Subject: A Christmas Family This is a story about sex between a 20 year old girl and 3 older women. If this is likely to offend you or you are too young to legally read this where you are then read no further. Copyright remains with the author so please do not re-post without the author’s permission. Contact [email protected] A Christmas Family — by Suzie XX It was to be a Christmas Day I wouldn’t forget as long as I live. And I thought at the start of the day it would be the worst ever. For a start I had to work an 8 hour shift. I’m 20 years old, by the way and I’m in the second year as a trainee nurse. As a junior nurse of course you always get the shifts no-one else wants and my Christmas didn’t really exist this year with shifts all over the so-called festive season. So at eight o’clock Christmas morning, when others are beginning to stir and watch kids opening their presents and looking forward to the roast turkey dinner, I was starting the morning ritual of emptying bed pans, changing and making beds and taking round the patients’ breakfasts in the surgical ward. An hour later, though, the shift was about to take a new direction. One of the top surgeons, Mr Douglas-Harper came hurrying through the ward. This was unexpected as there was no scheduled surgery for a few days and I was sure it had to be very serious to get him in on this day. I kept glancing up as he held an animated discussion with the ward Sister and she shrugged her shoulders and once she seemed to be pointing to me. My immediate thought was that I was in trouble, and as he strode over to me looking quite serious it really gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Leave that and come with me please,” he said in a tone that indicated this wasn’t open to discussion, and I left the bed half-made and followed him as he strode on forcefully. I glanced round at Sister but she waved me on. Once again I had that feeling you get when you are sent to the headmaster’s room at school. “Sir? What’s going on? Where are we going?” He didn’t answer which didn’t improve my stomach and I followed him as we went down a flight of stairs but in the main corridor he spoke. “Ever helped in theatre, nurse?” he asked without turning round. “Um..no. Sorry,” I replied, trying to keep up with his pace. “No worries, you’ll soon pick it up. Bit short of theatre staff I’m afraid and there’s a pretty bad RTA victim that will need a lot of patching up by the sound of it, so we’re likely to have your charming company all day! Not what I had planned either believe me!” We turned off the main corridor following the sign saying Operating Theatres A to D and almost immediately swept left through double swing doors into Theatre A. “What’s your name?” he asked, throwing his jacket onto a chair in the scrub room and unbuttoning his shirt. “Student Nurse Turner, sir” I answered. “No, your first name, we don’t stand on ceremony in here. I’m Harry by the way.” Harry? I’d never heard anyone address him as anything but Mr Douglas-Harper and I could imagine Sister’s face if she heard me call him Harry! “Jackie, sir.” It was a little disconcerting when he threw his shirt and tie onto his jacket and started unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, kicking off his shoes as he went. “Good, well welcome to theatre Jackie and none of that `sir’ stuff in here either. We all have to work as a close team so it’s first names only, OK? And mine’s Harry! Get your hands scrubbed now and get ready to help me with the gown and gloves when I’m scrubbed. “Yes si.. Harry I mean.” He was now in just his button-fronted black boxers and held out a hand for a pair of disposable blues trousers. He pulled these on then stood at the big sinks scrubbing his hands well in the disinfectant soap gel. He had an extremely hairy, slightly greying chest and hairy legs too, and a dark beard shadow on his face so I guessed he was quite hairy beneath his underpants too. Just then the door opened again and the familiar face of Sandra Gunnall came in. She was the senior registrar under Harry and the patient was certainly getting the first team of surgeons. She, too, started stripping off with no regard to other people in the changing room. She was a strikingly attractive woman of about 35, with mousey coloured hair and pretty blue eyes like a doll. Full red lips, and that was without any makeup. She was rumoured to be soon made a consultant too, the youngest female consultant ever known in the hospital. A real high-flyer and I was totally in awe of her. Harry held out his arms to slip the gown on and held them in the air while I fastened the ties at his back. I