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Christmas Ass

By: Theusual69



I had only been home from college for a few days when my parents were having their annual Christmas party for family and friends, and I thought that I'd be a good son and make an appearance. These things are usually pretty dull with the same old people asking the same questions. It amazes me how people can be so infatuated with the boring details of my life! Anyhow...that's just a side note. 

I was making my first round of the snack table when an interesting sight wandered into the room. The first thing that I saw was a beautiful mane of curly red hair, and when she turned to me, I immediately knew who it was. It was Sarah, one of my parent's friend's little girl, but this little girl was all grown up! At first I didn't recognize her because it must have been 5 or 6 years since I've seen her last, and she was definitely more filled out since then! Her hair was long and well kept, unlike the ratty pigtails that I remembered. Her breasts had filled out quite a bit as well, and if my guy instinct was correct, they were a large C or possibly D. She was dressed festively with a nice (and tight!) red sweater on with a cute red and black plaid skirt, topped off with black stockings. 

I have no idea how long that I stared at her when she walked in the room, but she caught me checking her out and gave me a little wink. 

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. "Stupid guy reflexes!" 

After recovering from my stupidity, I filled up my plate with some goodies from the buffet and got an imported beer from the fridge. That's the one nice thing about going to parties like this: the food and beer was always good! Anyhow, I slipped through the crowds in hopes of finding a seat in the living room, and who did I find but Sarah on a partially empty couch. I wandered into the living room and looked kind of pathetic, hoping that she would take pity on me and offer me a seat. She fell for that hook, line and sinker! 

"Nick...why don't you sit over here?" she said. "I've been fighting people off to save you a seat." 

"You didn't have to go to all that trouble," I lied. 

"Of course I did!" she said enthusiastically. "I haven't talked to you in years, and I thought that we could catch up on each other." 

She and I spent the next 45 minutes to an hour talking about what we've been up to and whatnot. Oddly enough, I really don't remember us being great old friends, but she was the only hot chick in a party of old people. Who cares if we were friends or not? As it came out of the conversation, she was a senior in high school and itching to try out the college life, and she prodded me for any story that I had from college. 

An hour later, we had both downed several beers each, and I could see that it had effected her quite a bit from her speech and body language. She leaned into me and told me that she has always had a crush on me since she was in junior high. I was absolutely floored! Here I have this beautiful 18 year old vixen telling me that she is hot for me in the middle of my parents Christmas party! 

"Do you wanna see my old room?" I hinted to her, hoping that it wouldn't be too obvious. 

"Of course, I would!" she giggled. 

With that, I jumped up and grabbed her hand, leading her upstairs before anybody could see us leave the party together. We wandered back to my bedroom which my parents had left untouched since I left for school earlier that year, and I turned on only a small lamp by my bed to set a somewhat romantic mood. In the dim light, she looked like a red haired sex goddess! My cock was beginning to really get primed up, and it was beginning to be uncomfortable. She sat down on my bed and looked around a bit at my room. 

"So this is the room of a college stud, huh?" she ask. 

"Well, I don't know if you could say 'stud', but yeah, this is my old room" 

"The bed is kinda small for any fun, don't ya think?" 

"I don't know about that," I laughed. "It’s seen some fun in its day!" 

"Oh yeah? Masturbation doesn't count!" she said. "I bet you couldn't even have sex in this bed if you wanted to!" 

"I think that sounds like a dare," I threw back at her. 

With that, she pushed me down onto the bed, and jumped on top of me, kissing me while she pinned me down to the mattress. My cock was trapped down the left leg of my pants, but I could feel the warmth of her pussy as she ground her crotch on me. If my dick had anything to say about it, we were gonna fuck this red headed vixen twelve ways from Sunday! 

"God, I've wanted you for so long. You were the big-shit senior while I was a freshmen, and I always wanted you!" she admitted. 

"Well, I can't turn that down," I responded. "I'm just gonna have to make up for lost time!" 

I ran my hands up her stocking covered leg and found that she was wearing thigh-highs which is a huge turn on for me. I moved my hands up a bit further but couldn't find any panties. Was this little slut running around my parents' house without any panties? God, that made my cock want to rip through my pants and hammer her ass into the wall. Unbuttoning my shirt, she kissed my neck and chest, and I started to move my hands up under her sweater to grope her pert breasts. They were pert and firm, but now that I had my hand on them, they had to be at least D's! I unsnapped her bra and slipped my hands back to her tits to feel them under the bra and started to play with her nipples until they were as hard as erasers. She started moaning and ground her bare crotch on my khaki covered cock with increased energy. 

All at once, she slid off of me and down to the edge of the bed which gave her access to my crotch, and she tore at my pants like a madwoman. Once she had them undone, she grabbed my pants and boxers and yanked them down to my knees before I could even get a chance to help. Right when they went down past mid-thigh, my cock finally sprang free and bounced off of her chin. She grabbed my shaft and started to lick the entire length of my cock as if it were ice cream that was running down the side of the ice cream cone. Once she got it wet from her saliva, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and worked her way deeper and deeper until she had all 7" down her throat. Obviously, she had done this before! She really turned it on then, fucking my cock with her throat until I felt that all too familiar feeling in my balls. 

"Oh baby...your mouth feels sooooo good on my cock," I shouted. "I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuum!" 

She didn't seem to mind because she buried my cock into her mouth as I shot my load. After swallowing a few times, she began to lick my cock which gave it no time to get soft. This slut didn't want to waste any time to let me recover! Just as soon as she had finished giving my cock a tongue bath, she crawled back on top of me and started to grind her wet pussy all over my cock. I let her have her fun for a minute or two but then flipped her onto her back. She wasn't going to be in control all night! 

"Fuck me, Nick. Fuck your dirty little slut!" she hissed. 

Who was I to turn that down? I pushed her sweater and bra up to her neck, so I could fondle her tits and suck on her perfect nipples. At the same time, I kneed apart her thighs and ground my cock over her clit. The combination between the two actions started to drive her crazy, and she started to squirm and moan like a wild woman. Not only did she moan, but she definitely liked to talk dirty! 

"Fuck me, baby...fuck my wet pussy. I can't stand the way that you tease me with that horse-cock!" she moaned. "Fuck me like the slut that I am!" 

All of her sex talk was driving me wild. I've never had such a hot slut like this and certainly, I've never had one that talked like this during sex! It was like waving the red flag in from of a raging bull!!! 

"How bad do you want me?" I said "I want to hear you beg for it." 

"Oh baby...you've got me sooooo hot!" she hissed, "Please give me your cock. Give your dirty slut your cock!" 

With that, I don't think that either one of us could hold back anymore. I took my hands off of her tits and pushed her stocking clad legs up over my shoulders, and before I had a chance to guide my cock into her pussy, I felt her hand reach around and put it in for me. I didn't want to hurt the girl, so I gently eased my cock into her pussy. It was pure heaven! Tight...hot...and very wet. I started with very slow, teasing strokes into her and then pulling my cock almost all the way out before sliding it back in. 

"Stop teasing me!" she nearly shouted at me, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" 

At this point in time, I totally forgot about all of the people at the party and my parents and her parents and the rest of the world entirely. I pushed her legs back to her ears and started fucking the shit out of this red headed slut. With each thrust into her fuckhole, she grunted and moaned and shook her pretty head side to side, and after a few minutes, I could tell that she was close to orgasm because she really started to buck her hips into my cock. Finally, I let her legs go, and she wrapped them around my waist in a death grip. I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock and suddenly got very still. Unfortunately for me, I had not cum with her and was trapped in her legs until her orgasm subsided. 

When she did come through and relax, she was nearly catatonic. I wasn't going to let the evening's festivities stop at this, so I flipped her over onto her knees and slammed my cock back into her slippery hole. Doggy style must have been her thing because she was rejuvenated after just a few strokes, and started to meet each thrust into her pussy. Fucking her this way was absolutely erotic. Her pussy was unbelievably virgin-tight, and her sex talk was an absolute turn on! She was the sexiest bitch that I've ever fucked with her red hair all messy as she was face down into the pillow and with her tits swaying back and forth with each thrust. Her plaid skirt was all bunched up to her waist, showing off her garter and thigh-high stockings, and her outfit suddenly reminded me of some porno scene! 

It didn’t take much of this erotic scene, and my testosterone took over, making me lose all control. I grabbed onto her hips and started banging away at her pussy with my cock while my balls slapped at her clit. My brutal pounding must have been too much for her to take because she started to scream into the pillow with each thrust into her tight pussy. I knew that I couldn’t hang on much longer, but amazingly enough, I actually came to my senses right before I came inside of her. 

“Fuck, baby…I’m gonna cum,” I grunted. “Do you want me to cum inside of your slut pussy?” 

“Uhuh…mmm….fuck yes,” was all I heard muffled from the pillow, and that was all I needed to send me over the edge. 

“Here is cuuuuuuuuuuuuums!” I bellowed. Somehow my balls must have went into overtime production because it felt like I shot a gallon of cum into that slut’s cunt. She felt so good around my cock that I didn’t even want to pull out, so I just sat there on my knees, cock deep in her well-fucked pussy. She wanted to slide down to her belly and rest, but I held on to her hips and kept her in her doggy style position as I enjoyed the feeling of her on my cock. 

For some odd reason, my dick just couldn’t go soft while I was inside of her. Normally, it takes about 10 minutes to recover after cumming like that, but it was getting completely hard again just by staying inside of her. I started to move my hips back and forth slightly, and she started to come back around from the movement of my dick inside of her. As tempting as fucking this vixen’s pussy again was to me, I started to get another idea. Why stop after just 2 of her holes? I pushed her little skirt up a bit higher, and her pink little asshole peeked out from between her ass cheeks. The whole scene looked very inviting to me, and rather than asking for permission, I thought that I’d just take what I wanted! While starting to get her in the mood by slowly fuck her pussy, I started to massage her asshole with my thumb, and the extra lube coming out of her pussy was more than enough to lubricate my thumb to get it in her ass. She must have sensed where I was going with this because she reached back and tried to pull my hand away from her ass. I took my other hand off of her hip momentarily to smack her ass cheek as hard as I could. 

“Ouch!” she squealed. “ What was that for?” 

“Shut up, you slut,” I said. “You’ll do what I want you to do, or that’s what you get! Unless, of course, you want me to stop right now and leave.” 

“NO! No, please don’t stop. I’ll do anything you want,” she whimpered. “Just don’t stop fucking me. I love your dick inside of me!” 

With that, my thumb started its invasion of her asshole, and to my amazement, she actually started to like it! Between my cock’s gentle strokes into her pussy and my thumb’s journey into her ass, she was hot and ready for more. I did this combination for a few minutes and decided that it was time to truly crack her virgin ass. In one motion, I pulled my thumb out of her ass and my cock out of her pussy, and she started to beg me for my cock again. Since her ass was relaxed from my finger fucking and my cock was lubed from a mixture of our juices, I decided to plunge my cock all the way into her ass before she could object. I grabbed the shaft of my cock and pressed the head on her asshole, and once the head had started in, I grabbed her hips and slammed all 7” of my cock into her bowels. 

“OOOUCH! What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed. “That fucking hurts…God, please take it out!!!” 

“I told you to shut up, you little cum slut,” I told her. “This is what you get for being such a slut!” 

I rammed her asshole just as ferociously as I had fucked her pussy just a few minutes earlier. Her pussy had felt so tight when I was in it, but it was nothing compared to her ass. Her ass felt like absolute heaven, and I was gonna enjoy heaven for as long as I could! After a few minutes of my rampage on her ass, she must have started to enjoy the fucking that she was getting because she stopped her bawling into her pillow and started to fuck her ass back onto my cock. It only took a few minutes of this before my balls told me that the 3rd load of the night was coming. 

Just before that magic moment, I had a stroke of genius and thought of the last act of depravity that I could impose on this little slut. I pulled out of her ass with a “plop” and shoved her ass down onto the bed, so she was flat on her stomach. I jumped up to where her head was lying on the pillows, grabbed 2 handfuls of her red locks, and shoved my entire cock into her mouth. I looked down at her only to see her face crinkle with disgust as she swallowed a mixture of my cum, pussy juice, and her shit from my cock.  When I was done cumming down her throat, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and I looked down at her one last time to have a good visual image of the night. Her red hair was all messy, and her make-up was smeared on her face. Her tight red sweater was pushed up to her neck, baring her huge titties, and her little plaid skirt was bunched up to her waist, showing off the pussy and ass that I had just fucked mercilessly. It was an awesome sight! 

I started to get up and put on my clothes again, and she was just laying there, shocked at what just had happened. I could have been a gentleman and taken her home, so she wouldn’t have to ride home with her parents. I could have even just showed her the back stairway, so she didn’t have to face everyone at the party. Nope…she is a slut and everybody should know it! 

“Merry Christmas, slut!” I said as I slapped her on the ass and walked out of the room. 

Christmas at Grandma's



Roger Calkins turned the red Corvette off the rural highway onto the gravel road leading to his grandparents' house, his wife Anita seated beside him. He was looking forward to spending the Christmas and New Year's holidays with his family, however Anita was not. Oh, everyone was pleasant enough and glad to see her, but she missed her own family in the Czech Republic. She had met Roger at a café in Paris where she was studying Art History at the Sorbonne and he was working at the United States Embassy in Paris.

The café was crowded, and since they were both alone, they agreed to share a table. They chatted during lunch and Roger asked her if she would care to go to dinner and see a play with him that weekend. She liked what she saw and agreed. There was chemistry between them, so they started dating, then as the months rolled by became lovers and finally were married.

When Roger was told he was being transferred back to Washington, D.C., they visited her family one last time, and then relocated to the United States. The transition went smoothly at first, but as time went on, Anita became increasingly homesick. She had flown home a few times, but the days had passed quickly and in no time at all she was leaving again.

Missing her family was especially bad during the holiday season, but she had convinced herself to make the best of things and try to have fun. She liked Roger's family; especially his younger sister who was a senior at the state college and Anita hoped she'd be there. Penny was an Art major too and they had a lot in common. 

***

Penny (she seldom used her given name, Penelope) Calkins, towed her roll-on suitcase into a second floor guest room of her grandparent's house, opened the windows to let the musty smell escape and sat disconsolately on the bed. Her college friends were going on a skiing trip over the holidays, including two boys she'd dated, and had invited her along. She felt guilty knowing how her parents and grandparents enjoyed having the family around for the holidays, so she begged off. It was always nice to be with family, but she'd much rather be with her friends. Oh well, she did know her brother Roger and his wife Anita would be coming and that cheered her. She and Anita got along great and always had fun together.

***

Roger tooted the horn as they rolled up to the weathered Victorian and his family rushed out onto the covered porch and down the stairs to greet them. Anita's face broke into a broad grin as Penny ran to her and held out her arms crying "Anita, How are you?" They embraced and held each other close. Anita impulsively kissed Penny full on the lips which the young girl returned with equal fervor and their tongues met briefly. They stepped back, holding hands and looking at each other in bewilderment thinking 'What was that?' as new feelings for each other swept over them. They looked around, suddenly embarrassed, but in the flurry of "How are you?" and "So glad you could make it'" no one seemed to have noticed.

The greetings among the family members continued as Anita and Roger removed their gifts from the Corvette's trunk, carried them into the house and placed them on the growing pile under the Christmas tree. Drinks were served and the group sat about in the living room catching up on one another's lives. Penny saw Anita staring at her, arose from the rocker where she was sitting and squeezed next to the older woman in the overstuffed chair. Their thighs and shoulders were pressed together and Anita felt a sudden warmth sweep over her. Penny blushed and smiled and Anita knew she felt it as well. Whatever was going on?

Conversation paused when dinner was served and then continued over the delicious food. Penny and Anita were seated across from each other, joining in the conversations, but stealing glances at one another and smiling shyly as the hubbub at the table washed over them. Anita offered to wash the dishes and Penny said she would dry, then they were alone in the kitchen.

They worked in silence for a few minutes, staring intently at what they were doing until Anita said "How are you progressing in school?"

"Not too badly," was the reply. "I bagged an 'A' in two of my classes, then two 'B's' and one 'C'." Penny made a face, "I'll never understand Geometry. I don't know why an Art major has to take higher math anyway."

"That's part of what is referred to as a well-rounded education," Anita laughed. "At the Sorbonne we were required to take Calculus as part of the core curriculum." She paused, "I received a low grade in that as well."

"Something else we have in common," Penny replied. "You know, Anita, I didn't want to come this year. I had a chance to go skiing with my friends, but I didn't want to disappoint my parents and grandma and grandpa. Besides, I knew you'd be here," she finished, blushing profusely.

"I wished to be at home with my family," Anita sighed. "I miss them very much, especially during Christmas and New Year's. I hated to disappoint Roger as I know how much he enjoys this." She kissed Penny's cheek softly, "Besides, I assumed you would be here and that made me happy."

Their eyes met for several seconds, and then their conversation continued. When the dishes were finished and put away, they rejoined the family in the living room.

***

Roger and Anita made love in their guest room bed, the worn springs in the mattress squeaking in protest as his stiff cock drove deep into her gripping pussy, finally sending her over the edge as he spurted inside her. They kissed and hugged until Roger finally rolled over and went to sleep.

Anita lay beside him, her body still quivering from her orgasm, staring at the shadows on the wall from the moon outside their windows. She had tried to sleep and failed, finally deciding to go downstairs and fix a glass of warm milk; maybe that would make her sleepy. She wrapped her dressing gown around her naked body, slid her feet into scuff slippers and padded downstairs.

***

Penny was restless and a little bored. Everybody went to bed so early around here. She kicked the comforter off and let the night breeze blow over her. She usually slept nude, but since she was here in the house she wore panties and a thin t-shirt. The cool wind was making her nipples hard and she suddenly had the urge to masturbate, but decided against it. Maybe she could go in the living room and watch TV for a while with the sound on low. Barefoot, she eased her way down the stairs and saw a light on in the kitchen.

***

Anita sat at the kitchen table, sipping her milk, thinking of home. She should have defied Roger and gone to be with her family. He would have gotten over it. She felt so incredibly sad, tears trickled from her eyes and she began to cry softly.

"Anita, what's the matter?"

She turned and saw Penny standing in the doorway, a look of concern on her pretty face. The young girl's long brown hair was tousled from lying in bed; the nipples on her pert breasts were visible against the white t-shirt, her long legs were bare and she looked absolutely adorable. Anita suddenly felt very warm and her pussy moistened.

Penny drew a chair up next to Anita and put her arm over the older woman's shoulders. Anita's body felt so warm and soft and Penny shivered despite the kitchens warmth.

Anita turned her tear streaked face to Penny, saying "I'll be alright in a minute, don't worry. I was just feeling sad. I miss my family so much. I guess I'm just an old crybaby."

"Let it out if you need to," Penny replied, shifting her arm to Anita's waist and pulling her close, the body contact making her tingle.

Anita snuggled against Penny, suddenly having the urge to kiss her. Instead she said "You're very sweet, but I'm okay now. Would you like some milk, it's still warm."

Penny nodded and Anita stood up to prepare her a glass. Penny's heart lurched as Anita's lush body was revealed by the kitchen light shining through the thin dressing gown; her full breasts, slim waist and shapely ass on glorious display. She felt herself getting wet and the urge to jill off returned even stronger.

Anita turned from the stove after pouring the milk into a glass from the warming pan to see Penny staring at her with a hungry look. The young girl's legs were parted and Anita could see a dark spot growing in the crotch of her panties. Her breath caught in her throat as she said "Why don't we go in the parlor and be more comfortable."

Penny turned on a reading lamp by the large overstuffed couch and they sat down, sipping their milk in silence, their minds churning at the rush of unaccustomed feelings stirring in them. 

'Why do I feel like this? She's my husband's sister. Why can't I think straight? She's a child, but oh, God she's so beautiful. I can't help it, I want her.'

'She's your brother's wife, you horndog. No one has ever made me feel this way before. I can't stand it; I have to kiss her.'

Penny slid closer, leaned to kiss Anita and was met halfway by the other woman's moist lips. They kissed tentatively at first; then embraced as their kisses became more passionate, their tongues dueling in each other's mouths, their stiff nipples rubbing together.

Anita lay back on the sofa cushions, drawing Penny on top of her. The young girl moaned and pushed a leg between Anita's. They began to caress one another, thrilling to the touch of the other's soft hands stroking and exploring their bodies.

Penny began rubbing her aroused pussy on Anita's thigh and Anita did the same to Penny. They hugged each other tightly, tongues writhing in open mouthed kisses, rubbing slowly at first, then harder and faster as their orgasms rose in waves of heat until they were jerking and humping and screaming into each other's mouths as the shocks and thrills went on and on until they slumped back, breathing in gasps.

Penny playfully licked Anita's nose as the woman smiled and said "Mmmmmm..." as if she'd finished a gourmet dinner.

Penny sat up, pulled the t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her panties. Anita shrugged the dressing gown from her shoulders and welcomed Penny's silky body between her thighs. Penny began suckling Anita's stiff nipples as she began kneading the young girl's firm ass.

"I want to lick your pussy," Anita breathed into Penny's ear, making the girl gasp and shiver in anticipation. They changed positions on the couch, Penny sitting upright on the edge of the cushion and her legs spread; Anita kneeling on the floor in front of her. She brought her face close to Penny's cunt, inhaled deeply of the scent of a freshly fucked woman and began to lick the engorged petals so wantonly displayed for her.

Nothing in Penny's young life had ever prepared her for the unbridled ecstasy of Anita's mouth on her pussy. She stiffened, moaning "Oh, oh, oh," as Anita's tongue explored between the rosy pink walls. Anita had never tasted anything this wonderful as she gathered mouthfuls of Penny's warm juices with her tongue, swallowing them eagerly. She thought she could stay here between Penny's thighs forever.

Her tongue found Penny's throbbing clit and began circling it.

"Oh, yessss," Penny hissed between clenched teeth, "Suck my clit, pleeease."

Anita drew the hard bud of flesh between her lips, licking and nipping softly, loving Penny's throaty moans, her hands tangled in Anita's red hair, pulling her closer. She could feel the girl's body shuddering and knew she was close to orgasm. Anita pushed two fingers into Penny's sopping cunt and twisted them around.

Penny exploded in a violent orgasm, biting her lip to contain her scream of delight, smashing Anita's face into her pulsing crotch and almost smothering the older woman. Anita continued to suck on the gooey folds until Penny fell back on the couch, mewing softly. Anita licked girl cum from her lips and joined Penny on the couch, cradling the young woman in her arms until she recovered.

"That was absolutely fantastic, Anita," Penny said, "I thought I was going to explode. You about drove me crazy."

"It would seem you like it when I drive you crazy," Anita purred. "You appeared to be enjoying it, so I kept on."

"Now I want to lick you," Penny replied, sitting up. "I want to drive you crazy."

"My pussy belongs to you, dear," Anita replied sitting on the cushion's edge and spreading her legs wide.

Kneeling between the older woman's thighs, Penny licked tentatively at the thick pussy lips, then between them. It smelled and tasted so good it made her mouth water. Feeling mischievous, Penny began kissing up and down Anita's inner thighs as she whimpered and moaned, head tossing about on the back cushion. When she felt she had teased her lover enough, she placed her mouth over the pulsing slit and began to lick and suck.

"Ahhhh, God yes, eat me," Anita moaned as Penny's lips and tongue made her shudder and her pussy gush warm nectar that Penny swallowed greedily. She had been eaten out before, but it felt nothing like this. She wrapped her legs around Penny's back, drawing her closer, urging her to make her cum and cum. 

Penny was lost in the sensation of eating Anita, rubbing her face on the woman's slick cunt, licking as far into the pink slit as she could reach. Remembering how good it felt when Anita finger fucked her, she did the same to her lover as she sucked her firm clit.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," Anita said in a strangled voice, "Fuck me, I'm gonna cum."

Penny's fingers were a blur in Anita's gushing pussy as she worried the pebbled clit between her teeth until Anita's back arched and she ground her pussy into Penny's face, her mouth open in a soundless scream of unbridled joy. Penny continued fucking Anita until she had a second orgasm and lay whimpering and panting on the sofa. Penny snuggled up to her until her breathing returned to normal.

Penny gazed into Anita's eyes, "I love you, Anita."

"And I love you too, Penny dear," was the reply.

"Will you come back to bed with me?"

"Yes, for a while. I don't want Roger to awaken and find me gone."

They gathered up their clothes, walked carefully up the stairs and into Penny's room where they fell into bed and began making love again. As dawn was breaking Anita left Penny dozing and made her way back to her room. She slid carefully into bed, being careful not to awaken Roger and went to sleep with Penny's cum drying on her face.

***

The rays of the morning sun awakened Penny and she stretched and yawned. She was tired, but happy and she inhaled deeply of her lover's scent that still clung to the wrinkled sheets. She and Anita had enjoyed eating and fingering each other into deliciously thrilling orgasms. They could not seem to get enough of each other. She used the bathroom, slipped into shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs for breakfast.

***

Roger awakened first, kissed Anita who still lay apparently asleep and went downstairs. When he was gone, she threw back the covers squeezed her ample breasts and rubbed her clit. Last night with Penny was fantastic. She had never experienced such orgasms in a long time. She knew they would have to talk about where this was going, if at all, but all she could think about was having the young girl in her arms again. She had a mild, but satisfying orgasm, then washed up and went down for breakfast.

***

The family chattered busily about Christmas, oblivious to the women smiling and flirting with each other, rubbing bare feet under the table. Roger's older brother had come home on leave from the Army and was telling of his experiences in Afghanistan. When the subject of grocery shopping in town came up, Anita volunteered and Penny said she'd go along to help.

Grandfather insisted they take his massive pickup truck since it had four wheel drive and they were expecting snow. After being shown how to shift into the different gear ranges, the women drove away. When they were out of sight of the house, Penny slid over against Anita and put her head on her shoulder.

"It was wonderful last night," she sighed. "You were so fuckin' hot."

Anita rubbed her cheek against Penny's silky hair, "You were pretty damn hot yourself. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" 

"You were my first,"was the reply. "I just did what I thought you'd like. You sure knew what to do." 

Anita sighed, "Before your brother and I met, I had a female lover in college. She was an instructor and she seduced me. We were together for three months, and then she took a professorship in Sweden. I was brokenhearted, but after a while I met Roger and fell in love with him."

"I've slept with two different guys," Penny replied. "It was great, but nothing like this." She paused, "I never knew you felt this way about me."

"Neither did I, or you about me for that matter. I've always enjoyed being with you ..." 

