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A Little Christmas Cheer
by Donovan Edwards
Part 1
"Huh? . . . No, it's great, Kate" I lied. Actually, the dry crap
in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that
had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and
runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim's house for the
obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I
wasn't a permanent employee. I was doing some consulting for the
office and consequently spent much time there. I had heard too many
horror stories about horribly boring conversations, devil-children,
and the infamous 'Shitty' turkey to be looking forward to this
gathering, and as expected, I would have had a much better time at
home.
After two grueling hours, I had filled up on EGGNOG and was
looking for a way out. Not wanting to be the first to leave, I
devised a plan: Leave ten minutes after the second person or group
leaves. Sounded good enough. After the meal, I lolled around for a
bit, sipping my Nog and feeling quite relaxed. I took pleasure in
jumping from one conversational circle to another. I have a special
way of bullshitting my way through pseudo-conversations and getting
quite a thrill out of making fun of everyone else. That's my
specialty.
Creative visualization is also my specialty. for the previous
four months, the only pussy I'd gotten was Rosey Palmer and her five
sisters, and that was often, very often. Sometimes I'd whack off five
times per day just to keep the hard-on down. If I went a few days
without snapping my carrots, my pork sword would be in a permanent
state of stiffness and my balls would swell to the size of ripe
California Plums and hurt like hell. Soon, I became a master at mental
masturbation. When I was relaxed enough, I could blow a hefty load
without even touching myself! This kept my dick from being raw all of
the fucking time and stopped the hair from growing on my palms.
As the EGGNOG began to affect everyone, the conversation turned
from work-blah-blah-blah, to shit that I actually LIKED to talk about:
Computers, Music, Travel and other junk. I sat on the sofa and
mentally fucked my female co-workers and my male co-workers' wives. I
even porked Jim's wife while his 11-year old daughter licked my
nutbag.
I sighed heavily as I dreamed of dumping a wad of goo in her 45
year old snatch. I even boldly lifted his daughter's little party
dress and sniffed her pre-pubescent cooz. Damn it smelled good! Like
honey!
Needless to say, by the time my co-worker Virginia and her
dorkmeiser husband left, I was a huge ball of horniness. All of my
fantasies had been rudely invaded by reality. Now, all I had to do is
wait for the next person to leave and in ten more minutes, I could
jump in my car and pull my dork all the way home. ( I was a master at
that as well. I can pull it in city traffic, or going Mach 1 on the
highway. Sometimes my cum makes the steering wheel kinda slippery, but
it's well worth it.)
I watched Virginia walk out the door. Her attributes, or lack
of, intrigued me. You see, Virginia is skinny. Very skinny. In
fact, sometimes I'd watch her at the office and would compare her to a
walking bag of bones. Her breasts were non-existent, and her body
was, for lack of a better description, a straight line. No hips, no
discernible waistline, and I'm still puzzled by the lack of breasts.
When I fantasized about fucking her, I put her knees to her chest and
pounded her hard until her back snapped like a twig.
1 Down, 1 Plus 10 minutes to go. I was putting odds on who would
leave next. Obviously, it would be Beth. She was hanging all over
her 'roommate' Keith. For as long as I could remember, she's been
telling everyone that her and Keith share a plutonic relationship and
are just friends. I knew she was bullshitting from day one. As far as
I know, neither of them have had a date since he moved in, so
obviously, he's getting his heat from somewhere. Beth isn't that bad
looking. If you looked at her from a distance, you could say that
she's beautiful. But once you approach, the lines in her face betray
her age, which I guess to be around 35. Still, she has an OK set of
hips and handfuls of flesh on her chest that pass as boobs. For some
reason, when I thought of fucking her, she was always leaning over,
typing something. The squishing sounds of my dong being drowned out by
her clanging 90wpm on the computer. Pretty strange, huh?
Gone, I watched her hang on to Keith as they both left. I looked
at my watch, rotated the bezel, and waited for the ten minutes to
pass.
"What's the matter . . . time to go?" asked Linda. With me
mentally fucking every female in sight, I didn't even take notice of
her sitting in the chair directly in front of me.
