The Christmas Retreat

Ian started to count out the money, then, theatrically, made a big show of halting, thinking and raising a pertinent finger. "I'm afraid, girls, that the rules got broken." They groaned, moaned. Ian said, "Annabelle's not wearing her hat. Lucy had a crown to put on. And my Nicole's forgotten the laurel wreath..."

"So we won?" Tony looked delighted.

"'Fraid so," Ian grinned.

We cheered, the girls booed. Linda complained, "Not fair...So what about the money? Thought it was for the best sport?"

"Well, that's a matter of opinion, but as everyone took part in good fun I can't say we've got any single winner, yet, can you?"

"I was naked first!" Linda claimed futilely.

"Seen it all before!" Tony laughed.

She made some derogatory remark as the girls chatted amongst themselves. Ian gathered us guys into a quick huddle and whispered, "Leave it to me, fellas, if you want some more fun, yeah?"

Everyone was too horned up with expectation to argue so we agreed instantly and let him do his thing. He turned back and called the girls' attention. I wondered how much further he could push boundaries, but noticed Nicole had busied herself pouring more shots of that lethal eggnog for everyone. More fuel for the fires, I thought

"Look, us guys feel bad about taking this cash," Ian said. "I mean, it's not like I need it, girls, but the fellas have come up with an idea for distributing it fairly."

We had? Subconscious genius that I appeared to be, I listened intently to 'our' plan...

Ian continued, "There's six of you, so why don't we stage a few little contests, huh? Us fellas will judge, there'll be a hundred bucks for entering and five hundred for the declared winner...Cool?"

Some skepticism. Lucy, feeling more confident now she had some measure of clothing back on, asked with a cheeky smile – "exactly what 'contests' do you have planned?"

"Something to get those dicks hard again, I don't wonder," sneered Linda. "Though, one of you seems stuck on permanent wood..."

She meant Tony, drawing attention to his ubiquitous protruding cock, almost a part of the furniture now it'd been out in the room so long. He got a dose of shyness as a few laughs did the rounds, making his first attempt to cover up for some time. The rest of us males were in differing stages of arousal – most still semi-hard with the sexual excitement in the air, but Colin was fully down, managing to cover his floppy self with one hand under his sixgun holster. Bizarrely, I remember he was holding his plastic gun in his free hand at the time, though for the life of me I couldn't – and still can't- think why. Some deep-rooted male psychological defence against the marauding female threat? Answers on a postcard to Freud...

Ian answered Linda with, "Hey, let's start with a pretty legs contests. Just line up and we'll have a good look at all your legs and decide the best pair."

Hesitantly, the women did so, led by Nicole who was smiling broadly and shaking her head at her hubby. Ian went along the line and gave each girl a note. "One hundred each. Now ladies, please lift your dresses to upper thigh level...Some of course need not bother."

Both Annabelle and Vicky looked sheepish, covering their pussies with their hands. Annabelle's long shapely legs were definitely my winner. Lucy bunched her dress in between her thighs and Nicole hoisted her toga up to just under crotch height to titillate us. Helene and Linda did not need to adjust their clothing as both outfits revealed adequate leg to make a judgement.

After some short, whispered deliberation, in which I was just outvoted, Ian said, "Great girls, but there can be only one winner – Helene!"

The tanned goddess with the pins from heaven was given her five hundred bucks. She made a grab at Ian's crotch when he handed over the prize. He drew back, with an "Ahhpp! That'll be one hundred bucks, lady!"

Egged on by the girls, Helene promptly gave him one of the notes back and grasped his big tool firmly enough for him to wince. Even Peter hooted with amusement as his wife wrapped her hand around Ian's swinging dick. She said "Oooh..." with mock pout and gave it a little jerk back and forth. It definitely rose some, and Ian had to free himself and return to us guys. Helene took the girls' applause with a salute. "What do I get for two hundred?" she grinned.

"You'll, have to wait and see," Ian joked, before instructing them all it was 'pretty ass' time.

The girls turned away from us and each bared their asses without batting an eye. Now this was more than arousing - six naked butts for out inspection. We all crouched down a bit, taking in Nicole's full, womanly buttocks, Lucy's tight buns, Annabelle's natural work of butt-art – two half moons cast in pale ivory, deliciously firm. Helene's gym-toned iron ass with slight indents either side drew comments about testing for firmness, which Ian put into action. He went along the line, gently slapping and squeezing each girl's ass and popping a note into their hands.