"And I've enjoyed being with you," Penny interjected.

"... but I never thought of you in a sexual way. You were like a little sister to me."

"I always thought you were so pretty," Penny said, "You seemed so sophisticated and I loved your accent. I was so proud when you paid attention to me. You were like my big sister, but not mean like most of them are."

Anita laughed, "Where did you get that idea?"

"The girls at school say how their older sisters were mean to them. I guess that's part of growing up. Roger and Larry wouldn't play dolls with me, but they were never mean."

As the truck sped on to town, knobbed tires humming on the road, the women sat silently, enjoying each other's company. Neither fully understood their sudden attraction to each other; it was as if a dam had broken and their mutual desires had come pouring out. They decided to enjoy each other and deal with the rest later.

***

After spending two hours in the megamart, commenting on the other shoppers in whispers then laughing in snorts and giggles, they filled three shopping carts, loaded the truck and turned towards home. Penny snuggled up to Anita caressing her breast and Anita stroked the young girl's thighs.

Penny said "Damn, you make me feel so sexy. I wish it was evening so we could fuck again."

"On the way out, I thought I saw a trail off the road going into some woods," Anita replied. "Maybe we should see where it goes." "Sounds like a plan," Penny said, stroking Anita's thigh. Arriving at the turn off, Anita engaged the four wheel drive and the truck lumbered down the trail through the thick woods, finally emerging into a clearing on the shore of a lake.

"Oooh, it's beautiful," Penny exclaimed. "This must be used for fishing in the summertime."

Anita maneuvered the truck around until it was pointing the way they came in, set the brake and they climbed out; the scent of pines filling the air around them. The air was cool, but it was warm in the sun. 

They walked along the lakeshore holding hands, then returned to the truck, took blankets from the rear seats and spread them on the ground. They kissed and hugged, then lovingly undressed each other. When they saw that neither of them had worn bras or panties, they laughed and accused the other of being horny.

Anita eased Penny onto her back, straddled her thighs and began sucking and licking her rock hard nipples. Penny moaned in delight, running her hands up and down Anita's back. Anita then worked her way down her lover's body, licking the silky flesh of her rounded tummy and down to her smooth mons. 

Penny was whimpering with desire as Anita's tongue gave her long, lingering licks from her asshole to her clit and back again. She raised her hips, offering her wet pussy to her lover's busy mouth and gave a little shriek when her clit was sucked and then licked rapidly.

Cupping Penny's ass cheeks in her hands, Anita ate her bare pussy like a starving man finding food. Her mouth overflowed with love juices which she gulped down as Penny jerked and moaned; overwhelmed by the sensations. She flicked Penny's clit with her nose, licked harder, and then sucked the pink bud between her lips again as her thrusting fingers found Penny's spongy G-spot.




Christmas at Grandma's



Penny's scream of ecstasy echoed from the far side of the lake as Anita's ministrations raised an orgasm from deep within that made her back arch and she felt as if she would pass out. Anita continued fucking her until a second orgasm dropped her panting to the blanket where she lay with her head spinning.

Anita cuddled the shivering girl saying "Maybe we better get going, baby. It's getting cool out here."

"Not until I taste you again," Penny replied, sitting up. "Roll over and show me that yummy ass of yours. I want to lick your holes." Anita did as she was told, crouching on the blanket, trembling, with her ass in the air, awaiting Penny's eager mouth. She squealed in surprise as she felt a warm tongue working at her puckered star and a finger in her cunt. Penny pulled Anita's ass cheeks apart, then curled her tongue and probed at the wrinkled flesh until it allowed her entry. Anita was moaning in delight as she was penetrated; the very nastiness of the act exciting her. 

Penny greedily licked mouthfuls of juices from Anita's wet hole, and then pushed four fingers in deep as Anita gasped at the sensation of being so full. She pushed a cum coated finger of her other hand into Anita's asshole and then another, pumping in time with her fist. 

Anita thrashed and screamed as Penny's fingers worked in her holes; she could feel a colossal orgasm burning it's way along every nerve in her body until the relentless pounding made it explode, suffusing her body with heat until she felt faint. Penny continued fucking her until she howled in delight from a second orgasm and collapsed.

"It just keeps getting better and better," she gasped as Penny hugged and kissed her.

A chill wind was blowing off the lake as the afternoon sun sank below the treetops, encouraging them to dress, gather up the blankets and leave for home.

When they arrived, Penny explained that a semi had overturned on the state highway out of town and they had to wait until the wreck was cleared.

***

Finally it was Christmas Eve and the family gathered around the piano in the parlor to sing carols while grandma played merrily. Anita and Penny stood with their arms around one another, singing loudly as they celebrated their new found love.

Later, as the others were drifting off to bed, they went outside to sit in the front porch swing and talk.

"This has been the most wonderful Christmas ever," Penny said, kissing Anita on the cheek. They were careful not to be overly demonstrative around the family as someone could walk up to them any minute.

"Yes it has, my love," Anita replied, squeezing the girl's hand. "I know we've been discreet, but I can't help but wonder if anyone suspects anything."

"I have seen mom and grandma giving us some funny looks, but no one has said anything to me. Maybe it's because we always volunteer to wash the dishes."

"We've sat in on lots of the conversations, but I must admit I wasn't paying very close attention; I'm thinking about us all the time."

"Me too; tell me, do you feel guilty about what we're doing? I do, a little bit. I am fucking my brother's wife after all."

"And I'm cheating on him with his sister," Anita replied. "I love your brother dearly and I wouldn't want to hurt him for the world. What has happened between us must be destiny or fate, anyway, it is so different from my marriage it's totally separate in my mind. I love you as I have loved no one else."

"I love you so much it scares me," Penny said. "I've never felt this strongly about anyone in my life; certainly not another woman. You're right; it must be our destiny to be together."

Anita stood up saying "We better go inside, sweetie, and we need to sleep apart for a while. I don't want Roger smelling fresh fucked pussy every time I get in bed and figure something's up."

"You're right," Penny replied as they went inside and locked the door. She nuzzled Anita's neck, "Can we just have a quick fuck, please.'

Anita sighed in mock irritation, "You're impossible. C'mon, I know a place where we can be alone for a while."

She led her lover into the small bathroom off the kitchen and locked the door.

They were all over each other in an instant, kissing hungrily, their passion and desire taking over. Probing fingers slid into wet pussies as they finger fucked each other slowly then faster as their orgasms rose and burst within them, drenching their hands with cum, their cries muffled in their mouths.

"God, that was so hot," Penny breathed after a moment, "I'm still shaking."

After licking cum from their fingers, washing their hands and straightening their clothing, they opened the door carefully, but the kitchen was deserted.

"We better leave the door open and let things air out," Anita said, causing Penny to giggle.

They parted reluctantly in the upstairs hallway and went to their own rooms. Anita crawled into bed and was instantly asleep.

***

Christmas Day was a whirlwind of gift exchanges and cries of delight at presents given and received, followed by a sumptuous dinner and an afternoon of watching football on the big screen TV. Anita and Penny were in the midst of the fun, never missing a chance to touch or caress the other. "I have a special gift for you," Anita whispered in Penny's ear. I'll give it to you later."

When they were finally alone, Anita handed Penny a small gift wrapped package. She opened it and began to cry. Inside was a blue jewelry box containing a filigreed gold ring with two overlapped gold hearts .

"Oh, Anita, it's beautiful," she said through her tears. 

"Whenever you wear this, think of me," Anita said, tearing up herself. "I can't bear to be without you, but we must be realistic. You have your studies and I have my job and my marriage to consider."

"I know," Penny sniffled. "I'll miss you every single day. We can still cam, e-mail and text each other though. We still can get together on Spring Break and during the summer and ..."

"Whenever else we can," Anita finished the sentence for her. "I don't think I can be away from you for very long either, but we must be careful until we can work something out. I will never give you up."

"I don't want anyone else but you," Penny replied, hugging her.

***

The intervening days between Christmas and New Year's passed by all too quickly for Anita and Penny. They remained involved in the family's activities and made love whenever they could be alone.

One afternoon when the parents had gone to a movie in town, the grandparents were dozing in the parlor and the brothers were off hiking in the woods Penny said to Anita "Have you ever been up in the attic?"

"No, I didn't know there was an attic."

"I used to play up there when I was little. The people who built this house around the turn of the Twentieth Century had servants who lived up there. There's even a stairway going up from the kitchen pantry."

"Sounds like fun, show it to me." The stairway was barely wide enough for one person with narrow treads and no railing. "I feel as if I'm in a lighthouse," Anita laughed as they climbed with her face close to Penny's gorgeous ass. They emerged into a cavernous room dimly lit on four sides by grime covered windows. Boxes, trunks, chairs and other furniture stood about randomly all coated with a patina of gray dust. 

"I don't think anyone's been up here in years," Anita said as they explored the space, then Penny said "Goody, it's still here." It was an elaborately carved canopied bed of Victorian design, it's mattress covered with sheets, all gray with dust. Penny pulled the sheets away revealing a flower print mattress.

"Wanna fuck?" she said, unbuttoning her blouse.

In moments they were naked in each other's arms, hands stroking curves of silky skin, moaning happily at being together again.

"I want to suck your pussy," Anita purred, fingering Penny's wet cunt.

"I want to suck yours too," was the reply, "Let's sixty-nine and see who can get the other off first."

"Bottom," Anita said, stretching out and spreading her legs. "Get over here, I want to taste that sweet little pussy of yours."

Penny straddled Anita's face, lowering her moist slit to her lover's lips and tongue as she began to lick Anita's furry pussy like a madwoman.

Anita jerked and moaned as Penny ate her out and she lapped hungrily at the young girl's dripping cunt as Penny squealed in delight.

Slurps and moans accompanied the labial feast as the women worked to bring the other to orgasm, seeking the flow of love honey that would fill their mouths. Anita gripped Penny's ass tightly, pulling her wet slit against her busy tongue, loving the little shrieks as she hit sensitive spots.

Penny had hooked her arms under Anita's creamy thighs, licking and sucking on the swollen lips and engorged clit beneath her and swallowing the delicious streams of precum. She whipped her face from side to side against Anita's cunt, growling like a dog.

They humped wildly, bodies shining with sweat, skin glowing as their orgasms burned, then erupted inside them. Penny got off first, squealing between long licks and flooding Anita's mouth and face with warm juices which she gulped down. Anita felt as if she was going to pee; instead she screamed and ejaculated into Penny's greedy mouth, spraying her hair and face with sticky fluid. Penny loved it and wanted more, so she fastened her mouth on Anita''s pussy and sucked hard until another burst of cum overflowed her mouth.

Stunned at the intensity of their orgasms, they lay head to toe for several minutes until Penny lifted up, turned around and snuggled up to Anita who was staring dazedly at the bed's dusty canopy. "Jesus," Anita croaked, "I've never got off like that before in my life. Did I squirt?"

"Damn right you did," Penny sighed. "That was soooo fucking sexy I can't believe it. You almost drowned me and it made me cum again."

"I'd love to go to sleep right now," Anita said. "Then again I know the others will wonder where we've gone and we don't want to get caught now."

Penny rolled on top of her and nestled between her thighs. "Let's fuck again, babe. I'm still hot."

"The resilience of youth," Anita said with a grin, "How about a trib?"

"What's a trib?"

"Sit up and hook your leg under mine, that's it, now put your mons against mine so our pussies are together, now we'll rub and wiggle."

"Ooooh," Penny sighed, "That feels so good. We're really fucking each other now."

"Go slow at first. Then we'll really start grinding until your head explodes ... well, not really, but we'll really cum hard."

Anita raised her leg so Penny could grip it for leverage while she pulled on the pretty girls leg. They started slowly, feeling the heat rising in their bodies as their labial lips slid wetly against each other.

"Ahhhh, this feels so fuckin' good," Penny moaned. "Fuck me, baby. I love you so much."

"Ride me, lover, ride me hard," Anita hissed. "My pussy loves yours. Fuck me."

The old bed squeaked and shivered as they humped faster and harder, their soaked cunts squishing and slurping as they climbed to the pinnacle of feminine ecstasy and then flew off into the sky.

"Ohgodogodogod," Penny whimpered, feeling as if she was shattering into a thousand pieces at the intensity of her orgasm. Anita was right with her, moaning loudly and cumming hard as their pussies smashed together in a final burst of sticky love juices.

Penny lifted up from between Anita's legs and they lay together on the mattress soaked with sweat, covered with cum, thoroughly satiated and deeply in love.

When they were rested, they dressed, put the sheets back on the bed, walked on wobbly legs down the narrow staircase, took bottles of water from the fridge and went to sit on the back porch. Grandma Calkins appeared in the doorway to the porch and said "There you two are. We're going to fix some snacks and watch TV; would you two like something to eat?"

Anita smiled and said straight faced, "Thanks grandma, but we've both eaten already," sending Penny into a fit of giggles.

Grandma stared at them quizzically and went back in the kitchen, wondering what she had said that was so funny.

"Will you try to behave, please?" Anita said in mock irritation, snickering in spite of herself as Penny tried to catch her breath then continued to giggle.

***

Penny lifted her suitcase into her Mustang's trunk and sighed. It was going to be so hard saying goodbye to Anita and she just knew she was going to cry. They wouldn't be together again for months and she missed her already.

***

Roger could tell Anita was sad about leaving and tried to cheer her up.

"Don't feel bad, baby. The folks want us to come up on the Fourth for a couple of weeks, would you like that? I know you and Penny are close and I'm sure she'll be here."

"That would be lovely," Anita replied, brightening visibly. "Penny is like a sister to me and I so enjoy her company."

***

Anita and Penny stood holding hands, staring at each other, eyes wet with tears. "I wish it didn't hurt so much," Anita said, rubbing her thumbs on Penny's palms.

"I'm so gonna miss you," Penny replied. "I'll be in touch every day, maybe more than once. What will I do without you?" 

"You'll be fine, we'll both be fine. We love each other and that will never change; for the present that will see us through. Goodbye for now, my dearest Penny."

"Bye, Anita sweetheart. I'll see you soon."

They held each other tightly, shared one last open mouthed, passionate kiss and parted. Looking back at each other, they climbed into their cars, and then drove away.

***

"That was a wonderful Christmas," Grandma said as she stirred the pot of dinner stew.

"Indeed it was," Grandpa replied. "It was great seeing all the family again. That Anita's a lovely person and Penny has blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She'll have the pick of young men on campus, that's for sure."

"By the way, Pa, I want you to check up in the attic when you have a minute."

"I'll do it first thing tomorrow, but whatever for?"

"I heard noises up there the other day and I think some critter may have gotten in."

End. 



Christmas at Hawkwood



Dear readers, this story was written by me and my partner Midnitehawk. I hope you enjoy our story. I am sure our love and lust for each other shines thru into the story. Please write and let me know what you think and I will show all mail to Ian. We love to receive feedback on our stories.

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The kitchen smelt of apple and blackberry pie. Heat, from the oven, pervaded the whole room. It felt like Fran had been cooking all day. A streak of white gashed her forehead, and she swept some loose hair behind her ear with the back of a very floury hand. Deciding it was time for a break, she washed and dried her hands at the sink before opening the back door and sitting on her porch rocker. Her eyes circled their back yard looking for the children. Fran smiled when she saw John up near the oak tree making a mountain of snowballs. They loved the snow even if Fran wasn't too fussed. This would be there first white Christmas since moving to Hawkwood. Christmas in Australia was always in the middle of summer and usually scorching hot. But the job Ian had been offered in Abbotsville was just too good to turn down. Besides it was good for the children to experience a different country and all the things that come with it like snow.

The dogs were running around John wanting to play the game as well. Just then her son threw a snowball towards the garden shed as he yelled, "Ready or not". She saw Natalie's elfin face peek around the corner of the shed, a cheeky grin plastered across it. She had a snowball in hand and tossed it at her younger brother missing him by mere inches. The snow splattered up over the bottom of his long pants and snow boots. 

"Damn Nat, you are too good a shot. Not fair!"

A giggle erupted from her mouth when Nat's next shot hit him fair in the side as he bent for another snowball. John quickly grabbed a couple of balls before ducking behind the huge trunk of the old oak. She watched him checking out the lay of the land, knowing full well he was planning his attack. There were a few apple trees scattered around the yard that he obviously hoped to use as shields as he made his way towards the shed like a young soldier in the jungle.

In Abbotsville, Ian had been clock watching all day at work, desperately willing the time to pass so he could rush home to his gorgeous wife Fran and their two wonderful kids, Nat and John. Not that he didn't always rush home to them but today was special, Christmas Eve, their first since moving to Hawkswood and the first white Christmas the kids had seen. Ian had promised to help them decorate the tree that they had picked out together and to take them sledding, but he also had plans for a night of passion with Fran, the beautiful red head who had captured his heart 15 years ago and who he still loved with the same intensity. 

Snapping out of his daydream and noticing the bulge in his pants, Ian smiled to himself at the effect just thinking of Fran still had on him. At that moment a couple of the guys walked into the office 

"Ian, we're going for a few drinks, are you coming?" 

Realizing he had daydreamed the last hour away, Ian was eager to be home. 

"Sorry guys I have some last minute shopping to do, maybe another time." 

As they walked away laughing, they called back, "Yea, yea rushing home to the lovely Fran more like." 

Ian smiled. He was used to the ribbing he got from his friends but took it all in fun as he knew they were secretly jealous of him. He had seen the looks they had given Fran at the first office party they went to. Fran had been dressed to kill in a figure hugging silk dress in deep burgundy slit to the thigh and with a plunging neckline that had all the guys drooling. Ian loved to show off his beautiful wife, not that he saw her as a trophy, just that he wanted the world to know how lucky he was. 

Looking down at her watch, Fran saw that it was nearly time for Ian to finish work. He had told her that he would be a little late today as he wanted to get a few last presents. Most of his family was coming the next day for Christmas lunch. Fran was excited by the thought. She had come to love his folks and, as hers had both died when she was younger, Fran was quickly taking to his Mum especially. She would miss having her sisters with her to celebrate, but Ian had promised her a holiday home to Australia for next year. 

She thought about the menu for Christmas lunch again. Going thru the list, she mentally checked off all the things she had prepared. The turkey had been steamed for her at a friend's restaurant and was sitting in the fridge ready for stuffing and roasting. She had all the ingredients for Ian's famous chestnut stuffing ready to go. All the vegetables were in their containers, and she would prepare them tomorrow while the turkey was cooking. A pot of cranberry sauce sat atop the stove cooling down. Her plum pudding hung in its cloth from the pots and pans rack over the bench. It swung there like a single large testicle hanging in its scrotum. A trifle was setting in the fridge ready for the whipped cream to be added, and an apple and blackberry pie was now baking in her oven. The smell was intoxicating, and Fran loved the idea that the fruit was from the trees and bushes on their property.

She laughed as she recalled the children coming home last summer covered head to toe with blackberry juice. They had carried the bucket which was half full of the juicy ripe berries. Their faces testified to what had happened to the other half. That had been the afternoon that Ian had found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and had made love to her in there. Her body started to tremble as she recalled how he had started by nuzzling the back of her neck. His hands had snaked around her to caress and tease her nipples, causing her to go weak at the knees. 

"Where are our Nat and John, love?" He had asked.

"I sent them out to pick a bucket of blackberries." She had answered croakily.

Ian had then proceeded to unbutton her blouse and hitch her skirt up before he had picked her up to deposit her on the work bench. Starting at her mouth, he kissed her all over working his way steadily down towards her feet. By the time he had got to her now sopping wet pussy, Fran was shaking with want. He pushed aside the black thong she wore.

"Oh God, Ian, please fuck me," she had pleaded, but he had continued his onslaught on her, rubbing the tip of his nose on her hard little clit as his tongue entered her, licking around the walls of her vagina. 

"Please love, I need something inside me. Please fuck me," Fran again implored. 

Ian's answer was to reach for the cucumber on the bench waiting to be chopped up in the salad and pushed it inside her before she realized what he was doing. At first she baulked at this strange object entering her, but her pussy had other ideas and as Ian started to fuck her with it, her body built its crescendo before erupting into an earth moving orgasm. Ian removed the cucumber and tossed it in the rubbish bin before turning back to her with his head bent. Moving his mouth to her pussy once again, he started to suck and slurp at the juices pouring out of her. 

He had picked her up then carried her to their bedroom. On their bed, Ian had made sweet tender love to her bringing her to another orgasm before spilling his seed deep inside. They had lain together snuggling after as was their practice. Then descending the stairs, they had walked out to the porch where they sat waiting together for the kids to return from their blackberry picking.

A loud smacking noise brought her out of her reverie. John had landed a snowball on Nat and was laughing as he continued to pelt her with more. Fran looked at her watch again, wondering if Ian had finished his shopping yet and on his way home to them. She called to the children that they had ten more minutes then time to feed the animals and have their baths. 

"Awww!" complained John. "We have only just started."

"Ten minutes!" Fran said sternly before smiling at them and entering the kitchen. 

Sending up a silent prayer that the traffic would be light and the shops not too crowded, Ian started the car and headed downtown. It was a long drive out to Hawkswood but it was worth having to commute to work so the kids had plenty of space, John to explore the woods, always with the dogs by his side. So much like Fran in looks but so full of mischief, Ian chuckled to himself thinking of all the times he came running home clothes torn, covered in mud with his latest prize to show his mum, usually some creepy crawly that had Fran and Nat screaming as he chased them. 

"Dammit, Ian, stop encouraging him," was Fran's usual response. "He's such a tease, just like you." 

Nat was different, tall and slender with the first hint of the beauty she will have in just a few short years. Her passion was riding, which she did every chance she got, looking so graceful astride her pony. 

The smell of the pie filled Fran's senses as she walked into the room. Going to the stove, she checked and found it was ready. Fran donned her oven mitts and removed the pie from the stove, placing it on the cooling rack near the window. She turned and quickly started cleaning up the mess. Stacking and setting the dishwasher, she gave the counter another quick wipe over before heading to the back door to call the children inside.

The dogs ran inside first, heading directly to their food bowls. Stumps were wagging as they anxiously waited for their supper to be served. John followed thru the door, complaining as always when he had to stop playing and come in. His cheeks were flushed with excitement matching his red hair. He looked like a young male version of his mother. The same strawberry blond hair with just a hint of a curl. The same smattering of freckles arching his nose as hers had when she was his age. The same deep grey/blue eyes that lit up with the excitement of life. Nat brought up the rear, shutting the door behind her. She was tall for her age and had a body that threatened to curve in all the right places in a few years time. She was the image of her dad but in a pretty way. Her dark hair was cut short in an elfin style, framing her pretty face. Her large eyes were surrounded with the longest, darkest lashes making her hazelly brown pupils light up. But she wasn't all her dad. Nat's long legs were from her mother's genes. Ian had often groaned that he would need a shotgun to keep all the prospective boy friends at bay and it looked like he would be right.

"Mum, snow is awesome!" John expounded for the hundredth time in the last week. 

He went to the fridge removing the scraps of meat set in there for the dogs and filling up the plates. Greedily the dogs gulped at their food, growling at each other if they threatened to invade the other's space. 

"Please go have your baths now. Don't make me tell you again," Fran ordered them. "Your Dad should be home anytime now, and we have to finish trimming the Christmas tree before dinner."

They headed out of the kitchen, and she heard them stomping up the stairs. Fran headed thru the door to the lounge room, the dogs, now finished eating, following her. She picked up the huge box of ornaments from the side table and brought it closer to the tree. It was an enormous evergreen, Ian and the children had picked. She wondered once again how they would reach the top to place the angel on the tip. The angel's wing tips would only just clear the ceiling when she was set in her position. 

Looking outside, Fran saw that it was starting to get dark. She walked to the light switch, turning it on. Then to the power point that controlled the Christmas lights that Ian, John and Nat had put up outside a few weeks ago. She turned it on and saw the blue lights flashing around the windows and eaves. She had wrapped all the presents the day before, and they now lay beside the tree ready to be opened the next day. There were a few more to come including the ones Ian was getting on the way home. Two still lay hidden in their bedroom, the tags reading with love from Santa. These would come out when they were tucked up in bed fast asleep.

"Not that they really believe in Santa anymore," Fran said a little sadly. 

After going to the stereo and turning it on, she walked to the sofa, sitting down to relax. Christmas carols belted out of the speakers. It was Nat's favorite song "I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus." She still giggles when she hears it even though she had just turned thirteen. Fran relaxed back on the sofa and reminisced about their first Christmas together. It was in Australia some fifteen years ago. They had met at a hotel Ian was staying in on a business trip and had instantly fallen in love as well as lust. They had become an item and a short month later it was Christmas. 

Ian had asked her what she would like for Christmas, and she had jokingly replied, just him. Christmas morning she had woken next to him and when she opened her eyes, saw that he was laying there on his side looking at her. Her eyes followed his body downwards and she giggled when she saw his huge erection tied with a big red bow. 

"Mmmmm all for me?" she had asked chuckling.

Ian had proceeded to make love to her slowly and sensually making her cum three times before letting himself release. As they had lain snuggling in each others arms after, Ian had turned to his bedside table removing a small box. He had opened it and removed the most beautiful solitaire diamond ring. Placing it on her finger, he asked her to marry him. There was never a hesitation. Fran knew they were soul mates and destined to be together. 

"Yes." She answered before kissing him deeply. 

They had then made love again, both getting extremely sweaty in the heat of their passion as well as the promise of the heat to come with the day. 

Just then Nat and John came bounding into the room, bringing her out of her reverie. 

"Dad not home yet!" John said in disappointment.

"He shouldn't be much longer love," his mother replied.

Fran was getting a little anxious herself. He should have been home some time ago. She thought perhaps that he had decided to buy extra presents and was having trouble deciding on what. Worry creased her brow and she prayed that was all that was holding him up. She got up to go to the phone, thinking to call his mobile. But when she lifted the receiver it was dead. No dial tone was to be detected at all. 

"Damn phone company, that's the third time this week. Oh well, that would explain why he hadn't rang to tell her he would be late." She thought to herself.

"Okay kids, looks like Dad is gonna be late so you may as well start hanging the baubles on the lower branches," Fran said with a pretend joviality. She was really getting worried about her husband but didn't want the kids to see that worry.

Reaching the shopping mall Ian quickly headed to the boutique where he had seen the perfect gift for Fran. Walking past the sexy lingerie on display his thoughts drifted back to the time he came home early and caught Fran dusting wearing just a black lace apron and tiny black thong, her legs encased in sheer black stockings. 

