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Story title : Christmas with the Andersons 

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Christmas with the Andersons (family, inc, coa)
by J. Boswell (j.boswell@usa.net)

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* * *
CHAPTER 1
Tuesday, December 20th
* * *


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 his 
home town 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.

This airport was no less crowded than the one he left 
earlier, 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? After five months on the West Coast, this is like 
a movie. Hey, isn't that Bing Crosby over there?"

Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's 
new, big Chevy wagon, and chuckled, "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 for a roommate. 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
* * *


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 West Coast 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
* * *


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
* * *


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
* * *


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
* * *


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
* * *


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
* * *


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
* * *


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 
fantasies about what sexy little sluts they both could 
be!


* * *
Chapter 10
Friday, December 23
* * *


`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 five 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..."

* * *
Epilog:
* * * 

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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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