Gunar never really went back to sleep. He heard Josie shower, dress and head downstairs. He was only half asleep when the new maid pulled back the winter blankets and soothed his phallus with her lips. "Hello, Jenny."
"It's midnight, sir."
"So it is. Fetch me my robe and slippers. Then get the champagne. Is there anything else to make this night perfect? Wait, there's something one other thing I want you to take."
Gunar slipped on his evening clothes and walked down to the conservatory. The room was only lit by the tiny white lights of the new Christmas tree. It was a real tree. The flocked one was gone. The green fir still glistened with snowmelt. The ornaments that Gunar recognized from their years of use, glittered. The lights and tinsel what hung with human imprecision. Even the old nativity scene was under the tree. The family had been busy.
Beneath the tree, as he programmed, three exquisite presents, ones he had dreamed about for years, knelt on their thighs, awaited unwrapping. To the left dressed only in her white sable coat and borrowed platinum and diamond jewelry knelt his exquisite sister, Victoria. As his gaze rested on her, she blushed, held her fingers to her throat and breathed heavily. To the right knelt Dorcas. His cousin smiled slyly at him, twisting her left yellow-blonde braid. She was only clothed only in a cozy in bleu-green plaid flannel pajama top. In the middle, Josie faced him. She was dressed just like she was in the photo, in her cheerleading outfit. Her pompons rested on her thighs. Purple and gold ribbons laced her hair. Josie tilted her head in his direction, her new green eyes dripped with determined lust. Then her tongue curled over to touch her top row of teeth.
Jenny arrived with a silver tray upon which rested four filled champagne glasses. She offered Gunar the first. As he bent down to join the women, Jenny served the others. Gunar surveyed the three. The prim Victorian prude who is a slave to her lusts. The extroverted, full-bodied tomboy that loves nothing more than the outdoors, except a good roll in the hay with her cousin. Finally, the energetic girl-next store, a great cook and a firecracker in bed who'd make an ideal wife. Jenny folded the platter under one arm and stood the side, awaiting her master's further commands.
Gunar lifted his glass. "To the best Christmas ever." The four clinked glassed. Victoria sipped. Dorcas chugged and wished she had a beer. Josie and Gunar linked arms. She whispered "I love you." He whispered, "He'll be the best baby ever."
Josie wasn't stupid. "What do you mean?"
"Don't ruin it Josie."
"I'm fertile, aren't I? You mad me ovulate!" She held her hands to her womb. She looked for the laptop, his magic wand, and didn't see it anywhere. "Oh, Gunar, don't do this. I was hoping we'd travel, you know get out of this town. I've kicked myself forever and a day for having a baby too early. Don't do this to us."
"But I have so much to do here."
"Fine. You stay here. Get the mill ship shape. But I need a break, honey. While your been in college, I've been slaving away over a hot stove, barely getting by. Think of me, please, I'm begging you."
"I thought you loved me."
"I do." She cradled his cheek. "But I need to explore, to see the world. When you said I had a second chance, I was hoping you meant that. You know I love you. You know I'll come back. Then we can settle down and start a family. There is no other man I want to get me pregnant. But we're way too young to get stuck at home with a baby, regretting what could have been. I've been down that road before. If you really love me, you won't do that to me again."
"You know, Josie, I thought tonight was going to be the perfect fantasy. But this little surprise of yours ruined it. You know what? I hate surprises." He stood, wheeled and held out his left hand. "Jenny?"
Hidden by the silver platter and the dim lights, Gunar's flat black laptop had escaped notice. Jenny whipped it out and held it out to her master. "Girls, you better hold her down." Victoria was quicker but Dorcas was stronger. Josie could not escape.
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"Gunar, please, I'm begging you for the sake of our love, don't do this to me!"
"Me! Me! Me! I thought I told you, this is MY fantasy."
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"Now, ladies, let's take it from the top."
Gunar entered the room just as before. The girls reacted just as before, like nothing had happened. Jenny arrived with fresh champagne. Josie and Gunar hooked arms. Gunar whispered "I love you." Josie whispered, "I'm ovulating." And nibbled on his ear lobe.
That night the willowy prude, the fulsome tomboy and the perky cheerleader made love to Gunar, the one man in the world they adored. Dorcas began. She scooted over to the hearth, crooked a finger and beckoned her lover over to the warmth of the fire. As he approached she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and gave him a peak of the weight he and Master PC had slapped onto her chest. Gunar kissed her lips and pushed her down. Strong, forceful Dorcas was now helpless with love. "Make it twins, Gunar, please. I have enough milk for two." His kissed her heavy tits. They were full, large and perfectly proportionate with her big frame. The old Dorcas, Kristin, had purged enough weight that the glorious D-cups had melted into B's. Now they were back to the girth nature intended. He slobbered, he flicked, he even bit. Then he slid down her cleavage, sucking her her six-pack abs, along her thighs and finally into her sex. He paused for a moment to draw in the aroma of her juices and caress her furry pubes, then his bifurcated tongue worked its wonders. Her thighs were strong and even Gunar found he trouble breathing between their crush so he slid up and straddled his cousins orgasm wracked body on his knees.
He laid his pole into the dell of her bosom and compressed her teats upon it. Then he slid back and forth. Dorcas's sighed, she moaned and then she craned her neck up to try and suck on her loves head like it was a cocktail cherry. Sche succeeded and sucked seed until Gunar spewed white goo all over her chest and face until she glistened in the firelight.
