Wendi smiled and said nothing. A second later, her finger slipped inside his asshole and started wiggling inside it. Before Chris could register what was happening, Wendi’s left fist began to furiously pump his cock.
Chris made a sound somewhere between plea and bellow, then his body went rigid. His cock gave a sudden violent twitch, then erupted in a volcano of white lava. The first spurt blasted so high it nearly dotted the ceiling, then was followed by six or seven shorter blasts. Wendi kept milking his cock to empty.
Chris was delirious, thrashing against the mattress as deep, guttural groans rose from his chest and fell from his mouth. He shuddered for a full minute, then lay breathless and gasping as Wendi moved her lips up his body until they landed up top and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I guess I better get you cleaned up,” she said, pulling away.
Wendi disappeared, then returned a moment later with a warm wash cloth. She started licking the sticky from his most sensitive areas with her tongue, while using the warm cloth to clean the rest of his splattered body.
When Wendi had licked Chris dry, she looked at him with her wicked grin. “Happy Father’s Day!” she said.
XXX
FUCKING LIKE RABBITS: AN EASTER SPECIAL!
(Lindsey has always loved Easter. But the magic’s not quite the same as it was when she was a kid. Until she wakes up on Easter morning to find a plastic egg in her bed. And inside that egg? An invitation to begin the sexiest Easter egg hunt ever!
Lexi Maxxwell continues her tradition of spicing up every holiday with some sexy smut with “Fucking Like Rabbits: An Easter Special!”
approximately: 2,800 words)
Lindsey had loved Easter when she was a little girl. She had loved all the holidays, of course, but while her sisters and brothers all preferred Christmas and Halloween, Easter was always Lindsey’s favorite.
She was never quite naive enough to believe in the Easter Bunny. Even though she believed in Santa until she was eleven, three years longer than most of her friends, something about the Easter Bunny seemed off from the start.
A bunny who laid eggs? A bunny who was also smart enough to have a North Pole-sized operation, running smoothly enough to infiltrate the homes of children across the country, hiding eggs in yards, from real and painted to plastic and stuffed, and then leaving a giant basket of goodies on the dining room table?
Flying reindeer and magic chimneys were much easier to believe.
But belief didn’t matter. Easter morning always started with the hunt, and ended with the basket. Lindsey’s family wasn’t religious, so Easter had never been about church or resurrection. It was about hunting for clues and gorging on chocolate.
Last night, she had fallen to sleep while remembering her many long forgotten Easters, snuggling with her husband, Tony, beside her. This morning, she was slowly swimming to the surface of her sleep, leaving the dream where she was still a small girl looking forward to a chocolate bunny and back to the reality of a 29 year old woman who would have nothing more for Easter than the blue and yellow marshmallow peeps she’d brought home from the grocery store two days before.
Lindsey’s eyes went wide when she heard the giant thunderclap outside. She shivered and rolled over, wrapping her arms around Tony. At least that’s what she would have done if he was there. Lindsey figured he must be in the bathroom.
She sank deeper into the sheets, drifting half-back to sleep, but couldn't fall deep enough below the surface without her husband beside her.
Several minutes later, Lindsey sat up in bed, not exactly worried, but suddenly fully alert. Tony took ten seconds to go to the bathroom, maybe, even after a long night of drinking and a large meal.
Slight panic fluttered through her body. “Tony...,” she whispered.
Nothing.
“Tony!”
Still nothing.
Lindsey sat straight up in bed, adjusted her eyes, and saw the pink plastic easter Egg beside her in bed. She smiled, then picked up the egg and cracked it open, expecting a few jellybeans to spill out, or maybe some chocolate if she’d been a good girl. It was sweet that Tony had left her something to make it feel like the Easter mornings of her childhood.
There was no candy inside the egg. Only a note:
Go to the bathroom, and bring Buzz.
Buzz was Lindsey’s smallest battery operated dildo. Tony gave it the name since it was so loud for its size, and because it took her to “infinity and beyond.” She smiled, leaned over and pulled Buzz from the nightstand drawer, and then swung from their bed and headed toward the bathroom to see what sort of Easter morning adventure Tony had planned.
