Subject:     Early Christmas present for My Husband
Story Codes: MF mF Fm mf Mg oral adultery incest dad daughter mom son
Diary Date:  December 15, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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The Christmas season is all about giving.  It's always fun to receive but 
in your heart the pleasure comes from seeing the expression on the face 
of the one you love when you unexpectedly give them something special.  I 
knew what my husband wanted for Christmas more than anything but I also 
knew he would never ask for it nor would he expect it.  That's what made 
giving it to him so special for me.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - All He Wants For Christmas
   Chapter 2 - Making Preparations
   Chapter 3 - Setting Up
   Chapter 4 - Steve Plays Santa
   Chapter 5 - A Young Dick For Me
   Chapter 6 - Another Gift for Steve
   Prologue


Chapter 1 - All He Wants For Christmas
======================================
It was almost Christmas and as always I'd procrastinated in my shopping.  
Then again I had a good excuse.  After all, what do you buy for the most 
important man in your life, the guy who's given you so much that you 
could never give back anything that even remotely compares?  Of course I 
am referring to Steve, my husband and soul mate.

It use to be that this sort of debate was limited to what was then the 
most important man in my life - my father.  Growing up I admired and 
respected my dad as a businessman, community leader, Christian, husband 
and father.  I'll be the first to admit that as his only daughter he 
spoiled me terribly.  Anytime I wanted something all I had to do was 
smile at him sweetly, sit in his lap and wiggle and I knew it was mine.  
Later after we started having sex, it even easier to get what I wanted as 
you may well imagine.

So what does a girl possibly get for a father like mine?  When I was 
little my mom use to help by picking out something she knew he needed 
such as a dress shirt for work or something else deemed "practicalÓ.  
There really wasn't much else as I got older so it has become sort of a 
tradition for me to buy him a shirt every year.  Around the time I became 
a teenager I use to tease him by putting it on afterwards like a big 
nightshirt.  After I turned sixteen I stopped buttoning it...

now that I'm married to Steve my annual quandary has doubled or even more 
so because with him I didn't have years of tradition to fall back on like 
I have with my dad.  Nonetheless one nice thing about being a girl is 
that there's always a an infallible fallback - Victoria's Secret. 
Interestingly enough, sometimes the best present I can give my hubby is 
the one he just gave me.  What I mean by that is after he gives it to me 
in a box then I give it to him... on me.  At least it's on me for a 
little while.

Basically there are two types of presents when it comes to making your 
man happy - those things he NEEDS and those he WANTS.  For a birthday 
maybe something he needs is OK but for Christmas I like to make it 
something special.  Christmas isn't the time to buy what he would get any 
other time of year.  It should be something that only comes once a year.

which only serves to bring me to yet another decision point.  Yes, it's 
something he wants but is it something he has told me he wants or is 
something he REALLY wants but doesn't tell me for one reason or another.  
Maybe it's because it's ridiculously expensive - like a fancy new 
convertible.  Maybe he would rather pick it out himself - like a new iPad 
or computer.  Then again, maybe it's something he thinks I wouldn't ever 
buy for him, like a porn video.

As you can see, my Christmas gift buying can get pretty complicated!  
Small wonder I am always late in finishing my list.

Normally in the past when I've made up my mind to buy something Steve 
needs AND I want to surprise him, usually it's not all that difficult.  A 
sexy nightie or other lingerie is ALWAYS welcome.  True, the sexier it 
gets usually the less comfortable it is, but then I don't expect to be 
wearing it for very long either.

This year though I wanted something VERY special.  It was going to be our 
second Christmas as a married couple and I wanted to make sure it was one 
he would never forget.  The past year has been incredible and so many 
things are different now from our first Christmas.  In some ways that has 
opened new opportunities for me when it came to coming up with a special 
gift for Steve.  By "special" I mean the type that we won't be opening in 
front of the relatives.

After the events of the past year, if there was one "theme" that 
represents the largest shift in our marriage and my own personal code of 
ethics, it would have to be the parties.  I don't mean the type that I 
use to go to with my friend Beth which were basically open-sex between 
mostly twenty-somethings, although a few were in their thirties.  Nor am 
I referring to our increasingly frequent swapping activities with other 
married couples, many of whom are as much as fifteen or twenty years 
older than us.  No... what I am talking about is probably the biggest 
surprise of our marriage, at least from my perspective.

Actually I can't blame my husband for getting me involved in the underage 
sex scene.  THAT finger gets pointed directly at my father who first 
asked me to go with him to a family sex party in the fall of 2011.  That 
was followed shortly by a hotel room father-daughter party where I was 
almost old enough to be the mother of the other daughters.  Still, that 
was not the start of anything but more just me being a dutiful daughter 
by satisfying my father's desires. 

It wasn't until Steve was introduced to the family sex parties by my Aunt 
Linda that our marriage really changed.  Like heroin, all it took was one 
time and he was hooked.  Who can really blame him though as what guy 
wouldn't be if he was placed in that situation?  Thankfully Steve and I 
made a pact from the beginning regarding our marriage and sex - anything 
goes so far as yourself is concerned but if the other doesn't want to do 
something then they don't have to.  Thus while I attended a couple of 
parties with Steve and even helped arrange for some one-on-one time for 
him with a girl half my age, for the most part I shied away such things.  
For better or worse my aunt and cousin are more than willing to fill in 
for me so it's not like I am holding him back or anything.

So this gave me the idea for a special Christmas gift but it had to be 
something different if it was going to REALLY thrill him.  Just giving 
him a card or something saying "Good for one party" wasn't going to cut 
it.  Besides, if Steve REALLY wanted to badly enough he knew he help the 
trump card.  As my husband I can never say no to anything he asked, at 
least within reason.  As the head of our household he holds the final 
word.  What makes our marriage work though is that I trust him enough to 
never ask me to do anything that he knows I really don't want to do.  For 
example, Steve knows I hate anal sex but if he asked me I would let him 
do it without a single objection.  The key is that because he loves me he 
never does.  True biblical submission sounds almost like slavery to those 
who don't understand it but in reality it's only possible in a marriage 
where love and trust come first over personal egos and desires.


Chapter 2 - Making Preparations
===============================

As usual in situations like this, my Aunt Linda had the answer for me...

"Are you SURE?" was her first response when I outlined my thoughts.  I 
didn't really have anything specific in mind so all I'd told her so far 
was the basic concept of what I was hoping to do.

"I know, I know," I assured her, "I really do appreciate how you've not 
pressured me about this and I KNOW Steve is forever in your debt for the 
opportunities, but yes, this is something I want to do for him."

Indeed, Steve DID owe my aunt big time in that without her leadership 
position in our group then he would never be allowed to attend the family 
parties without kids of his own.  If there was one rule above all others 
where they were concerned it was the requirements that BOTH parents and 
ALL of the kids of appropriate age (generally ages 11-16) attend.  It 
might seem a bit harsh to not include single parents but the prospect of 
an estranged spouse finding out what was going on was too dangerous to 
take the risk.  The same went for the kids attendance.  How could anyone 
expect one child to do such things without the others knowing?

As a side note, I found the part about proving that they were already 
involved in incest to be rather amusing.  Not that I mean it was funny 
but more it was in conflict with the other rules and the actual family  
situations that I came to understand.  First, while at the party incest 
wasn't allowed.  People were expected to have sex with members of other 
families and leave the family stuff at home.  After all, that was the 
whole point of the party - to allow adults to enjoy sex with kids outside 
of their own family.  Heck, if they just wanted sex with their own kids 
they could stay home and nobody wanted voyeurs at the party.  I also 
learned that the "blackmail tape" requirement was an issue with many 
parents who wanted to have sex with young kids but not their own.  
Eventually if they wanted to join they had to do it once but I knew a 
number of them had only done it that one time.

