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 Subject: BOSWELL STORY - CHRISTMAS WITH THE ANDERSONS
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Date: 1996/12/14
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   Christmas with the Andersons

   by J BOSWELL
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults,

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   same discretion.  Also, this is fiction -- in real

   life, please protect your lover and yourself by

   practicing safe sex.

   (c) Copyright December, 1995 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except

   those explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.

   Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"

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   * * ********* CHAPTER 1 Tuesday, December 20th -- Part 1 *

   Bobby Anderson looked up from his math text and stared out the window.
It was dusk outside and the quad was almost empty.  Two girls walked by,
carrying suitcases and laughing about something.  They were going home for
the holidays, and here he was, sitting in his dorm room, three thousand
miles from home, studying math on a Friday night.

   Bobby knew he was screwed as soon as the exam schedule was published
just after Thanksgiving; but, since it was the first semester of his
freshman year, he wasn't surprised.  He had two exams scheduled for the
first day of exam week, one on the second day, and two on the very last day
of exams -- Monday, December 19th.  After checking with his professors and
confirming what he expected -- that he couldn't take the last two exams at
an alternate, earlier time -- he resigned himself to his fate and booked a
flight back home for Tuesday, the 20th.

   With a solid semester's base of good grades, Bobby wasn't about to
stress over exams -- sure, he studied, but he didn't stress.  The biggest
drag to his exam week was that over that last, long weekend, he felt like
the last kid left on the huge campus.  It seemed like everyone else had
split for home.  Only one cafeteria was open and that was pretty much empty
when he got his meals.  The dorms were virtually empty.  The Frat houses
were dark.  No dances, no parties, no keggers, no kicks.

   And just when he could have used a nice, warm piece of ass to fill the
empty hours and relieve a little pre-exam tension!  But he tried, anyway.
After eight unanswered phone calls, it was obvious that there wasn't a girl
left on campus that he knew and was a possibility for a quick fuck.

   As a last resort, on Sunday night, when he finished studying, he dug out
an old PENTHOUSE and dialed a phone-sex number he and his roommate had
tried a few times during the semester.  The women were all supposed to be
coeds in Ohio, somewhere.  Bobby didn't care.  The ones he had talked to
had all been nice and sexy and had great voices.  He was talking to Debbie,
"a senior," and he whacked-off to her sweet, sexy voice as she talked him
through an imaginary butt-fuck.

   As he listened to Debbie's smooth, silky voice, Bobby gripped his
love-pole and let his mind drift back to his first, real butt-fuck.  It had
been in October, during Rush week... *

   Rush week was pure madness.  All the Frat houses were open and the
brothers were more than happy to show off their Frat's "benefits." The
parties all that week had been often, loud, and crowded -- filled with beer
and booze and music and women.  Bobby fondly acknowledged that rush week
may have been the absolute best week in his entire young life.

   Bobby and a few of his friends had been invited to the big Sigma Frat
house for another party late in the week.  A few hours into the party,
Bobby was almost-blitzed and trying hard to put the moves on a big-titted,
upperclass, blonde beauty in the kitchen when his friend, Alan, rushed over
to him and whispered his boozy breath into Bobby's ear, "Ya gotta come
downstairs, Bob.  You won't believe it, man!"

   Bobby reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the blonde's obvious nipples
poking at her thin blouse, "I'm busy, man.  Can't you see?"

   Alan's bloodshot eyes rolled around in his head, "Wi' who, man?  I'on't
see nobody.  And ya gotta come with me!"

   "Fuck off, Alan." Bobby turned back to the blonde, only to discover she
had already moved away and was talking to two of the Sigma brothers.  He
grabbed Alan's shoulder, "Fuck!  Alright, man, but this better be good!"

   Alan, drunk as a skunk -- as usual -- nodded solemnly and led him to a
door just behind the kitchen.  Down a set of stairs was another big TV
room, and except for a couple making out on the sofa, empty with all the
partying going on upstairs.  And behind that room was a large, dark storage
room, the walls lined with shelves filled with boxes, luggage, and bags. 
Alan kept walking until he stopped at a large door with a bright red
cartoon train engine painted on it.  In gold letters below the smiling
choo-choo were the words "The Train Room -- Enter those who dare!"

   Alan reached for the doorknob and turned to Bobby, grinning stupidly and
holding his finger up to his lips in the "Shhh!" gesture.

   Inside was another large room.  The walls were painted a dark gray or
brown and were rough stone.  The ceiling was low.  Light came from what
looked like hundreds of candles sitting on little shelves mounted all over
the walls.  The floor was brightly multicolored -- dozens and dozens of
pillows and beanbags.

   And wriggling on those pillows, Bobby stared in fascination as he
watched two nude young women perform cunnilingus on each other!

   Now, as his eyes adjusted, Bobby noticed around the room stood six or
seven Sigma brothers and another two or three freshmen besides Alan and
himself.  Everybody was watching the sweating, sloppy, slurpy girls go at
it.  Bobby didn't feel all that drunk anymore and his cock was threatening
to burst through his jeans.

   Like it was rehearsed, or at least like it had been done often before,
just as the girls began to moan as though they were getting close to
orgasm, four brothers moved two dark A-frame-type things out from the
walls. The other brothers pulled the girls apart and helped them onto the
frames.  Then the brothers began dropping their slacks and underwear.

   Bobby now saw that the frames were upholstered and made for one thing,
only.  The girls were bent over the frames, with their knees resting on a
soft cushion.  Their naked butts were on display and cock-high.  Their
heads, arms and breasts hung over the other side of the padded frame. 
There were straps on the frame for wrists and ankles, but no one was
bothering with them, now.  Instead, one brother was feeding healthy gulps
of Jack Daniels to the girls out of the bottle.

   Observing the brothers, it was obvious that the routine was simple.  Get
in line and when it was your turn, shove it in.  Bobby and the other
freshmen dropped their trousers and underwear, too.

   Bobby waited in line, hoping he wouldn't cum just watching the guys in
front of him do their thing.  Finally, the guy immediately in front of him
finished, and Bobby was staring at a girl's round, white, spread asscheeks.
Cum was dripping from both red holes.  Bobby didn't hesitate.  He stepped
forward and pressed his boner into the girl's ass an inch at a time.  He
had never felt anything so tight and so hot wrapped around his prick!  He
got his entire length in easier than he expected, and felt his balls slap
against the girl's pussy.  In seconds, he was doing the nasty like he had
never done it before!  In and out.  In and out.  Shoving in deep and hard
and pulling out again.  He was in heaven!  Then, almost without warning, he
felt his juices boiling along his pipeline and he was shooting his cum deep
into the girl's ass.

   What a cum!

   His climax had been so total that he was surprised when his prick began
to recover within minutes.  He watched his friends and the others take
their turn with the girls and then he was ready and burying his cock in the
second girl's ass.  And it felt just as good as the first time!