Lindsey figured Tony had probably poured her an early morning bath, since he loved sending her to infinity before watching her sink into the bubbly water. She peeled off her cami and panties, releasing her curvy body into the cool early morning Easter air. Lindsey’s large breasts were perfectly formed with her nipples thick, pointing forward in the frigid air. Her waist curved into the full comma of her hips, which spilled into the frame of her shapely legs and ass.
She stepped across the hall, and into the bathroom. Lindsey expected to see Tony illuminated by flickering candlelight, but the room was pitch black and the bathtub was empty. There was a second Easter egg, pastel yellow, laying on the sink.
Open the drawer, the note inside said.
Lindsey opened the long drawer below the egg, then smiled at Cinderella, her glass dildo, named so because it was glass and was a “slipper” inside her.
Cinderella was six inches long, with a flared tip and thin bands wrapped around the top. Lindsey loved her glass dildo, it was one of her favorites, and she loved it even more when Tony used it on her.
Laying beside Cinderella was a periwinkle egg, with another note inside it.
Go to the dining room. Bring Buzz and Cinderella together.
Lindsey crept toward the dining room, enjoying her morning adventure. This little hunt was exactly the sort of thing that made her love Tony so much. He was always thinking of the little things, and the little things always had a way of seeming awfully big once you strung enough of them in a row.
She couldn't wait until they had a baby. Tony would make a wonderful father, and Lindsey would get to be the mother she’d dreamed of being ever since she was a little girl, running through her backyard, hunting for the eggs in the grass that she knew were not put there by the Easter Bunny. One day she would watch her daughter run through the backyard, or her son, or if she was lucky, the perfect set. Until then, Tony made her happier than she had ever been before.
Lindsey delayed her excitement, pausing in the kitchen for a glass of water. She filled it, gulped down half the glass, then stepped from the kitchen and into the dining room.
Lindsey gasped.
Sitting on the middle of the dining room table was the most beautiful Easter basket Lindsey had ever seen. The basket was wide, maybe two feet across, covered in clear plastic wrap, raining ribbons in every color. Lindsey looked around the room for Tony, but he was nowhere.
“Tony!” She called again, her loudest cry of the morning.
Still, she heard nothing but silence. It was Tony’s game, and she wouldn’t be seeing his dimples before he was ready. Lindsey pulled the ribbons, peeled the plastic wrap from the wicker, then sifted through her early Easter morning gifts:
There were chocolates and lotions and marshmallow peeps; a pink and white pastel nighty, a large sack of holiday colored peanut M&M’s, and a pretty pair of earrings; a new dildo, a sexy card game, and a toy that looked confusing and fun in equal measure. Then, surely to make her feel like a little girl, the basket had an Easter themed coloring book, with the black and white outlines of bunnies and chicks, along with a brand new box of Crayons – 64 colors in the box. There was also a book of coupons filled with promises ranging from, “I promise to scrub the toilets squeaky,” to “I promise to lick you to an orgasm.”
Damn, Lindsey loved her man!
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sp; Beside the Easter basket was another egg.
Meet me in the den. Don’t forget to bring Buzz and Cinderella.
Lindsey grinned, then gathered her toys and headed toward the den, now anxious. The adventure was fun, but she was horny as fuck and wanted to get on with the show. Lindsey’s inner thighs were sopping wet, and she couldn't wait to see what else Tony had in store for their Easter morning.
She practically skipped down the hallway, her breasts bouncing and pussy getting wetter with every step. Lindsey figured the Easter egg hunt was done, and that Tony would be naked, and waiting for her on the leather sofa inside his office, but the only thing lying on the cushions was another pastel yellow egg.
A fire roared in the fireplace, and she saw two cups of coffee and a plate filled with sweet breads on the table, but no Tony.
Where else are we going to go, she wondered, creeping toward the egg.
Lindsey had the egg in her hand, ready to crack it open, when she was gently grabbed from behind, as Tony pulled her against him, took the toys from her hands and set them on the table next to the door. He then wrapped a silk scarf around her eyes. and turned her toward him.
“Touch me,” he commanded. Tony was a decade older and Lindsey loved the authority that was always so thick in his voice.