With her back to him Ian had sneaked behind her wrapping his arms around her his lips brushing across her neck as his hands slipped beneath the apron to tease her nipples. 

" Mmmmm you're early love, " Fran moaned as she reached behind to stroke the length of his already hard cock through his trousers. 

As he continued his soft kisses on her neck and across her shoulder, Ian's hand slowly slid down Fran's body across her flat stomach until he reached the tiny strip of hair that meant her clit was only inches from his fingertips. Stopping there as he rolled one nipple gently between his fingers and thumb, he felt Fran stand on tip toe trying to move her clit towards his fingers. 

"Please Ian don't teas,." Fran whispered then moaned softly as one fingertip began slowly circling her clit her legs parting as her hand tore at his pants to release his throbbing cock. 

As it slipped between her thighs, Ian could feel her warm wet pussy lips around the shaft, the tip of his cock touching her clit as his finger continued stroking it. Turning in his arms, lips finding his in a hungry kiss, Fran ripped off his shirt her nails scratching lightly across his chest. 

Breaking free from their kiss Fran gasps, "Fuck me, Ian, please, I've been waiting all day for this." 

Lifting her in his arms, her legs around him, Ian had lowered her until just the tip of his cock entered her pussy moving his hips slowly. 

Nipping his shoulder gently with her teeth Fran whispers, "Stop teasing and fuck me hard," and with one movement Ian lowers Fran onto his hard throbbing cock burying it deep in her pussy. Then, pushing her against the wall, begins fucking her with long, slow strokes, his wiry pubic hair rubbing against her clit. 

Fran's nails rake his back leaving bloody marks as her orgasm builds. Sensing she's ready and feeling her pussy gripping his shaft, Ian slams his cock in faster, fucking her wildly, balls tightening as he races to cum with her. Their moans become one as her body rocks with orgasm and his cock explodes deep inside her. 

At that moment Ian's attention returns to the present, and he blushes when he notices a young salesgirl staring at the obvious erection he has. 

"Can I help you sir?" she giggles. 

Blushing even more Ian quickly picks out the gift he has already chosen for Fran, a burgundy satin basque with matching thong that he knows will look perfect on her. 

As he pays for it, the salesgirl smiles and with a twinkle in her eye says, "I hope you both enjoy that. You looked like you did choosing it." 

Blushing once more and grinning from ear to ear Ian replies, "I'm sure we will," and rushes out anxious to be home. 

In Hawkswood, the children started to hang some balls. Natalie was telling John where he should put them. Of course as per usual he was ignoring her and hanging them where he pleased. Two of the dogs lay crouched around their feet, their short tails thumping against the carpet. Hovis had seen the balls and thought they were to have a game of fetch. He pranced around them waiting for them to throw a ball to him.

"Aagh sit down, Hovis." said Nat. "You will knock over the Christmas tree."

But Hovis continued to circle the box which contained all the bright balls. John held up some silver bells that tinkled as he moved them. 

"This was Nana's, right Mum?" he asked her.

"Yes love," his mother answered. "It's such a shame that she never got to meet the both of you or your Dad," she added wistfully.

"Tell us about Christmas when you were a girl, Mum," Nat asked.

She was always in for a story, our Nat. Their Mum sat back and recounted some things that they had done or had happened around Christmas when she was a child. The children sat engrossed even though they had heard most of the stories before. Bing Cosby was singing "White Christmas" in the background. Fran glanced at her watch and saw it was past time for them to have their supper. 

"Well, we may as well start our dinner, kids. Looks like your Dad has been held up."

Driving along, Ian's thoughts turn to his family and what they would be doing now, Fran would be in the kitchen busy preparing for Christmas day, her hair tied back in a pony tail which somehow made her look even sexier than normal. All his favorite dishes would be prepared, and Ian's mouth began to water as he imagined the aroma that would greet him when he got home. 

The kids would be outside playing in the snow, John throwing snowballs at Nat who would pretend to sulk before chasing after him and rolling him in the snow as the dogs darted between them wanting to join in the fun. Fran, he knew would have one eye on the baking and the other on the kids smiling at their rough and tumble games and careful to call them in before they got too cold knowing they would never admit it themselves. As he smiled to himself thinking he would soon be home and in Fran's arms, hopefully long enough for a long passionate kiss before the kids noticed he was home, Ian noticed the car was losing power. 




Christmas at Hawkwood



"Shit just what I need today of all days!" Ian cursed. Reaching for his cell phone, he called home only to find the line was dead. 

"Great, stuck in the middle of nowhere, and I can't let Fran know I'll be late," he thought as he went over his options. 

Leaving the car was out because he had to pick his Mum and Dad up to bring over for Christmas dinner. Luckily Ian knew a garage not too far away and thankfully the line back to town seemed ok. After lots of persuasion and agreeing to pay four times the rate, the mechanic agreed to come out to look at the car. 

As he waited Ian began reminiscing about the night he first met Fran. He had been on business in Australia, and, as he prepared for another lonely meal, he spotted her at the hotel bar, her dress clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin, her dark copper colored hair gleaming in the soft lights of the bar. He hadn't meant to stare, and his look of embarrassment made her smile as she looked up and their eyes met. 

That one brief smile melted Ian's heart, and he plucked up the courage to ask her to join him for a meal. Ian will never forget the way Fran teased him as they read the menu, her foot slowly sliding up his leg to rest gently between his thighs, her toes massaging his now erect cock. How Ian kept a straight face ordering the meal will remain a mystery. Looking into her eyes and seeing the mischievous glint in them, Ian had removed one shoe and sock to repay the teasing and was both shocked and excited to find Fran had decided not to wear panties beneath her dress. 

A smile began to play across Fran's lips as Ian's toe found her clit, rubbing it softly. At that point if they hadn't left for Ian's room, the rest of the diners would have witnessed the first live sex show in the hotel's history. As soon as the lift doors closed, Ian had dropped to his knees, his lips enveloping her clit as his tongue flicked over it. Fran's hands soon moved to his head forcing his mouth against her pussy wanting his tongue inside her, moaning loudly as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. 

The lift doors opened and taking her hand, Ian led Fran to his room. No sooner had the door closed behind them, they had begun tearing at each others clothes in their frantic haste to be naked together. After a night of almost animal passion which left them both exhausted, fulfilled and happy in equal measures, they were hardly apart for the next month, Fran eager to show Ian the sights of her native city. 

They spent the days walking hand in hand like lovesick teenagers not caring about the strange looks from passers-by as they stopped to kiss passionately or giggled like children as they splashed in the fountain at the shopping mall. The nights were spent exploring each others bodies, finding new ways to arouse and pleasure each other. At the end of that first month it was Christmas; and Ian had decided that Fran was the woman he had been searching for all his life. and. after making love to her on Christmas morning. he proposed to her. The moment she said yes Ian was the happiest man on the planet. 

A tap on the window brought him out of his daydream, it was the mechanic at last. 

"Thank God you're here at last," Ian says to him. "It's getting dark, and I promised to help the kids trim the tree before bedtime." 

Fran led the children into the kitchen and served up some of the casserole she had prepared earlier. They all sat around the table eating, and the children discussing what presents they hoped to get tomorrow. Fran knew what she wanted. The same thing she asked for and got every year, Ian. The same red bow would be tied to his magnificent cock when she woke. They would make beautiful love as they did most morning and evenings too.

"Hell, who am I kidding," she told herself. "Doesn't much matter what time of the day it was." She and Ian had an active, inventive love life. He would often come home from work on his early shifts to carry her off to their bedroom or to almost any other room depending on his mood at the time. Often on his days off, if the children were at school, they would hop onto his bike and travel to some of their favorite spots and spend the day making love underneath the trees or besides a creek or waterfall.

"Hmm, waterfall." Fran reflected.

She remembered the first time they had found the waterfall some 20 minutes from their home in Australia. Her pulse started to race as she recalled how they had swam naked in the pool beneath the falls. How they had stood under the falls letting the water cascade over them as Ian had kissed, suckled, and fondled her breasts and nipples until they were hard as rocks and pointing out like twin erasers. How his fingers had found her clit and touched it tenderly sending shots of electricity through her body and then proceeded on to her sweet tight little pussy, fingering her as he felt the muscles grip around him. 

She had left bloody marks on his shoulders where her fingers had dug in as he filled her with his hard throbbing cock, pumping inside her, the water being pushed out of her with each thrust. The tip of his penis had pounded her cervix as they both came together. She giggled as she remembered how they had collapsed afterward, getting a dunking as they did.

"Mum can I have a glass of milk?" asked John.

"Huh?" said Fran being brought out of her recollection.

"A glass of milk please, Mum," John repeated.

Nat added. "Me too, please." 

The long legged red head stood up and walked to the fridge, opening it and taking the carton of milk out. She walked back to the table and poured them each one, including herself. Putting the milk back in the fridge, Fran went back and sat in her chair. She glanced at the kitchen clock, noting it was now well after 7pm. Noticing the children watching her with a concerned look, she turned on her smile.

"Who would like some chocolate cake and ice-cream?"

Both the children stopped their worrying and clamored out a resounding yes please. So she busied herself cutting them both a slice and adding a scoop of ice-cream to the bowl. They were soon tucking in, laughing and chatting as they ate. When they had finished, they all stood up together. The kids carried their dishes to the sink and Natalie rinsed them off and stacked them on the sink ready for the dishwasher. Fran asked them to clear the rest of the table. Then they could go play their Xbox while she cleaned up. She noticed Natalie steal a piece of the beef from the casserole pot and sneak it to Cleo.

"No wonder that dog is so fat," she laughed to herself.

Kitchen tidy and dishwasher humming away, the tall redhead ambled into the lounge. Natalie was still working on the tree. John was testing the presents to see how much his gift weighed, trying to guess their contents.

"John, you know, if I find any of those presents have been tampered with then I shall take them to the ministers to hand out to the poor."

John quickly put the present he had been examining down and looked guiltily at his mother. Nat turned and asked her mother if they could watch the Christmas carols on the telly, giving her brother a reprieve. Standing up, Fran went to the stereo to turn the music off and the television on. She went back to the couch, curling her long legs under her. Her daughter came and sat beside her, touching the ankle bracelet that her Mum always wore. Fran lifted her arm for her daughter to snuggle up, and Natalie quickly took advantage. Fran dropped her arm around her daughter's shoulder, pulling her closer. She then raised her other arm calling John to her. He ran to take his place but didn't stay snuggled up like his sister for long. He sat up watching the telly, humming to himself quietly.

The clock ticked ominously on the mantle, once again reminding Fran that her man was awfully late. All kinds of disasters were running thru her mind. She knew if she lost Ian she would lose part of her being and would never feel whole again. Fourteen wonderful years of marriage and they were still best friends. 

She smiled to herself as she recalled their wedding day. It had been a cool day in June, and she remembered how handsome Ian had looked in his tux. She had peeked in before walking down the aisle. Ian had been fidgeting with the neck of his shirt. He looked so nervous and so uncomfortable out of his usual jeans and t-shirt.

Walking down the aisle in her clinging silk dress reminiscent of the 50s, her long hair curling over her shoulders and small silk hat with the tiny veil in front, the bride looked lovingly at her future husband as she prepared to walk to his side. His face, on seeing her, had gone from worried to overjoyed to awestruck as he watched his beauty walk towards him. They had danced the night away, mostly slow dancing, until finally Ian was able to dash away with his new bride. Their honeymoon that night at a suite in the Sheraton would be etched in her memory forever. It was the hotel they had first met in so already had special memories to them both. 

The suite was luxurious and the bed enormous. The hotel had left them champagne, and they toasted their future together. Fran had told Ian that she needed to do girl stuff and had left him to go into the huge bathroom taking her overnight case with her. She quickly washed her makeup off and splashed on some of her Dune perfume before stepping out of her going away outfit. She opened her overnight case and removed the white lace nightie, donning it over her svelte body. She reached for the white crutchless thong that she had bought a few months previously especially for tonight. The young bride giggled as she thought of her new husband finding they were crutchless. Packing her things back in her case and hanging up her dress, she quickly ran the brush thru her long red locks.

Ian was sitting on the bed in his shorts, and his mouth dropped when he saw her walk thru the bathroom door. The light from the bathroom haloed her making her appear like an angel, albeit a very sexy one. The short nightie showed off her long shapely legs. The low cut bodice seemed to frame her glorious mounds in white lace. He stood and walked to her taking her in his arms. A long passionate kiss started an evening so full of love and love making that Fran was surprised she was able to walk in the morning.

They had never been apart overnight since except for the two times Fran was in hospital after giving birth to their children. 

"Oh God, what would I do without him," she thought, not for the first time that night.

The clock struck 10pm. Fran told the kids it was bedtime. They fought it at first, saying they wanted to stay up for their father. But Fran insisted, saying he may be a lot later yet and Santa wouldn't come if they were awake. The thought of losing out on a present soon had them obeying. They kissed their mother goodnight as she tucked them in. 

Setting up her surprise for Ian, she once more worried where he might be. Fran checked the phone again, finding it still dead, before sitting down and flicking thru the channels she found Miracle On 42nd Street and settled back to watch.

She started to doze off with the dogs lying at her feet. Cleo took advantage of the fact to slip on the couch beside her, pushing her head under Fran's hands.

Luckily the fault was an easy one to fix, and Ian was soon on his way, for once not bothered at being overcharged just happy to be heading home to his loving family and anxious to get there soon as he knew Fran would be getting worried. 

Approaching the house, Ian could see the twinkling of lights from the Christmas tree through the open curtains. 

"Looks like I got here too late," he said to himself. "I'll make it up to the kids in the morning."

As it was late and he knew Nat and John would be in bed, Ian quietly opened the door and crept in, the dogs as usual rushing to greet him tails wagging furiously. Giving them a quick stroke, he noticed Fran asleep on the sofa in front of the log fire. On the table beside her stood a bottle of champagne in an ice bucker with a bowl of strawberries. 

Alongside these was a note which read, "Wake me when you get in, darling. I have a surprise for you. " 

Knowing Fran's surprises for him usually involved the minimum of clothing, Ian first lifted a fresh log onto the fire. The room crackled as the bark on the log ignited. A warm glow filled the room, casting red shadows over Fran's sleeping face.

Ian walked towards Fran, removing his jacket as he did. He looked at his wife as he approached. The clinging sweater was a deep shade of red. A color that she often wore. Her snug fitting jeans accentuated her long legs.

The sound of the log igniting has woken Fran, and she looked up to see Ian standing admiring her in the golden firelight.

She smiled up at him and said, "Welcome home, love. I was so worried about you."

Kneeling beside the sofa, Ian leaned forward to kiss Fran tenderly. She returned his kiss, her hands locking behind his neck.

"Sorry I'm late darling, trouble with the car." He explained.

"You're here now. That's the important thing," Fran told him.

As their lips locked in a sweet passionate kiss, Ian's hands slowly moved beneath Fran's top. His fingertips lightly stroke up and down her spine raising goose bumps on her skin. She moaned as his fingers send ripples of electricity surging thru her body. Her hands ran down his back pulling him closer.

"Are you hungry, love?" Fran mumbled between kisses.

"Mmmmm," Ian moaned. "Now about that surprise you promised me!"

"Oh, I nearly forgot. The champagne. I hope it's still cold."

"Let's move to the sheepskin rug darling, it's cozier there," Ian seductively suggests.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Fran replied as she stood up holding his hand

They walked to the rug and Fran went into Ian's arms, kissing him passionately. Her hands frantically fumbled with the buttons of Ian's shirt in her haste to undress him. Finally she had all buttons undone and her fingers wound themselves thru his hairy chest. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it on the couch.

Ian quickly helped Fran off with her top, pulling it over her head and lowering his head to flick his tongue over her hard nipples one by one. She nuzzled her lips into Ian's shoulder, nipping, sucking, kissing the skin. She left her mark as her fingers raked his back. Her nipples hardened to his ministrations. Fran's hands came to the front, unbuckling his belt before unzipping his jeans. Pulling Fran down onto the deep luxurious rug, Ian pulled her to him, his hand moving down her body to unfasten her jeans 

As she lay back, Fran kicked off her jeans and was now lying on the rug with just her thong. Pushing his shorts down over his hips, Ian's hard throbbing cock was now free and standing at attention. Leaning on one elbow, Ian's eyes roved across Fran's beautiful body, taking in the fullness of her breasts with their hard pink nipples before moving admiringly down the rest of her torso.

Their lips met in a deep kiss, tongues finding each others and twisting in a wild dance. Tasting Fran's sweet kiss, Ian's hand moved where his eyes had been seconds before, gently rolling one nipple between his fingers and thumb and making her gasp with pleasure. Fran's hands were all over Ian's body, wanting all of him at once.

With Fran's attention diverted by her eagerness for Ian's body, he reached for the ice bucket and took an ice cube.

"Oh God, no" Fran said as she noticed him at the ice.

With a glint in his eye, Ian placed the ice on Fran's nipple circling it slowly. She squirmed under the ice as the melted water trickled over her breasts. The aureoles puckered lightly as her nipples hardened even more. Ian replaced the ice with his lips gently sucking the hard nipple into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth.

"Oh God." She groaned again as she arched her back to push her breasts at his mouth.

As Fran squirmed with pleasure, Ian slowly traced a path down her body with the ice. Her body writhed under the assault. Her pussy dripped and throbbed with want. She felt his manhood pressing into her leg. 

Reaching her clit, Ian rolled the ice around it, feeling Fran's legs parting as her excitement built.

"Please Ian," she begged.

"I know what you want darling," said Ian as he moved to kneel between Fran's thighs.

Fran raised her hips, giving Ian a bird's eye view of her swollen glistening lips. Smiling up at her, Ian lowered his head and kissed all around Fran's throbbing clit careful not to touch it just yet. For the thousandth time, Fran thought to herself what a tease her husband is, as she groaned wanting more. Her pussy pulsed with excitement as she felt his warm breath on her nether regions. As his mouth moved closer to Fran's clit, Ian slid the ice across her moist swollen lips. 

The muscles in her vagina clamped tightly as the chill of the ice hit her hot wet lips. Her long nails left red trails across his shoulders as she tried to push him closer. The mixed sensations of the ice and the warmth of Ian's lips, as they closed on her clit, make Fran gasp as she pushed her pussy up to meet his assault. Her pussy quivered under his lips as her body built to its crescendo. Ian's tongue flicked out teasing Fran's throbbing clit before moving down to slide between her lips. She pushed her pussy up at him, wanting him inside. Her hands clamped around the back of his head, pushing him into her.

Moving his tongue in tiny circles, Ian slowly slid it deep inside Fran's pussy until the tip reaches her G spot, his top lip pressing gently on her clit. Fran's body rocked as Ian found her spot, her climax rapidly reaching its peak, the muscles in her pussy tightening around his tongue.

"Aaarrrgh, Ian. I am cumming." Fran screamed.

Ian's hands moved to Fran's breasts pinching her nipples as her orgasm built. Tossing and turning, Fran's body expelled her juices as the orgasm reached its peak. Her nails raked across Ian's shoulders leaving bloody marks as her whole body vibrated with the force of her orgasm. Shaking still, she laid back exhausted.

"Oh God, love. That was indescribable."

Slowly Ian kissed his way up Fran's body, and as their lips met he pulls her close holding her tight.

"I love you, Fran," Ian whispered.

"I love you," Fran echoed as she held him tight.

"Now it's my turn to tease" said Fran as she rolled on top of Ian with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

She forced him back and kneeled astride him before she reached for the champagne. His hard cock was imprisoned between her sopping pussy and his stomach. She leaned forward to kiss him deeply as she brushed her nipples across his hard chest. Rubbing her wet pussy over his hot rigid cock, she kissed her way down his chest. Ian's hands moved to caress Fran's long graceful legs gliding over the soft curve of her hips as they kissed.

"Don't try and distract me," she told him while holding her glass of champagne to the side.

"Oh God, Fran, I want you so much!" Ian gasped. 

She slid down his legs as she kissed lower. When his throbbing head hit her chin, she looked up at him a gives him a cheeky smile. Lowering her head back to the task at hand, she slid her lips over the knob, her tongue dancing over the eye and around the rim.

"Please, Fran, don't tease," Ian begged. 

She looked up at him and fluttered her eyelids. "Who, me?"

Raising his hips, Ian tried to slip his cock between Fran's lips wanting so much to feel her mouth around it. But she turned her head away and brought the glass to her lips. Fran took a mouthful. Holding it on her tongue, she once again took in his red gleaming head.

"Oooohhhhh yessssssss," is all Ian could manage as the champagne bubbles burst over the tip of his throbbing cock.

Bubbles popping on the sensitive skin around the eye, Fran lovingly stroked his length as her tongue did its dance over the eye. Her hand found his testicles and caressed them as her mouth took Ian in deeper. Torn between the desire to cum and not wanting the exquisite sensation to stop, Ian resisted the urge to move and laid back moaning softly.




Christmas at Hawkwood



"You sound like you need something to fill your mouth love," Fran said cheekily as she sat up to place her glass on the coffee table.

"Mmmmm," replies Ian, "and you know just what I want."

Reaching for three of the de-stemmed strawberries, Fran quickly popped them into her wet puss. She turned herself around to the 69 position. Then her mouth continued its assault on Ian's member. Her hand went back to gently kneading his balls as the index finger traced its way from his scrotum to his arse. Meanwhile her mouth and throat were working their magic on his length.

With gentle fingertips, Ian parted Fran's pussy lips as his tongue moved between them. As her mouth came back to the tip, Fran's finger found its mark and pushed gently at his opening. Her tongue was drumming a tattoo over his head.

She felt Ian's tongue licking the walls of her vagina, working its way around the first strawberry. Ian's hips rose up to meet Fran's finger as his tongue lapped at her juices, the taste of the strawberries mingling with the sweetness of her pussy.

Sucking down his length again, she poked her finger in deeper. The saltiness of Ian's skin blended well with the aftertaste of the champagne and her mouth started to fuck his length as her finger fucked his arse. Moaning into Fran's pussy, Ian's tongue pressed the first strawberry against the wall of Fran's pussy, the soft fruit bursting open for him to suck greedily from her. Fran resisted the temptation to turn and ride this sexy husband of hers. Her mouth and throat continued their assault on him.

She pushed her finger in deeper and forward to press against his prostrate. Her own body squirmed under his mouth. He was driving her wild with want. His thumb pressing gently on Fran's clit, Ian's tongue pushed deeper licking all around her pussy as her mouth and finger drove him wild with ecstasy. Fran's other hand was on his cheek, pinching it as she felt her body reacting, building.

Knowing the effect it would have on Fran, Ian slowly licked his way to her arse pressing the tip of his tongue to her pink rosebud. She pulled him deeper into her mouth as her finger continued to fuck him.

"Oh God, love, I am gonna cum again," Fran said between sucks.

Ian's fingers found their way to Fran's pussy rotating as they slide slowly in and out. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, Fran's powerful pussy muscles contracting around Ian's fingers turning the strawberries to mush as they mingled with her juices. She fucked his cock with her mouth, harder, faster, as she felt her climax build to its peak. His tongue pushing slowly into her arse taking her to new heights of passion. Feeling his balls tighten in the palm of her hand, Fran let herself go in another earth moving orgasm. Wanting to share Fran's orgasm, Ian let himself go, his cock exploding in her mouth. Greedily she lapped and sucked at his seed. A final spurt from Ian and she licked the last drops from his now saliva covered cock. Pressing his mouth to Fran's pussy, Ian licked and swallowed her juices.

"I hope you get all those strawberries." She laughingly told him.

"Mmmmm strawberry smoothie," Ian said between licks.

Laughing, Fran turned around to snuggle with this man who she loved so dearly. Brushing the hair from Fran's face, Ian kissed her tenderly and wrapped his arms around her.

"We should go to bed, love, and try and get some sleep before the kids wake up."

"I'll love you until the earth stops turning, my darling" Ian whispered before taking Fran's hand and leading her to bed.

Sleep didn't come straight away. They continued their love making till the early hours of the morning before finally both crashing to sleep. They slept enveloped in each others arms, exhausted but happy and more in love than any two people could be.

The sun was barely over the horizon, the next morning when what sounded like a stampede of wild elephants came rushing thru their door.

"Bloody hell, love," Ian laughed. "Is it an earthquake?"

John jumped on the bed next to his father. "Mum, Dad, quick we got presents to open."

Winking at Fran, Ian said, "Presents? What presents?" 

"Mmmm, too early," Fran says sleepily.

They both laughed when John and Nat both looked so downcast. Ian pulled his family to him for a group hug before they let their children drag them downstairs.



Christmas at Home



During the first few months of my freshman year in college, when I told my new friends that I was, well, homesick, they all thought I was a wimp. But what they didn't know was that what I really missed was my mother's pussy.

So now I was going home for the Christmas break, and my cock was throbbing during the first part of the flight. Of course, the fact that there was an attractive girl in the seat next to me didn't help matters one bit.

After the first hour, I was so hard that my cock was hurting. To remedy the situation, I asked the flight attendant (who was also a looker, with tits out to here and an ass to die for) for a blanket. I covered myself with it and let my dick out of the tight confines of my pants, and then slipped my hand underneath the blanket and discreetly moved it up and down my stiff flesh.

Only I guess I wasn't discreet enough, because the girl beside me noticed. She cleared her throat, bringing me back to reality with a start. I grinned sheepishly at her, but all she said was, "Want a hand there?"

Without waiting for an answer, she reached under the blanket and began to stroke my cock. Her hand was small and warm and it felt so, so good on my pole as it moved up and down, squeezing my shaft and gently rubbing my dick head. Pretty soon she was jerking me off all-out, and I was nearly ready to shoot in my new friend's hand until she made me a better offer.

"Let's go to the bathroom," she whispered. "I'll go first."

As she walked to the back of the plane, I kept an eye on her to see which bathroom she went into while I closed my pants. Once she was inside, I slipped in with her and locked the door.

She was facing the toilet with her skirt raised and her panties in the little sink. Her ass was thrust into the air, tempting me to fuck it, but I didn't know if that was part of the deal. Anyway, her pussy looked and smelled wonderful. So I got my pants down around my ankles, guided my cock to her cunt and slid right in. Her cunt was warm and tight and good, but I kept thinking about my beautiful mother and all the things I wanted to do with her when I got home.

I saw myself eating my mother's pussy as my cock drove in and out of this stranger's pussy. I had a new dildo in my carry-on bag and I couldn't wait to have my mother shove it up my ass. And just as the word "ass" passed through my mind, I heard a hissing whisper from the girl I was boning. "My ass. Put it in my ass."