tied a mask over his nose and mouth, then rolled a pair of long latex gloves and slipped them on his hands. “Good, lets get started as soon as possible; the patient should be here any moment.” Sandra said she would be right there as she pulled on a pair of blues over her pink panties and stood scrubbing her hands in a rather sexy pink bra. As she dried her hands she seemed to notice me for the first time. “Hi Jackie, first time in here?” I nodded and she continued “Don’t worry all you have to do is be a gofer. Mop our brows if we sweat under the lights and bring us water to drink now and then. Oh, and keep the drips primed with bloods and saline. Oh and if it goes on a bit you may have to take us to the loo so we don’t have to scrub up again. Apart from that just do anything we ask. Call me Sandra in here please. The boss likes first names only.” “Yes I’m to call him Harry, that’s so weird.” “I can imagine. Outside here it’s Doctor Gunnall again OK?” When she was gowned, masked and gloved, I put on blues myself and followed her into the theatre area where a theatre nurse was already checking the instruments and the distinctive bald head of the man checking the equipment told me it was Gerald Ainsworth, an anaesthetist. He was always on the ward chatting to patients and I knew him well. He smiled and nodded to me in recognition but carried on. The doors banged open and the patient was wheeled in on a trolley and was hoisted over onto the op table by the porters. He looked in a really bad way with what looked like crush injuries all over him. The nurse pulled off the gown he had just laying over him, slinging it in my direction, leaving him naked, but as he was unconscious I’m sure he didn’t care. There didn’t seem anything for me to do immediately so I went back to the changing room and hung the surgeons’ clothes onto coat-hangers. The door opened again and a cool-box full of cross-matched bloods was delivered and I took some in to theatre where the nurse set them up on a drip. Gerald had fixed a mask on the patient and an injection was sending him to a deep sleep. Hardly waiting for it to take effect, Harry started making a long incision from his chest to the lower abdomen. There was obviously massive bleedings inside him and they were all working feverishly on him for hours. Every now and bursa escort bayan then they would say Jackie — more bloods! Or Jackie, mop my brow or Jackie water etc and I was kept quite busy. After about 3 hours Sandra said she needed a pee and called for Jackie, naturally. In the changing area was a stainless steel toilet bowl but with no seat or lid. Sandra held her blood-covered gloved hands well clear and said “Come on hurry up get my pants down.” I suddenly realised that I was expected to do everything for her as she kept her sterile hands well away. I undid the bow tying up her blues and pulled the trousers down, followed by the pink panties. She squatted and released a huge stream of urine. When she was done I pulled off a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped her. She had a thick gingery bush which extended right underneath so I made sure it was all dry, wiping her pussy lips from front to back, before getting her dressed again and she went back to the operation. No sooner had I flushed the toilet when the theatre nurse came out saying “Sorry, another one for the trough!” She had plain white knickers under the blues and when I pulled them to her knees I saw she was completely shaved. She also had a giveaway string hanging down from her pudenda and she pulled a face and said “would you mind?” I grimaced back and she laughed and said “Sorry, but it must need changing.” It was odd pulling a tampon from another girl and she squatted a little as it slowly eased out. I dropped the very full tampon into the water when it popped out. “There’s some in my bag, would you mind?” she asked and I realised it was going to be worse putting a new one in. She peed while I found one in the pocket of her handbag, and after I wiped her she raised a knee and somehow I managed to get the angle right with the applicator. “Does that feel comfortable?” I asked “Perfect, now get my knickers up so I can get back to the fray. Thanks by the way Jackie, I know that’s not very nice for you.” I flushed again and washed my hands for the millionth time it seemed and did a round of water to everyone, holding the plastic cups while they drank. It was another hour before Harry had to take a pee break and this was what I’d been dreading. I pulled the blues down while he stood in front of the bowl with his arms raised. Rather than fiddle with the buttons on his