Horny Holidays (The Complete Collection)

by Layla Bangs

  My gentle murmurs of pleasure gave way to deep rooted moans as she began driving the cock in and out of my body with increasing ferocity. The firm grip she held over my hips tightened with every inward thrust.

  It was an unreal feeling, it had been a long time since I had a cock inside my body, real or not and the idea that a woman I had just met a few moments earlier made the experience that much more exciting.

  “You like this don’t you Grace? You love having a cock inside of you” Karen hissed, bringing her hand down hard on my ass, the shockwave from her blow sending a sharp stinging sensation through my thighs.

  She slapped my ass again and again, and as much as I enjoyed it I wasn’t giving her an inch. That’s when she grabbed my hair, pulling it hard as she thrust harder and harder inside of me.

  I whimpered, my instinctive reaction was to wince with pain but as she continued to pound me from behind my noises gave way to guttural moans of pleasure.

  I lowered my upper body as far as I could, lifting my ass up high, my new vantage point meant each inward stroke brushed hard against my swollen clit.

  With every stroke I could hear the leather harness that covered her body flex with every motion of her body, every time she buried the dildo up to the hilt inside of me I could hear her body collide with mine.

  “Ohhhhh Karen! Karen please stop… I’m going to…”

  “Do it you dirty little bitch! Cum for me!” She seemed to get off on exerting her control over me and this was the ultimate payoff, me with no control over my own body as I submitted to the force of her strap-on.

  I dug my fingers into the carpet as I felt the electric pulses of an intense orgasm flowing through me.

  My entire body bucked and twisted, my pussy pushing hard back against Karen, driving the dildo deeper inside as my vision whited out, my nerves drowned in sweet euphoria. Karen was slapping my ass hard, just about in time with each inward stroke.

  I could hear the sound of her palm crashing against my ass, but I couldn’t feel a thing.

  I collapsed under her as the whiteout faded.

  We both lay on her floor, her leather clad body against my soft naked flesh. We were both breathless, both contented.

  We lay together on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, I think neither of us wanted the night of fun to come to an end.

  She didn’t say much as she walked me to the door of the night club. She simply gave me a small note with her number written on it.

  “Anytime you’re lonely and in my neck of the woods give me a call. OK?”

  “I will, I promise!” I said kissing her softly on the cheek before I watched her disappear back onto the dance floor, her red dress again looking stunning under the dancing bright lights.

  “You can always bring a friend if you so desire!” she called out after stopping in her tracks as if the idea had just come to mind.

  Hmmm I wondered if Caitlin would be up for it. Of course she would, hell it would be the kind of night out she would suggest.

  “So your night didn’t work out as planned eh?” the taxi driver said as he whisked me across town to Caitlin’s house.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that…” I answered coyly, looking down at the piece of paper in my hand. “It’s not midnight yet, and I plan on ringing in the new year with a bang!”

  Swinging on Thanksgiving

  Horny Holidays Part Two

  What a year. What a crazy turn of events our life had both taken to lead us to this point.

  If you had of taken me aside this time last year and told me that Jane and I would both leave the creature comforts of the US for the rustic “charm” of the French Riviera I’d of laughed in your face.

  Just the idea of us two relatively uncultured heathens living it up in the French countryside still makes me wonder about life and how something as simple like a job can lead you halfway around the world.

  It hasn’t exactly been the easiest transition, far from it in fact. My mother always used to say that there are two things that will push a relationship to the limit. Kids and travel. Luckily for Jane and I neither of us had the desire to try for children, so that just leaves option number two.

  When Jane’s company offered to relocate her as part of a global expansion, she never even took it seriously.

  Hell, she’d never even brought it up until I happened across a glossy pamphlet advocating tourism in France that was discarded on the kitchen counter.

  So why did we decide to make the jump that would test the strength of our relationship? Money. Money made the proposition appealing, attainable even.

  I’m not too arrogant to admit that we should have given it more thought than we did.

  Ever hear of Paris Syndrome? Paris Syndrome is a proven disorder people, normally tourists fall victim to when they make the trip of a lifetime only to find the city dirty, the people rude and the culture too vast to bridge.

  We both suffered from it majorly in the first few months, and now we’re getting into the holiday season it feels like it’s coming back with a vengeance.

  Leaving the city of Nice and moving to a small village about an hour drive away has helped a little, but maybe that’s only because there’s less locals for us to upset.

  If it wasn’t for Gustave and Madeleine we probably would have moved back to America a long time ago. Both Gustave and Madeleine were the first people to welcome us to the village, watching us eagerly from over the fence as we relayed our best interpretation of broken French to the delivery driver.

  We must have looked a sight, Jane clumsily thumbing her way through her pocket guide to the French language. Me gesturing wildly with my arms trying to illustrate where I wanted the bookcase, my instructions getting louder as my frustration grew.

  They saved us that day; Gustave jumped the fence and translated for me. Unlike a lot of people we had dealt with up until that point, the two of them were different.

  They accepted our obvious shortcomings, always offering us advice on how to fit in, translating into perfect English when we needed it and helping us get basic utilities sorted out.