So I pulled out of her pussy and pushed my rod, which was dripping with our combined juices, against her puckered star. She relaxed fully, seeming to become boneless all over as she leaned against the wall, and suddenly my cock head was in. I love that moment. I followed up on it by pressing my shaft all the way home until my balls were bumping against her pussy lips.

Then I was rocking and rolling in her tight ass while she diddled her clit and moaned. Soon she was trying to scream out her orgasm, except that I had my hand over her mouth to muffle her, and I was grunting as I shot load after load of jism up her ass. When we were both finished, I gave her a few last thrusts just for fun and then pulled out. I watched my come dribble out of her hole and down her butt cheeks as she pulled her panties on.

Then we were back in her seats, and with three hours to go before my reunion with Mom, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew the plane was descending fast, and my cock was hard again. I reached for my new friend's hand and put it under the blanket myself this time. She unzipped me and played with me, and pretty soon her pretty little head was under the blanket and she was deep-throating me very nicely.

She wasn't anywhere near as good as Mom -- not enough practice, I guess -- but she could definitely suck cock, so I rewarded her efforts with another round of jism blasts to go with the ones that were probably filling her panties by now. When she cleaned me up, zipped me up, and sat up again, I thanked her nicely with a tongue-tangling kiss, tasting the flavor of my come still in her mouth.

When I woke up the next time, the girl was gone and the plane was mostly empty. I deplaned and made my way to the security checkpoint. There was my mother waiting for me, as I had known she would be. Seeing her sent a thrill through my whole body, and once again I was rock hard in my pants. Even at 42 she was still gorgeous. My eyes took in her tits, her long legs, her well-rounded ass, and visions of my mother lying on her marriage bed, her legs locked around my hips and her heels digging into my ass, filled my fevered brain.

In reality, my mother threw her arms around me and kissed me -- on the cheek. I loved the feeling of her body against mine, but she gave no hint that she was aware of my reaction. As we walked to the parking lot where she had left the car, she handed me the keys and said "Why don't you drive this time? I want both hands free."

Ah, that was the mother I knew! The second I started the ignition, Mom slide up close to me, and before we'd even left the parking lot her hand was on my thigh and moving up.

"I wish now I'd let you drive so I could play with your pussy," I said, grinning at her.

Mom didn't say anything. She just unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard-on, and started pumping. I kept my eyes on the road, but I couldn't help making motions with my hips as she played with me. She jerked my cock slowly as I drove over the interchanges to get on the highway, but as soon as I was on the long straight stretch leading to my family home, my mother's head was in my lap and my cock was in her mouth.

I'd forgotten just how talented her tongue was. I gasped as she took more and more of my prick inside her, and it took all I had to keep my eyes on the road as she gave me an expert blow job. Then my cock was jerking in her mouth and unloading gobs of semen straight down her throat.

"You taste funky," was all my mother said as she sat upright again, fondling my pipe.

"Got some on the plane," I said with a shrug. "But no pussy is as good as yours, Mom."

"I hope you didn't wear yourself out," she said seriously. "I'm going to need you to get hard over and over again, you know."

I reminded her that I was eighteen and it was no problem. And the second we walked into the house, I scooped my mother up in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. Dad was away on business, so we had the whole house to ourselves for now. I dropped her body on the bed and pulled her clothes off quickly, then had her sit on the edge and took her nipples into my mouth.

They were stiff already, but they got even stiffer, and Mom started to breathe so fast that I thought she might come before I got down to her cunt. I didn't want that to happen, so I quickly licked my way down her belly and thrust my face right into her crotch.

Mom spread her legs wide, so I could get even closer, and I teased her for a while, bringing my tongue close to her throbbing clit but not touching it. Instead my tongue caressed her slick, puffy lips and delved into her wet hole.

Her whole body was shuddering as she pushed her pussy into my face. Both her hands were on my head, her fingers tangled in my hair. At last I gave her clit the attention it so badly needed, and Mom draped her legs over my shoulders. As I licked and sucked, she gasped and moaned, and when I took her clitoris right into my mouth, she squealed her way to an orgasm, covering my whole face with her juices.

Of course that was just the beginning. I had a lot of lost time to make up for. I ate her pussy for a full hour, giving her one powerful climax after another until she begged me to stop and fuck her. So I climbed on top of my mother and thrust my prick all the way up her cunt in a single stroke. I was fucking her, my beautiful, sexy mother, the woman whose cunt I had been missing for four long months.

She wrapped her legs around me, just as in my fantasy on the plane. Her arms entwined around my neck, and between kisses she murmured, "I missed you so much, I missed your hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt. Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy's cunt!" I did what she told me to, pounding her as her inner muscles clutched tightly around my prick.

My mother's words -- "Fuck me harder, faster, deeper!" -- made me crazy. Soon I couldn't possibly hold out any longer. I burst inside her and shot rope after rope of come all the way up her cunt. She held me close and kissed me, telling me how good it felt to have my come in her pussy. When I was done, I was still hard, so I stayed inside her, and soon my cock was ready for more.

"Let's turn over," she said, smiling at me, and we did. I managed to stay up her, and soon she was bouncing up and down on me while my hands clutched her breasts and toyed with her nipples. Then I reached down and played with her clit until she was coming yet again, coaxing the cream out of me as I shot another load right into her hole.

The moment she slipped off me I was begging her for more. "Suck me, Mom," but she had a better idea. Instead, she lay flat on the bed face up, her head hanging off the edge, and I squatted next to the bed and steered my cock right between her parted lips. The alignment was perfect, and it was the most exciting thing ever, being able to fuck her face as if it was her cunt. Mom used her mouth to squeeze my prick tightly as I thrust the whole thing right down her throat until I could feel her tonsils.

Still, I didn't want to come that way again, so eventually I pulled out, and she licked my cock slit while we got ourselves ready for the next sex act. This time my mother was kneeling against the edge of the bed, and I had grabbed the lube from her night stand to grease myself up and then her top hole. I groaned with pleasure as I stuck the head right in and her asshole opened right up to receive me. I got maybe halfway down before she told me to stop and start fucking her.

I gave my Mom about half my dick up her ass, trying to make sure I wasn't hurting her, holding her cheeks and pulling her backward to meet each thrust. She tried to pull away, as if afraid that I would shove the whole thing up there and hurt her. That was the signal for me to pull even harder on her ass, and soon my balls were resting against her butt cheeks. She was squealing and sobbing and saying "Be gentle! Be gentle with me!"

I knew what that meant, too. "I can't be gentle, Mom. It feels too good to be in your asshole." I pulled all the way out and rammed myself right back in her dilated asshole, one, two, three, four, five times. Then I was fucking her and slapping her ass with my hand, leaving big red marks. I slapped her over and over as I balled her butt, and each time my hand met her cheek, I was closer and closer to coming.

Finally my mother broke down. She wailed, "Fuck my ass, baby. Come in my butt! I want to feel all your jism in my ass, so come for your mother!" That was it for me. I gave her my hardest slap yet and blew my entire load in her bottom, thrusting like a madman as I did it. When I pulled out, I saw that her asshole was a little raw, and my cock jerked, knowing that I had done that to her, that I had worn my own mother's asshole out.

So Mom lay back on the bed on her side to give her throbbing ass a rest, and I gave her a second course of pussy licking. When she had gotten off several more times, we fell asleep together.

When I woke up, it was about two hours later, and Mom was lying on her back snoring gently with her legs apart. Naturally I took advantage of the situation by climbing up on her and fucking her in her sleep. Soon enough she woke up, looking a little startled, but when she felt me moving in her pussy, she hugged me tight and gave me all the encouragement she could. My poor mother's body was all worn out, but of course I still had to have more from her.

So after a while I pulled out of her and moved up along her body until I could straddle her face. It was a bit awkward, and she gagged on my pipe at first, but soon I was down her throat and coming yet again. My mother swallowed every drop of my jism, and let me keep on fucking her face until I was rock hard once again.

Then I pushed and hauled her until she was on her hands and knees, and I was giving her another butt-fucking. One climax in my mother's ass just wasn't enough for me that day. She was wincing at first because her asshole was sore, but all then the soreness turned into heat, and with no extra lube required I dumped my final load of the day into my mother's dark hole. Finally, we both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, my cock getting softer and softer but still hung up in her ass. I woke up that way the next morning and put it to her again on the spot.

Every day after that until Dad came home, I spent the day fucking, sucking, face-fucking and cornholing my beautiful mother, and the night sleeping like a baby locked in her cunt or her ass or just her loving arms. All too soon my father was back, and we had to cool it some, but every day while he was at the office, we continued our frenzied explorations of each other's pleasure centers.

I gave my mother my present to her, the dildo I had had in my suitcase the whole time. If I had been a bit nasty with her ass before, she more than made up for it now, splitting me open and hammering my prostate until I came again and again, even without anyone touching my dick, even after I was too exhausted to shoot any come into the air or even get hard. Mom just loved ramming that hard plastic thing up my flexible ass, and I loved it too.

I was very sad when my vacation ended, and all I had to look forward to were the inexperienced cunts of the girls at school -- even though, with all my mother has taught me, I have no trouble catching them or keeping them as long as I want. Still, I'm looking forward to spring break. Every week I go down to the adult toy store off campus and buy another gadget to use on my Mom when I see her again.

Oh, we're going to have the time of our lives. I can't wait. 



Christmas at Purgatory



Hi lovelies and happy holidays! I hope you like this little side-story treat that takes James and Thalia back to Purgatory for a little fun with Kalen and Maggie. Many many many thanks to my editor who is currently slammed (and not in the fun way) by a lot of other authors' work but made sure to get this back to me in time to pop it under all of your Christmas trees.

Fair warning, there's some group sex in this one! If that's not your thing, leave now and don't ruin your holiday. ^_^

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Christmas Day

Eight months after the auction

Thalia lifted the large pot off the stove and almost dropped it. It was incredibly heavy, and half full of boiled potatoes that Maggie was going to help her turn into mashed potatoes. 

"Ye got it, just pour them into that colander!" Maggie turned back to the oven and yanked the door open, "Oh, shite! Hurry up, I need ye to clear some counter space." Thalia nodded and carefully tilted the pot over the colander in the sink. Steam rose up in a cloud, Maggie was cursing to herself about the turkey, and music was blaring from the speakers in the living room. It was chaos, utter chaos, and Thalia loved it. She'd never had big holidays at home, especially not after her mom died and her father spent most holidays awkwardly trying to ask her questions during commercial breaks of whatever was on TV. She had spent most of her Christmases in an undecorated house unless she was able to escape to a friend's. But that was even weirder, because their family just stared at her and felt sorry for her.

This was the Christmas Thalia had always imagined. 

Loud, crazy, and full of laughter and people who loved each other. Maggie and Kalen had wound garland up the stairs, around the fireplace, and they had a giant tree lit up with lights. There was a wreath on the door, a pile of presents under the tree, and a mountain of food that Maggie had insisted Thalia help with. She was supposed to be learning how to cook from Maggie, but if she was honest she was really just a glorified assistant. 

"Where do you want to put the turkey, Maggie?" Thalia left the potatoes in the colander and set the empty pot in the other half of the sink. 

"Over here, cover the carrots and move them somewhere!" Maggie was flushed. The kitchen was really hot, but since it was freezing outside it wasn't too bad. Thalia rushed to move the carrots and Maggie hauled the turkey out of the oven and replaced the space with it. It was golden, and smelled amazing. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation. 

They were moving around each other with ease in the big kitchen, Maggie was laughing and half telling her to do things, and half doing them for her. If Maggie had let Thalia do everything, dinner would never be ready by the time Kalen got back from his evening visit to the few holiday residents of Purgatory. She and James were personal guests this time so they were staying with them at their home and not in the Dormitory. 

"Ladies, it smells amazing in here. Are you sure I can't help?" James leaned in the doorway and Maggie shoo'ed him with her hands.

"If I needed your help James Hawkins, I would ask for it. This is my kitchen, now out. Out!" Maggie was insistent but laughing as she said it, and James lingered long enough to smile at Thalia and shrug before he turned away. 

"I think the potatoes are done?" Thalia put down the masher and shook out her arm. Maybe Kalen should incorporate cooking into the sub training, because she was pretty sure she had just completed an arm workout. Maggie swept over, tasted them and let out a cheer.

"Yes! Brilliant!" With a heavy breath Maggie turned to survey the kitchen. It was a wreck, it would take hours to clean, but they'd done it. They'd made Christmas dinner, serving dishes and containers were stacked everywhere. A feeling of accomplishment washed over Thalia, she'd never made a dinner like this and the chaos of pots and pans were her trophies."I'm glad you two were able to come, Thalia." Maggie smiled at her as they started separating out the various dishes into two serving sets - one for the Dormitory and one for Kalen and Maggie's table. 

"I am too. Honestly, I'm grateful we ended up coming to Purgatory. The original plan was for me to meet James' parents and..." Thalia bit her cheek as she trailed off, focusing on sealing one of the dishes.

"Not ready for that yet?" Maggie asked, looking over her shoulder at her. 

"Ladies! I'm not interrupting, I come bearing liquor." James had a glass of whisky for Maggie and a glass of wine for her. A blush rushed up Thalia's cheeks as she hoped he hadn't heard her comment over the Christmas music in the living room. She knew he'd been working while they were cooking, and she could only cross her fingers that he'd been too engrossed in that to listen closely.

"Thank you." Thalia grabbed the wine and leaned up to kiss him. Maggie grabbed the other glass and with his hands free James took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Thalia's waist. She tasted the scotch on his lips, on his tongue, as he intensified the kiss. She moaned into his mouth and then Maggie cleared her throat.

"We're not done yet, James. Can ye keep it in yer trousers for a bit?" Maggie rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she started separating the dishes again.

"Of course, I can. At least until after we eat." He grinned at her before he returned his sea green eyes to Thalia. His hand slid down and he squeezed her ass through the dress. "I love you, baby."

Pure joy. That's what she felt every time he said those words. The stupid smile on her face probably expressed it well enough, but she pressed another kiss to his lips before she responded. "I love you too. Now I really should finish helping Maggie." James nodded, his eyes roaming over her one more time before he backed out with a slightly dramatic sigh and returned to his laptop in the living room. 

Maggie lowered her voice, turning to make sure James had left. "So, not ready for the parents yet?"

Thalia shrugged and whispered back, "I don't know, Maggie. I was still trying to figure out if I was ready for that, and then his parents ended up going to Morocco for the holidays and it kind of sorted itself out." She sighed, "At least he wants me to meet them? I mean, he wants me to meet everyone. His friends, his co-workers, his sister, his parents."

"That's a good thing, right?" Maggie was leaning back against the counter, all of the serving dishes covered for their dinner. Thalia took a drink of her wine. 

"It's a very good thing. I mean, I love it. I love him! I love that he wants me to be a part of his life, that I don't embarrass him, that I'm what he wants, and he's what I want, and we have each other." She bit her lip, stacking the food for the Dormitory together and avoiding eye contact. Somehow Maggie always knew what she was thinking. 

"Is there a 'but' in there somewhere?" Maggie prodded.

"But what if his family doesn't approve of me?" Thalia tipped up her wine and finished it, lowering her voice even further. "Family is important. It's big, how do I know they'll like me? And what happens if they don't? I don't want to be some issue between them."

"We like you." 

"You and Kalen are different, and you know everything, and his family can't know everything." Thalia grabbed for her wine glass again, but it was empty. She looked over at Maggie's whisky in confusion. "You haven't touched your drink."

"Oh! Yeah, I'm just hot. Ye can have it, it looks like ye need it." Maggie laughed and handed the glass over and Thalia took a burning sip of it. "I know James' parents, and his sister Katherine. They're nice people, Thalia, I'm sure they will love ye."

"You're right. Of course, you're right. It's stupid. I'm being stupid." Thalia finished the whisky with a cough, because she needed to relax. Everything was perfect right now. She was surrounded by a real Christmas, and friends, and the love of her fucking life was sitting in the living room while she was whining about the one day, the some day, when she'd have to meet his parents. She was freaking out over a maybe, over a possibility, when what she needed to do was pour herself another glass of wine and continue gossiping with Maggie like they had been most of the day. There had to be more tidbits about Julie's elaborate wedding planning that Maggie hadn't shared.

"MAGGIE!" Kalen's voice boomed from the front door and Maggie's eyes lit up, well, like it was Christmas. Thalia rolled her eyes at herself as Maggie darted out of the kitchen like a sprite and she followed her into the living room laughing. "Ah, blessing, that took me longer than I thought. How's dinner coming along?"

As Thalia walked in the room she saw Maggie wrapped in Kalen's arms, three Doms standing behind him in big coats, and James lounging on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knee. Maggie kissed Kalen fiercely before pulling back with a broad smile, "Dinner is all packed for them to take to the Dormitory. If ye all will come with me?"

"Thanks, Maggie." Two of them spoke at once and she quickly kissed Kalen again before bounding back into the kitchen to boss more people around. Maggie was totally in charge of her house all day, to the point where it was difficult to imagine her as a sub sometimes. If she wasn't married to Kalen, Thalia might even question whether they played, but even when Maggie was in bossy mode, she still reacted to Kalen's Dom voice.

They'd had a lot of giggling discussions about it. When their men got all Dominant, Thalia and Maggie melted. So did Julie and Analiese at that. Really, it was probably a universal sub trait. Instant warm puddle around a confident Dom. Brad was even succeeding at that with Chloe and Lauren.

"Hi, baby." James spoke, and Thalia looked back at him to find him smiling at her. Her confident, smart, sexy, loving, perfect-for-her, Dom. "I've missed you today." James reached out his hand for her and she let him pull her onto his lap. He'd moved the laptop to the table and focused all his attention on her. It made her want to glow.

"I've missed you too. Did you and Kalen have fun earlier?" Thalia squirmed on his lap as his hand slid up her thigh under the edge of the dress. Even though the house was crowded with people he continued, and James pinched her thigh to remind her to be still. She had to bite down on the noise she almost made so she wouldn't attract further attention.

"Yes, shopping in Kalen's playroom is always fun. It's like a live catalogue," James' lips pressed against her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved his mouth up her neck. "You will have some late Christmas presents when we get home."

"I already said you don't need to get me anything, you and Kalen and Maggie bought me a yoga studio! That's more than enough, for this Christmas and the next ten! AH!" Thalia stifled a moan as James' questing fingers finally found their way to her panties and his deft touch brushed her clit expertly. She wanted to spread her legs, to lift her hips to urge him to continue, but the house was packed and she could clearly hear the Doms stacking food to carry back. Not to mention Kalen had only wandered into his office for a moment.

"Baby..." James' lips were against her ear, his fingers rubbing slow, tantalizing circles over her clit. "Don't argue with me on presents. It's Christmas, and I sincerely think you're going to like what Kalen and I have for you later." His nip on her skin accompanied by that dark promise made her moan as she grew wet under his fingers.

"James... what -"

"No. Don't ask. It's not a present if you know what it is." His voice was all clear control and it sent a shiver through her that was not helping the soft waves of pleasure he was creating between her thighs.

"Please?" She lifted her hips, unsure if she was asking to know about the present or asking if he'd push her over the edge. 

"James Hawkins!" Maggie was leading the Doms to the door and turned to stare at them, as did everyone else. Thalia pinned her knees together with a fierce blush, trapping James' hand. "What happened to keeping it in yer trousers until after dinner?"

"Mine is still in my trousers, Maggie. And Thalia isn't wearing any." James chuckled and it broke the staring contest. The Doms laughed, glancing at each other as they stepped out into the cold and Maggie just rolled her eyes, shutting the door behind them.

"Quit being a bastard, James, and help me get all this food our girls made onto the table." Kalen was still laughing as he walked back to the kitchen and James moved her off his lap with a quick swat to her ass. She was still blushing, and flushed, but she didn't really care. They'd played at enough clubs, been around enough people as they watched or were watched. It didn't matter because with James it all felt easy. Not just easy, it was fun.

Dinner was delicious, and they'd have leftovers for days. They opened crackers before they got to the presents. Small, brightly colored tubes that came apart with a loud pop, the smell of powder, a paper crown, and a little toy. Thalia's had a whistle, and it may have been dumb but she wanted to keep it. It was her first cracker, her first British Christmas, and her first decent Christmas since her mom had passed. Maggie was wearing her bright green paper crown and somehow made it look regal. Her mop of curls holding it up like she was meant to wear it. 

Presents were opened. So many fun and beautiful things - the best of which, for Thalia, was a mockup of a large ad that would run when her yoga studio finally opened. James refused to tell her how much the ad campaign would cost. Analiese had made the actual advertisement, Julie had helped create the logo, and Maggie had helped Thalia pick the name. Nirvana. More than anything Thalia loved it because it was a labor of love, between her and her friends and James. It was all of theirs, even if they kept insisting it was hers. 

Another glass of wine later and she was nestled next to James on the couch, Maggie was sitting on the floor surrounded by scattered wrapping paper while she leaned against Kalen's leg. He was on the other end of the couch, taste testing a bottle of Scotch that James had given him, and their laughter was winding down from another of Kalen's stories about James. This one had involved a lot of sangria, a trip to Spain, and a session at a club called Culminante that had been complicated by the arrival of the sub's boyfriend. It had made James curse when Kalen started to tell it, and it was worth it to listen to the two bicker like the old friends they were over the details of the story. 

When they were done laughing James spoke against her ear. "Baby, I've got one more thing for you."He shifted behind her and then there was an envelope in his hand. It was plain, off-white, and had his elegant script across the front. It was addressed to her.

"What is it?" She turned in his arms to find his eyes that deliciously dark green that told her whatever was in the envelope had his thoughts already well into no clothing territory. Thalia felt the blush in her cheeks as she took it from him, turning it over to slide out the note.

Thalia,

The last time we were here at Purgatory you had a dream, a fantasy, that you shared with me. I promised you that if you made it through the program, I would do my best to make it happen. I would, and always will, do anything for you. Creating an opportunity to play with Maggie and Kalen was easy. If you still want it, all you have to do is tell me.

Love,

James

Her heart was beating so hard in her chest she could feel it shaking her. Was he serious? Was James serious about this? Her head spun, but heat pulsed between her thighs. She wanted it. How many times had she thought about the dream she'd had? The cropping she'd taken from Kalen? The hungry way Maggie had looked at her after? The things Julie had told her she and Maggie did? Her lips parted as she pulled in a breath and she turned in his arms again.

Not an ounce of jealousy, or concern, or worry on his face. A smile crept over his lips as he trailed a hand up her arm to cup her face. His eyes were still bottle-glass green. She knew he and Kalen had shared for years, that he wouldn't be upset with her for saying yes. They were so much stronger than petty jealousies and insecurities. They were strong enough to recognize the desires in the other person and do everything in their power to make them real. And that's what James was offering her. Tonight.

Officially. Best. Christmas. Ever.

"I want it." Thalia whispered and a low groan rumbled in James' chest as he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her lips. His restraint was obvious when he didn't take it further. Then he pulled back and looked past her to Kalen and nodded slightly.

"What's going on? What did you get, Thalia?" Maggie was up on her knees, looking between the three of them with wide blue eyes. Kalen leaned forward, his hand moving into Maggie's wild, red curls. Her entire attitude shifted, her lips parting, a soft murmur slipping from her as he craned her head back. Kalen kissed her neck, but Thalia saw him pulling his own envelope out of his back pocket.

"Hush, blessing. Ye have a present too." He was grinning at her when her eyes widened and she cheered, snagging the envelope from Kalen's fingers as he released her hair. Maggie tore into it with an excited wiggle, and Thalia couldn't imagine what hers said. Was Kalen asking her permission? Had she wanted something else? Her eyes trailed across the paper and then a blush crept up Maggie's cheeks. She glanced at Thalia for a second before looking up at Kalen.

"Sir?" The note was in her lap, her fingers crinkling the edges.

"Up to ye, Maggie." Kalen murmured, his broad shoulders angled forward as he leaned on his knees to be closer to her.

"What does yours say, Maggie?" Thalia sat up as Maggie's blue eyes landed back on her. At first Maggie didn't respond, then she moved until she was in front of Thalia, looking up at her from the floor. It was the most submissive she'd ever seen her, and Maggie was only looking at her.

"It says that, as long as yer okay with it, I can play with ye. And later, Kalen and James want to play with ye." Maggie bit her lip and it drew Thalia's attention to her mouth. Cupid's bow lips, pale pink, her cheeks speckled with freckles and flushed in her nerves. It reminded her of how Maggie had approached Kalen after the cropping, asking permission to touch her, and he had refused her then. Thalia hadn't been healed yet, she hadn't passed Kalen's program. The answer had been no, but now it was yes, and Thalia wanted to know what Maggie's lips tasted like. She wanted to know what Julie had meant about it being different than kissing a guy, especially a Dom. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind. Words weren't enough. Thalia reached forward and cupped Maggie's face - and kissed her. Maggie let out a surprised sound, tense for only a moment before she softened against her mouth. Thalia had never been this bold, but she wanted to prove to Maggie, to prove to everyone in the room that she was no longer fragile. There was no 'Handle with Care' sign on her forehead anymore. She didn't want any questions on her state of mind, she didn't want any special treatment. Maggie leaned back and Thalia followed her forward off the couch. When she laid down, Thalia leaned over her, her knees landing on either side of Maggie's hips, leaving Thalia straddling her. Maggie's mouth opened to hers and the kiss deepened, a quiet moan slipping from them both as Maggie's hands slid into Thalia's hair. They held each other in the kiss, nipping lips, smiling at each other, before returning to it. 




Christmas at Purgatory



It went on and on, Maggie's hands wandering down her sides to her hips, to her bare thighs. Thalia took the chance to kiss down Maggie's throat and she arched under her. It was different in ways, but the same in others. People were people, and what felt good, felt good. But Maggie was soft in the ways James was hard, her moans were light and sweet. The bite of Maggie's nails against the skin of her thigh as Thalia nipped her collarbone was sharper. Thalia moved her hand to Maggie's breast, duplicating what she knew she liked with herself. Her thumb brushing over the hardening bud of her nipple through the fabric. When she squeezed gently Maggie pulled her mouth back to hers to kiss her again. Their breaths were shorter, excitement making their hearts race, her skin tingling with the anticipation of something new and different. Then Thalia felt a sharp grip in her hair that pulled her firmly up and back from Maggie. She let out a whimper as James tightened his grip slightly.

