Christmas Treats

Back in my house Paul was back. Tina was sitting on the sofa next to him as they watched some quiz show.

"Hello you two," I said nonchalantly as I went through to the kitchen.

"Hi Dawn," Paul replied, distracted as he started kissing Tina, who didn't say anything, but gave me a wink as I went upstairs.

"You did what?" Alex was incredulous. It was Saturday morning and with the house to ourselves, I was sitting opposite him wearing a maroon half bra with firm support, and white panties. My nipples just poked out of my thrusting breasts and Alex had been idly rubbing himself while he drank his tea and ogled my cleavage. With my statement he had stopped both activities.

"I fucked Tina on Wednesday. And she fucked me. Here on this table."

He stared at the table as if the scene might re-enact itself.

"What, Paul's Tina?"

"Yes."

Now he looked cowed, "did you fuck Paul as well?" He was trying to sound nonchalent, but this was the first time I had detected a note of jealousy in him. Usually he was turned on by my exposing myself to or fucking other men.

"No, and you must never tell him."

"Okay," he said, brightening up. He quickly fished his cock out of his pyjamas and started masturbating in front of me. Once we had got over his initial shyness about this, he now seemed to do it at the slightest provocation. "But you've got to give me every detail."

"I bet you've wanked about her a few times haven't you?"

"Oh yes," he said. That was another admirable thing about Alex, he never lied about such things, it just never occurred to him. "Especially when she stays here some nights and you can hear them both going at it."

I giggled, "I know. It's not fair is it? You and I are lying in separate beds, both wanking furiously listening to them going at it and we can't get together."

"Maybe we should next time, just sneak into my room for a quick one."

"There's no such thing as a quick one with you though is there Alex? They'll have finished before long and you'll still be going at it."

"True. Anyway, tell me what happened. I can't believe you got it together with Tina. I never knew she was that way inclined." He reached over with his free hand and without looking at me pulled both my nipples out so they were fully exposed. Then settling back he continued masturbating, staring at them. He often did this, staging me as his own personal piece of pornography. I think he had become so accustomed to porn that it was the reality for him, and he tried to make real life match it. That was why he often preferred to masturbate instead of having sex, although I had managed to convince him of the pleasures of a good fuck. I didn't mind him posing me, in fact it turned me on. On a Saturday afternoon he would often have me dress in certain clothes and act out photo sets from his magazines. So I had pretended to be a policewoman, a construction worker, and a teacher, unstripping slowly and striking particular poses while he wanked himself. Although it sounds odd, I had learnt a lot from it. I knew exactly what gestures, expressions and positions really turned men on. For instance, it would probably not have occurred to me that the underneath view, so when you stand over someone and they see the underside of your breasts appearing over your pussy could be so stimulating. It also informed my understanding of seducing women, which after my experience with Tina, was something I had realised I wanted to do more of.

I told him the story of how Tina and I had made love and he pressed me for details throughout, demanding to know more about the shape of her breasts, what she said as she orgasmed, what it felt like having her go down on me and so on. As I recalled the events I slipped my hand inside my knickers and joined him in an increasingly frenzied masturbation session. Unlike Alex however, this is not always enough for me, and soon I was sitting on his lap, stroking his cock and pushing my tits into his face. Succumbing to my demands, he lifted me up and eased his cock into me.

I moaned softly, half caught in the pleasure of the present and half in the memory of my encounter with Tina.

"Promise me one thing Dawn," he said slurping on my breasts.

"Mmhhmm," I was biting my lip as I slid myself up and down on him.

"If you ever get to fuck her again, let me join in."

"Oh yes. That would be great. I'd love to fuck both of you. God she was so horny Alex, I'd love to see your cock going in and out of her, while I sucked her lovely dark nipples. Then when you'd finished with her, I'd take over and we'd make her come over and over again."

"Oh God, yes." He lifted me up onto the table. "Is this where you fucked her? Is this where she came?" He was pistoning in and out of me now, his thighs shaking with the effort.

"Yes," I urged him on, knowing that the mental imagery was getting him more excited than the physical sensation. "This is where she squealed as I licked her pussy. God, fuck me Alex, fuck me like I'm her. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours."

And with that he increased his rhythm, "God yes. Oh God, I love it."

