Christmas Morning

Oh, Jack, I do love Christmas. But remember that first one? At the B&B. No kids. No one but us.

Yeah, that was ... memorable.

How we danced and danced that morning by the fire.

Yeah, that was...

And I could feel your big cock pressing my belly. So wanton with wantonness.

Oh Gosh, I do.

And you lay me down on the rug. And kissed me so sweet and long.

I remember you had your fingers in my ears.

Like I was making love to your ears.

Is that what it was?

Uh huh, and then you pushed down my nightgown and slithered over me.

I’m a good slitherer.

And sucked my breasts.

I love sucking your breasts.

And you slithered more, good slitherer that you are.

I am!

And you kissed my belly button.

I love kissing your belly button.

And then you slithered even further. And you kissed my pussy.

Ah huh.

You don’t remember kissing my pussy? Maybe because I had your cock in my mouth. Your big hard cock.

Maggie, you’re making me...

And then I rolled you over.

I thought I rolled you over.

We both rolled each other over.

We’re good rollers.

We are. And I mounted you. Your big hard cock in my wanton cunt.

Oh Maggie.

But I’m glad we have kids. And friends.

Still, we should go somewhere.

Just us.

And dance.

And kiss.

And slither.

And roll.

And fuck.

Cookies and Crumbs

“No, no, no, Jack. You’re already had your share. These are mine.”

“Yeah, but you said I could lick up any crumbs, and there aren’t any crumbs.”

“That’s because Violet’s chocolate chip cookies are to die for. And if you keep pestering me, that’s what’s going to happen to you.”

Three-Finger Technique

“I see you like my three-fingered technique,” Jack whispered to Maggie. “Though technically,” he clarified, “it’s two fingers and one thumb, the thumb strumming your clit while the index and middle fingers...”

“Fuck your three-finger technique,” Maggie wailed. “Just get your cock into my cunt.”

Christmas Surprise

Maggie had no idea what was in the box, or who it was from. Probably Jack, she thought. She was itching to peek. Shadow was certainly interested in it. Maggie could tell she was itching to paw open the ribbon. But Shadow was perhaps uncharacteristically cautious. “We’ll be good little girls and boys,” Maggie said to Shadow. Shadow made a sound which could almost be called a growl.

That night Maggie had a dream about the box. In the dream she was but a second or two from opening it when Jack came into the room. He was naked. His penis was erect and pointing right at her. She could almost taste it. She could almost feel the comfort of it in her mouth. “Go ahead, suck him.” It was Trudy. Maggie couldn’t believe Trudy would say something like that. “I bet he tastes good,” Trudy continued. “While you’re sucking him, put a finger in his ass. That’s what I always do with Brian. He loves it. It makes him come extra strong. You want me to do it? While you suck him I could finger-fuck his ass.”

Maggie had all but forgotten about the box. It was starting to open. Trudy growled. Maggie woke up. Trudy was purring. Jack was asleep. His penis tented his pajama bottoms. Carefully Maggie eased the erection through the opening. She admired it for most of a minute before taking it in her mouth.