Authors note: Although, yes, this is a Christmas story, it is part of a themed set of 12 stories.
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Christmas, a time for celebrating and giving and receiving and it all starts for Hillary Fooks with a real Christmas tree.
Every year, without fail, after moving into her own one-bedroom apartment, the 26-year-young cougar has bought a Christmas tree from Ted, and this year was no different.
"Evening, Ms Fooks," he said, having noticed her all wrapped up against the winter seasonal cold, the snow making some small effort to settle.
"Your usual?" he intoned, with a warm smile, every so often scuffing his feet on the ground to keep the blood circulating through his body.
Although Ted had to stand out in the cold for 10 hours, his young sons, Michael and Robert, both in their early 20's, delivered the trees - especially the big ones - to the customer's homes.
"Yes, a nice big one," she said, adding a knowing smile.
"I don't know how you do it, Ted. Standing in the cold for hours at a time," Hillary sympathised as she handed over $45.
"A radiant smile helps to keep me warm," he rejoined. ‘Is Ted flirting with me,' Hillary wondered to herself, before agreeing a time for the tree to be delivered and saying thanks. She then gave Ted a warm smile and went to get some presents along with tree lights and baubles to replace the old ones.
By the time Hillary arrived home, the early evening snowfall was dense enough to settle on the ground, but not so that it made driving impossible. That said, Ted's sons had yet to arrive at the agreed time. ‘No doubt held up,' she thought to herself, and as she gazed out of her lounge window Hillary couldn't help but notice just how hard the snowfall had become as it tumbled out of the moonlit December sky.
Having unpacked her bags from shopping, the first thing Hillary did was to change out of her warm winter clothes into something feminine and resplendent of a cougar. She had removed her thick cable-knit jumper and put on an open neck electric blue blouse with large buttons. Gone were her jeans and pantyhose, which she replaced with a pair of black lace top hold ups and a navy blue, almost black skirt that fell to just above her knees.
"I hope they haven't broken down, especially in the cold,' she worried before pouring herself a drink, a warm whiskey over ice with just a dash of water. It warmed more than just her insides as usual.
With the glass half empty, Hillary jumped when she heard the front doorbell ring. Looking up at the clock as she rose from the black leather three seater sofa, she noticed the time and remarked how late Ted's sons were, if it was indeed them. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone else that evening.
Hillary hurried to the door and soon had it open. The chill from the evening air rushed in. It was sufficient enough to cause her skirt to flutter up and reveal a teasing glimpse of the bottom of the lace top hold up that adorned her right thigh, but not much else.
"Y-your t-tree, Ms F-fooks," Michael stuttered, clearly affected by the cold, enough that his breath hung in the air while his older brother held the tree, a six footer, aloft.
"Quick, come inside, you'll catch your death," Hillary urged them, holding the door fully open as she stood with her back pressed against the hall wall.
No sooner were the young fit lads inside, than she quickly closed the door, saying, "I wondered where you had gotten to, lads. Am I your last?" she asked, concerned for their well-being on a cold night like that.
"Y-yes. W-where d-do..." Michael, holding the potted base, said, before Ms Fooks interrupted out of consideration.
"Through to the lounge, boys," she directed them from behind Robert, bringing up the rear.
"It's a big one as usual," Robert intoned.
"I like a big one," Hillary replied, more concerned with them needing to be warmed up than her inadvertent innuendo about size, which was true. Being a cougar, she loved a big cock between her lips and thighs, both, in fact, whenever the opportunity arose.
"You sound cold, Michael. I've got something that'll warm you up," Hillary informed him as they continued along the long hall and past her bedroom, bathroom and kitchen to the lounge. Thankfully, she had the downstairs occupancy. No stairs to navigate up.
Once they were in Hillary's lounge, she pointed out the area she had cleared for the tree before going to the window. She noticed that the snow was falling quite heavily, making a pretty Christmas picture as it fell.