   After this second workout, he was thirsty and he and Alan made their
way, giggling and laughing, back up to the kitchen for a beer.  The two of
them sat at a table, drinking beer after beer, grinning at each other like
idiots and repeating, "Oh, man!" over and over again.  It wasn't until the
next day that he realized he didn't see either girl's face very well, and
to his frustration, he never found out who either of the girls was! *

   Now, Sunday night, back in his dorm room, alone and talking on the
phone...

   Finally, his cum shot high over his thighs and he thanked Debbie for a
nice time over the phone.  He was glad he called.  Not the real thing, but
it did relieve some of that awful pre-exam pressure. *

   At five o'clock on Monday afternoon, with a little sigh and a lot of
satisfaction, Bobby handed in his bluebooks for his last exam, then went
back to his room, packed his bags, and drank vodka until he passed out.

   Early Tuesday morning, hungover and unable to find anybody going to the
airport, he took a taxi and joined the mad throng of people going home for
the holidays.  The airport was jammed and in chaos.  The flight was
overbooked.  The weather was bad.  There were stops and connecting flights.
The planes were too hot and too loud.  There were too many screaming kids
and grouchy old people.

   Finally, at a little after six that evening, as his headache slowly
disappeared, he saw the lights of Baltimore out his window and the pilot
announced that they would be landing in under five minutes.  Bobby took one
last glance at the flight attendant's tight ass and superb legs and got
ready to land.

   BWI was no less crowded than LAX, but it was home, and that made it all
better.

   "Bobby!  Bobby, over here!"

   He looked across the concourse and saw the beautiful woman waving at
him. She was petite and gorgeous.  She was dressed in pressed jeans,
low-heeled boots, a pink button-down shirt, and a navy blazer.  Her dark
hair was a perfect frame for her face - a precise page-boy cut that looked
like it cost more than his tuition.  Her face was flawless -- creamy
complexion, startling blue eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and red-red, full
lips.

   Bobby cursed the gods and their twisted sense of humor for placing this
impossibly beautiful, incredibly sexy - but absolutely untouchable --
goddess in his life.

   "Hi, mom!" [`Just call me Oedipus and lock me away,' he thought grimly,
`but -- DAMN!  -- my mother is HOT!']

   As he hugged his mother, Bobby noticed for the first time that there was
someone with her.  She was slightly shorter than his mother and dressed in
black-and-white saddle shoes, white socks, a plaid, pleated skirt (stopping
several inches above her cute knees), and a white school blouse.  Her legs
were perfectly curved, her plaid-clad hips round, and the blouse filled to
maximum capacity.  Her pale face with the large, pale-gray eyes was beyond
pretty and her long, honey-color hair was in an innocent-yet-oh-so-sexy
ponytail.

   [`Oh, Jesus,' Bobby thought, `these freakin' gods are bustin' my
balls!']

   "Hi, sis!  I didn't see you standing there."

   Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him, but Bobby thought he
remembered his little sister a lot younger looking and not quite as... 
as...  developed when he left for college in August.  Sure, she had started
to develop, but...  she had still been a young girl -- but, obviously, no
more!

   Almost in answer to his thoughts, Bobby's mother said, "Your father
thinks there must be something in the water.  'Manda's grown up a lot in
the five months since you were home, hasn't she?"

   "I'll say!" Bobby enthusiastically replied.  Then continued in what he
hoped was a more subdued, less obvious manner, "you look great, sis.  It
looks like field hockey and basketball are agreeing with you."

   The young girl blushed through her tight hug with her big brother.  She
was thrilled to have him home, but was determined not to let on how much
she had missed him this last semester. They had sent greeting cards back
and forth, and of course, they had talked on the phone, but now, she was
happy because the family was all back together.  It was going to be a great
Christmas!

   After retrieving Bobby's luggage, the three Andersons made their way
through the swarm of people and into the parking lot.  As they walked
through the bustling crowds, Bobby noticed how often men and boys turned
their heads to stare and follow his mother and sister, and had to admit
that he couldn't blame them.  He kept switching his own glances between the
little `GUESS?' triangle on his mother's cute butt and the sexy sway and
bounce to his sister's plump tail wrapped in her short, tight school plaid
and her bare legs.

   He hadn't noticed before, but as they emerged from the covered
`short-term' lot and waited in line to pay the parking fee, Bobby stared
out the window.  "Snow?!  This early in Baltimore?  After five months in
Southern California, this is like a movie."

   Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's new, big Chevy
wagon, and nodded, "Yes, it's been flurrying on and off all day.  They're
not calling for any accumulation, but we've all heard that before, haven't
we?"

   "Maybe we won't have school tomorrow!" chirped Amanda.

   "Oh, 'Manda," sighed Laurie, "you only have two days left.  You know you
won't be doing any real work.  Just go in and enjoy the atmosphere."

   "Yeah, I like the atmosphere in Sister `Mary-Murderer's' class the best!
She's giving a TEST, tomorrow!"

   Mother and son laughed at the girl's pitiful voice.

   "It's Sister Mary Marder, missy.  You better not slip and say her
nickname within earshot of school!"

   With a roll of her big gray eyes, Amanda whined, "Yes, mom, I know."

   The ride home over the wet highways was warm and happy.  Bobby told them
not to worry about his grades, that he wasn't seeing anyone "special," that
the school food sucked, and that his roommate was obsessed with cleaning
between his toes and trimming his nose hair.

   "Oh, gross!" giggled Amanda, from the backseat.  "But he sounds so nice
on the phone."

   Bobby looked back over his shoulder and was immediately glad that he
did. Amanda was slouched into the corner of the seat and her short skirt
had ridden up her legs, exposing acres of white, smooth, prime thigh meat;
and the lighting was just bad enough to let Bobby think that he maybe
caught a glimpse of white cotton panties.

   [`Damn!  I'm horny!' he thought.]

   "Ahemm.  He is nice, sis.  He's just a little gross about his personal
hygiene.  Believe me, I could have done a lot worse.  And he thinks you
sound nice on the phone, too.  I had to tell him that besides being my
little sister, you were too young for him to even think about."

   "Oh, Bobby!  We just joke around when I call and you're not in the room.
It's harmless."

   Bobby turned around to the front, nervous, wondering if he had been too
blatant in the way he was looking at his little sister.  In reaction to his
stare, Amanda had quickly re-arranged herself on the seat and pulled her
skirt back down almost to her knees.  The rest of the ride was uneventful.

   When they pulled into the garage and piled out of the wagon, Laurie told
Bobby that a half dozen of his friends had called for him over the weekend.

   "Yeah, I'm sure I'm the last of the crowd to get home.  Everybody else
has probably been partying since Friday night."

   Laurie patted his cheek and hugged him, again.  "Well, I'm glad you're
home, but I know you want to go out and catch up in the partying
department. I understand."

