The Easter Bunnies Cumming

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It was a different time. It was a younger time. It was a cumming of age time. One might say cumming was on mine and Rene’s mind all the time. Sensitivities were different. Knowledge of many things were different and learned slowly, intimately, often with great effort and reticence often brought about by the shyness of youth and reservations of opening up to the ignorance we wallowed in.

 

The major characters in this moment of time were myself, Rene, a lovely though politically insensitive black and white rabbit fur jacket, and a big plush pink bunny suit. All hopped down memories bunny trail to fatefully meet smack dab in the middle of the cosmic basket of my life.

 

Rene loved that fur jacket. Her long straight blond hair framed her delicate features and came to rest pleasingly upon her accented fur covered shoulders. It soon became a favorite amorous prop of hers.  The jacket would end perfectly above her heart shaped derriere. Her slim waist and sometime incongruously bare midriff despite the weather’s necessitating a fur jacket were beside the point. Once we were snuggled in our bunny hutch she hopped about in tiny lace panties and furry bunny jacket. This tableau often had me bursting early and often. My own personal fears, though Rene would fulsomely claim otherwise, was way too early way too often. But that chapter of irrational youthful exuberance was drawing to a close as spring time approached.

 

Still memories lingered back to the Christmas morning when I gifted dear Rene with that bunny jacket. She actually squealed with delight at un-boxing this furry delight. She hugged it tight to her firm young bosom until her wintry robe fell to the floor and the jacket took over her short teddy nightie.

 

She found a full length mirror and preened to her heart’s content while I enjoyed the view with rising anticipatory erectus. Her long legs exaggerated by the hefty furry enrapture was an optical illusion to my roiling limbic system’s delight.

 

Soon her legs enwrapped me as I licked her quivering bunny snatch while my eyes peer over her blond fringed bunnies mound as she hugged my primitive gift of animal fur close her her pitter pattering heart. I could feel her heart thrumming through my tongue as It glided hippity hoppity through her flowery flowing furrows. But when I pierced her molten snatch I burst forth almost immediately in my heated lustful excitement.

 

Far from appearing disappointed, she covered me in sweet kisses and affections until it was time for us to make our holiday rounds.

 

As I drove to her parents house for our big Christmas dinner Rene was unusually snuggly next to me crowding my end of the long front bench seat of my big ol Bonneville. She felt warm and soft next to me as the big V-8 engines heat exchange kept the car interior toasty. Good thing because she worked my stick out of my holiday suit and played with my four on the floor intently and lovingly all over the river and through the woods.  By the time we pulled up to grandmother’s house her sweet blond head dropped to my lap and swallowed me whole forthwith.. Because of my highly charged state from her holiday drive handy work it just took a couple of bobs in her tasty mouth while I caressed her bunny fur covered back for me to cum copiously in her mouth. She swallowed me all up deftly leaving nary a drop on my holiday finery. As she reclined back resplendent in her fur she brought to mind Guinevere in her winter coach being delivered to King Arthur’s Court in the movie Camelot. She was every bit as fine as Julie Christie as she straightened her make up in her compact mirror. She smiled sweetly and asked slyly, “Ready for Mummy and Daddy?”

 

After the grilling from her family and their marked disapproval of me spending my money on such an extravagance of a fur jacket, bunny or not, we had a good meal , gift exchange, and libations. A good time was had by all.

 

Fatigued and on our way to my family’s Christmas Night light supper and gift exchange Rene was more subdued during that drive, but just as lovely. My parents being older than hers I think she felt more sexually repressed in their expectant presence as only more antiquated  generations can deliver.

 

So when we arrived at my place with bellies full and plum tuckered out from the day we fell into sweet dreams in each others arms with little more than a lick and a promise of future follies.

 

It was the next few months of cold winter snuggling that made me realize that the gift of animal pelts still cut deep in the thoroughly modern psyche of young woman of that time. Or at least it clearly hit Rene right smack dab in her libido.

 

To say the least, her interest in sex was altered. Frequency, variety in locations, positions, amazing feats of daring do, not to mention trying new things too. Was it the jacket? Was it the times? Was it her growth as a woman? I will never know. All I know is our sexual detente menu went from me cajoling, coaxing, and sometimes down right pleading; to her staking her claim as a full appetite sexually wanton being.

 

I was in heaven.

 

She would show up at my door at all times. The fur covering her usually scantily clad top with either hip hugger jeans  poised perfectly on her full womanly hips below. Sometime a peasant skirt with nothing else underneath was the temptation dujour. When weather started to warm the fur coat was only thing between the world and her sweet swelling protruding pink nippled breasts. Of what joy it was to unwrap her on those occasions.

 

Or I would come home to find her curled up on the couch wearing only brief black panties, fur jacket open enough to tease the swell and curve of her champagne glass sized boobs. We would spend hours petting, fondling, fingering, kissing, and  licking each other. Sadly even with all this action, the excitement of my newly unbridled nymph, when I entered her what little control I had once had was gone and I would cum buckets full of rich creamy jizz deep inside my beloved. She was always discreet about her orgasms, but now they were shivers at best from my penetrating efforts. Still she seemed satisfied from our oral and sleight of hand communions.

 

Of course the more I tried to not cum  it seemed the briefer our copulation encores became. Still every chance she would service me anywhere with her sweet rose bud mouth and I would slather adoration between her sweet gapped thighs at every opportunity.

