Even before the guests arrived there was an erotic atmosphere in the house. I had worked to make it so. It was very, very clean. The toilet was spotless, the tub was scrubbed, the mirrors gleamed, and there was a hint of Pine-Sol in the atmosphere. The floors shone and the carpets invited stretching and purring. This being a celebration of darkness and light, I had banned ordinary light bulbs. The kitchen was lit only by a string of plain white miniature holiday lights hanging from the beams. The dining and living areas were bathed in candle light. Smoked turkey, figs, couscous, chestnuts, braised spinach, squash with dates, mushroom pasties, hot apple cider, and a still life of fruits made a concert of smells and sights to stimulate the senses.
Bernardine and her mother Amanda arrived first, and took off their shoes according to the evening's house rules. Bernardine is in her mid-30s but could be mistaken for a college student. With large, expressive dark eyes and long blonde hair brushed straight back, and the figure of a dancer, she immediately draws all male eyes to her when she enters a room, and some female eyes as well. But my own eyes flickered only briefly on Bernardine's charms, and moved to the curves of her mother.
Amanda was 60, but could have been 45. Her curly blond hair made a golden ring around a classical face. Her expression was amused. She made the appropriate chit chat, but there was a reserve in her manner that I found challenging. They were French, and the mother still had a slight and charming accent. Bernardine gave me a full-breasted hug and a warm, dry kiss on each cheek, reasserting an interest that I had never reciprocated, and quickly looked away. Amanda looked me directly in the eye, as if to acknowledge our past flirtations, and gave me a tiny smile, but only the very points of her breasts lightly brushed my chest, and her lips grazed my cheek like the wings of a butterfly. I immediately began to harden up, but could not get close enough to let her feel my bulge against her thigh. Our eyes locked as she sat down, then she dropped her glance. I wanted her, and vowed to myself that I would make a move if an opportunity presented itself.
Nora, my girlfriend and co-host of the party, began chatting with Bernardine, and Amanda sat down. Other guests began to arrive and I left Amanda alone. There was Rolf, a gay friend who was new to our circle, who gave me a brief, light, full body hug, and probably felt my slight Amanda bulge, but gave no sign. He took a seat and immediately struck up a chat with Amanda.
Diana, an attractive sexual predator, came with her latest love interest, a tall, curly-haired bookkeeper named Ronald, whom I had met before. Diana was wearing a green silk scarf around her neck, a clear violation of the evening's rules against wearing the Christmas colors. Nora and I made her take the scarf off immediately and Nora playfully lashed her backside with it. Without the scarf, Diana's cleavage came out, which nobody minded, least of all Diana.
Ronald was a bit oily and immediately started eyeing Bernardine, who ignored him, while Diana brushed up to one side of me and slowly traced the contours of my left arm with her breasts. I glanced over to see Amanda taking in Diana's move on me and reacting with a hint of a smile. I smiled back at her, gave Diana a little shove and turned away.
Rose and her partner Jeannie were at the door, dressed in black glittery and feathery things. They were both slender and attractive. Jeannie gave me a comfortable, non-sexual hug and went off to talk with Diana, while Rose joined Nora and Bernardine in the kitchen in lively conversation.
Then in came Andrew, by himself, and I held my breath. Tall, with a prominent forehead, expressive eyes, a full mouth, a solid chest and large, mobile hands, Andrew looked like he would have a phenomenal penis, and I found myself wanting to find out. Nora had the same idea. She slid into Andrew's arms and gave him a kiss full on the mouth. Unfortunately, Andrew had the reputation of a slow starter; he would date a woman twenty times before bringing up sex, and I had little hope that he would get loose enough to play bisexually. He pulled back slightly from Nora's inviting lips. I greeted him from the side, throwing my arms around him and Nora together, touching them both with my chest and hips. He did not struggle to escape, as he might have, and I felt slightly encouraged. We joked, I released them, and he came deeper into the room to greet the others. Andrew had brought a CD of Stevie Wonder music, and we put on "Here Comes the Sun" and everyone picked up the rhythm and started singing along with the chorus.