   "Thanks, Mom."

   "I'm surprised Jennifer didn't call.  Did you two stay in touch while
you were away?"

   Jennifer Stallings was the girl Bobby had dated exclusively (well,
almost exclusively) for the last two-and-a-half years of high school. 
"Sure, Mom, we stayed in touch, but she and her parents are on a Christmas
cruise, somewhere.  She won't be home until after New Years."

   "Oh, that's a shame.  I'm sure you were anxious to see her, again."

   "Absolutely.  Now I won't have anybody to kiss at midnight on New Year's
Eve."

   "Ha!  I doubt that, Honey.  Besides, you could always stay home and then
you'd have your old mother to kiss."

   "Yeah!  Right, Mom!" * ********* Chapter 2 Tuesday, December 20th --
Part 2 *

   The house smelled like fresh pine and cinnamon, and was decorated with
red ribbons, fresh-cut greens, tiny white lights, and lit candles.  The
Christmas tree glowed in the corner of the family room and looked like it
was growing out of an island of wrapped packages.

   "The house looks beautiful, Mom.  Martha Stewart couldn't do better."

   "Thanks, Dear!  You're so sweet.  Hungry?"

   "No.  I ate on the plane and I think I'd rather get on the phone.  See
what's going on."

   "Well, I hope your father gets home before you go out gallivanting
around for the night."

   After several phone calls, Bobby decided that the most promising party
would be at Scott Jordan's house, just the next block over.  After a
shower, shave, and change of clothes, he was ready to get drunk and get
laid, in either order.  He did have the chance to say hello to his father
as he walked out the back door and his father walked in. *

   Robert C.  Anderson, Senior, entered the house and gave his gorgeous
wife a peck on the cheek.

   "Hello, Dear.  I think that was our son who just gave me a `hello' and
`goodbye' as I walked in."

   Laurie turned from the bar and handed her husband a double Johnny Walker
Black, on the rocks with a twist.  "Yes, that was him.  On his way to
Scott's to catch up on his partying."

   "No jet-lag?  God, how I envy their energy.  He looked good, didn't he?"

   "Mm-huh.  He said his grades are great and everything is fine at
school."

   "Good."

   "Hi, Daddy!"

   Robert, Sr.  looked up from his drink to see his daughter standing at
the doorway to the familyroom.

   "Well, hello, Princess!  How's my angel, today?"

   Amanda hugged her dad and, as she walked by her mother, snatched the
glass of Bailey's Irish Cream from her hand and swallowed a large gulp from
the glass.

   "Amanda!" her mother exclaimed.

   "Mmmm-mmmm, good!" Amanda, grinning broadly, handed the drink back to
her mother.

   "Oh, come on, Laurie" said Robert, Sr., "it was just a sip, and it is
the holidays."

   "Thanks, Daddy.  Well, I better go up and finish my homework," and with
a dramatic stare at he mother, "-- if I'm not too drunk!  'Night, you two."

   "G'night, Princess," smiled Robert.  Sr.

   "I won't be far behind you, Dear," said Laurie, as she finished her
drink, "I'm beat, and it's not even Christmas, yet!" *

   Bobby slipped and almost fell on the wet grass.  It had stopped snowing
and the moon was bright but it had gotten colder and there were slippery,
not-quite-ice wet patches.  It was a little before 1 a.m.  and he was
wasted.  Studying for exams, last night's vodka, the long flight home and a
few beers at Scott's had knocked him for a loop.  Bobby was desperate to
crash in his own warm bed.

   The party hadn't been much of a party, and he hadn't gotten very lucky.
In fact, he thought he was going to strike-out, completely until he found
little Heather Atwell soused in the basement.  Heather had looked good in
her tight sweater, tiny skirt, and those sexy thigh-high stockings, but
Bobby had to concentrate to forget that she was only 14 and in Amanda's
class at school.

   Anyway, any port in a storm, as they say.

   Bobby sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.  "Hi,
there, Heather."

   He remembered her earning her reputation as a little slut as she made
the rounds last summer; but, he was still surprised at how quickly she
melted into him and began returning his kisses. Encouraged, his hand
quickly slid up under her blouse to grab some warm tit-flesh.  Her small
titties were very firm and pointy with small, very hard nipples.  She
moaned into his mouth and slid forward on the sofa.  Bobby took his cue and
removed his hand from her chest and slid it up her thighs to her
panty-covered pussy.  When his fingers pushed aside her panty elastic and
attacked her tumescent clit, she buried her face in his chest and squirmed
her way through a climax, moaning into his sweater.

   [`Christ!  What a hair-trigger this little whore has!' Bobby marvelled.]

   Bobby did a quick survey of the darkened game-room and saw that
everybody else was engaged in the same type of activity as he and Heather
and decided that the time was right.

   He placed Heather on her back on the sofa and slid her tiny red panties
down her thin legs and off one foot.  She obligingly placed one foot on the
floor as Bobby lowered his face down to cover her pink, steamy gash.  He
buried his face between her wet, pink lips and alternated between thrusting
his tongue deep inside her pussy and licking, sucking, and nibbling on the
little tramp's clit.  True to form, he had only just started when she
crashed into her second big orgasm.

   Bobby was ready for some of his own fun but was surprised as Heather
reached down and pulled her panties up.

   "What are you doin', Heather?  What about me?"

   "I'll take care of you, Bobby, but you aren't going to fuck me."

   "Why not?"

   "Because you're not, okay?  Now just sit back."

   Bobby was too horny and too tired to argue with this drunk, young
teenager.  He certainly didn't want a scene; so he sat back on the sofa and
watched as Heather slowly lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard cock.

   "Oh!  You're pretty big, Bobby," she said as she swung her hair out of
the way and lowered her mouth down over his cock, sucking at his prick as
she swallowed him deeply.

   "Ough!" Bobby knew he wasn't going to last long, and damn, this little
cocksucker was good!  "Ohhhh!" Too soon!  Too soon, Bobby could feel his
balls boiling and ready to shoot!

   Heather popped his dick out of her little mouth, wrapped a small hankie
over the tip of his cock, and began to vigorously pump his prick up and
down.

   "Noooo!  In your mouth!  Pleeease!"

   Heather mutely shook her head and continued pumping.  Bobby was too
close to insist.  Then, his warm cum was filling her hankie and he was
sinking back, slumping deep into the cushions and sucking at his now-warm
beer.

   He watched Heather wipe her fingers and throw the hankie behind the
sofa.

   He had to know.  "Heather, why wouldn't you fuck me?  And why did you
stop sucking my dick?"

   "Because..."

   "Come on, Heather.  After what we just did together..."