"The snow's quite thick, lads," she observed before turning back to see. "Oh, well done, thank you. All the same, it might be best if you stay a while, at least get warm before you return home," she said with a warm, welcome smile.
"O-okay, and th-thank you, Ms Fooks," Michael said, his cold stutter almost gone she noticed.
"Best remove your coats and scarves, lads, you'll benefit from it later, and call me, Hillary," she said. "I'll just make you a couple of drinks to warm you up," Hillary added and left them to it.
"Did you catch what she said about liking big ones, bruv," Robert said as he removed his coat.
"Yeah. I think she meant the tree, though. It's quite big as usual," Michael iterated as he also shed his coat. He then went and stood by the gas radiator, feeling its sudden warmth against his cold body while running his hands over the top.
"Here you go, lads, get one of these down you. Then, to pass the time, you can help me decorate the tree," Hillary offered as she held out a glass of whiskey in each hand.
‘I'd rather undress you,' Robert thought to himself, confidently, as he looked her up and down. Hillary's 38C tits filled out her blouse as she breathed, causing the buttons to stretch enough to hint at the black lacy bra below it.
"Thank you," they said, taking the offered glasses.
"I'll more than reward you for your help, guys," she intoned, taking a sip of her own, the ice all but melted.
Just then, Hillary felt a sudden warmth where she least expected it. Being in the presence of young men, and, with their coats, gloves and scarves removed, the brothers were quite fanciable. Her pussy felt hot and wet while her clit throbbed in her matching black lacy thong. It felt like a prison and she couldn't wait to release herself from it.
‘Oh, the things I would love you to do to me,' her mind dizzy with nasty, dirty thoughts.
"Mmm, that hits the spot," Michael said, having taken a slow sip of his drink and felt the warm effects on his insides.
"Where would you like us to start, Hillary?" Michael, ever the innocent, asked.
‘How about you start with my mouth and move onto my tight throbbing pussy, my horny wet cunt,' she thought, lustfully. Clearly, the warmth of the whiskey had gotten to the cougar, enough that she fixed them with a ravenous gaze as she pondered what to do. ‘Got it!' she exclaimed.
Setting aside her erotic thoughts of being spit fucked by the noticeable bulges in their tight fitting jeans, Hillary went and got the decorations she had bought that evening along with a step ladder.
"The old decorations looked a bit tatty, forlorn, even," Hillary said, dismissively, as she took out the box of fairy lights and then one of the two boxes of coloured baubles, leaving the fairy until last. As she did that, Robert untied the tree and then he and his young sibling fanned out those branches that were in need of it.
"Lights first, what do you think?" their humble host suggested as she held them out.
"Good choice," Michael said, having looked to see as he finished off the bottom of his side.
"There, done!" Robert exclaimed. "I agree, lights on first," he concurred, and moved to open the ladder, which he set beside the tree.
Having climbed up the first few steps, his height, all 5'11", enough to bring him above it, he felt Hillary's hand just below his ass steady him as she held up the end of the lights.
"Thank you," he said, emitting a warm smile, one she returned with a minxy overtone to it. She even found herself stroking the right lapel of her blouse, thereby bringing attention to her heaving shapely breasts. What she would give to have his warm hard dick sliding between her ample cleavage right then.
For the next several minutes, until the ladder was no longer needed, she followed the young man around the tree. Thankfully, not only were the lights more than the right length, but the tree didn't require repositioning to reach the outlet socket.
"Oh, well done," Hillary applauded, stood back with the lights on and glimmering before going to the room's light switch and turning it off.
"Emn, that's quite romantic," she thrilled, her pussy becoming ever more wet while the exposed tip of her clit throbbed against the lace enclosure of her damp thong.
"I'll just turn it up a bit," she intoned before adjusting the dimmer switch and joining them to hang the baubles on the tree.