 

Winter turned to spring. I was out killing time at second hand shops working on my fashion sense and searching for items that would fuel Rene’s new found delight in playing dress up fuck fuck games.

 

There it was.

 

A big pink faux fur bunny suit. Resplendent with floppy ears. Buck teeth. A fluffy white tail and a very thoughtful back trap door and discreet front button fly. I knew what I had to do. Being ever cautious about garments from second hand shops my first stop was a dry cleaner. After all the inner tag of the Bugs suit said dry clean only and the little woman behind the counter did not bat an eye when I presented her with her task at hand. Clearly she had stranger ducks on her counter than this pink bunny suit. It would be ready the Thursday before Easter. Perfect.

 

Thursday after work I made the bunny stop at the dry cleaners and went straight home. Rene was coming over per our plans, but I was not sure exactly when. All I had to do was strip down , shower, bunny up and wait. I was in my favorite chair waiting when I heard her key in the door. When she opened the door she looked like she had just stepped out of the iconic scene from “Pretty Woman” Knee high heeled black boots, booty short black mini skirt, topped off with her black and white rabbit fur jacket. For some reason she had also curled her hair into big hair territory. This was not your mama’s Rene from down the block. She was a full tilt fantasy. I could see her pause for a moment. At first she seemed unsure about being presented with a big pink bunny sitting where she expected to see me. I was not about to wait around for introductions. I stood and my stiff steely cock popped right out of the open button fly of bunny-land. With a glance she recognized me.

 

“Well hello Easter Bunny.”

 

As I made my approach her hand instinctively reached for the matter bobbing between us. I deftly sidestepped and smoothed her bunny fur cover shoulders and led her to our table. My hands slid between her open jacket front and smoothed her sides with just a glancing caress of her breasts as I took her by her hips and bent her over the table. A brief journey up her mini skirt found her panties which I pulled down too her ankles in one fell swoop. I pried the filly pantie from one booted ankle but purposely left it loitering around her other ankle for aesthetic effect. With her skirt up over her perfect heart shaped behind I ran my hands over the soft luscious bunny fur on her back as I entering her deep with nary a how do ya do. She was molten, viscous, and very ready. My hands moved under her coat know and found her delicious erect nipples while I cupped her perfectly formed tits in my greedy bunny gloved hand. I think the glove fabric rubbing her tender tits made her gasps and I felt an initial pleasure spasm around my still fully immersed cock. Her snatch was needy and clutching as I pulled out. Next thrust gave way gradually as if her cunt was trying to feel every slick throbbing measure of my intrusion deep down into her sweet swale swatch of heaven. Her distended clitoris caressed my balls each time I paused my plunge deep inside and stirred her steamy rabbit hole. Being inside Rene was glorious and I would dawdle deep with in her, stirring my prick inside as to whip her into a frothy frenzy. At first I felt her fingers playing with her clit from below. Then as I stirred the pot some more I felt them cradle my balls as they worked with her furrows. So focused was I on her moans and quivering machinations below I had lost all track of the fine furious fucking we were doing. I was in the moment. I was in Rene and all other matters dissipated. Then she came like never before. Soaking me, the table and the bunny suit. Never had she made such a ruckus while we humped.

 

I still had yet to say a word, but I know my moans were in harmony with hers. She took me by my still hard and unspent cock and led me to the bed. She fell on her back, the coat was open her blouse was unbuttoned, by which I mean all the buttons were now gone in my frenzied frolic, revealing to my eyes those perfect breasts and nipples to be fondled. This time with visual guidance more precision was achieved. She wailed as her feet found my shoulders with the white pantie flying from one leg as a sign of complete surrender.  I stumbled in deep from above. She came again leaving her eyes glassy. She began talking incoherent bunny filth about filling her basket, tweaking her pink jelly beans harder, make my peeps go squish, and ram that big white chocolate bunny into me all the way to its big clumsy feet.

 

“Oh thank you Easter Bunny!” she moaned to which we parroted our favorite Cadbury eggs commercial with a hearty ”Buck Buck.”

 

Laughing we came again. We collapsed on the bed. She ripped my bunny head off and covered me in deep passionate kisses for the rest of that weekend. When we weren’t fucking like rabbits of course.  

 

Why hiding under a big pink bunny suit would help me out of my premature dilemma is another one of life’s many mysteries. Thank you Easter Bunny indeed.

 

First drafts may not be the best drafts but they sure are fun. P.S.

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3. Debbie Do

 

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When I arrived home that evening all was quiet. Which was fine with me. The weekend had been invigorating, and the show Debbie had provided for me that evening certainly had my energies flowing. Perhaps more energies than I wanted considering my limited options for utilizing them right now. So I poured myself a cocktail and rested a bit before cleaning up the apartment from the carnage left by the romping weekend spent with Rene. All in all life was good. As I sipped the Makers Mark I was considering just what little Debbie’s story was. Either she was the consummate tease or she had an agenda. Her being an intelligent woman the coin could fall either way on that bit of speculation.

 

I cleaned up and by the time I was finished it was only ten pm. The drink and the movement had me fully awake as did the replay in my mind of the scene Debbie performed for me on my office couch. I figured a phone call to Debbie wouldn’t be totally out of order. After all that’s what answering machines are for. She could easily ignore the call. But I could make it clear she had gotten my attention.