As you should be able to tell by now, security is the primary concern 
when it comes to making the rules.  They even require prospective 
families to allow themselves to be put on video having sex with each 
other.  The videos are then kept on file and are never returned, even if 
the family leaves the group.  The primary concern here is to ensure no 
undercover agents can attempt to infiltrate.  Steve, even when I was 
included, would normally not have even been considered.  The only thing 
in his favor was my Aunt Linda vouching for him which carried a LOT of 
weight considering her long-time involvement with the group and current 
leadership position.

"Well, has Steve told you about the annual Christmas event coming up?" 
she asked.

I shook my head.  That was part of our agreement, that I supported him in 
what he did so long as he didn't come back and rub it in my face.

As my aunt then explained it to me, it was clear that this party would be 
much different from the previous ones I'd attended as it was more of a 
true "party" than just a gathering of people to have sex.

First, it was always the largest party every year since they first 
started having them over fifteen years before.  I guess because of the 
Christmas theme everyone tried to make it so there would most likely be 
at least twice as many families as even the largest one I've been to.  My 
aunt said they were planning for at least 25 or 40 families with on 
average two kids per family so there could easily be over a hundred 
people there.  That would make it several time larger than anything I'd 
been involved with before.

My aunt also explained another difference to expect would be about the 
interaction between everyone.  Not surprisingly normally the focus is on 
one thing - sex.  More specifically, adults having sex with underage 
partners in a safe and controlled environment.  People come, have sex 
with someone else's kids while their own kids are handed over to other 
parents.  There's not much "socialization" as most people really aren't 
all that interested in putting out too much personal information in the 
first place.  There may be a few commentaries here and there about the 
attributes and skills of one of the boys or girls but that's about it.  

My aunt warned me that this time was going to be a little different.  
There would be something like a small buffet of appetizers and drinks - 
wine and beer only, no hard stuff or course and the kids were not allowed 
to drink.  In addition, there would be other holiday-related activities 
as well which all sounded like they would be interesting to put it 
mildly.

"So do you think Steve would like that? my aunt asked me with a naughty 
grin after explaining one of the "events" being proposed.

"Are you kidding?" I replied, rolling my eyes as she knew without asking 
what my answer would be.  "Sounds like a dream come true for most guys."

Over the next week I e-mailed and talked with my aunt to get everything 
arranged and synchronized.  It was sort of fun knowing what was being 
planned and comparing that to what Steve was telling me - which wasn't 
much.  Yes, he'd warned me that he would be going to a "party with my 
aunt" which were the usual code words for, "I'm going out to fuck a bunch 
of young girls."  As for the party theme and anything else he might have 
known about, well mum was the word so far as my husband was concerned.  
To be fair that was what I usually preferred rather than having him push 
it on me like he use to at the beginning before we worked out our little 
nondisclosure arrangement.

The night before the party Steve was making love to me in our bed but all 
I found myself thinking about was the next day's events.  Was I really 
going to go through with it?  

Earlier that day in class I caught myself looking at my kids and 
wondering if any of them would be at the party.  Considering they were 
all thirteen to fourteen years old, that put them smack in the middle of 
the acceptable age range.  I noted a few of the cuter girls and thought 
to myself how it would make me feel to see my husband having sex with 
them.  Along with those thoughts I couldn't help but take note of some of 
the boys which only served to remind me of who would be doing me in about 
24 hours.

Wow, talk about being conflicted... It's hard when you've been raised by 
one set of ethics and principle all your life to change to a new 
paradigm, no matter how tempting or satisfying it may be.  In all my 
years of babysitting and teaching I've never once so much as touched a 
child I was sitting or a student in an "inappropriate" manner - and 
that's using the politically correct definition.  Have I ever THOUGHT 
about it?  Of course I have and anyone who says they never have had such 
thoughts is a liar.  The fact that I've written a couple of fantasies 
about being a "naughty babysitter" doesn't mean I would ever actually be 
one.

At the same time, when I married Steve and thereby agreed to submit to 
his authority, that quickly led to situations where I WAS involved with 
younger kids - albeit none for which I held any responsibility as their 
parents were always around and approved.  It would be totally 
hypocritical of me to say I didn't enjoy it.  Sure, from a purely sexual 
perspective it wasn't like the best sex I'd ever had but that wasn't the 
point.  If all I wanted was great sex I'd just have my husband fuck me 
every night.  

As I've said many time, sex is only 20% physical and at least 80% mental 
- at least for me.  What makes sex good for me is not so much his 
technique, cock size, and so forth but more so WHO is fucking me, WHY is 
he doing it, WHERE he's doing me and so forth.  For example, if I was 
blindfolded and took on a group to men, for the most part I'd never be 
able to differentiate between them and my dad based purely on the feel of 
their dick in me.  Yet take the blindfold and it's an entirely different 
story where having sex with my dad would be ten times better than with 
any of the other men.

So it is with me and underage partners.  It's not that a fourteen year-
old boy has a big dick or that he is all that good with it.  What makes 
it hot is that he is fourteen!  To be fair it's not just his age but that 
youthful enthusiasm, the curiosity, the eagerness to please, the 
sometimes blind lust as his hormones are kicking into high gear.  Of 
course the ability to maintain an erection almost without end doesn't 
hurt either, LOL.

It's the same when I watch Steve.  When we swap with couples our age or 
older, I tend to avoid watching my husband having sex with the other 
woman.  It's not that I'm jealous - I fully understand and accept that he 
enjoys himself with her.  It just doesn't do anything for me.  It's a 
little like porn in that I really don't find it all that arousing so why 
bother watching?

Yet when Steve is with a young girl I can't hardly tear my eyes away.  To 
be sure if she was unwilling or even reluctant then it would be totally 
different as THAT would totally turn me off and would be one of the few 
things that would cause me to NOT submit to his wishes.  Thankfully I 
can't even imagine him ever doing such a terrible thing but just the 
same...

As I was saying, seeing Steve having sex with a girl less than half my 
age is one of the most erotic and sensual sights imaginable, at least for 
me.  What REALLY turns me on is the eagerness that most of these girls 
have for sex.  That's one of the advantages of being involved in the 
group we are in being that everyone there WANTS to be there and are 
generally experienced to some degree.  It's so incredibly cute to see her 
go to my husband and literally throw herself at him, all but demanding he 
have sex with her while her proud parents watch from across the room.

As Steve orgasmed and filled me with his love I actually caught myself 
thinking about how he would be doing to this someone else the next day, 
someone that could almost be my daughter (ALMOST. I'm not THAT old yet, 
LOL).   Then what really surprised me were the thoughts in my head of how 
while he was doing her I might be doing her brother right next to them!  
God, what kind of crazy thing was I getting myself involved in this time?


Chapter 3 - Setting Up
======================

The next morning we slept in late so Steve didn't made love to me until 
the middle of the morning.  While I certainly enjoyed it in a way I was a 
little surprised as usually on party days, or even days we had swapping 
planned, Steve is sort of ritualistic when it comes to "storing up a big 
load".  Was he feeling a little guilty about leaving me so close to 
Christmas was he went out and had a good time with my aunt her friends?  
Well, I'd be the last one to tell him otherwise as I love any time my 
husband makes love to me!

While we showed together I came up with some malarkey about having to get 
in more holiday shopping but in reality I needed to get out of the house 
ahead of him so I could make the necessary arrangements at the party 
before Steve arrived.  I met my Aunt Linda at a nearby hotel parking lot 
where I left my car and rode with her for about a half hour until we 
arrived at the party location.