With that completed, all that remained was the fairy on the top, something that Hillary, herself, took charge of with high expectation. To reach the top of the tree, she had to stand at the very top of the ladder. With her shoes removed, the horny cougar stood 5'4". To steady her, she felt a welcome secure warm hand from Michael on her ass and over her skirt while his older brother's was underneath it. Out of sight, and as he held her steady, his thumb wormed its way beneath the floss-like strap of Hillary's thong.
"Hold me steady, guys. Firmer-Robert," she said, taking her time as she enjoyed the feel of his warm hand on her naked round ass cheek, which he lightly squeezed.
"Like that, Hillary?" he said, suggestively, before directing his thumb down and then, with a wiggle, onto the lower opening of her heated cunt.
"Yes, like that. I see you've done this kind of thing before," she praised his technique, holding her firm and steady as he teased her sex, making her dribble onto his thumb.
"There. All done."
"She looks radiant," Robert exclaimed.
"Yeah, radiant," Michael said.
"I think Robert means me. I look radiant," Hillary intoned, now with two of his well-placed fingers inside her horny wet cunt as he stroked her clit with the whorl of his thumb.
"She's horny as well, aren't you?"
"I am that. Yes, emn, more," she moaned, encouragingly, her hands on the horseshoe-like support rail as she flexed her legs to get more of him inside her.
Following his older brother's gesture, Michael was soon stood on the second step of the ladder. He then undid the button of her skirt and subsequently lowered the zip. Although it slid down her lithe legs, hold ups as well, it caught midway down on his brother's arm.
"Let's see that wet pussy," Robert said and directed Michael to hook his thumbs in the waistband of her damp thong and draw it down.
Stood to her left, he removed his hand, the fingers of which glistened in the dim light from her juices. Her skirt then fell to pool around her ankles as he made his way around the front to see. There, in the twinkling of the Christmas tree lights, which were set to on as opposed to blinking on and off, was Hillary's lush moist pussy, framed by a fine thatch of blonde pubes that were peppered with beads of her juices.
Robert couldn't resist drawing in her sweet scent through his nostrils before moving closer, his tongue tip extended, and licking it upwards, tasting her delicious cunt.
"What an exquisite aroma and succulent taste, Hillary," he lauded.
"Yes, 100 percent natural cunt!" she exclaimed.
He then flicked her pubes and, this time, cauught the protruding tip of her clit.
"Fuck, yes," she cried, her pussy leaking some more.
"Have a taste, bruv, she's good for it. Don't worry, I've got her covered," he said, invitingly, and then moved to the front of the ladder to steady it. Having he done so, and with Hillary's heart beating like a hammer in her chest, Michael made his way to the back of the ladder where he took in her radiant beauty - Robert was right, he noticed, as he gazed at her opulent mound.
Meanwhile, and with her damp thong down around her knees, Robert had his hands on Hillary's shapely firm buttocks, which felt the warmth of his breath against them moments before they were prised apart. He then, to her welcome surprise - his brother transfixed to her cunt - flicked his warm wet tongue around her anus, catching the knot of her rosebud just right and sending waves of pleasure coursing up her spine.
Michael barely had the time to breathe in her sexy aroma when the ladder rattled from Hillary's trembling. She was close to cumming, Robert couldn't help but realise as he stroked her clit while licking her lovely clean asshole in his brother's refrain.
"Best we have you down, Hillary," Robert said and then slid his warm, humid hands down her buttocks and over her thighs to where her thong was tautened. He then grasped the sides and lowered it down to her ankles before lifting each foot in turn and unencumbering them of her skirt and damp thong.
With Michael's assistance, they soon helped the horny cougar to turn around; after which, and to Hillary's surprise, Robert had her sit down on the wide square platform, her right leg through the 45 degree angled gap where the two parts of the open ladder met. Like that, and even with her left leg hanging down and off to the side, her pussy was open to Michael's attention.
This time, he wasted no seconds in getting his tongue buried in her hot wet snatch, tasting her warm honey juices as he twirled and swirled his tongue around the folds of her delicious pussy.
