A Christmas Do

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I write in British English.

This is a further story in my 'do' series, it stands alone, but reading the others first will give you some background. For those that asked, a 'do' in Britain is a family gathering or function, usually quite grand.

We received an invite from Uncle Arthur and Auntie Maureen to the Hollins Hall Hotel for a Christmas Family Do. Uncle Arthur and Auntie Maureen are from Naomi's side of the family and it seems that they are the wealthy distant relatives, and for some reason they just fancied seeing their relatives. They were paying for hotel rooms on the night of the do, but we decided to stay an extra night, so I rang the hotel and agreed to stay the preceding night in the same room, and we upgraded to a suite and paid the surcharge for that. All sorted and it would be a nice break, Friday and Saturday nights, with the do on the Saturday.

We decided that we would dress up for the do itself, DJ for me, evening dress for Naomi and we would enjoy the facilities at the hotel, pool, sauna etc. The hotel had given us an early check in time of midday, which meant that we could get there nice and early and just spend 48 hours with someone else looking after our needs. On the day we had our suitcases packed, laptops, iPads, phones and chargers and we set off, Naomi driving as usual.

It didn't take us long to get to the hotel, traffic was light for a Friday morning, and no roadworks and soon we were pulling into the hotel carpark and finding us a nice slot to leave the car. We wheeled our trolley bags into reception, and booked in. We were on the first floor, just one up from ground, and our suite was a few rooms away from the lift, so hopefully it would be quiet.

In our room we opened our cases and hung up our clothes to let any creases drop out. Naomi decided she would take a quick shower. I waited until she was under the water and then I stripped off and snuck in behind her, my hands around her and cupping her breasts, my dick hardening and prodding her bottom crease.

"Oh you are so naughty," she said, "you just can't wait can you?"

She leant forward and my dick slipped between the folds of her fanny. She reached down and lined me up and I slid inside, her fanny wet with her juices and ready for my dick. I pressed forward and then eased back, my dick sliding in and pulling back, my foreskin rolling along my shaft as we shagged.

Naomi pushed back as I pushed forward and I found myself deep inside her, her buttocks spread wide apart. Harder I pressed, faster, she pushed back and then she shouted out, and her fanny spasmed hard on my cock and then her bladder let go, her warm wee splashing over my balls and onto my feet. I pulled back and eased out of her fanny as she stood leaning forward gasping as her eruption subsided. Apparently, that was a good one, I was just glad we were in the shower.

After we were dressed, we went down to the hotel bar to see if anyone was around, we ordered some sandwiches and a fruity cider each. We hadn't been there long before Stephanie, Naomi's mum arrived, whilst I was at the bar ordering a drink, Geraldine had also turned up. It seemed a lot of us were coming a day early. There would be a lot of socialising. I was sat between Stephanie and Geraldine and didn't quite know which one to talk to, either could be awkward if the wrong words were chosen, having previously shagged them both at previous occasions.

We were all laughing and joking, talking about what we were doing for Christmas, Stephanie was coming to us Christmas Day, was about all I remembered, Geraldine was angling for an invite, I told her that Naomi was the social secretary and every arrangement went through her, not me. I just cooked on the day. Yes, I am the chef in the house, so it is up to me to order the Christmas Turkey and all the veg and trimmings to go with, and then to do my mis en place and serve up a decent meal. Naomi organises the wines and drinks.

A little later Geoff and Betty turned up and they said that Chelsea and Steve with baby Rebecca were on the way but would be later arriving. By now we were quite a group and were taking up a lot of the seats in the bar. Also arriving were other people who were due their own Christmas do that evening, ours not occurring until the following evening. Arthur and Maureen turned up and said hello, and how surprised they were that so many people came a day early, but Maureen was tired and they were going up to their room, they would pop down and join us later after they had taken a short rest.

Naomi by now was somewhat tipsy, so I helped her back to our room, made sure that she was okay, just in knickers, and left her sleeping. As I came out of our room I bumped into Chelsea with baby Rebecca.

"Hello Chris, how are you both?" She asked.

"We are fine, Naomi is just having a nap."

She laughed, "pissed again?" she asked.

"Just a little."

"I am just putting Rebecca down, come in and talk to me whilst she settles."