Dinner loosened everyone up a bit more. The tastes and textures, the sights and smells of this pagan repast were not so very different from the ordinary, but the fact that they were not-Christmas and that we were singing not-Christmas music and wearing not-Christmas colors gave the food an exotic, stimulating allure that went beyond the chemistry of saffron, thyme, pine nuts, and the other spices and savories on the tongue. We were full and animated.
After the plates were cleared and we were comfortably seated in the living room, Diana picked a sprig of mistletoe out of a vase and held it over Rose and Jeannie, who were more a real couple than anyone else present, and were still nibbling on dessert. They obligingly kissed each other, trading mouthfuls of chocolate pie and fig cake, laughing and spewing crumbs and bits of filling. Then Jeannie grabbed the mistletoe from Diana and held it over herself and Andrew, to her right. Andrew looked confused. Quickly Jeannie gave him a kiss directly on the mouth, as Rose cheered.
To Andrew's right was Nora, and she snatched the mistletoe from Jeannie and, holding it over Andrew, spun his head around with her other hand and kissed him again full on the mouth, much more firmly than Jeannie had, and half climbed on his lap. He tried to raise his hand in self-defense, and inadvertently brushed Nora's breasts as his hand came up. We all saw it, and our eyebrows went up in appreciation. Nora only kissed him harder, and her tongue went between his lips. He did not know what to do with his now free hand, and waved it confusedly in the air for a few seconds while Nora's tongue tried to open his teeth. Finally, in a gesture of surrender, he opened his mouth to let Nora's tongue in, put his hand to the back of Nora's head, pulled her closer, and leaned back in his armchair. With his great height he pulled Nora out of her chair and across his chest, and her dress rode up so that we could see the bottom of her panties over her buns. We cheered and applauded. Nora collected herself and looked around with an air of triumph, holding the mistletoe in the air like a torch.
To her right was Bernardine, and they exchanged sisterly smooches. Then the mistletoe passed again, and Bernardine made a move on Rolf, to her right. Rolf evaded her and they tussled, and she pushed him so that he fell backward with his head in my lap, looking up at me. Bernardine pulled his shirt out of his pants, exposing his abdomen, and planted a noisy kiss near his bellybutton, laughing out loud. Then she quickly held the mistletoe over my head, and the company called out, "Come on, you two, let's see some action!"
I thought Rolf looked fairly cute upside down in my lap, and I bent down and gave him a dry kiss full on the lips. He must have thought I looked cute also, because his hand went up to the back of my head and he held me there for what seemed like a full minute. I tried to help him slip his shirt back in his pants, running my fingers along his abs, with the result that his tongue came between my lips and the kiss got a bit more intense than it started, and his hand found my right nipple and pinched it. The company started whistling, and when I raised my head up for air I could see Nora's hand brushing Andrew's thigh. I could tell from Nora's eyes that she was getting wet between the legs watching Rolf and me, and I thought I saw a bulge rising in Andrew's crotch. I glanced over at Amanda, and she was watching in fascination, her legs tightly pressed together.
Rolf and I untangled from one another, and I took the mistletoe and held it over myself and Ronald, to my right. Ronald backed off and excused himself to the bathroom, as the company booed, catcalled and hissed. That left Amanda to his right. Diana came from Amanda's other side, took the mistletoe, and held it over Amanda.
I got up, stepped over in front of Amanda and got to one knee with a gallant European gesture.
"Madame Amanda," I said, "Enchante de faire votre connaissance!"
With that, I took her right hand in my left and bent over it to kiss it, ever so lightly, in the courtly style, and as I did so, I slipped my right hand lightly to the back of her left ankle and, with the barest of touches, ran it up her calf, to the back of her knee, and as far as it would go toward the seat of her chair, with my little finger brushing lightly on the inside of her thigh. Only half the group could see my maneuver.
She shivered and laughed good naturedly, "Vous etes tres mechant!" and retrieved her hand, and leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I pretended to faint on the floor, to general laughter.
Quickly the mistletoe finished the round from Amanda to Diana, and back to Rose. Rose held the sprig, which had taken a beating, into a candle flame, and we all watched while it crackled, flared, and smoked out.
With that we rearranged ourselves to watch a movie, and we darkened the room so that only the television screen and a couple of candle lanterns behind the set were left as sources of light. I tried to sit closer to Amanda, but she maneuvered herself so that Bernardine was between her and me.