"Yeah" I muttered "if I can only remember how to get out of
here". I was expressing a genuine concern. Jim's neighborhood was,
of course, a model of modern suburbia: Every house is identical, the
streets are all generically named after trees, Maple, Oak, Pine, etc.
"The trick is to remember the Christmas decorations as you come
in." she replied. For most of the night, or most of the previous
months, I had completely ignored Linda. We were complete opposites
and when we conflicted in the office, all hell broke loose. She was
my major obstacle when it came to ordering a computer system that I
thought the office needed and I resented her for it. It would have
been genuinely good for the office and the consulting fees to me would
have kept me in pizza and porno videos for a good long time. We were
both stubborn and pigheaded, but I was rational when it came to
arguments and silent in my revenge, so it always appeared as if she
was a raving lunatic. She always hated me for being able to argue
without raising my voice or getting hysterical. "I don't know how I'm
getting home. I guess I'll walk."
"Walk?" I said, not really knowing where she lived. "It's
pretty cold out there. How'd you get here?"
"Beth and Keith, but I guess they wanted to be alone". Jeesh, I
was actually beginning to feel sorry for Linda. As she blabbed on
about Christmas this or that, I really began to think about it. Of
all of the people in the world, she's quite possibly the only one that
I genuinely do not like. Don't get me wrong, we'd be civil to each
other when necessary, but when we conflicted, run for fucking cover.
Which made me wonder why we seemed to be making small talk now. What
I said next shocked me:
"Where do you live? I could give you a ride". I wished that I
could pull the words back in my gullet but it was too late. The offer
was made. Then there was the awkward silence that seemed to last for
hours. I stared her right in the eye and didn't show any signs of the
absolute horror that I felt. Surely the moment she got in my car we
would begin to argue. Why couldn't she call her husband? She WAS
married. With three kids in fact. What an asshole I am!
She leaned forward and whispered. "Sure . . . if we can leave
right now." I was looking to detect something in her eyes. Maybe an
ulterior motive or some kind of revenge plan, but I saw genuine
sincerity, so I quickly gulped down the rest of my Nog and stumbled to
get off of the sofa. I wasn't drunk, but I was a bit 'affected'. I
did my absolute best not to show it. Getting cocked at a client's
house is not exactly a good career move.
As we both said our final good-byes, needless to say, people were
more than a bit shocked to see us leaving together and acting quite
civil towards each other. Jim, couldn't pick up his jaw from the
floor. I was feeling more than a bit loose, so I wished Merry
Christmas and Joyeaux No‰l all around and left with Linda. I was
right. It was cold, but at least it wasn't snowing. I love snow to
fuck around in, but hate to drive in it. As I fumbled through my
pockets for my keys, I looked around and marvelled at the Christmas
lights and decorations.
"Yeah, they do know how to overdo it, don't they?" Linda said.
for a brief moment, I'd forgotten she was there. "Look at this one
over here". She walked out ahead of me and was admiring a decoration
scene, while I was admiring her. She had on an oversized sweater and
a pair of simple black jeans, but incredibly, she didn't have a
jacket. She always wore oversized tops. You couldn't really get a
good gander at what her boobs were shaped like because she always wore
something big and floppy and pulled at it constantly. The jeans,
however, were a complete contrast. They hugged her ass like a second
skin, an ass that can only be described as bulbous. Linda wasn't fat,
but I suppose 3 kids would make even Ms. Olympia a bit on the chunky,
Rubenesque side. Her last child was born less than a year before. I
couldn't really recall when. I started the consulting job while she
was on maternity leave and I guess the process of getting such a big
project done with her not there made her a little irritated.
As the Triple X-rated movie reels in my head began to turn, I
stopped myself. What was I doing? I hadn't fantasized about Linda
since I really got to know what a bitch she is! It's not that she
wasn't attractive to me. On the contrary, she had attributes that get
my balls churning instantly: She's a true redhead, she's got a set of
hips that you can hold on to, and she had just had a child. (Pregnant
women and new mothers are very sexy. I secretly wished that I could
watch her breast-feed her child).