 

The phone seemed to ring endlessly and just before I hung up Debbie picked up and said breathlessly, “So are you still sitting there with your pecker in your hand?”

 

“How did you know it was me?”

 

“I knew.” she exhaled roughly.

 

“Well. No. But I am seriously considering putting it back there.” I replied. “Want to come out for a drink?”

 

“I’m busy right now. How about after work tomorrow.” she said amidst some indistinct rustling. “I’ve got to go. Tomorrow.” she gasped and hung up.

 

Hmmm. Oh well. Time to sleep.

 

The next day at work was rather quiet. The clients came in and approved the final cut so the rest of the day was just paperwork and waiting for approval. I saw little of Debbie that day except for a brief visit. I was taking a last look at the cut before turning it over to the assistant to start preliminary prep for the finish. Around lunchtime Debbie came in and stood behind me. While I was watching the cut Debbie moved closer and leaned forward placing those spectacular breasts on the back of my neck. She then reached down and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh giving the knob of my cock a brush with her fingers while whispering, “So are we having that drink tonight.” As she did that I noticed Pam walk by and see us. Pam was about Debbie’s height, light blond curly hair that bobbed as she walked. She had nice sized breasts, but no match for Debbie’s rack. She caught a glimpse of Debbie pressing her boobs against my neck but just proceeded on her way with no reaction. Debbie walked out and said, “After work then.”

 

At the end of the day I called Debbie’s office line and set the place for our after work liaison. It was not our usual company watering hole and Debbie said, “Good, I’ve got to finish up here. I’ll be there about six thirty.”

 

I was done at six so headed over to stake out a table. It was a small place that stayed open til four A.M. It was not a usual stop for our crowd until after two A.M., which would mean Debbie and I could keep this meeting private for now. When Debbie arrived we chatted a bit about the day and then she asked with a totally straight face, “So why did you call me last night?”

 

“Well I had been thinking about you after your little exhibition yesterday. Why do you think I called you?”

 

“Oh that.” she said and ran her tongue along the rim of her Martini glass. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Did you enjoy that?” she quipped.

 

“It got my attention, that is for sure.”

 

“Good, and you calling me was a good start. So what did you want?”

 

“Well, I was thinking I could come over and lend a hand from where you left off in my office,” I said feeling encouraged.

 

“Aren’t you the chivalrous gentleman.” she remarked in her noncommittal way. ”I suppose you want to have a few cocktails here and then head back to the office and fuck my brains out on the conference table.”

 

“That’s a thought.” I said slyly through my best Cheshire cat grin.

 

“Well your not doing me like Cheryl on that conference room table. Ever.” Debbie stated flatly.

 

I choked a bit on my drink and looked into Debbie’s now defiant brown eyes. She continued, “It was just a few weeks after I started there. I was struggling to keep up with the workload and working late. Cheryl told me she had something to take care of and would be in the conference room. I had a question and went up to find her. I walked in to see her long legs sticking up in the air and you pounding into her while she was splayed out on the table. I admit I was taken a back, but I couldn’t turn away as I watched your skinny little ass bouncing on that Amazon bitch. She must of fucked everyone of you editor boys, and made no secret about it amongst us women. Even me, and I was brand new. But that’s when I saw it. You pulled way up an out of her big nasty pussy and I was transfixed as I saw that enormous knob on your cock split her wide as you pulled it up and out and then rammed it home again. I almost came right there watching that knob split her wide. I got out quietly, not that either one of you would have noticed, but I have thought of the size of that monster head on your dick ever since.”

 

Cheryl was the ultimate wild woman ride. She was close to six feet tall, long legs that spread out to a rump that was always sheathed in jeans. Cheryl knew the luscious visual effect those jeans gave that ass of hers. Her waist and tummy were slim with just a hint of muffin top above those ever present jeans. Her shoulders broadened out to support the massive tits she sported. They were big or bigger than Debbie’s, but because of Cheryl’s size they were not as obvious as little Debbie’s. Cheryl always seemed to be wearing blouses that buttoned down the front. I always figured it was her way of controlling the amount of cleavage shown to match her mood. But you didn’t need cleavage to visualize the awe inspiring puppies hidden in her blouse. She also wore her hair long. It hung down to the top of her ass stopping just short of hiding the open invitation of her glorious behind.

 

No one came out unscathed from a dalliance with Cheryl. She was a hickey giving, scratch manufacturing machine during her tempestuous fucking embrace. I knew exactly the time Debbie was talking about because aside from having the goal of sucking or fucking every man in the editing house, she also wanted to be had in every suite and office in the place. She was working her way up to the owner and I was apparently the next in line.

 

I had been screening dailies in the conference room with clients and they had just packed up and left. The assistant had packed up the footage and was gone as well. I was just finishing my notes to leave for the assistant to organizing into select rolls in the morning. I looked up and saw Cheryl by the door. She strolled in and started unbuttoning her blouse. I remember asking her if everyone had left and she simply said, ”Yep.” She apparently lied. Go figure.

 

As she slowly peeled her blouse off her shoulders and reached back to relieve herself of her brassiere she said, “I don’t think I have fucked you in this room yet.” I nodded in agreement. As she peeled her jeans off she made sure to turn around so I could view her butt and pussy as she bent down to work her jeans over her feet. While bent over she looked back at me and said, “Are you ready for this?” I took a deep breath and nodded.

