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SCOTT
Everything was going the way it was supposed to go. I was rock hard, aroused as hell. Julia was giving me her usual efficient and expert blow job. It was going to be one hell of an orgasm. I was going to blow a monster load right into Cindy's mouth. I signaled it was time and Julia moved out of the way. Cindy leaned forward. She was right there, ready to capture the fountain of cum I was about to give her. Julia kept stroking my cock, making sure I would pop in a timely fashion. I felt the rush of cum up my shaft and groaned, that first spurt exquisite and suddenly, Cindy's mouth was wrapped around my dick, sucking and swallowing. I didn't think my balls would ever empty. I kept pumping away and Cindy kept sucking it down. Christ! What the fuck had just happened?
Julia whispered to Cindy and she gave me three or four more sucking strokes, then pulled off me. Lisa was struggling to get out from underneath Cindy. I knew she was speaking, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears like a huge wind. Lisa sat up.
"Did she get it all?" Lisa asked.
Julia answered, "As far as I can tell, Cindy didn't miss a drop."
No, she'd vacuumed the cum right out of my sack.
Cindy looked just as stunned as I was. Julia quickly set an alarm on her phone and turned out the light. Everyone climbed into bed. Julia pushed her back against me snuggling against me.
"Merry Christmas, Master. Merry Christmas, Cindy." Had she just let Cindy end my blow job as a gift? She'd had her hand on the back of Cindy's head. Did she push it onto my cock? She had to know what happened. She was watching us, but Julia didn't say a word about it. I heard her kissing Lisa, right in front of her. "Merry Christmas, Lisa."
She pulled my arm around her, putting my hand on her swollen breast. Didn't she care what just happened? Didn't she know? Of course she knew. She must have made it happen, hearing me complain about imitation pretend sex. A gift no one else would know about.
"Merry Christmas, slave," I whispered. I couldn't ask what happened; not now anyway. I squeezed her breast, wishing I could speak. What did Cindy think? Was she horrified? Disgusted? Maybe I could let her know it was okay.
"Merry Christmas, everyone," I said.
Julia was soon breathing softly in slumber. It took me a lot longer to fall asleep.
At 3:30, the alarm went off and all three women got out of bed. There was the clattering of pans in the kitchen as food got put in the oven. I couldn't fall asleep again, but lay there thinking. They came back to bed for another hour or so, the early stuff done. I must have slept again, because I woke up with the next alarm at six. Cindy and Lisa took a shower, then Julia and I did. Julia didn't talk about last night at all. I didn't know if I should speak of it, or keep my mouth shut. Maybe no one else but Cindy and I knew what happened. Julia certainly wasn't saying a word and surely she would have if she believed I'd committed incest.
"Feed me, Master. I'm starving," Julia said, leading me into the kitchen. "Junior is hungry again."
Cindy and Lisa had started breakfast while we were showering; scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Lisa didn't get to cum last night, Master. Feed her this morning," Julia said.
She took a seat beside me. When Lisa and Cindy brought the food to the table, Cindy and I exchanged significant glances. More than a few times, I guessed. I pulled Lisa into my lap and fed her, fingering her to two orgasms when she was fed.
"Thank you, Master," Lisa said, kissing me when she got up with a beautiful smile on her face. "I needed that."
Julia went into wife and hostess mode after. "Our guests should be arriving around one for dinner. Everyone should be dressed by 12:30 in case anyone comes early. I'll concentrate on the food today, because I can sit down to peel the potatoes and do a lot of the other cooking shit. Lisa, why don't you vacuum. Just the first floor. I don't want to disturb Rhonda any more than we need to. Cindy and Master; the patio needs tidying up. We don't have enough room at the dining room table for everyone, and some of our guests may wish to sit outside if the weather holds and remains pleasant. We should drain the spa, wash it, and replace the water. It's seen a lot of hard use the last couple days. If we don't have enough time to do that before one o'clock, hit it with some chlorine and replace the filter."
I looked at Cindy again. Maybe we'd have a chance to talk. Or maybe we shouldn't speak of it at all.
"One more thing. Follow me into the bedroom, both of you."
Shit! She did see us and she was going to ream us a new asshole or worse.
