What A Christmas, Carol - Sex Stories

What A Christmas, Carol

... almost at once, like domino bricks, one triggering the other. June’s legs lifted and her thighs clamped hard around Carol’s head, who kept licking and sucking on June’s clit with eager abandon. The knowledge that she was giving such pleasure and the taste of the older woman’s juices spraying her tongue lifted her over the edge. Her body stiffened and her body clenched hard around Edgar’s cock, milking him in time with the waves of passion shooting all through her. After a last, deep, hard thrust, she felt his cock throb and spurt his seed inside her. For a minute, all three of them were frozen, caught in their own intense pleasure, only small shivers and gasps giving away what they were feeling. Edgar extricated himself first, lying down alongside her on the rug with his head propped up on one arm and gently caressed her bum. June, still breathing hard, relaxed her legs, and Carol could finally take a deep breath again. Her chin was wet, coated with June’s juices, and she couldn’t suppress a delighted giggle. “That was wonderful,” June breathed, her eyes still closed and a smile on her lips, then pushed herself up and grinned at Carol. “Did you enjoy it too?” “I…” The way the heat on her cheeks came back with a vengeance, even after all that had happened, was almost funny to Carol. Not just almost. Her lips spread into a wide grin. “Enjoyed it? It is the fucking best Christmas ever!” “Now, that’s putting it rather bluntly, isn’t it?” Edgar teased. Carol slumped onto her side ...

... and stretched out her legs, grinning mischievously at him and, in a stroke of inspiration, reached out and caressed his now soft, glistening cock. “Yep, you put that in rather bluntly, but I loved it. We’ve got to do that again!” “Oh? Well, then we will.” June chuckled melodically. “Looks like you’ve met your match, Edgar. Now why don’t you try to be a good husband and cook a nice breakfast for two famished, beautiful ladies?” The next words were whispered so only Carol could hear them. “...while I lick my husband’s Christmas present from that beautiful, sexy pussy here.” Edgar got up with mock grumbling, complaining about poor men and hard work and not finding any appreciation, but he willingly headed to the kitchen. A little later, Carol’s high-pitched cries of pleasure filled the cabin while eggs and bacon sizzled in the pan. Every few seconds, a curious eye would peek around the door frame. * * * * “...it was the stress. You’ve got to turn a blind eye from time to time if you want to keep your prince. That’s how they work, and they can’t help it. Believe me, I’ve been there.” Linda leaned forward, nodding to underline her words. “I know for a fact that Fernando already regrets it.” “I’m not here cry out my eyes over Fernando or seek counsel.” Carol leaned back against the couch. She couldn’t fault her best friend. She had always stuck to the old world view of working man and stay-at-home wife, and she appeared to be happy with it, even if Harry misstepped every so often. ...