I stepped up beside her finally finding my keys and looked at the
house that she was admiring. It was a gaudy masterpiece mixture of
the classic nativity scene and the modern Santa Claus theme. There
were thousands of lights on the house itself and lining the driveway
and walkways as well.
"A bit overdone for my taste." I said, getting into my car.
Being the absolute gentleman that I am, I got in first and cranked it
up while she waited. Then I unlocked her door from the inside (What a
guy!) "Where to?" I sighed, trying not to sound as lit as I really
was.
"The first left then first right will get you onto Pleasant
street. I live at 37 Stuart." 'Maybe this wont be so bad' I thought
to myself. Stuart is only a few minutes away. Surely we couldn't
come to blows in a short few minutes. As I winded my way towards
Pleasant, the silence was absolutely deafening. I wanted to say
something, or turn on the radio or something, but most of all, I
wanted this long, strange trip to end.
Finally, I turned onto Stuart and spied her house. It looked
kind of empty, which made me wonder where her husband and kids where.
I stopped the car and didn't even bother to take it out of gear, then
I waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. Silence. She wouldn't
say anything, she wouldn't get out, as far as I knew, she was dead
because I couldn't hear her breathing. Then I turned to look at her.
SHE WAS ASLEEP! She was kind of slumped over, her head against the
window, a mass of red hair covering her face. I leaned forward to try
to obtain some sort of outline of her breasts, but to no avail. It was
too dark, and even if it wasn't, the sweater was too thick and
oversized.
I put the Olds in park and shut it off. The sudden engine
silence along with the eery feeling that someone was looking at her
woke her from her light slumber. She looked around confused, then
opened the door abruptly and got out without saying a word. With
that, I started the car, turned on the radio and fished around my
glove compartment for some proper tunage. After finding Zeppelin IV
and popping it in, I was ready to head out, but Linda wasn't even to
her walkway yet, so I decided to be at least halfway decent and wait
to see her through her door safely. As she reached her steps, she
dropped her purse, giving me a few more fleeting glimpses of her ass
and wide hips as she bent to retrieve it. Instead of walking up her
steps, she pivoted and turned around, returning towards me. I looked
in the passenger seat as if checking to see if she had left something
behind. Nothing. She walked right up to the window on my side and
leaned over to speak. I slid the window down to that electronic
humming sound that I love so much.
"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" She asked
feebly. 'Oh jeesh, what in the world could have entered her mind from
the time she got out of my car to the time she dropped her purse?' I
shut the car off in silent reply. I spied the neighborhood and
decided that it was safe enough to leave my keys in the ignition and
the door unlocked. After all, it was quite dark, quite cold, and
quite late. I followed Linda up the walkway wondering if this was a
wise decision. We had managed to be civil to each other all night.
Why was I pushing my luck? Her house showed no signs of life inside,
which surprised me more than a little. The house itself was nothing
impressive: Single level, semi-modern petite style. Adequate
distance between neighboring dwellings. Good use of landscaping and
shrubbery. I calculated it to be worth about $ 90,000 in the current
depressed market. As she unlocked her door and went in ahead of me, I
tried to recall anything and everything that I'd heard her say,
compiling months of conversations, gossip, and inuendo into a nice
background file on her: Linda Taylor-31, Husband, Randy-31,
Assembly-line worker. Kids - Jessica-10, Jodi-2, and Bobby was less
than a year old. Education - Trade school for secretarial skills, no
formal post-secondary education. I was prepared for anything she
threw at me, or was I?
The house was dark. I was surprised at the pleasant odor
emanating from it. For some reason, I assumed that her house smelled
like chicken soup or something. She turned on the lights and told me
to have a seat. The living room was clean and brightly decorated with
bric-a-brac and several figurines here and there. It wasn't overly
impressive, but it did add a spice of decorative class. I admired her
for that. She was in the kitchen area, which sounded to be a great
distance away from the main living room. Within a few minutes, she
returned with a platter containing two huge cups of joe, a bowl of
sugar and a container full of what I correctly assumed to be cream.
"Thank you." I said, as she handed me my coffee. "Randy? Is he
here?" I inquired. "I wouldn't want to wake him up or anything."
