Horny for the Holidays

by Natasha Stevens

  The coach stepped carefully around Paul’s head and gave his cock to Amy. She went purely insane with lust as the cock slipped in and out of her hot tight mouth and the two other men double penetrated her.

  She orgasmed once, and then again, and then a third time.

  She was like a wild thing, and all four of them moved as one single living creature, throbbing and gurgling and growing in heat and passion and fucking harder and faster until all their bodies started to shake.

  “Oh FUCK!” yelled Owen. “I’m going to cum!”

  Amy took the coach’s cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Cum on me! Take that condom off and cum all over my ass!”

  Owen ripped the condom off, and sprayed hot ropes of semen across Amy’s curvaceous buttocks.

  Amy doubled her suction on the coach’s cock, and when he began to moan and shake and she knew he was going to cum, she slipped his cock out of her mouth and began jacking it frantically until he exploded a hot spray of fluid all over her face. He howled in pleasure and Amy moaned and bounced harder on Paul’s cock as the cum covered her cheeks and forehead and lips.

  When the coach was finished, Amy got off of Paul’s cock and with one smooth motion pulled the slippery glowing condom off and pumping his huge hard cock in her fist.

  “Cum on my tits,” said Amy, face dripping with cum, and bent down and smashed her tits around his cock. Paul screamed in pleasure and started to spasm, and jets of cum shot up out of his cock.

  She moaned in pleasure and lowered her face so the spraying cum would hit it, and then took the pulsing, oozing cock and rubbed it all over her big firm tits and hard pink nipples, until they were thoroughly covered with his seed.

  Thoroughly exhausted, all four of them sat down in a heap, their arms all around her.

  “Amy! How could you do this in front of me?” asked the Principal.

  “It was easy,” Amy said.

  Owen and the other two men laughed.

  As Amy cleaned herself up and got her costume back on, Owen was laughing and sneering. “Did you learn your lesson, Amy?”

  “Oh yes, Owen,” she said innocently.

  “And you, Principal?”

  “Oh, god, you young scallywags!” said the Principal. “This is an atrocity!”

  The three men were laughing and high-fiving each other as Amy and the Principal went out the secret door and left the haunted house.

  The Principal was weeping as they got into his car and left.

  “Oh shut up,” said Amy.

  “So are you going to go out with Owen now?” asked the Principal, miserably.

  “Owen? Well, he’s got a nice cock and he’s a good fuck but he’s not too bright. He wanted to fuck me on his own terms … but unfortunately, he didn’t know I had a camera hidden in my witch hat,” said Amy cheerfully. She showed it to him.

  The Principal looked at her. “Oh my god! You made another video? And me standing there like that … oh Jesus! I’ll be ruined. You can’t release it!”

  Amy smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. “No? Well … what’s in it for me?”

  TAKEN AT THANKSGIVING

  When Amy came to the Thanksgiving table wearing nothing except a white lace bra, white lace panties, a garter belt and white thigh high stockings and white six-inch spike heels, her stepfather and twin stepbrothers gaped at her gorgeous body in amazement.

  Amy smiled and greeted her stepfather, a tall and muscular 40-year-old named Russ, a manager of a construction firm. He had been a builder all his life and he had big rough hands and a broad hairy chest, and a chiseled and handsome face under short grey hair. She then turned to her two stepbrothers, Glen and Nick, and greeted them. “Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!”

  “Jesus Christ, Amy,” said her father. “What the hell is this? We started eating twenty minutes ago. We thought you weren’t coming down here.”

  Glen and Nick, both tall and handsome twin 20-year-olds back from college where they were both on full lacrosse scholarships, just stared at her gorgeous firm young body, her tits barely concealed by the little lacy 36-C bra.

  Indeed, the turkey and dressing and all the other stuff – mashed potatoes and green beans and all that – were there on the table. All of them had already started eating.

  “Well,” said Amy, smiling, standing and staring at them with her hands on her hips, “Now that my mother has left, I thought I would give all of you a special Thanksgiving treat.”

  Russ had kicked Amy’s mother Katie out of the house a bit less than a month previously, shortly after Halloween. He had come home to find her in bed with the local school Principal, a man who looked like a professor but had a cock like a porn star. They were planning to get divorced, and she was living with the principal now. The town was abuzz about the scandal.

  There had been a lot of scandals, and a lot of problems with the family recently. Amy had become an internet celebrity and made a considerable amount of money, after she had broadcast her gangbang at the nude beach over the internet, tricking a good number of town men into thinking they were taking advantage of her but secretly recording it.

  As Amy had planned, Amy’s mother was particularly ashamed by this, and Amy felt she’d finally gotten revenge against her mother for all the cruel words and strict reprimands for her sexuality when she was younger. Amy’s mother had been a real bitch. She’d driven Amy’s real father away with her constant cheating, but always condemned Amy for her slutty clothes and ways.

