get this show on the
road! I have a party I'm hostessing!" With that, Regina reached
down and started unbuckling Bobby's belt.
In seconds, Bobby had shed his pants, underwear, and shoes
and followed Regina down on to the big bed.
"Nothing above the neck, Bobby-dear. Mustn't mess up my
make-up."
Bobby lavished kisses on her large tits, licking and sucking
and nibbling her nipples.
"Ohh, very nice, dearie. Can you go a little lower?"
Eager to please, Bobby kissed his way down Regina's stomach
and into her trimmed bush, finding her hard, little clit. He
sucked it between his teeth and began licking it with his tongue.
"Oh, god, how I love young men!" Regina exclaimed.
While this wild scene played out, Bobby couldn't believe it
was happening. He felt he was living out one of his junior high
wet dreams. Here he was in bed with one of the major players in
many of his wet dreams. Regina Stone had fueled more than a few
hand-jobs. She had been the first woman Bobby had ever seen in a
thong bikini. Even dressed up, Bobby had seen few lower-cut
blouses or shorter miniskirts than what Regina Stone wore. He
remembered some of her costumes at neighborhood Halloween parties
-- as a harem girl, a sexy nurse right out of a porno video, and
as Lady Godiva. He had heard the stories about her and her many
torrid affairs behind Jim Stone's back. And, now, he was a
participant in the legend!
"Ooooo! You're good! Right there, boy. Right there.
Steady... A little faster... Ooo, good... Harder... Oooo...
Oooo... A-huh! Ooooo, here I come, darling! Here I come!"
Bobby continued nibbling her clit until she began to regain
her composure.
"Oh, Bobby, that was VERY good. Come on up and fuck me now,
boy!"
Bobby lifted his head from her wet pussy and licked his way
up to her breasts. As he did, he moved his cock into position
and plunged it into her cunt. She was slippery wet and loose and
he began to feel her pussy muscles rippling along his shaft. He
began to pump and her muscles grasp him tighter. It was a great
fuck!
"MOTHER! Just what are you doing?"
Bobby looked over at the doorway and saw Regina's daughter,
Mindy standing there. Part of him wanted to pull out and run,
but it felt so damned good and Regina looked up at him and said,
"Ignore her. She's jealous I got you first. Just fuck me."
And Bobby did.
He was soon coming in strong spurts and Regina was heaving
her hips up to meet his thrusts. Finished, he rolled off Regina
and watched as she grabbed her dress. To his utter amazement, as
Regina stepped into her gown, Mindy was stepping out of hers.
Regina turned her back to Mindy and Mindy pulled Regina's zipper
up.
Regina turned to Bobby, kissed him lightly on the lips and
said, "Welcome to the club, Bobby. I'll be looking forward to
seeing you when you get home for the Summer. Don't make yourself
a stranger, understand?"
"Sure, Mrs. Stone. And, thanks!"
"You're welcome. Now you and Mindy have a good time and
I'll see you later."
Bobby looked at Mindy. She was standing in her bra,
pantyhose and panties, smiling at Bobby.
"You must have been good, Bobby. Contrary to popular
belief, Mother doesn't invite everyone back. Why don't you get
comfortable?"
Bobby felt foolish as he realized that he was still dressed
in his blazer, shirt, tie, and socks! He quickly stripped them
all off and turned to Mindy.
She smiled again, "Now, can you show ME how good you are?"
Bobby walked toward Mindy. Mindy wasn't the tall beauty
that her mother was. She was short and lean, and not nearly as
rounded as Regina. Her hair and eyes were brown and her face was
long and angular, with a fairly prominent nose and large teeth.
As she dropped her bra to the floor, Bobby saw that her breasts
were small and low on her chest and were already sagging. When
she dropped her pantyhose and panties to the floor, Bobby noticed
how thin her thighs were and how bushy her pussy was.
[`Oh, well,' he thought, `she's no beauty, but I'm not about
to refuse her and destroy my welcome around here!']
Mindy dropped to her knees and sucked Bobby's sloppy-wet
prick into her mouth. Bobby's fingers combed into her hair and
held her face tight to his groin as his cock revived itself in
her steamy hot mouth.
Bobby thought his dick popped out another inch or two when
Mindy slid a finger up his ass!
Mindy pulled her face away from his prick and looked up at
the teenager, "I want you good and hard because I like it up the
ass. Have you ever fucked anyone up the ass, Bobby?"