"Thalia... did I say you could kiss Maggie?" Cold, clear, Dom voice. James was leaned forward so that his mouth was brushing her ear. Heat pooled between her thighs because she knew he wasn't upset with her, this was just about who was in control. And it was most definitely him.

"No, Master." Thalia breathed, looking down at Maggie who was flushed and breathing hard as she watched James tug Thalia up by her hair.

"Correct. On the couch, Thalia." James kept his hand in her hair as she sat back down between him and Kalen. 

"Present, Maggie." Kalen's voice was loud even when he wasn't trying, deep and commanding, and Maggie pushed herself up into a kneel, interlacing her fingers behind her head. 

"Pet, am I to understand that with your little display you would like to play tonight?" James' voice sent a shiver through her. She was a warm puddle, and from the way Maggie's eyes were focused on the floor, her body taut with tension, Maggie was as well. 

"Yes, Master, I would like to play tonight." Thalia barely finished speaking before James was kissing her. It was reassurance, and heat, and promise.

"Maggie, what would ye like to do with Thalia?" Kalen's voice boomed behind her and Thalia gasped against James' lips before he pulled her tighter to him. 

"May I taste her, sir?" At the request from Maggie, Thalia immediately shivered. She wanted to answer 'yes', but James' mouth had hers busy and Maggie was asking her Dom.

"Strip first." Kalen commanded, and James nipped Thalia's lip as he pulled back to watch, moving his mouth to her ear with a grin.

"Happy Christmas, baby." He whispered against her ear and she felt the smile on her lips, accompanied by the rapid beat of her heart as she watched Maggie undress. Still beautiful.All soft curves, the swell of her hips, her larger breasts as she took off the pale pink bra. After she slid the matching underwear down she dropped to her knees again, her thighs spread apart, and Thalia found herself staring. James nudged her, "Your turn, pet. Stand and strip."

Thalia nodded and stood from the couch, realizing she was directly in front of Maggie as she pulled the dress over her head. Her bra came off next, and then Maggie's hands were at the edge of her underwear, looking up at her for permission. Thalia dropped the bra to the side and nodded her head a little, and Maggie smiled so big that Thalia couldn't help but giggle. The sharp spank as her ass was revealed made her gasp and she turned to see a grinning James.

"Couldn't resist. Now sit back down, on the edge, Maggie wants her present." James tugged her hand until she sat back down, and then his hand moved to her right thigh, lifting her leg until it draped over his. 

"Going to be a good girl, lass? Maggie has been waiting for a long time." Kalen's voice rumbled to her left as he took her other leg and trapped it on the other side of his leg so she was spread wide in front of Maggie. Thalia could only manage a nod as she leaned back on her arms. 

James pinched her thigh and Thalia yelped. "Answer him, Thalia." 

She looked at James first, his expression was smooth, unreadable, like he usually was in the middle of a session. It made her heart pound harder. Then she turned to look at Kalen, his tawny eyes sliding down her body before meeting her gaze. He was totally in control too. She licked her lips and made herself speak, "Yes, Master Kalen, I'll be good."

A smile tilted the edge of his mouth before he looked down at Maggie, "Maggie, ye can do what ye like with Thalia, but yer not allowed to touch yerself right now."

"Thank ye, sir." Maggie nodded, her hands releasing from behind her head to slide up the insides of Thalia's thighs. Their eyes met, and Maggie just smiled as she lowered her mouth, her tongue sliding smoothly between Thalia's lips, splitting her pussy with a warm, wet swipe. She ended the first long lick with a brush over her clit. Thalia couldn't close her mouth, panting as Maggie returned to her, tugging Thalia to the very edge of the couch. Kalen and James balanced her, their hands on each of her thighs. A moan rose up out of her as Maggie focused attention on her clit, two fingers sliding easily into her soaked pussy. Soon, Thalia was rocking her hips against Maggie's mouth - she was really, really good at this. One advantage to knowing what it felt like, apparently it meant you knew what you were doing. 

"Oh God..."Thalia mumbled and let her head drop back, her hands clenching in the cushions of the couch. James was watching her as she squirmed, the teasing licks of Maggie's tongue making her whimper and moan in rising pleas. 

"Do ye like it, Thalia?" Kalen's voice was close to her ear, his fingers pressing firmly against the soft skin of her thigh. It made her moan louder, biting down on her lip as Maggie grazed her teeth over her clit before sucking it back into her mouth. 

"Yes, Master Kalen, yes, very much!" She cried out as Maggie thrust a third finger inside her, her hips rolling, her breath coming faster as that incredible tension built inside her, rushing her towards an orgasm she wasn't sure she was allowed. Maggie seemed to notice and redoubled her efforts, the strong draws against her clit, her fingers curving inside her until Thalia's legs were shivering on the edge. "Please, may I come? Please?" Thalia wasn't sure which Dom she was asking, she just wanted permission. 

"Hold it back, we're enjoying the view." James had laughter in his voice, his hand returning to her hair to twist it and keep her from leaning forward.

"It's a very pretty sight. Just wait." Kalen was definitely chuckling under his breath.

They were asking the impossible. Thalia tried to push back from Maggie's mouth, to get a moment of respite from the steady pulse of pleasure as Maggie drew on her clit, her fingers stretching and moving inside her to build her higher and higher. Kalen and James only tightened their grips on her thighs, keeping her firmly against Maggie's talented tongue. 

"I can't! I can't!" Thalia whimpered, her back arching, moans slipping between her lips as her thighs fought to close against their strength. Maggie could have held back, she could have eased up the incredible pressure on her clit, or slowed the thrusts of her fingers inside her - but she didn't. An instant later and Thalia's body locked up as her orgasm crashed over her, a crippling wave of pleasure making her cry out and strain against the hands holding her in position. Maggie's tongue continued, more gently, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm, until Thalia was whimpering and shivering.

"Stop, Maggie." Kalen's voice was low and rumbling, and Maggie leaned back. Her lips were swollen and her chin was wet, and she was grinning. She knew exactly what she'd done, and her own harsh breathing and bright flush spoke of how turned on she was, but she kept her hands flat on her thighs. 

"I'm sorry, Ma-"Thalia started to apologize but James covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her. He shook his head slowly.

"Tsk, tsk, pet. Now you've earned a punishment." His tone was wicked.

"That she has. Maggie, since ye were so good, would ye like to watch Thalia be punished?" Kalen stood up, reaching for Maggie to help her up from the floor. She nodded and Kalen kissed her hard, Maggie's soft moan buzzing between them. Thalia blushed as she realized Kalen could taste her on Maggie's lips. James stood and scooped Thalia off the couch suddenly, holding her against his chest with a smile. Kalen just leaned down and threw Maggie over his shoulder, which sent her into peals of laughter. His hand landed sharply on her ass. "Quiet, blessing, or I'll gag ye for the rest of it."

"Is that a promise?" Maggie taunted as he started for the stairs. Kalen's laughing sigh spoke volumes of their relationship.

"If ye want to be gagged, keep it up, and I'll also pick exactly what toys ye get to use while yer watching." Kalen's voice was back to deep and commanding, but Maggie's soft moan showed that wasn't exactly a threat. 

"You okay?" James whispered against her hair as he followed Kalen up the stairs with her in his arms.

"Do you really have to ask? That was - amazing." Thalia felt a shiver rush through her and James chuckled.

"That was part of Maggie's present, yours is coming up, pet. After Kalen and I punish you for being so very disobedient." James' lips were on hers as they stepped into Kalen and Maggie's personal playroom. It was the size of a large bedroom, a king-size bed dominating the middle of it. There were four, thick posts at the corners, and a series of chains hanging above it. Chairs lined the wall in front of the bed, some with restraints. Thalia was blatantly staring around the room as James let her down from his arms. Kalen flipped Maggie back to her feet in front of one of the chairs.

"Do ye plan on keeping up the attitude, blessing?" Kalen towered over Maggie. His broad shoulders and barrel chest making her look tiny as she stared up at him with a gleam in her eyes. Maggie was very feisty, but Kalen loved the challenge. They were happily married after eight years together, and the key to that was never being boring.

"I am yer sub to do with as ye wish, sir." The words were right, but Maggie's cocky little smile was anything but submissive.

"Oh... Maggie." Kalen laughed, dropped into one of the chairs without arms and had Maggie across his lap in an instant. His hand came down hard and fast in a series of sharp spanks that had Maggie kicking and moaning and yelping. When he stopped, his hand rubbed over the hot, pink skin and Thalia found herself staring again. James moved behind her, his erection pressing against her back as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She was slippery from the orgasm downstairs, and her legs shook slightly as he moved his touch over her clit. 

"Sir! Please?" Maggie cried out over Kalen's lap, and Thalia could see his fingers working between her thighs. But he pulled back, and James did as well, leaving both subs whimpering. 

"After all that? Yer lucky I'm still letting ye come while we play with Thalia, blessing." Kalen was smiling as he let Maggie move to her knees on the floor. He stood and his heavy steps went to the cabinet against one wall. Inside were floggers, and crops, and drawers of god-knows-what. Kalen pulled open a few drawers before turning back to Maggie with a grin, his hands full. From where she was standing she could see a dark toned dildo that looked uncomfortably large, and a smaller blue one. Kalen set all of it on one of the chairs, then walked over to a different chair and dragged it until it was centered to face the bed. 

"Sir?" Maggie whimpered as Kalen affixed the dildos to the chair that had obviously been designed for it. The larger in front, the smaller a little behind. Then he handed a small bottle of lube to Maggie and crossed his arms.

"Ye can do it, no arguments. If ye want to come, this is how ye will do it." Kalen's voice was firm. Maggie's mouth opened like she might try to argue but then she nodded, applying lubricant to both before she moved onto the seat on her knees.She straddled them controlling her descent while keeping her eyes on Kalen's. Thalia couldn't breathe as she watched her, and the rhythmic brush of James' fingers over the small of her back was sending chills over her skin. Maggie took the top of the thick dildo in the front, a soft groan slipping from her. Then she reached back, more lubricant on her fingers as she prepared to take both dildos at once. Her soft whimpers as she eased down, breathing carefully as she stretched over the two invading toys, were incredibly hot to listen to. As she lowered Maggie brought her legs forward one at a time and held her weight up by the arms of the chair to ease down the rest of the way. Finally, with a low groan, Maggie was seated on the chair. A sheen of sweat covered her, her hips rocking slightly while she panted and whimpered. Kalen knelt in front of her to attach cuffs to her ankles and lock her to the chair. "I'm leaving yer wrists free so ye can touch yerself if ye want to, Maggie. But ye lost the chance to go without the gag. Open."

"But, Sir -" Maggie started, her eyes wide, but Kalen cupped her chin.

"Open." Kalen commanded and she did. It wasn't a large ball gag, but when it was between her teeth, she wouldn't be able to speak. Kalen strapped it behind her head and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Ye are so beautiful, Maggie. I love ye." His words were quiet, and Maggie's murmur back was an obvious return of the affection. Thalia was sure Kalen spoke fluent gagged sub, anyway. 

"Just remember, pet, everything that happens tonight, everyone is okay with. If you're not okay, just use your safe word, alright?" James whispered against her hair. He was always trying to watch out for her, to protect her. She could barely focus on him, her body so tense with watching Maggie and Kalen, having him pressed against her back. 

"I promise that I'm perfectly fine, Master." Thalia whispered back and his chuckle rumbled against her back. 

"Then get your ass on the bed, on your knees in the middle. It's time for your punishment." James stepped back from her, pulling his shirt off in a smooth movement that had her very distracted. The deep V above his jeans made her salivate as he turned and walked to the cabinet so she could watch the muscles of his back move under his skin. She suddenly realized she was ignoring a command before a punishment. Not the smartest move. 

Kalen was pulling his shirt off as well though and she couldn't look away, the warmth of the room was comfortable for her since she was naked, but she was glad it meant they needed to lose some clothes. Kalen was heavily muscled, with a thick chest, strong arms, and broad shoulders. Like some ancient warrior. He glanced at her as he walked towards the cabinet again and she instantly climbed onto the bed. 

Now was not the time to be slow to respond to commands.

Thalia watched as they talked quietly by the cabinet, both of them removing shoes and socks. Then they laughed. Kalen looked over at Thalia and his voice boomed in the room, "Thalia, present."

She spread her knees wider and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Her pussy was soaked from the orgasm, and from watching Maggie, and from the pending promise of what was coming. She'd already had pleasure, now it was time for the other half of what she craved. And this time it would be Kalen and James, together, deciding how to push her. 

"Face the wall, put your back to Maggie so she can watch." James' clear voice had her moving until she was in position. He climbed onto the bed and stood up in front of her, his cock tantalizingly in front of her, just on the other side of the fabric of his pants. As he reached up for the chains, giving them slack to bring them low enough for her arms he grinned down at her. He knew exactly what standing in front of her like this did to her. Her mouth watered.

"Arms up, Thalia." Kalen ordered her and she raised her arms so James could slide the soft lined leather cuffs over her wrists. A few adjustments and the chains were taut enough to keep her arms above her head without making her arms so straight that she lost circulation. When he was satisfied James lowered himself in front of her, his hands trailing down her arms, over her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, until they stopped at her hips.

"Remind Kalen of your safe word, pet." James leaned his head to the side, kissing over her shoulder, up her neck until his face was hidden in her hair as his lips trailed sucking, biting kisses. He was going to leave marks. 

The slap of a crop behind her made her jump. Kalen must have popped it across his hand. That was going to leave marks too. Her body thrummed with the promise of it. "Chair, Master Kalen, it's chair."

"I remember." Kalen rumbled behind her, and Thalia could hear the faint moans and whimpers stifled by Maggie's gag. She must have started moving. "Move her back, James?"

James bit down on her shoulder making her gasp before he kissed the spot and stood again. Thalia looked up to watch James shift the chains connected to her wrist backwards on an elaborate set of cables above the bed. As he pushed the chains back, Thalia shuffled back until Kalen put a hand on her back to stop her. "Good?" James asked. His eyes were dark as he looked down at her.

"Yes. Why don't ye go pick something, eh, James? I'll get started." Kalen's voice was deep behind her, and before she could prepare the sharp sting of the crop landed across her ass. She cried out and an echoing muffled cry came from Maggie. Two more followed, hot lines burning into her skin as she bit down on the groans. The next two landed a little harder and Thalia was squirming, tugging against the chains so she heard the rattle above her. The sharp stings faded and Kalen spoke again, "First five. Thalia why don't ye tell us why yer being punished?"

"Yes, pet, I want to hear you say it." James was back, standing behind her. The thought of everyone staring at her backside as those five lines appeared on her skin made her shiver. 

"I came without permission, Master Kalen." She gasped a breath as she felt the heavy thud of a flogger land against her ribs. Her skin bloomed heat where James had laid the lash. "I'm sorry, Master!" Another thud on the other side, it was heavy and the strike shook her. The next three landed across her back in a pattern she knew was James' hand. Each thud rocked her body, heating her skin and making her nerve endings wake up. She whimpered when he stopped, trying to absorb the sensations, but Kalen didn't give her a moment.

"We're at ten." James said as Kalen brought the crop down a little harder in rapid succession. One, two, three and she was shifting her weight from knee to knee, tears pricking the edges of her eyes as she cried out.

"Please!" She was breathing hard when he paused, the muffled sounds of Maggie moving and straining for her own orgasm were impossible to ignore.

"Who made ye orgasm, Thalia?" Kalen asked, the tip of the crop trailing down her spine. She shuddered as her skin was extra sensitive from the flogger.

"Maggie." Thalia mumbled it, and Kalen brought the crop down hard across the place where her thighs met her ass. It stung sharply and she let out a short scream, whining as it faded.

"Louder." Kalen ordered.

"MAGGIE!" She shouted and Kalen brought the crop down across her thighs. Thalia yanked on the chains, whimpering as the line of fire settled into her skin. Maggie was moaning steadily behind her, the wet sounds of her movements summoning the image of her form rising and falling in the chair. The dildos moving in and out of her, and Thalia pictured Maggie's hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit. Her red curls falling forward as she worked towards her pleasure. It had Thalia panting, but the hard thud of the flogger across her shoulders brought her back to reality. It was almost too intense as the second and third landed. The deep, body shaking thuds of the flogger contrasting with the hard, sharp lashes of the crop. Her body was humming, sensation flooding her. The last two had Thalia moaning steadily, leaning forward away from the blows, resting her weight on the chains. 




Christmas at Purgatory



"We're at twenty. Check in, pet." James' voice was lower, arousal evident in his tone. She loved being able to hear that he wanted her, that it was a struggle for him to hold back. A hard grip in her hair lifted her head, she hadn't realized she'd let her chin fall to her chest as she recovered. 

"Thalia, we need ye to check in." Kalen's voice was stern, demanding. It woke her up enough to evaluate herself. The ten lashes from the crop were settling in her skin, warm and a little sore, but fine. Her entire back was tender from the flogger, but she was still okay.

"I'm good, Master, I promise." To make her point Thalia made herself kneel straight again, not leaning against the hold of the chains. She heard James' voice speak quietly to Kalen, and a moment later the crop landed on her back. She hissed a whimper through her teeth, clenching her fists on the other side of the cuffs. Then the flogger landed across her ass, heavy and sharpening the sting of the welts Kalen had landed there. Crop, flogger, flogger, crop. 

"Breathe, pet." James corrected her and she forced a breath, but it came in on a whimper and out on a series of soft pleas. The flogger wrapped around her hip, then matched the other side. She was shivering when a hard swat of the crop made her jerk forward, the fiery line refusing to settle into her hot skin. Her backside must have been bright red from shoulder to knees, and she was waiting for the next lash when a muffled cry and a long, low moan came from Maggie. Thalia tried to control her breathing, to slow the tears on her cheeks as she listened to Maggie writhe and whimper in pleasure. 

"One more for Thalia, Maggie. Open yer eyes. Watch." Kalen spoke low, and then another hard crop lash where her ass met her thighs. The spot was always sensitive, but now it was brutal and she screamed before the cry settled into whimpers.

"Please, please, please, I'm sorry, Master, Master Kalen, please..."Thalia was babbling, and she jumped when someone's hand ran down her back and over her ass. There was a texture to some of the welts, and she moaned softly as they began to rub her skin. 

"That's forty. Think you've earned your present, Thalia?" James was close to her, it was his hand rubbing her skin. She could hear Kalen speaking to Maggie, but couldn't understand him through the buzzing in her ears. 

"Have I, Master?" Thalia's voice was soft, she was bordering on subspace and her voice reflected that dreamlike state she was so close to. James heard it and slid his hand between her thighs, thrusting two fingers sharply inside her, which wasn't difficult as wet as she was. It snapped her head up though and she moaned.

"I think you have." His fingers continued moving inside her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit until her hips were rocking in time with his thrusts. She was moaning quietly, biting her lip to fight the urge to beg. Begging now might just make him drag it out, just to hear her beg more. "Kalen, want to let her down?"

"Of course." His voice came from beside her and then he was on the bed in front of her. His tawny brown eyes locked on hers and he tilted her chin up. Then he kissed her. It was a surprise, she hadn't expected it. His beard scraped against her skin and the sensation was different, especially as gentle as he was. Only their lips were touching, his hands back at his sides as he waited for her to kiss him back. When she did her moan buzzed against his lips as James chose that moment to slide his fingers from her and begin circling her clit. Kalen's hands were large and easily wrapped to the back of her head as he held her face so he could kiss her in earnest. His tongue sought hers and she tugged against the cuffs, wanting to touch him back, wanting to touch someone as James drove her higher. Each teasing slip of his fingers back inside her was torture, each thrust whether gentle or sharp made her moan against Kalen's mouth. When James noticed she was relaxing into the touch of his fingers, he would draw her wetness back to her clit and renew her whimpers.

"Master Ka-, Master, jesus, I need -"Thalia couldn't think straight between the two of them, and they were barely teasing her. Her body was electric with tension. Kalen lifted her chin so she had to look at him. 

"Say please." He brushed his thumb over her lip and she swallowed.

"Please, Master Kalen?" She would have said anything if it meant they'd stop teasing her, but that seemed to work. Kalen stood up on the bed in front of her and she became very aware of the erection in his pants. When he uncuffed her the rush of blood to her hands made her roll her shoulders. James removed his hand from between her thighs and held his fingers in front of her lips, she opened her mouth to suck them in, cleaning her taste from him as Kalen watched from above her. The moment wasn't lost on her, especially not as Kalen began to unbutton his pants. She moaned against James' fingers as he moved them in and out of her mouth, and Kalen slid his pants down to reveal his erection. 

Kalen went commando? Of course he did.

James pulled his fingers from her mouth and massaged her shoulders and her neck for a moment as Kalen tossed his pants off the bed. "Do you want to taste him, pet?"James asked and Thalia nodded as Kalen gripped his cock and stroked it just inches in front of her mouth. She leaned forward to taste and James jerked her back by her shoulders. "Beg him."

Kalen smiled down at her, stroking himself slowly. He was thick, the head of his cock dark and leaking precum that she wanted to catch with her tongue. The words tumbled from her, "Please, Master Kalen, may I taste you? Please? I want to taste you." Maggie whimpered and moaned behind them. 

"Absolutely. Why don't ye put on a show for Maggie?" Kalen stepped to the side, and James twisted Thalia until Maggie could see them both. Kalen's strong hand reached up and grabbed a chain to balance, and then his hand was on Thalia's head, pulling her towards him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and he groaned, opening her mouth to pull him in. His growl was low and loud, and Maggie moaned too. Thalia drew him back, and then in again, a little deeper with each dip of her head. 

"Into your throat, pet." James cupped the back of her head, and Kalen tightened his grip in her hair as he pushed deeper. He was thick and she panicked for a second, choking before she made herself swallow. Kalen groaned, easing back and then pushing forward harder. "Good girl," James whispered and his hand moved between her thighs, thrusting two fingers inside her from behind. The hum of her moan made Kalen thrust harder, back deep into her, then he let her breathe before he thrust again. Thalia was rolling her hips, seeking more from James' touch as she tried to keep her focus on Kalen's cock in her mouth. He tasted like hot, male flesh, his pre-cum trailing over her tongue every time he pulled back from her throat.

"Stop." Kalen pulled her back by her hair and she was left panting, whimpering, and moaning as James continued moving his fingers inside her. She was looking up at him, pleading with her eyes because she couldn't form words. He crouched down in front of her, his thumb running across her swollen lips before he grinned. "I'm going to fuck ye, Thalia. Ready for that?"

She nodded quickly, but James took his hand from her and spanked her hard. It stung fiercely atop the welts already there and she whimpered, turning to look at him. His eyes were dark, his expression intense as he tilted his head, "Is that how you respond to a Dom, pet? Answer him properly."

"I'm s- sorry. Yes, Master Kalen, I... I want you to fuck me." She was talking quietly because she was shivering on edge, they'd teased her to the brink, and she wanted to fall over. Kalen smiled and pulled her forward by the back of her neck, his mouth covering hers again in a dominating kiss. When she leaned towards him, he grabbed her and pinned her to the bed. A tremor rolled through her as his knees pushed hers apart. Flashbacks to her dream had her rolling her hips up, but no fantasy could match the weight of him on top of her, the strength in his arms as he pinned her wrists above her head, the way James watched her with a flush in his cheeks as arousal strained his control. James handed Kalen a condom with a grin and he tore the foil with his teeth, but her eyes couldn't leave the dark green of James'. He noticed, and it made his grin turned devious. 

"Thalia, do you want both of us?" James asked, leaning closer to her. Kalen held himself above her, his knees widening hers just a little more as she arched her back, nodding furiously. "Say please."

"PLEASE!" She cried out and Kalen thrust inside her hard. He stretched her and it bordered on painful for a moment, he rocked his hips back on a low moan and then thrust forward hard again. He filled her and she closed her eyes as she arched up against him. Maggie cried out against the gag, her rhythmic, low moans signaling she'd found a second orgasm. Thalia wanted hers. She lifted her hips against Kalen's, his thrusts sharpening that edge inside her as her welts rubbed against the sheets. James had moved over to Maggie, pushing her hair back from her face, whispering to her. Thalia knew he was checking on her, but she couldn't focus as Kalen slammed hard inside her again. His mouth trailed down her neck to her shoulder, his beard tickling and scratching across her skin until each shift of his body against hers was like an electric current.

"Do ye want to come, Thalia?" Kalen spoke between thrusts, his voice strained as he held tight to the control he had. 

"Yes, please, please, Master Kalen, please let me come." Thalia begged, rolling her hips up to let him thrust deeper.

"Let her come, Kalen." James called over to them and Kalen chuckled above her before he grabbed on to her hip and shifted his thrusts so the next movement was directly on that bundle of nerves inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh god..."Thalia mumbled as she tensed, pulling against the hand Kalen was using to pin her wrists above her head. Her body was tightening, painfully holding her over the edge of orgasm, her clit pulsing to the rapid beat of her heart until she could only whimper as she sought the precipice. He backed off, shallow, slow thrusts that held her there, his lips teasing her as he kissed across her collar bone, ducked his head down to capture her nipple and draw it tight into his mouth. Her muscles shook as she waited, breathless, for the orgasm to break over her. Then he bit down on her nipple and thrust hard, and she was tumbling. Crying out with a moan as her mind blanked, suffused with the sparks of pleasure that raced up her spine, the heat that flooded between her thighs as she shook under him.

"Fuck." Kalen groaned and let go of her wrists, dropping his weight on her hips to still her shifting movements. She was panting when he pressed a kiss to her lips, quieting the little moans that were still slipping from her as the echoes of pleasure slowed. With her mouth against his he rolled so she was on top of him and her body stilled. The shifting of the bed clued her in just before James' hand landed on her back, and lubricant trickled between her ass cheeks. She rocked and Kalen groaned.

"Be still, pet." James pressed a finger against the tight ring of muscles and she gasped against Kalen's lips, and then she bent her head down, pressing her forehead against his chest as James stretched her. Kalen was still buried inside her, making the pressure of James' second finger as he slid them in that much more intense. 

"I don't know, I don't know if -" She was babbling against Kalen's hard chest, and James' hand rubbed soothingly over her back, and Kalen cupped the back of her head, his fingers in her hair.

"You'll handle it, baby. Relax." James worked his fingers inside her, stretching her little by little. He wasn't rushing her, and Kalen was barely moving inside her. Their breaths and her shivers as the sensations increased were the only movements."Take a deep breath, pet."