As we neared our destination I have to say that I was a little taken 
aback when my aunt made the turn into the long drive that led to the 
conference center where evidently the party was going to be held.  Like 
who would have ever called this shot?  For this sort of event it was one 
thing to meet in a large hotel suite or somewhere that was relatively 
"neutral" ground but a Presbyterian Church owned and operated conference 
center?  Had the organizers told the people running the place just what 
sort of Christmas party was being planned?  I wasn't sure which option 
was worse - the fact we were doing it basically under the nose of an 
unsuspecting religious organization or that the church knew the real 
story and had sanctioned everything anyways.

Then again, as we approached one of the larger buildings I thought about 
my own dealings with churches>  To be fair. I was really the last one to 
be throwing stones at this glass house.  Wow, like how many times had I 
been fucked in church - including by my own dad and even the youth 
pastor?  It was more than a little hypocritical of me to criticize when I 
routinely showed up for the service with my dad both next to me AND some 
of him still inside of me.  Wow, like how many times had I masturbated as 
a kid during a boring sermon?  At least from the look of things we would 
using one of the more generic conference buildings so it wasn't like we'd 
be doing it in the sanctuary on the altar or anything kinky like that.  
Mp that I haven't don such things but certainly not with the equivalent 
of an entire congregation.

"Nice place," I said off-handedly to my aunt as she found a parking spot 
close to the door.  At this time it wasn't all that hard to find a good 
spot as there were only a couple of cars parked anywhere nearby.

"Yeah, it gets harder and harder to find a place each year as it seems 
this one just gets bigger and bigger the more people know about it," she 
sighed as she turned off the car and put the keys in her purse, "It's not 
like you can just book ANY place for this sort of thing, you know?"

I nodded my head but in reality I did NOT know as I'd never been in 
charge of doing so.

"This place is perfect - remote yet not that far from the city for people 
to drive.  At first I was a little concerned that being church-affiliated 
that they might question our insistence on total privacy - can't have the 
janitor emptying garbage right in the middle of things as you might 
imagine.  But in the end money talks... right?"

I just nodded.  Indeed it did!  Given enough money I don't think there's 
much of anything that anyone wouldn't do so why be surprised that even a 
church turns a blind eye to what HAD to set off any number of alarm 
bells, just for the sake of a few dollars.

"Will you help me carry these in?" she asked rather rhetorically as she 
already had the trunk open and was handing me a box to carry.  There were 
no markings on it but it was a little on the heavy side so who knows what 
was in it.  She grabbed a similar one and pushed the trunk down with her 
elbow as she tried to retain her balance.

Fortunately it was only a short walk down the sidewalk to the entrance.  
I noticed as we approached that the single story building was built with 
large windows over most of the side facing the parking lot but that they 
were covered inside by blinds so I couldn't see much more than the fact 
that the lights were on inside.  I also spotted security cameras at each 
corner of the building and I wondered how that would sit with some of the 
people attending but then so long as none were operating inside it 
shouldn't be an issue.

"Hey Linda!  Merry Christmas!" I heard ahead of me as she entered first.  
As I stepped through I saw it was another woman that for a moment I could 
have sworn was her twin having the same build, hair color and style.

"Kelly!" she greeted me as I set the box down on a table by the entrance.  
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug before stepping back and 
looking me over.

"Soooooo glad you could make it girl.  We miss you, you know," she went 
on, "I was so thrilled when Linda said you would be coming this year.

Then she smiled and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "And just so you 
know, I think it so hot what you're doing for your lovely husband."

Why she whispered when we three were the only people in the entrance area 
was beyond me but I guess she was trying to be a little melodramatic.  
Whatever, she seemed nice but the for the life of me I couldn't remember 
her name!  I felt a little embarrassed but she seemed to sense the 
situation and handled it with tact.

"I know, it's been ages since we first met," she said as she smiled at me 
sweetly, "I'm Clare and my husband is Dale.  He and my son Dillon are 
setting up in the main room.  You DO remember Dillon I hope! I know he 
remembers YOU.  Apparently you made quite the impression last time."

By name... no but then from the way she was leading me on no doubt when I 
saw him I would.  It would seem that Dillon must have been one of the 
boys that I'd fucked at some party a while ago but then it's not like 
people wear name badges so it's hard to keep track of them.

My silence notwithstanding she carried on with, "You know Dillon just 
celebrated his fifteenth birthday yesterday - he HATES it being so close 
to Christmas you know."

My aunt stepped in to rescue me from her non-stop yakking.

"So where's Lisa?" she asked.

Clare frowned and shook her head.  "She's got the flu.  I know, it sucks 
and she was so looking forward to this.  Last year's was her first one so 
I think some of it caught her by surprise but this year she's been so 
looking forward to everything. Plus this was going to be her first year 
as a teenager so she was feeling so grown up and all."

My god, could she answer anything in just a sentence?

"So who else is here so far?" my aunt tried once again to distract her 
from me.

Clare flipped her black straight hair back and seemed to think for a 
moment like she was trying to recall their names.  Somehow I got the idea 
this wasn't a woman who easily forgot such things so I think it was more 
for show than anything.  She DID seem to have a flair for the flamboyant 
although she was remarkable conservative in her dress wearing loose jeans 
and large sweater.

"Just the Baxter and Davis families so far, like they're helping get 
anything done.  You know how they are - the kids are inseparable.  We're 
going to have to keep an eye on them this year.  Charlene simply can't be 
allowed to spend half her time with Walden this year.  She's eleven now 
so she needs to make herself available to the other fathers.  After all, 
that's why she's here, am I right?  You know I had quite a talk with her 
dad a while back but he still lets her get away with murder with that 
Davis boy".

My aunt put her hand on Clare's shoulder and looked her in the eyes.  
"Well if I know you then you just want more time with Walden yourself."

Clare giggled and as she did my aunt motioned for me to make my way to 
the main room which I was more than happy to do.

"Yeah Linda, like YOU didn't enjoy it too."

Lord only knew what they were referring to but I had my guesses.  What 
made it surreal was they were carrying on this conversation like it was a 
typical afternoon drinking tea at Starbucks.  Then again, for these two 
maybe it WAS a typical afternoon, LOL.

Leaving them behind I made my way out of the entrance foyer and towards 
what I assumed led to the main room.  Opening the door, I heard a 
startled yelp from the other side.

"Careful, I'm here!" I heard s high-pitched warning from the other side 
of the door.

Opening it more gently, I saw a girl standing there trying to cover a 
table with a tablecloth.  She was totally nude and looked to be in her 
preteens.  Charlene I assumed...

"Sorry, I can't seem to get this right," she huffed as she leaned over 
the table.  She looked to be maybe 4'6" or so - very petite with long 
hair that hung down to the top of her exposed butt.

"Here, let me help you," I offered but she shook her head.

"You're know you're not suppose to have your clothes on in here," she 
said being rather sassy about it.

It wasn't like there was a sign stating this anywhere but then no doubt 
before things got rolling there probably would be.  It was SOP - Standard 
Operating Procedure for people to undress before coming into the main 
room but with the way this place was laid out with a smaller foyer and no 
place to store clothes and such I couldn't see how that was going to 
work.

"Hi there, I'm Janet... Janet Baxter," a woman introduced herself to me, 
"Sorry, my daughter can be a little exasperating at times, believe me!"

She was also nude but unlike her daughter with the naturally bare pussy 
and barely budding nipples, she looked to be maybe at least a D cup with 
a rather hairy crotch.  She DID have a great figure and I suspected the 
boobs had a little help from her friendly plastic surgeon but they looked 
pretty darn natural.

"Charlene... I told you before that people would have to strip here 
today.  That's why I asked you to set up the tables... which I see you 
haven't been doing.  You know what we told you about Waldo."

"WalDEN," she protested to her mom with her hands on her bare hips.