"Okay, yes, be good to catch up."

We went into their room, a family room with a cot, and she put Rebecca in the cot, and as she stepped back, Rebecca gave a little cry and then just went silent, fast asleep.

Chelsea pulled me back away from the cot to the other side of the room.

"She'll sleep now for a good hour."

"Will you leave her and come back down?" I asked quietly.

"No, I'll stay here with her."

"Okay."

She looked at me and then put her hand on my leg. "Company would be nice," she said as she rubbed my leg, my dick responded, and my trousers bulged. Chelsea noticed and rubbed my bulge.

"Be a shame to let that go to waste," she said, putting her hand up her skirt and pulling down her knickers. "It has been too long since you came to visit me." At the funeral Chelsea had made it very obvious that I was expected to go round one day in the week when her husband was out. Eventually I had managed to go round, and we had spent a few hours shagging, and very pleasant it was too. It seemed she wanted more.

"A real shame," I said, my hand on her leg moving ever upwards. I could feel the heat from her fanny as I approached the top of her thighs, and when my fingers touched her fanny lips she sighed appreciatively. I used my other hand to pull her skirt up off her thighs and give me a sight of her fanny. Shaved, and lips plump with just a hint of inner lips peaking through. Her clitoris poked out slightly at the top just below the dimple at the top of her crease.

I turned and knelt before her and ran my tongue along her crease.

"Oh God Chris, yes," she gasped as my tongue found her sensitive nubbin and licked her clitoris, moving it with my tongue. I eased my hand under my chin and found her entrance, two fingers entering and passing her opening, the heat from her fanny so intense I felt that my fingers would cook inside her.

My tongue slid easily along her valley, her smaller lips folding around my tongue as it moved, my fingers waggling inside her, another laying back along her perineum pressing against her back passage. My dick was hard and wanting, but first I had to deal with her needs. I just hoped Steve wouldn't come back to the room, that would be awkward to say the least, fortunately if the door started to open I could quickly get under the bed, there was just enough room. I hoped it didn't come to that.

"Oh fuck, jeez Chris," Chelsea gasped, her panting getting louder as my fingers worked inside her.

"Oh fuck, I need it now," she said and pulled my head away from her fanny, "I need your dick inside me."

I am not one to let a woman down, so I stood and undid and pulled my trousers and underpants down and pushed her back onto the bed, knelt between her legs and lined my dick up. She rubbed my dick up and down her valley and then lined me up, I could feel the shape of her entrance at the end of my dick, I pushed, I pushed some more and I was past her entrance, through her opening and deep inside her fanny.

"Oh God yes, fuck me hard."

I began to push in and pull back, a steady rhythm as I shagged, my dick sliding in, my foreskin pushing back uncovering my glans inside her, feeling the end of her fanny on my glans, such an arousing feeling, and then as I pulled out my glans was once more hidden behind my foreskin. Rolling, unrolling, filling, voiding, gasping, we shagged in her hotel room whilst her daughter slept in her cot.

I could feel the tightening deep inside at my root, my balls getting ready to release their load, Chelsea laying back on the bed, her chest rising and falling with her milk filled breasts atop. I moved faster, I pressed deeper, Chelsea gasped loudly and as she squeezed my dick with her fanny I released my sperms into her womb, flooding her with my baby makers, grunting with each ejaculation, Chelsea gasping and clutching at the bed.

I slipped back into my hotel room, Naomi was fast asleep on the bed. I went into the bathroom and gave my groin a good clean and was gone before she noticed that I had been there. Steve, Chelsea's husband, was at the bar when I got back down, and he signalled to ask if I wanted a drink, I mouthed back rum and coke.

I sat down next to Geraldine, Stephanie was off talking to Arthur and Maureen to one side of our main group.

"You were ages," Geraldine said, her hand on my knee.

"Yes, well I wanted to make sure that Naomi was okay, I wasn't sure how much she had drunk."

"I am sure."

"Good, because I am sure too. I also bumped into Chelsea and baby Rebecca in the corridor, I think she planned to put Rebecca in her cot for a while."

"Did she need any help?"

"Not that I am aware of, anyway, you need to find yourself a man to shag, are you looking."

