Horny for the Holidays

by Natasha Stevens

“You know I do, Amy,” said Russ, his face slack with lust.

  “Do it. NO hands,” she said.

  He lowered his head to her stomach and navel and began eating the turkey and potatoes, and when it was gone, his mouth was kissing and licking her firm golden skin.

  “OH! That’s it. Oh, that’s so good. You guys are giving me the best Thanksgiving ever,” she moaned.

  The room was noisy with the sound of the men sucking and licking the food off her body.

  Finally her legs were spread wide, Amy was moaning, “Eat my pussy, Russ. I want you to eat my pussy now.”

  Russ buried his face between Amy’s legs and made quick work of the dressing that was there, and then jammed his tongue into her hot wet pussy, and it was the sweetest and most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, better than anything else on the table by far.

  “You like that pussy, Russ?” gasped Amy, raising her head to look down at him and watch as his mouth worked her steaming cunt. “Does that pussy taste better than my mom’s?”

  Russ didn’t answer, he was too busy doing the alphabet and making Amy’s body spasm with pleasure. Meanwhile, the twins were sucking Amy’s tits hard, keeping her nipples stiff and her body throbbing with the hot fire of lust.

  Amy felt herself getting close to orgasm again as the hot mouths of the men she had lived with for the last five years worked on her. “Suck on my clit, stepdad, and stick your finger in my asshole,” she gasped, “and you can make me cum again.”

  He did, and her body exploded in an even larger orgasm. Her flailing arms knocked food off plates and dishes and silverware off the table, Amy’s mind and body lost in a spiraling wave of heat and pleasure.

  When the pleasure waves subsided, Amy sat up. “Oh my god, that was awesome.”

  “We’re not finished yet,” said the twins. Both of them had unzipped their jeans and pulled their underpants down and pulled out their big throbbing cocks.

  “Ooooh!” said Amy. She looked appreciatively back and forth at the two members on either side of her. She reached out her hands and grasped the big veined pink cocks and stroked each of them. “Oh, god, I’ve wanted to touch these cocks for so long. Whenever we’d go on summer holiday together, oh god, and I’d see you guys in your swim suits, on my god the bulges under there turned me on so much. I’d have to go have a bath and touch my pussy and think of your cocks.”

  The twins were moaning in pleasure as she massaged the cock meat up and down their shafts. “It’s like going skiing,” she laughed. Her eyes were big and blue and sparkling as she looked up at them and then at the pulsing blue-veined dicks in her hands.

  She licked her full pouty lips and admired the cocks, felt the hunger inside her building. When she was unable to resist anymore, she took Glen’s big cock into her mouth and sucked it eagerly. When his moaning reached a fever pitch, she spit it out and then took Nick’s big cock into her mouth, slipping it in and out of her lips, which were wrapped tightly around it.

  “I can’t fit both your cocks in my mouth at the same time,” she said, smiling. “What can I do about that?”

  She lay back on the table and began rubbing both of the cocks on her tits. The feel of her big warm tits against the heads of their cocks was wonderful and the two young men were trembling with pleasure now.

  As Amy rubbed the two young men’s cocks against her tits, making all of them shake and moan with pleasure, Russ dipped his fingers in the cranberry sauce and spread Amy’s legs a bit wider. Her reached down below her sopping pussy and spread a bit of cranberry sauce on her asshole, and then bent down and began swirling his tongue around there.

  It made Amy scream with pleasure, and she rubbed the cocks against her tits harder, and then she had another orgasm, and the hot heaving breasts against their spasming cocks made the twins cum, and they both shot hot semen all over Amy’s big golden globes.

  Russ raised his head, his face smeared with cranberry sauce, and he grabbed Amy’s thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. “All right Amy. Are you ready to get fucked?”

  “Oh god yes,” she moaned, rubbing her hands over her cum-splattered breasts. “Please fuck me now, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long …”

  He took out his huge cock and rubbed the swollen purple head against the slick lips of her pussy, rubbing it up and down, both of them moaning at the delicious friction. “You like my big cock, huh Amy?”

  “Oh god yes,” she moaned again. “Give it to me now!”

  He thrust the cock inside of her, filling her pussy, making her whole body shake and clench around it.

  “OH GOD!” yelled Amy. “OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY!” she screamed.

  “Oh … oh … you feel so good, Amy, I love the way your pussy feels.”

  He thrust slowly into her, as the twins stood to the side jacking their cocks until they were hard again. She was feeling her big tits again, jiggling them, her tits still covered with sticky cum and olive oil and cranberry sauce. She raised her head and cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards and began licking the tasty mix off of her own nipples.

  She was moaning again, crying out in pleasure as Russ fucked her. He began thrusting harder, and her body began working again, slamming her hips back against the big cock Russ was punishing her with.

  The twins’ cocks were hard again, at this point, and they thrust them at Amy’s face and she licked and sucked the two hard rods, going insane with lust as Russ continued to nail her pussy.