"He's at work. He's on the third shift this month." she said
matter of factly. I looked around, thinking of where her kids might
be, surely she didn't leave them here alone while she was out.
"They're at my mothers'" she blurted out, reading my mind. "I didn't
know how late I'd be at Jim's so I told them to stay the night.
They're OK. She baby-sits them everyday." Well, that solved a great
mystery. She seemed comfortable with it, but I needed a little more
reassurance. "It's OK, I don't bite" she laughed. "I know we haven't
had the best working relationship, but that's because we're both
stubborn and we like to get our own way and when that happens, you're
going to have conflicts."
She made a great deal of sense and from that moment on, I felt
much more comfortable. I even took my jacket off as we made fun of
people at the office and gossiped endlessly about this ones sex life
and that ones husband. We even found that we shared the same taste in
music. She popped in a Pink Floyd CD and we jammed out for a while,
sipping our java and chatting like old friends. I wasn't surprised at
how close we had gotten on the sofa. We'd inch forward and whisper
little gossip tidbits to each other as if others could be listening,
until our thighs were rubbing.
*
The coffee was long gone, and the CD was on its fourth go round,
so I decided to head home.
"Can't believe it's so late." I said without looking at my
watch. I slid forward on the sofa to maximize the contact between our
thighs, hoping to further fuel the fires of my masturbatory fantasies.
I placed my hand on the back of the sofa for leverage. Quickly, she
placed her hand on my thigh and held it firmly.
"You don't really have to leave now . . . do you? We were just
getting to know one another." Wild shit started running through my
head. Her touch was burning me. My prick went from flaccid and
floppy to purple and promising within the span of 1.5 seconds. In
response, I slowly slid my hand from the sofa to her face. I caressed
her flesh very gently as we both leaned forward blindly. Our lips
found each other, slowly and gently at first, then with a passionate
yearning.
Our tongues intertwined in the age-old French dance of foreplay.
The heat generated by our bodies was almost overwhelming. I found it
difficult to breath, but we remained joined, breaking only to kiss her
cheek and nose and neck. Her cream colored neck was flawless and
without a single wrinkle. As my nose nuzzled the base of her throat,
I detected a hot, musky odor: The smell of lust reeking from her every
pore. For the first time, I saw this person with whom I had a working
relationship, whom before tonight I didn't like or respect, vulnerable
and ready for the pleasures of a deep-plunging cock. I felt the heat
rush to my cheeks and almost swooned with the feeling that rode
through my entire body.
Wordlessly, I reached out and began to fondle one rounded knee,
letting my hand revel in the feel of the tight denim covering the
flesh just under the surface. Then I ran my hand up the trembling
flesh of her inner thigh, hesitating at the apex of her jeans to
diddle my fingers at the crossroads of her seams. Linda shuddered at
my touch. She was so soft, so incredibly soft.
We moaned in unison, our tongues vibrating against one another.
She offered no resistance as I slid my hand from her crotch slowly up
the bulging flesh of her belly and on to her right breast. I waited
for an objection, but there was none. 'Surely I latched onto the wrong
thing' I immediately thought to myself. The object that I held in my
hand could not have possible been Linda's boob. It was huge and
jug-like, and very soft to the touch. It was very hard to tell
through the thickness of her sweater. Again, she read my mind. She
pulled back and we momentarily broke from our embrace. Her face was
flushed and the sweat had beaded on her forehead as I'm sure it had
done on mine. Without saying a word she pulled the sweater over her
head. I had my first view of her bra and tits. The bra was pale blue
and silky in texture. It barely held the twin masses of white flesh
that sprung from her chest. Her belly was a joyous collection of
fleshy rolls that longed to be tongued. It was so smooth, so white, so
silky that it was almost unbelievable.
I reached out to embrace her, reached upward, behind her back,
and undid the catch of her brassiere and pulled it away, passing the
loops along her arms and out over her hands. Her tits were
incredible. As she wavered on the sofa, it seemed that they had lives
of their own and did not belong to the rest of her body. Widely
separated, they hung from her chest in sloping, curving flesh that
reached a crescendo in two huge reddish nipples, each surrounded by
big pink coronas. They were perfectly formed bitch udders, made for
seeing, handling, and sucking. My mouth watered just from looking at
them.
