What A Christmas, Carol - Sex Stories

What A Christmas, Carol

... strip her naked and ravish her?” Carol’s breath stuck in her throat, but she didn’t dare to breathe anyway. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “That’s more like it. I saw you stare at her bum. She’s got a lovely, tight bum, doesn’t she?” “As if you needed my opinion there. I know how much you love bums. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one with indecent thoughts about her, am I?” June giggled. Carol’s face and upper chest burned with a strange heat that had nothing to do with the guilt from earlier. “Would you lick my pussy? I you pulled the blanket over yourself, I could pretend it’s her.” Again, fabric rustled. “You’re a wicked woman,” Edgar’s slightly muffled voice accused. “Hush, love, don’t disturb the picture. Oh yes… yes… just like that!” Carol couldn’t keep listening. She tip-toed back to her room on shaky legs. She had never, ever thought about making love to a woman. Hell, she had never thought about making love to someone twice her age. But now her mind was racing, and her body - her body was sending signals that almost made her dizzy. She climbed underneath her blanket and curled up into a ball, one hand clutched between her thighs. Nothing that she felt made sense. The heat flickered like the flame of a candle, licking, slowly burning away the wall of moral values she built up over a lifetime. The image of her cabin neighbors’ bodies in their lovemaking wouldn’t leave her alone, sometimes even mixed with ones of herself, naked as well, kneeling between ...

... June’s creamy thighs while Edgar, from behind… No, she had to stop thinking that. It took her long to get back to sleep, and when she did, it wasn’t for long. Every time she touched the land of dreams, June and Edgar were waiting for her, naked, making love, and urging her to join them. Even though she hadn’t seen it for real, Edgar’s cock stood dark and swollen, bigger than any she had seen before, and for a moment all she could think of was to feel it inside her all the way, have it stretch her to the limit, ride it to a glorious climax. Her own daring startled her awake time and time again, and she tossed and turned, sweating and breathless. * * * * She woke again at the first light of dawn. The snow outside glittered beautifully in the reddish, warm light. Everything wore soft, white caps, and there were no hard edges to see as far as her eyes could reach. The cabin was still silent. Carol pulled herself away from the view and slipped into her terry-cloth robe. She headed down to the living room and got a fresh fire going. She rubbed her hands together, listening to the crackling of the wood, when a breathtaking thought occurred to her. She couldn’t, could she? It was outrageous. And more, what if she couldn’t go through? But the images from the night came back at the smallest reminder, having lost nothing of their intensity. She tip-toed back to her room and rummaged through the large bag with the things she hadn’t bothered to unpack, the things she hadn’t thought she’d ...