Horny Holidays (The Complete Collection)

by Layla Bangs

  As I turned around, I almost felt guilty, as if somehow I was invading their privacy.

  It didn’t make any sense, here I was with a rock hard cock, fingering my wife on their couch and I was worried about being some kind of perverted voyeur.

  Any sense of shame I was feeling quickly melted away when I saw Madeleine’s mostly naked body for the first time. She looked amazing as I watched her straddle Gustave’s face.

  She was incredibly thin with two surprisingly full looking breasts that bounced with every motion of her hips. Her long dark brown hair ran down the middle of her back and I could see her long, smooth legs covered in dark stockings.

  She stared straight at me as Gustave lay beneath her. Although he was pleasuring her, she seemed to be more interested in me.

  I looked away at first, nervous and somewhat uncomfortable, but something kept drawing my attention back to the beautiful waif being eaten out in front of me.

  “Can… Can… can you go down on me Tom?” Jane said her voice soft and full of an intense desire.

  “I have a better idea sweetie.” Madeleine said quite firmly.

  “Why don’t you take my place? Gustave will take good care of you. I want to see how good your man is at fucking!”

  I looked up to Jane as she looked back at me. We both stared into each other’s eyes, each of us seeking the approval from our mate, but neither willing to vocalize it.

  I slid my finger out from her velvet opening, watching her stand up before me.

  She seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure if she should take the next step. I gave her a gentle slap on the back of her thighs as some sort of encouragement.

  Jane leaned in, passionately kissing me before excitedly rushing over to Gustave. Within seconds Jane was naked, and I could see Gustave sit up, admiring the unfamiliar naked body before him.

  He gave me a smile and a wink as he extended his hand out to Jane, helping her climb onto the couch with him. “Well Tom… You’re the only one with clothes on now…”

  My fascination with watching my Wife about to be defiled by one of my closest friends would have to wait.

  Madeleine helped me up from the floor, undoing my belt, pulling my pants from me as I felt her warm body press against mine. I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing on the floor as I felt Madeleine’s eyes on me.

  “Jane has told me you’re one hell of a kisser; let’s find out if she has been padding the truth!” Madeleine leaned in, delicately opening her mouth, waiting expectantly for my tongue to enter.

  I gingerly pushed my tongue inside as I felt her return the favor, before I knew it my boxers were down around my ankles and Madeleine’s hand was stroking my shaft to the background noise of Jane moaning loudly.

  “You like listening to your Wife being fucked don’t you? Most men do. Let’s give her something to listen to…” Madeleine released the grip on she had over my cock, it bounced before settling down at a right angle to the rest of my body.

  “Lay on the floor, I want to know what that cock of yours feels like inside my tight little hole.” I did as I was told, pushing the coffee table to one side before laying down on top of a thick rug in front of the fire.

  Madeleine approached, standing over me as I looked up at her amazing body. From my vantage point I could see the soft, pink lips of her pussy glisten under the flickering lights from the fireplace.

  It took every ounce of self-control I had not to reach up and touch her opening. She straddled me, squatting down until I felt her warm wet hole brush against the head of my cock for the first time.

  “Ohhhh God…” I moaned as she lowered herself down onto me until my entire cock was enveloped by her pussy. She held her position for a few moments allowing me to relish in the soft wet velvet walls of her slit.

  I could hear Jane in the background, I turned to watch her wriggle over Gustave’s face, from the noise she was making I knew it wouldn’t be long until she came all over his face.

  “Touch my breasts” Madeleine commanded as I revelled in the sensation of her body sliding up and down my meat, her tight little ass felt great as it collided with my lower torso.

  I reached for her breasts, kneading them in the palm of my hands as her tight opening stretched over my cock.

  “I love it when a man plays with my tits. I always have…”

  At that moment I could hear Jane finally relinquish control; her body had finally reached its threshold.

  “Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh fuuuucccckkk!” she hissed as I watched her twist on Gustave’s mouth, her whole body arched backwards, her head hanging over the edge of the couch as her body intermittently spasmed with every subsequent wave of pleasure that washed over her.