With Ms Fooks sat at a lower level, Robert, who certainly wasn't going to let her ripe puppies go to waste untouched, reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Hillary trembled with anticipation and as the buttons popped open one by one, the creamy white flesh of her ample cleavage straining at the lacy fabric of her bra was revealed. She even reached behind herself to unclip her strapless lace bra moments before the last of the buttons was detached. She then held it out to the side and let it fall to the floor, there to join her crumpled skirt and thong, which were soon joined by Hillary's blouse.
"Very sexy, if I say so myself," Robert lauded her hold ups, which he was fully seeing for the first time. He barely noticed the tops when the gust of wind took Hillary's skirt, earlier.
For the time being, he contented himself with rolling her nipples, which were out of reach to his mouth, while concluding it might be unsafe for all three of them to be on the ladder at the same time. And while he did that, much to Hillary's pleasured enjoyment, Michael stroked her clit in slow sensual circles, just as his brother had shown him on Megan West, another cougar, and licked around and up inside her pussy, the combined effects bringing forth a welcome climax, which Michael was eager to taste and lap up.
"How was that?" Robert almost chuckled, giving her nipple a responsive squeeze.
"Thank you, I needed that," she intoned.
"Don't worry, there's more to come. What say we spread you out on your bed and..."
"It's a bit cold. I haven't got the heating on," Hillary said, as she took their offered hands, each with a foot on the bottom step while holding the ladder firmly.
"Don't you worry, Hillary, we've got all you need to warm you up," Robert assured her.
"Emn, I'm looking forward to it, guys," she said, her blue eyes along with her smile twinkling in the dimly lit room.
"You're not very -" Michael began to say.
"Talkative," she intoned.
"Get me warmed up first, and you'll see how much of a slut I can be," Hillary intimated to them, before taking several steps towards the door and turning to gaze at her illuminated Christmas tree.
"Excellent job, guys. Now, let's see you put those skilful hands and bodies of yours to work on me," she cooed and had them follow her body, naked, save for her black hold ups, back down the hall.
"You got the..." Michael hinted at something to his brother.
"Yeah. By the time we're finished with the horny slut, she'll be begging us for more, just like Megan West, you mark my words, bruv," Robert whispered.
"Oh, boys, lads, hurry. I'm in need of warming up," Hillary, her right hand resting against the doorframe, cooed to them, while, and with her other hand and index finger, she beckoned the pair to hasten.
When they entered her bedroom, which was lit by a bedside lamp, she was sat on her bed, one leg over the other below her left knee and a hand outstretched on the duvet on either side. The lamp served as a backlight that shaped around her slim figure. Not one part of her body was fat, including her ample 38C breasts thanks to her four times a week visits to a local gym and Pilates.
"Wow, that's some bed. I bet you could fit three people..." Michael exclaimed, only to realise...!
"That's the general idea. On it more than in it. It's a King size. Shop display, and so I saved a bundle on it. And, as you rightly pointed out, room for all of us," Hillary crooned, her fingers tapping each side of the bed to have them come closer.
"I'll stand, if it's all the same," Robert uttered, a suggestion that...!
"I thought you might. You'll miss out, though. Surely you want to get that lovely hard dick of yours in my warm wet pussy while I get my mouth and lips around Michael," she uttered.
"I'd much rather have your warm wet lips sliding up and down my big long dick as I fuck your mouth and throat, Hillary. Michael can take care of himself; right bruv," he said with a wink.
"I usually like to get to know the cocks I'm going to be fucking first, but, since it's you, I'll make an exception," she told him and soon assumed the position; up on all fours, her hands along the side of the bed. She then watched Robert, wantonly, as he undid his jeans and soon had his cock out, stroking it before her face. Its warmth radiated onto her cheeks, which she brushed against the turgid head, presently feeling the gloss of his pre-cum smear the left one.
No sooner had she finished, than Robert tentatively reached out his other hand towards her curly blonde hair.