  And now she was gone. But of course no one knew that Amy had blackmailed the Principal into fucking her mom …

  “What Thanksgiving treat?” said Nick, pushing his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes. “We’ve seen you in your underwear before.”

  She smiled at him. “Indeed you have, Nick dear. You spied on me changing many times, didn’t you?” she asked sweetly.

  Nick shifted uncomfortably in his chair and Glen looked down at the food on his plate.

  “Oh, don’t worry. You know I liked it. You know I left my door open just a tiny, tiny crack so you could see me. Did you see anything you liked, sweet stepbrothers?”

  Glen looked at her and nodded. “You always let us see you in your underwear but never completely naked,” he said accusingly.

  She smiled at him. “Oh yeah. And you came in my room and looked through my panties, didn’t you? Did you smell them?”

  Neither of them answered.

  Russ spoke up. “Amy, that’s enough. Go up to your room and get dressed. That’s enough of this nonsense.”

  “Oh, stepdad. Always appropriate.” She turned to Russ, moving to stand behind him, and them bending down to kiss him on the cheek, pressing her hot tits against the back of his neck as she did so.

  He squirmed uncomfortably, and his face began to turn red. “You were always so proper. So appropriate. All those times I rubbed my hot young tits against you or put my hand on your leg, you always moved away. Such a gentleman. I could see your boner, though, stepdad. I mean, you are … very well hung.”

  “Amy!” he said. He was shaking a little.

  “I spied on you, stepdad. After mom left for work. I’d watch you change, sometimes. Did you leave the bathroom door open a little specially for me?”

  Russ put his hands over his face, and nodded.

  “I mean, my mother was a very good-looking woman,” said Amy, speaking softly into Russ’s ear, “but she’s not nearly as young and hot as me, is she? And I mean, she’s not here now. We’re not even going to be related by marriage anymore. If you want to look at me, Russ, I’m going to give you the chance.”

  Russ looked at her again, his eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

  “Well,” said Amy, standing up again. “We’ve established that you guys like to look at me. Now that Mom’s not here anymore, I think I’m going to give you a special treat. You can watch me… watch me cum. Would you boys like to see that?” Amy turned to the twins.

  They just stared at her. They turned to each other
, and then they turned back to her. “See you … come where?”

  She smiled and put a fingertip in her mouth. “See me have an orgasm I mean, silly.”

  “This isn’t right, Amy,” said Russ. Her former stepfather. But there was a lot of doubt in his voice.

  “What could possibly be wrong about it?” said Amy, as she cleared a space on the dining room table, pushing the turkey and dressing to the side. “I mean, we’re not related to each other anymore, are we? And this is something you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? And we can all get back at my bitch mother this way. A special Thanksgivinng treat.”

  Amy put some sexy R and B music on the stereo in the room, and then crawled onto the table on her hands and knees, and all of them gaped at her golden breasts encased in the tight lace, her big round firm heart-shaped ass, her long golden legs. She still had her summer tan from the nude beach, it seemed, as it had stayed warm well into November.

  Amy smiled at them and tossed her hair. “You like my panties and garter belt, Glen and Nick?”

  They could just nod their heads.

  Amy shook her ass back and forth, dancing a bit for them, then sat up and clutched her tits through the white bra.

  “What do you think? You guys want me to take my bra off? Russ? Do you want to see my tits, Russ?”

  “I … Amy … this is wrong!” said Russ, his voice hoarse.

  “That sounds like a yes to me,” said Amy, and reached between the cups of the bra and unlatched the hook there. She continued to hold the cups over her big swollen golden tits, though.

  “Say it,” said Amy. “Say you want to see my tits and I’ll take it off.”

  “I … Amy … I …” Russ stammered.

  “I’ll put it back on and leave,” she warned.

  “No,” said Russ quickly. “Don’t do that.”

  “Tell me that you want to see my tits now!” she demanded.

  “I … want to see your tits, Amy. Please show me your tits, oh god, I’ve wanted to see them for so long.”

  “That’s better,” she said, and took the bra off and tossed it to him.

  The three men looked with awe at the perfect round golden tits on display in front of them, and Amy sat on her knees, then brought her hands up to her perfect beautiful big firm tits and began kneading and squeezing them, smiling at the boys. “That feels so good,” she whispered. “I love to be touched.”

  The twins got out of their seats and were moving forward, but Amy turned to them and said, “Sit your asses down and don’t get up until I tell you! I’ll leave if you do that again. For now, you just watch.”

  The two big muscular young men sat down, wordlessly, their eyes wide.

  Amy continued to squeeze her tits, the big pink nipples now hard and puckered, nearly an inch long.