She did, and he moved his fingers back. She heard a condom wrapper tear, and then he was pressing against her. Thalia's hands fisted the sheets on either side of Kalen's ribs, but he lifted her face so she looked at him. He looked hungry, his cock buried inside her, but he was holding on to his own control not to move too soon, and he was trying to calm her down as he spoke gently, "Breathe." 

Her ribs expanded and James pressed inside her, it was a burning ache, an impossible fullness as he eased forward. Thalia whimpered, and Kalen captured her mouth in a kiss, not letting her go until James was in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."Thalia panted when Kalen released her lips. He moved first, Kalen sliding back and thrusting up inside her. All three of them groaned, and Maggie joined them. 

"Language, pet." James bit her shoulder and moved. Her body was shaking already. Too much sensation. Kalen was moving too, his thrusts growing harder and harder. Each lift of his hips pushing her back onto James, and then forward again. James moved more gently, letting her adjust, but soon she could feel the tension in his body against her. He was fighting to control his urge to push her, but she felt fine. Sore already, but fine. The next time he went to thrust, she pushed back hard and he growled, his fingers digging into her hip painfully. His voice was rough, "Is that what you want?"

Kalen thrust upward, "She's not going to break, James. Are ye, Thalia?" His hand was at her neck, pushing her chin up as he squeezed her throat gently. She shook her head. She wasn't fragile.

"God, I love you, Thalia." James' lips were against her back, and then he thrust hard. She winced and cried out, but Kalen was thrusting hard too. They moved inside of her, and she was so full, impossibly stretched, the feeling sharp and then they pulled back and her body was shivering, needing more, just a little more. Their groans were increasing, their hearts pounding against her skin, and she couldn't hold on. She was going to break apart. 

Her body locked up as she came, tightening down on them both and their groans echoed the cries she made, heat pulsed down her spine, washing over her to leave her gasping and shaking. Fuzzy in her lust as shivering aftershocks rocked her. Kalen thrust deep and she felt his cock kick inside her, his hand holding the back of her head to keep her against his chest as James moved inside her. His fingers were digging in to her hips, and she pressed back against him. Thalia pushed up onto her knees as Kalen slid from her and James had greater control over her movement. He pulled her sharply back against him, and she cried out, whimpering as she felt him come. "Bloody hell..." he cursed, his body tight against her as he leaned over her. They were all still for a moment, and then he took a shuddering breath. He kissed down her spine as he slid from her and she realized how shaky she was. 

"Holy shit." Thalia breathed and rolled to her side. Kalen leaned over her with a grin, then he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"That was fantastic." His voice was way too loud, but she couldn't help but smile back. He rolled off the bed and went to rescue Maggie who was whimpering and squirming in the chair. 

"You are so incredibly hot, baby. Have I told you that lately?" James had taken care of the condom and was pulling her back against him. Every cell of her skin was humming, she was welted and sore and aching, but she laughed.

"You tell me that all the time." She laughed louder when he nuzzled against her neck and bit down playfully.

"I'm sure I don't say it nearly enough." His words filled her with light. He had made her fantasy come true, and not only enjoyed it with her, but seemed as exhilarated as she felt. Under all of the exhaustion anyway. 

"I love you, James, and it is ridiculous how hot you are." Thalia grinned and looked over her shoulder at him. His blonde hair was a mess, and he arched a brow at her.

"I am not ridiculous." He nipped her skin, and she laughed. The pressure of new weight on the bed made Thalia look back to see a very exhausted looking Maggie being laid down by Kalen, who crawled onto the bed behind her. The two pairs faced off in post-orgasmic bliss.

"That was a brilliant Christmas present. I've no idea what ye two will do to top it next year." She smiled before she yawned, cuddling back against Kalen's chest as he wrapped an arm around her. "Oh, and I beat ye, Thalia."

"Huh?" Thalia was smiling, but she was confused as she stared at Maggie. 

"I came four times. Ye came three. I win." She grinned and Kalen bellowed a laugh, kissing her neck. 

"I love this woman."

"We should all have a drink and then turn in for the night, we've earned some rest." James sat up, his hand running down Thalia's side as she pushed herself up, feeling every aching muscle that would be reminding her of her Christmas present for days.

"Ah, we're good. Think we'll just go to bed." Maggie blushed and sat up with Kalen.

"Oh my god." Thalia stared at Maggie whose eyes widened as she stared at her.

"What?" James was tugging his pants on from the floor, his absolutely clueless face looking between Thalia and Maggie. Kalen's mouth was firmly shut.

"You're fucking pregnant! THAT is why you didn't drink the whisky James brought! And I never saw you take a sip during dinner or presents! You. Are. Pregnant." Thalia was shouting, a huge grin on her face as she knelt on the bed, not even remotely caring that she was naked.

"I don't know what -"Kalen started, but Maggie smacked his arm.

"Oh, hush, Kalen. She knows." Maggie rolled her eyes and grinned. Thalia squealed and tackled Maggie with a hug. Kalen sat up to get out of the way and James walked over to slap him on the back. 

"Congratulations, Kalen! You should have told us!"

"Holy shit, how far along are you?! You know Julie is going to demand to throw the baby shower. Do you want a boy or a girl? Oh my god! Can you even have a kid here at Purgatory?!" Thalia was babbling as she sat up from Maggie, who was laughing too hard to answer any questions for a moment.

"We're only eight weeks, and we weren't going to tell anyone until at least twelve. So, no gossiping with the girls.Especially Julie, I'll end up with a nursery theme that I had nothing to do with." Maggie blushed bright red, and Kalen pulled his pants on before he stared at her and crossed his arms. She smiled apologetically," And Kalen was only trying to keep it a secret, like I asked him to."

"Which made hitting me very unnecessary." Kalen was almost pouting, but he was too proud to keep it up. "I'm going to be a dad!" They all cheered, grinning in bliss. Thalia was already picturing a little redhead with Kalen's unique honey colored eyes. Super cute kid, or kids. Who knew?

"And I think as long as we keep the wee one out of the Dormitory, and the play room, they'll be just fine at Purgatory." Maggie shrugged, pushing her curls back over her ears. "I'm really excited that ye figured it out, I actually really wanted to tell ye. But everything says not to, and it was killing me to keep it in all day!" 

"Next time just tell me!" Thalia laughed, climbing off the bed to stand by James.

"Well, remember this the next time it takes you six hours to call us with news. Like when ye two decided to actually admit ye loved each other and all that. We were sitting here in suspense most of the day!" Maggie gave her a look that challenged her to argue, but Thalia didn't even bother. 

"We're just so happy for you guys." Thalia couldn't stop smiling, and she laughed when Kalen scooped Maggie off the bed, holding her in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her and it was clear they'd be amazing, if not very unique, parents. That kid would never want for love, and it would probably have more adopted aunts and uncles than it could handle. 




Christmas at Purgatory



"We love ye both, and we would have told ye as soon as we hit twelve weeks." Kalen shrugged, looking down at Maggie with a warm grin. "And I'm going to spoil her rotten while she lets me."

Maggie yawned again and Thalia followed suit.

"It's time for bed, we can talk more at breakfast. I'm sure the girls will talk for hours about it tomorrow." James interlaced his fingers with Thalia's, tugging her towards the door. 

Kalen nodded, tucking Maggie under his chin as she leaned against him. "Have a good night, we'll see ye both in the morning." James was pulling her through the doorway when Kalen spoke up again, "Hey! One more thing."

"Yeah?" Thalia asked.

"Happy Christmas." He grinned, and they all said it back as they wandered, exhausted, to their rooms. It was a very happy, merry, wonderful, brilliant Christmas.

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Exciting, right?! Just a heads up that this chapter took place after Ch. 8 of SAB and before Ch. 9 so if you read it, you're on track for the storyline! As usual I'd love to hear what you thought! Rate, comment, send me feedback!!

Much love and, oh, happy holidays. :)



Christmas at Sun Valley



Author's note:

Thank you to the wonderful, breathtakingly handsome Brit for the super-quick turnaround on this story.

To my readers, this story was written at the request of some of you. I hope you enjoy it, and them VOTE to help me win the Holiday Winter Contest, and COMMENT to let me know your thoughts!

xoxo,

Annie

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She was having a deliciously sexy dream. Warm lips were kissing along her shoulder toward her neck, licking and nibbling, as if she were too tempting not to taste. A big hand was stroking her naked side lazily, its roughened skin awakening her nerve endings in remembered pleasure.

Leanne inhaled deeply, and her lungs filled with earthy, male scent.

Joe. Last night. It wasn't a dream.

Her mind fumbled to sew patches of memories into coherence. An unfamiliar sensation tickled her brain, and she thumbed the delicate ring on her finger.

Ah!

Leanne exhaled loudly and rolled to her back, blinking her eyes open. Joe seemed hesitant in the almost-darkness, even as his hand slid across her belly and then up, taking advantage of her new position to cup her breast.

"Hey there, princess."

His eyes searched hers. She wasn't sure what his reservations were all about, but now that she remembered, she herself had none whatsoever.

"Hey, cowboy."

She smiled and stretched, pushing her soft flesh more fully into his hand, and wiggled her hips until his morning erection nudged at her side. Her grin widened and she reached for it, wrapping her fingers around him. Joe hissed, and thrust into her loose fist.

"Argh, God, Leanne..."

She started stroking him lightly, relishing the feel of velvety skin gliding over his rigid shaft. Joe shifted half-over her, his knee nudging hers open, though he kept his weight on his arms and knees so as not to crush her. Leanne's smile turned wicked as she made full use of the extra room for movement.

Joe closed his eyes and groaned low. "Leanne, please, just - wait a second okay?"

She paused mid-stroke, but didn't release her grip. "What's wrong?"

"You sure it's safe?"

Her smile faltered, and she bit her lip. "I feel fine after last night."

Joe looked uneasy, but determined. "I didn't know last night, baby. Let's play it safe until we ask your doctor, okay?" At her disappointed nod, his lips curled into a little smile. "Good thing we know some... non-invasive techniques, hmm?"

A giggle escaped her. "I like the way you think, cowboy!" She gave his dick an approving squeeze before resuming her teasing strokes. Her other hand curled at his nape to bring his head closer and whisper in his ear. "My skills may be little rusty... maybe you could remind me how it's done?"

His cock jumped in her grip even as he moved over her, held her head in place with both his hands, and bent to seize her lips with his.

*

Her hand stilled as she focused on his kiss, and Joe was grateful. He had to keep his head, even if he couldn't stop - he needed her too much; needed the closeness and intimacy of lovemaking to reassure him that they really were back together, that she had agreed to be his forever.

But he was too close to the edge of his self-control. Tugging at her hand, he pressed it to the pillow above her head before finding her other and bringing it up, too, so he could hold them in one of his own.

"Yes, I did promise you some tutoring, didn't I?"

Leanne whimpered. Joe bent and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder, making her squirm and turn her head away to grant him full access, even when her knees opened and she tilted her hips in unmistakable invitation.

He smiled against her skin and brought his fingers to her mouth. "Remember the first tip I gave you?"

She grinned and took two of his fingers between her lips, using her tongue to coat them with saliva.

"Mmm, very good." Joe withdrew his fingers, reached down between her thighs, and started stroking gently at the seam of her slit. His middle finger slipped in-between the outer folds to glide along the softness inside, and her eyes widened. He kept his movements smooth and steady, timing them to the beat of her pulse at her throat, gradually increasing in pace. Their eyes locked. Leanne trembled with pleasure under his touch, her pupils so distended he could see her soul.

His lubricated, callused pad found that spot right under her clit that he remembered drove her crazy, and pressed it in tiny circles. Leanne trembled and her pussy creamed, making his fingers glide faster. It was Joe's turn to shudder. He repeated the minute motion over and over until her breath caught in her lungs and her inner muscles squeezed, and a small gush of slippery heat soaked his fingertips.

"Come here, baby. I need a taste. Straddle me."

At her disoriented look Joe chuckled, and helped her maneuver into place above him, facing his torso. Her slim thighs framed his head, her pussy inches from his face as she leaned forward, and his palms moved to the creases of her hips to take some of her weight. He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing the pink perfection hiding under her patch of soft blonde curls.

Joe breathed in her sweet, salty scent and raised his head to swipe the flat of his tongue between her creamy labia. Her taste filled his mouth and he pulled her closer for a deeper lick, his nose nudging her opening, so lost to sensation it took a moment to register the sudden heat that engulfed his own sex.

He threw his head back and cried out with acute pleasure when she sucked him into her mouth while one soft hand wrapped tightly around his base, jerking in time to her bobbing head.

"Fuck, princess, slow down... it's too good!" he begged hoarsely.

At first it seemed she didn't hear him, or if she did, was not going to abide. But after a few more agonizingly sweet moments she raised her head, releasing him with a pop, and twisted to look at him over her shoulder, her hand going back to slow, teasing pumps.

"You sure about that, cowboy?"

Absolutely not, he thought, but all he did was hold her eyes as he raised his head to suck her flesh into his mouth, hoping it felt half as good to her as it did him.

She moaned and lowered her torso so that she lay on top of him and returned to his cock, licking his whole length like a kitten, occasionally pausing to suckle only his head between her lips, tasting his pre-cum.

With effort, he focused his attention on the sweet pussy grinding his face. He loved how honest she was in her lovemaking, how unashamed of her needs. When she wanted a deeper touch she simply asked for it, with her body if not with words. Joe wrapped his arms around her and pulled even closer to bury his face between her thighs, sucking deeper, only drawing back for quick stolen breaths before returning for more.

Her movements were becoming less coordinated as she got close to her climax. Joe kept going as she threw her head back and pressed herself into his mouth, her thighs shaky, crying out her need. He kept going as her pussy seemed to swell against his tongue, and then contracted repeatedly, filling his mouth with fresh girl cum. His arms tightened as she bucked and jerked over him, at the same time trying to get closer and move away from the overwhelming sensations, until finally, slowly, her orgasm subsided and she slumped, breathing hard, over him.

He rested his own head back on the pillow and tried to rein in his raging desire long enough to let her catch her breath. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to flip her over onto her back and bury himself balls deep inside her tight body, but that wasn't an option right then. Not until they knew it was safe, with the baby.

God, she was carrying his baby.

The thought sobered him enough to take the edge off. What happened to slow and easy?! he could swear that was his intention when he woke her up that morning. Now he had to consciously relax his muscles and control his breathing as he pushed her gently and then rolled her to her back, moving to lie between her thighs with his weight carefully on his elbows.

She smiled up at him, her eyes unfocused and glazed over. "Wow." she muttered laughingly, and cupped his cheeks with her hands, her thumbs tracing the slippery wetness on his cheeks, nose and lips. He grinned at her awestruck expression.

"You're welcome, princess." He grumbled, and shifted so that the length of his dick rested along her slit, sandwiched between her swollen outer folds and his own abdomen, and started to move slowly.

Leanne hissed as his hard shaft pressed against her over-sensitive clitoris, and Joe stilled.

"Too much?" he asked, trembling with the effort to keep from grinding again.

She moved carefully against him. "God it's so intense... no, not too much. Please don't stop."

Thank God, he thought, even as he let his body take over. He rubbed himself against her slowly, fully, savoring every expression on her pretty, flushed face in the dim light filtering through the heavy hotel room curtains. The way she smiled and her eyes half-rolled back with pleasure. The way she bit her lips when it got so overwhelming it was borderline uncomfortable. The way she gasped mutely and arched, forcing them in closer contact still. The way she opened her eyes to lock their gazes, and begged him to go faster. Harder.

Pleasure mounted, boiling in his heavy balls with every stroke, every glide of his cock against her soft, wet pussy, until it erupted, his cum spewing between them to land in thick, white ropes on her sweet belly, one jet shooting far enough to catch her puckered nipple.

Leanne's body shook and her hands tightened on his ass, and he realized she was coming again, grinding jerkily up against his still-pulsating shaft. His eyes flew up to her face to watch her open-mouthed ecstasy. If he hadn't just come, he would have at that moment, from seeing that.

With a deep grunt he rolled to his back and took her with him, holding her body close to his as she continued to squeeze against him every few moments, thankfully humping his hip now instead of his spent, too-sensitive dick. He chuckled and hugged her, pulling her to rest her head on his chest, making the sticky cum on her belly rub into his own skin.

"I'm getting you all messy," she protested half-heartedly, and he suppressed another chuckle and looked into her not-quite worried eyes.

"That means you did it right, baby," he smiled. "But just so you know, the shower here is phenomenal. Wanna share?"

Leanne nodded a bit shyly, and he was reminded how relatively new all this was to her. She had bloomed in their two months together over the summer from a blushing, if enthusiastic, virgin into a confident, adventurous, sexy woman; but the following months apart seemed to have reinstated some of her self-doubts. He was determined to help rid her of them, for good this time.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up. We've got a big day ahead."

He stood and held out his hand, and Leanne took it and stood, too, but he could see her gnawing at her lower lip. With a deep sigh, he pulled her back into his arms.

"What's worrying you, baby?"

"You know. The appointment. I mean, what if something's wrong?"

"Do you feel like there's something wrong?" he asked gently.

She shook her head, and he bent to kiss her lightly. "Then let's not assume that, okay? If there's anything that needs facing then we'll do it, together." He stressed that last word, and she nodded mutely.

With a reassuring smile he tugged her hand, and she followed him into the fancy en-suite.

*

They arrived at the doctor's office with a half-hour to spare. Leanne spent the first few minutes filling out various forms, and then left Joe in the waiting room, which was still decorated in full Halloween spirit, to follow the nurse inside.

She was given a plastic cup with her details stickered on it, and instruction to leave her urine sample on the tray. Once that was done, the nurse measured her weight and blood pressure, and then gestured for her to go back outside and wait for Dr. Shanti to call her in.

"Dr. Shanti?" Joe raised his eyebrows at that. "What kind of a name is that for a doctor? Are you sure she is legit?"

Leanne scowled at him. "She helped Elaine deliver both the twins and Sofia, so, yeah, I'm sure."

"Sorry." He mumbled apologetically. "I just wasn't expecting a-"

"A foreign name?"

He shrugged, and Leanne pursed her lips. After a moment of awkward silence, she half-turned to him, holding his eyes. "You know, this really pisses me off."

"What?" he tried to look innocent, but she could see the hint of shame in his eyes. Good. At least he realized he was being a bigoted pig. Still, she couldn't let it go with that. It hit too close to home.

"You assuming Dr. Shanti is less than qualified because of her name, that's what." She swallowed hard, and dropped her head, unwilling to show him the full extent of her hurt when she added quietly - "You might as well have called her a 'bad seed'."

Silence greeted her words, and then gentle fingers took hold of her chin and tilted it up so that he could meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry." He repeated quietly. "For saying that. I should never have done that."

"You thought it, Joe. That's the part that hurt the most. You believed it. You said that as a farmer, you knew nothing good ever came out of a bad seed." She gulped. "You looked at me, but you didn't even see me. All you could see was William Richardson's daughter. And you hated me every bit as you hated him. I saw it in your eyes."

Her voice was anguished. She knew it was probably the wrong place and the wrong time to open it, but she couldn't hold back.

Joe dropped his gaze. "I was hurt, Leanne." He said, and then looked at her. "I felt betrayed, and so freakin' angry it felt like I'd explode. I lashed out because I wanted you to hurt as bad as I did." He shook his head helplessly. "It was juvenile and wrong, I know that. And I really am sorry."

He reached for her hand and after a moment's hesitation she let him take it, needing his touch as much as he needed hers.

"I almost didn't tell you about the baby because of it." She admitted in a low voice, and ignored his audible gasp as she met his eyes. "Think about it. If I was 'bad seed' for having the blood of your mother's killer in my veins - well, so does my baby. He or she will be his grandchild."

Joe paled, and she watched warily as he processed it in his mind. But after a moment he said quietly, "It will be my mother's grandchild, too."

She bit her lips, and nodded. Joe drew her into his arms, and this time she went willingly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as his hands smoothed over her back, pressing her close

"Forgive me, please." he murmured in her ear, and she squeezed him tight and nodded, unable to answer in words. Joe exhaled his relief, and kissed her head. "Thank you." She nodded again.

*

"Dr. Shanti will see you now."

Joe drew back reluctantly at the nurse's professionally cheerful voice. He saw Leanne wipe her cheeks surreptitiously, but didn't comment, and instead got up to his feet and held out his hand.

They walked into the clean, airy, well-organized office with its large bay window overlooking UC Davis's main campus, which lay across Russell Boulevard. Across the desk sat one of the most strikingly beautiful middle-aged women Joe had ever seen. Her dark brown hair fell in thick waves to just below her shoulders, and her chocolate-colored eyes, large and almond-shaped, smiled at them in kind reassurance. She motioned for them to have a seat, and then reached her hand out to Leanne.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Shanti Jain, and you must be Leanne Sommers. Elaine had told me you are like a daughter to her, and that I was to treat you as such. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Joe saw Leanne blink rapidly as she shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you, doctor. And thank you for taking me on without health insurance." She paused and threw an undecided look his way before resuming. "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it."

Shit. She didn't have insurance. He needed to take care of that ASAP. He could probably extend her insurance from her seasonal position at the farm if he acted quickly. He needed to consult with Tammy. His sister would know; as head of HR and CFO at Sun Valley, this kind of thing was her bread and butter.

"And you must be the expectant father?" Dr. Shanti's voice broke through his jumbled thoughts and he coughed and then shook her hand. "Yes, ma'am. I mean, doctor." He stuttered. Dr. Shanti smiled.

"I know you two must be anxious. First check-up is always stressful, so let's keep the conversation for later, and start off with the exam, shall we?"

At their nods, Dr. Shanti got up and walked over to a curtained-off section of her office, and pulled the divider back to reveal a gynecologist's chair surrounded by all kinds of high-tech looking medical devices.

"All right, Leanne, please remove your pants and your panties and put on this gown for me, and then have a seat and cover yourself with this paper sheet. Let me know when you're ready, okay?"

Leanne moved behind the curtain and pulled it closed, and they could hear the rustle of clothes and papers. Joe felt his anxiety and excitement rising in tandem, and started pacing the tiny office. Dr. Shanti gave him a knowing, amused look, but didn't comment as she walked over to the office door and locked it, lest someone came in at an inconvenient moment.

"I'm ready." Leanne sounded and Dr. Shanti pulled the curtain open again, but stopped Joe before he could follow her.

"I'm just going to give her a quick routine checkup before moving on to the ultrasound." She gave him a polite but firm look. "I'll invite you in for that."

Joe stepped back and let her close the privacy divider in his face, feeling decidedly left out. He listened to the sounds coming from the other side; Dr. Shanti's gentle but direct voice telling Leanne to scoot all the way to the end and put her feet up in the stirrups, and then her murmured apology for the discomfort and her advice to 'try and relax' as she proceeded to check her up.

After a few moments, though, he heard her say "Okay, we're all good! Let's see how your baby's doing, shall we?" and, at Leanne's hum of consent, he was ushered inside.

He stood next to Leanne's side and took her hand, knowing his palm was sweaty but unable to do anything about that fact. He was nervous as hell. Leanne squeezed his fingers, and he realized she was anxious, too. It somehow made him feel better. Dr. Shanti switched on the ultrasound machine and then took the probe in her hand, squeezed some gel on top, and then peeled back the paper covering Leanne's lap to expose her lower abdomen, and squeezed some gel there as well.

"I am doing transabdominal and not transvaginal because based on the date of your last menstrual period you should be far enough along for that." She clarified as she started moving the probe around. Leanne nodded.

"Let's see what we've got here," Dr. Shanti said, and rolled a little closer to Leanne to get a better angle with her arm. A moment later a bleary, black-and-white image appeared on the screen, and everyone's eyes were riveted to it. At first there seemed to be nothing, only white noise. But then a large black bubble-like shape appeared, and inside it, something that looked like a greyish-white, plump peanut.

"There it is." Dr. Shanti said with evident satisfaction, and moved her probe some more. The peanut changed slightly to reveal a larger, rounder side that looked decidedly like a head - complete with a recognizable baby profile! - and some additional bumps coming out of the smaller part.




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"It has arms and legs already?!" he asked, unable to hide his astonishment, and Dr. Shanti grinned. "It does, indeed. In fact, although it's only about inch and a half in length, most of its organs have already started developing by this stage." She took some measurements, and then added - "Let's try to look for the heartbeat now, shall we?"

Without waiting for their response she changed the setting on the machine and then adjusted the angle of her probe. The picture changed, and now they could both see some of the pixels in the middle of their peanut blinking at them.

"There's our heartbeat. Looking nice and strong." Dr. Shanti declared, and Joe's mouth dropped, even as he felt Leanne's fingers tighten around his. He found her eyes, brimming with tears, and realized his own were threatening to spill as well. Unable to speak, his eyes returned to the screen.

That was their baby. They were going to have a baby. God!

Dr. Shanti continued with a few more checks and measures, and then withdrew the probe while the picture on the monitor continued to show their baby's profile in astounding detail.

"Everything looks good for now, Leanne. You can get cleaned up and dressed, and we'll talk a bit more at my desk, okay?"

Leanne mumbled her thanks and Dr. Shanti turned and left, leaving them alone in the privacy of the curtain. Joe's hands shook as he helped Leanne wipe the gel off her belly with some paper towels. Her belly was still as flat as ever - even slimmer than he remembered from before - and sudden fear gripped him. Surely she had lost too much weight? He swallowed hard as he remembered those last few weeks on the farm when she'd not been feeling well, and steadied her while she put on her jeans, and then stepped into her flats.

"All set" she smiled tentatively at him as she made to return to the desk, and he realized with a start that his silence was probably freaking her out. Joe reached for her arm.

"Wait, Leanne -"

She turned, and now he could see panic rise in her eyes. With a quiet expletive, he pulled her into his arms.

"This is incredible. I'm blown away, and I couldn't be happier. I just want you to know that."

She exhaled audibly. "Phew. You sure? I was starting to worry."

He smiled. "Very sure," and then bent to kiss her tenderly. "Let's go. Dr. Shanti's waiting for us."

Leanne nodded, and followed him out.

*

They left the doctor's office in a bit of a daze.

The OB/Gyn took Leanne's blood sample for her first trimester screening, and then referenced them to a colleague in Santa Rosa who would take over Leanne's prenatal care, promising to forward her the results. She also gave them three sonogram pictures which Leanne tucked carefully in her purse, although all she really wanted to do was sit and stare at them. It was hard to believe that peanut was their baby, living and growing inside her.

As they walked over to Joe's truck they saw the signs pointing toward different faculty buildings at UC Davis - including the School of Veterinary Medicine. Leanne looked at it wistfully.