  “Do you mind sharing me with everyone?” Madeleine asked softly as she continued to ride me.

  “Of… of course I don’t mind…” I replied, somewhat confused at this point that she would even ask, as if I was some kind of prude, one action away from being grossly offended by our evening.

  I watched Jane climb off of Gustave, and the pair of them were soon standing eagerly at our side by the fire.

  “Does her cunt taste as sweet as mine darling?” Madeleine asked ushering him to bring his mouth to hers.

  “I’ll find out for myself shall I?” she said extending her tongue towards his waiting mouth. I watched them kiss passionately, Madeleine hungrily extracting my wife’s flavor from his mouth.

  I found the mere idea of the slender, stunningly attractive brunette hungering for a taste of my wife’s excitement an immense turn on.

  “Hmmm I can see I have some competition” Madeleine said wickedly, looking at Jane with a look that screamed desire.

  “Have you ever sucked another woman’s tits Jane? I’ve noticed your fascination with mine ever since my bra hit the floor…”

  Jane looked sheepish, there was an obvious desire there, but something was holding her back.

  “I’ve never sucked on a women’s tits before…” Jane said softly. “I don’t know how to begin…” “It’s really quite simple.” Madeleine interjected.

  “You take my breast, place it in your mouth and treat it the way you like your own tits to be treated.”

  Jane nodded, kneeling down at my side, giving me a smile before closing her eyes and leaning into Madeleine’s immaculate breasts. I felt Madeleine’s body quiver as Jane’s mouth went to work, taking long hard sucks of her rosebud nipples, drawing her breast into her hot wet mouth.

  Madeleine reached out for Jane’s breasts, taking one of her nipples between her fingers, twisting and squeezing it tightly to muffled approval from Jane.

  I watched Madeleine take hold of Gustave’s meaty cock with her free hand, stroking her hand firmly but smoothly along his shaft. There we all were, all being taken care off in a delicious impromptu gangbang.

  As Madeleine ground her pubic mound against my own, I watched her look up to Gustave with bedroom eyes before pulling his foreskin back, revealing his shiny purple crown.

  She began lashing her tongue against his pre-cum soaked slit to his guttural moans of approval. He gasped loudly as her lips closed around his helmet, I could only imagine what her tongue was doing to his cock inside that hot little mouth of hers.

  With one quick, smooth motion his cock disappeared inside her mouth. Her lips clenched, dragging across his meat with expert precision.

  Jane took hold of my hand, squeezing it tightly as she dutifully suckled Madeleine. It was such a bizarre situation to find ourselves in but I wasn’t complaining.

  Without warning Madeleine lifted herself from my cock, one by one the connected bodies disengaged and Madeleine was soon on all fours next to me.

  “Gustave… I want you to fuck me from behind…” I’ll admit I was quite jealous of Gustave at this moment as my wet cock hung alone without her body to keep it warm.

  “Jane, you lay down in front of me. I have a taste for your cunt that’s not quite satisfied yet…” Jane followed the instructions of her host, lying flat
on her back with her legs wide open.

  As I lay on my back next to Madeleine I thought I was being excluded from play, not that watching wasn’t without its advantages.

  My fears were soon put to bed as Madeleine reached out her hand, taking my stiff cock into her delicate but deceptively strong hand. Gustave positioned himself behind Madeleine, I watched with keen interest as he took his meaty cock into his hand, easing inside her waiting hole.

  Madeleine leaned in towards Jane as her body began gently rocking from the attention her pussy was receiving behind. “Is this the first time you’ve been tasted by another woman Jane?”

  Jane looked up at Madeleine before quietly nodding. “Good… I’m sure you will enjoy yourself then…”

  Jane began whimpering as Madeleine went to work on her quivering sex. As she became more adventurous with her mouth, Jane’s moans grew in intensity. From my vantage point I could see everything.

  It was like some textbook example on the correct way to eat a pussy. With military precision I watched as Madeleine slowly and methodically made her way over my wife’s pussy.