Lindsey reached forward and ran her fingers across his chest, up to his shoulders, then down his arms, and along the length of his stomach, finally finding his engorged cock. She gently stroked his shaft as he moaned.
“Happy Easter,” she said.
“Happy Easter,” Tony smiled, grabbing Lindsey by the hand, he whispered “come with me,” and led her across the room. “Sit,” he said.
Lindsey sat, feeling the cool leather kiss her naked ass, and then reclined on the couch so the leather could kiss her shoulders, too. She could hear Tony’s feet padding in the plush carpet. Then came the sound of Cinderella scraping against the table.
Lindsey smiled as the morning licked her body with warmth, both from flames in the fireplace and the inferno in her cunt. Her nipples were pert, pointed in anticipation, and her pussy was wet as a bucket.
Lindsey wanted to shove her fingers inside her. “Am I allowed to touch myself?”
“Not yet,” Tony said. She didn’t need a blindfold to know how wide he was smiling.
She could feel Tony staring at her beautiful body, reclined on the couch with her arm thrown behind her head; big tits slightly arched and pink nipples fully erect.
Lindsey ran her hands across her flat stomach, along her curvy hips, then down to her well-groomed pussy. Her legs were closed, and she tried to ignore Tony’s order to stay away as she slipped her right hand between them. He knocked her hand away. Then he held it by her wrist, pinning it alongside the other hand at the top of the couch.
Lindsey whimpered, then spread her legs wide, leaking cunt juice onto the couch.
“Much better,” Tony said.
Lindsey heard a nearly silent plop as Tony dropped to his knees, then gave her a long lap with his tongue, from the bottom to the top of her slit.
He took Lindsey’s hand, opened her palm and placed the coffee cup inside it. He then brought the drink to her lips and poured it slowly into her mouth. She had expected coffee, but it was rich chocolate instead, warm and heavenly. Thick liquid flooded her throat, and the sweet from the chocolate coated her mouth. Tony ran his hands up and down her body as she sipped, sending chills like a current inside her, from shoulder blades to soaking hole.
Lindsey lightly moaned as Tony’s hand roamed up and down her stomach, legs, and breasts. She reached out so he would take the cup, and then leaned back as he continued to run his fingertips lightly across her body, circling her nipples and grazing the tips.
Tony slid to the edge of the couch. Lindsey leaned her head back, and then scooted a few inches until she was entirely reclined, legs closed.
Tony slid his hands between Lindsey’s soft inner thighs, and gently spread her legs apart. She shuddered, lifted one leg and rested it over the back of the couch.
Lindsey felt Cinderella kissing her slit. Tony held it against her with one hand as he spread her lips and inserted the glass into her glimmering hole with the other. Lindsey loudly moaned as the dildo entered, then bucked forward and groaned, “Harder!”
Tony pushed the glass deeper, and then quickly withdrew it. Lindsey screamed in a whisper, and he started thrusting faster, fucking her harder and making her scream louder.
“YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!” she continued to bellow, until Tony took Cinderella and laid her on the floor.
Lindsey spread her legs, giving Tony a clear view of her engorged clit and swollen lips. “Happy Easter,” she screamed. “Now let’s fuck like rabbits!”
Lindsey may have loved Easter as a child, but it had never been like this. She was more turned on than on any holiday ever with one possible exception. Halloween, two years earlier, she’d dressed like a whore for Tony, and he had treated her like his private slut for two weeks after.
Lindsey was already swallowed by an orgasm, and Tony had yet to get his cock inside her. She screamed involuntarily again, louder than the first time, soaking her husband’s hand with her cum. “Ooooohhhh... Ooooohhhh... Ooooohhhh...” Lindsey continued to moan.
Lindsey was thrashing too much to notice that Cinderella had been replaced by Tony’s four fingers, but she was fully aware when his digits disappeared and the promise of infinity started buzzing in their place.
Tony pressed Buzz hard against her cunt, as Lindsey let her favorite vibration rattle through her body. Her frame was on fire as Tony teased her, swimming Buzz through her juices. Lindsey bucked against Buzz as Tony sent her deep into another wild orgasm.
“Oh MY FUCKING GOD!” she screamed.