 

“Well then get over here,” she said as she stood up and faced me in her full frontal splendor. As I walked across the room towards this statuesque dame I undid belt, button, and zipper of my trousers and let them fall. She slowly dropped to her knees while lowering her head to engulf me in her moist full lipped mouth. Her lips slipped over the head of my cock. She cupped my balls in her hand as I slid into her throat. Cheryl would twist her head from side to side with each deep swallow of the shaft sending her long hair flying from side to side with each lunge of her head. I grabbed handfuls of her long brown hair and held on for dear life as she began bobbing her head and furiously sucking my cock. Everything was furious with Cheryl. Once you got going with Cheryl there was no talking. Just grunting. She was not a screamer, nor a moaner. She growled, purred, and sometimes made sounds that were beyond description.

 

At this point I pulled her to her feet by the fists full of hair I had and began sucking on those enormous breasts while jamming three fingers into her soaking cunt. For such big tits her nipples were small, brown and taut. With Cheryl and me it was always a contest of who could fuck who into submission. I lifted her up by her snatch and slid her butt across the conference room table leaving a trail of her juices behind. I pounced on her and slid my dick between those voluptuous hooters as she pushed them together with both her hands to fully envelope me. As I violently pumped that valley I pushed a little to far and Cheryl quickly leaned her head forward and got her teeth over the prodigious knob at the end of my pecker and clamped down harder than I would have liked. She pulled her head back pulling my balls between those tits of hers. While clamping my balls between her boobs she began to give that enormous plum on the head of my cock the licking of a lifetime. She then raked my chest with her nails, pushed me back on the conference room table and mounted me like the Amazon cowgirl she was. The sight of her long hair flying and breasts flopping as she rode me up and down had me gasping and grunting. She would rise up clamping her cunt around me until almost releasing me from her pussy only to slam down on it hard with a deep grunt. Then she would swirl her hips grinding that dripping snatch on my balls only to rise up triumphantly again to the top of the knob with her snapping pussy grasping it vise like and wriggle her hips up there. I would feel her tense, then slam down again with tits bouncing in all directions. By the time I flipped Cheryl on her back I was oblivious to everything but being enveloped in her twat as he knockers spread out and rhythmically bounced with each of my downward thrusts. As I spurted my fiery load into her she writhed beneath me clamping her clutching cunt all around my throbbing pole.

I remember wondering if she would make her unemployed loser of a husband eat her tonight with the remnants of my come still oozing out of her. Office rumor had it that she would torment this guy after fucking one of us with tales of her office adventures. Eventually her sad sack husband found a job out of town and he and Cheryl moved on. I always wondered if she was using us all as a motivator to spur him on. Marriages are a funny thing. But Cheryl left her mark on more than a few here.

 

“Well you are never doing me in the office like that,” stated Debbie as she busted in on my reverie.

 

“I understand, but..”

 

Debbie cut me off.

 

“Yes I know I took a taste last Friday, but that was just something to get your attention. If you want more you can come visit me at my place. But always call first,” she warned as she leaned forward displaying that marvelous cleavage while running her hand up my thigh and tapping the tip of my cock.

 

“How about tonight,” I asked eagerly.

 

“Not tonight pumpkin, tomorrow.” she smiled suggestively and poured the last of her Martini down her throat. A bit dribbled down her chin to the top of her breast. I just stared at the shimmering drop that was just where I wanted to be. Debbie gently rubbed it off with more cupping of her breast than was necessary and said,”Ciao” as she left.

I went back to the office to collect my briefcase which I had left in hopes of returning with Debbie and packed up. Pam was still there and seemed surprised to see me and asked, “Need anything?”

 

I had a brief impure thought, but knowing Pam and Debbie were friends I saw no need in taking any chances when the Debbie Double D Booby prizes where so near to my grasp.

 

“I’m good,” I said.

 

“Ciao” said Pam and I watched her curly blondie blond hair flip and bounce as her generous keyster wiggled out the door.

My First Stud

Sindy’s eyes caught me first. But as we conversed I was riveted by the little metal ball in the midst of her clever and enticing tongue. Her body; butt, breasts, legs, and taut tummy all became secondary. Yes she was beautiful, sassy, and bold.  But that glistening silver orb sparkled in my minds eye.

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I flashed back to my first beloved and the intimidating full metal rubber banded grill work of the time. The memory and feel of cold steel after she had slurped a Slurpee and then would give me a sound and righteous slurping made me shiver with delight. The impending danger as the unforgiving teeth of my zipper would poise dangerously close to my hardened but not indestructible cock as it made its way betwixt her unskilled mouth full orthodontic braces. But those initial scars healed and her mouth became exquisite and masterful over the years.

No learning curve was required upon my first and only encounter with Sindy’s tongue pole on my usually wizened but now extraordinarily rejuvenated and stiff pole. She had me gasping as her tongue bar slid up the underside of my erection to the tender spot just below the pinnacle of sweet ecstasy which burst all over my first stud.

TMI Tuesday: January 8, 2019

He’s Under Here

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Believe Me

 

New Year. New Hopes. And another new TMI Tuesday. Cheers!

Fill in the blanks.

1. I want to repeat then pete again .
2. I want to lose this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha that keeps whispering wisdom in my ear.
3. I want to gain insight into why this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha keeps whispering wisdom in my ear.
4. I want to enjoy the moment.
5. I want to savor the moment after.
6. I need more moments.

