A VERY MERRY XXX-MAS: PART 3 OF 3
We arrived without further incident at Mike and Jillâs house. The place was packed so we walked right in to the living room where I whisked off Beckaâs leather raincoat.
At the sight of her in that bikini, a guy in an elf suit puffed out his cheeks and let loose with a puff of air we could almost feel from across the room. Half a dozen other men and women swiveled to look in the same direction. I could see eyes gleam, lips licked, nipples rise. To my surprise, Becka put her arms above her head and did a little wriggling two-step dance then wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep kiss.
When I pulled away, I noticed some other people staring at me and looked down: my cock, three inches sticking out of my fuzzy red jock strap. Damn if I didnât turn bright red.
I was saved by Mike clapping me on the back and turning me around. âRyan old buddy, great to see you.â He eyed Becka and stumbled out, âAnd⌠um⌠Fuck, Becka, thatâs hot!â
Jill saved all of us and arm and arm we headed to another room, dimly lit. âSo, guys, ready for your gifts?â
Becka and I looked at each other, puzzled. Mike said, âWhen Jill and I were at your house the other day we did some snooping on your computers. Seems you each have some fantasies you havenât told the other about so we decided to oblige with some early Christmas presents. Now, have an open mind!â
Mike pushed a switch and a spotlight came on across the room. Arms in padded manacles above his head was a well-built man, maybe thirty, not a stich of clothes on except a blindfold. I saw Becka gulp. I for once had penis envy. Eight inches of limp schlong hung between his legs and a pair of balls it would take Shaq to cup in one hand. Gently pushing Becka in that direction, Mike said, âYours!â
Jill clapped her hands together. Twinsâlong blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic buildâstepped into the room. She pointed at me and said, âHandmaidens, attend!!â
With that, Mike and Jill settled onto a long couch and began to get hot and heavy but never took their eyes off us.
âSooooâŚâ Becka started.
âAhhhh⌠Well, I guess itâs just porn, but in person, right?â
We both nodded and then at the same time, âIt is ChristmasâŚâ We also both knew that Mike and Jill were voyeurs so in essence we were there Christmas treat. Not wanting to insult our party hosts and ruin their own pleasure, we began to play with our presents.
My twins had my cape and jock strap off in an instant. My cock was so hard it flew up and hit my stomach with a loud âsmackâ!
Becka grabbed a ball in each fist and pulled down hard making her present grunt and then wrapped one hand around the gap so she could hold them both down with one hand. With the other she encircled that monster cock, growing inches by the second, and nearly dislocated her jaw to get his purple head in her mouth.
My attention was diverted as my presents began to get to work. One pair of hands crushed and massaged by ball sack while another pair, fully lubed, double stroked my ten inch length. She was jerking so hard that I thought she was more intent on ripping my cock out by the roots than getting me to cum but I wasnât going to interrupt her rhythm.
I looked over again and saw that Becka had improvised. Her bikini top was off and she had tied it around his ball sack so she could devote both hands to the larger task. And what a task it was fully erect at what must have been sixteen inches and a nine inch girth. I thought only donkeys had dicks like that⌠Mike had done good fulfilling Beckaâs secret fantasy.
Back to me⌠The Barbette twins were attacking with even more vigor and creativity. One was thrusting her finger up my anus and massaging my balls while the other was still jerking two-handed and sucking vigorously on the head of my cock. I couldnât get over the feeling of having this done by someone other than Becka while also looking at Becka jerking the biggest stick Iâd ever seen in my life.
Nevertheless, two 34D-23-34 nubile girls yanking and jabbing and pulling and sucking was making headway⌠to say the least. I could feel a load building and was tensing my legs for the inevitable shot when intense moaning and thrashing across the room distracted me.
Becka had conquered the monster. The man attached to it looked like he was trying to pull loose from the mooring bolt holding his arms above his head. Shit, I donât know, maybe when you have a dong like that you lose flow to the brain and go bat shit crazy.
I was mesmerized as a flood of liquid flowed out and over the massive head of his cock, coating Beckaâs hands. She must have thought heâd ejaculated because she stepped away. There was look of disappointment on her face. I guess she had expected a geyser.
As she walked toward me the man screamed, âFuck! FUCK!! Donât stop! Thatâs just precum!â
Becka looked at him, me, him, saw that I also was dribbling down my cock and made her decision. Looking at the Barbettes and pointing at the bound man she commanded, âHandmaidens attend!!â
They leapt to do her bidding almost tackling him in the process and within a minute he screamed, âAhhhhhh!!!!â A four foot long stream of yellowish cum flew across the room narrowly missing the two of us. The second one was blocked by one of the twinâs faces. They took turns gobbling down the third and fourth, like slacking their thirst at a high school water fountain.
Beckaâs jaw dropped during the entire scene and then she noticed my cock still standing straight up. With a bound, she wrestled me to the ground and rolled me on my back. Pulling aside her bikini bottom, she engulfed my cock and began to ride me like she was trying to break the Pony Express cross country delivery record.
Minutes of grinding, grinding, grinding. Gyrating, bouncing, her huge breasts jounced up and down and around making me dizzy. It took only a minute and she began to stiffen, shudder. She let out a piercing wail and collapsed on top of me every muscle in her body shivering and shaking uncontrollably. I convulsed and screamed stupidly, âIâm cumming,â and shot at least four loads deep inside her pussy.
Panting, out of breath, we both lay their exhausted, cum slowly leaking down her thighs and into my pubic hair.
Behind us a slow clap built to an uproarious applause. When we craned out necks around, we saw not only Mike and Jill but the entire party crowd paying tribute to our performance.