"It's okay, my hands are otherwise engaged, so...Oh," Hillary emitted a low sigh when she felt Michael's warm wet tongue on her asshole, exposed by the stance and distance of her knees.
"Your hair's an erogenous zone. Did you know that? Anyway, I want you to lick up and down my cock, get it nice and hard, then I want you to suck on it while you lick it some more. I'm gonna enjoy cumming in that pretty mouth of yours, Hillary," Robert told her as his young sibling once more stroked her clit with his thumb and slid all four fingers deep inside her horny wet pussy.
"Urmn, hurmn," she was presently heard to murmur around his lovely hard dick, and all while young Michael laid his deep inside her pussy. They both took it slow and sensual to begin with, building up the pleasured sensations in her body as her climax took shape. By then, Michael had his hands loosely on her hips as he worked his length back and forth.
Something unexplainable told Hillary she was in for the ride of her life where these two men were concerned, especially when they speeded up, both cocks thrusting into her near-stagnant body at the same time as Robert held her head in check.
"I'm not gonna cum, not until after I've had that lovely hot wet cunt of yours," Robert, intoned, leaving her mouth and Hillary gasping as her climax rolled through her to switch with Michael.
He managed to hold the hungry cougar off until after Robert had filled the slut.
"Yes, more. Fuck me. Shove that cock, yes, deep inside my cunt. Do it, like that, just like that," she urged Robert. He had one hand on her left shoulder and the other clutching her hair. When he yanked it back, her eyes shot up, catching sight of Michael.
"Lick it, taste yourself on my dick, you've done it before, I don't doubt," he reasoned and then watched as she slid her tongue around the offered head, relishing her divine taste as always before smooching the head and then the length of his cum glistened shaft. When she got to his balls, her body at an incline, Hillary licked and then sucked each tender nut in turn before sliding her tongue up the other side of Michael's shaft, glorying in how sweet she did, in fact, taste.
"How is she?" Michael asked, considering how much bigger his brother's dick was.
"Tight and wet. Soon to be wetter, right, Hillary," Robert thrilled.
"Hur-urmn," she mumbled around Michael's cock as he finally fucked it to her.
"Ready," he said, and with that, Robert tightened his grip both on her shoulder and hair and began resoundly banging her buttocks with his groin each time he filled her up while working her head, lips and mouth back and forth on Michael's length as he stroked it. Eventually, his fist pumps became more ardent and soon he was exploding a warm creamy gush of his hot cum in her mouth and throat. Hillary just about managed to swallow each without choking before the next salvo hosed down the walls of her mouth.
She couldn't believe it. Not that he had cum, it was expected, but that young Michael was still hard and still fucking her mouth - his firm dick working back and forth with perfect rhythm so that they both filled her horny body at the same time.
"I think I'll have you sat up, now," Robert said as he slowly withdrew himself from her dripping wet, well-reamed pussy. Even the duvet cover below her was damp, she noticed, when she swung her legs over the side.
Michael spread her knees wide and knelt between them. They both loved the taste of a young woman's pussy, especially so after it's been well-plundered. It tends to give off a heady scent of sex while tasting of ambrosia.
"God, you love my pussy. It rarely gets this much attention, guys. What about my tits, tho-oh, oh yes, Robert," she gasped, even before he took her ripe left nipple between his warm wet lips.
"Oh fuck, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK—ME!" she cried and gasped, her left hand outstretched behind her for support while she stroked Michael's shock black hair. Moments later, though, and with her legs purposefully wider, she held him closer as her climax gathered momentum.
Leant back, she gazed down at her firm tits and watched Robert as he sucked her left nipple while rolling the other and all while his younger brother agitated her stalk, finger fucked her pussy and licked, sucked and teased the exposed tip of her clit.
When she came, which was hard, Hillary held Michael to her, almost suffocating him as her orgasm rocked and rolled through her body. She managed to thrust and pump her hips at him, drawing every additional pleasure from his love actions as her climax continued to roll along.