Rolf was behind me, keeping to himself but watching. Diana and Ronald were starting to pet, off to my right; he had his hand over her right breast and she was stroking his cock with her bare foot through his pants.
I saw Nora reclining next to Andrew. He was pretending to ignore her, but she managed to touch him from time to time in half a dozen different ways, now leaning her breasts on his shoulder to whisper some joke in his ear, now brushing the back of her hand on his chest, now boldly tracing a finger over his bulge while looking into his eyes, and I wondered how long his reserve could hold out against her seductions, as he was obviously feeling the heat.
Meanwhile Bernardine was starting a similar treatment on me, and I caught Amanda watching furtively while pretending to be interested in the movie. However, there was no chemistry between me and Bernardine, and I let her make her moves in complete passivity until she sensed my disinterest and turned away. Before very long, Bernardine got up and went to the kitchen. Then a change overcame Amanda, and she turned around in her chair to look at me, gave me a warm smile with her eyes, turned her legs toward me and opened them slightly. In the flickering light I could see nothing definite, but I understood the signal.
Did Amanda and Bernardine have a pact, where the mother gave the daughter first shot at men? Now that I had shown myself uninterested in Bernardine, and the daughter had left the field, it seemed that I had the green light from the mother at last. I was seated on the carpet, and she moved slightly forward in her chair, turned toward me, and opened her legs a bit wider to my view. She brought up one hand and pulled her skirt up slightly further, and then unbuttoned the top button of her blouse to bare her cleavage. She had an excellent figure, and in the flickering light of the screen I could see the nipple of her left breast rising under the silk of her blouse. Then she got up and, giving me a long and meaningful look, walked toward the corridor that held the bathroom and the bedrooms.
I counted to thirty, slowly, and then got up, gave Rolf a squeeze on the knee, and followed her. She was in the bathroom. The hallway was dark, lit only by a single candle, and I waited as I heard the sink faucet turn on and off. Then she came out of the door, facing away from me. I stepped behind her, put my arms around her, and cupped her breasts in both hands. My bulging pants found the cleavage in the back of her dress. She shivered, put her hands up to squeeze mine harder into her breasts, pushed her ass harder into my thighs, and leaned her head back toward me. I kissed her from the side, and started to unbutton her blouse.
"Not here," she said. "In there!" and she led me into my bedroom, closing the door behind us.
I stood in front of her, removed her blouse, unsnapped her lacy bra, and fell on my knees so that I could kiss and lick and nibble on her breasts. She moaned with pleasure and ran her hands through my hair. I licked between her breasts and back to the nipples, sucking them, pinching gently with my teeth, running my tongue in circles around them, and then squeezing her breasts together while bathing her cleavage with my tongue.
Soon the sound of her moaning and the shifting of her legs told me that her cunt was aroused. I unzipped her skirt, pulled it down, and pulled down her slip. I turned her around until her back was to the bed, and then gently pushed her down until she laid on her back with her legs over the side. Her black lace panties offered little more than ornamentation, and I took my time. I kissed the inside of her thighs on each side, then ran my lips over her mound through her panties, then licked on the sides of the panty legs, until the middle of her mound became wet and fragrant with her juices. She smelled clean and horny.
There was no reason to tease any longer. I pulled at the waist of her panty, and she cooperatively raised her ass to let me slip them off. Her neatly trimmed cunt lay before me for the feasting. I turned my head sideways and applied my lips like the gentlest of kisses to her labia, feeling the texture of them and testing their firmness. She moaned, and ran her fingers through my hair. I slid my lips still very gently up and down, toward her clit and toward her ass. Then I let my lower lip find the gap between her labia and nibble on it, ever so gently. She moaned loudly. The gap was moist, and I let my relaxed lower lip slide into it and glide gently up and down. More moaning.
Then I began to nibble on her left labia, rolling it between my lips and sucking on it very gently. I did the same to her right labia. She was silent, holding her breath. Then I slipped my tongue into the delicious wetness between her cunt lips. She exhaled explosively and bucked her hips into the mattress. I waited for her to calm down and then resumed my nibbling and sucking.