Like eager monkeys, we guys jumped to follow suit. It was incredibly horn-inducing touching different flesh with each new ass. Nicole, Linda and Helen, standing adjacent, wiggled and teased us best they could, Vicky stuck her ass out enough that a flutter of pubes could be seen poking from the cleft between her legs. I was right behind Ian, though not too close given the strength and angle of my renewed erection, and watched as he first cupped, then slapped, then goosed Lucy's ass. My girl actually sighed, and reluctantly wobbled as Ian cheekily slipped his hand right down her butt and delved quickly right between her legs. Randy sod! He moved on to Annabelle, did the same. I dared only try it with Lucy – she was wet! My index finger slid along and dipped slightly between wet folds. I whispered in her ear, "You horny thing..." she sighed again, half turned her head and breathed, "Oh God, Andy, take it easy...."

Annabelle had been prepped by Ian's treatment. She shivered as I touched her beautiful cheeks and moaned inwardly. I didn't want to be as blatant as our host so just left her with a nice pat on each buttock. I rejoined Ian, who was sporting his oversized engorged member once more and not bothering to hide it this time, merely enclosing it with one fist in an overgrip fashion while the other hand waved the cash in the air. "five hundred for the winner, girls...Let's flex those butts..."

Tony was last in line and I watched the dirty bastard cop more than a good feel as he made his way along the girls' line. He actually forced his fingers under his wife's frilly panties and fingered her. Linda yelped and swore at him, but moved her pussy against his manipulations anyway. Tony removed his wandering digits, sucked on them, laughed and moved on.

He flitted his fingers over Helene's pussy, too, but didn't dare try it with Nicole. After he flicked at Vicky's sweet furry box, I realised he'd be at my Lucy next. What would he do? Make her moan again of course. I saw his hand dip under her butt, heard her make an appreciative but reluctant groan. Tony looked at me full of glee, eyebrows raised. I had to smile at the guy's gall, the cheeky git.

Then he actually deliberately bumped his hard dick against Annabelle's incredible ass. I looked at Colin for a reaction, but the only one visible was his hard-on sticking out from his disgarded holster. He was quietly fondling his big balls, rolling them like pool balls in his hand as his girlfriend was teased by Tony. Seeing he had carte blanche, Tony gave Annabelle's ass a full massage and bent to kiss it. She was fighting arousal, that was for sure, and in doing so bent forward to stifle a moan. Her perfect ass cheeks flared out when she leaned and gave all of us watching from behind the most outrageous peek of her shaved undercarriage. Her fleshy labia were flowering open like a spring bud, contrasting deep pink with her alabaster butt. I instinctively grabbed my own cock and gave it a gentle tug. Tony, the bold bastard, crouched slightly, held his dick firmly and rapped it against her puffed lips half-a-dozen times. It made wet slappy noises on contact. Annabelle shuddered and groaned loud enough to attract the other girls' attentions to her plight.

Nicole said, "Oh, you sexy two..." Linda shrieked with delight and called her hubby a filthy sod. Colin was jerking his cock at pace. Discovered, Annabelle squealed and stepped forward, away from Tony. He laughed out loud, thanked her and rejoined us guys.

While the girls laughed together, with Annabelle quite mortified, we decided on the winner. Had to be Annabelle. She accepted her applause and prize, head bowed, blushing furiously as she continued to hide her pussy with her hand. But I noticed that covering hand's fingers were not altogether still! Sly girl...

All us guys stood there with blatant erections, Colin now having come to his senses and curtailed his masturbation.

"When do us girls get to inspect the boys?" Linda asked.

Ian replied, "When you win a game...oh, hang on, that didn't happen, did it?"

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Anyway, continued Ian, "you're all getting to see enough, don't you think?"

His wife smirked and agreed; the other girls, surprisingly including Linda, actually seemed to get quite bashful at this remark, as if an unspoken line had been crossed and the lads' display was something to get embarrassed about now that it had been put 'out there' as it were.

"So let's see who can match us boys for erections," Ian laughed. "Golden Globe awards time, girls, here's your entry fees..."

He dished out notes. "Well then?"

Each girl bared their breasts. We were treated to six pairs of lovely orbs, varying in size and nipple-type but each welcome as a meal to a starving man.