"Huh, huh, huh," he gasped for air afterwards. His chin and lips, both covered in a glossy sheen, dripped cum.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. Wow, indeed. Only for Robert to release her pink wet saliva slick nipple and slap each tit with his hand.
"Fuck," she gasped with the first.
"Yes," she cried out after the second.
Robert then reared himself up, his cum soaked cock covered in her juices as it stood upright before her. He displayed perfect muscle control Hillary noted as she sat upright and brought both her hands up to each side of her tits. She dipped her head and dribbled some saliva to reduce the friction around his shaft, which was soon encased in the warmth of her breasts and her interlaced fingers above it.
"Ooo, fuck my tits, fuck my big round tits, Robert," she urged. "Fuck my tits and cum on them," Hillary crooned, encouragingly, her mouth open to catch the head between her lips with the success of his upward hip swing while his brother, sat on the bed up by the pillow, removed his clothes, including his socks.
"That's it, yeah, take my cock, take my cock," Robert enjoined, moments before he increased his hip swings.
"Take my cum, Hillary, you lovely slut, take it," he cried out, releasing himself from her with his right hand and pulling her head back with his left. He then gave his shaft three firm pumps and showered his warm creamy cum over Hillary's tits.
"Yes, more. Spunk it over me. My face, do it," she urged, insistently.
"Fuck, yes, lovely," Hillary regaled when she felt a warm splash on her forehead while the rest trailed down her nose, lips, chin and neck.
"Open," exclaimed Robert as he held off the third. He then fired it between her lips, drowning her mouth with it. She then sucked his cock, bobbing her head back and forth as she smeared his warm creamy white cum over her tits and body, draining Robert and getting him hard and ready for round two.
Eventually, they were all naked and in congress on Hillary's spacious bed. She found herself over Robert, his big manly hands on her shapely buttocks drawing her forward to meet his slow rhythmic hip jerks as he filled her pussy so sweetly. The length of his cock and, in particular, the way he was sensuously fucking her, caused the bulbous, mushroom-like head of his cock to graze her g spot.
She was so lost in the pleasure that brought, that, with her lids closed as she lost herself in the euphoria, Hillary had no idea or reason to be concerned where young Michael was. Her first indication, though, was when she felt him behind her followed shortly by the puffy glans of his cock nudging slippery against her puckered asshole, which his elder brother held exposed to him.
"Oh, God, what, where?" Hillary moaned as the head of Michael's cock jostled for position in her tight virgin ass.
"I think she's a virgin. You are, aren't you? It's okay, no need to worry, Hillary, we know what we're doing," Robert assured her as he held her still and close, his long thick piece of warm meat, balls deep in her wet pussy, while her body, specifically her virgin asshole, was about to get even more so.
"I've never, oh, God, yes, take it easy, young Michael," Hillary directed him, as bit by pleasurable bit, the first two inches followed the way of the head.
"She doesn't know what she's been missing. Pretty soon she'll be taking it up the ass every time," Robert intoned and then raised his head to suck on one of her nipples.
"Emn, it is rather..." she moaned, lost for the perfect word to describe how she felt; one up her ass, one in her sex-crazed cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one cock from the other.
"Good?" Michael, above her, suggested, as he drew himself back and guided a few additional inches deep inside her lovely tight asshole.
"Heavenly. More than I expected," she found the voice to say.
"There you go. I told you we knew what we were doing. Now that you've got past the initial part, Hillary, it's time to take over," Robert alluded.
"Yeah, take it at your own pace, enjoy yourself," Michael intoned, intimating for her to rock back on him, which she was soon doing, both firm, hard cocks filling her at the same time.
"Oh yes, fuck me in the ass. Oh God, both your cocks feel so fucking lovely."
With every thrust, Hillary moaned, begging for more and more. "Fuck my holes, give it to me, give it to me. Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, squeeze my nipples, harder, squeeze them," she urged Robert and he did.
