“Chris is off limits, unless, it’s alright with you,” she said looking directly at Eve. Eve nodded her head in agreement. She figured she was in this far, why not go all the way. “Good,” Ellen continued “but I think we should just leave them to suffer” she said with a smile “and as far as we’re concerned, anything goes as long as no one says the word ‘pumpernickel’. You got that Eve? The safe word is ‘pumpernickel’ Ellen repeated.
“Got it” Eve said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Marion leaned down and lightly kissed Eve’s lips while Donna stretched out on the bed on the other side of her. Ellen got up and got a huge black strap on dildo out of the dresser drawer. She laid the toy on the nightstand and took her place between Eve’s legs as the men filed silently into the room and took their places in the chairs that had been strategically placed around the bed.
Donna was busy working to undo the bra that held the masterpieces that were her tits. Ellen had hers removed and was working to remove Marion’s as Marion moved her lips from Eve’s mouth down her throat, hungrily seeking her perfectly shaped nipples. Donna reached around and unhooked Eve’s bra making access to Eve’s tit’s easier for Marion.
From the other side of Eve, Donna reached down and slowly removed Eve’s panties. Wet and damp, she tossed them to the floor in front of the men as she watched the look of frustration that was beginning to cross each their faces. She looked back at the women and smiled. Donna ran her hand down Eve’s silky, smooth skin and to that perfectly shaped mound of hers. She slid two of her fingers across her clit making Eve cum at her touch. Donna smiled at the young woman and removed her fingers. Donna took her two fingers and slipped them past Ellen’s lips. Ellen licked Eve’s juices from Donnas’ fingers. She tasted so sweet.
Ellen reached behind Marion and slipped her fingers deep inside of her. Marion’s lips came off of Eve’s nipple and she moaned as she came. Eve looked over at Chris; the look of torture on his face was priceless. Eve smiled at that fact. Ellen reached over and picked up the strap on from the nightstand. Donna took her cue and helped Ellen put the device on taking every opportunity to steal a kiss from her and stoke her wet and aching clit.
Once the apparatus was securely in place, Marion left Eve’s tit and used her tongue to moisten the toy. She used long strokes to make it good and wet. When she was finished, Ellen slid the member against Eve’s clit as Marion took one of Ellen’s nipples into her mouth and Donna took the other.
Marion reached around behind Ellen and slipped two of her fingers deep inside of her while Donna stroked her clit. Ellen proceeded to fuck Eve’s clit. Eve came with every other stroke. Eve bent her knees and took that huge cock deep inside. She fucked it as Ellen stroked her. She came repeatedly. When Ellen had her squirming and Donna and Marion were sure that Ellen was good and wet, they left the warm depths of her sweet spot, Donna took Ellen’s place between Eve’s legs.
Marion got up onto her hands and knees and Ellen took the huge black dildo and went to work fucking Marion hard and deep. With each stoke of the big, black cock, near screams escaped Marion’s nearly pillow gagged mouth. Each of the four men were on the edge of their seats, their cocks begging to be released from the constraints of their expensive suits.
Donna left the warm wetness of Eve’s sweetness and made her way to Eve’s lips. Eve tasted herself on Donnas’ lips. Eve slowly reached her arm around Donnas’ shoulder and guided her onto her back.
“Be patient with me” Eve said as she gently kissed Donna on the lips. Donna smiled at her. Eve left Donnas’ lips and began at her neck licking her softly and deliberately southward. Eve made her way to the woman’s soft, full breasts and sucked each nipple hungrily. Donna arched her back and moaned in delight. Eve took her cue and continued on her Southward trek to Donnas’ neatly trimmed mound. Eve parted her lips with her fingers and gently applied pressure to her clit with her tongue. Donna moaned again.