boxers I pulled them down. “You’ll have to hold it” he said “It won’t bite!” I gingerly put two fingers underneath it with my thumb on top and he started the flow. I tried to guide the flow against the side but I managed to get some on the floor. When it was finished I squeezed up the shaft and over the foreskin and shook it and a few bits more came out. But as I pulled up the boxers another few drips came out into them but he said not to worry. The end of my shift came and went and still the operation dragged on. I looked at my watch. My parents would be over my uncle’s by now, getting stuck into the whisky and gin and by the time I got home it wouldn’t be worth trying to catch them up. It was a full 9 hours after starting the operation before I heard them say the magic words, close him up! Finally the surgeons and the others all came out and started to get dressed completely ignoring those who were taking turns having a pee. They all looked very tired and to be honest I did too. Harry told everyone individually they had done a fantastic job, and to my surprise he thanked me too for standing in and doing a wonderful job. The guys rushed off to rejoin the celebrations and soon there was just Sandra and me. She asked what I was doing now and I told her just going home to relax by myself. “You mean go home to an empty house?” “Well my parents will be back later on, but I’m tired anyway.” “No, look, come back with me for a while. There’s only my friend and my mum but they’re a laugh. Have a bit of dinner and a drink then go home later.” “Are you sure? You don’t even know me really.” “Sure I do, you don’t think I’d let a stranger touch my pussy do you?” She laughed loudly and I joined in. “Oh OK then, I am a bit hungry. Thanks very much Sandra.” We caught a taxi outside for the short journey to her house. Sandra let us in with a key and in the lounge another woman, about the same age as her, jumped up and ran over to her. “Oh Sandy you look done in.” The two kissed on the lips and I began to get the picture. The other woman, Jean, caught sight of me out the corner of her eye as they kissed. “Hey who’s this you’ve brought home with you. “Oh yes let me introduce you,” said Sandra, “this is Jackie Turner, who’s been standing in as a scrub nurse today. Jackie this is Jean, my friend, and over there is my mum.” Jean said “Hey pleased to meet you Jackie,” and she came over and kissed me full on the lips, which took me by surprise a little, but she was obviously a passionate woman! Sandra’s mum had got up and walked over to us. “Oh you poor things, you must be exhausted. Come on in, dinner’s ready and I’m sure you are ready for something.” She hugged Sandra and kissed her on the lips too and I began to think this must be a very friendly house! It got even weirder when she came to me and planted a very full kiss on my lips and squeezed me to her. Nevertheless it was nice to be made so welcome. They must have been waiting patiently for their dinner until Sandra got home as it was served almost straight away and the wine flowed like water. It was unusual for me to be at an all-female function. At home there was always my father and brother that gave it a sexually balanced feel to festive occasions like Christmas. Jean and Sandra were obviously very close and sat next to each other and touched each other all the time, brushing hands against hand and so on. And there also seemed to be a good closeness with Sandra’s mother. Both Jean and Sandra called her `mum’ and because they hadn’t offered any other name I fell in to the practice of calling her that too. It seemed strangely natural. Although in her fifties she was certainly not looking it. She had the same mousy coloured hair as Sandra and whether it was natural or well managed there was no grey to be seen, but didn’t look dyed. Her eyes were bright and the same blue as her daughter and seeing them together they were remarkably alike, with mum just a little older. After the meal `mum’ insisted that all the dishes just be piled in the kitchen and they would take care of them later. I found out later that a maid service took care of that side of things. We were ushered back into the lounge feeling very warm and sated with the food and wine. There were wrapped presents under the Christmas tree and they each gave out their presents to each other. Each present was received with a big thank you kiss, on the lips of course, and I began to relax with the notion of women kissing other women like that. Maybe our household were the ones that were too inhibited. Naturally I didn’t have nilüfer escort presents but mum found a present in the branches of