Before long her outer cunt lips swelled and opened wide, and her inner cunt lay open to my tongue like a warm oyster. I changed my angle so that I could lick her up and down. First I went down deeper into her warm delicious wetness, toward her vaginal opening, and tasted a more musky, sticky cunt juice that caused my erection to turn to steel in my pants. I explored this taste sensation at leisure, feeling her hands racing through the hair on my head.
I stuck my tongue out further and slipped it into her cunt canal as far as it would go. She moaned loudly and pressed my head more deeply into her. I almost drowned, and came up forcibly for breath, then spread my tongue wide and lapped her flowing juices. She was oozing cunt juice copiously.
I licked around the inside of her outer labia, up and down, and she started thrashing her shoulder on the mattress from side to side. I came up and let my lower lip slide very lightly up toward the sensitive command center. She froze and held her breath. When my lip felt and traced the hard lump of her protruding clitoris, she bucked violently and beat her head on the mattress, gasping. I let my tongue flick out quickly, once, twice, three times just below the head of her clit. She made a gasping noise like a death rattle and went rigid. She pressed my head hard into her clit, and started bucking again. Suddenly my face was flooded with a spray of cunt juice, and she became completely limp. She breathed deeply, and in a tiny, babylike voice, she called me her sweet Papa. She pulled me up to her face and covered me with kisses, tasting her cunt spray as she went.
She felt my raging erection on her legs and said "Ohmigod, we can't have that!" Deftly she unzipped me, slipped off my pants and my jockey shorts, cradled my cock in her right hand, and was about to lower her mouth onto it, when the door opened.
It was Nora, and two steps behind her, with his head turned away toward the living room, was Andrew. By the candlelight slanting into the bedroom from the hall, Nora took in my naked legs, my pulsing cock, Amanda's head and unclothed body, all in one glance. Without a moment's hesitation, she gestured to us to get to the far side of the bed and, putting her finger to her lips, she bade us keep absolutely still. Quickly we obeyed. I slid to the edge of the bed, Amanda spooning in front of me, with my stiff cock folded up between her ass cheeks. We fought to catch our breaths and become motionless, with our eyes turned toward the scene that was to unfold through the door.
Meanwhile Nora turned back into the hall and tugged on Andrew's hand, drawing him into the bedroom. As the light from the hall briefly played on his face, we could see the conflict in him between arousal and lust for Nora, who had been artfully fanning the embers of his passion, and his characteristic reserve and shyness around women, which had got him the reputation of a prude. But clearly Nora had the upper hand now, and as she led him into the dark room, we could see that she was holding his hand down low, probably brushing his cock through his pants.
At the same time we could see her feet feeling for and brushing aside Amanda's and my discarded clothing on the floor, skillfully clearing the path. When they were both in the room, she closed the door, and by the dim green light of the clock radio on the dresser, we saw her arms go up around his neck and melt into his arms for a wet kiss. She whispered to him, "Baby, you're still so tense. I can take care of that for you. Don't you want to relax, baby? Let me help you, love!" And with that we saw her left hand brush down his chest and go to his pants.
She held his cock through his pants softly and began sliding her hand up and down on it, meanwhile closing his mouth with another wet kiss, to prevent him from speaking. She felt his backbone relaxing and his head bend forward now, responding to her kiss, and with her left hand she deftly found the tab of his zipper and, pulling outward on his pants, she opened the portal and reached inside. He was wearing boxer shorts, and in moments the leading part of his erection came free.
I felt Amanda inhale sharply, and I did the same, holding her more tightly to me. Andrew's cock was more than proportional to his body. He was built like a horse. Now I wondered how Nora was going to handle him. She was an expert cocksucker, but her oral equipment was only of average size. She had to stretch considerably whenever she sucked my own average-sized cock, and sometimes she would have to pull off me to rest her jaw.
I could hear Nora breathing heavily, but if she had an inner struggle about whether to tackle this phallic challenge, it was a brief one. In seconds we saw her open her blouse and unsnap her front-clasp brassiere, and then she slid down Andrew's front until she cradled his cock between her breasts. She had both hands on him now, and looked up at him. It was too dim to see exactly but I was sure she was smiling the same sweet erotic and loving smile she always gave me when she was about to have her favorite feast.