I could feel my orgasm coming already. I tend to orgasm quite easily if I find the situation erotic. I've often wondered if this is why I like having this type of sex so much – I'm rarely disappointed. But I knew Alex would carry on for some time usually.

"I'm coming Alex, I want you to come with me. That's it, fuck me, fuck Tina. Yes, come on."

He groaned and closed his eyes, slamming me further up the table. "Yesss. I'm coming."

"Come on Alex," I screamed, "come inside me." And with that he pushed himself deep inside me and I felt his spunk shoot in me as I started to come, clawing at his arms and he dug his fingers into my buttocks as he lifted me up. Then we both collapsed on the table, panting heavily.

He kissed me tenderly, probably the first time he had ever done so and said, "Mmm, thank you Dawn, that was lovely."

I was concerned that maybe he was getting a bit emotional and although we were friends and lovers we weren't a boyfriend and girlfriend. I tweaked his arm, "hey, don't thank me, thank Tina."

Recovering himself he smirked, "I meant what I said about if ever you and her..."

"Sadly, I don't think that will happen. She made it clear it was a one-off."

"Pity." He climbed off the table and went to the bathroom. "What are you wearing tonight?" he called out as he washed himself down.

"Oh, I think you'll like it," I replied.

"Wow!" Alex breathed as I stepped into the room. "My God Dawn, I think that is the sexiest thing you have ever worn, and that's saying something."

"Why thank you Alex. Glad you like it, it took me long enough to get on." I was wearing a black corset which laced up at the front. It was incredibly tight and pushed all my flesh upwards. My boobs had never seemed so big, I could practically rest my chin on them. Their size was further exaggerated by the increased slimness of my waist, so they seemed to project away from my body an incredible amount. This corset was obviously a boob fetishist's dream. I was also wearing black fishnet tights and, as with my boobs, the corset exaggerated the length of my legs by cutting away at the side. The fishnet became denser around the crotch area and as the corset dipped down in the front I had decided not to ruin the effect by wearing knickers. With such an outfit only high heals were appropriate of course so I had on some three inch black stilettos, which again accentuated my legs. I felt like I was all tits and legs, that the corset transformed me into just sexual components, which was fine by me.

Alex immediately started rubbing himself, "hey, stop that." I told him. "We're going to dinner remember?"

"I can't help it Dawn. I've never seen anyone look like that, it's even better than in my magazines." Only Alex could mean that as a compliment I thought.

"Well, I'm pleased it turns you on, it's bloody uncomfortable and I can barely breathe." This was true. I had used various techniques to pull the laces tight and now felt slightly giddy.

"I think old Alfred will have a heart attack when he sees you in that."

"It's a Christmas treat." I put my coat on and Alex offered me his arm. Linking my arm through his, I tottered next door.

Gladys opened the door, and once she removed my coat her reaction was much the same as Alex's. "Oh, my, Dawn. That certainly is a special outfit for Christmas. Give us a twirl." I turned around for her and she nodded approvingly. "Come on in. Let Alfred see this."

She led me into the front room. Alfred was standing up from the sofa, ready to greet me. He stopped and simply gawped at me.

"Alfred, you're dribbling love," Gladys mocked him.

He shook his head, "oh, oh right. Sorry Dawn. How are you?" He kissed me on the cheek.

"What do you think of our Dawn's outfit then Alfred?" Gladys asked.

"I must say it is lovely. You look absolutely gorgeous Dawn."

"Thank you. I see you two have dressed up too." Alfred was wearing a dark suit and Gladys had on a smart floral dress. "See how you're letting us down Alex?" Alex looked down at his usual jeans and jumper and shrugged, grinning playfully.

"Well it is a special occasion and I think you more than make up for him. Come and sit down, I've cooked a lovely dinner."

As we sat down at the table I realised that my dress choice was going to be even more problematic than I had anticipated. I hadn't practiced sitting down in it and found that it wasn't really designed for comfort. It was very hard and inflexible so it didn't bend as I sat down. Instead it pushed my boobs up higher, and dug into my thighs. When I reached for my glass of champagne I felt as though I was reaching around an object in front of me and drinking over the top of it, my boobs were now projected so high and far out. It also made breathing even more difficult.

"Is it uncomfortable love?" Gladys asked, noticing my discomfort.

"Yes, slightly awkward. Not to worry though, I'll get used to it."