the tree that was there for unexpected visitors it seemed. She gave it to me, to my surprise, and I unwrapped a box of chocolates. She stood there smiling and I knew she was waiting for a thank you kiss and it would have been churlish of me not to oblige. So I stood up and thanked her and kissed her on the lips. She put her hand on the back of my head and I ended up in a much longer kiss than I had intended. I could feel her tongue pushing against my lips as I kissed and I was grateful when it ended. The other two women laughed and clapped the kiss. The three women were showing off their presents and thanking each other. I said “I’m sorry I didn’t bring any presents but I had no idea I was coming but thank you all for welcoming me into your family at Christmas.” “Well thank you Jackie for gracing us with your presence, it’s been lovely having a pretty young girl here this year. Actually coming to think of it I’m sure the girls would love one thing that you could give if you are serious. You’ve probably noticed how we like to kiss each other here and a nice kiss each would be the best present you could give.” “Oh yes” said both Jean and Sandra together like a stage double act “that would be lovely.” I seem to have walked right into that one but I blushed heavily and said “Yes I have seen you all like to kiss but I’m not experienced with kissing girls.” (That wasn’t quite true as I did practice kissing with a girl at school and got turned on by it but that was just experimenting with how we would kiss boys!) “But you’ve kissed boyfriends?” asked Jean. “Yes of course.” “Well it’s exactly the same with a girl, but nicer I think, girls are much softer and don’t have the prickly whiskers! Oh, do give us that lovely present.” To be truthful I had been enjoying the kisses in this house for some reasons, so I made up my mind without too much difficulty. “OK, I’ll do it, you have been very kind and it’s not much to ask.” I got up and went to Jean first. She patted her lap, so I sat down on her and she brought her face near to mine and I began kissing her. Just pressing our lips together to start with but she opened her lips and put her tongue between my lips and she let her tongue dance against mine and soon it developed into quite a passionate kiss lasting about a minute. I stood up feeling quite light-headed which had as much to do with the copious amount of wine as the kiss. I could feel a surge of wetness in my knickers and hoped I didn’t smell too much. Sandra said “Mmmm that looked tasty. Do I get one too?” I smiled and sat down on her lap too and soon we were enveloped in an equally passionate kiss that seemed to go on for a long time. The wetness in my loins increased and I was feeling definitely slippery when the kiss finished. “Thanks, Jackie, that was a lovely kiss. Merry Christmas.” I stood up again and felt quite definitely turned on as I headed back to my chair. “Hey what about mum? Don’t I get a kiss too?” The older women had a feigned hurt expression, and I smiled and walked over to her armchair. The other two clapped and settled down to a kiss between themselves. Mum’s armchair was lower and with the wine I practically fell onto her lap, laying back in her arms. I stammered “I’m s-so sorry, mum; I hope I didn’t hurt you.” “No, a mum gets used to people jumping onto their laps.” I was meant to be giving her a kiss, but laying in the position I was I was perfectly placed for her to kiss me and she wasted no time. If the kiss with the others had been sexy this one was doubly so. Our faces seemed to merge into one as the kiss got really deep. No kiss with a boy had ever been like this and I was feeling very passionate by this time. She gradually laid me back even further in her arms until my head was on the arm of the chair and she was leaning over me. I felt her hand on my breast but it felt so natural I let her fondle my boob. When we finished the kiss I went to get up but she whispered “Oh please stay there a while, it feels so good to have a young girl in my arms.” So I stayed there as we chatted happily with the others. It was weird but felt very warm and natural like I was in my own mother’s arms when I was little. Jean and Sandra were getting ever more passionate with each other and Jean undid Sandra’s top and sat stroking inside the pretty pink bra I had seen earlier. Sandra was telling her how nicely I had wiped her pussy after she had peed and Jean put on a mock hurt expression and said to me “So you have been playing with my girlfriend’s pussy eh? I am jealous!” We all laughed and Sandra got up and asked everyone what they wanted to drink. I asked if there was