  She began by gingerly teasing her labia with her tongue, gently sliding the tip against her glistening pink lips as they parted from the increasing pressure.

  Once inside, Madeleine took long, deep strokes, lapping up Jane’s arousal as she gushed with every lap of her tongue. As Jane bucked and twisted on the rug, Madeleine’s tongue finally found the hood of her clit.

  “Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ahhhhhhh my God!” she howled like a banshee as Madeleine lashed her clit with increasingly violent strokes.

  “Hoooolllyyy shit!” she cried as her host took unrelenting laps of her open hole. I knew that Madeleine had Jane exactly where she wanted her, and that she was about to hit pay dirt.

  What happened next caught me by surprise. With my attention split between the action my cock was receiving, and the show my wife was putting, I’d completely forgotten about Gustave taking Madeleine from behind.

  Madeleine and Jane practically exploded at the same time; it was quite a sight and not something that I had ever seen before.

  Jane was first, her moans had grown louder and louder until they reached a crescendo.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuucccckkkk!” she hissed as she fought to hold her body in its place. I could see her chest rising and falling violently as she gasped for breath under Madeleine’s unforgiving mouth.

  I saw a small burst of her cum spray from her spasming folds, Madeleine catching most of it, her tongue lapping up any splashes that her mouth missed.

  A matter of seconds later and it was Madeleine’s turn. She had been in control the entire evening and now she was reduced to an incoherent, howling mess. I felt her hand clutch tightly, almost as if by instinct around my cock as an orgasm took hold.

  “Spank me! Spank me Gustave!” he obliged, bringing his hand down hard against her ass as I felt the shockwave from his blow resonate down her arm and through my cock.

  “Ohhhh Gustave!!!” she screamed as the last of the whiteout faded from her body. At this stage she released the grip she had on my cock, she gripped the pile of the rug as I watched her draw in breath. Gustave held his cock inside her warm body as he let her recompose herself.

  “Tom… I want you to have a turn with my Wife’s pussy…” Gustave said, withdrawing his cock from her hole. As I positioned myself behind Madeleine, my cock in hand ready for some action, Gustave took Jane’s place in front.

  Jane had seemed to come out of her shell at that point. “I wonder if you gentlemen might be so kind as to finger me while you fuck Madeleine?”

  Jane blushed at first, realising what she had said had placed her far outside of her comfort zone, Gustave and I were quick in reassuring her there was nothing to be ashamed of. “Get on your knees and bring that sweet little ass of yours over this way…” Gustave said firmly.

  Jane obeyed, and before she could doubt herself any further Gustave and I shared her body. I slid my fingers inside her pussy as she moaned, placing pressure on my wrist, willing my fingers to explore her body deeper.

  Gustave placed a couple of fingers in Madeleine’s mouth; she gave them the same attention she had given his cock earlier. Once they were nice and slick with her saliva, he withdrew them, bringing them to Jane’s puckered asshole.

  He teased her wrinkled rosebud for a while; I was surprised at how receptive she was to his touch. Anal was something that I’d suggested in the past, only to be shot down.

  “Do you mind if I finger your asshole Jane?” Gustave asked in his irresistible French accent.

  “Yes… Yes… Please finger my ass!” she replied enthusiastically, I have to admit I was turned on at the mere thought of what this night would mean for us both sexually in the future.

  Gustave slowly eased his finger inside Jane’s throbbing asshole; she let out a primal moan as her ass swallowed two of Gustave’s fingers up to the knuckle.

  Once fully inside he slowly began working his thick fingers in and out of Jane’s body, alternating them with the fingers I had buried in Jane’s deliciously wet pussy.

  I could feel the motions of his fingers through the wall of her slit, our digits sliding past one another as we worked her from behind to her loudening squeals of delight.

  “What am I? Chopped liver?” Madeleine was feeling left out from all of the attention Jane was receiving.

  “Of course not!” Gustave said, taking his cock in his free hand and jamming inside Madeleine’s mouth.

  My hands were shaking as I took hold of my cock, lining it up with the visibly wet lips of her pussy. I had been aching for another turn inside her warm body, and now was my chance.