"Whatever," Janet sighed, "You need to be more social this year... 
starting with your new friend here.  I'm sorry, I don't think we've met."

I introduced myself to her and then started to say something more about 
helping to set up but she held out her hand top cut me off.

"Sorry but Char WAS right about one thing - you really shouldn't be 
wearing anything when you're in here.  I don't mean to be a stickler.. 
just the rules you know."

I didn't really mind one way or the other so I quickly stripped down and 
placed my clothes in one of the baskets that were piled up by the 
entrance.

Janet was putting on the rest of the tablecloths which gave her daughter 
an excuse to bolt leaving just the two of us so I tried to lend a hand.

"I hope you don't mind me being forward but is this your first time?" she 
asked, "I don't remember seeing you here before."

I explained that I'd only been to a couple of parties so far but that my 
husband was more of a regular attendee."

"Ohhhhhh, so you're Steve's wife," she nodded.  Then she sort of frowned 
and added, "Guess it must be nice to be the niece of the president."

I understood immediately what she was implying - that Steve and I enjoyed 
special privileges.  Well, she was right but then again, I wasn't 
complaining and I'm sure Steve wouldn't either.

"You know they wouldn't let us come until Char turned ten, even though 
she's so much mature for her age than the other girls.  Not only that but 
she'd been sucking off her dad for over two years by then," Char grumbled 
which made me feel a little uneasy.  "Then there was that damn interview 
video.  Can you believe that they didn't tell us ahead of time that Ron 
was going to have to fuck Char?  I mean, isn't a blowjob enough for that 
sort of thing?  Not exactly how I envisioned him doing her for the first 
time, I'll tell you that!"

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me.  "But then I guess you didn't have 
to worry about all that, did you?"

Wow, talk about an attitude!  I was about to explain to her that Steve 
and I still had to make a video but of course we had to do it with 
another couple's kids.  Sure I didn't have my daughter losing her 
virginity but it's not like we got off entirely free from everything.

I didn't get the chance as Janet looked up and me and smiled weakly.

"Sorry, been a long day already," she apologized, "I shouldn't be 
complaining because you take advantage of just what I would do in your 
shoes."

"So how long have you guys have been doing this?" I asked her as she 
seemed to be a little more mellow now.

"What, sex with Char or the parties?"

I shrugged, "Both I guess."

"It was really Ron that pushed it at the beginning," she started out as 
we finished the last table and stood next to each other leaning back 
against it.  "I caught him in Charlene's bedroom one night when he 
thought I was asleep but I woke up to use the bathroom.  You're NOT going 
to believe this... he was jerking off looking at her with his penis right 
up against her face while she slept!  I was too shocked to say anything 
and by the time I was able to move he was cumming on her face and lips!"

"So did you say anything?" I asked.

"I was going to but then what was I going to say?  If he was doing that 
sort of thing when I was home, I could only imagine what was happening 
when I left them together to go to the store or something.

Then she put her finger to her mouth and looked a little sheepish adding, 
"And to be perfectly honest, it sort of turned me on as well."

Just then my aunt came in with the other box and set it next to mine.  
She looked at me and grinned.

"Not wasting any time I see."

I just laughed and pointed over to little Charlene who was now over by 
her father arranging a small Christmas tree that he was setting up.  I 
didn't even have to say a word.

"Oh, I see you've met our little police girl," Aunt Linda laughed which 
Janet joined in. "Yeah, she can be quite... demanding."

I got the impression by "demanding" my aunt meant more than insisting on 
the rules being followed but no need to go there, at least not yet.

For the next hour or so we set out decorations, laid out the food table 
and then arranged matting and blankets all over the place.  Someone must 
have come in the day before or at least earlier to bring in so many!  As 
I looked the place over, I tried to imagine it filled with maybe a 
hundred people, all naked and having sex.  It was certainly going to be 
something new for me, that was for sure!

Soon after the various families began to arrive.  It was obvious that 
some were regular attendees from the way they seemed to know everyone 
while a good number looked to be relatively new from the way they 
appeared a bit more shy at first.  I wondered if they allowed newbies at 
such a large gathering as it was quite different from the smaller groups 
that normally go together. 

The answer to THAT question was soon available as my aunt pointed out a 
family as they came in and started to undress.

"That's the Carson family.  It's their first time here.  Actually I was 
the one to recommend them.  Kristi and I sold them their new executive 
home in that new development in Upper St. Clair.  There was just 
something in the way Phil and his daughters interacted... you know what I 
mean.  It's like when you're with your dad.  You don't even realize it at 
times I think but there's something beautiful when a father and daughter 
have that sort of special bond between them."

"So what... they just told you he was screwing their daughters?" I asked 
rather incredulously.

"Of course not silly," my aunt groaned, "It wasn't until Kristi ‘sealed 
the deal' with Phil that he spilled the beans."

Leave it to my slutty cousin.  It didn't surprise me at all that Kristi 
had slept with the father to help get them to sign the paperwork - if 
that was even necessary.  More likely she had been flirting the whole 
time and he just couldn't hold back anymore.

"Did the mom know at the time?"

Linda shook her head as she watched the two teenagers undressing next to 
their already naked parents.

"It was more like your grandmother... don't ask, don't tell.  Oh she knew 
but she didn't say anything.  Besides, they were both already in their 
teens when they started so it wasn't like they didn't know what they were 
doing."

"Whatever," I sighed, not quite understanding how such things worked, "So 
how old are they now?"

"Fourteen... their twins but you'd never guess it from looking at them.  
Amy is the brunette and she's the adventurous one.  You should see their 
interview video.  It was like she was a porn star. It's the little blonde 
Chloe I'm a little worried about today - see how long she's taking to 
undress?"

"Why are you worried?"

My aunt frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth turning down just a 
bit but enough for me to see the concern.  "I don't know, just a feeling 
I guess.  Remember how I said Amy was practically begging to be on 
camera?  Well Chloe practically had to be bribed.  I get the feeling it's 
mostly Amy and her dad at home.  I guess we'll just have to see how 
things work out... they usually do."

Then my aunt's mood brightened and she turned to me with a grin.

"You know, I have JUST the perfect idea."

As my aunt described her latest stroke of genius I just stood there and 
marveled.  Damn, the things this woman could think up!  No wonder she was 
the President of the group.

For the time being people were just milling about striking up 
conversations and renewing acquaintances.  A few of the families were off 
on their own and I assumed they were new.   My aunt and a couple of other 
mothers made it a point to bring them into the fold and help them 
overcome their nervousness.  I could just imagine how it must be for them 
to be introduced to this sort of thing in front of so many people.  It 
was like the place as a mad house.

Steve still hadn't shown up which didn't surprise me.  That guy will be 
late to his own funeral - or least that's what my mother says about him.  
It was past the scheduled starting time so my aunt had one of the guys 
whistle loudly and slowly the din died down and everything turned to 
watch her as she took her place in the center of the room.

"Welcome everyone and Merry Christmas!" she greeted them, "I'm SO 
thrilled at the turnout this year - 110 so far which is a new record!"

Everyone cheered and clapped.  My aunt then went on to explain the 
setting - the food, restrooms and other important things.  Then she got 
serious and reminded everyone of the rules along with a brief but quite 
pointed hint that anyone not following them would not be around for long.

   1. First and foremost - EVERYONE participates.  No voyeurs allowed.  
      Nobody expected anyone to go at it nonstop but at the same time, 
      sitting around for an hour or more would be considered lack of 
      participation.

   2. No incest - that was for home IF you were into it and nobody had to 
      say one way or the other if they did.  For the purposes of the 
      party you had to have a partner that you weren't related to.

   3. Age appropriate partners.  What she meant by that was at least one 
      person had to be a different generation.  Thus if it was just two 
      then it had to be a mother-son or father-daughter.  If more than 
      two at least one had to be a different generation.  It was implied 
      that those were the options - no man-boy or woman-girl combos.

