A woman named Jen wrote to tell me there was a particular moment in "Sisters: Ch. 02" that she felt was the hottest thing she'd ever read, and she begged me to include something similar somewhere in "Christmas with Summer." As a consequence, one scene in this chapter is the direct result of Jen's request.
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'What an incredible Christmas it's been so far,'
Summer thought, smiling to herself.
'Christmas Eve, a glowing fire, and Jake took me on the living room floor with everyone right there. Probably no one could really tell we were fucking...still, that was so perfect.'
Recalling how she had felt wearing her Santa's Helper lingerie in front of Jake and the guys, her body was filled with a spreading warmth.
'Then there was Aaron later that night...and, oh, my god, what we did yesterday morning!'
She grinned as she thought back to those wonderful moments of the previous morning, when Aaron first slid inside her pussy. She could scarcely believe it had happened at all, and she shuddered with excitement over the thought that Jake had watched.
She was becoming wet as she thought of her sexy day at the beach with Dave, especially the moment when she peeled off her g-string to masturbate for him while letting some high school boy finger-fuck her ass!
'God! Ever since the guys showed up, I've been such a slut!'
she giggled to herself.
'And I'm absolutely loving it! More! More! More!'
she added happily.
She thought about her afternoon alone in the den with Dave; specifically, the way he'd worshipped her body. She quivered at the memory of his incredible hunger, his voracious mouth eating her ass until she'd completely lost her mind.
Reaching down, she stroked her dripping pussy. Her legs nearly gave way before she managed to catch herself. Her breathing shaky, she shook her head and laughed over the wild, sneaky sex she'd had on the couch with John.
'Jake watched him take me. Jake watched him take my pussy...and my ass. He watched, and he still loves me.'
She felt a beautiful shiver course through her body.
'There's nothing Jake wouldn't do for me, and I know there's nothing I won't do for him. God, I want to marry him. I want to spend the rest of my life with that man.'
When that realization hit her, it felt like a miracle.
Then she thought of how she'd capped off the evening by making love again with Aaron, finishing her day the same way she'd started it. She'd given Aaron every inch of her body; no holding back, no mere "one time" teases, and she'd taken what she wanted, as well. They'd fucked for hours, and she came so many times that she lost count. All night long, they kept crossing the line between fucking and making love. He gave her everything, coming in her mouth, her pussy, and deep inside her ass.
'Even after all that, he still came in my pussy a second time!'
she remembered, happily recalling their final shared orgasm.
She loved how they'd held each other, unwilling to let go when they were finished. It was just so powerful. Falling asleep together in front of the fire, their naked bodies uncovered, shining with sweat in the fading firelight...sheer bliss.
As she listened to the coffee percolating, she recalled the previous morning. Realizing that she was again beginning her day by reveling in the thought of having dried cum on her body from the sex she'd enjoyed the night before, she smiled. It was even better this second time, since she was enjoying the lingering taste of Aaron's cum in her mouth; after all the sex she'd had with John and Aaron, she also knew she was carrying so much more cum inside her body. She thought it beautiful, the idea of being filled with and covered in the cum of her wonderful lovers.
'Mmmm, that was a perfect day,'
she concluded with a smile, utterly serene.
Feeling safe, warm, and loved, she looked forward to sharing endless moments of exquisite ecstasy with her beautiful men. Giving pleasure, receiving it...just pure sex. She exulted in the sensations of being in love, and of being loved. All she wanted was to keep falling in love, deeper and deeper.
Still smiling, she realized that she couldn't wait to make love with them again.
The thought occurred to her that she couldn't imagine being happier. She simply could not see how her life might ever become any more joyous.
Standing in her sunlit kitchen, waiting for her coffee to brew, she was leaning against the counter top while staring contentedly out her window. She glanced at the digital clock on the microwave, which read '8:12 a.m.' Having slept with Aaron in front of the fireplace, she'd only just gotten up.
After she'd woken, she had gone and put on her little nightshirt. Returning to the den, she'd noticed that the guys were all still asleep. John was on the couch, with a pillow over his head. Aaron was buried beneath a pile of pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace. David was sprawled out under a big, woolly blanket near the TV, and Jake was zonked out in the love seat.
Gazing at her wonderful men sleeping so peacefully in her living room, she'd quietly said to them, "I love you. God...thank you."
She was surprised to discover that she was crying. She was so happy that she just couldn't seem to help it anymore.
Lost in her thoughts, she dreamily shook her head as she stood alone in the kitchen, again staring out her window while stroking her now soaking wet pussy. Her little t-shirt was pulled over her hips; naked below the waist, she was absentmindedly caressing herself. Enjoying the moist smacking sounds of her shining labia clutching and releasing, she added a second finger, slipping them together inside; gently fucking herself amid the silence of the sleeping house, her beautiful sounds became more pronounced.
She smiled when she felt a large arm come around her chest to embrace her from behind, followed by an immensely thick cock pushing into her bare bottom as a scruffy chin leaned in to nuzzle the nape of her neck.
"Good morning, beautiful," came a smiling voice in a warm baritone.
Having learned the identity of the mystery person, she beamed brightly. "Yes, it is," she said, pulling her hand from her pussy to offer her wet fingers to his mouth; he sucked them clean before kissing her good morning.
"The morning is beautiful, but it can't compare to how beautiful you looked touching yourself, with your gorgeous hair shining in the sunlight. God, I love how you wear your little t-shirt up around your hips like that."
"How long were you watching me?" she whispered, reaching back to grasp the hard shaft pressing against her warm, naked bottom. She slid her hand inside his sweats, pulling his cock out to hold it in her hand. "See, I told you I'd get in your pants," she giggled, beginning to stroke his length up and down her deep divide.
"Yes, you did," he smiled, making her gasp when he reached around to press his hand over her bare pussy. "I was only watching for a few moments. You're just so beautiful, Summer, I couldn't resist."
Nuzzling his face in her hair, he grinned, "You're also very wet."
"Yes, I am, and you're very hard...and very big...and very horny," she whispered. Pushing her ass back against the head of his cock, she noted with satisfaction that more than half of his large weapon protruded above her clenched fist as she continued to stroke his shaft up and down her moistening crevice.
"Maybe that's because we still have some unfinished business from yesterday," Dave grinned, nipping at her ear.
She took a moment to run the head through her lips. "Yes, we do. I had all the fun yesterday. This wonderful cock never got to come out and play."
"He's out now, and wants to play," Dave growled ominously. Pressing into her, he slid his hand beneath her shirt, taking firm hold of her breast.
"Come inside me now...let me feel him," she answered. Leaning forward, she spread her legs and raised her hips. Dave nudged her further forward, pressing her against the kitchen counter. Bent at the waist, Summer positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy. "Please," she said, looking back over her shoulder as her pussy opened to welcome him inside, "I want you to fuck me."