   "Alright!  I went to confession today, and I don't want to have to go
again before Christmas Mass!" *

   Bobby chuckled to himself, recalling her comment as he cut through the
back yards of his neighbors.  [`It must be interesting being a Catholic and
a slut.  Somehow, the little bitch has rationalized that fucking and
sucking are confessable sins, but hand-jobs and spreading her pussy open to
be eaten aren't!  I'd like to hear that little whore's confessions!']

   To his left, Bobby noticed a bright light in one of the houses.  [`Maybe
it's a bedroom!' he thought]

   As he made his way over the grass to take a closer look, Bobby happily
remembered what must have been the thousands of hours he and Scott had
spent prowling the backyards and streets in the neighborhood during all the
years they had been best friends.  They were always searching for that one
woman or girl who loved to get undressed or that couple who loved to make
love with the curtains open.  They had occasionally lucked out with a long
glimpse of some pink flesh, but their peeping-tom routine didn't really pay
off until Bobby noticed that Scott's older sister never closed her
curtains. Scott was chagrinned that the only dependable exhibitionist in
the neighborhood was his sister, but he quickly learned to enjoy watching
her (and sometimes her and her boyfriends) as much as Bobby did.

   Now, standing outside the lit window, Bobby spied in, only to see old
Mrs.  Phillips wrapping Christmas presents.

   [`Time to get home, Bobby-boy.'] *

   Bobby quietly entered through the garage and made his way up the back
stairs.  As he walked down the hall to his room, he noticed Amanda's light
was on and her door was open a crack.  To his disappointment, as he pressed
his eye to the crack, he saw that she was in bed with the covers up to her
neck, on her side, reading a book.  He pressed the door open a little
farther.

   "What are you still doing up, Munchkin?  You have school tomorrow."

   Amanda looked up from her book and smiled at her big brother.

   She was so beautiful, Bobby could feel his chest tighten and his heart
beating inside it.

   "Hi, Bobby!  I'm still studying.  You're home early."

   "I'm beat.  I should still be going strong, `cause I'm still on
California time, but I've had it."

   "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.  How was the party?  All your old
friends there?"

   "Some.  It was a small crowd.  I saw Heather Atwell there."

   "Yuck!  I hope you didn't shake hands with her -- who knows what you'd
catch!"

   Bobby had walked into the room and now sat down on the bed.  Amanda
moved back towards the wall to give him more room.

   "Why?  What do you mean, Amanda?"

   "Well, let's just say that she's...  ah...  been around.  You don't get
kicked out of school for nothing."

   "She doesn't go to school with you, anymore?"

   Amanda shook her head.  "She got kicked out before Thanksgiving.  She
was at some big party that got busted and all the kids were doing
everything -- booze, drugs, sex -- everything!  And there are rumors that
she had an abortion."

   Bobby was relieved to hear that Amanda and Heather were no longer
classmates.  He didn't need Heather telling his little sister all about
what went on in Scott's basement!

   "Well, I better let you get back to studying, so you can get some
sleep."

   Amanda reached a hand out from under the blanket and squeezed Bobby's
biceps.  "I'm glad you're home, safe and sound, Bobby.  I missed you."

   "I missed you, too, Munchkin." Bobby leaned down to give Amanda a little
goodnight kiss, but she was so pretty and so warm and soft and smelled so
good, that he pressed his lips to hers harder than he intended.  His tongue
shot from his mouth and pushed between her full, puffy lips as his hand
cupped the impressive bulge of her heavy, round, bra-less breast under the
blanket.

   How long did that moment last?

   Bobby didn't know, but was sure it was only an instant.  But it was a
magical instant.  One he would kill to repeat - over and over again.

   When the instant ended, Amanda gently rolled her head and lips away from
Bobby's and readjusted the blankets (and her body under them).

   "What are you doing, big brother?" Her gray eyes were huge and she was
smiling in a wry sort of way.

   "Ah...  'Manda, I um..."

   "Go to bed, Bobby.  The beer and the jet-lag have you acting crazy. 
Sleep tight."

   "G'night, Amanda.  See you tomorrow." *

   If he hadn't been so exhausted, Bobby would have liked thinking about
that kiss and the feel of his little sister's firm, round breast for a
while before falling asleep.  But he was exhausted.  So exhausted, he fell
asleep as his head hit his pillow.  But he went to sleep with the
conviction that, even if only for the briefest micro-instant, his sexy
little sister had returned his kiss. * ********* Chapter 3 Wednesday,
December 21st -- Part 1 *

   Laurie Anderson awoke to "Grandma Got Run-over By a Reindeer" on the
clock radio and quickly hit the snooze bar.  She cuddled under the down
comforter and snuggled closer to her husband, who was still dead to the
world.  Finally, when the radio popped back on with Kenny G playing some
Christmas tune (At least she thought it was a Christmas tune.  With him,
how could you tell?  Everything sounded the same!), Laurie rolled out of
bed with a grunt, turned the radio off, and made her way to the bathroom,
ready to begin the morning routine and looking forward to the day.

   Laurie Anderson loved the Christmas season.  She still got a giddy buzz
from all the excitement, just like a little kid.  She loved the nip in the
air, the shopping and decorations, the lights, the cooking and baking, and
decorating the tree.  She loved the entertaining and the parties.  Even the
office was more fun -- people dressed better than the rest of the year,
there were sweet tables and little gifts and lots of flirting.  And the
kids...  She loved watching the kids at Christmas.  She had really missed
Bobby being away all semester, but especially since Thanksgiving.  Watching
her two children get more animated by the day as Christmas approached was
her deepest-felt pleasure of the season, and Bobby being three thousand
miles away had changed that for her this year.  But, now he was home and
things were wonderful!

   If she could whistle, she would have been whistling as she stepped from
the shower and towelled herself dry.  She stepped from the bathroom into
her dressing area; and, as she did, she looked at her naked body in the
full-length mirror on the side wall.

   The smooth, white body reflected in the glass didn't look all that bad
for a thirty-seven (okay, almost thirty-eight) year old mother of two.  She
worked hard to keep in shape and, so far, her efforts had been rewarded in
firmness and muscle tone.  She cupped her hands under her still-firm and
heavy, round breasts.  Only a slight sag and sexier for it, she thought. 
Laurie smiled as she watched the dark pink areolae crinkle up and her
nipples lengthen just from the slightest touch.

   [`Oooo...  I'm horny!' she giggled to herself, `I better put these
dangerous 38's away, before they get me in trouble!']

   Her eyes dropped down to her tummy.  Maybe a little softer and rounder
than when she was eighteen years old, but still pretty firm and not that
far from flat.  Her eyes still sliding, they passed her womanly hips, and
stopped at her bare pussy-lips.  Early in their marriage, Robert once
mentioned that pussy hair was a real turn-off for him, and even though she
wasn't overly hairy, from that night on, she had kept it either
bikini-mohawk trimmed or cleanly shaven.  It wasn't a bother as long as she
kept after it and used the right creams and ointments.  Now, after all
these years, Laurie thought no more about shaving her pussy than she did
about shaving her legs and underarms.  But as she looked in the mirror and
spread her legs a little wider, she marvelled that she still found the
sight of her own naked pussy-lips so erotic.  Her pussy hair didn't turn
her off, but her naked pussy sure did turn her on!