Bobby groaned and pulled Mindy up by her armpits. As they
kissed passionately, Mindy rubbed her wet pussyslit up against
the boy's hard cock. They both fell back onto the bed and Mindy
rolled over on to her stomach, "Butt-fuck me, Bobby! Shove it up
my ass!"
*
Over an hour later, Bobby stumbled back down to the tent.
The party had cleared out considerably and there were only a few
clusters of people sitting around some tables. His parents and
sister were gone. Regina Stone was sitting at one table, between
her husband and her son-in-law. She smiled at Bobby as he turned
away from the bar with a beer. He smiled back and made his way
over to the table with Scott and a few other neighborhood
friends.
"Hey, bud, where the fuck you been?" Scott asked.
"Around. Being a good guest, checking out the Christmas
decorations."
"Yeah, sure."
"Truth."
Bobby gulped his beer and got another one. He was wiped
out. Fucking Regina had been a dream come true, but fucking
Mindy had been unbelievable. She was the most outrageous woman
he had ever been to bed with, and as far as he could tell, there
wasn't a single thing either one of them could think of that she
wasn't willing to do, and do enthusiastically. Who would believe
that it wasn't sexy, obvious, flamboyant Regina, but her quiet,
mousy daughter that could fuck the dead back to life!
What a night!
*
**********
Chapter 11
Saturday, December 24
*
Christmas Eve!
Amanda had intentionally saved some of her shopping for
Christmas Eve. She loved the excitement and the hustle-bustle of
that last frantic rush.
Bobby slept late and went into couch-potato mode in front of
the TV. There were a couple of small bowl games on and he could
always find a movie or two.
Robert, Sr., relaxed in front of the fire and reviewed his
portfolio as Laurie finished wrapping the last of the presents.
After a late lunch, all four of them worked together
preparing for an Anderson Christmas tradition. They laid out a
buffet, and by eight o'clock, friends, neighbors and relatives
were stopping by to share the holiday spirit before everyone went
off to Midnight Mass.
*
*
Sunday, December 25.
Christmas Day!
Laurie awoke first. She loved those first quiet moments on
Christmas morning. Soon, the rest of the family would be awake
and opening presents and all the anticipation would be over.
Before they knew it, Christmas would be over. But now, alone
with her coffee and the radio softly playing Christmas carols,
she sat and looked at the tree and the presents and savored the
moment and the mood.
"Mom?" It was Amanda on the steps.
"Merry Christmas, Dear! Go wake your father and brother."
Everyone agreed that Amanda had given the most thoughtful
gifts. She gave Bobby two boxed sets of CDs, Eric Clapton and
Pink Floyd, that he wanted but had never gotten around to buying.
Her father loved the meerschaum pipe she gave him. And Laurie
cried when she opened her package saw the beautiful blue silk
blouse that Amanda had picked out to match her mother's eyes.
They all wanted to know how she had managed to save enough money
to purchase such beautiful gifts.
All too soon the storm of wrapping paper subsided. The hugs
and kisses and thank-yous were done. The Andersons were dressed
and headed out to Church, again. Amanda was singing at the 11
o'clock Mass and the rest of the family went to hear her. After
church, they headed down to the soup kitchen to serve Christmas
dinner to the less fortunate and then clean up. It was a busy
day.
*
*
Not a creature was stirring...
Everyone had gone to bed early.
Amanda lay in bed and thought back over her Christmas. It
had been wonderful. She loved all of her gifts and was thrilled
that everyone liked the gifts she had gotten them.
She was tired, but still a little too keyed up to fall
asleep. She got out of bed and put her robe on and went
downstairs. The house was quiet, everyone else was asleep. She
filled a tall glass with ice and then filled the glass with Irish
Cream.
There was still a small fire glowing in the fireplace, and
the ashes were hot, so Amanda threw another two logs on the fire
and curled up on the sofa. Soon, the fire was warming her
outsides and her drink was warming her insides, and she began to
relax.
She finished the Irish Cream and poured another half-glass.
She was enjoying the heat and the quiet and the tree lights and
the booze. She liked the slight buzz she was feeling, too.
She shifted a little on the sofa, and as she did, her
nightshirt was pulled taut across her nipple.
[`Oooo, THAT felt good!' she thought and then giggled.]
As she held the glass in her left hand, she opened her robe
and casually brushed the fingers of her right hand over her right
nipple. She let out a tiny moan as she felt her nipple wrinkle
and harden.
[`I can't believe I'm still horny,' she thought, `but this
sure feels good!']
