Positive Reinforcement - Part 3

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

To say that Lois is sexually satisfied would be an understatement. Between her husband, her best friend, and Chip she can pretty much get it whenever, however, and wherever she wants.

Missionary in the bedroom? It's boring, but her hubby has that base covered. Sunning herself in the backyard...and needing a nimble tongue between her legs? Irma is just a phone call away. Bent over the arm of the living room couch and jackhammered from behind until she forgot her own name? Chip is always willing and eager.

With the holidays, however, it’s not so simple. The kids are home from school and constantly underfoot. Hi’s work schedule is pretty intermittent, what with sales at Foofram Industries being all but nonexistent during the winter months…he could be home at any hour of the day. Likewise, with Thirsty’s irregular hours…he and Hi almost always carpool to work together…Irma will likely be waiting on him hand and foot until well into the new year.

Likewise, with Chip…Lois normally only needs to pull a task out of the ‘job jar’ and set him to it, giving him his ‘reward’ shortly thereafter. But with all of winter’s goings on, she has a bit of a backlog in the recompense department. Shoveling snow off the driveway and sidewalks should have merited a handy. Getting the Christmas tree and decorations out of the attic…throating his candy cane would have been in order. Not freezing to death or falling off a ladder while hanging Christmas lights from the eves…the young man should have been deserving of a knock at her back door.

Lois hasn't had the time, let alone the privacy, to pay the young man for all of his hard work.

Other than going in arrears, Lois is nearly at wit's end on Christmas Eve…what with screaming children, the usual holiday stress, and her husband's parents flying in for Christmas to see the grandkids. At this rate, she might not get laid until sometime in January.

Seeing an opportunity to get a little respite, though only a brief one, Lois throws her feminine wiles at her husband in hopes of getting a little break.  Sitting in his easy chair, Hi reads the newspaper, killing time until he has to go to the airport and pick up his parents. Lois leans over the back of the chair, her mouth nearly touching his ear as she runs a set of manicured fingernails down his abs.

Lois: What time is your folks' flight coming in?

Hi: Not til’ eight o’clock. Why?

Lois: Oh, no reason. I thought maybe you could take the kids with you. Maybe take ‘em to go look at Christmas lights around the neighborhood before you head to the airport?  Lemme relax for a few...have a coupla sips of wine. Maybe we could, you know, get on the naughty list before Santa comes tonight.

Hi takes the bait...hook, line, and sinker.

On the living room couch, semi-reading an article in a hot rod magazine…and completely ignoring a young Macaulay Culkin on the television, yelling as he slaps his hands against his cheeks…Chip listens in, acting as if he’s oblivious to Hi and Lois’s conversation. Her true intentions, however, are revealed with a subtle bite of her lower lip as she glances in his direction.

Hi: (to the younger children) Ok, kids, grab your coats. We’re gonna go look at Christmas lights and then pick up Grandma and Grandpa. (to Chip) You goin’ with, son?

Chip: (muttering under his breath) I'd rather gargle Drano.

Hi: I didn’t catch that. What was that, son?

Chip: No thanks, pop. I’m good. Catch you next time maybe.

The kids pile into the family station wagon, Lois watching out the front window as Hi gives her a wave goodbye. Lois, in turn, gives them an enthusiastic-looking wave as they back down the driveway...finally sighing, her entire body slumping in relaxation when they disappear down the street.

Her tranquility is short-lived…Lois smiles to herself as she feels a pair of hands at the hem of her sweater. A cursory turn of her head yields the young man in her peripheral vision, au naturel, his erect manhood coming to rest against her posterior.

Lois lets Chip do everything… Her ugly Christmas sweater pulled up and over her head, the clasp of her bra coming undone. A hand at either hip, her yoga pants and underwear slip to her ankles. A pry and a kick of her slip-on walking shoes and Lois finds herself nude, standing in front of the huge bay window for any passersby to see.

Chip doesn’t say anything…he doesn’t have to…the pair having been pent up for what seems like forever. The young man’s hands at her hip and shoulder, Lois lets out a little self-serving grin, knowing exactly what he wants. Bending at the waist while arching her back, Chip wastes little time, the head of enormity pressing against her baby smooth labia.

With a hand at either hip, he pushes into her. In unison, she and Chip let out a wavering groan of relief, as if to say "Finally!" All the way to the hilt, Chip rotates his hips to get his entirety inside her. Lois, eyes fluttering as his girth pushes its way inside, her entire body suddenly shuddering when his mass contacts her cervix.  She grabs hold of the entryway table beneath the window, steadying herself…she knows exactly what is coming next.

A full retreat, head and all, Chip pauses for a few seconds, then drives into the homemaker. He’s relentless, bordering on aggressive, the sound of his hips smacking against her thighs echoing through the house. Holding on for dear life, all of her rounded bits shuttering and jiggling, breasts pendulum in circles beneath her. As the table bangs against the window sill, Lois can’t help but let out a bark of a laugh, all manner of holiday knickknacks clattering onto the floor.

Lois: H’OOHHMYGAWD Y-YESSSSS!! F-F-FUHHK MY PUH-PUSSSY, BABY!!

Switching between relentless speed-pounding and long, slow strokes, it doesn’t take long for Lois to be right at the cusp of an orgasm, her inner muscles clamping around the monster inside her. Practically laying on the table now, a hand pressed against the cold window glass, she can feel Chip's girth protruding inside her...the bulge in her belly rolling against the wooden surface.

Toes clinching, their knuckles dragging across the carpet, Lois lets out a long wavering hiss of an exhale, Chip shifting back into high gear.

Lois: PLUH-PLEEEASE MAKE MEEE COME, BABY!

Chip grits his teeth, grunting as he picks up the pace. A little extra friction is all it takes, Lois repeatedly slapping her palm against the glass, a near-crying whimper coming from her as she climaxes. Chip slows, more deliberate now, thrusting his entire length into her. A little roll of her hips...just the right amount of pressure in just the right place...and Chip explodes inside her.

He doesn't stop...thrusting and thrusting. So much come already inside her, he can't possibly have anymore. Chip abruptly reaches out, grabbing two fistfuls of blonde hair, yanks Lois's head back, and jams himself deep inside her. Again, another wave of spasms, he quivers and shakes, endlessly pulsing jet after jet of come into Lois’s womb.

Now fully lying atop the table, her eyes going in and out of focus, Lois can feel Chip’s monster begin to relax inside her, his pearlescent ooze drooling out of her.   It's everywhere...splattered across her ass, running down her inner thighs and the backs of her calves, even between her toes.

Just as she’s about to turn to the now-empty young man and suggest a shower before everyone gets home, something moving outside catches her eye. Out in the darkness, Irma, checking her mailbox for any last-minute greeting cards, smiles and waves at the nude and positively glowing-looking woman in the window. Lois gives her a quizzical smile as if to ask “Were you watching the entire time?”… finally waving to her girlfriend in return.

Irma: Looks like Santa came a little early this year.

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Original Sketch by Rage Grenade

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