Tony stood on no ceremony and began to work his way along the line, feeling each girl's chest in turn. Gleeful, we followed, handling Nicole's and Annabelle's heavy, firm beauties and revelling in the buoyancy of the others' delights. I was still uncertain if Helene's fine handfuls were fake or not; I didn't really care as the sensation of all those perky, firm, turgid nipples against the palms of my roving hands was electrifying.

So too were the appreciative noises the girls made. Lucy and Annabelle kept their eyes closed, Helen and Vicky looked up and sighed pleasure. Linda and Nicole met our gazes with challenging stares of their own, the former groping at each bloke as her fondled her smooth firm titties. I enjoyed the feel of Linda's hand slip under my Gladiator outfit and cup my nuts before rolling the head of my cock around in her palm. Colin, right after me, folded over in two when Linda's hand found his dick, like he was on the verge of shooting. She squealed with delight.

When we were done, our hostess was voted winner for having such fabulous tits for her vintage. Nicole said she didn't know whether to thank us or curse us for that. Ian said she wasn't getting the prize because she spent enough of his cash as it was anyhow.

Linda again demanded the girls get some fun. Ian looked at us all, winked, and told her that would be cool as long as the girls agreed to one final contest. She asked and he laid down the rules: "We've got three and a half thousand in prize money left to win," he said, pulling two of the room's big three-seater couches together side by side. He showed all the notes, counting them out. "three thousand, six hundred bucks," he confirmed, "and Nicole can only play for the glory of victory" – got some laughs – "so that's a lot of shopping cash for the sales..."

Linda looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Annnnddd?..."

"Us guys will line up and let you girls go along the line – have your own 'cock inspection'..."

The girls squealed with excitement and clapped. I watched Lucy's big eyes grow wider as her gaze dropped to our groins... Ian added, "But then you've got to sit down on the couches and we get to conduct the last contest - a detailed pussy inspection."

Annabelle sounded shocked, gasping, "No way!" Lucy repeated it. Helene said nothing but looked down. Vicky was thoughtful and Linda just sniggered like the horny trollop she was. Nicole smiled, "And how will you distributed the prize, dear, if the girls agree?"

Ian took his cue. "Three hundred each to the girls brave enough to enter - a fifteen hundred entry fund for splitting or for the taking if only one of you goes for it. Aside my dear exhibitionist wife, that is. Winner gets the rest."

Nicole winced at him, an ironic smile playing on her lips. She was handing out drinks right on time. A bit of dutch courage looked necessary for my Lucy and Annabelle, who had shrunk back like frightened kittens.

"Come on fellas, let's give the girls the opportunity to make their minds up. Face the couches in a row," Ian said, shuffling level with Tony to form the 'parade'. The rest of us made sure we kept Tony between that gigantic knob and our own modest endowments. Colin placed himself a strategical last in line.

Nicole led the way, saying, "Well, I'll be making the most of it...All those lovely Christmas cocks..." She paused at her husbands bloated phallus and gave it a few strokes. "Standing up to the test as usual, dear," she sniggered.

I glanced down – my own cock was reacting to her impending presence, tenting out my costume. She worked along, giving each of us a loving fondle. It was hard not to look Nicole right in the eye and get a fit of the giggles, though the sudden warm feeling of her hands on your cock and balls drew the breath from you.

Colin couldn't even make intelligible noises as Nicole cooed her appreciation. He just grunted when she held both his huge balls and whispered softly that she'd love to have them in her mouth. We laughed – she was trying to make him come. If she hadn't stopped the poor lad would have gone cross-eyed.

Nicole finished her 'inspection', thanked us and sat opposite on the couches, eyes at ball-level and demurely tucking her toga between her legs, clasping her hands together to watch proceedings like a supervisory schoolteacher. "Well?" she asked the girls. Who wants some dick and some cash?

It came as absolutely no surprise that Linda jumped at the opportunity first. She cruised along us in her sexy French maid get-up giving each of our cocks languid strokes designed to generate maximum sensation. She brought her face close to mine, blew on my cheek and let the fingers of one hand tickle softly under my ball sack as her other hand ran up and down my shaft. Lucy watched on dumbstruck. I though she might fly into a fit of fury but that bottom lip was being chewed numb again and I noted her glass was empty – she was tanked-up and definitely getting further horned-up. I used the thought of whether or not she would go through with it to take my mind off Linda's teasing.