Amanda swallowed the rest of her drink and then placed both
hands over her breasts. They were firm and eager to be touched.
Her nipples were hard and were getting to that point that she
loved -- when she could be a little rough as she squeezed and
pinched them.
She wanted to come, There was no doubt about that, now.
She knew she should go to the privacy of her room, but she didn't
want to move. She strained her ears, listening, but the house
was quiet except for the flames popping and snapping. It was
sexy, and definitely very naughty to be doing it in the family
room with everyone home. In front of the fireplace was nice.
That warmth would feel nice on her skin.
With a quick movement, Amanda stood up, lowered her panties
and sat back down on the sofa. She pulled her nightshirt up
above her breasts and she was melting in pleasure from the heat
of the fireplace and her own hands. It felt so sexy sitting
there with her boobs and pussy naked and exposed.
She wanted to finger her clit, but she held back. She
didn't want to come quickly. She wanted to build up to it
slowly, thinking sexy thoughts and teasing her body with her
fingers.
She thought about yesterday, Christmas Eve, at the mall...
*
Amanda had Bobby drive her to the mall and drop her off.
She had told her mother that she was meeting friends there, but
she was lying.
Her first stop was the CD store. It was packed and the
Christmas music was blaring over the speakers. Douglas spotted
her as she approached the counter.
"Miss, those CDs you ordered came in. Please wait a
moment." He called one of the other clerks over to take his
place and walked out from behind the counter. He was twenty-six
years old and the assistant manager of the store. He was tall, a
bit over 6'3" and on the skinny side. He tried to be cool, but
he tried even harder to impress his bosses, so he always wore a
suit and a tie.
As he approached Amanda, he pointed to the backroom door.
"Hi, Amanda. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show
up, today." He liked young girls and used his ability to pass
out CDs and cassettes to get on their friendly side every chance
he could.
"I told you I'd be in, Douglas. The CDs are a present."
"Sure. Well, come on in the back."
They stepped into the storeroom and Douglas shut the door
behind them. There was a table set up with cold cuts and rolls
and cookies. On the shelves were bottles of scotch and bourbon
and vodka.
"Having a little party, back here, Douglas?"
"Sure. The boss treated to drinks and food. I can't be
away from the front for long, so let's get right to it, Amanda."
Amanda grinned at Douglas, "Did anyone ever tell you how
romantic you are?"
"Cut the crap. Let's do it." He opened his pants and
lowered his zipper. He was already hard.
Amanda stepped close and curled her fingers around his
shaft. "Kiss me, Douglas. I want to be kissed."
Douglas had fucked a lot of teenage girls, but none of them
had been as beautiful or as accomplished as Amanda Anderson.
Since August, he had been giving her CDs and his hard cock on a
weekly basis, and she had been giving him the best sex he ever
had.
They kissed and Douglas's hands found their way to Amanda's
breasts. She was wearing a vest over a soft turtleneck top.
Under the top was only her tits. Her hard nipples were easy to
find and Douglas began pulling at them.
"C'mon, Amanda. It's got to be quick, today!"
They separated and Douglas sat down on a small desk chair.
Amanda lifted her denim miniskirt and lowered her tiny panties
and straddled Douglas on the chair. Within seconds, Douglas's
dick was buried to the hilt up Amanda's tight little pussy.
"C'mon, now, and fuck me, Amanda. Give it to me good!" He
smiled as he looked at the girl. She was bouncing up and down on
his cock. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was breathing
hard through her mouth -- moaning and groaning. The bitch truly
loved fucking!
As much as he was enjoying it, Douglas felt himself boiling
up to blast-off point. And then he was over the top, pulling
Amanda down hard on his lap and lifting her by her waist, pumping
his cum deep inside her.
He was just about finished coming when...
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
It was the store owner.
Peter Abruzzi was thirty-eight, married with four kids, and
ran three stores. He was short and bulky, like an old time
runningback. He was a tough businessman and a bastard to work
for.
Douglas pushed Amanda off his lap and she fell to the floor.
She landed there with her skirt up to her waist and her pretty
legs spread wide open, flashing an open, wet beaver at the
intruder. She quickly stood up as Douglas was zipping up.
"Ah... Mr. Abruzzi... Ah... I can explain!"
"No you can't, Douglas." He hooked his thumb at the door.
"Get back out on the floor. Now!"
When he was gone, Abruzzi looked at the gorgeous teenager
standing in front of him. She had paled considerably in the last
minute or so and was obviously scared.