Bonus: I will succeed in understanding what this ancient cockroach in a sombrero named Don Brew Ha Ha is telling me.

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When Journals End

December 31

 

Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journals I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job.

 

Here I am on the cusp of my marriage.  Up until now the real events of the Halloween “concert” alluded me. Now not just marriage but with a bonus child coming seven months later. Sure I had only seriously dated the woman for eight months before this. Four months before I decided to commit and stopped fucking the other two women in my life.  But she fooled me. She stopped taking her birth control pills without telling me two months before.

 

She said she did not have the money. But she made a good living.  Since we had for all intents and purposes living together these past few months I might question her expenses. Other than keeping her tiny studio apartment I estimated them to be minimal.

 

But I am a fool in love.

 

Her big blue eyes and bigger soft as a bunny tits, thin waist, and curvy behind had won me. Really it was her simple southern ways and homeyness that she displayed that made me forgo the pleasures of my more experienced, adventurous, and sometimes tandem two toned lover’s beds. The prospect of monogamy and “settling down” seemed more likely with Toni.  The years since Rene I had much sowing and reaping of wild grains on my part; but I was pining for the fiords of a deep, meaningful, and possible everlasting  love.

 

The  romantic in me will out every time.

 

So as I go through things that I may not want to drag forward into this new relationship I found those journals from my past. Out of the pages of scribbles and typed pages on the boat anchor weight Underwood typewriter ensconced in my coach house it raised questions within me.  Why that journal? Why from that year?

 

The long forgotten events of a long forgotten Halloween night. Here is more baggage I need to remove before I start my new life with Toni.

 

What is most troubling is what was forgotten and now remembered with today’s clarity.  What happened that Halloween night has been revealed to me in High Definition that was not possible then. The events of the spring and summer of my shipping clerk days flooded back to me. It all seemed to make sense now. Those events are freshly etched in my soon to be family man psyche. I need to exorcise these memories and move on.

 

I will do it on the pages to follow along for myself and see if it is still clearly defined once written down.

 

First memory that flooded back was how that Halloween day started. The minute I got to the warehouse I was immediately sent over to work with Ellen Joy.

 

We started our day together as always. Three bong hits each. No more. No less. Today she was wearing her, what I can best describe as floppy hippie hat. It was perched atop her long flowing brown curls. This was no perm. This was hair she had been growing a long long time and it shimmered in the morning light.

 

Perhaps the dope made it shimmer more. I knew creeper weed and this was creeping up slow and steady.

 

Soon I was being ridden by this full figured woman who was chanting,  “Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.” Her floppy hippie hat above open blouse with a black silk scarf slung low around her waist were all in motion. She was perspiring platinum. Breast’s lost their fleshy bounce once fully out of her blouse to become still beacons in the morning light. She glowed. Oh, how she glowed.   I marveled at how my cock disappeared into that full curly bush . I was pushing up on my feet, lifting her on my pelvis and arching my back high off her sloshing slapping water bed.

 

As I pushed repeatedly into that thick black bush. I began to feel I was being swallowed up in a deep lush forest. Except what was once warm wet and wonderful, was becoming wiggly, wormy, and dank. I could swear the black curly hairs, once soft and inviting, were becoming constrictive and stifling. I could not breath and my cock felt coaxed by thick black tentacles and powerful suction.

 

The hairy black tentacles grasped and entwined me and Ellen’s crotch opened wider and wider as if it were a gaping maw. It pulled me up into her gaping box by my balls. Her unholy twat pulled my balls within her as if to swallow them up like Rocky Mountain oysters. Her usually hot wet cunt was cold as icy death itself.

 

Her voice husky and breathy repeating over and over , “Flesh of my flesh. Bone of my bone ….”

 

It was then that the metamorphosis of Ellen Joy transpired. She became the youthful and bouncy boobed Jo Jo. The same Jo Jo I knew only in passing and who was to accompany Tami with me to the concert tonight. But why am I fucking Jo Jo now. Tami was to be my date tonight I thought incoherently. As I was mesmerized by sweat shimmering bouncing brown tipped tawny boobs it was….

 

Fade to black for me.

Doors Closed and Doors Opened

Rene:

Our first Christmas together. I wanted everything perfect. Parents gone for a tropical Christmas cruise. But not before we all put up the family Christmas tree in our front room. I’m home from University on winter break so we spent the last night before their departure trimming the tree with all my favorite ornaments and bubble lights.

It’s Christmas Eve and he is coming over. Haven’t seen him since Thanksgiving.

Every week we are apart I ached. I fretted too. He has a new career. He is making money. No longer the broke student I met at the roller rink last summer. I was eighteen, fresh outta high school in skimpy shorts and even skimpier halter top. Skating tall on my high white lace up roller skates. I wasn’t sure if it was the skating rinks cranked up air conditioning, or how cool he looked in his tight black T-shirt and jeans, but my nipples were hard pressed against the halters thin fabric when I accidentally on purpose rolled into him on the floor. He was not a great skater and we nearly went down there in the middle of the rink, rather than later that night when I went down on him in his parked car.

The rest of that summer was a blur, and off I went to University. So instead of experiencing all the strange new boys at school, I lay aching, touching, dreaming, and fingering myself to the tune of my man back home.

His new job kept him busy with all those ambitious power suited downtown advertising women. Between his schedule and the dorm housing situation of my first year away at school we were only able to share a few furious weekend fucks in the college town’s cheap roadside motel.