any of the delicious white wine left that we had been drinking with the dinner, and she brought me a huge glass of it. As we talked her mum was running her hand over me, first my knees and then letting her hand wander up and down my thighs, letting them slide under my skirt. Then she would have some of her drink and then let her hands play over my tummy and up over my boobs. Sandra and Jean seemed to not think there was anything strange in this, although in truth they were also touching each other freely. My face was feeling flushed with all the drink I’d had and I went along with the sexually charged mood and cupped her rather large breasts and started squeezing them. “Ahh that’s nice,” she said. “Does my little girl want a feed?” I laughed and looked across at the other two, and they were snuggled up with each other, making out very sensually so I looked up at mum and in a little girl voice I said “Oh yes please mummy,” playing along with the fantasy. She pulled off her cotton top and unfastened her large bra at the front and her breasts swung free. She fed her left nipple in my mouth and I sucked away quite happily on it, pretending I was a young girl. To my huge surprise I really got the taste of milk and as I suckled on her it began squirting quite freely. I looked at her and she said “Don’t worry; my girls normally do this for me. I just never let it stop after Sandra was born and she was more than happy to suckle me as she grew up. After a while she had me turn round and lay on her other arm and she fed me her other nipple. My stomach felt really full with the milk, and on top of the meal and the wine and my bladder was telling me to find a toilet. Jean and Sandra said they would show me where it was as mum put her slightly smaller breasts back into the cups of her bra. “Thank you my baby girl”, said mum as I struggled out the comfortable armchair, “My breasts were feeling so full I’m glad you could help.” “My pleasure, and I mean that, but it’s me that’s full now” I replied, patting my tummy. We went upstairs and they showed me into the large bathroom. Strangely I wasn’t at all surprised when they both followed me in. I türbanlı escort reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and pulled up my skirt to sit on the toilet seat. Sandra knelt down in front of me, tore off a few sheets of tissue and dabbed at the large wet patch in the crotch of my panties. “I can see you are enjoying your evening Jackie. I do hope you will be discrete about my family’s little … um … eccentricities when you are at work.” “Of course, don’t worry. I wont say a word. And yes I am enjoying this all, much more than I should I think.” “I thought you would my sweet.” As my flow of pee slowed she gathered some more paper and said “Well let me take you for a change.” With that she wiped me as I had done to her earlier. “You know, I think you and me could do with a shower after that long shift, I probably smell as delightful as you do, NOT!” I had to agree the smell of my pussy wasn’t too great with the sweat, dried pee and secretions all mingling! Jean fetched us two clean bath-towels and Sandra and I got in the shower together. We soaped each other’s bodies and washed each other carefully, paying special attention to the other’s pussy. By now I was so turned on by this all I was hoping there would be more sexy fun to come. We turned off the shower but stood there kissing and pressing our bodies together. After a few minutes Jean opened the shower doors and asked if we were getting out today or drip-drying. We stepped out into the bath towels Jean held out although it was true we were almost dry by then. Our clothes were scattered about the floor but Jean said “Don’t worry about clothes for a while; you won’t need any for now.” She led us into the bedroom next door and sat me down on the end of a double bed and Sandra next to me. She took our almost dry towels and spread them on the bed and then got undressed herself and sat the other side of me. Like Sandra she had a full bush of pubic hair, but hers were dark compared to Sandra’s light gingery patch. Mine had been trimmed into a landing strip so I looked quite bare in comparison. Jean kissed my lips, opening me to her invading tongue and she pushed me back gently onto the bed. Sandra, meanwhile, was taking my right nipple into her mouth while fondling my left boob. Coming up for air I said “Shouldn’t I go down and keep your mum company; it’s not fair to leave her alone.” “Oh don’t worry,” replied Sandra, “She will be joining us very soon. You rather like her don’t you?” “Yes, actually I think she’s great, very sexy, and wow that