"So, tell me. What was he givin' you for lettin' him bone
you?"
Amanda was going to lie and say `nothing' but she quickly
decided that the truth didn't matter. "A boxed set of Eric
Clapton CDs."
"A boxed set, eh? You that good?"
"He says I am."
"S'at so? Well, how about this, little girlie? I get to
see for myself how good you are?"
Amanda didn't say anything, but shook her head.
"No? Well, how about I make this clear? You walk with me
through that door and we go to Mall Security and call the county
cops, or you walk over here and unzip me."
Amanda walked over to the owner and knelt. She reached up
and pulled his zipper down. She reached inside the opening and
found his cock, feeling it growing hard in her hand.
"Taste it, bitch."
Amanda leaned forward and took his hardness into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the smooth, pink tip and it no
longer mattered whose cock it was. She loved the way penises
felt. She loved the smoothness and the firmness and how warm
they were.
Abruzzi was enjoying the blow-job, but he wanted a piece of
this young pussy. "Stand up. Walk over to the chair and bend
over."
Amanda did as she was told and pulled her skirt up to her
waist without being told.
Abruzzi stepped behind the teenager and began pushing his
cock between her pink pussylips. She was tight and the owner was
afraid he was going to cum even before he got it all the way in
her!
He didn't last much longer than his first deep thrust. The
kid matched his rhythm and before he could blink, he was spewing
his goo into the little slut's pussy.
"Whew! What a fuck! Douglas is right, you are good."
Amanda was blushing wildly as she stepped and wiggled into
her panties and lowered her skirt. "Can I keep the CDs, mister?"
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sure. Here," he said as he reached to a
shelf, "take another one, too. You like Pink Floyd?"
"Yeah, sure. Thank you."
Peter Abruzzi was sitting in the chair, still catching his
breath and fixing a drink as Amanda placed the new set into her
bag and reached for the doorknob.
"Well, thanks again. And... and Merry Christmas."
Abruzzi looked up and stared as the beautiful teenager waved
and walked out of the store room.
*
In front of the fireplace, Amanda let her finger trail down
over her smooth stomach and through her pussy hair. Slowly, oh
so slowly, she pressed her index finger between her pussylips and
grazed it across her hard little clit.
"OH!"
Sensitive. Very sensitive. She decided not to touch her
clit again for a while if she wanted to last a little longer. Go
slow. She was looking forward to a great come. She was relaxed
and warm and buzzed. Her body was very sensitive, and she had
sexy thoughts to think...
*
Amanda found Snake and Spider at the fountain in the center
of the mall. She giggled to herself at their silly nicknames.
Snake was really Brandon and Spider was Jason, but they insisted
on their friends using their nicknames. Especially when they
were decked out in their skateboard "uniforms" the way they were
whenever they weren't in school -- baggy jeans, old converses,
long t-shirts and earrings and fake (at least Amanda thought they
were fake) tatoos.
"Hey" Spider said. Snake nodded.
"Hey." Amanda had run into the two guys at parties. They
were both freshmen in high school and were inseparable.
"What's up?"
"Just shopping. I saw a pipe I'd like for my father, but I
can't afford it."
"Tough."
"Yeah. I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
Amanda had a feeling they knew what she was going to ask
them, but they weren't volunteering anything. "Yeah. I was
wondering, like, if we could work out some kind of trade. I
really want that pipe."
"What ya got to trade?" It was the first thing Snake had
said, so Amanda knew he was interested.
Amanda looked down at her feet, acting coy. "You know."
"When? Where?" Spider asked.
Amanda looked up at him, "Now? Here?"
"Deal!" That was Snake.
In the tobacco store, everything went smoothly. The clerk
was weighing tobacco for Amanda and had his back to the store.
Snake came rolling in and went right to the cigar humidor room
and opened the door. The owner stepped quickly after him,
telling him to shut the door. Spider popped into the store,
Amanda pointed at the pipe in its nice little box and everything
disappeared under Spider's shirt before he popped out of the
store, again.
They met in the utility access hall, outside the restrooms.
Spider gave Amanda her package and Snake checked the men's
room and signaled with his head for them to follow.
The three teenagers went to the last stall and closed the
door after them.
It was crowded and clumsy, and they all got the giggles
every time they heard someone come in and use the facilities, but
it was fun and didn't take all that long to complete their
business.
The real joke occurred when they were done. They opened the
stall door and there was an older man standing at the mirror,
combing his hair. They walked across the room, staring straight
ahead at the door. They knew the man was watching them in the
mirror. They finally reached the door and ran down the hall,
laughing hysterically.