But for the next four days we have my family home. Familiar, expansive, clean, and all ours. I plan to fuck him in every bed in the place. From my Daddy’s little princess canopy bed to the King Size luxury mattress that my parents sexlessly slumber upon. We are going to give every surface in this house whatfore this Yuletide season.

But first I plan on fucking him under this tree. I have the Santa hat, the peppermint striped thigh high stockings. The come fuck me high heels and I am wrapped in a festive snuggly silky red robe over nothing but my freshly showered and scented self.

The doorbell rings and I let him in.  To begin this night his “I am getting laid” grin floats up from between my sopping thighs.  The grin raises to tend to my very erect and screaming for attention nipples. They are bursting from his cavalier Cheshire Cat nibble and lick. Then his grin is under me as the enormous knob on the end of his cock splits me wide while I ride him in full view my family’s hearth hung stockings. The grin goes as he comes.

Debbie:

It’s been a year of his bullshit. I left a good job in the hope of removing the impediment of being co-workers stopping this “relationship” from moving forward.

Ha!

Relationship?

Him showing up in the wee hours of the morning, reeking of booze, and me taking him into my bed, with stops on the floor, and the couch, and the kitchen table for him to fuck me in whatever twisted way his devious delicious mind thought up at the saloon while drinking with….clients.

Like hell.

Re-lay-shun-ship in-deed.

So here I am on yet another Christmas night after spending it with my mom, and sisters, and sisters boy friends, and sisters husbands, and enduring their questions, and what ifs, and what abouts, and how about so and so. Or I have the nicest guy at work…. Blah. Blah Blah.

“Oh, thanks all. But tonight I have a man coming over who is going to fuck me blue. I will be screaming his name during streaming, reaming, rippling orgasm after orgasm.  By 9 pm tonight this not so nice guy will be licking me clean and starting over again.”

Why?

Because he can.

Because I let him.

Because…

He knocks. Before you can say Merry Christmas I am on my knees before him. My mouth accommodating that large luscious knob his dick works valiantly to uphold and know it will be mine again and again. Where I want it.  How long I want it. Deep into me. Deep into this Christmas Fuckfest of a Night.

I’ll confront him in the morning.

Moving On:

There I was kneeling between Toni’s legs. Her ass was perched nicely on the top of my thighs giving me a panoramic view of her splayed moist offering. My hands cradled her rump. Guided it where I wanted her cunt to go. She purred below. My balls nuzzled her puffy and slippery pussy fronds. Spreading her ever so poignantly with precision ball sack placement.  Lifting her ass in my hands brought my cock to perch pleasingly on the hairy chestnut patch which crowned her prominent mound. Her scent wafted to my nose enticing me.

A moment of indecision arose.

I did not know if I wanted to admire her, eat her, or fuck her. Her sumptuous spread confronted me quizzically as her buns resided in the palms of my hands. Her tummy was soft and alabaster, Her great breasts with barely defined and irregularly shaped large pink patch areolas lay proudly displayed while creeping up towards her chin. The result of gravity from the slope created by her butt’s position now raised in my hands over my kneeling thighs. Big light brown curled hair was spread all over the mattress framing her soft blue eyed features.

She had spent the Christmas party shimmying these hips, rubbing those tits, batting those big pretty blue eyes at everybody she thought would help advance her career goals for me. To raise our soon to be community property value.  At the same time she was marking her territory for every female coworker who had, or she perceived ever had, or entertained the thought of having me. Only through extreme feminine poise and cunning did she keep herself from falling completely out of that little black party dress through the night. Now that I had relieved her of that and her little black holiday brassiere and lacy color coordinated panties, I could see she had powdered herself profusely and made allowances for the generous cleavage she had displayed for all my male and female coworkers at the company Christmas party. Face, neck, shoulders and tits were made up for the festivities. The shocking red lipstick was outstanding on professionally blushed cheeks and the perfect application of foundation. Brows and lids were highlighted to set off her azure eyes.

Decision made, I moved her calves onto my shoulders and bowed in reverence for the feast I was about to partake of.

I wonder if she will taste different now that I know she is with child?

Oh What Child Is This

Oleo Holiday

He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior, the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.

 

Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman. She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance. She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show off her boyfriend to her new coworkers. Well maybe he was not exactly her boyfriend. But certainly her date for the evening and long term, well, lover for sure.

 

He had spent the last five years focused on his career since the break up with his high school “sweetie”.  His old sweetheart was a tall small breasted icy woman, so he had been wallowing in the variety nature had to offer, vigorously dating all personality and body types. Rejected frequently. Accepted enough to be satisfied with the sampling. Of late he had focused in on three delicious women. All three different. But with two things in common. All three had great tits. Yes, he had a fixation.

 

They were Coco, Toni, and Nancy. Tonight he was taking Coco to her company holiday party. Coco was the woman he had been “seeing” the longest.  Although he had met Toni only a month after the demise of his childhood romance, he had not started dating her regularly until just a few months ago. Nancy had become a Friday night after work regular, who also knew Coco from the days when they all worked at the same organization. Nancy was a single mom and Friday nights were her nights to herself. Often his nights to have her as well.