Joe noticed. "You want to go check it out? See what's available?"

"I don't know, I mean - it's not like I can start it. I am going to have a baby sometime in May."

"I know. But it wouldn't hurt to get some info, would it?"

"Um -" She shrugged, and shuffled her feet. "Okay, I guess."

They went on to speak with the admissions office, and came out with a thick folder full of brochures and information. Although Leanne's grades were well above the entry thresholds they both realized she wouldn't be able to join any of the programs in the foreseeable future; everything required full-time attendance. Still, her smile as they settled back in his truck was wider.

"Thank you for that." she said, and he tilted his head in question. "For taking my dreams seriously." she clarified.

Joe nodded. "You'll make it, Leanne. You'll be a vet. You're bright and you have an incredible work ethic, and I promise you'll have my support. We'll make it happen, even if it takes longer than you expected before all this."

"Okay." she said simply, and they were on their way.

*

She texted Elaine telling her they were on their way, and added a snapshot of one of her sonograms to let her know how her appointment went. Her friend replied with "OMG I can't wait!" and must have watched out for them, because the door opened in invitation even as they were walking up to it, passing by low bushes dressed with faux spider nets and piles of pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns.

Suddenly Leanne was nervous about Elaine's reaction to Joe. It was silly, perhaps, but this was as close as she would get to 'meet the parents', and she fervently hoped for her friend's approval. Seeing the smile spread on the woman's face, she needn't have worried. Elaine didn't say anything, only opened her arms wide, and Leanne stepped into her embrace with relief.

"Congratulations, sweetie." Elaine spoke in a low voice, so full of emotion it made Leanne break into sobs.

"I'm going to have a baby!" she squealed as they drew apart, and Elaine burst out laughing. "Well, that part I already knew. It's the fact you're going to have it together with the father that I'm celebrating at the moment."

Leanne giggled through her tears and moved back, reminded that introductions were in order.

"Yeah, about that! Elaine, please meet Joe McConnel, my fiance. Joe, this is Elaine Rogers, my godmother and my best friend."

For a moment, the two stood off as they gave each other a once-over. Joe relaxed first, and stepped forward with his hand reached out.

"Mrs. Rogers, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you."

Elaine raised her eyebrows, slapped his hand aside, and stepped forward to wrap her arms around him in a big hug.

"It's Elaine, and I am so freaking happy to meet you, Joe!" She laughed as he chuckled and returned her hug affectionately, until they both stepped back.

"Come in, come in. It's nice and warm inside, let me take your coats. We'll sit in the kitchen."

With steaming cups of coffees in front of them, Leanne and Joe replayed their visit to the doctor's, displaying their sonogram pictures proudly. Elaine ooh'ed and aah'ed over the bleary black-and-whites, which made Leanne sniffle. The older woman reached for her hand.

"I'm just so happy to see the two of you together!" She exclaimed, and turned to Joe with a smile. "So, did you get in the car as soon as Leanne told you? She must have called right after we left the house for you to have made it last night."

"Actually I was already here when she called. I got your address from her 'next of kin' entry on her HR file. And she didn't get to tell me until much later last night."

Elaine blinked in confusion. "Wait - what do you mean, you were already here? How come? What happened?"

Joe looked from one woman to the other, and finally admitted - "Leanne's father came to the farm yesterday."

"What?!" both Leanne and Elaine stared at him with matching shocked expressions. Joe cleared his throat, and gave Leanne an apologetic look. "Yeah. With all the excitement I didn't get to tell you."

"What did he want?" Leanne asked through suddenly numb lips. Her heart was pounding. Even knowing whatever happened ended well - it got Joe to come for her, after all - she still couldn't imagine William Richardson facing the McConnels. It was completely mind-boggling.

"He came to tell us he was sorry."

Joe looked just as baffled by that fact as she felt at that moment. "And also to pay us back what remained of his compensation debt. With your cancelled paychecks." He gave her a pointed look. Leanne couldn't speak for the life of her. When she wouldn't say anything, Joe pushed.

"Why did you do it?" he asked quietly.

"It felt like the right thing to do." she finally managed to whisper.

"I don't get it." He said, almost pleadingly. "I mean, I can understand how you planned to temp on a farm anyway, to get some experience working with animals, and then decided to come to Sun Valley after William's fiance spoke to you. I get that you thought it could work in everyone's favor - you get your training and recommendations, we get a great seasonal employee and the rest of the debt paid, and William and Melissa get their fresh start, debt-free."

Leanne nodded mutely, but Joe shook his head. "But why did you go through with it, after everything that's happened? I mean, you owed William nothing. You owed us nothing. You could have kept your hard-earned money to yourself. Why, then?"

Leanne shrugged helplessly. "It somehow made me feel better, to know that even if you and I couldn't be together because of our family history, at least I could break that - that bad karma - for someone else." She bit her lip. "Also - I don't know. Maybe a little part of me hoped it would make you reconsider our situation."

Joe reached for her hand. "Well, it worked. Thank God." 

Elaine cleaned her throat. "For the record, I thought it was a terrible idea from the very start. It was never her debt to pay in the first place, and she certainly owed nothing to Bill; God knows Holly and Leanne had paid tenfold for that man's mistakes!" Her tone was pained, and Leanne knew Elaine was thinking about her dead friend - Leanne's mother.

"Mom and I were lucky to have you." Leanne said quietly.

Elaine coughed and reached for a paper tissue to blow her nose, and then sat up straight. "I do approve of the end result." She managed a smile, including them both, as well as the sonogram pictures laid on the table, in her gesture. "So -" she looked pointedly at Joe. "Are you going to make a decent woman out of her?"

Leanne and Joe looked at each other, startled, and Joe chuckled, and tugged Leanne's left hand, pushing it out on the table before them. "Already ahead of you there, Ma'am."

"Oh my gosh, it's so pretty!" Elaine exclaimed as she took a closer look at the unique ring on Leanne's finger, with its delicate etching of meadow flowers, and then looked up from one smiling face to the other. "Congratulations again, you two. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Have you decided on a date yet?"

"Um, not yet, no. But -" Leanne looked at Joe. "I'm hoping it would be sooner rather than later. I want to look pretty in my bridal dress."

Joe bowed to speak quietly in her ear. "You will look beautiful when you're ready to pop, princess. I can't wait to see you ripe with my child."

Leanne blushed red when she saw the hard glint in his eyes and knew that he meant every word. Joe drew back, and looked at Elaine. "As soon as possible is my preference, too. But I just proposed last night, so we haven't made any firm plans yet."

Elaine nodded. "Let me know as soon as you do. I can't wait!"

Leanne breathed deep. "We'll need to call Aunt Sara, let her know I won't be available to take that job after all." Elaine patted her hand. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. I'll speak to her, and if need be will help her find another live-in care for after her operation. She'll be fine, I promise. You have your own life to worry about."

Leanne pushed her chair back. "Okay. I'll go get my things packed up." At the others' nod she walked down the hall to her old room. Sitting on her narrow bed, she looked around her in wonder.

She really was going to start her new life. With Joe. And their baby.

Inconceivable!

With a silly, huge smile she got up, and in a few minutes had her bag packed and ready to go. She returned to the kitchen to find Joe and Elaine deep in conversation about her boys' trac obsession.

"I was just telling Elaine they should come visit us on the farm over the Christmas break," Joe said when she entered. "Sounds like the kids would go crazy for the animals and the tractors, and we have enough room for them all to stay over, too, if they wanted to."

"Oh, that would be lovely!" She looked expectantly at Elaine, who smiled her agreement. "I'll speak to Jim."

Joe rose to his feet, and Elaine followed as they all moved toward the front door. Once they had their coats on Elaine hugged Leanne tight.

"You take care, sweetie. Let me know when you set a date and we'll arrange to go shopping for your dress together, okay?"

Leanne nodded into the other woman's neck, clinging to her harder than she had in a long time. "Thank you. For everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Elaine drew back enough to cup her face in her hands. "I loved your mother, and I love you, Leanne. I thank God I was able to help you when you needed it, and as it turned out, you have helped me just as much by taking care of Sofia and the boys at a time when my career demanded so much of my attention." Elaine's eyes brimmed with tears. "It's been a privilege to have you live with us, Leanne. You will always be a part of this family. Never forget it."

Leanne choked. "Thank you."

"And you -" Elaine turned to Joe, giving him her most intimidating glare. "You had better take good care of this young lady, or else."

Joe swallowed his smile to give her a sharp salute. "Yes, ma'am. I plan to."

"Okay, you two. Now go before I start bawling my eyes out. Let me tell you, it's not a pretty sight."

She was already sniffling, as was Leanne. With another quick hug, they said their goodbyes and left.

*

They sat in Joe's truck, but instead of driving away Joe turned to look at Leanne. She was staring out the window, her posture rigid, as if struggling to keep her composure.

"You okay, princess?" He reached for her hand, and she raised her eyes to him, bright with tears.

"She saved my life, you know. After my mom died. She took me in, she gave me a job, she even loaned me the money for college. If it weren't for her I'd be on the streets; who knows what would have become of me."

"I'm glad you had her."

Leanne leaned her head back against the headrest. A few moments passed in silence and Joe didn't bother her, sensing she needed to sort things in her head. Finally she turned to look at him.

"Tell me how it went, with Bill - with my father? He showed up on the farm, just like that?"

Joe nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much. Showed up and asked to speak to my dad."

"And?" she turned more fully to him.

"And, my father recognized him right away. I was going to kick him off our land, but instead dad invited him into the house." He looked down at his hands. "That's when I told my father who you were, and the reason we broke up." He stole a look at her, high color creeping up his neck. "It's been years since I'd seen him that disappointed in me."

Leanne gasped, and Joe grimaced. "Yeah. He told me I made for a lousy Westley. And he was right."

"So, he took it in his stride, then, your father? Seeing William, I mean?" She kept her tone neutral, but Joe knew all too well what she meant by that. They broke up because he was too afraid of how his father would react if he'd known the truth.

He sighed. "Yeah, pretty much. I mean, he got emotional, but he handled it with such grace, I was blown away. He said if the man had the guts to come speak to us after all that time, we all had to man up and listen."

Joe shook his head, and found her eyes. "He also said we have all grown up in those twenty years, and that we were all different people than we were then." He made a face. "Except I realized I was shamefully late in the maturing department. I only stopped acting like a scared little boy last night."

His hand came to her cheek and turned her to him, so that they faced each other squarely. "I should have trusted more - in my father, and in you."

She kissed his palm and then nuzzle her cheek against it. "Yes, you really should have." she smiled at his pained expression. "I'm glad you did, eventually."

Joe drew her into his arms, and held her close. They hugged quietly, until Leanne drew back.

"Joe?" She sounded hesitant.

"What, baby?" He tried to sound reassuring, though her tone made him anxious.

"How was he? William, I mean?"

Joe thought back to the day before. "Well, he was - old, I guess."

"Old?" Leanne seemed startled. "He shouldn't be much more than fifty. I thought he was only a couple of years older than my mother."

Joe shrugged. "Well, he looked older than my dad. And he didn't seem quite steady on his feet - I'm not sure if that was his nerves, or if he has some kind of disability. But I noticed Melissa, his fiancé, helping him up the stairs."

"I didn't notice that at mother's funeral five years ago, when he approached me." She said thoughtfully. "But then I was in shock, so I may have missed some details. My memory of that whole period is very foggy." She swallowed hard. "What- what did he say, exactly?"

"Just how sorry he was. How he'd been thinking about us every day since the accident. How much he regretted the pain he caused." Joe shrugged. "He seemed sincere. I believed him."

Leanne's teeth worried her lower lip. Finally, she nodded. "Okay."

Joe studied her. "That's it? Okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, what more is there to say?" She said, more than a bit defensive. Joe gave her a level look.

"You could meet with him."

"I don't want to. He is dead to me."

"You sure, Leanne?" Joe pushed, and she dug in her heels.

"Yeah." She said decisively. "I'm sure. Take me home now, please?"

After another long look Joe simply nodded, fired up the engine, and they drove away.

*

She fell asleep soon after they got onto the highway, curled on the wide seat next to him, her head pillowed on her hands.

Joe knew she must be emotionally exhausted; God knew his own head was reeling. Plus, Dr. Shanti mentioned tiredness was common at this stage in pregnancy, and that the best way to handle it was simply to let Leanne rest more. 'Naps would work well', she said, so he figured letting her sleep the long drive away was a good way to follow those orders.

Joe smiled as he remembered some of the other things the OB/Gyn said. Like reassuring them sex was perfectly safe, and that as long as Joe was clean and healthy, they could forgo condoms. He couldn't wait for that!

His mind drifted back to the doctor's appointment, and the sonogram, seeing their baby for the first time on that small screen. Their baby. Up until now he was too preoccupied with Leanne, her thoughts, her feelings, to examine his own too closely. Now, in the peace and quiet of the car, he let his own emotions come forth.

He was going to be a father.

It seemed incredible. Too good to be true. While he knew almost from the start he wanted a real, long-term relationship, with a distinct 'forever' option with Leanne, he never imagined having a baby so soon. It was one of those 'someday' ideas, vague and amorphous; nothing he was planning on for the immediate future.

Now it was real. They were engaged to be married, and having a baby. If he had reservations, they stemmed from the crazy high bar his own father had set for the role, he admitted to himself ruefully. He just hoped to measure up.

*

Leanne awoke a couple of hours later, as they were approaching Petaluma, startled out of sleep by a loud growl from her stomach which had Joe roaring in laughter, which he then struggled to suppress at her indignant expression.

"Poor baby. Am I starving you, when only yesterday I promised to fatten you up?" He tsk-tsked at himself. "I know a great place in this town, and you're going to love it."

Hungry as she was, Leanne agreed enthusiastically. Soon they were parked and then ushered inside an elegant-looking restaurant, and promptly seated at a corner table. Leanne looked around with a skeptical frown.

"You sure this is where you want to take me, Joe? This place is fancy. I'm - not." She looked down at herself, in her worn jeans and faded hoodie and four-year-old flats.




Christmas at Sun Valley



Joe frowned. "I don't care about 'fancy'. I love you, and you're perfect just the way you are. Besides, we're celebrating! A nice restaurant is quite appropriate, in my humble opinion."

Leanne grew warm with pleasure, and gave him a little smile. "Okay."

It was a direct-farm-to-table kind of place, serving delicious Mediterranean style cuisine, and Leanne indeed loved it. Joe revealed they carried some of Sun Valley's cheeses, and they made it a point to order dishes that included their own produce, and were proud when the food was every bit as good as advertised.

Leanne sighed with content over herbal tea. "That was awesome." She smiled. "And now I feel sleepy again." Joe laughed. "There's another hour of drive ahead of us, princess. You can take another nap."

Leanne blushed. "I feel bad about ignoring you, but I'm so tempted"

Joe smiled gently. "You're allowed. I promise."

When they finally left the restaurant and got back into the truck, Joe made it a point to pull Leanne down to lie on her side, and kissed her chastely.

"Enjoy your nap, princess. I'll wake you up when we get there."

*

"We're almost there."

Joe's murmur awoke her and she sat up and stretched just as they turned left off the main road and on the smaller, bumpier one leading up to the farm. The familiar sight of those black iron gates, proclaiming SUN VALLEY FARM in bold letters, gave her a thrill of both pleasure and angst.

It felt like coming home. But then again, she wasn't sure how Joe's father and his sister would receive her. Over the summer she and Tammy had grown close and became good friends, and Mr. McConnel was always kind to everyone, herself included, in a gruff fatherly kind of way. But after her split with Joe the relationship had, as expected, become strained. Joe's father had made fewer visits to check on her work, and Tammy went back from being her friend to simply her boss. They were both professional and had treated her fairly, but she still mourned the loss of their affection.

Joe said his father knew who she was now, which meant Tammy did, too. He said they knew he was going to bring her back to the farm, even that his father insisted that he did.

But did that mean they would accept her as one of their own? One of the family? Considering her blood, it was hard to imagine. Leanne gulped through her dry throat, and squared her shoulders.

She was Joe's fiancé. She was there with him, by right, at his invite. They wouldn't kick her away.

She just hoped they could love her, too.

*

They parked in front of the main house. As soon as Joe cut the engine the front door opened and his father stepped out and stood, hands on hips, face taut and unreadable as he watched them approach.

Before they even got to the first step, however, a loud, steady, shrill ringing sounded from somewhere around the corner of the house.

"What in the name of Lord is that?!" Leanne breathed. Joe's face lit up in surprise, and then recognition as his eyes locked with his father's.

"They're ringing the dining hall bell to let everyone know we've arrived." He said in bewilderment, clearly touched by the gesture. "God, I can't remember the last time we did that. Not since we were kids, for sure."

The ringing stopped, and a moment later Tammy appeared, her smile as brilliant as her flaming hair in the afternoon sun.

"You did it! Gosh. You really did it!" She laughed as she gave her brother a quick hug and then turned to look at Leanne.

"Welcome back." She stepped close, and wrapped Leanne in a fierce hug. Leanne tried to smile through her sudden tears, hugged her back, and held on as gratitude washed over her.

A moment later there was a tap on her shoulder. "Ahem, may I?"

Leanne and Tammy drew apart as Michael McConnel stood and opened his arms in invitation. Up close, she could see his face was tight as he was holding back his own emotions. Leanne's chin wobbled, and stepped into his bear hug. He squeezed her tight, and then released so he could take her arms in his hands.

"It is so good to have you back, Leanne. Welcome home."

His words touched her very soul. On an impulse, she went upto her toes, and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked, startled, and Leanne grinned wide. "Because you've always been so nice to me." She quipped, disproportionately pleased with herself for remembering that line from the movie, and after a heartbeat everyone around her burst out laughing.

Michael beamed at her, still chuckling, and then, looking around him to make sure he had the stage, replied with - She kissed me! Ha!" - earning exasperated smiles from his two children.

They all turned to the house, only to be faced with the smiling Mrs. Rojas, Julio and Todd, who had all gathered at the sound of the bell to greet them. Another round of hugs ensued.

"So how did you get her to come back with you?" Julio sounded curiously amused, and Joe answered with a smile. "Well, I literally went down on my knees and begged. Thankfully she said yes."

It was almost comical, seeing everyone's smiles change first to shock, then to joy when each in turn realized what he said.

"You proposed?!" Tammy shrieked, even as she dove for Leanne's left hand and raised it for everyone to see her mother's ring decorating her engagement finger.

"That's smooth, kiddo." Julio said with obvious approval, and then more congratulations followed before the family finally came inside to gather at the large kitchen table.

Sitting next to Leanne, Michael took her hand and studied the ring closely, smoothing his thumb over its tiny surface carefully, as if re-learning its feel. "I told Joe he'd know when the right woman arrived." He said quietly, holding Leanne's eyes. "I hope you're every bit as happy together as I was with my Claire."

Leanne could see the sorrow of his loss and of missing his wife in his eyes, and yet he smiled when he patted her hand. "She would have loved you, too." he said quietly. "I wish -" He stopped, and then looked at her apologetically. "I wish the two of you all the happiness in the world, Leanne. Welcome to our family."

*

They excused themselves right after supper and went straight to Joe's cottage, ignoring everyone's knowing looks and good-natured jibes. Once there and upstairs, Joe turned Leanne to him, and took her face in his hands.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm - overwhelmed." she admitted softly, and stepped to sneak her arms around his waist to hug him close, needing his warmth. "In a very, very good way." she added. "Having everyone welcome me back like that, your father especially -" she heaved a breath. "This is more than I'd ever dreamed. I feel like I've come home".

Joe tilted his head. "It's been a long while since you had a home, hasn't it, princess?"

She shrugged self-consciously. "I can't remember the last time I felt I had one for real. Even when my mother was still healthy, when I was younger... the trailer never really felt like a home. She was so rarely there, working two and sometimes three jobs just to keep that roof over our heads. And without her presence it was just a rickety old trailer in a miserable, shitty park." Leanne swallowed hard. "And then at the Rogers - Elaine and Jim stepped up and took care of me when they didn't have to, and I love them and the kids with all my hearts. They had always treated me like family. And yet, I could never forget that I wasn't."

Her face crumbled. "I feel terribly ungrateful saying it. Both to my mom, and to Elaine."

Joe shook his head. "Not ungrateful. Honest." he insisted. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't theirs, either, I know. But you deserve better." He levelled a look at her. "You have a home now, Leanne. Here, with me, on Sun Valley Farm. Forever."

Leanne breathed in, felt his words soothe her aching heart. "Thank you."

Joe shook his head. "You got that backwards. I'm the one who's grateful." He smiled wickedly and she felt an answering grin spread on her face as tugged at her hoodie. She lifted her arms willingly, and he took it off and then discarded it behind his back, his eyes glinting with devilish intent. "I think a demonstration is in order," he murmured, his hands already at her jeans, "to make sure you are aware of the full extent of my appreciation, princess."

Leanne bit her lip, and nodded. "Mmm. That sounds lovely." She said demurely, peeking at him from under her lashes, and Joe laughed, even as he shoved both jeans and panties to her feet at the same time. "Get these off and get your beautiful ass in the shower, baby. I'm going to set the atmosphere right for my grand demonstration." He wiggled his eyebrows comically, making her giggle. "I'll join you in a moment, promise."

*

Making love in his bed, in the soft glow of candlelight, Joe finally noticed the changes that had started taking place in Leanne's body which had escaped his attention before, maybe because of poor lighting, or because he wasn't looking for them.

Now, he was looking.

Her breasts had changed the most. Her areolas and nipples had grown larger and darker, now dark mauve instead of pink. And, he soon discovered, much more sensitive to the touch. Joe took his sweet time relearning their feel, tracing their shape, cupping and kneading the fuller, rounder globes, strumming and suckling on their peaks until she shuddered with every touch and pleaded with him for more.

He came to his knees then between her spread legs, and lifted her hips to rest on the front of his thighs so that the swollen head of his cock rested on top of her spread pussy. Taking hold of his shaft at its base Joe glided the pre-cum covered, thick head along her folds, much like he did that morning, before tapping it lightly right on her clit, enjoying her surprised squeal and whimpers. They turned into low moans as he continued to pleasure her sensitive flesh with his own.

Leanne's hands came to his thighs, and she pushed her hips a little higher, offering herself obscenely to him.

"Please, Joe." She whimpered, trying to gain more traction, and he half-smiled through his tight-faced passion, and slowly sank the very tip of his cock into her tight opening, while his thumb moved to her clitoris.

God, she felt so good without the condom between them.

Joe was close to losing his control feeling her hot, wet, soft flesh suck his bare cock inside, welcoming it home. He struggled to breathe, and only after a few tries managed to contain himself enough to move without risking a premature end to their pleasure.

He circled her clitoris lightly, slowly with his thumb in time to his controlled, shallow thrusts. They both trembled at the exquisite torture of promised nirvana, without getting quite enough stimulation to reach it.

"God!" she cried out. "Harder. Please, please Joe. I need more."

Unable to resist Joe picked up his pace and went deeper on every thrust, and yet remained careful not to slam into her, not to jerk too sharply inside her body. He could see her frustration, had shared it, in fact, but as much as he wanted to speed up, to take her quick and rough, to claim her, he found it surprisingly easy to control himself.

This was bigger than him, or even her.

Leanne let her knees open as far as they would go, clearly hoping to entice him further. Seeing the desperation on her face, Joe moved his hand so the tips of his fingers now pressed flat on her clit and stroked rapidly, flaming her passion even as he continued pumping slowly into her. Her muscles grew taut, her moans unintelligible, until suddenly Leanne arched high, her arms thrown up above her head as she came, shaking and convulsing around his dick.

Her orgasm pushed him over the edge. His balls tingled and he felt his cum rush up through his pulsating dick until it erupted, coating her inner walls with spurts of thick, hot cream. Her pussy kept squeezing around him as if determined to suck him dry.

Joe panted, his hands moving to caress her sweet, still-flat belly lovingly, then up her warm midriff to the sweaty undersides of her breasts which he cupped and then squeezed, surprising possessiveness swelling in his chest.

"God you're beautiful, princess." He breathed. "And you're all mine, forever."

She nodded, her hooded, satiated eyes locked with his. "Yes I am."

*

The days grew chilly. Frost would greet them every morning when they got out before dawn, and the five AM hot tea and biscuits at the dining hall became one of Leanne's favorite times of the day.

She got back to working the petting zoo and helping out at the dairy farm, mainly at feeding time. There was relatively little to do on the fields and Julio managed perfectly on his own, for which Leanne was grateful: she and Joe had agreed to wait with announcing her pregnancy to the family until she was three months along, and she was relieved not to have to answer any questions.

The rains finally came, and the land rejoiced in them, bursting into life in a lush, happy green. It was a revelation for Leanne. Living in Sacramento, rain was a nuisance; 'the big drought' a theoretical concern that was discussed on the news, but never seemed to relate to her personally. Here on the farm, she experienced the joy of rain for the first time.

She looked on in amazement as the first fat drops started to fall one early morning, soon making a deafening noise, and had every person on the farm - but her - rush out of the dining hall to stand outside with their arms spread out and their heads thrown back to receive its blessing, sharing woots of excitement and high-fives between them.

Leanne herself was blooming, too. Mrs. Rojas' food, Joe's lovemaking, and the fresh air of the farm - not necessarily in that order - were working their magic on her. She felt more vibrant with every passing day. She went with Joe to get her second prenatal checkup in Santa Rosa - citing 'Date Night' to everyone who asked back on the farm - and the smiling, surprisingly familiar-looking doctor - as it turned out, she was Dr. Shanti's cousin - reassured them everything was progressing exactly as it should.

"You have officially started your second trimester." Dr. Jain smiled at her. "And both you and your baby look strong and healthy."

On their way back to the farm Joe looked at her questioningly. "You want to tell everyone yet?"

Leanne bit her lips. "I was thinking Thanksgiving, maybe. I want to tell them well before the wedding, that's for sure. I'm going to be emotional enough as it is!" She fake-shuddered. "Who's idea was it to have a Christmas Day wedding, anyway?!"

Joe smiled and squeezed her hand. "Thanksgiving it is, then. I promise I'll zip it until then, although let me tell you, it's not easy."

Leanne smiled. "Thanksgiving. One more week. I know you can do it, cowboy."

*

Thanksgiving morning was eerily quiet. Mrs. Rojas, Julio and Todd had all taken their week-long vacation to celebrate the holiday with their own families, and the farm felt strangely empty without their presence.