"I don't trust men, it isn't easy, you are a fine case in point."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, there you are married to Naomi, and you shag anything you can. I assume she doesn't know that you shagged me at the funeral?"

"Well of course not, that was just a one off, and very pleasant it was too."

"Pleasant, fucking pleasant? And a fucking one off?"

"Hush now, do you want everyone to hear you?"

"It better not be a one off Chris, I can tell you that."

"What do you mean Geraldine?"

"You need to shag me again and soon."

"There will be precious few chances here Geraldine."

"You better find one or I am coming to your room naked and demanding another shag, see how Naomi likes that."

"Don't be daft, if you do that, you'll never feel my dick inside you again. If we can, we will."

At that moment Stephanie tapped me on the shoulder, "a word," she said.

I got up and went to the side with my mother in law.

"I can lip read," she said, "be careful."

"I am trying to, Stephanie, but Geraldine is slightly mad."

"Well you shouldn't have shagged her then, should you?"

"It just sort of happened."

"Like you and me just sort of happened? Come on, let's go."

"Go where?"

"To my room before Naomi awakens and comes looking for you."

Oh goodness, I am glad I washed my dick earlier. This was getting complicated. My Mother in Law was virtually blackmailing me, certainly in a very suggesting way. "I'll follow you," I said as we left the room.

In Stephanie's room she turned away from me and faced the bed. I pulled my polo top off and approached her. I undid the clasp at the top of her dress and then slowly pushed down the zipper all the way to the bottom of its run, just above her arse crease. I pulled the two halves of the bra and undid the straps, letting them dangle across her back. I eased the dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and then her bra, over her arms and it fell to the floor too.

Stephanie was stood before me in just her knickers and holdup stockings. I undid my trousers and pushed them and my underpants down and stepped out of them. I knelt behind Stephanie and put my fingers in the waist of her knickers, pushing them over her holdups and down her legs.

"Lean forward," I said and as she put her arms on the bed her arse crack slightly opened. I used my hands to widen her buttocks, and I blew down her crack, her crinkle puckering as I passed.

"Oh my," she gasped, "I've never, not there."

I ran my tongue down her crack, her buttocks pulled aside by my hands, and at her crinkle I licked and pressed and pushed before carrying on down, my nose now pushing at her crinkle.

"Goodness," she gasped.

I stood up, my dick aiming at her arse and I stepped forward pressing the end of my dick at her crinkle, sodden from my licking, it opened under my pressure and my dick slowly entered her darkest place.

"Umph" she gasped as my dick pushed deeper and deeper inside her until my balls were resting against her and I could go no further. I paused a moment, loving the squeeze from her arse on my dick, hot and tight, totally different to her fanny. I eased back and then pushed in again, my foreskin rolling along my shaft as I shagged Stephanie's arse, the slaps of my pubis against her buttocks echoing around the room accompanied by her grunts as I filled her.

I did not intend to finish in her arse, this was just to show her just how naughty we were being. She was letting her daughter's husband shag her, no, not letting, wanting, needing her son in law's dick inside her with no care for any consequences. I shagged her arse, going faster and faster and as I felt my moment arrive I pulled completely out and lowered my aim and thrust my dick inside her fanny.

"Argh," she screamed as I penetrated her, "Oh God yes Chris, yes."

I felt her internal ripples and bumps as my dick moved slowly in her fanny, my foreskin rolling back, the pressure on my sensitive glans causing me to gasp along with her. She squeezed her fanny muscles, my dick compressed inside her, tighter, tighter her fanny felt and I pushed harder and deeper.

"Oh God Chris," she gasped, her fanny pulsating on my dick as I shagged her, her buttocks pushed apart as I thrust in her from behind, her arse still open from its recent reaming.

I could feel pressures growing within me, my root was tightening, squeezing deep inside me, and I pushed harder, I pressed deeper and my moment came. I thrust inside her so hard I thought my dick would snap. I roared as I ejaculated deep inside her, flooding her fanny, filling her womb and as I spurted Stephanie screamed her own release, her fanny clamping hard onto my dick, squeezing every last drop from me.