Linda did the same to Colin, tweaking his agony to greater heights. Then she sat down on the couch next to Nicole, crossing her sexy legs over and looking down at her exposed nipples in full knowledge we were all watching.

Then she said, "Come on girls, it's great sitting here with these big cocks on display for us. Come on..."

Helene strode forward, beaming that white laser smile and running a slender hand through her short blonde bob. She had not covered up her tits again from the previous contest, so she moved along the line rubbing them into each of us. She even crouched slightly and moved Ian's long pole between them. He laughed and moaned his enjoyment. She used his knob-head to flick her nipples and then moved along to Tony, that smile making our groins twitch. She employed a different trick on me: she was tall, so she firstly rubbed her titties into my fake armour then raised herself on tip-toes and pulled me by the dick towards her. She raised the hem of her flapper dress and let my cock slip right between her thighs at her crotch level. I had the incredible sensation of sliding along her bald, wet pussy lips. She grabbed my ass with both hands and gave a few comedy jerks back and forth. The assembled partygoers laughed, but I could feel Helene's aroused breath against my neck as well as the wetness at her centre. She was further gone than outwardly visible.

Then she pulled away, leaving my shaft and cockhead sticking out from my costume, shiny with her juices. I heard Tony exclaim his admiration, and her hubby Peter say, "Wow, that's my girl," with a bit of reservation, as if he couldn't make up his mind about exactly how much he liked this behaviour.

Colin almost begged Helene not to do that to him, as he might not be able to control himself. He cast Annabelle a beseeching glance. To my surprise, she returned it with a smile and said in a low titter of a laugh, "Oh, Colin, are you going to come on Helene's boobies?"

Helene asked Nicole in fun, "Is there a bonus for making the boys shoot?"

Nicole answered, "I think that's an idea for another round!"

Colin looked terrified. Helene licked her lips and for a moment I thought she was about to blow him, but mercifully gave the end of his twitching knob a little flick with her fingers and took a seat next to Linda and Nicole, though she still kept her firm tits on display. As she sat, she adjusted her dress, giving us horndogs a view right up it at her bald quim. It winked at us, shining with dampness in the gloom, blinking bright pink along her swollen slit.

I wanted to jerk off there and then, but resisted the temptation, eager to see what was to come from these drunken revellers.

Three girls in for fun, three to make their minds up. Without much further prompting, Vicky raised a hand and declared herself in. She put on her heels and followed Helene's teasing routine. With her sexy nun dress and habit covering her long dark mane, she took Ian's big dick and rubbed its head against her exposed full bush between her stocking and suspendered thighs. He loved it. Without letting go of Ian's cock, Vicky took hold of Tony's and 'pulled' herself along our line. She worked her way along, never being without a handful of cock in each hand, and always caressing one against her luxuriant pubic growth. I found out when it was my turn that she had a high nub of a clit hidden in there at the top of her slit and that's what we were all being rubbed against,. Here deep-blue hooded eyes were testament to the thrill it was giving her. I twice felt her knees give slightly and my cock plunged forward a little, getting slathered with juices off her thick damp pussy hair. My heart thundered and my balls ached for release, but the release I got was only to be let go as Vicky moved on to the last in line, Colin.

Colin was luckier, or unliuckier, however you look at it. Already well on edge, Vicky's manipulations only had him in agonies. So aroused was she herself that she took it too far with her clit-rubbing. She groaned, moaned that Colin might make her cum if she didn't stop. That was too much information for him. She still held his cock in her hand and he hissed through gritted teeth, "Fuck, I'm coming!..."

The girls howled delight. Annabelle yelped a shocked, "Colin!"

Vicky crouched and showed him no mercy. Her free hand very deliberately delved into her hairy pussy, her eyes locked on his for maximum effect. Her hand flew up and down Colin's shaft in a blur and he spasmed, shooting wads of cum at her. Vicky's black nun costume was splattered white all down the front.

Colin sagged as she finished him off. Vicky jumped up cheering along with the women and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Then she carefully slipped the spunk-laden costume over her head and sat down topless on the second couch, forming a charming row of four hot babes with the other three girls on the first settee. Her lovely full titties pointed those rigid long nipples at us guys like little missiles. She crossed her legs as well, seemingly finding some inhibitions in facing five naked males, four of whom still had loaded guns aimed at her. But she nestled a hand in her crotch to deny us sight of that big bush, or more, I suspected, to give herself a little stimulus when required.