 

Toni was still in full take me to dinner, a show, then you can fuck me transactional relationship motif.  Saturday nights were with her. But neither he nor Toni was ready to do the next morning wake up together routine. That was fine with him. That freed up late Saturday, early Sundays for Coco. He liked fucking three women one after the other on a given weekend. But lately he missed the simpler more conventional committed relationship. So he knew a decision and two disappointed amours where on the agenda early next year.

 

Even though he always called first, Coco did not like that he would come over to her apartment late at night with only one thing in mind. Two things really. Her tits. Coco knew he only fucked her the first time because of her tits. They were a headliner in any venue. But he kept coming back for more. She hoped more would develop and had even changed employers in the hopes that distance would facilitate a real relationship. But lately she could tell he had come from being with another woman, and still she would let him in because she knew what she would get. She knew she would get it again in the morning too. She knew he would wake up in her bed and he would be hers all day long. Those were the best days. Coco wondered from time to time if it was Nancy he was coming from. Coco knew her. Coco knew he still saw Nancy. Nancy and her had fucked him together once. Only once. Nancy and Coco had been a couple but Nancy never slept with Coco again after that. She missed her. Coca had been with her enough to believe she knew her scent and this was a different flavor.

 

But tonight he would be all hers Coco thought as she put the final touches on her new party dress . It was flowing off her frame just right for a night of dancing. The plunging neckline showed off her best assets perfectly. Good thing he had bought her that expensive snuggly coat to keep her warm on the taxi ride to the party. Coco did a final adjustment on her garter belt and stockings. She knew that secret knowledge of her undergarments would have him hard as a rock all night long. Men and their ways Coco thought.

 

He knew Coco was the best lover on his weekend wanderings. Maybe the best lay he had in his life. She was inventive, unpredictable, full of surprises. Oh those tits. Big, round, firm, yet supple and soft. He could watch them bounce as she rode him from above or as she was sprawled beneath him on her back and all places in between. He could not take his eyes off them. Maybe long enough to look into Coco’s eyes when she came. Her facial contortions and glassy eyes were his inspiration to make her tits bounce again until she came in a magnificent show of twitching moaning ecstasy. He could make her cum a lot. She made him cum in quarts. So why did he know she would not be his final choice?  He knew because something intangible was lacking between. Something he did not find in Coco.

 

The doorbell rang. Coco opened the door and in he strode. She form fitted her supple body against his. He  leaned in and kissed her long and hard and said, “Taxi is waiting outside. Ready?” Coco kept her breasts pressed against him just long enough to make her excuses for a few final touches. An unrefusable proposition. He knew that worst case scenario the taxi driver would scoot with the extra cash he tossed his way to get him to wait and a new cab would have to be hailed. But that last full tit press was worth it. Coco was worth it. He knew he would chicken out tonight, fuck Coco for the last time, and break the news to her after the holidays. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but he could not resist Coco’s allure.  He hoped he could resist her allure after the news was broken. She made everything hard.

 

The party was as festive and boisterous as Christmas office parties could be. Oh how Coco danced. He loved dancing with Coco from her shimmy shaking to her melting into him on a slow dance. He also enjoyed watching her dance with others. Coco was a willing dance partner to both men and women. He would catch glimpses of her stocking tops, or her low cut dress being lower and more cutting during her gyrations. He loved how her olive skin collected a dewy sheen when she perspired.  When she sat down beside him for a break before hitting the floor again he lifted a small drop from her cheek with his finger and savored her taste.

 

Then he caught a whispered catty comment from one of Coco’s office cohorts. “Coco is gunna get some Hardrock tonight just where she likes it.” He didn’t care for the nickname he had been given by some of the women he had dillyed more than he had dallied with in his more diverse post break up dating days. But he had earned it. He knew he had earned it numerous times with the catty whisperer. Tonight he planned to embrace that nickname until Coco was fully spent and satisfied.

 

On the cab ride home that cartoon song found it’s way back into his noggin, so he sang it for Coco.  “Oleo lady o lady io….” making her laugh all the way home. She had wanted to take him in her mouth to get him and herself warmed up.  She loved his cock, but she had blown him in a cab before so a repeat performance would have just been gilding this lily of an evening. He had never sang a whole silly song to her without a care of the apparent annoyance to the cab driver. In the end cabbie was happy because Hardrock was a big tipsey tipper.

 

Even after slowly undressing Coco those dang cartoon lyrics were still running through his head. She spread herself out on her over-sized bed and he knelt between her thighs. From his vantage point her tits were mountains on the horizon.  He reached out for them while giving her some serious side to side head. Because of her short stature and his long arms he was able to firmly grab her two glorious tits with his tongue teasing her inner thighs. He heard in his head “Donner and Blitzen away away” and he started to think those were fine names for her boobs. He could not help himself and he started humming the song while his tongue slithered in her slippery twat. She purred, “I know that song” and he felt her pussy pucker around his tongue while she laughed out loud.

 

She watched his head lift out of her snatch as he rose between her legs. The bed was the perfect height for him to stand and enter her while she was on her back. Coco put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs back to her chest and then spread her legs wide. She knew he liked an unobstructed view of her tits when he banged her in this fashion.

 

He knew the time was right for a full piston press while using his fingers to push that now erect button her parted dark pink curtain had revealed for him. He circled the sleds around her sweet spot and went in for a deep impale. As he stroked in and out he heard “Santa is busy with his magic sack. He trusts his reindeer and never looks back.”

 

“Back! That’s the ticket.” he felt the inspiration rise in him.