In the bar cousin Mandy and her husband Carl had arrived, their baby George was asleep in their room, Mandy had a baby alarm with her so that she could go up if George started crying. I was sat next to Mandy, Carl was opposite and he was talking to Geraldine, I could imagine what that conversation was about, Carl was looking a little red in the face. After a while and a few too many diet cokes I needed to go to the loo, I excused myself and went to the Gents near the bar. After I had finished and washed my hands, as I walked out Mandy was approaching.

"George is awake, come and meet him," she said.

"Okay, presume you have a family room?"

"Yes right up at the top, so it is always a trek."

"Crumbs, I imagine it is." We went up in the lift, me admiring the swell of her chest, and how well her mummy tummy seemed to have gone down after the birth.

"How old is George now?" I asked tearing my eyes away from her chest.

"Five months, bless him."

"Nice." I wasn't sure what else to say, George was a baby and George was growing older. It is what babies do.

In her room she scooped George up from the cot, a quick fussing and then she changed his nappy.

"I think he is hungry" she said undoing the buttons on the front of her dress and then unhooking the front of her bra and latching George onto her nipple.

"It is so awkward," she said, "he won't take formula, and so I always have to feed him. It just means I never get a break, and I am producing so much, it is mad."

"Couldn't you, you know, express some into a bottle?"

"He won't take the bottle, he wants mummy nipple not plastic nipple."

"Oh dear, hopefully he will wean early and go onto solids."

"We can but hope."

The sounds of suckling and slurping carried on for a few more minutes and then Mandy put her finger to her mouth and mouthed 'he has gone back off.' She slowly stood and placed George back into his cot and then turned back to me, her boob uncovered and dripping a little milk.

"Like what you see?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"Oh yes," I answered.

"You can finish me if you want, he didn't have it all."

I didn't need a second invitation, and as Mandy sat on the edge of the bed I sat next to her, bent to her breast and suckled. Her milk was warm and sweet and as I suckled it squirted into my mouth, running across my tongue and down my throat. I put my hand on Mandy's leg as I suckled and slowly inched my hand higher up under her dress.

My fingers found cotton and I rubbed up and down, the cotton sliding in-between the lips of her fanny and she gasped. I eased a finger under her gusset and into the flesh of her valley, sliding up to her nubbin and then down to her entrance, Mandy gasped and started panting.

Still I suckled, her milk flowing into my mouth and down my throat, my finger exploring her, passing her entrance, through her opening and deep into her fanny, wet, pulsating fanny, clamping synchronised with the spurting of the milk from her nipple.

"Oh God, you are so naughty," she gasped. She had her hands up her dress and she wriggled and pulled her knickers down. "Do me," she panted, "do me now."

I am not one to refuse a lady, I pulled away from her boob watching milk dripping down the flesh of her breast, undid my trousers and pulled them and my underpants down and covered her as she pay back on the bed. My dick slipped between the folds of her fanny flesh and as I found the spot I pushed and penetrated her, my dick slipping easily all the way inside her hot wet fanny.

"Oh fuck, yes, Jesus," she gasped as I bottomed out within her, my pubis pressing against her nubbin, her one breast bared and leaking milk as I began to shag her. She was so wet my foreskin hardly moved, her fanny squeezing me as I pumped within her, shagging her as frenetically as I could, half of me expecting her husband to walk in at any moment, the other half not caring if he did, I shagged.

I slowed down a little, this was too good to rush, her fanny was seemingly a perfect for for my dick, her fanny walls squeezed as I pushed in or pulled back, my glans pressed at her depth increasing my arousal, and the sight of her nipple leaking milk was erotic beyond compare, I did not want to rush. Mandy had her hands on my back, her fingernails digging in, her legs around my buttocks pushing me, and I shagged.

I began to slowly increase the tempo, from just under one thrust per second to just over, maintaining a steady pace, my pleasures growing in my cock, my balls beginning to tighten, and that little pain at my deep inside root was waving hello.

"Oh God Chris," Mandy panted as I shagged her whilst her baby slept just feet away, "don't stop."

I didn't plan on stopping but my balls had other ideas and as I stifled my grunts for fear of walking George, my dick erupted pumping my sperms into her body, flooding her fanny, filling her womb, and at that moment Mandy screamed into my face, her fanny clamped hard on my dick and her fingernails pressed deeper as her own orgasm released.

I used her bathroom to wash myself and redress. When I got back into the bedroom Mandy had covered herself up.