As Eve continued to stroke Donnas’ clit with her tongue, Ellen helped Marion on with the big black appendage. Marion lifted Ellen’s legs up and onto her shoulders and fucked her hard, fast and deep. Ellen, lost in the moment came with the force of a hurricane and shuddered as she squirted all over the member as Marion slowed her pace. A moan escaped one of the men seated to the left of the bed. Marion could have sworn it was her husband.
Eve continued to work magic on Donna with her tongue. She licked her in long, slow strokes. She was positioned just right so that Marion seized her chance to slip in behind her and entered her from behind with the huge dildo. Marion gently fucked her from behind as Eve continued to lick and suck Donna into a complete frenzy. Ellen seized her opportunity to finger fuck Marion as she steadily fucked Eve. More moans came from the gallery, this time, the girls didn’t care who they were coming from as they were lost in their own moaning.
As if on cue, all four women came. It was rapture, pure euphoria. Eve lapped up Donnas juices as Donna petted her hair. All four women laid in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and caressing each other as the men rose and left the room. The girls laughed as they were sure the smokers in the group were taking their cue to step outside and light up.
“So, Evie,” Ellen began “what do you think, will you join us again?” she asked.
“It depends, are we doing another girls night for New Year’s?” Eve asked as the other women broke out into an uproar of laughter.
Reason for the Season by Andrea Trask
'I don't celebrate Christmas,' he'd said any time she brought up the holidays, and every time he had backed it up with a slew of reasons: it was tacky, it was complete commercialization, it was too religious and the date for what it was celebrating was totally wrong, it was an attempt to usurp the day of celebration for a completely different religion, it encouraged people to overdo themselves on food and gifts and decoration, and seriously what was the deal with that song about the donkey?
So it was with no small amount of surprise that she got home on Christmas Eve to find him unexpectedly waiting on her doorstep, eyeing disdainfully her neighbor's door across the hall, which was edged with ribbon and covered with wrapping paper to look like a giant present. Before she got a word out, he brought a hand out of his pocket, holding two small glass jars between his thumb and forefinger, one red and one green.
'Merry Christmas,' he greeted her with smile, stepping aside so she could fit her key in the door. 'I brought you a little something.'
'I thought you didn't celebrate Christmas,' she said over the jangle of her keys, letting them both in, and shrugging out of her coat, taking his.
'I don't,' he said, and held out the two jars, one in each palm. 'Pick one.'
Eyeing him with a smile, albeit a suspicious one, she looked them over. They each had a little rubber stopper, but neither had any sort of label. There was nothing to tell them apart except the color of the glass. She could see some liquid inside through the red and green.
'The red one,' she decided. 'What is it?'
'I'll show you.' He dropped the green bottle onto the catalog-cluttered table beside her couch, and pulled her in with an arm around her waist. Knowing this dance well enough, her body arched a little to press to his as their mouths met, tongues teasing and twining in the midst of suckles and nibbles. He tasted barely of himself, clean and just a hint of mint, as if he'd brushed before coming over.
He relieved her of her pants, and she pulled out of the kiss to rid herself of her shirt, her bra; she wanted to feel his skin on hers. By the time they were discarded, and his shirt with it, he had the rubber stopper out of the little red bottle and was tilting some of the liquid into his own mouth.
'Hey — I thought you said that was for me!'
'Oh, it is,' he grinned, his voice grating a little over the words as he tipped a little of the liquid onto the pads of his thumbs, and stepped back in. She had barely time to register the sweet, spicy scent that wafted with him before his mouth sealed hungrily onto her own, with a burst of heady cinnamon warmth spilling across her tongue from his own. The bite of spice was so sharp it almost hurt, and she squealed into his mouth when his palms cupped her breasts and his moistened thumbs dragged across nipples that were still peaked from the cold of the winter night.
His hands were cool, and the oil was cool — but the spice in it was not, the chill of air upon the liquid giving way to a slow heat, tingling into her nipples. His thumbs pressed them, rubbing gently to massage the oil into her flesh.
Only when it was approaching unbearable did she step back, sucking in cool air that further inflamed her
