This New Year was my first with M, and by extension, his family. There are some fairly nice fringe benefits that go along with his family. Case in point: his dad’s New Year’s Eve bash. The night began as a nice, laid-back, Italian-themed barbecue(!) at a farmhouse west of town. There were fire pits and chimineas spread out in the yard to fight off the cold. However, Tonia was stirring up the heat all on her own.

With long, white hair, tan skin, and a body resembling that of a woman thirty years her junior, Tonia was something to behold. Her work out on their ranch had clearly kept her in shape. She joined us as we gathered around the fire with a few other party guests, and quickly became the center of attention.

M and I were pretty shitfaced. His uncle had taken great pleasure in refilling my dixie cup with various wines and frozen drinks. He pointed out to us with a big thumbs up that I had just finished off a bottle of something. I’m really not sure what it was. I am not generally a drinker, and everyone got quite a kick out of my inebriation. This includes Tonia, who failed to realize that she was far worse off than I. It was at this point that her edit switch broke. Her speech gradually transformed into a series of run-on sentences:

“I hear you just moved back from New York I am originally from Long Island what were you doing in New York you’re an actress aren’t you you look like you should be an actress do you know who you look like who’s that girl with the eyes?

“Christina Ricci?”

“Yeah that’s it you look like that actress.”

“M is so handsome you two are such a gorgeous couple I love his black hair and dark eyes you are both so exotic when I went to dinner with him and his parents I had just started seeing Ronnie and I kept thinking to myself wow he is so hot it’s a shame that a guy like him is single I wanted to scoop him up I have a thing for younger guys.”

“I like younger girls too I set up a threesome with a 21 year old that I know from the internet for Ronnie a few months ago but he went to Hungary to meet this mail-order bride.”

It’s worth noting that Tonia is a friend of M’s parents’, we were at M’s parents’ house, and that his stepmother was sitting directly next to her during the entire “conversation.” At one point Tonia lifted her dress, spread her legs wide open, and proclaimed to everyone that she was taking us home with her. For her part, his stepmother thought it was hilarious.

While she talked, M & I held hands. I had my hand in his lap, and I could feel his cock jump occasionally. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “If we go home with her I’m going to fuck her silly. I will absolutely wreck her. She won’t know what to do with us.”

We struggled, but we held our composure, and continued talking for a while longer, laughing to each other every time she looked over at us and grabbed her breasts with their nipples peeking through the dress or licked her wine-stained lips. But even though we laughed, we were both so aroused by her advances that we couldn’t wait to be alone. The way she looked at him, with that god-I-want-him-to-fuck-me look in her eye sent the gears in my dirty little mind turning. All I could think about was seeing what else was beneath that white dress, watching her undress M, and holding that long white hair of hers back so I could watch her take his cock in her mouth…