   4. 100% consensual.  If someone didn't want to do something, like 
      anal, then they couldn't be forced to do it or even asked more than 
      once.  Above all else, if ANYONE felt uncomfortable being here then 
      they should leave immediately.

Those were the big ones and she obviously didn't want to get all 
legalistic and boring.  I knew that in the indoctrination they were told 
a lot more including such things as options for protected sex, use of 
toys (heavily discouraged but OK if someone really felt strongly about 
them).

That done... as they say, let the games begin!

It was sort of like watching the opening of a horse race where all the 
horses come out of the gate at once and it's mass confusion to start. 

Just then someone came in from the reception area and whispered in my 
aunt's ear.  She grinned and immediately made her way over to me.

"He's here!  Showtime!"


Chapter 4 - Steve Plays Santa
=============================

My heart was racing!

"C'mon, they're waiting," my aunt egged me on, pulling me by the arm.

Dropping me off near the entry door, she waved over at someone and 
motioned them to come over.  I knew she had something arranged for when 
Steve first came in but like always, she had to make it a spectacle and 
wouldn't even give me a hint.

"Kelly, this is Jon and Joey and their parents Matt and Carrie.  Jon's 
fifteen and Joey's fourteen."

The boys were standing on each side of their dad and I couldn't help but 
glance down to make a comparison.  Sorry boys but dear old dad had you 
both with a really massive dick while theirs were rather ordinary - but 
VERY hard already which made me smile.  Dad, on the other hand, was still 
flaccid but it was easy to see the potential lurking in his groin.

"And this is Melody," my aunt introduced as she stepped out from behind 
her mom, "Melody was just twelve 2 weeks ago."

Melody was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with her new age.

"So what do you think?" Aunt Linda asked me, grinning back at two proud 
parents.  

Well, if I had three beautiful children such as these to call my own, I'd 
be beaming with pride as well.  The boys looked like they'd stepped 
straight out of a catalog with strong looking bodies, perfect smiles and 
a surprising amount of pubic hair for their age.  Melody was a little 
red-head with freckles galore and a grin that would make the Grinch 
smile.  I found it almost hard to believe she was barely twelve though as 
she already looked to be out of a training bra and she had a short muff 
of flaming red pubic hair covering her crotch.  Well, one look at her mom 
and I knew where the hair and boobs came from!  I didn't blame her for 
not shaving down there. I imagine it must drive guys wild to be a natural 
redhead.

I just nodded, not sure what to say as suddenly it was do or die time.  
No more fantasizing, no more deliberating and second guessing.  Time to 
do it or get off the pot as my dad says, only he uses slightly different 
language.

When Steve made his way into the room past the changing area the first 
thing he saw was me in the middle of the room on all fours with my young 
studs filling my pussy and mouth.  Of course he was already nude by then 
so his dick reacted appropriately!  I don't know what was making me feel 
hotter at the moment - the two young dicks that were fucking me so well 
or seeing my husband watch as they drilled me.

Steve didn't say a word but the expression on his face told volumes.  I 
don't think he even realized it when he grabbed his hardened shaft and 
started stroking himself slowly.  Well, that was the signal for Phase 
Two...

With a nudge from Aunt Linda, Carrie went up to Steve with a Santa hat 
and told him to have a seat.  Then little Melody moved in next to him and 
asked if she could sit on Santa's lap.  Of course Steve agreed and I saw 
both of her parents wanting as Steve picked her up and sat her down on 
his lap with his dick poking up between her tiny legs.

Carrie had stepped back but she moved in closer again so her daughter 
could hear her.

"Now Melody, if you want Santa to listen to your wishes then you have to 
make him happy...  you know how to make Santa happy, don't you?"

Even her brothers were slowing down now as all of us were watching to see 
how Melody was going to make my husband, or should I say Santa, happy.  I 
had no doubt that Melody had plenty of experience and knew exactly how to 
please a man like Steve and I wasn't disappointed.

"I need daddy to help me," the little girl said to her mom as she turned 
to see where he was standing.

Carrie motioned over to her husband who picked up his little girl by the 
waist with both hand just enough to get my husband's dick underneath her.  
Melody expertly reached down and position him in place and then nodded at 
her daddy who lowered her slowly down onto Steve's waiting erection as 
she faced him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"There Santa, are you happy now?" my aunt chimed in as the little girl 
somehow managed to over half of his in her.  It would likely have been a 
physical impossibility for her to take it all but she wasn't doing too 
bad a job for someone her age and size.

Actually I think little Melody was happier than Santa!  She was grinning 
and bouncing on my husband's dick, laughing and giggling.  I noticed she 
kept looking around, fully aware that she was the center of attention and 
talking full advantage of it.

Just then Jon blew his load in my mouth and I almost choked as I'd been 
paying more attention to the girl on my husband's lap than the dick in my 
mouth.  As the oldest, Jon had played his trump card to get to fuck my 
mouth while younger Matt took my pussy. Matt seemed to be more interested 
in what his sister was doing than Jon had been so it was a few more 
minutes before he exploded inside of my pussy.

The two boys promptly made their way to their next conquest, leaving me 
with that distinctive taste in my mouth and wet feeling between my legs. 
I sat down cross-legged to watch Santa getting HIS wish.  As I mentioned 
earlier, normally I couldn't care less to see Steve's dick in another 
pussy but so see this pale little girl impaled on him like a butterfly in 
a collection, his hard cock moving more slowly now in and out of her as 
she rocked on him was something special.  I couldn't get over how much 
SHE was enjoying herself as well with her non-stop giggling as if he was 
tickling her the entire time.  It was SOOO erotic to watch them turn such 
a typical Christmas scene into something incredibly erotic.

Quite a group was now watching them and after she was finished with her 
LONG list her mom moved in and told her it was time to say goodbye to 
Santa.  From the looks on some of the other fathers I think she was going 
to be in pretty high demand for the entire evening!

With his cock freed, at least for the moment, Steve finally looked over 
at me and grinned.  He mouthed "I love you" but before he could say 
anything else, the next girl in line to see "Santa" was mounting his dick 
so she could tell him her wishes.  Judging from the line, he was going to 
be occupied for while!

With my husband's needs taken care of, I moved over to grab something to 
snack on.  The boys had fucked me so quickly it was like I'd already 
almost forgotten about them.  Oh well, it was for Steve's benefit that 
I'd com, not mine.  I knew that Steve loved it when I watched him fucking 
these girls, as much as I tried to tell him I didn't.  

Returning back to the center of the room, I stood across from Steve as I 
munched on some crackers and cheese.  Our eyes met and I knew he was in 
heaven as a somewhat older girl was now taking her turn.  She looked to 
be fifteen, maybe even sixteen and had boobs I would have died for at her 
age.  the girl was riding his pole like a pro, grinding and twisting as 
she wound her pussy around his erection.  How he hadn't cum yet was a 
total mystery to me!


Chapter 5 - A Young Dick For Me 
===============================

As I was watching my husband take on a line of eager young horny girls I 
felt a tap on my arm and looked down to see the cutest little boy I'd 
seen in ages.  Behind him was his mother, or at least I assumed so, her 
hands on his shoulders.  He had a head full of chestnut brown hair in a 
bowel cut with green eyes that seemed to bore through me to my soul.  
God, he must have been only eleven or twelve judging from his little cock 
and short stature. 

"Sorry... I hate to impose," his mother spoke for him almost 
apologetically, "But this is our first time and Jacob would like to have 
sex with you."

Throwing Steve a kiss, I motioned for us to move aside to someplace more 
quieter in the room. 