   She shuddered as she rubbed her hands across her still-hardening
nipples.

   And that was another thing Laurie thought about as she looked at this
attractive, maybe even sexy woman in the mirror...  She was beginning to
believe the old wives' tales about a woman's prime in the later years... 
she'd been feeling so horny...  no, horny didn't quite encompass the
feeling -- she'd been feeling so downright randy lately!  And with all the
well-dressed and fast-talking salesmen and company reps stopping by in the
office, and flirting, she'd found herself fantasizing about naughty, sexy
interludes with almost all of them!

   [`Time to get dressed, Laurie-girl, and wipe those nasty thoughts from
your dirty little mind,' she thought to herself and she stepped to her
dresser.]

   She quickly selected and put on her "D"-cup bra, panties and pantyhose
in the still dark bedroom and then stepped back to her dressing area. 
After her make-up was applied (just a touch heavier than usual) she slid
into her slip, silk blouse, and short black skirt.  She felt pretty and
sexy when she walked out of the closet in her highest heels.

   "Yum!  You look good enough to eat, Mrs.  Anderson."

   Laurie smiled at Robert, Sr., not missing the lump under the comforter.
"Now you say that.  Where were you when I wanted to cuddle, last night and
earlier this morning?"

   "Well, I'm here, now, and you still look good enough to eat, Laurie."

   "No time, Robert.  I have carpool this morning and I haven't heard a
peep from Amanda's room.  Have you?"

   Robert shook his head and Laurie walked down the hall to her daughter's
room.  When there was no answer to her light knocks, she opened the door.
The light was still on and Amanda's history book was still open on the bed.
The poor child had fallen asleep studying!

   Laurie walked to the bed and gently shook her daughter awake.  "Amanda.
'Manda, honey.  Time to get up, Dear."

   Amanda cracked her eyelids open.  "Eh..?  Oh!  Okay, Mom.  I'll shower
as fast as I can."

   Laurie walked back into her bedroom.

   The door closed behind her and she heard the lock click.  As she turned,
she saw her husband standing there wearing only a smile and an impressive
morning erection for a man of 53!

   She knew what he wanted.

   Over the nearly twenty years that they had been married, Laurie knew
that one of Robert's favorite turn-ons was having sex when Laurie was all
dressed up for a function and ready to leave.  Laurie couldn't guess how
many times what was about to happen this morning had happened before.  They
would be dressed for a wedding or funeral or going out to dinner and Robert
would take one look at his wife, all dressed and made-up and looking
perfect, and want her.  It was cute, and Laurie was more than a little
flattered, and she had never said no to Robert.  She wasn't about to, now,
either.  She realized that Robert was nearly sixteen years her senior and
that the flames of lust just weren't burning as brightly in him as they
had; but, still - it had been a very long time since the last time they had
done "it," and an even longer time before that.  And, Laurie was missing
the routine of steady sex that they had enjoyed earlier in their marriage.

   Now, when they heard Amanda's shower start, Laurie smiled at her husband
and said, "Think we can BOTH finish by the time she finishes her shower?"

   Robert stepped behind his wife and bent her over to lean on the bed,
"Well, I can only speak for myself, Dear, but I'm pretty sure I can!"

   Laurie laughed.  "Oh, you bastard!  Now roll my pantyhose down
carefully. These are the only clean pair I have in this color."

   She knew as soon as she said it that she should have rolled them down
herself.  Before she could stop him, Robert mischievously inserted a finger
through the seat of her black pantyhose and ripped them open.

   "Mmmmmuh!" Laurie liked being taken like this, and Robert knew it and
obligingly ripped panties and pantyhose out of the way often, just as he
was doing this morning.

   Her pantyhose were in tatters and the crotch of her panties was
carelessly pulled to the side and Robert plunged his hard prick into his
wife's hot and wet pussy.

   "Oh, yeah, Baby!  You're so hot and wet and tight!  I hope you're ready,
Sweetheart, 'cause I'm not gonna last too long!  You feel so good!  Umh! 
So fuckin' goooOODD!"

   To neither's surprise, Robert was cumming.  Fast and furious, gobs and
gobs.

   His softening dick easily slipped out of his wife's slick cunt-hole and
he fell to the bed, looking up at his lovely wife.  "Thanks."

   Laurie finished the job he started and ripped the rest of her pantyhose
off her legs.  They could hear Amanda's shower turn off.  "Mmmm, my
pleasure, Dear.  And just in time.  But you were a very bad boy -- look at
my pantyhose!  I bought these to go with my skirt!"

   "Bill me and wear another color, dear," Robert replied with a grin as he
strutted into the bathroom.

   Laurie hoisted her skirt and slip up to her waist and untangled her
panties.  They were damp with their mixed love juices and Laurie slid them
down her legs and threw them into the hamper.  She ran some water at her
dressing area and wiped her crotch as best as she could.  Back at her
dresser, she searched for another pair of black-lace panties and black
pantyhose.  The first black panties she found was a G-string type, but they
matched her bra.  Just as she had told Robert, she had no other black sheer
pantyhose, which meant she had to dig out her black garterbelt and black
stockings.  As she finished, donning her high heels again and smoothing her
skirt, she had to admit that after the surprise morning fuck and the more
risque undergarments she was wearing, she felt considerably sexier going to
the office than she ever had before.  And she liked the feeling.  If only
she had come when Robert was fucking her, it would have been a perfect
morning!

   She called through the bathroom door to Robert, "I'm leaving, Robert. 
Don't forget, you have to pick 'Manda up tonight after her practice."

   "I won't forget, Laurie.  Have a nice day, Sweetheart.  If you get drunk
at the party, call -- don't drive."

   "Okay.  Bye!"

   Downstairs, the timer had the coffee ready and she enjoyed a cup while
she waited for Amanda.  Then the two of them were off in the wagon to
pick-up three more of Amanda's classmates and drop them off at school.

   Without a minute to spare, Laurie arrived at her desk and began her
work-day. *

   Laurie loved her job.  Maybe not so much the exact job she was working
that morning, but she loved having a job and being out in the work-world.
She had quit her job as a part-time secretary when she was nineteen years
old and pregnant with Bobby; and, after Amanda came along and the two kids
started school, Laurie spent a lot of time on charities and volunteering at
school, but it wasn't satisfying.  Finally, after the boom of the Reagan
years collapsed and Robert's business began feeling a little pinch of the
recession, Laurie offered to help him in the office.  She went back to
school and learned about personal computers and wordprocessing software,
graphics, and spreadsheets.  She took some accounting courses and attended
business law and management seminars.  When she was ready, Robert suggested
she try her resume in the workplace, arguing that she had worked hard to
attain her skills and deserved a real job rather than just helping her
husband; and, that the outside income would help with the kids' rapidly
approaching college tuitions.  Laurie happily agreed and was hired her
second week of job-hunting.