Dorcas wallowed in the messy, visceral, quality of the act and rubbed it all over her body. She even licked a dab into her mouth. "Mmm, like Tequila. Tequila...tequila...and the worm...(giggle)." In the end he left her gasping.
Gunar stood, Jenny hande her master a towel and a beer then helped Dorcas move aside. Gunar now sat by the fire. He sat down held his penis and one hand and beckoned his sister.
"Please Gunar. We can't." Victoria whined but still she answered his call. "It so wrong." She stood before him. He ankles promised legs that were long and smooth. Le aid back and held his dick up. She opened the sable coat. She was naked beneath it. "It's incest." She bent at her knees and took his penis from him. "It's so wicked." His sister flicked his head up and down her labials. "Yes, so wicked." She inserted his meat inter her hot, dripping cunt. "So wicked." She hissed" And so goooood. I've waited for this moment for so long Gunar. It feels even better than I dreamed." Victoria liked it slow. Gunar let her slide up and down on his dick until he got bored.
"Only one thing could make it more sinful and more sweet, sister mine." He pushed her off and moved her over the loveseat.
OH!" He bend her over the armrest.
"Ever hear of the 'back door'?" Her younger brother flipped up the ten thousand dollar coat and pressed his penis against her bud. Then he leaned forward.
A shiver of evil delight caused her body to quiver. "Yessss." As programmed by her vengeful brother, the ruder and cruder something was, the more it tunred her on.
"Now try filthy language."
Victoria bit her trembling lip. "I don't, I don't..."
"Give it up, sis. I have my dick up your ass. Doaesn;t this feel good?" he shook it.
"Yes, oh, Gunar, please, have mercy." There was a pause. Gunar waited. "F-f-f-fFuck me. OH! So good!""
"What did you say?"
"Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME! Augghh that's good. Come on little brother, shove your cock into your slut sister's hole. Sodmimiz me! Sodomize me harder! HARDER! I want to hear your balls slap...AUGHHHHH!" Filthy talk, enough to make a sailor blush spewed from the prude, making her hotter. Strands of hair flew from her bun as Victoria thrashed on her brother's meat. Over and over, he seed fountained into her bowels. At last he left her quivering, just like Dorcas. When he pushed her off of him, he took a moment to whisper, "Next time how about you dress in leather?" She moaned, bit her lip, smiled and nodded. Jenny helped her aside.
Gunar met his Josie half way. The two kissed. "That was pretty hot, lover. I get the son, though, right?"
"Make that sons, Josie. One right after the other."
"Stop it, you know how hot pregger talk makes me."
"Just how hot?"
"I'll show you." She pushed him down on the floor.
"Wait, this can lead to infection. Jenny, clean me off."
The maid was a veritable jenny-on-the-spot with a washrag and warm water. "You have a beautiful penis, if I may say so, sir."
"You may say so."
"There, sir, clean as a whistle."
"Might as well be. It totally killed my mood. You look slack too."
"You heard the missus, Jenny. Lube that baby-maker up."
"Oh, thank you, sir!" Jenny slathered her saliva on her master's shaft. After a blithe time of deep throat, Jenny turned to her mistress and piped. "There mistress all hard and ready to go, if I may say so."
Josie fluffed out her pleated skirt and sat on Gunar's lap. His dick found it way into her fiery cunt like a guided missel. "Yes. Damn baby it's always perfect."
"If there is nothing else?"
Josie turned to her maid, Jenny. Gunar may have forgotten about the maid once being Jennifer, the trophy wife who supplanted Josie as the woman of the house, but Josie certainly did not. "Just one thing, Jenny. Josie reached behind her back and lifted up her skirt. "Lick my ass."
Jenny's eyes lit up, "Oh thank you, mistress!" She dove into her task.
Then Josie rocked upon her man's dick. "There. Now daddy, put that baby inside mommy."
Gunar slid his hands under stiff the cheerleader shirt. Josie was wearing no bra. He stretched the wool garment out and levered it over her chest. Her two melons sprung out and he enjoyed playing with Josie's jiggly "bowlfulls of jelly."
Josie was building to climax. Her voice took on a strained quality. "Tell, me daddy, tell me you're putting a baby in me."
"Oh yeah, mommy. I'm putting a baby in you. I'm putting my baby juice inside you, my seed into your furrow."
"Yes, seed. Oh, mommy feels so fruitful, so juicy, so ripe..."
"Ripe, oh mommy, I'm coming..."
"Cum inside me daddy, make me big, oh I feel so empty, I need to feel full, bursting..."
"Here I come!" Gunar grunted.
"Oh, I'm coming to Dadeeeeeeeeeee!"
Josie stayed attached and bent her limber body to rest onto her paramour's chest. "Do you think that did it, daddy? Oh, Jenny that tickles. Stop that."
"My sperms as lively the last time as it is the first.' Gunar sighed. "But you know what? It doesn't matter mommy, we have all the time in the world to try. Maybe we'll take that trip to Europe you always wanted."
"Poo on the trip. But if you want to, that's fine with me. We have some time to try some more. Then I'm sorry to say, we're expected at church."
"Sounds good." Then the four relaxed and slept and lusty visions danced in their heads.
Warm and cozy, hey would always remember this day as the best ever, the day that changed their world.
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