As she led us to the bedroom she was saying, "I want clean sheets on the bed, we've been fucking like crazy and we should change the sheets and make the bed so it doesn't smell like a whorehouse in here."
We went through the door and she shut it behind us.
"Get over it," Julia hissed. "It's my fault, I made it happen, okay. My little Christmas present to you both. It will never happen again. Nobody else knows it happened and nobody ever will. But if you keep acting like something happened, eventually, somebody will figure out something did. I did all the heavy lifting. Her mouth was on your cock for maybe a minute or so. It's no big fucking deal. You didn't fuck. Cindy was going to eat your cum anyway, just like she has a couple times already. I figured what's the fucking harm if she got a little dick with it. Now talk it out if you have to, but when you come out of this room, your game faces are on and this is done and behind you. No more significant looks, no worried faces." She looked at both of us. "Is that understood?"
We shook our heads.
"Good." She opened the door and called out loudly, "I want military corners on the sheets. Make it tight. Put the bolster pillows on the bed."
She closed the door again behind her.
"Thank God. I thought it was my fault," Cindy said, "maybe I lunged too far forward or something, though I thought she was pushing my head over your cock. When it happened, everything else left my head. I couldn't think, I could only react. I was blaming myself for everything."
"Are you okay? You're not going to freak out or anything, are you?"
She thought a moment. "I think I'm okay with it if you are. I was worried you would be angry with me it happened, that you'd hate me. You don't hate me do you?"
"I don't hate you."
"Are we going to get past this?" Cindy asked.
"Actually, that was a pretty interesting and exciting Christmas present. I was stunned, but it was great. I climaxed so hard and had so much cum, I thought I'd drown you."
"Oh, God, me too. Lisa was making me cum anyway, but the second I felt your cock in my mouth, it became exponentially better. I'm sure I drenched her face."
"So we're good right? No recriminations, no guilt, no regrets. It happened and it's over and done with?"
"Yeah. I think I'm good. In fact, I think I'm really good. I wish Julia would have sex with me."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I want to fuck hell out of her for her Christmas present."
I laughed then I hugged her, pulling her naked body against mine, giving her more than a brotherly kiss. I released her and started to leave the bedroom before I started to get an erection.
"Scott," Cindy said.
"What?"
"We really do need to change the sheets. It does smell like a whorehouse in here."
I laughed and returned to strip the bed.
At 12:30, Cindy was sent upstairs to wake Rhonda up. The house and patio were neat and tidy. We all had clothes on. I was carving the meats, Rhonda was mashing the potatoes. Cindy was making salad. The green bean casserole was being kept warm in the oven. My parents were the first to arrive, bearing a bag of presents and two pumpkin pies. She hugged me.
"Mary's bringing apple pies," Mom said. "We decided to divide and conquer. Marge is bringing the snack mix and a few bottles of wine. Cindy, Merry Christmas dear."
"Merry Christmas, Mom. Daddy, Merry Christmas. How are you?"
"Same as I was a couple days ago. Show me where to put the presents."
"Under the tree, Dad. It will be interesting to see how many presents fit under there."
The Pinters and Lloyds showed up soon after. Shasta and her family weren't far behind.
"Momma made some sweet potato pie," Shasta said. "I hope you all like it."
"I'm sure we will. Please come in and make yourselves at home. Cedric how are you? Bernice, it's good to see you again."
Cedric ran over to the tree. "Momma! Look at all the presents."
"I know, baby. Don't touch them. They're not all yours. Come here and meet everyone else."
He came back and stood behind her leg as we introduced them to everyone.
"This is my mom and dad, Dan and Sandy," I said. "And this is my sister, Cindy. The last time you were here, my wife was gone on a visit to Los Angeles. This is my wife, Julia. This is her mom and dad, Harold and Mary. You can just call him Harry. This is my very good friend, Lisa. She lives here with us, and this is her parents, Reggie and Marge. This is our other very good friend, Rhonda who also lives with us. Everyone, this is Shasta, Julia and Lisa's most valued employee and friend, her mother, Bernice, and son, Cedric. Dinner is ready. Why don't you dish up and eat before everything gets cold. We'll open gifts afterward."
I was happy to see Shasta and her family readily embraced by everyone. The meal was great and everyone stuffed themselves. The sweet potato pie was a big success.