  The pair of them makes a sweet couple, and I don’t know why we all get along so well, but somehow we just do.

  Jane and I like movies, watching TV and we always seem to be on the Internet in some way, shape or form. Gustave and Madeleine are the polar opposite, always outdoors, always hiking, camping or swimming.

  I don’t even think they have a TV in the house.

  “Tom are you nearly ready? We said we’d be over there at seven thirty… its’ nearly eight o’clock and you haven’t even jumped through the shower yet?”

  I can tell by Jane’s voice her patience with me is wearing thin. I close the lid of my laptop and follow her instructions.

  Tonight was to be our first thanksgiving dinner abroad, and Madeleine insisted we join her and Gustave at their house to celebrate.

  It was a gracious offer, I was certain that Thanksgiving was not a normal holiday for the French to celebrate but it means a lot to Jane, especially since we weren’t spending it family.

  The holidays made living in a foreign country that much tougher, knowing our families and friends are back home. France still didn’t feel like home to us even after a year, so we welcomed any distraction.

  I finished showering and put on my dress trousers that Jane had thoughtfully left out for me. I was just applying the last splash of cologne as Jane cut a path across the room, grabbing me from behind, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist as I felt her full, round breasts press against my back.

  “Mmmm you smell good. You should wear that cologne more often you know? Maybe it’d increase your chances in the bedroom!”

  I could see a wicked smile growing on Jane’s face from her reflection in the mirror. “You never know… if you play your cards right you could be sleeping with this tonight” I joked, grabbing hold of my groin, waving my cock at her.

  “You look pretty comfortable looking after it yourself!”
Jane replied, her hands playfully making their way inside my trousers as she watched my cock harden under their influence.

  It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve last made love so I reluctantly fight her hands off. “Save it for later! We have a party to go to!”

  As I follow Jane down the stairs to the front door I couldn’t take my eyes off her svelte figure, her ass gently bobbing as she descended to the landing.

  I felt my cock stir in my pants as I wished that we could stay in tonight, the idea of exploring every inch of her beautiful naked body in front of a roaring fire seemed infinitely more appealing than making small talk around a dinner table.

  I guess I’ll just have to wait.

  “What time do you call this eh? Late for your own thanksgiving!” Gustave was beaming, obviously excited by our arrival.

  “Sorry we’re so late… Tom took forever to do his hair!” Jane joked, giving Madeleine a big hug as Gustave signalled us to come inside.

  “You’re worse than a woman huh?” he laughed, ruffling my hair as I pushed past him into the inviting warmth of their cottage.

  “Good to see you!” Madeleine beamed. “Happy thanksgiving! How did we do?” Madeleine extended her arms, spinning around the room, proud as punch with her decorative efforts.

  I was too; the lounge and dining room were adorned with pumpkins of various sizes, the room rich with the colors of autumn, oranges, yellows and gold.

  I could smell the turkey roasting in the oven.

  “This looks amazing!” Jane said, I could tell by her voice, she wasn’t far off from crying. The kind gesture from Madeleine and Gustave was overwhelming to us both.

  “You just wait until you try Madeleine’s turkey, it’s to die for!” Gustave said, placing a generous glass of tawny port in each of our hands.

  “Cheers!” he exclaimed as we all clinked our glasses and downed the rich red liquor. The warmth of the fire mixed with the strong alcohol overwhelmed me at first. I felt my head spin.

  After warming ourselves next to the roaring fire we all retired to the dining room to enjoy Madeleine’s famous turkey.

  As we ate the deliciously roasted bird as Jane and I retold tales of thanksgivings past and the traditions that went along with it.

  I was certain that the stories were only relevant to Jane and me but both Madeleine and Gustave were good sports and appeared to be genuinely interested.

  Jane looked at me longingly as I told the story of how a few years ago we both made the mistake of breaking our own rule and going out to bag a deal on Black Friday.

  I felt her hand take hold of mine, squeezing it tightly as I looked to her and smiled. I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that one too many glasses of port had finally taken their toll on her, leaving her tipsy, her normal talkative self was now content in listening to the rest of us.

  “Fancy another drink?” Gustave asked as a token gesture, my glass already half full before I could even form an answer.

  “Jesus Gustave, if I didn’t know any better I’d get the feeling that you’re trying to get me drunk!” I joked as I felt Jane’s delicate, warm hand release mine.

  Within moments I felt her hand on my cock as I continued telling my story, my voice raised an octave as her hand slid down the front of my trousers and brushed against the smooth shaft of my meat for the first time.

  I did my best to continue unabated, shooting her a look as if to say “What the fuck are you doing?” The protest stayed confined to my thoughts though, her hand felt good, really good as her fingers firmly dragged across my cock.

  I could feel my face turn bright red as I did my best to hide the pleasure I was receiving. I concealed a deep moan with a forced cough as I felt a thumb brush against my sensitive slit, rolling around in the amassing pre-cum that had built on the head of my cock.

  As far as I could tell Madeleine and Gustave were unaware of what was happening beneath their dining room table.

  “Shall we retire to the lounge? It’s much more comfortable there…” Madeleine announced, grabbing her glass as Gustave flanked her on the way out of the room.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed at Jane as I desperately fought to control my stiff meat, doing up my trousers as I followed her to the lounge.