*
Amanda was now on the floor with her back against the sofa.
She was closer to the fire and it was almost too hot on her skin,
but it still felt so good. Her skin was dry and warm, a lot like
when she sunbathes. A lot like when she was sunbathing last
summer at the Miller's pool...
*
Marian Miller was away again. She worked for a publisher
and this summer she was travelling with some authors on a long
sales trip.
Rasheed and Yolanda were playing in the shallow end. Amanda
was on a chaise watching them when Ron opened the back door of
the house.
"Daddy's home!"
Both kids squealed and ran to him. After hugging and
lifting the kids, Ron waved to Amanda.
"Hi, Mr. Miller. I have dinner ready, if you feel like
pasta salad and grilled chicken."
"Sounds great, Amanda. Will you join us?"
"Yeah, stay, Amanda!" yelled Rasheed. He knew if she
stayed, he'd get a book or two read to him before bed.
"Well, okay, if you don't mind." This was becoming a habit.
Amanda had been babysitting for the Millers for almost a year,
but with Marian's travelling, it was a fulltime job this summer.
Now, for the last week, Amanda would have dinner ready for Ron
and the kids and he would invite her to stay. They would do the
dishes together and together they would put the kids to bed, and
then Amanda would walk home. She felt herself becoming closer to
the three of them, like being a part of their family. Marian was
some abstract being that lived somewhere out over the phone
lines.
Ron, on the other hand, was very much there. He was
good-looking and funny. He was very sweet with his children, and
was always a gentleman around Amanda. At the same time, Amanda
got the impression he found her attractive. She often caught him
staring at her in her bathing suit or shorts. She also found him
attractive. His skin was smooth looking and the color of coffee
with cream in it. He had a thin moustache that she liked. In a
bathingsuit it was obvious he worked out. But he didn't bulge
like a gym-rat. He was bulked, but hard and smooth. His torso
tapered from broad shoulders down to a flat stomach and trim
hips.
Then one night, Ron opened a bottle of wine and kept
Amanda's glass full during dinner. After they got the kids in
bed, he invited her to stay for coffee, telling her he was tired
of sitting by himself until bedtime. With the coffee, he served
her a Tia Marie mist, and she loved it.
He refilled her coffee and drink and put a movie in the VCR.
They both sat on the sofa watching "Sleepless In Seattle."
Before the movie ended, they were in each other's arms, kissing
passionately.
At that time, Amanda was a virgin. She had made-out with
boys when the lights went out at parties, but nothing more
serious than that. But this... This was Romance and she was
ready to be swept up in its embrace.
Ron stood up and lifted Amanda into his arms. Oh, god, her
heart melted! They kissed as he walked down the hall and into
his bedroom. He lay her down on the big bed and began to
undress. Amanda was in a one-piece bathingsuit and beach wrap,
which she quickly shed.
Ron moved beside her and caressed her budding breasts. It
was the first time anyone besides herself had seen them naked and
touched them. She tingled to his soft, gentle touch. Her
breathing quickened. He moved his face over one of her breasts
and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. His free hand glided
down her body to her pussy. She felt his fingers spreading her
lips down there and touching her clitoris, she trembled with so
much pleasure, she thought she was going to scream and cry and
wet herself all at the same time. She couldn't breathe. She
couldn't stand his touch, anymore, but she knew she'd die if he
stopped.
It was her first orgasm.
When she was able to breathe again, she smiled at Ron and
hugged him, "Wow! Thank you!"
Ron smiled back and rolled onto his back. His cock looked
huge to Amanda, but even she had to admit that she wasn't an
expert at the time.
He cradled her head on his shoulder and guided her hand down
to his erection.
She was shocked when she touched him. She didn't know what
to expect, but what it felt like was a surprise. It was warm and
soft. But firm and hard. It was dry and the skin slid up and
down on the shaft. The tip was so smooth and the flesh under the
round head was so soft. His hair was tight and curly, and
covered the sac of balls. She loved it!
She felt his hand on the back of her head and she knew what
he wanted. She and Amber and Heather had often talked about sex
and how to do it. The three of them had agreed that they would
never put a penis in their mouths -- not the thing boys pee with!
But here she was, eagerly and curiously moving her mouth to do
exactly that!
She licked it. She sucked it. She kissed it. She made it
wet with her saliva. And Ron seemed to be enjoying everything
she was doing.