Mike yelled over the din, âAnd a very Merry Christmas was had by all!â
At the sight of her in that bikini, a guy in an elf suit puffed out his cheeks and let loose with a puff of air we could almost feel from across the room. Half a dozen other men and women swiveled to look in the same direction. I could see eyes gleam, lips licked, nipples rise. To my surprise, Becka put her arms above her head and did a little wriggling two-step dance then wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep kiss.
When I pulled away, I noticed some other people staring at me and looked down: my cock, three inches sticking out of my fuzzy red jock strap. Damn if I didnât turn bright red.
I was saved by Mike clapping me on the back and turning me around. âRyan old buddy, great to see you.â He eyed Becka and stumbled out, âAnd⌠um⌠Fuck, Becka, thatâs hot!â
Jill saved all of us and arm and arm we headed to another room, dimly lit. âSo, guys, ready for your gifts?â
Becka and I looked at each other, puzzled. Mike said, âWhen Jill and I were at your house the other day we did some snooping on your computers. Seems you each have some fantasies you havenât told the other about so we decided to oblige with some early Christmas presents. Now, have an open mind!â
Mike pushed a switch and a spotlight came on across the room. Arms in padded manacles above his head was a well-built man, maybe thirty, not a stich of clothes on except a blindfold. I saw Becka gulp. I for once had penis envy. Eight inches of limp schlong hung between his legs and a pair of balls it would take Shaq to cup in one hand. Gently pushing Becka in that direction, Mike said, âYours!â
Jill clapped her hands together. Twinsâlong blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic buildâstepped into the room. She pointed at me and said, âHandmaidens, attend!!â
With that, Mike and Jill settled onto a long couch and began to get hot and heavy but never took their eyes off us.
âSooooâŚâ Becka started.
âAhhhh⌠Well, I guess itâs just porn, but in person, right?â
We both nodded and then at the same time, âIt is ChristmasâŚâ We also both knew that Mike and Jill were voyeurs so in essence we were there Christmas treat. Not wanting to insult our party hosts and ruin their own pleasure, we began to play with our presents.
My twins had my cape and jock strap off in an instant. My cock was so hard it flew up and hit my stomach with a loud âsmackâ!
Becka grabbed a ball in each fist and pulled down hard making her present grunt and then wrapped one hand around the gap so she could hold them both down with one hand. With the other she encircled that monster cock, growing inches by the second, and nearly dislocated her jaw to get his purple head in her mouth.
My attention was diverted as my presents began to get to work. One pair of hands crushed and massaged by ball sack while another pair, fully lubed, double stroked my ten inch length. She was jerking so hard that I thought she was more intent on ripping my cock out by the roots than getting me to cum but I wasnât going to interrupt her rhythm.
I looked over again and saw that Becka had improvised. Her bikini top was off and she had tied it around his ball sack so she could devote both hands to the larger task. And what a task it was fully erect at what must have been sixteen inches and a nine inch girth. I thought only donkeys had dicks like that⌠Mike had done good fulfilling Beckaâs secret fantasy.
Back to me⌠The Barbette twins were attacking with even more vigor and creativity. One was thrusting her finger up my anus and massaging my balls while the other was still jerking two-handed and sucking vigorously on the head of my cock. I couldnât get over the feeling of having this done by someone other than Becka while also looking at Becka jerking the biggest stick Iâd ever seen in my life.
Nevertheless, two 34D-23-34 nubile girls yanking and jabbing and pulling and sucking was making headway⌠to say the least. I could feel a load building and was tensing my legs for the inevitable shot when intense moaning and thrashing across the room distracted me.
Becka had conquered the monster. The man attached to it looked like he was trying to pull loose from the mooring bolt holding his arms above his head. Shit, I donât know, maybe when you have a dong like that you lose flow to the brain and go bat shit crazy.
I was mesmerized as a flood of liquid flowed out and over the massive head of his cock, coating Beckaâs hands. She must have thought heâd ejaculated because she stepped away. There was look of disappointment on her face. I guess she had expected a geyser.
As she walked toward me the man screamed, âFuck! FUCK!! Donât stop! Thatâs just precum!â
Becka looked at him, me, him, saw that I also was dribbling down my cock and made her decision. Looking at the Barbettes and pointing at the bound man she commanded, âHandmaidens attend!!â
They leapt to do her bidding almost tackling him in the process and within a minute he screamed, âAhhhhhh!!!!â A four foot long stream of yellowish cum flew across the room narrowly missing the two of us. The second one was blocked by one of the twinâs faces. They took turns gobbling down the third and fourth, like slacking their thirst at a high school water fountain.
Beckaâs jaw dropped during the entire scene and then she noticed my cock still standing straight up. With a bound, she wrestled me to the ground and rolled me on my back. Pulling aside her bikini bottom, she engulfed my cock and began to ride me like she was trying to break the Pony Express cross country delivery record.
Minutes of grinding, grinding, grinding. Gyrating, bouncing, her huge breasts jounced up and down and around making me dizzy. It took only a minute and she began to stiffen, shudder. She let out a piercing wail and collapsed on top of me every muscle in her body shivering and shaking uncontrollably. I convulsed and screamed stupidly, âIâm cumming,â and shot at least four loads deep inside her pussy.
Panting, out of breath, we both lay their exhausted, cum slowly leaking down her thighs and into my pubic hair.
Behind us a slow clap built to an uproarious applause. When we craned out necks around, we saw not only Mike and Jill but the entire party crowd paying tribute to our performance.
Mike yelled over the din, âAnd a very Merry Christmas was had by all!â
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