She reached forward and pulled my shirt and T-shirt over my head,
her fingers lingering on my hairless chest, tentatively at first, then
more boldly. Her fingers caressing my shoulders, then my nipples. Her
touch was electrifying. I grabbed her gently by the arm and leaned
back, pulling her towards me, on top of me. I hugged her tightly,
seeking her lips with my own. Her body was completely on top of mine.
Her chest pressed into me, the moistness forming between us. She
silently slid her hand between us and cupped my cock and balls through
my slacks. I whimpered slightly at her touch, her hand outlining my
dong, squeezing it, measuring it. I felt the puddles of sweat that
had quickly formed between us. I reached to fondle her breast and was
more surprised at the amount of sweat that she had on her. I broke
our embrace to look down between us. What the?!?!? It wasn't sweat
at all: It was MILK, BREAST MILK!
"I'm so sorry . . . " Linda said apologetically. "I breast-feed
Bobby pretty regularly." My cock nearly exploded with the revelation.
I couldn't believe it. I squeezed her boob and watched in awe as the
pearly white substance squirted from around her nipple and splashed
upon my chest. One of my lifelong fantasies was about to come true. I
grabbed her by her wide hips and slid her upwards so that her breasts
were directly above my face. I slid one hot nipple into my mouth and
then the other, alternating breasts. My dick strained unbelievably
against my trousers, but he would definitely have to wait. I wrapped
both hands around her right boob and opened my mouth to await the
fountains of mother's milk that were sure to come. I squeezed, gently
at first, then harder and more forcefully. The milk squirted into my
mouth and slid down my throat in an ecstasy of sweet tasting nectar
that was absolutely indescribable. I sucked and suckled like a little
baby, taking my time to enjoy the sweetness. I was so wrapped up in
my own milky desires, that I was completely unaware that Linda was
quaking and shuddering her way through her first orgasm. She let out
a small shriek and collapsed on top of me, my mouth maintaining its'
gentle suction.
After drinking my fill from both of her generous jugs, I made a
decision. On this night, I will give this woman THE BEST fuck session
that she has ever had or will ever have in her entire lifetime. This
would be in repayment for offering me her sweet treats.
Without hesitating, I reached between us and unsnapped her jeans.
I felt her gutflesh give way and overflow, breaking free from their
tight, denim prison. I tried to peel them down over her hips and ass,
but to no avail. I was going to need help with this one. She got to
her feet and unzipped the jeans completely. As she bent over to pull
them down, her breasts hung from her chest like to twin beehives
swinging in the warm summer breeze. I reached out to touch them for a
brief moment. They felt smooth under my fingers. When Linda stood
upright, I could see . . . HEAVEN! Her crotch was a mass of red cunt
hair! Long, stringy strands of pubes escaped her panties and poked
freely into the air. Her panties were a match set to her bra and were
soaked through. This added to the wonderful view I was getting of her
fiery forest. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them in
one motion and stood completely naked before me. What glorious flesh!
Unmarred, and creamy looking.
"How do I look?" she asked meekly.
"Good enough to eat." I replied. To prove it, I grabbed her leg
and swung it over my head so that her right leg was on the floor and
her left was on the side of my head. I slowly kissed her inner thigh
and was intrigued at the suspended smooth flesh. She leaned forward,
hanging her breasts over the edge of the sofa. At first, it was
difficult to breathe, but I inched down on the sofa and found a sweet
spot. I darted my tongue out and licked at her entire dense red bush.
The smell was incredible: A mixture of breast milk, sweat, cunt juice,
and lust, lots and lots of lust.
I traced my tongue along her thick cuntlips, occasionally
stopping at her protruding clitoris and sucking it like a nipple. This
slow tease made Linda mad with humplust. She began to grind her pussy
into my face in search of release. I eased my middle finger into her
pussy up to the first knuckle, no more than an inch, and began to
slide it up and down. Linda wanted it in her. She slid back in hopes
of impaling herself on my finger but I didn't allow her. I was going
to make this one last and make it count.