"I'm Sally... that's my husband Simon over there doing that little blonde 
girl," she introduced herself, "And my precious Jacob here is eleven 
years old but don't let that fool you... he knows what to do."

I looked down at Jacob who was grinning up at me.  Judging from the 
little erection he was sporting, he DID seem to have some idea of what 
was happening, that was for sure.  Mussing up his hair a little, I bent 
my knees so I could look him in the face and smiled. 

"So tell me Jacob, do you have sex with your mom?"

He grinned and just nodded, looking up at his mother who just nodded and 
tried to direct his attention back to me.

"And how long have you been doing that with your mom?"

Jacob seemed uncertain as to how to answer so Sally cut in saying, 
"Actually we only started having full sex about a couple of months ago 
but I've been sucking him since he was a baby."

"So this is your first night, eh?  And how did you guys find out about 
all this?"

"Oh that was all Simon... he's been doing his brother's daughter now for 
over a year and apparently he knew about it and recommended us."

"So does his brother come too?"

Sally shook her head, "No, he doesn't like the no incest rule.  They came 
once but that was it."

"So how do you feel seeing him doing that little girl?" I asked, "She 
looks to be what, maybe thirteen?"

"I guess it's only fair.  Jacob's our only child so it's sort of unfair 
that I get all the attention."

Well, I guess that's what you call being open-minded.

"So who else have you been with Jacob?" I asked him as sweetly as I 
could.

Jacob looked back at his mom again as if once again uncertain what he 
should say but his mom came to his rescue again.

"Just me so far," she explained, "He has a little friend at school who 
has been sucking him this year in school but they don't have sex... yet."

What could I say?  Between those incredible eyes and that endearing smile 
how could I say no?   Technically I wasn't suppose to anyway.  The non-
consensual rule applied more to the kids than to the adults anyway.  

"Does he eat pussy?" I asked Sally, not bothering to go to Jacob first 
this time.

"Oh yes... he's quite good actually.  I've been training him since he was 
little."

Well THAT remained to be seen.  Heck, most adult men couldn't do that 
great a job so I didn't have the highest expectations from an eleven 
year-old.   Frankly, I'd much rather have his mom do me!  besides, she 
was pretty hot herself.

"Jacob, show Kelly what you do to mommy's special place," she said as I 
laid back against a large pillow and spread my legs for him.

I don't know about Jacob but this was certainly something new for me.  
Most boys only want to touch my pussy and the stick their dick in it 
which isn't all that hard to understand.  Since they don't have one, the 
mystique and taboo of a girl's hidden secret must be tantalizing and to 
feel it with their hands and push their fingers up inside has to be 
thrilling for them.  I guess it's sort of like when I touched my first 
dick (which just happened to be my dad's).  Of course once THAT is said 
and done the primary focus on their adolescent minds is to do what EVERY 
boy dreams of most of his day... fucking me.

Thus this was the first time I was going to be eaten by a boy younger 
than sixteen - the age Steve was going way back to when I was a freshman 
in high school and he would tongue me.  It felt a little risqué to lean 
back on my elbows and spread my legs apart obscenely for this cute little 
boy who kept looking back at his mother as if for her continued approval.

"It's OK Jacob... you can do her," she encouraged him.  Then she smiled 
at me and lifted one shoulder saying, "Don't worry... It's just I've 
always told him that this was something special between him and me."

It was sort of opening the barn door in that once Jacob got down on his 
knees and leaned into my crotch, all hesitation ended abruptly.  I laid 
back against a pillow and put my hands under my butt to help lift up my 
hips to make it easier for him but he seemed to be doing well on his own.  
Damn, the kids WAS pretty good!

"Oh wow, you've taught him well!" I exclaimed as he expertly twirled his 
tongue around my clit and inserted several fingers into my wet pussy.

Sally was beaming as she sat on the floor next to me and massaged my 
boobs with her hand while her son went to work on me.

"Yeah, my son's a pretty damn good cunt eater," she said with all the 
pride of a mother for her son's outstanding performance. 

From the way Jacob was eating me I had to wonder just how much he did his 
mom and when they started.  God!  It was like he had just started when I 
already was heaving my hips into his face as my orgasm struck.

"Told you he was good," she chuckled as she leaned over to suck on my 
nipple which made me practically jump given how sensitive it was right 
then.  

I guess technically she wasn't suppose to be doing this to me but then I 
sort of fell into a no-man's territory at these thing - not really old 
enough to be viewed as a mother but yet much older than the typical girl.  
Hey, I wasn't complaining!

"Show Kelly what else Mommy taught you Jacob," she told him.  He looked 
up briefly and then grinned before burying his cute face into my crotch 
again.  Then I felt him pull his wet fingers out of me and suddenly he 
pushed one of them up my ass!

Anyone who knows me will vouch that I am NOT into anal sex but I have to 
say that the feel of his small finger in my asshole at that instant when 
I was still reeling from my orgasm and his mouth was planted on my 
clit... well what can I say but I instantly came again.

"You like that, eh?" Sally asked mischievously as she ran the palm of her 
hand over my torso.  It was just a light touch but at the same time was 
the perfect complement to what her son was doing further down.  Then 
before I could answer she leaned over and kissed me, her tongue reaching 
into my mouth as the fingers of her other hand ran through my hair.

At that moment I was surrounded by dozens of people having sex in various 
combinations and positions yet it was like none of them existed and I was 
alone in my bedroom with nobody but Sally and her son.  I closed my eyes 
and we continued to kiss as Jacob finally succumbed to his true nature 
and before I knew it he was fucking me with his little dick.

"It's small but does the job," his mother whispered into my ear as her 
tongue licked my lobe and then along my neck.

She was right.  His was undoubtedly the smallest penis I'd ever felt 
inside of me yet at the same time it was incredibly arousing.  he was all 
but laying on top of me and I felt his mouth on my boob as he 
rhythmically drove his dick in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

"God I love your son fucking me," I whispered hoarsely to Sally.  What 
made it even more special was knowing that I was the first girl he'd had 
sex with other than his own mother.

"Ready to cum baby?" she asked him as he started to thrust faster.

Jacob just nodded, biting his lower lip as he concentrated intently on 
what he was doing to me.

"Tell mommy when you cum baby," she encouraged him.  I didn't need him to 
say anything when an instant later he froze with his dick pushed in me.

"I'm doing it mom," he was barely able to gasp as I felt his hips 
instinctively driving him into me as he ejaculated, doing what Mother 
Nature was telling him to do in his effort to mate me.

He finished rather quickly and I doubted there was a lot in me at his 
young age but as people like to say, it was the thought that counted.

"Come here and let mommy taste you," she told him when he was done and 
immediately pulled out me - typical reaction for a young boy.

Jacob scooted over on his knees next to his mother where she leaned down 
and suckled his dick, licking him clean.  It wasn't exactly in accordance 
with the rules but given it was there first time I doubted anyone was 
going to say anything, at least not until later.

Sally then lifted up and turned back to me, looking a little embarrassed 
actually.

"Never did that before."

I looked questioning at her, not sure what that meant as there were a 
number of possibilities.

"I mean lick a dick after it's been in a girl."

I smiled at her. "So do I taste good?"

She just giggled and said, "I'm sure YOU know the answer to that."

Then she turned to her son and said, "OK Jacob, so what do you say to 
Kelly for letting you have sex with her?"

Jacob suddenly looked like your average eleven year-old preteen boy when 
confronted by his mother and an older woman - shy and embarrassed.

"Thank you," was all he said which was plenty for me but not his mother.

"Now Jacob, you can do better than that."

Poor kid, he was suddenly beet red but he listened to his mother and said 
softly, "Thank you letting me have sex with you.  I really liked it."

"Well I enjoyed it too Jacob," I reassured him, "You're really grown up 
for your age."