But Andrew wasn't mentally prepared to look this passionate female oral copulator in the eye and smile back at her, in total acceptance and anticipation of the act. Instead, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. That was fine with Nora. After rubbing the nipples of her breasts on his bulging cock head, she slid down further until she was on her knees in front of him, and began licking enthusiastically. Nora loved to suck cock, and she was clearly savoring this one. His cock head was the size of a scoop of ice cream, and she was a kid with her favorite flavor.
After bathing the top and sides of his cock head with a broad tongue, she curled her tongue and with just the tip, she delicately rimmed under the edges of his mushroom. She felt Andrew's legs stiffen and he opened his stance slightly, leaning back against the wall, giving her permission to continue. His hands remained by his side, slowly opening and clenching as she explored the contours of his most sensitive organ.
Now Nora opened her jaws as wide as they would go. I have seen a snake unhinge its jaws to swallow a rodent in one piece, and I could have sworn Nora did something similar. Even with her jaw open so wide that her chin almost touched her breastbone, she could barely stretch her lips around his head and take him in. But, with an enthusiasm that got my own cock pulsing between Nora's ass cheeks from watching, Nora plunged his shaft into her mouth, and we could see his hands clench tight into fists as he felt his member engulfed in her hot, wet cavity. Not many women had achieved this much with him.
As she slid him in and out, we could see from the movement of her throat that she was tonguing him. At the same time her hands traveled up and found his belt, undid it, and brought his pants down around his knees. She reached further into his boxers and brought out the rest of his cock, including his huge ball sack, which she fondled gently as she sucked on him. She was going "mmm – mmm" as she went.
Watching this display rekindled Amanda's arousal, which had cooled off quickly when the door opened. She snuggled her ass cheeks closer and began slowly moving her butt in and out, feeling my cock sliding in her ass crack. I ran my hand down her petite form between her legs and quickly verified what I suspected, that her cunt juices were flowing again. I adjusted my hip position and slipped my erection between her legs, and she reached down and poised my shaft at the entrance to her vagina, and I slipped in without resistance. She was hot, wet, and tight. Slowly we began to grind into each other, trying to remain noiseless so as not to disturb the hot spectacle before us, but quite unable to restrain ourselves entirely. I twirled her left nipple with my fingers and nibbled on her ear. Our eyes were glued to the performance played by the dim phosphor of the clock radio.
If Nora had thought that Andrew would be a quick come, she was disappointed. It seemed that Andrew was still mentally resisting her, even though his cock was buried as deep in her head as it would go. Every few plunges with her lips, she would pull back and rest her jaws, meanwhile jacking him softly with her right hand. He remained standing against the wall with his head back and his eyes closed, immobile except for the clenching and unclenching of his hands at his side. Finally, Nora drew back, still jacking him, and looked at the totality of his giant rigid penis, perplexed what move to make next.
Nora and I had been lovers so long and knew each other so intimately that I could tick off the options she was weighing. I knew that she was having her period and that fucking him was out. Taking that telephone pole up her ass, forget it. Like two entangled atomic particles, our minds came up with the same wicked idea the same instant. Still frigging him, she looked over at Amanda and me.
Without a word, I slipped my cock out of Amanda's cunt, silently slid off the edge of the bed, and padded the few steps over to where Nora was kneeling in front of her giant. I could see Amanda crawl quietly on the bed to come get a better view. I joined Nora on my knees in front of Andrew, and she gave me a deep tongue kiss, all the while frigging Andrew. Our faces side by side, she pointed his cock at me. I had to admire her for having dared to suck him. He was truly enormous. Fortunately, my male lips and jaws were bigger than Nora's, but even so I almost gave myself lockjaw opening wide enough to slide him into my mouth. It was an awesomely good feeling to have a cock that large on my tongue. I did the same as Nora had done: slid him in and out past my lips, while working on the base of his cock head with my tongue. I rocked my head slowly forward and back and began sucking. I noticed his hands clench and unclench more quickly.
After a few minutes I needed a rest, and gave him back to Nora. I looked over at Amanda to see if she wanted to have a turn, but she signaled that her mouth was too small to even try it. Instead, Amanda slid silently off the bed and kneeled behind Nora and me, her hands caressing our backs, getting a close up view. Nora gave Andrew's cock back to me, and as I started suctioning him again, I saw that Amanda gave the side of Nora's face a nuzzle with her lips, and that Nora put up a hand to stroke Amanda's breast. My cock, still slick with Amanda's juices, was poking Andrew's ankle, and I hoped he didn't notice. I could taste some thick, salty pre-cum out of Andrew's cock, and I felt that he was coming close to his climax.