milk!” “Well I know she’s very struck on you too and she’s preparing a Christmas surprise for you right now!” Jean’s hand had moved down to my groin and was now dipping into my crevice. Instinctively I opened my legs a little and her hand continued moving down my vulva, finally dipping two fingers into my wet pussy. “No, she isn’t, Sandy.” Jean said and Sandra nodded. “What does she mean I’m not? Not what?” “Oh sorry, she meant you’re not a virgin. Mum wanted to know.” “Why…” But before I could ask any more the door opened and mum stood there naked apart from a huge strap-on dildo. “Um I think I know the answer to that question! Mum, I think that may be a bit big if that thing is heading where I think!” She was squeezing some clear gel from a tube all over the oversized dick. “Oh, I think you’ll be surprised what can fit in there. You will enjoy this believe me.” The younger women took one of my arms each and pulled me further up the bed and mum knelt up between my legs and then lay on top of me like a man would in the missionary position. She supported herself on her elbows but her boobs squashed down on mine as Jean guided the imitation dick to my wet pussy entrance. It’s true I was not a virgin but hadn’t really had many men inside me, and certainly none who were hung anything like this. When she was comfortable, mum kissed me hard on the lips, inserting her tongue in and out while I sucked on it and then she started to slide the dick into me, just an inch to start with, and then two on the next stroke. It felt enormous, shit it WAS enormous, but my organ expanded under the pressure and the bulbous head slid in further and further until it was in almost to my cervix. Each thrust from her scraped the dick over my enlarged clitoris and thankfully Jean was bringing additional lubrication from my pussy to the swollen bud. There was no way I could last long under this stimulation and I could feel my orgasm building fast. “I’m gonna cum,” I cried out “Yes let it go baby,” said mum, “Let it all cum for mummy!” And boy did it cum! I was shrieking out with every stroke as the orgasm tore through me and both Jean and Sandra were squeezing my tits really hard from each side of me. I felt mum withdraw the cock from my pulsing cunt and she moved down me and brought her mouth to my genitals licking me through the aftershocks as I slowly came down. I lay there completely out of it for a few minutes and the girls pounced on mum, laying her by my side and Sandra unfastened the harness while Jean climbed over mum and brought her pussy down onto her face, letting mum carry on the tongue licking on her clit now. Sandra pulled mums legs in the air and went down on her pussy with her mouth. Now recovering, I leaned over mum’s body and brought the nearest nipple to my mouth while massaging her boobs. The warm liquid was spraying into my mouth again and I drank from the large bosom, quenching my thirst again. Under the multiple stimulation mum was bucking her way through a few intense orgasms before she too lay still, breathing heavily. Jean still hadn’t reached her peak and I pushed her off mum and leaning across mum’s boobs I buried my face in Jeans hairy pussy, separating her hairy lips with my fingers to access the treasures inside. Her clit was an amazing size, sticking away from the hood like a little cock. I sucked and licked at it as hard as I could and worried at it like a dog with a slipper and with Sandra now sucking at Jeans nipples she suddenly gushed a spurt of juice into my face and then another as her orgasm hit hard. She screamed with the force of it and lay there with her legs across mum panting for breath. Sandra was laying face down with her head on Jean’s breasts still, masturbating her own clit really fast from underneath. I pulled her bottom into the air and pushed her hands away and pushed 3 fingers deep into her and used my thumb to rub her clit. Mum had recovered enough to pull Sandra’s head to her other breast from the one I had fed off and soon Sandra was drinking the mothers milk while I finger-fucked her to her climax. We all lay there cuddling in a heap until we heard the grandfather clock in the hall starting to chime midnight. I lay there and thought hey this hasn’t been such a bad Christmas Day after all. I knew I had to think about going home as my next shift was only eight hours away again. I untangled myself from the others and stood there looking at their naked bodies sprawled asleep on the bed and I knew I would be back for more. THE END As always I would love to receive your comments, good or bad, so please write to me at [email protected] I always send a reply.