Finally, Ron pulled her face away from his prick and she
knew what was next. It was the next logical step and she wanted
it. She knew at that moment that she loved this beautiful man.
Ron reached over to the night table and squeezed something
clear out of a tube and spread it over the head of his penis.
Then he knelt between Amanda's wide-open legs.
"Is this your first time?"
Embarrassed, Amanda nodded.
"If it hurts, it will only hurt for a second and then it
will feel good. Okay? Do you trust me, Amanda?"
Again, she nodded.
But it didn't hurt. Maybe it was horseback riding, or her
gymnastics or the other sports she played, but there was
definitely no pain.
Amanda knew she was addicted to what they were doing from
the second that his penis head spread her pussylips and plunged
into her. She had never felt anything like it! The pleasure of
feeling so spread, so filled and all her nerves down there
sending pleasure messages to her brain. She knew she never
wanted to stop fucking Ron Miller.
And fuck him she did. All summer. The day after that first
time Amanda went to the clinic and started on the pill. Ron used
condoms until it was safe.
As soon as the kids were in bed, so were they. Marian would
come home for a day or two and they would stop, barely able to
keep their hands off each other. Then she would leave and Ron
and Amanda would get right back to it. He showed her what he
liked and what positions he wanted. He loved fucking
doggie-style and having his dick sucked, but he never went down
on her. She asked him once, late in the summer, and all he said
was that he didn't do that. It didn't really matter all that
much to her.
When the end of the summer approached, Amanda began to
wonder what was going to happen. As unlikely as their situation
looked because of their ages, Amanda had told Ron that she loved
him and she had shown him she could handle the house -- cooking
and cleaning and raising the children. He had to know she wasn't
doing it for the lousy five dollars an hour they were paying her.
But Marian returned, and Ron didn't say anything to Amanda
other than "thanks for your help with the kids."
Her heart was broken.
But it didn't take long to find out that Ron was not the
only man in the world. Weekend parties offered Amanda her choice
of boys -- and she exercised that choice.
*
Now, almost naked before the dying fire, Amanda spread her
pussylips with her fingers and with her other hand inserted three
fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb.
She was thinking of the date she had had with a boy named Philip.
Philip was only visiting for the weekend and he had begged --
actually begged! -- Amanda to let him eat her. It had been her
pleasure!
Just like now!
She was losing control. She was about to come. She knew
she was going to scream so she bit a mouthful of her robe and
nightshirt.
She was coming! Oh, GOD! How she was coming! Her whole
body, her whole mind was coming! She was lost to the world. She
was going to scream, to faint, to cry.
OH, GOD, WHAT A COME!
It went on and on and on. It was the come she had wanted.
Long and intense and deep. Oh, god!
She lay there and spit the cloth from her mouth and replaced
it with a silly grin. Oh, that was GOOD!
It would be perfect if she could feel a big, fat, hard cock
sliding into her wet pussy, deeper and harder than her fingers
had been. Oh, she'd love to be getting fucked right now!
And she's laying there on the floor, with her nightshirt
rolled up to her neck, her legs spread wide. The mantle clock
softly chimes midnight. Christmas is over.
Amanda hears a quiet noise at the doorway. She looks up.
She doesn't move. She smiles.
"Hello, big brother..."
*+*+*+*+ THE END +*+*+*+*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
So, that was Christmas, 1994 for the Andersons. What will
Christmas, 1995, be like? Who can guess, after the randy year
they had!
After what happened in the family room? And after their
drunken New Year's Eve, when Bobby really DID kiss his mother at
midnight? After that family ski trip? After living so closely
together in that Winnabago for four weeks in the Summer? After
that tearful farewell party for Bobby as he returned to college
in the Fall?
Was Laurie swept up into office politics at corporate? Was
she sexually harassed? Did she find out what it would take to
get that next promotion? Did the Agro brothers ever get another
double-header with her?
How often did Amanda go "shopping?" Did she "babysit" for
the Millers, again?
Did Robert, Sr. get the state contract? Did he tire of
Shelly's tits?
Did Bobby wear out his welcome at the Stone's? Did little
Heather confess ALL of her naughty sins to Father Sean? How did
Amanda's basketball team do -- and did Coach Shuler make-out
okay? Did the Coach ever get to go one-on-one with little
Amanda? Did Sherman ever recover from his Christmas blow-job?
Was Father Sean able to contain his growing lusts, or did he give
in to them like so many other perverted priests?
1995 -- What a year it was!
*
* * * * * * THE END * * * * * *
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