 

He flipped her over to all fours, reached under and cradled Donner and Blitzen while teasing a reentry ever so slightly into her from behind. Her little ass waggled and he teased again ever so gently with the tip. He cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples until she pleaded  “Harder Hardrock. Harder.” She knew she had slipped calling him by his office nickname. But tonight he was living up to it. He was thrusting away full hilt and that was when Coco did what she always did. Fell forward breasts flattened to the mattress and little rump raised up to receive. He never told her this always disappointed him. He lost access to caressing her wonderful breasts, not to mention full immersion into her.

 

She never told him that the full penetration he made when she was on all fours was uncomfortable and occasionally painful which is why she would fall forward and flatten out.  She would endure his mad dog humping fury as long as she could in that pose. She knew he really liked it that way. She could feel him grow stiffer and longer when she was mounted so.  She also knew he would never even try that position again if he thought it brought her pain. He was too gentle that way sometimes.

 

He was on his knees behind her admiring how her flattened breasts spilled out on the sides under each well toned arm, but the refrain “Oleo Lady” was going through his head.  He got out of bed and said, “I have to get something from the kitchen.”

 

Coco rose up on one arm and watched his broad shoulders and no ass walk out the bedroom door in the dim light. “Now what?” she thought to herself. She looked around her bedroom congratulating herself on the mirror placement. Nothing gaudy, but when she rode her lovers reverse cowgirl the view of herself in the large dresser mirror took her breath away. With luck she will do that show tonight. If not, when they rise in the morning. The view of her breasts as she rode her men and women lovers pleased her and just the thought made her wetter than ever.

 

When he came back he was singing that Christmas cartoon song. ”Oleo lady ol lady I O”  and he pushed her on her back and straddled her stomach. He had a tub of margarine?

 

“You didn’t have any Oleo. Who does these days. Who even remembers what Oleo was?” With that he scooped out a full measure and courteously started rubbing it between his palms for warmth before rubbing the slippery viscous oil on her breasts.

 

Oh the old buttered breast tit fuck coming up. Men do like to fuck my tits she secretly smiled to herself. She had successfully guessed Act I. .Act II would be something Hardrock had saved up. Even after years of coming in late at night and her bold offer of “do what you want with me” upon their first frolicking fuck there was one road not traveled.

 

Donner and Blitzen were a sight to behold as they enveloped his dick he mused. Her breasts so round and firm with large brown areolas. His fingers gently traced the transition between tit skin and aureole satin. He gently kneaded the nipple to attention. Her nipples were subtle, where her tits were not. He loved the feel of his balls getting all slick from the Oleo. “Oleo lady” danced in his head as he smeared more and more on his shaft and her breasts et al.

 

She loved watching his face as he tit fucked her. He was always a gentleman about it. He would come between her tits and on her neck, but never that silly jerking off in her face that these younger men seemed to have learned somewhere. Less experienced and gratifying lovers received quite a surprise when they tried to pull that stunt on her. However Hardrock would be granted that pleasure if he so desired tonight.  But he apparently had other plans. He slid his slippery balls down her belly now and was turning her over. Oh well. This is not the first set of sheets she has ruined with him. Coco quivered with anticipation.

 

“Alright. I give. So your Hardrock. I’m Coco. But who is Joe?’  she asked looking up while on her side.

 

“It’s Joe Booty baby “ he said with glee and continued to turned her over.

 

“But..” she began

 

“Exactly” he cut in as he gleefully started smearing generous portions of the Oleo substitute on her butt cheeks and gently teasing her tiny little anus to prep it for her close-up.

 

“Sing along now Coco my sweet” said he.

 

Coco had been fucked in the ass before. Rather in-artfully she might add.  She was having a moment of serious trepidation, but then the silliness of the situation, him singing like a fool as well as her trust in him as a tender lover caused her to give in with a nervous laugh.

 

“Santa is busy with his magic bag…” they sang in unison

 

Between the laughter and the singing Coco first became aware of the head of his cock pushing ever so slightly into her tailgate. His big now red bulbous Christmas ornament was working ever so gently in and out.  Bit by bit. Slowly splitting. Then releasing. A little more. A little less. Just a bit of pressure. It was almost pleasant and she was relaxing.

 

Finally after he sang out loudly “I’m Hardrock!”

 

She followed “I’m Coco”

 

So it was when they hit in unison the lower notes of, “I’m Joe,” his cock slipped in deep and solid all up her bumm making her laugh, squeal, and cumm instantaneously from the sheer intensity of the sensations.

 

He could not believe how tight she was. Her ass felt like a vise grip condom as it rolled all the way up his prick to his balls as he delved into her over and over. When he burst his Christmas cheer in her ass she felt the warm glow wash over her being and up her spine like a fiery river.

 

He had never felt such intensity in a woman’s orgasm in his life as he drained everything he had into her quivering quaking flesh.

 

So it was years later, deep in a loveless marriage he would dolefully beat off into Toni’s bowl of decorative scented soap in their bathroom to visions of being in Coco’s bumm dancing through his head.

 

Ho. Ho. Ho.

 

As a kid in Chicago the lyrics to an archaic stop motion classic would run through my head every holiday season. But the refrain “Oleo Lady” always brought to mind the butter substitute, margarine, once referred to commonly as Oleo. As an adult male this reference to Oleo lady took on a new meaning one very special holiday evening~ P.S.