While Tony continued to buzz around Lindsey’s bunny, he slipped Cinderella into her ass. She moaned so deeply, Tony couldn’t keep his own mouth closed, and found himself meeting her at the edge of the groan.
Lindsey knew Tony thought she was hot. He loved her body and the way she used it, loved it when she played his games and talked like a slut. This Easter morning, he could have it all. She screamed: “Oh yeah, Tony, stuff my ass and cunt at the same time – FUCK ME HARD!!!”
Tony started ramming Lindsey so hard from both holes, it felt like he was trying to make them meet in the middle. She moaned and groaned as her entire body tensed. Tony knew her body well enough to know what that meant, so he pulled Cinderella from her ass, and Buzz from her cunt, just as she fell into a long, lingering scream, which ended with a giant squirt, which splashed all over Tony, soaking them both in her hot, slick juice.
Lindsey couldn't take it any more. “Stop teasing,” she pleaded. “Please, please, PLEASE just FUCK ME! I want your cock! I need it inside me.”
Tony removed the blindfold and looked deeply into Lindsey’s large brown eyes.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said, licking her nipples and sending fresh waves of pleasure through her body. He waited for her to beg once more. Once she did, he rammed his cock inside her.
“Oh Jesus, BABY, your cunt is on FIRE,” he moaned.
Tony pounded her hard into another set of orgasms. She arched her back and pushed her pussy harder onto his still thickening dick. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, cum for me!” he grunted.
Tony’s cock was throbbing as he pounded her hard. Just when she was certain he was about to cum, he pulled her up and commanded her to suck his dick. He stood in front of Lindsey with his cock, thick and throbbing. She grabbed his ass and pulled his dick deep into her mouth, hungrily slurping her own juices from his dick.
“That’s it, swallow me whole baby, just like that,” he moaned.
Lindsey ran her tongue down Tony’s tickler, then licked his balls as she pulled them into her mouth. He moaned deeply, and she sucked harder pulling his ass toward her so he could fuck her hungry mouth.
“Mmmm... you taste amazing,” she moaned between thrusts, the words barely making s
ense with her mouth full of meat.
Tony pulled her up, and forced her on her knees facing the back of the couch so he could enter her from behind. Then he slammed himself inside her.
“Oh JESUS I’m cumming!” she moaned, pushing her ass hard against him. Tony reached down, grabbed Cinderella from the floor, then rammed it in her ass as his cock fucked her slippery hot cunt. “MMMMMMMmmMMMMMMM,” she moaned, cumming again, and squirting another bucket’s worth of juices everywhere.
Her cunt closed around Tony’s shaft until the pressure was too much for him to take. He launched spray after spray of hot cum into Lindsey’s gaping cunt, which drove her into the biggest orgasm of the morning. Tony continued to slowly drive himself in and out, milking the remaining jizz from his dick, while gently wiggling the glass in her ass.
She moaned loudly and came a final time, shaking violently as she did.
They rolled to their sides, completely spent, and laid beside one another on the leather couch. A thunderclap outside startled them, making them both jump. Had it been storming the entire time? Their storm in the den was too loud to know for sure.
Lindsey grinned, then slid her naked soaking body up to her husband. He brought her closer, kissing her deeply.
“Happy FUCKING Easter,” they said together.
XXX
St. Paddy’s Day Lucky Lay
Tina’s been having an unlucky year. She’s hoping to turn things around on her favorite holiday, St. Paddy’s Day. She’s looking to get drunk, and fucked before the night is over. Will luck rear it’s cock, or will Tina be heading home alone?
Come on, it’s Lexi Maxwell’s ‘Smut For Smart People’ ... you know what’s gonna happen next! Sex, booze, and debauchery!
(Approximately: 3,000 words)
Tina had been looking for a good excuse to get trashed since New Year’s, and she was beyond thrilled it was finally St. Patrick’s Day. If there was one day of the year when she could count on getting lucky, it was March 17. Tina had lost her virginity on St. Patrick’s Day when she was 16, and she’d had the luck of the Irish each year since. Tonight she had every intention of hitting Sally O’Brian’s hard, and not leaving until someone found her honeypot at the end of their rainbow.
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