  Amy looked around the dinner table and saw a bottle of olive oil; she poured some on her tits and oiled them thoroughly. “Mmmm, that feels so good,” she purred. “I bet you’d like to put your cock between them, wouldn’t you?” she asked Russ.

  Russ could only nod, unable to tear his eyes away.

  “My mom never let you put your cock between her tits, I bet,” teased Amy.

  Amy pinched her nipples hard and then ran her hands down her waist to the band of her panties. She knelt down again and looked back over her shoulder, over her heart-shaped ass at the twins. “What do you think boys, should I take my panties off now?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Glen. “Take those panties off.”

  “Yeah,” said Nick. “Let’s see that pussy. Your ass is so fucking beautiful, Amy.”

  Amy ran the panties down her thighs – she had put them on over the straps of the garter belt so she could leave it on while she took off the panties – and then skinned them down over her high heels.

  “Which one of you should get them?” she asked, innocently, clutching them to her breasts. “Nick or Glen, hmmm …”

  Nick said, “I want them.”

  Glen said, “Give them to me.”

  She walked on her hands and knees to them, carefully, around the plates and dishes, and waved the lacy white little thong panties under Glen’s nose. “You like that? You want these little panties?”

  “Yeah,” said Glen hoarsely. “Give them to me.”

  She turned to Nick and did the same thing, rubbing the delicate silk and lace over his razor stubble. “You like the way that smells, Nick? That’s my pussy,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I love it. Let me have them.”

  “No,” she said, lips full and pouting, and then turned and tossed the panties to Russ. “He’s the only gentleman here.”

  Glen and Nick cried out in disappointment, while Russ raised the panties to his nose and sniffed.

  Amy now lay on her back on the big dining room table. “Are you ready, guys? Are you ready to see little Amy have an orgasm?”

  “Jesus Christ yes!” yelled Russ.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” said Glen and Nick in unison.

  Amy spread her legs, showing her bald moist pussy, still wearing her high heels and white thigh-high stockings, and extended her hand up to Russ’s face.

  He kissed her hand.

  She gently inserted two fingers into his mouth, making him suck on them. “Get them really wet,” she whispered. “Wet those fingers so I can put them in my pussy. I mean, I’m already really wet now, from showing my body to you guys, but I want my fingers wet from your mouth.”

  Russ eagerly sucked her fingers, until they were dripping wet.

  She strummed her hard nipples with the wet fingers, making herself moan, and then took her hand and slid it down her stomach.

  “Are you ready, guys?” she moaned.

  They all said yes.

  She rubbed the two wet fingers over her moist trim pussy lips, spread them a little, and then gently and slowly, slid the two fingers inside herself.

  Amy raised her hips so she could get better access to her g-spot, and began writhing and moaning on the table, her high heels digging into the wood.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, fingering herself with one hand and squeezing and jiggling her big breasts with the other.

  Nick and Glen were both rubbing their cocks through their jeans; Russ had broken out in a sweat and was trembling with lust.

  “Ohhhhh god,” said Amy, whipping her head back and forth, pinching her hard nipples and thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy … in and out … in and out … smooth and even thrusts, right into her g-spot, her whole body turning red and her breath coming out in moans.

  The men were like statues, staring with their mouths open, their hands manipulating their hard cocks in their pants, their hearts pounding as they watched the hottest girl in town, the hottest girl they’d ever seen, the girl they’d all wanted for so long, writhe and moan and work her pussy on the dining room table in front of them.

  “It turns me on so much when you watch me,” Amy whimpered, and then her back arched and her mouth opened wide, her neck straining and her whole body shaking as she had a huge orgasm.

  Amy relaxed back onto the table, smiling and purring in pleasure.

  She then took a bit of cranberry sauce on her wet fingers and smeared some on her left breast, and then on her right breast. She put a few pieces of turkey on her stomach, some mashed potato around her navel, and a bit of dressing between her legs.

  “All right,” she said. “Are you guys ready to eat?”

  All of the men stood up, panting with lust.

  “Come here,” she said, as the twins approached her on opposite sides of the table. She took their hands and pulled them towards her chest. “Suck the sauce off my tits, Glen and Nick.”

  She wrapped her fingers in their wavy blonde hair and pulled their heads down to her tits, and the two strong young men eagerly buried their faces against her beautiful bosom. They enthusiastically licked the cranberry sauce off of her tits, and then began sucking and biting at her hard nipples.

  “That’s it … be roug
h. You can bite, I like it rough,” she said, moaning her pleasure as the two forced as much of her tits into their mouth as they could.

  She clutched their heads against her chest, throwing her head back and letting out lewd moans of intense pleasure.

  As they sucked, she raised her head and looked at Russ. “You want some turkey and potatoes, Russ?” she asked.