  Madeleine let out a muffled moan as I eased my cock inside the inviting lips of her cunt. As it stretched to accommodate my meat it felt divine to have that tight little ass of hers come to an abrupt stop against my pubic mound.

  I relished the moment for a while, simply enjoying the intense warmth that flowed through my cock to the soft background noises of moans, groans and the gentle slurping sound of Madeleine snacking on Gustave’s cock.

  Gustave and I soon became synchronous with the movements of our hips, a shunt from behind would push Madeleine’s mouth further onto his cock and vice versa.

  We soon had a steady movement going, and despite a little awkwardness on my part about avoiding eye contact with Gustave as I shared his Wife, I was really lost in the moment.

  I knew I wasn’t far from coming, and I think Madeleine did to. She could feel my movements becoming erratic; she could feel me clawing at her flesh with my free hand.

  Before I had the chance she pushed Gustave and I away, joining Jane, lying down on the rug.

  “Have you enjoyed your night sweetie?” Madeleine whispered softly into Jane’s ear. “Very much so! We should celebrate Thanksgiving like this every year!” Jane replied.

  Madeleine and Jane both lay down together, embracing each other in a passionate kiss. “This is one American tradition I could become accustomed to!” Madeleine joked, reaching between Jane’s legs with her fingers, sliding them inside effortlessly as Jane returned the favor.

  As I watched the two beautiful women enjoying each other’s bodies I found myself instinctively stroking my cock to their loudening moans.

  Just watching the two sleek bodies, one body indecipherable from the next made me forget that my cock wasn’t buried in either. Gustave soon joined me, two men stroking their erect cocks while our wives fingered each other.

  Jane’s body seemed to curl up slightly as the tip of Madeleine’s finger teased her aching clit. Madeleine placed her free hand on Jane’s ass, holding her close and not letting her escape. As I stroked my cock harder and harder, I could feel my balls tighten.

  The more I thought about the evening and what had transpired in the unassuming French cottage over the fence from our own, the tighter and tighter my balls felt.

  I was there; there was no turning back now. My cock began pulsating in my han
d, autonomous from the rest of my body.

  I moaned loudly as the initial blast of cum rocketed up the shaft of my cock. It splashed against Madeleine’s cheek as she continued to tongue Jane’s mouth; I could see a wicked smile of satisfaction curl on the corner of her mouth.

  The subsequent blast landed alongside her nose, and as it ran down Madeleine’s face, I watched as my cum ran between the two women, getting caught in the crossfire of their tongues, both sides fighting for a taste of my salty payload.

  Gustave was finally there as well, his cum mixing with mine with both women fighting for a piece.

  As we watched our wives kiss amongst our sticky payload, I could tell by the way Jane was moaning that she was ready to cum again.

  “Mmmm mmm unnnhhhh!” she moaned as her body again curled up, bucking and twisting as Madeleine drove her fingers deeper inside, her wrist nearly breaking under the strain as her thumb flicked against my wife’s clit ferociously.

  As Jane became inconsolable as an intense orgasm flooded her body, Madeleine began whimpering loudly. Her body began heaving as she struggled for breath; she was visibly shivering as her body began spasming at the mercy of Jane’s busy hands.

  “Fuuuuckkk! Fuuucckk! Ohhhh Fuuuuckkk!” she hissed as I watched her claw at Jane’s flesh, trying to assert any control she could over the situation, leaving long, defined lipstick streaks along her pale flesh.

  With all parties satisfied, I lay down behind Jane, wrapping my arms around her warm sticky body as the fire flooded us with warmth.

  No one said anything, no one needed to. Whatever happened was over now and there was no point in small talk to try and make what we had just done more socially acceptable. We were all simply lost in the moment.

  Jane and I dozed in front of the fire for a while, opposite Madeleine and Gustave. The effects of the port were now subsiding and both Jane and I gathered our clothing, getting dressed before Gustave and Madeleine led us to the front door.

  “We should have brunch together tomorrow.” Madeleine said, Gustave standing behind her with his arms around her in the doorway.