  “I want to fuck your mouth, Amy,” said Glen. “No more dilly dallying with my cock, I’m going to shove this thing all the way down your throat.” He pulled her head towards him and muffled her cries of pleasure by filling her tight wet mouth with his big dick.

  “And I’ve always loved your tits, Amy, so I’m going to put my cock between them and fuck them,” said Nick. He stripped off his clothes, revealing the rippling toned body of a Greek god, and climbed on top of Amy. He poured a little more olive oil between her big firm tits and then pushed them together and slid his big cock between them.

  The four of them were moving like one now, all the men fucking her with the same rhythm, Russ fucking her hot tight box, Glen pounding her wet mouth and full lips and deep throat, and Nick sliding his big dick between the delicious firm hot oily mounds of her tits. Her moans of pleasure, muffled by Glen’s dick, took on a deep urgent tone and her body seemed to grow hot as she neared her fourth orgasm.

  Finally they all came. Amy’s body vibrated all over as she came again. Russ pulled his cock out and spurted semen all over her belly, while Glen came in Amy’s eager gulping mouth and throat. Nick sprayed cum all over Amy’s beautiful white throat and neck. She spasmed and moaned in pleasure as she came and all the men, sweating and trembling, moaned their pleasure as well.

  They were all still gasping, naked and sweaty together on the ruined Thanksgiving table, when Amy’s mother walked in the front door and looked in disbelief at the scene in front of her.

  Amy smiled. Her mother had arrived right on time, just as Amy had invited her.

  Amy’s mom began to scream.

  CHRISTMAS CUCKOLD

  This will be the best Christmas ever, thought Amy.

  Amy was visiting her sister and her sister’s husband for Christmas.

  Amy was the town bad girl. She loved sex and she loved to look sexy. The town had alternately criticized her and lusted after her, ever since she’d started growing her impressive tits at age 13. 18-year-old Amy was blonde and blue-eyed, tall and slim and busty, with a 34d bra size and a little tramp-stamp tribal tattoo on her lower back.

  Amy’s sister Carla, on the other hand, was quiet and studious and everything that the young hell-raiser Amy was not. Five years older than Amy, Carla had been an honor-roll student and finished law school at the top of her class, and then married the son of one of the richest men in town a year previously.

  Carla had red curly hair and brown eyes; she was beautiful also, but she’d never flaunted it like Amy, buryi
ng her looks behind eyeglasses and no make-up. Her chest wasn’t nearly as big as her younger sister, but Carla still had a great body. She’d been captain of the school volleyball team.

  At 23, Carla was already as serious and mature as a much older woman. She’d prepared the Christmas tree and Christmas dinner carefully, and wrapped and placed all the presents carefully.

  “Amy, we’re so glad you could come,” said Carla, after they’d finished the delicious turkey dinner.

  “What about Russ and the twins?” asked Carla’s husband Bob. He was a few years older than Carla – he’d just turned 30. He was already balding however, and already a bit paunchy. He had a soft face with a weak chin. He opened another bottle of wine and poured glasses for all of them.

  “Oh,” said Amy. “Things have been difficult at home since Mom left Russ.” She could see Bob staring at her tits, her magnificent cleavage on display in the push-up bra and tight, low cut dress she wore. She shifted, leaning forward, enfolding her tits with her arms and pushing them up even more, smiling at Bob with a twinkle in her eye.

  In fact, Amy had engineered a complicated plan for revenge on her family; she’d blackmailed the well-hung school principal into fucking her Mom so that Russ could catch them, and then she’d fucked Russ and the twins at Thanksgiving, arranging it so her mom could see them.

  Everybody had been at each other’s throat. Amy had loved it.

  Finally, a few weeks before Christmas, Mom had checked herself into a rehab center and Russ and the twins had decided to visit family in a different state.

  This left Amy with the house to herself for the holidays, and she’d been having the time of her life, entertaining all of her favorite men (and a few women) in the town. She was planning to leave the town and move to Los Angeles in January, so she was trying to live it up good before she left.

  “So, Amy, what have you been up to?” asked Bob, trying and failing in his attempt to look somewhere other than Amy’s tits.

  “Oh, well, I think you know, Bob,” said Amy.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” said Bob quickly.

  “Come on, Bob,” said Carla with a smile, lazily circling the rim of her wine glass with one finger. “You know what we’re talking about. Amy’s become quite the internet celebrity.”

  “Oh, ah, well, uh, ah, well, I might have heard something about that,” said Bob nervously, loosening her collar.

  “What exactly did you hear?” asked Amy, innocently.

  “Well, uh, that you were, uh, some, uh, videos of you, on, the new nude beach …” he was turning red and stammering now.

  Amy pressed her tits together, leaned forward, and smiled at him again. “Yes,” she whispered. “I sort of had a … gangbang at the nude beach.” Amy giggled, and so did Carla.

  “Such a naughty girl,” said Carla. “You always were!”

  “I know it,” said Amy. “What can I say? I love it! I love to be touched and held … and fucked …”

  The two women laughed again, and Bob shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Really, Amy,” he said.

  “Are you embarrassed, Bob?” asked Amy. “Sex is natural and healthy, right?”