   The company that hired her was a giant food conglomerate and Laurie got
a job in their huge warehouse and delivery operation in the suburbs.  When
she started, she was taking phone orders and checking invoices and, through
long hours and hard work, had quietly and steadily moved up until she
became one of the Regional Director's three office assistants.

   Sherman Greenberg was that director and had spotted Laurie's potential
almost from her first day on the job.  He had carefully tested her and
promoted her until Laurie had risen as high as she could in the warehouse.
Then, in November, each word filled with regret at losing her, he had
written a strong recommendation for Laurie for an announced vacancy as a
Project Leader at Corporate headquarters, downtown. *

   A little before noon, as the rest of the office was preparing the
cafeteria for the Christmas party, Laurie knocked on Sherman Greenberg's
office door.

   "Come in."

   "Hi, Mr.  Greenberg.  Happy Holidays!"

   "Laurie!  Come in!  Come in!"

   "I just wanted to thank you, again, for all you've done for me.  I
really appreciate your support."

   "Please, no thanks are necessary.  I'm a company man and I do what I can
to advance the best people so they can do the best for the company. 
Please, Laurie, sit down."

   Laurie closed the door and walked across the thickly carpeted office. 
Sherman Greenberg had been the director for many years and his richly
furnished office spoke of his status and the esteem in which `corporate'
held him.  She sat in the comfortable leather guest chair and placed a
wrapped package on Greenberg's blotter.

   "I just know I wouldn't be moving on to corporate without your support,
Mr.  Greenberg."

   "Let's make it `Sherman,' now, shall we, Laurie?"

   "Okay.  Sherman."

   "You were an easy pick for the job, Laurie.  You're more than qualified.
You're intelligent, ambitious, a hard worker, and have incredible people
skills.  They'll be glad they found you in no time."

   "Well, thank you, Mr...  ah, Sherman.  But I know they never would have
considered me, way out here in the sticks, if someone they respected hadn't
brought me to their attention."

   "For that, Laurie, you are most welcome.  Now, what's in this pretty
package?  I hope it's another model employee like you, so I won't miss you
so much around here!"

   "Open it!"

   Greenberg lifted the heavy package and ripped the paper away.  Inside
the box was a large, irregular rectangle of polished marble.  The marble
was a deep burgundy that perfectly matched the leather trim and accent
pieces on his desk.  From a smaller box, Greenberg removed two Waterman
desk pens and a letter opener and placed them in the holes in the marble.
The piece was exquisite.

   "Laurie...  I don't know what to say.  Thank you, so much, it's
beautiful."

   Laurie was smiling broadly.  "I'm glad you like it.  You deserve it. 
You've been a wonderful boss, Mr...  ah...  Sherman."

   "That's been my pleasure, too.  So, today's your last day with us here,
when do you start downtown?"

   "January 3rd.  I'm nervous."

   "Don't be, Laurie.  You'll be fine.  Just be aware that the ah... 
atmosphere is very different down there."

   "Do you mean office politics?"

   "Office politics, for sure.  It can get pretty nasty.  You've been out
here so long, where we are more like a family.  It won't be like that down
there.  Watch your back and make powerful allies.  And be on guard!"

   "On guard?"

   "Against jealous peers and predatory managers.  You know there's a big
sexual harassment suit going on, don't you?  And at the last directors'
meeting, there were rumors of two more possible ones."

   "Ha!  I'm too old and too married.  Those execs are picking on the young
honeys!  I'm not worried about being sexually harassed."

   Sherman Greenberg, sixty-one years old, married, short, rotund, and
nearly bald, looked down at his desk blotter and mumbled something into his
chest.

   Laurie leaned forward in her chair.  "Pardon me?  I'm sorry, I didn't
hear you, Sherman."

   Greenberg didn't look up, but raised his voice sufficiently to be heard,
"I said, `You are the one I'd harass.'"

   Laurie Anderson felt herself blushing.  She sat back in the chair and
looked at Greenberg.  She didn't see a short, fat, bald, old man -- she saw
her soon-to-be-ex-boss who had been fair, honest, pleasant and always a
gentleman.  She just now realized that he saw her as more than an employee,
he saw her as an attractive woman and she wasn't offended -- she was
pleased, and surprised.

   "Well, Mr.  Greenberg, I'll take that comment in the way I think it was
intended and consider it a complement."

   Greenberg looked at Laurie.  His eyes were full of affection for her. 
"Please, Laurie, forgive me.  I've never sexually harassed a woman in
thirty-three years with the company.  It's just that you...  you..."

   Laurie stood up and walked around the desk and took Sherman Greenberg's
hands into hers.  She looked down into his moist eyes, and then lowered
herself to one knee, to be on the same level.  "No apology necessary,
Sherman.  I think I understand."

   "Good, because I don't!" Greenberg looked deeply into Laurie's beautiful
blue eyes, and to both their surprise, a tear rolled down his cheek.

   "I've never felt about a woman the way I feel about you, Laurie.  Not
some crazy teenage passion or lust, but a real, deep affection; like I was
your father and big brother and best friend and protector all rolled into
one."

   Laurie caught his tear with her thumb and then licked it off.  She was
touched.  Deeply.  She realized that over the last several years, she had
appreciated and enjoyed Sherman acting in all those roles towards her.  She
felt affection for him and now realized just how much she would miss
working for him every day.  And in an instant, Laurie thought of the
perfect way to thank Sherman Greenberg for all his kindnesses.

   Almost without thinking about it, Laurie lowered her other knee and she
began lowering Greenberg's zipper.  It was surprising and impulsive, but,
to Laurie, it felt so right.

   "Wha...!" Greenberg's hand flitted towards his crotch.

   Laurie grasp his hand gently and smiled up at him.  Then she placed her
finger over her smiling red lips, "Shhh."

   His cock was exposed, and much to his surprise and delight, it was
hardening in Laurie's magical, warm grasp.  He felt joy.  Laurie knew no
one would dare open Mr.  Greenberg's door without knocking, so she felt
relaxed as she lowered her mouth down and over Sherman's pink, little cock.

   Sherman Greenberg was sure the top of his head was just going to blow
off.  He hadn't felt like this in years and years.  Comfortably married for
forty years, he enjoyed sex on the one or two occasions a month when he and
his wife were both in the mood, but nothing like this!  As Laurie licked
and slurped and sucked and nibbled, he tried to remember the last time his
penis had been in a woman's mouth and was momentarily depressed to realize
that it had been when he was a very young man in the navy!