  “Don’t complain Tom… I know you love it you dirty little boy!” I did but that was beside the point.

  We both sat opposite our hosts, I crossed my legs, placing my hands on my lap as Gustave reached for the stereo remote, putting on some smoky voiced French soul album.

  We all sat there in silence, gazing into the fire, enjoying the tranquillity of the embers as they danced about, disappearing up the chimney.

  Jane leaned against me, placing her head on my chest as I squeezed her tight. I had been a lovely day, and a lovely evening.

  “What is this song about?” I asked Gustave, as I listened intently to the woman’s voice coming from the speakers.

  She sounded very passionate, her voice as smooth as velvet against the horns and steady bass line.

  “She is singing about her husband who is leaving for the war. She has one night left to spend with him. He is waiting for her in the bedroom and she is in the bathroom preparing herself to pleasure him. She is singing about making the moment count, creating a memory for him that he will keep inside on all of those lonely nights, and a memory that will stay with her.”

  I stared into the fireplace, watching the licks of flame dissolving into the ether as I contemplated being the soldier, laying on the bed naked, awaiting Jane to come into my room and fuck me as if it was to be our last time ever.

  I felt my cock stir between my legs at the thought of having her straddle me, lowering her weight onto my waiting cock. I was soon brought out of my daydream by the gentle murmur of Madeleine and the sound of our hosts lips locked in a passionate kiss.

  Madeleine was sat upon Gustave’s lap, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as their mouths wrestled each other.

  They said nothing, consumed in their own world as they embraced each other. Jane and I looked at each other with amazement, they always were an affectionate couple but this was different, there was more chemistry here, more lust, and more passion.

  We both sat in silence, entranced by the vision unfolding before us.

  I watched as Gustave brought his hand to her breast, gently massaging her pert glans in his hand to her heightened excitement before she lifted her top up over her head, discarding it on the floor before moving to focus on her bra.

  In one swift manoeuvre it joined her top in a crumpled heap on the floor. Gustave leaned in, drawing her breast into his mouth. I could tell he had latched on tightly, as her breast puckered as it disappeared between his lips.

  “Are you going to watch them all night, or take some interest in me?” Jane said softly in my ear. It took a few seconds for me to register exactly what she was talking about, but having her hot little hand return to my cock soon brought me back down to Earth.

  I turned to look at Jane with surprise as her mouth immediately locked on to my own. I felt dizzy as her tongue brushed against mine, her hands furiously grabbing at my cock as it hardened under her touch.

  I could hear movement from the other couch; I couldn’t see what Madeleine and Gustave were up to with my attention occupied.

  It was a surreal experience; I was reminded of the feeling of first being in love, being totally fascinated with Jane without a care in regards to who knew or who saw how affectionate we were.

  My hands found their way between Jane’s thighs. My fingers tracing a purposeful path along the soft flesh between her legs.

  Her breathing intensified as my fingers neared her sex until the tips brushed against the soft lace of her panties, pushing them against her crevice to her increasing moans. I could tell she was excited, her arousal dampening the dark black fabric.

  “Tom… can you finger me?” My heart skipped a beat when I realised what she was asking of me, part of me thought the idea of fin
gering my wife on a couch opposite my two close friends was disgusting, but another part, a bigger part of me was wildly turned on by the prospect.

  Jane bit her lip as she watched me lean in, wrenching her soaked panties to one side until I could see the glistening pink lips of her pussy beneath. I can’t remember a time that I’ve seen her pussy as wet as it was now.

  With her panties pulled out of the way, I extended a finger to Jane’s mouth; she took it in hungrily, covering it in a film of her saliva.

  Again my cock throbbed as I felt her tongue lash against my skin, rolling over my finger as I imagined what it would be like to have my cock in its place.

  My finger brushed against the soft black down that surrounded Jane’s sex. I loved the way that she let her bush grow naturally, I particularly enjoyed having it wrapped around my face as I tasted her.

  With the first contact of my finger against her throbbing slit, Jane let out a primal moan, falling back against the cushions of the couch, arms thrown to the sides as I pushed my finger past the tight pink lips of her labia.

  As my finger disappeared up to the knuckle I felt Jane’s body writhe and twist on the end of my finger, she was lost in the moment and I guess I was too.

  My eyes were locked onto the beautiful body before me, sliding and bucking on the soft couch. I could hear Madeleine and Gustave behind me, Madeleine obviously receiving similar treatment.

  The idea of the pair of them watching us seemed so surreal, yet somehow very natural.

  I looked up to Jane’s face, as I continued to slide my finger in and out of her cunt with a steady, forceful motion and I could see that she was intently watching the other couple.

  Her face was flushed red, which usually only happened when she was nearing orgasm.

  “What are you looking at?” I asked, pushing another finger inside.

  “I’m… they’re… I’m… watching Gustave eat Madeleine’s pussy… She is sitting on Gustave’s face… bouncing and twisting over him…”

  Now that she had painted the picture in my mind, the noises I could hear suddenly made more sense. I couldn’t resist it anymore; I needed to take a look for myself.