Meanwhile Amanda and Nora had slipped to the floor at my side, and Nora's mouth was on Amanda's nipple, sucking and nibbling, as Amanda's hand was caressing Nora's long hair, and she was smiling serenely. Andrew was now definitely swelling and stiffening as he reached his point of no return, and his hands clenched and unclenched rapidly. I tapped Nora on the shoulder to get her attention so she could watch the climax, and she left off sucking on Amanda, and both of them sat up.
I gave Andrew's cock two, three rapid and deep plunges in succession, and felt the first tightening of his balls and the spasms of his sperm duct between my lips. At that moment, he put his hands to the side of what he thought was Nora's head, but which was my head, to pull her away, thinking that she would not want to swallow. But I resisted and kept my mouth on his cock and started swallowing as quickly as I could. It was impossible to keep up with his gushing production, though, so I gave up and simply let him fill my mouth, and let the overflow run down my chin.
As he finished pumping, he brought his head forward and opened his eyes. By now accustomed to the darkness, his sight now easily identified me by the glow of the radio dial, and as his limp cock slipped out of my mouth, dripping with come, he spoke.
"Baby," he said, "so that was you!"
I swallowed the rest of his come, smiled at him, and said, "Yes, Andy, that was me at the end. Nora and I have been wanting you for a long time, and tonight we both succeeded."
His frame relaxed and slumped. He slid down the wall slowly and sat on the ground, me on one side, Nora and Amanda on the other.
He looked from side to side and said, "Damn. That was wonderful. I don't care who it was. That was the best. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Nora let go of Amanda and gave him a hug and a deep, warm kiss. "Thank YOU, baby," she said.
I gave Nora a big hug and kiss and said "Thank YOU!"
Amanda said, "That's quite a piece of equipment you've got there. It took the both of them to get you off."
He thought about that and said, "Maybe that's been my problem." His voice trailed off thoughtfully.
"Don't think about it too much," Nora said. "Not right now. This is the solstice. Just enjoy."
"Mind if I stretch out and take a nap?" he said.
"Go for it," I told him.
He picked himself up, stepped out of his pants, and lay on the bed, and was soon breathing regularly, his giant cock resting peacefully across one thigh.
"Yum," said Nora, and gave me a deep French kiss, probing for the taste of Andrew's come in my mouth.
"How is it?" asked Amanda.
"See for yourself," Nora replied, and Amanda leaned over, licked the drip of come off my chin, and plunged her tongue into my mouth.
"Not bad," she pronounced. "Now where were we?"
Nora giggled. "I know where you two were, but meanwhile we two were in another place altogether!"
"No problem," I said, laughing. "We can be in both places."
"Definitely," said Amanda.
"What are we waiting for?" said Nora, and pushed Amanda back down on the carpet so she could resume nibbling and sucking Amanda's breast. I slid next to Amanda on the other side, raised up her near leg, and slid my cock back into her cunt, moving slowly. Amanda was in heaven. She hugged Nora's head close to her breast, and she kissed me deeply in rhythm with my cock motions.
After a while, Nora slid down and began tonguing Amanda's clitoris. I slipped out of Amanda's cunt to let Nora have a few sucks, with my cock in the groove of Amanda's swollen cunt lips, and then I slipped back inside as Nora resumed tonguing Amanda's clit. Amanda started beating her head on the carpet and thrashing her shoulders from side to side. She came hard, explosively, and tried to push Nora's head away, but Nora was hungry and kept flicking and sucking, and I pumped Amanda's cunt harder and faster with my cock, nearing my climax, and Amanda came again, and again, and again, and when I finally pumped her full of my come, she gasped for breath, the inside of her cunt spasmed involuntarily and pumped my cock in waves, up and down, and she beat her head from side to side and flailed her arms, and then breathed heavily, her breasts heaving and her heart pumping loudly for minutes, until she calmed and was still.
"Wow," she said, finally. What a great solstice party!" Nora and I looked at one another in satisfaction and agreement.
"Yes, it's been a great solstice party. We must do it again next year."
-- The End --