Gladys served the starter, and more champagne was poured. We talked about our plans for Christmas. I began to feel quite flushed, what with the champagne and breathing restrictions. The Christmas dinner came next and I soon felt the tightness of the corset on my stomach as I ate some food. Feeling uncomfortable I didn't eat too much, instead focusing on the champagne. The conversation turned to my outfit.

"I've never seen that outfit, is it one we gave you?"

"Yes, it was in the first box. I wasn't sure I would fit into it."

"I'm not sure you are Dawn." This was Alfred. He pointed to my right breast, the nipple of which was now half exposed, as if it was trying to escape the stifling garment.

"It is most...well flattering. I've never seen your breasts look quite so amazing. They just seem to go on for miles."

"It comes at a price I'm afraid," I giggled, and realised I was feeling more drunk than I had thought. "I can barely breathe and my tits feel as though they are being squeezed."

"Maybe you could undo it a little?" Gladys suggested.

"Not without my tits coming out. Would that put any of you off your food?"

"No, although I might like to put some of my food on them," Alex joked.

"Well, as it's Christmas we'll see." I untied the lace at the front and pulled the strings apart. My right nipple popped out immediately. I hauled out my left one, so they now both poked over the top of the hard corset edge. I took a few deep breaths which made my chest heave up and down. The other three had all stopped eating and were staring at my breasts.

"Phew, that's better," I said.

"Yes, I think it is," Alfred commented. I looked at him as this wasn't like him and he gave me a wink. Maybe he was feeling the effects of the champagne too.

"I'll get dessert," Gladys said and returned with chocolate gateau.

"Who wants cream?" she asked.

"Actually, I'll have nipple with mine," Alex said. "You did say we could Dawn."

Before I could say anything he had scooped out my right breast so that the corset now went underneath it. I felt like a spectator, as if I wasn't responsible as he pasted a large amount of gateau over the nipple and then licked the dollops off, before taking a large amount of my breast in his mouth and sucking greedily. When it emerged again, it was moist and clean. Alfred and Gladys just watched, amazed.

"Oh, right," Gladys said. "And you Alfred?" She offered the cream jug forward.

He looked sheepish. "Could I have the same as him please?"

I looked at Gladys. She raised her eyebrows and said, "well it is Christmas I suppose."

So Alfred copied Alex's action, tugging my left breast free and then smearing a large quantity of chocolate gateau in a circle around the nipple. Then he said, "I think I will have cream as well." He took the jug and poured some cream over my breast. I shuddered with the cold as it pooled in my cleavage and dribbled onto the black corset. Then Alfred stemmed its flow with two long licks around my breast, before concentrating on the gateau, which he licked and nibbled off delicately, before cleaning my breast with several careful slurps and a final suck. I looked at Gladys as he did this and she just smiled indulgently.

When Alfred had finished, he sat back and said "Mmm, lovely."

I felt I had to offer so I asked, "Gladys?" sticking my chest forward.

"I think I'll just have cream all the same, love."

I took a long gulp of Champagne and this gave Alex another idea. "Oh, let me try it with that," he said. He took a gulp from the bottle and then latched onto my breast. I could feel the bubbles tingling my nipples as he flicked his tongue back and forwards over my nipple.

"Ooh, that tickles," I cooed.

Sure enough Alfred then wanted to try. He too took Champagne in his mouth and then inserted my nipple. A dribble of champagne escaped and he slurped as he tried to complete the seal. He rolled his tongue around my nipple and sucked it down, then nibbled it between his teeth. I pulled back in surprise and the champagne poured out, onto my lap.

"Oops," I said.

My nipples were now both very erect. Commenting on these Gladys said, "looks like you're enjoying it mind."

"It's just the champagne was cold," I protested.

"Of course love." She smiled at me. "I was going to suggest some party games after dinner. I had Trivial Pursuit in mind, but that seems a bit tame now doesn't it?"

I realised that Alfred was still staring at my lap, where the champagne had spilt.

"You're not wearing any knickers are you Dawn? I hadn't realised."

"Oh Alfred, you are so slow sometimes," Gladys admonished him.

"I've got a game then," Alex suggested. I somehow knew it wasn't going to be Scrabble. "Why don't we play Guess the Object. We blindfold Dawn and she has to get which object we give her."

His suggestion wasn't met with much enthusiasm, so he continued. "But we get to decide how she gets to feel the object."

"Ahh, I see. Yes that sounds good," chirruped Alfred.