Before long, they took control, building up what would surely be a most explosive orgasm in Hillary's body. Michael and Robert pumped their cocks in her ass and pussy like jackhammers.
"You like anal, don't you," Robert urged her response, feeling her muscles begin to contract around him, letting him know she was almost at the very edge.
"Yes! I love anal, I love a big cock up my ass," she screamed. Moments later, her orgasm crashed, her damn burst and thunderous bolts of pleasure shot through Hillary's body. Her juices flooded her and trickled from her dowsed pussy, covering Robert's cock, his balls and thighs with her wet warmth.
"You're open enough," he said, and with that, Michael withdrew himself from her and then they had her get on all fours. She flinched when she felt the large head of Robert's cock press against her anus, even with Michael holding her open.
"Sink back on it, Hillary, like before with Michael," he coaxed her, although with how wet his cock was, he slipped inside her tight backdoor with consummate ease.
"You want it hard and deep, don't you? Yeah, you do," he said, encouragingly and she responded.
"Yes, Robert, fuck my ass, fuck it hard! Oh, God, again. Deep, yes, your cock's so deep, so fucking deep in my ass," she moaned while Michael's cock, which was covered in a mixture of her pussy and ass juice plus an essence of the flavored sex oil they had used for lube, hovered before her, awaiting Hillary's attention.
"You like it, yes! Like being fucked in the, ass!" Robert exclaimed while thrusting himself hard and deep with each of his last words.
"Yes, I like it, I like it. I fucking like being fucked in the ass. Oh, God, yes, more," she whimpered with delight only to find herself reduced to mumbles when Michael's cock slid between her warm wet lips. Hillary relished the taste and depravity of sucking a cock that had just been in her ass. She relished it even more when she tasted pineapple on it. She then gorged herself on his cock, her tongue slithering and slathering around his shaft to get as much of it as there was as he fucked her mouth and throat and held her by her bunched up hair.
"I'm about ready to cum," Michael soon made his need known.
"Me too, she's got such a lovely tight ass," Robert announced while Hillary, herself, wasn't far off cumming again.
"What about it, Hillary, where do you want it?" Michael asked of her having taken himself from Ms Fook's mouth.
"On my face. I want your lovely hot creamy cum on my face while Robert fills my ass with his," she urged.
"Can do," Robert exclaimed, and shortly thereafter, as she came for the last time, her juices dripping onto the duvet when she did, Hillary felt a sudden warmth as the first of three bursts of Robert's warm creamy cum hosed down the walls of her anus just as Michael exploded the first of his shower on her face.
Her eyes closed instantly in response to some of it catching and landing in her eyelashes and on her lids before covering her nose, lips, cheek and chin. Some landed in her hair even though Robert was still bunching it up. The second was directed over her tits, which brought a pleasured, unexpected gasp from Hillary when Robert thrust his cock deep up her ass one final time. Michael took the opportunity to stroke the third rope into her mouth, catching the back of her throat with the head of the stream while the remainder caught her tongue, lip and chin from where it soon dripped.
"No, stay there, don't take it from me," she urged Robert when he went to move back. Hillary then sucked the dregs of cum from his young sibling's cock, enjoying the feeling of the one that was deep inside her tight ass despite its lack in stature.
When she was finished, when she had had her fill of Michael's young virile sword, Hillary moaned as she took herself from Robert's cock and then turned around to clean it.
"There. Let me just check if the weather's improved, guys," she said and went to the window to see.
"It's still bad. You're welcome to stay the night. Phone your dad, though, let him know you're alright," the horny slut offered as she closed the curtain on what was a small wintery snow flurry, nothing anywhere close to the downpour of earlier.
She felt warm all over and especially inside, her butt cheeks clenched tight to hold Robert's cum in her ass. ‘Time for round three,' she smiled to herself before returning to the bed and Ted's ample son's.
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