  “Er, uh, well, yes, with the right person, yes. But putting it on the internet, are you sure that’s a good idea, Amy?”

  “I made a ton of money out of it, actually. We weren’t all born with the big bucks, like you.”

  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, again.

  “Yes, Amy,” said Carla, standing up. “Bob thinks pornography is wrong. But … of course that doesn’t stop him from watching it.”

  “Oh, well, uh,” stammered Bob. “I don’t really, not very often.”

  “No?” asked Amy. “You don’t like to watch porn?”

  “Not really, not very often,” repeated Bob.

  “That’s funny, Bob, because I checked your browser history yesterday, and it seems that you watched Amy’s video,” said Carla, crossing her arms and staring at her husband.

  “Oh, well, somebody sent me the link, I didn’t want to say anything, somebody sent me that link and I clicked it but I turned it off immediately.” Sweat was breaking out on Bob’s forehead now.

  “And it seems that you watched it several times a day, for several weeks,” said Carla, standing.

  “Oh, uh …” Bob said, his face bright red. He looked down at the leftover mashed potatoes on his plate, looking like he was about to weep. “You shouldn’t be looking at my computer anyway!” he said sullenly.

  “Oh, well, Bob, it’s okay,” said Carla. “I mean, Amy is family right? You’ve seen her on holidays and stuff in her bikini, anyway.”

  “I … uh, well, I mean …”

  “I mean, you can look, as long as you don’t touch, right?” said Carla. “I think it’s time to open some Christmas presents now!” Carla finished off her glass of wine and brought a couple of beautifully-wrapped gifts over.

  Amy downed her glass of wine and stood up and let out a little “whoo!” The tight black dress she wore clung to her fit and voluptuous figure. “Me first!”

  Carla presented her with a flat box with red wrapping and a green ribbon. “Here you are, Amy. Merry Christmas!”

  Amy squealed with delight and ripped open the box with no hesitation. Inside was some lingerie; a sexy red lace teddy with white trimming. There were also some red thigh-high stockings, and a Santa hat.

  “Oh Carla!” said Amy. “It’s lovely! I think I’ll try it on now.” Amy swept the package up and took it into the bathroom.

  Bob looked around nervously, harrumphed and took a big swig of his wine.

  Carla handed Bob a smaller flat box.

  “Thank you, darling,” said Bob, without much enthusiasm, and opened the box.

  Inside was a pair of fur-lined handcuffs.

  “Er, uh, honey?” asked Bob with a question in his voice and on his soft, slightly drunk face.

  Carla bent down and kissed him on the lips. “Well, honey, if you’re looking on the internet for stimulation, obviously our sex life needs a little bit of a kick. I mean, really, not much has been going on in the bedroom lately, has it?”

  “Well, er, you know I’m very tired from working hard recently,” said Bob.

  “Of course, honey,” said Carla.

  Amy emerged from the bathroom, and Bob gasped. The clinging red lace teddy was low cut in the front and cut high on the thighs; Amy’s spectacular bust and generous hips and long muscular legs were well displayed by it. The red thigh-high stockings and Santa hat added a dose of Christmas cheer to the sexy outfit.

  “What do you think, Bob?” asked Amy, cupping her own breasts. Her nipples were visible dark shadows under the red lace. “Do I look good?”

  Bob just stared, his jaw dropping.

  “It’s your next Christmas present, Bob,” said Carla. “A lap dance from Amy. But you can look, but you can’t touch,” she said into his ear, and took his arms and pulled them behind the chair, and then handcuffed them.

  “Honey! What are you doing?” asked Bob. But he could not conceal his excitement that suddenly and mysteriously one of his fantasies was coming true.

  Amy put on a sexy song, one of her favorite R and B numbers, and began to dance, her gorgeous body gyrating sexily to the music.

  “Well what do you think of your gift, honey?” asked Carla

  “This is ... quite a surprise!” said Bob, rattling the handcuffs. “Say, these handcuffs almost feel real!”

  “Oh, they are very real,” said Carla. “If I do something, I do it all the way, you know that, Bob.”

  Amy spun around, shaking her gorgeously large and muscular heart-shaped ass in time with the music.

  “Oh my god!” cried Bob. “You have a great ass, Amy.”

  “I know it, Bob,” said Amy. She dropped to her hands and knees and approached Bob slowly, her gorgeous cleavage drawing his eyes. “Did you enjoy seeing it on those videos I made on the internet?”

  “Oh, god, yes!” said Bob.
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  “And did you enjoy watching those men fuck me?” Amy asked in a high-pitched little girl voice.

  “Oh, god help me, yes I did!” said Bob.

  Still on her knees, she danced for him. Amy rubbed her breasts against his chest as she stood up again, and Bob had obviously pitched a tent in his khaki Dockers. He had a huge boner.

  Amy climbed into his lap and wrapped her legs around him.

  “I can touch you, of course,” said Amy. “But you can’t touch me.”

  Bob just nodded, lost in the magical sensation of her rubbing against him.