"I can see that might be more fun that Trivial Pursuit," Gladys added.

They all looked at me then, and I didn't have the heart to let them down. "Well, it is Christmas I suppose."

Before I could say anything else, Alex was putting Albert's tie around my head like a blindfold. They turned my chair around so I was facing in to the room. I felt incredibly aroused now, envisaging the sight I must have made, with my boobs hanging out over my tight corset, glistening with the moisture of Alex and Albert's saliva. I opened my legs slightly and felt a cool breeze on my inflamed pussy.

Alex said loudly, "I think those tights will have to be removed." He lifted my bum up and with two quick yanks pulled my tights down. I stretched out my legs so he could peel them off.

"I'll go first," said Gladys, somewhat to my surprise. She lifted my chin up and I felt a big wodge of gateau being spooned in to my mouth and then some cream. It wasn't put in tidily and chocolate and cream smeared around my mouth and dropped on to my boobs.

I correctly identified it, so Albert went next. I heard a tin open and then felt his fingers in my mouth. They were covered in thick sticky fluid, which it took me a while to recognise. I licked his fingers hungrily, and with a second handful he spooned the substance across my breasts. I realised this was going to be a messy game.

"That's treacle," I said.

The next thing I felt was Alex's lips on mine, kissing me noisily. He opened his mouth and was pushing a warm liquid into my mouth. It tasted of raspberries. He then pulled away and I heard the sound of a plastic bottle being squeezed and the raspberry liquid dropped on to my face and he drizzled it across my tits.

I spat some out and said, "some kind of raspberry sauce." I wished I could see the state I must be in by now. Somebody was massaging all the various food stuffs into my breasts, making sure they worked my hard nipples. I wondered who it was, and found the not knowing very exciting.

"Good," he said. "Now enough of food, and on to objects." He placed his hands on my thighs and pulled my legs apart some more. I knew where the objects were going.

First of all I felt a hard, but flexible object nudge at the entrance of my pussy. I lifted my arse slightly and it slipped in. It was obviously a vegetable of some sort, but I was so aroused that it felt pretty good. Whoever was sticking it in me slowly slid it in and out and I reciprocated with my hip movements, fucking this vegetable in front of everyone.

I let out a soft moan, "ooh, a cucumber?"

"Courgette, actually love, but close enough" said Gladys. Had she been fucking me with it?

To my chagrin it was removed at that stage. I sat eagerly waiting for the next item, my legs wide open, and my pussy obviously very wet. There was silence for a while, so I asked, "what's going on? I'm gagging for it here."

"We're all having a good close look at your pussy Dawn," came the reply, again from Gladys. I realised they were all bending over, inspecting me. "Do you want someone to touch it?"

"Yes please," I cried.

"Then guess who's fingers are in you now."

With that two fingers slipped inside me and slowly worked their way in and out. Again I reacted to this, pushing my hips forward on each inward stroke. I let out a groan as the pleasure built in me. I thought they weren't Alex's fingers, although I was surprised how difficult it was to tell.

"Albert's?" I whimpered.

"No, they're mine," Gladys said. "Do you mind?"

"God no," I replied, again pushing myself against her fingers. Two hands were now rubbing my tits also and I was feeling close to coming. Then Gladys withdrew her fingers. I whimpered in protest.

Her fingers were quickly replaced by something cold and hard that I immediately identified as a bottle. I was fucked quite vigorously by this and then someone was sucking and slurping hungrily on my left breast. I heard a zip being undone and then my head was turned around and cock was presented to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I knew it wasn't Alex's cock so it must have been Albert's. I guessed it was Alex who was fucking me with the bottle, which meant Gladys was feasting on my tits. I pictured the scene and it sent me over the edge.

I flicked my tongue furiously around Albert's helmet, and then pulled it out as I started to come. I continued to wank it energetically. There were some fingers rubbing my clit now, which was more than I could stand.

"Oh, you bastards! I'm coming, really fucking hard!" I wrapped my legs around Alex's back and arched my back in the chair. A massive single jolt went through my body causing my hips to leap wildly in the air. At the same time I could feel Albert's cock convulsing in my hand. Warm jism splashed across my tits, mingling with the food stuffs. Albert grunted his approval. As I slumped back in the chair a second, unexpected jolt hit me and I let out a loud cry, before slumping forward.