That wasn't all that was gown up - his little dick was at full erection 
status already.  Actually I don't think it really dwindled all that much 
in the first place.

"Looks like Jacob is ready for more mom," I teased Sally, "Aren't you 
going to take advantage of a few yourself?  Trust me, some of the older 
ones especially are incredible."

Now it was Sally's turn to look slightly embarrassed but then I saw the 
flash of lust in her eye as she looked around the room at all the naked 
young boys, each and every one of them sporting a solid erection if you 
could see it and they weren't fucking one of the moms.


Chapter 6 - Another Gift for Steve 
==================================

I left Sally and Jacob and went back to see how Steve was doing.  
Surprisingly he must have made his way through the line of girls and I 
located him at the food table with my Aunt Linda.

"Ahhhhhh, we were just talking about you!" Steve greeted me as he reached 
out to kiss me.

My aunt patted me playfully on my bare butt.  "Couldn't help but see you 
having a good time with that new boy and his mom.  From the looks of 
things the dad is enjoying himself too."

She nodded over towards where I saw a father sitting on a folding chair 
with someone's daughter bouncing on his lap.  She looked to be maybe in 
her early teens with perky little boobs and a really cute ass.

Steve cut in before I could answer asking, "So are you ruined forever 
now?  Nothing bigger than three inches?"

We all laughed together at that one.

"So Kelly, I think it's time, don't you?"  my aunt asked rhetorically.  
Well, since she was the one that had thought up the idea and set 
everything up, I guess she needed to be the one to make it happen.  Heck, 
I didn't even know the parents.

My aunt grinned naughtily and turned to Steve, reaching down to stroke 
his dick a few times to keep his attention as his gaze wandered the room 
taking in the sights.

"Remember that ne family I told you about earlier?" she asked him.

"You means the Casey's?" he asked with a little hesitation.

"No... see what happens when men fuck Kelly," she teased Steve as she 
tugged on his cock, "All the blood leaves the brain.  

"The CARSON family dummy," she reminded my husband.

Steve rolled his eyes up and nodded.  "Oh yeah, the ones with the twins, 
right?  Yeah, the brunette one sat on my lap earlier."

"That would be Amy," my aunt filled him in, "and I bet she did more than 
just sit on your lap."

Steve chuckled and looked at me and winked.

"Well I was telling Kelly that Chloe, the blonde one, had me concerned a 
little.  Not only don't the twins look alike, but they seem to be on 
different pages when it comes to sex."

"And...?" Steve asked, trying to draw out of her whatever it was my aunt 
was cooking up for him.

"Well, me and Kelly thought it might be easier for Chloe if she started 
out with another couple that wasn't so old rather than handing her over 
to just any horny father."

Steve's grin grew exponentially larger.  "Sounds interesting."

"So anyway, look over there in the corner," my aunt directed him, 
pointing over to the far corner which was furthest away from the 
entrance.

Seated on a folding chair between what must have been her parents was 
Chloe, her legs crossed and her hands folded in front of her.  She was 
nude of course but wasn't exactly displaying herself to everyone.

"Let's go, they've been waiting so patiently while you two have been 
playing around."

The three of us made our way through the crowd, trying not to trip over 
the various couples.  I'd never been anywhere where so many people were 
all having sex at the same time in the same room.  The odor of sex 
permeated the room and the moans of women and girls and the groans of 
their sons and fathers filled the air.

"Phil... Ann... this is Kelly and Steve, the couple I was telling you 
about," my aunt started her introductions, "and of course Chloe.  Chloe, 
Kelly is my niece."

Notably missing was Amy but from what little I'd heard about her I had a 
pretty good idea of what she was doing now that she was done riding my 
husband.

Phil had his arm around Chloe's shoulder, her long blonde hair flowing 
straight down her back over it.  Chloe's mom was holding her hand. Chloe 
never look up, staring intently at her bare feet.

"Is everything OK Chloe?" I asked with genuine concern.

For the first time at one of these parties I found myself wondering if a 
girl was her on her own volition and that bothered me.  Knowing that they 
couldn't come without both of their daughters (there was no way to hide 
that fact given the security checks they had to pass), had Chloe been 
pressured to come?

"It's just our first time in a group setting like this and she's 
nervous," Ann tried to explain.

"Had she done anyone but you Phil?" my aunt asked as Steve stood back 
trying not to say anything stupid.

"Oh sure," Phil quickly replied, patting his daughter on her shoulder, 
"She's quite popular at school, if you know what I mean.  And we've been 
with several other families in the past and she's never had a problem."

"Did she know them?" I asked.

"Of course, it was all in the family so to speak," Ann answered for him.

Now it was making sense to me.  it didn't take a rocket scientist to 
figure this one out or a degree in Freudian psychology.  I squatted down 
and put my hand on Chloe's knee.  I felt her pull away slightly but she 
didn't push my hand away.

"So Chloe, would you like to have sex with my husband?  He thinks you're 
very pretty you know... and VERY sexy."

For the first time she looked up and rather than a worried or unhappy 
face what I saw was determination.

"I want my dad to do me," was her first response.

"Do you know that your sister was with my husband earlier?"

Chloe's face darkened.  Wrong question.

"So what? She's a slut."

I squeezed her know and looked at her mother who was keeping quiet before 
looking back at Chloe again.

"Well I was a slut too at your age... and I like to think I still am.  
There's nothing wrong with being a slut Chloe, it just means boys like 
you.  Besides, don't you do it with the boys at school too?"

Chloe frowned and I realized I needed to change the subject but then she 
answered first saying, "Yeah but I don't do them all like Casey does."

"You know Chloe, there are a lot of men here today who would love to fuck 
you.  Doesn't that make you feel good?"

For the first time there was a crack of a smile.

"Yeah...," she said softly, wiggling a little in her seat, "I guess so."

I motioned at Steve to move over next to me.  Thankfully he was back to 
full erect status after watching Chloe.  I reached out and grabbed 
Steve's dick.

"See this Chloe?  Do you know why my husband is so hard right now?"

Chloe giggled just a little and looked at my husband's dick, biting her 
lower lip slightly before answering with, "Me... he wants me."

"How does that make you feel when men want you for sex Chloe?"

This time I was rewarded with a full smile as she looked up at her dad 
before saying, "It makes me feel good, grown up I guess."

"Would you like to touch it?" I asked, holding onto Steve's erection and 
pointing it in her direction.

She nodded eagerly and uncrossed her legs.  Letting go of her mom's hand, 
she leaned forward to grab Steve's dick with her right hand.

"Would you like to suck it?" I asked her.

Chloe made sort of a funny face and looked over to her mom for help.

"Chloe really doesn't like the taste of cum so as long as he doesn't cum 
in her mouth she's OK with it.  She's not quite as eager about it as her 
sister though,"  Ann explained.

Well, if that was the case then Steve was just going to have to go 
without for once.  This was starting to become more of something I wanted 
to go well for Chloe more so than even Steve, Christmas present or not.

"Well, why don't we just not worry about that then," I said sweetly to 
her, rubbing her upper leg with my hand.  God she felt so warm and soft!

"Can my husband fuck you now Chloe?" I asked her slowly, "You can feel 
how much he wants you for yourself now."

This time she went to her dad who just nodded and squeezed her shoulder.

Given she had just been sitting for quite a while, it wasn't like I 
thought she should just bend over and take Steve without any preparation. 
Besides, I knew it would help make this a Christmas gift to remember if I 
did it.  Now it was up to Chloe...

Reaching between her legs, I was pleased when she spread them apart 
slightly to allow me to reach her pussy covered with fuzzy brown pubic 
hair.  Touching her gently with the tip of my finger, I felt her stiffen 
when I reached her clit.