   Laurie had to admit that sex in the office was very stimulating. 
[`Maybe there is something to all this sexual harassment stuff!' she
thought.] Kneeling in front of her boss with his dick in her mouth was a
real turn-on for her.  His penis was warm and pink and smooth and smelled
clean and fresh.  And, she could tell by his breathing, Sherman was
enjoying her attentions, and she tried her best to make it special for him.

   Again, for the second time that day, the end was coming too soon,
because she felt Sherman's breathing and hip-jerking change rhythm and knew
the end was here.  She slipped her wet mouth back to the lipstick-smeared
head of his cock and sucked as she licked the tender underside.

   Sherman Greenberg arched his back and bit into the back of his hand to
stop himself from screaming as he began the most wonderful orgasm he had
had in decades -- maybe ever!

   When he was totally drained dry and finally was able to open his eyes,
he watched his beautiful and sexy Laurie Anderson sucking and licking his
quickly shrinking penis clean.  Then he watched as she sat back on her
heels, and with her finger, pushed some of his cum that had escaped at the
corners of her mouth back into her mouth and licked her finger.

   [`Oh, what a woman!' he thought.  `Why, oh, why did I ever get her that
job downtown?' he moaned to himself.]

   "Ah...  Laurie.  I don't know what to say."

   "Don't say anything, Sherman," she smiled.  "I enjoyed that as much as I
think you did."

   And she had.  Feeling sexy and naughty, blowing the boss in his office,
her pussy already filled with her husband's cum.  It was turning into one
hell of a day! * ********* Chapter 4 Wednesday, December 21st -- Part 2 *

   Laurie left Sherman's office to join the big Christmas party.  Sherman
said he wanted to clean up and finish some work before he joined them.

   The cafeteria had been decorated and the tables were piled high with
food -- from cookies and candy to baked hams and roast turkeys.  Company
policy forbade alcoholic beverages on the premises, but there were urns of
coffee and big coolers overflowing with ice-cold juice drinks and sodas.

   The atmosphere was relaxed and there were a lot of smiles and hugs and
flirting.  All the employees were there, as well as salesmen and supplier
representatives, and the men far outnumbered the women.  Laurie was getting
more than her share of attention, especially the way she looked in her
heels and short skirt.

   By 2 p.m., people were drifting out of the cafeteria.  Some were going
home, some shopping, and some to local taverns to add a little alcoholic
glow to the proceedings.

   Laurie said her good-byes, as this was her last day at the warehouse,
and she was packing her stationwagon with a few presents and her personal
items from her desk when Joanie, her friend and co-worker approached her.

   "I cain't believe you're really leavin' us, hon.  I am sure gonna be
missin' you.  But don't you split on us yet, sweetie.  A few of us are
goin' to `Clancy's' for a drink or two.  Come with us?"

   Laurie hugged Joanie, again.  "Mmmm...  I'll miss you, too.  I should be
getting home, but a drink sounds good.  Who's going?"

   Joanie grinned evilly and stuck her fist under her coat and pushed it
out at the groin, "A whole flock of us, but most important, Sam `The Man'
is goin'.  Woo woo!"

   Sam Agro was a young, short, well-built, dark Greek worked on the
loading dock.  Women's-room gossip spread the word that Sam had an enormous
prick and was more than willing to share it.  Laurie had heard all the
stories about Sam.  She often wondered if Joanie -- skinny, unattractive,
married, mother of four, and in dire need of an orthodontist, but just a
little bit wild -- had had a first-hand experience with the monster,
because she was always coy and would neither confirm nor deny Laurie's
suspicions.

   Laurie smiled at her friend and winked, "Well, that does sound
tempting."

   "Come on, Laurie, honey!  We'll ply'im with drinks and take advantage of
his in-e-bri-a-ted state.  There's room enough for both of us to ride that
pony between his legs!  It'll be fun!"

   And fun it was. *

   By four-thirty that afternoon, the bar crowd had shrunk considerably,
leaving only those who wanted to get drunk or wanted to get lucky...  and
Laurie.  She wasn't sure which she wanted to get.

   There were eleven of them, seven men and four women, sitting around a
big table in Clancy's backroom.  Someone went to the bar for another round
of drinks and returned with a bowl of bright red maraschino cherries on the
tray with the drinks.

   Joanie took her beer off the tray and looked at the bowl, "Well, those
are the only cherries in this room!"

   Everyone laughed, and Ed, who brought the cherries, held one up by the
stem.

   "Remember that show, `Twin Peaks' that used to be on?  Remember the
little slut that could tie the cherry stem in a knot with her tongue?  The
thought of that used to drive me crazy.  I was just wondering if any of you
ladies are as talented."

   Joanie stood up and grabbed the cherry from Ed and popped it into her
mouth.  Everyone at the table began laughing loudly as her face went
through exaggerated contortions until, finally, with a shout of triumph,
Joanie dramatically reached in and held the cherry up between her fingers
-- the stem was in a perfect overhand knot.

   "Simple as pie!" She bowed to the applause and offered the bowl to
Laurie.  "Laurie, hon, you want to try next?"

   Laurie grabbed a cherry from the bowl and popped it in her mouth.  After
several moments of concentrated effort, she had to admit defeat to the
crowd.  She couldn't do it.

   Joanie patted her on the back, "Gee, I thought you would have been a
natural at that, hon."

   Laurie smiled an angelic smile as she bit the cherry and said, "I'm not
used to anything that small in my mouth!"

   As the men hooted and whistled at Laurie's comment, the other two women
tried their luck with the cherries.  One succeeded and the other failed.

   Marsha, the other woman who couldn't tie the knot, said that the only
thing she had tried with cherries was the game "Pass the Cherry," at which
she claimed to be an expert.

   To the ensuing questions, she explained that the game was like "Trivial
Pursuit" with someone asking someone else a question.  If the answer was
right, that person asked the next question.  If he or she was wrong, the
asker took a cherry with a stem and the answerer took one without a stem
and they had to pass them by mouth.

   The game won everyone's immediate approval and Ed volunteered to ask the
first question.

   Because there were fewer women, they decided the women should go in the
order they were seated, making Joanie first and Laurie third.  The men
would take their turn clockwise around the table.

   Ed, looking very serious, pointed at Joanie and asked, "Joanie, what
team won the first Superbowl?"

   Joanie looked at the other women, who all shook their heads and said,
"So!  That's the way we're gonna play this game!  Well, let's just get to
the fun part, Ed."

   She grabbed two cherries and sat down on Ed's lap.  After removing the
stem of one cherry, she popped one in his mouth and sucked the other in
between her lips and then the two of them proceeded to share a very deep,
very passionate, open-mouthed, two-minute kiss.  The tone for the game had
been set.

   Thirty minutes later, the women all looked a little disheveled.  They
had all been around the table at least once and the kissing had become even
more amorous, with a lot of feeling and grabbing going on.