Just when she was on the verge of begging for an orgasmic
release, I pushed her over the edge. I shoved two fingers into her
sopping wet cunny and simultaneously munched on her swollen clit until
she screamed in a double clitoral/vaginal orgasm that shook the entire
sofa, and maybe the entire house. Her juices shot out of her quim,
sprayed my hand and splashed upon my chin and throat. I sucked as
much of the honeysweet liquor as I could, lapping her entire crotch
like a dog.
We were both motionless for the next two or three minutes.
Catching our breath and returning to the realities of the normal
world. I lovingly caressed her asscheeks and her hips. I couldn't
get enough of her smooth flesh and her gentle bulges.
She got off of me and stood up in one fluid motion, taking my
hand and standing me up. She pulled me close and grasped my asscheeks
as our lips met. Linda was as tall as I was, so our alignment was no
problem. I grabbed her fleshy cheeks and ground her mound into my
crotch. She breathed heavily into my shoulder as she hungrily humped
the lump in my pants, rubbing her clit across the raised seam. Her
actions became more frantic as she balanced herself on one leg and
hooked the other around my ass to increase the friction on her pussy.
I held on to her as she squirmed, twisted and turned her way through
another quivering orgasm. She muffled her squeaks in my chest and
nearly collapsed in my arms.
She held her head against my shoulder and caressed my arms as we
stood and embraced like lovers. She gently took my hand and led me
away from the sofa, and down a long hallway. As she trotted ahead of
me, I could really get an excellent look at her body. A flawless
picture of creamy white flesh that looks as if it were made to be
tongued by me and me alone. We walked past what I believed to be the
kitchen and then a bathroom and some closed doors that I assumed were
her kids rooms. At the end of the hall, she opened the door and
beckoned me in.
When the door closed behind us and we were enveloped by the warm
semi-darkness of her bedroom, we remained silent. She stood before
me, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders. I was breathing hard
and fast. She unsnapped my pants, and slid them down to my ankles.
As I stepped out of them, she cooed at the sight of my dong poking
through my boxer shorts. Swaying rigidly like an untiring soldier.
She pulled down my boxers and lightly gripped my rod, pulling me
gently towards the medium sized bed.
She turned on a small lamp beside the bed and sat down, pulling
me closer. As I stood in front of her, she looked like I had never
seen her before: Vulnerable and in need of affection. I ran my
fingers through her long red hair and softly touched her cheek. She
leaned forward and nuzzled my pubic hairs with her nose, my cock
rubbing her cheek and poking her hair. She flicked her tongue and
licked the base of my cock. I trembled at the immense pleasure she
was giving me. Then, in one motion, she slid my entire cock in her
mouth and started a combination of sucking and humming that was
driving me absolutely insane. She repeatedly slid my thick cock into
her gasping mouth, sliding it between the compressing, soft lips. Her
cheeks filled and emptied like bellows, and her entire upper body
swayed in unison with her sucking movements. With every stroke her
big tits swayed and bobbed like fleshy pendulums, the taut pink
nipples sticking out like fingertips. I could feel my cockhead lodge
into the back of her throat. After a few minutes of this intense
pleasure, I could feel the dam begin to weaken as my balls began to
churn. Linda reached up and began to twist my nipple with one hand
and massage my nuts with the other. I couldn't hold off any longer.
The dam broke and I came with an animal groan, filling Linda's mouth
with gobs of hot spunk. As the cum surged out of me, Linda's mouth
sucked harder. I could hear her gulp and swallow squirts of my hot,
sticky cream.
For the next 20 seconds I continued to cum in her mouth, as if I
has stored up semen for months. She never gave up sucking for an
instant; She was intent on getting every last drop of sticky moisture
out of my dork. Sperm began to dribble from the side of her mouth and
run in a slow stream down her chin, several large drops settling onto
her boobs. She let my dick vacate her moist mouth and lifted her
heavy hanging boob and licked the jizm off of it.
End of Part 1
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