"Do you like it when a girl licks you Chloe?"

This time there was no hesitation.  "Oh yeah, that's my favorite thing."

Looking up at Ann, I saw her glancing at Phil and rolling her eyes.  
Well, well... so Chloe was bi... if not a full lesbian as I was starting 
to suspect.  So THAT was what was causing the issues - she wanted to be 
with girls, not boys and this party was all about heterosexual sex.

"I see there's more than just hair color being different between your 
daughters mom," I said to Ann with a grin.

Ann didn't answer but I got the impression she wasn't thrilled with 
having a lesbian daughter.  Still at fourteen there was plenty of time to 
experiment and see where her true sexuality resided before shutting off 
any opportunities so I didn't feel bad about what I did next.

Without saying anything else I leaned forward and pushed me head between 
her silky white thighs and pressed my nose against her fuzzy hair.  Damn 
she smelled good!  Reaching out with my tongue, I ran it up her slit 
until I pushed aside her hood and tickled her clit.  I was rewarded with 
her wiggling in her seat and scooting up more forward in the chair to 
make it more available to me.

Looking up briefly, I said to Ann, "Why don't you keep Steve primed while 
I get your daughter ready for him?"

The I looked over at Phil who still was holding onto Chloe like he was 
trying to keep her to himself.

"Have you fucked any of the other girls yet Phil?"

Phil shook his head to which I responded, "Then why not go enjoy 
yourself?  I think we've got everything under control now."

Aunt Linda stepped over and tugged on Phil's erection playfully.  
"C'mon 
big guy, I know just the perfect little girl for you..."
Aunt Linda 
looked at Steve, Steve looked at me, I looked at Aunt Linda 
and 
simultaneously we all said "Samantha!"

Phil didn't protest but he did take the time to lean over and kiss Chloe 
before getting up.  I was pleased that it was more than just a fatherly 
peck on the cheek but more like a man leaving his lover.

"Have fun Chloe bear," he said as he patted her head.

I was back to licking her pussy so she wasn't listening all that much.  
Pushing my index finger into her pussy hole, I pushed my tongue flat 
against her clit, applying a steady pressure as I wiggled my finger 
inside of her.

Meanwhile I heard Steve grunting as Ann started sucking his dick.

"Don't make him cum!" I warned her.  That was the last thing I needed 
right now - a flaccid husband.

Speaking of cumming, Chloe's hand pushed its way in front of my face as 
she took over and started to masturbate. I kept "fucking" her with my 
fingers as she pushed herself to her first orgasm.

Standing up as Chloe closed her eyes and bucked in the chair as she drove 
herself even higher, I patted Steve on his ass and said, "I think she's 
about ready for you hubby."

Steve grinned and Ann sat back in her chair, wiping her mouth off with 
the back of her hand.

"You gonna stay and watch?" I asked her as Steve moved in closer to her 
daughter, "Lots of fresh young cock out there waiting for you."

"Well, I don't think she cares right now," Ann said with a mischievous 
grin as she stood up.  She leaned over and kissed me briefly on the lips 
saying, "Thanks so much for helping out... if we can EEVR do anything to 
repay you..."

I just smiled and she left for who knows what.  I had no doubt she would 
soon be approached by any number of horny teenage boys looking for some 
fresh mommy pussy.

"Fuck her Steve... I want to watch you fuck her good."

Steve bent his knees until his dick was lined up and then she reached 
down to guide him in.  Well, maybe I was wrong about the lesbian thing, 
LOL.  In any case he was soon buried in her tight fourteen year-old 
pussy.  Once he was in her, he reached under her and grabbed her butt 
with both hands, one on each cheek.  Lifting up, he pulled her into him 
and picked her up and off the chair as he straightened his legs under 
her.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed with a giggle as she settled down hardon my 
husband's shaft.  Her arms wrapped around his neck and her perky boobs 
pressed tightly into his chest as he bounced the little girl on his dick.  
She couldn't have weight ninety pounds soaking wet and probably less than 
eighty.  Her thin legs barely were long enough to wrap around his waist.

"You like going for a ride Chloe?" he teased her as he moved around the 
corner of the room with her stuck on his cock.

"I LIKE this kind of horsey ride," she said jokingly back.

Steve made his way to some blanket and pillows and gently lowered to his 
knees and then laid her on her back, keeping his dick inside of her the 
entire time.  As he started fucking her missionary style I kneeled down 
behind her head so I got a great view of the action.  Then I thought 
better of it and moved in closer, lifting her head up and placing it on 
my bare thighs up against my belly as my husband drilled her with his 
cock.

"Damn she's tight!" Steve groaned as he pushed hard into her.

Soon he flipped her over and she rode him cowgirl facing him.  Her head 
tossed back letting her long hair drape down to her cute little butt as 
it settled into Steve's groin.

"Feel better now?" I asked, trying to get her attention briefly.

"Uh huh!" she grunted as she worked his cock in her.

The from behind her I heard, "Way to go Chloe!  I knew you had it in 
you!"

Her twin sister Amy appeared beside her.  "And boy, do you have it IN you 
sis!"

Amy laughed at her own joke but Chloe seemed not to care one way or the 
other.  The only thing she DID seem to care about was my husband's cock 
inside of her.

"Can I try it?" Amy asked but Chloe shook her head.  Nope, she wasn't 
sharing although from the brief look of hope on Steve's face I knew he 
wasn't against doing twins, even if they weren't identical.

"It's MINE," Chloe replied defiantly as she stopped bouncing and sat down 
hard on Steve, driving him as deep into her as she could.

"Well, I had him before you did," Amy retorted spitefully.  I couldn't 
help but smile at the sister rivalry. 

"But he's gonna cum in ME!" Chloe shot back, the grin on her face clearly 
showing she considered herself the "winner" this time.

I looked at Steve who was just lying there with his hands on Chloe's 
thighs as she squirmed on his crotch.

"Well?"

It was all I needed to say as he knew what I meant. "Close," was all he 
replied with but this time it was my turn to know what he meant.

With that he started humping under Chloe as Amy stood back with her arms 
crossed.  I noticed a little stream of cum leaking from her pussy.  Yep, 
she'd been busy alright.

"Oh yeah, there it is!" Steve exclaimed as he started to shoot his sperm 
into the young girl.

When he'd finished Chloe lifted herself off and flopped back onto her 
butt between his legs with her legs wide apart over his.  She bore down 
and some of his cum began to leak out of her and dribble down to her ass.

"Nice job honey," I congratulated my husband.

"See, I TOLD you he was going to cum in me," Chloe gloated to her sister.

Amy reached down and wiped some of the cum that had gathered on her own 
leg and licked it off.

"Well, whatever.  I've had THREE guys cum in me so far."

There it was again, that never-ending rivalry between sisters.  Even my 
mom and Aunt Linda still had their moments.

"C'mon honey, I think it's mission accomplished," I said grabbing his 
arm.  We walked a few feet away before I stopped him and quickly bent 
down to suck his cock.  Mmmmmmm, it tasted SOOOO good after having just 
fucked Chloe!

"Couldn't resist," Steve teased me.

"I could say the same about you," I responded in kind.

We both laughed and then split up for the rest of the time we stayed at 
the party.  I have no idea how many girls he ended up fucking but as for 
me, I was asked by two more boys which I agreed to take on.  It was more 
to keep busy than anything as after having been done by little Jacob I 
had my highlight for the day fulfilled.


Prologue
========

Whether or not I'll ever go with Steve to another party... who knows?  
The one thing I WLL say is I DID enjoy myself and I think Steve was more 
than happy with his Christmas present from me. 

Still for now I think I have enough on my plate with my dad and Steve to 
keep happy, not to mention the fun times we have meeting other couples 
through our swapping membership.

THE END