   Marsha and one of the company reps, after a particularly long and
passionate session of cherry-passing -- during which the rep's hand
disappeared under Marsha's skirt -- said their goodbyes and left, hand in
hand.

   When it was Sam's turn to ask Laurie a question, she excused herself to
go to the bathroom.  As she finished in the stall and was about to pull her
panties up, she was struck with a thought and smiled broadly.

   When she returned to the table, she sat on Sam's lap and said, "I don't
need a question and I can't take any more fucking cherries!"

   Then, before they began to kiss, Laurie leaned close to Sam's ear and
whispered, "Could you be a dear and hold these for me, Sam?"

   Sam looked down at his hand and saw that Laurie had just handed him her
tiny, black lace panties!

   During the kiss, Sam's hand worked its way up under Laurie's skirt, over
the top of her stockings, across her bare thigh, and into the warmth and
wetness of her naked pussy!  Laurie felt his prick responding and
immediately began to believe those rumors about Sam.

   "Let's get out of here, Sam!  Now!" she whispered.

   "Sure.  We go now, Laurie."

   They bid their farewells, wishing everyone a "Merry Christmas." Joanie
hugged her friend and whispered, "Don't forget to stop and get some K-Y,
honey.  Believe me, you're gonna need it!"

   Outside, the air was cool, but not cold.  Laurie took Sam by the hand
and led him to her big stationwagon.

   Sam pointed to his old pick-up truck and said, "Laurie, I drive, you
drive.  You follow me `cause I live close."

   Laurie unlocked the doors and pulled Sam in after her.  She started the
car and turned the heat on.  Pushing packages out of the way and folding
down the back seat, she opened her coat and smiled, "Sam, I can't wait to
go anywhere else.  If we don't do this right now, right here, I'll probably
loose my nerve."

   Sam began removing his jacket and then ripped down his zipper, "Oh, no!
No back out, now, lady.  Sammy give it to you right now so you can't change
your mind!"

   Laurie lay back on the floor and watched Sam in the subdued light.  She
could see the bulge in his jeans, and she wet her lips with her tongue in
anticipation of what was coming next.  Sam placed his hands on his hips and
pushed his jeans and underwear down off his hips in one motion.

   "O.h..m.y..g.o.d!" Laurie's lower jaw dropped when Sam's prick popped
into view.  The rumors and gossip were true - he was huge.  Not just long,
he was massive around and Laurie was slightly afraid he could do some
damage -- but she was too hot to care.

   "I'm wet, honey, but be careful with that thing." Laurie pulled her
skirt up and over her hips and buns and spread her legs as wide as the
wagon would allow.

   Sam knelt between her stocking-clad legs and preened, holding his
hardening cock in his hand, "You like?  Sammy know how to fuck, for sure.
He show you the best time."

   "Oh, Sam, I'm ready, but put a rubber on, first!"

   "Wha..?  Sammy don't like the rubber.  He's clean.  No problem."

   "Come on, Sam.  You want it and I want it, but I need you to wear a
rubber."

   "Okay, okay." With swiftness driven by desperation, Sammy found his
wallet, pulled out a foil square, and ripped it open.  "You put it on!"

   Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and smiled, "Sure, my pleasure."
She held the large condom against the almost purple head of the huge cock
and began to slowly roll it down it's length.  As her fingers moved further
and further along its length, she opened her mouth and sucked the end of
his sheathed penis into her hot mouth.  "Mmmmmmmm!"

   "Mmmm...  You good.  But let's fuck, now!" Sam pushed Laurie gently away
from him and placed his dick at the entrance to her bare pussy.  Slowly, oh
so slowly, he lowered himself onto and into the sexy woman.  She was tight
and he liked them tight, even if they didn't stay that way long.

   "Ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod..." Laurie was almost lost in a
tantric-like chant.  It had been a long time [`Too long!' she thought to
herself] since she had had her pussy filled with a cock like Sam's.

   Her whole day had been building up to this moment.  First, in the
shower, playing with her sensitive nipples, then the quickie-fuck with
Robert, changing into garterbelt and stockings, blowing Sherman, all the
flirting, all the kisses and feels at the bar, and now, this.  This total,
filling satisfaction!

   She didn't expect Sam to be a maestro, so she wasn't surprised when he
just plowed that hard monster in and out of her hungry pussy.  She didn't
care -- in fact, she was enjoying the raunchy fuck in the back of the
family stationwagon even more than she had expected to -- it was exactly
the naughty, nasty kind of fuck she had been fantasizing about for the last
few weeks.

   Denied twice earlier in the day, Laurie was quickly building up to a
monumental climax.  She could feel it start in her toes and in the hair on
her head and it was racing to her pussy from both directions -- and it was
going to be spectacular!

   And it was!

   Laurie was transported to some place beyond.  Sam's big cock pounded
into her again and again and her whole existence focused on the sensation
in her pussy and in her brain.  He was fucking her soul.

   When she regained semi-consciousness, Laurie wasn't sure how long she
had been coming, but Sam was still plowing away in her pussy, and another
orgasm was, unbelievably, not far away.

   But before she got there, Sam `The Man' began grunting like an animal as
he pumped away in her.  With a loud grunt and a long hiss of breath, Laurie
knew he was coming.

   Sam collapsed on Laurie.  "Sammy good, eh?  You like doin' it with Sam
`The Man?'"

   "Oh, yeah, Sam.  That was good." Laurie hesitated only an instant before
deciding what to do next.  "You said you live close by?"

   Sam smiled, "You want more Sammy, eh?  Sure, I live close.  Three
minutes."

   Laurie propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Sam slid his
glistening, wet, sheathed cock out of her pink pussy.  Even after coming,
its dimensions were still impressive.  Laurie wasn't ready to call it a
day, yet.

   "Do you have rubbers at your place, Sam, or should I stop and get some?"

   "Sure.  Sure.  I got'em.  Follow me.  We fuck some more."

   Pulling out of the parking lot behind Sam's beat-up old pick-up, Laurie
wasn't sure she was doing the right thing.  But then, she remembered how
that monster-cock had felt planted in her horny pussy and she picked up the
cell-phone and dialed Robert's number.

   "Hi, honey! ...Yes, the party was very nice.  Listen, would you mind if
I stopped for a drink with some of the girls?  They want to wish me a fond
farewell...  Thanks, honey.  Don't forget 'Manda...  Okay, I love you,
too...  Bye."

   Laurie giggled as she looked at her steamed-over windows in her rearview
mirror.  [`Sheeze, like two horny teenagers!' she thought.]

   In only a block or two, Laurie would swear she could feel her clit
tingle, untouched, as she saw Sam signal to turn into his apartment
complex. [`Christ!' she thought, `I'm still so fucking horny, I hope the
bedroom isn't too far from the front door!'] * *********
   