Leanne and the McConnels spread out to do the morning chores before meeting at the house for breakfast of French toast, which was Leanne's specialty. Then the men went back to work, while Leanne and Tammy tackled the daunting task of cooking the holiday dinner.

They both admitted to lacking true cooking talent, but determination - and youtube - made up for what they lacked in skill. Wearing matching holiday-themed aprons bought at the store along with the groceries, the two women put themselves to work with enthusiasm.

While Tammy seemed keen to keep the high spirit, Leanne noticed glimpses of melancholy. When she caught her staring out the kitchen window gloomily for the third time, Leanne couldn't ignore it any longer.

"What's wrong?" she asked, and Tammy jumped and looked at her guiltily.

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong." she said quickly, but Leanne wasn't buying it. Putting her knife aside she wiped her hands on her apron, and then leaned against the counter, and signalled a T with her hands.

"Okay, time out. She crossed her hands over her chest. "Spill."

Tammy sighed deeply and put down her own utensils, went to wash her hands in the sink and then dried them on a small towel before finally settling next to Leanne.

"It's Todd."

Leanne snorted. "That much I figured already." She nudged Tammy. "Come on. Tell me."

Tammy looked down at her hands. "I don't know, Leanne. Everything was good, and then suddenly he seemed to - I don't know. Freak out or something." She shrugged and looked at her. "I finally told Joe and my dad about us, and they took it in their stride, but Todd -" She shook her head. "He said he was okay with me telling them. I thought he wanted me to; he used to joke about how sneaking around at our age was getting a little pathetic. And for a while it seemed like everyone were adjusting well. Until suddenly they didn't. He doesn't."

Leanne grimaced. "I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help?"

Tammy shook her head miserably, and sighed again. "Not that I can think of. We're grown up. It's our own mess to figure out."

"Joe and I are adults, and still we needed all the help we could get straightening out our own mess." Leanne pointed out. "Thank you, by the way. I never got to tell you that."

Tammy nodded, and put her arm on Leanne's shoulders for a quick squeeze. "You're welcome. That's what friends are for, right?"

Leanne nodded. "Just remember I'm your friend, too. And I'd love to help if I can."

Tammy grinned, and then turned back to her task, chopping string peas to large chunks. After a moment Leanne sighed, and returned to her own work, too.

*

The men had kept mostly away from the premise, only peeking around lunchtime to get BLT sandwiches shoved into their hands along with cheerful "Go away! We're busy!" But as they insisted on sticking around, they were promptly put to dishes duty. Father and son both grumbled about it, but donned the second set of aprons the women had insisted on, and set out to work.

By late afternoon the table was set, the food was ready and keeping warm in the oven, and the kitchen had returned more-or-less to order.

"Be back here in a half hour!" Tammy ordered the group at large, and they all dispersed to go clean up and get ready for the evening.

*

Seating at the Thanksgiving dinner with its impressive-looking roasted turkey centerpiece and the rest of the holiday staples heaped around it on the table, Leanne's heart felt so full it could burst.

She loved each and every one of them. Joe first and foremost, of course. But Tammy, too, with her quick smile and even quicker wits, her steadfast support and her level head, and Michael McConnel, who was, she now realized, the unequivocal king of his domain, set on his goal to provide and protect them all, even when most of the day-to-day management had long been handed over to his grown children.

She studied him covertly. While the older man talked and smiled, laughed and joked with them all, he still seemed somehow detached. With a start, she recognized it: that transparent veil of grief that was once surrounded her, too.

It was gone for her now, she realized. She stilled missed her mom every day, but she no longer felt that strange disconnect from the world, and from everyone who didn't share her sorrow.

She wished that someday, that invisible barrier would dissolve from around Joe's father, too.

Just then Michael looked up and into her eyes, and recognition zinged between them, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. But instead of frowning, the older man's face relaxed into a small, knowing smile, and he cleared his throat and raised his wine glass.

"I would like to start." He declared, and looked from one set of expectant eyes to the next. "As always, I am thankful this year to my family." He gestured at them. "To my good health, which, let me tell you, is not to be taken lightly when you are sixty-one years old." They all smiled. The man was as strong as an ox, and as energetic as ever, if somewhat slower than he used to be.




Christmas at the B&B



Sonny was caressing my arm and my shoulder and eventually his hand dropped to my breast. He was idly running his fingers across my nipple, as we talked about how sexy Jim and Taylor looked together. I turned to him and putting my hands on either side of his face, I pulled his lips to mine. My tongue traced his lips until he opened them and I could kiss him deeper. It felt to me as if his tongue was directly connected to my inner core. I was getting so wet just from kissing him. He laid back on the couch, and I moved to lie on top of him. Raising up, I pulled my gown up and sat on his lap. I could feel his hardness and I reached down to undo his slacks. He lifted enough to pull them out from under him and free his cock and when he did I settled my pussy right on it. Slipping it inside, I rode his cock up and down, up and down, he was meeting every move with a thrust and before I knew it I was cumming. . . a river of juices flowing around his cock. He continued fucking me, my breasts in his hands, his head thrown back and then he exploded. My pussy milked his cock of all his cum then I moved and settled my self next to him. 

By now Jim and Taylor were on a quilt on the floor and Sonny and I watched as she got to her knees and Jim entered her from behind. I knew that this position is a favorite of my husband's and that Taylor was in for a treat. He pounded in and out of her, we could hear her moaning into the quilt, then she pushed her upper body up so she was on her hands and knees, and began crying out that she was ready to cum. Her tits were swaying under her and Jim slapped her ass, telling her to cum. She threw her head back and screamed that she was cumming, when Jim heard this, he said he was too. They both shook and shivered as they came together, trembling, thrusting until they collapsed in a heap on the floor. I moved to the floor with them and kissed Jim, "That was beautiful, Baby. " I told him and then leaned over him to kiss Taylor too. "You looked so beautiful when you came, Doll. " She opened her eyes and smiled at me. At that moment, she was the most gorgeous woman in the world to me. 

Sitting back and leaning on the couch where Sonny was still laying, I noticed that it was a few minutes after midnight. "Merry Christmas!!"

I stood up, kissed Sonny and went over to kiss Jim and Taylor. She got up and went over to snuggle with her husband and I snuggled with mine on the floor. We all lay there talking about what the new year would bring us, our hopes that we will always be good friends and also about what a wonderful holiday it had been so far. It had been a long day and we decided that it was time to go to bed. I kissed Sonny and Taylor goodnight as did Jim, and we went to our room. Jim and I lay there talking for awhile. 

"Carrie, I got so hot watching you ride Sonny like you did. You were beautiful, "he told me. 

"MMM, thank you Honey, I thought you looked sexy fucking Taylor too. " I whispered. We snuggled together and fell asleep. 

In the morning when I woke up, it still looked dark outside even though the clock said 9, and when I looked out the window, I could see why. It was snowing so hard that I couldn't even see the cars in the driveway. I pulled on my robe and went to the kitchen to start some coffee. After it was done, I snuggled into a chair in the living room, with a cup and just watched the snow fall through the window. I thought back on the evening before and could feel myself getting turned on, just by remembering how erotic it was to watch another woman make love to my husband. I must have gotten lost in the daydream, because I felt someone settle against the chair. I looked up and Taylor was sitting there with a cup of coffee in her hands, watching me. 

"Penny for your thoughts. " she said. 

"Oh, I was just thinking about last night, " I told her. "About how turned on I was watching you and Jim. " I smiled at her and leaned forward to kiss her. "Merry Christmas, Baby. I am sooo glad that we were able to get together. "

"Oh, me too, Carrie. I wasn't sure what was going to happen on this trip, but I DO know that it has so far, exceeded anything I dreamed up. Thank you for inviting us. " She kissed me again. We sat and talked about all kinds of stuff and we were laughing and having a good time. Jim came out and asked us what was so funny, and I told him, "We were just talking about last night and what a good time we had. We are laughing because we are happy. " 

"Merry Christmas!" I heard Sonny say as he came out of his room. "I wondered what was going on out here and hoping nothing was going on without me. " 

Taylor got up and went to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him. "Darling, we would never do anything, unless you were here to watch, you know that. " With that said she walked out of the room. 

"Mmmm. . . she is sooo sexy!" I said as I watched her leave. Sonny and Jim only nodded in agreement. A few minutes later, Taylor returned carrying a tray with a carafe of coffee, a couple more mugs and a plate of cheese Danish that Lu had made and left for us. 

We sat there and ate while we talked about what we were going to do today. It was still snowing pretty hard, so we just decided to stay in and relax. Jim was playing Santa, passing the out gifts that were under the tree. I had gotten him a new pocket watch since he cannot wear a regular watch on his wrist, and he was tickled to death with it. He gave me a beautiful gold bracelet. Taylor showed us a beautiful Mother's ring that Sonny had given her and we laughed when he opened his gift from her. It was the same pocket watch that I had gotten for Jim. We commented on what a coincidence it was that we had chosen the same thing. 

"Carrie, we must have been on the same wave-length when we did our shopping, that is the second thing that I bought, that you did too. " Taylor commented. 

After we took care of the wrapping paper and cleaned up the didshes from breakfast, we got dressed and met in the living room to play a game of Scrabble. We changed the rules a little and said that the only words we would be allowed to make would have to do with sex. We all laughed and had a good time as we tried to come up with as many sex-related words as we could. We played a couple of more games before deciding to have lunch. It had stopped snowing, but it was very windy and blowing the snow into huge drifts up against the house. We knew that there was no way we were going anywhere today. It was fine with me, because I wanted to spend as much time as I could with our good friends before we all returned home. We just flirted with each other all day, and I got the idea to read out loud from a book that I had gotten for Christmas. I ran to my room to get it, and while I was there I put on a sexy outfit that I had bought special for today. I had on a short red chemise with white fur around the collar and hem and a red garter belt and stockings.

I pulled my long blonde hair up in a pile of curls with a red ribbon and walked out into the living room carrying my new book. The long, low whistles I got from all three of my favorite people, told me that they approved of what I was wearing. I pulled a footstool to the center of the room and settled myself on it and opened my book. It was the new Literotica anthology, full of sexy stories written and submitted by people from all over the world. I had been reading about it on the Bulletin Board at Lit, and I was so excited when I opened the present from Jim that he had given to me before we came here and saw what it was. Of course I had to pack it and bring it along. 

I sat there reading through it and picking out some of my favorites and reading them aloud. Taylor said, "Carrie, you sound so sexy reading those stories, you put just the right inflection on the words as you read." I smiled and continued. When I looked up again, I saw that Taylor was sitting in between Jim and Sonny on the couch and that both of their cocks were in her hands. She had taken her dress off and was sitting there with only a garter belt and stockings and little tiny bells were fastened to the nooses she had wrapped around her nipples. I laid the book down on the floor and walked over to stand in front of her. I knelt down and leaned forward to flick the little bells and she hissed as she took a deep breath. Her nipples got harder and I flicked them again, just to hear her moan. Sonny and Jim sat here and watched as I moved lower and licked her outer pussy lips. She moved her hips to the edge of the couch and brought her legs up and over the laps of the two sexy fellows on either side of her. 

Her pussy was lovely and I told her so just before I buried my face into it. I ran my tongue from her clit to her ass and back again several times before sucking her clit in between my lips. It was so hard that it felt like a little cock in my mouth. I sucked it and flicked it with my tongue and could feel her quiver as she raised her hips. I heard bells and looked up to see Jim and Sonny playing with her nipples. Her hands were stroking their cocks and their heads were all purple and bulbous. I knew it would not be long before they would cum all over her hands. I pushed two fingers deep inside of Taylor and crossed them inside of her. I moved my wrist so that they were moving in circles around inside of her. I could feel the swollen spot deep inside of her, and I knew if I rubbed it, she would begin to squirt uncontrollably. I was right! As soon as I pressed on it, she began quivering and shaking and her creamy juices began flowing out of her. I lapped and licked to make sure I got it all, and when I looked up, my face all shiny from her cum, both men were shooting their loads onto her stomach. I moved up and began licking it off of her and she came again, I could feel it on my stomach as I leaned into her, my breasts pressing into her wetness. Oh she was so hot. 

"Hmmm, I think she liked that, you guys!" The only answer from Taylor was a quiet "Mmmm Hmmm" and a smile. 

I went back to my footstool and picked my book up and started reading again where I had left off. A couple of minutes later, the book was taken from my hands and I looked up. Taylor, Sonny and Jim were all looking at me as if they had something planned for me, and boy, did they ever. They pulled me to my feet and Jim picked me up to carry me to our room. The bed had a huge headboard made out of brass, and when Jim laid me down in the middle of it, I saw that Taylor and Sonny had gone to either side of the bed. They reached for my hands and stretched my arms out to the corners where they fastened them with silk scarves that Jim was tossing on the bed from his suitcase. After my hands were fastened, they moved to my feet and did the same thing to them. I was so wet and horny, that I knew they could smell my pussy as they all stood at the bottom of the bed and looked at me. 

Taylor got an ornery look in her eyes as she pulled a long feather from behind her back. "Oh no, Taylor. . . you wouldn't?" I cried. "Wouldn't I?" she said as she ran the feather from my right foot up the inside of my leg and down to the other foot, barely grazing my cunt lips as she did. Moaning, I closed my eyes and tried not to thnk about the tickling of the feather as she continued tracing lines all over my body with it. It didn't work, all I could think about was where the feather was going to touch me next. My nipples? My stomach? Where? 

I felt someone blowing on my wet pussy, but before I could open my eyes to see who it was , one of the three was putting a blindfold on me. This only heightened the sensations on my skin from the feather and the breath blowing on my swollen pussy lips. I felt someone's hands grazing over my nipples and from the feel of them, they weren't Taylor's. I could feel my chemise being pulled up over my face and then something warm was being poured all over my breasts and stomach. It smelled like cinnamon, and then I remembered seeing a bottle of cinnamon massage oil in the bathroom. Jim must have brought it from home and I wondered if he had been planning on something like this to happen. I felt two pairs of hands rubbing the oil in and then I could feel the bed move as someone climbed up and straddled me, placing his hard cock in between my boobs and holding them in place while moving it back and forth. My nipples were being pinched and pulled and twisted by another pair of hands. 

"Oh God it feels so good" I moaned, as I thrashed on the bed "Oh please, let me cummmm!" I felt a tongue snake out and lightly flick my clit, making it stand up to attention, then nibbling began on it, to make it even more sensitive. Some oil was placed on my pussy and I could feel breathing on it. It was getting so hot, I arched my hips as much as I could to try and make contact with whosever mouth it was that was so close to my hot center. I could feel whichever man was on top of me tense up and I knew that he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and right after I did, he spurted what seemed like gallons of cum into my face and mouth. 

Someone moved closer, it was Taylor. I could tell because of the softness of her lips as she kissed me. "You look so sexy like this, Carrie", she whispered as her tongue licked my face clean. "Maybe we will keep you here like this for our pleasure all night!" I heard her chuckle as she moved away. All I could do was smile and moan as I felt a cock between my pussy lips. Two pairs of hands raised my hips enough for the cock to slip inside of me. It was Jim, I would know the feel of that fat prick of his anytime. He moved in and out of me so fast, it must have been a blur to Sonny and Taylor as they watched. I could feel my orgasm building up and in a matter of seconds I had cum so hard I could feel it squirt around his cock and down to the crack of my ass. My ass was lifted again and I could feel a pillow being pushed under me to raise my hips even farther. Jim had lowered his cock until I could feel the head of it at the entrance to my rear hole. 

"Oh yes, Honey! You know I love to be fucked back there! Fuck my ass, Baby, fuck me!" I cried out as he pushed his cock into me with one thrust and then began moving my hips in rhythm with every move he made. I felt someone climbing onto the bed, straddling my head. A cock was being placed into my mouth and I sucked for all it was worth. Being filled like this was amazing. I could also feel Taylor's mouth as she leaned over and began licking my clit. I quivered and trembled and got lost in my own sensations. All I could think about was how wonderful it was to be a sex toy for my husband and friends. I must have passed out from the pleasure of it all, because the next thing I remember, I was laying on my side with Jim behind me, Taylor in front of me and Sonny on the other side of her. 

"Carrie, thank you for the most wonderful Christmas I have ever had", Taylor said and then she kissed me. Sonny agreed with her and leaned over to kiss me too. Jim was kissing my neck and purring his pleasure as he did. We all fell asleep like this and woke up in the morning still wrapped in each other's arms. 

We knew that we couldn't stay in bed all day as today was our last day here and Lu would be home soon. We got up and went to the shower together where we had a sensuous wash with a few licks thrown in for good measure. It was a good thing we didn't stay in the shower much longer, because soon after we all got out and Sonny and Taylor returned to their room to dress, I heard a key in the door and there was Lu coming in. 

"Good Morning, Carrie" she said as she stomped the snow from her boots. "Did you have a good visit with your friends?"

All I could do was smile and tell her, "Yes, we will have to do this again sometime. "

Too soon, it was time to pack up our things and go home. Sonny and Jim were outside putting the snowmobiles back on the trailers and Taylor and I were in the kitchen talking with Lu before we left. We told her that we had a wonderful time and that maybe we would come back in the summertime so that we could enjoy the fishing and hiking that the area is well known for. Jim and Sonny came to tell us that they had everything in the vehicles and that it was getting late. We all hugged Lu and told her goodbye and Thank you. We went outside to say our own goodbyes and when Taylor wrapped her arms around me for a hug, she whispered "Thank you again, Carrie. I had a wonderful time. " 

"Me too, Doll", I whispered back. 

I hugged Sonny and told him goodbye and to remember our holiday. He nodded and said "This has been a holiday to remember, I don't think I will ever forget it." He and Jim shook hands and we got into our trucks to leave. I snuggled against Jim and told him "Merry Christmas Baby," as we waved goodbye to our friends. 

Please remember to vote! Carrie 



Christmas at the Bowling Alley



It is Wednesday, my bowling night. Since Christmas is next Sunday, the league and the lanes decided on a Christmas Party for tonight, costumes optional. I was dressed as a Christmas fairy, complete with pink wings and a tiara. At the last minute, I decided to put a sprig of Mistletoe in my blonde hair, just behind my left ear.

The dress I was wearing was little more than a slip. It had spaghetti straps and a bodice that left almost nothing to the imagination. The upper edges of my small B-cup breasts were plainly visible. The dress fell to just above my knees leaving my legs bare. Pink socks completed the outfit. I gazed into the full length mirror at the image staring back at me. 

This is it, I thought, it's tonight or never. In this outfit, he can't miss me. My name is Lisa. "He" is Jim. He bowls on another team in the league and his smile captured my heart the first time I saw him. He's a little older than me, probably 60 to my 45 but I don't mind. After all, age is just a number. 

He was very nice to me all evening when our teams were bowling against each other. He smiled a lot and readily applauded when I got a spare or strike, often giving me a "high five" that was more like holding hands even tho he's on the other team.

The problem is he hasn't noticed me since that night three weeks ago even tho I continue to smile at him whenever our eyes meet. It's time for a drastic step if this love match is ever to get off the ground.

As I walk into the alley, I am greeted by calls and some whistles from my fellow bowlers. I respond appropriately, smiling all the while. Then I see Jim. He is standing at the counter behind the lanes, probably the lanes he will be bowling on as is his habit. When I check the lane assignments, I am pleased to find we are next to each other. This should be easy, I think to myself.

I retrieve my ball and shoes from my locker and walk right past him to sit at the lane table. My teammates are already commenting on my costume so I know he's aware that I have arrived. After a practice ball, I walk up to the counter behind my lane and slide into the second seat. Kathy, my teammate and friend, is in the first seat and we begin chatting while the others take their warm-up rolls.

The league start is announced and Jim strolls to the lane as he leads off for his team. Sandi leads off for us and I bowl in the second position.

I watch as Sandi scores 8 pins on her first ball, then switch my attention to Jim. He is waiting for the bowler on his right as Sandi throws her second ball. Jim throws a strike and begins to walk back. I slide off the stool turning to my left to pass behind Kathy when suddenly someone is blocking my way. As I look up, I find myself staring into his incredibly blue eyes and my breath catches in my throat. I am dumbstruck - I cannot move.

Jim's hands raise up to cup my face, one hand on either side. My eyes close as I see his face coming closer. In the next instant, I feel his soft, warm lips brushing mine and I hear a slight whimpering sound which I later discover was me. His lips lightly brush mine as his tongue glides across them. His hand moves down my face, caressing my cheek, as the lips depart, sliding under my chin with the pad of his thumb sliding across my lips. In a moment, he is gone and I am screaming inside for more. Kiss me harder, make my yours, I scream to myself, but I am alone.

As I open my eyes and turn my head, I see him not ten feet away just turning into the men's room. DAMN! My knees are week and my stomach is churning as I suddenly hear Kathy's voice.

"Lisa, are you OK? What are you swearing about?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm fine. It's just that I hit my ankle on the chair as I jumped down. It's nothing, Kath."

I hobble a step or two before descending onto the alley floor. With tears forming in my eyes, I find my ball and throw it down the alley. 6 pins fall and the ball is on it's way back. I swivel my head and look for him but he's not there. 2nd ball, no pins. As I return from the lane, I see him returning to his usual place next to the end of the counter. 

With each step I take, I am more determined to face him and demand an explanation. Why did he kiss me and run away? Why couldn't he at least hold me for a few seconds? Why didn't he say something? At last I am standing in front of him and his blue eyes are once again mesmerizing. Without waiting, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard on the mouth. I am met by those same soft lips and I am gratified as I feel his arms surround me. I want the kiss to continue but I also need to talk.

"Why didn't you kiss me like that before? Why did you run away? Why didn't you say something to me?" 

The words burst forth in a fury as he continues to hold me and I notice the beginnings of a smile. He places a single finger on my lips and I instantly stop talking.

"I never answer a question that starts with why or when."

I am astounded. He has not only not answered me but has told me not to ask! Wait a minute! He's playing a game with me or he wouldn't be smiling like the cheshire cat. Well, two can play that game, just give me a minute.

"You kissed me and caressed me but you didn't talk or wait for my response. Can you explain your actions?"

He laughs. A low chuckle that passes between us like a private joke.

"Very good. I'm impressed. Actually, I had two reasons. First, you are wearing mistletoe in your hair which I took as an invitation. Second, it has been my experience that a little taste of something often is exquisite and leaves a desire for more whereas a large portion of that same something usually has the opposite effect."

I sighed. He had me. He knew I wanted more and he was right. What he didn't know was how much more I wanted. Yet.

"Yes, the mistletoe is an invitation and yes, even tho I have already kissed you back, I still do desire more."

"Are you willing to play a little game to win your prize?"

"A game? What kind of a game?"

"A risque game that should excite you but will not harm you or cause you any undue discomfort. There is a reward if you win and a punishment if you don't win. Interested?"

"What's my reward if I win?"

"I will pleasure your body for the remainder of the night."

I shudder under his touch and almost can't respond.

"And if I lose?"

"I will take you over my knee right here in this bowling alley, lower your panties, and spank your bare ass."

Suddenly, I couldn't think straight. My knees were weak and my panties were soaking wet. Win or lose I still win because I love being spanked but he doesn't know that. How much more can he ask of me here in the bowling alley? This is the game I have to win!

"Wow, what a bet! What do I have to do to win?"

"I will set four simple tasks for you to perform during our bowling tonight. None of them will be dangerous or illegal but they will be risque and probably not things you would ordinarily do on your own." 

"As each task is completed satisfactorily, I will reward you with a hug and a kiss before setting you on the next task. All of the tasks must be completed before the end of the third game tonight."

Four tasks! Hmmm. Not dangerous or illegal. To be performed here in the bowling alley while we bowl. This is too easy. There must be some catch.

"Let me understand this. I have to perform four tasks that you will set. These will not be dangerous or illegal and must be performed while we are bowling, ending when the bowling is over. What's the catch? This is too easy."

"No catch. Just one rule. You must remain quiet while performing your tasks and not tell your teammates or anyone else what is going on. Do you want to play my game?"

Come on! This really is too easy. How risqué can you get in a bowling alley full of people. I can do this standing on my head. Wait a minute. He's still smiling. I don't care, this is still too easy. I have to win! I have to!

"Yes, I'm willing to play your game. When do we start?"

"We're both up so we'll start right after we bowl this frame."

I'm sure I squished when I walked to the ball return. I'm so excited I can't stand it. Four tasks - three games of bowling - then I get to have him inside me for the rest of the night. OHMYGOD! Ooops, gutter ball. I'd better concentrate a little or my team will be disappointed. There, 8 pins, not too bad. Oh, he's got another strike.

"For your first task, sometime between now and the end of the next frame, you will be required to go to the ladies room and remove your bra. You will then fold it small enough to hide in the palm of your hand. You will come back here and stand facing me. You will slip the bra into one of my pockets and let me touch your breasts to insure your compliance with the task. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. You may go and prepare yourself for the task."

Well, that's easy I thought. Then it hit me! I was wearing the fairy princess dress which would now droop when I took off my push-up bra, probably exposing at least half of my breasts. That bastard! He wants me to bowl nearly naked! How am I going to explain this to Kathy and Sandi not to mention the boys! OHMYGOD! And this is just the first task. What have I gotten myself into!

I felt tears welling up in my eyes and then I began to really think about this. I have bikinis that show more of me than going without a bra even in this dress. Why am I so scared? Nobody's going to do anything to me and if somebody tries, I'm sure Jim will come to my rescue. I'll wait until the next frame before I go to the ladies.

There, that's not so bad. True, I'm showing a little cleavage but it's only the tops. Nothing drastic. Rather sexy, I think, in the spirit of the season but definitely not for everyday. OK, here I go. Over to Jim. Slide the bra into his pocket. Let him touch my breasts - oh, wow, that's going to take some willpower especially if I have to keep quiet. Deep breathes, girl, he's not going to hurt you so just go for it. 

As I walk slowly out of the ladies, I feel like every eye in the place is on my boobs. When I sneak a peek, actually no one is watching me, they're all watching the bowling. I just might pull this off. Only a few more steps and I'm standing in front of him. There's that smile again. He's looking down at my breasts and I straighten my back just a little, pushing my chest forward.

I reach forward with my left hand and slip the folded bra into his front pocket, then I look up at him waiting for his next move. His hands come up and cover my breasts as I close my eyes. His touch is incredibly warm and my pulse is racing. Then his fingers slide down and grasp my nipples.

"No noise now. Squeeze my arm, bite your lip, whatever, but no noise."

Then he gently squeezes my nipples, one in each hand. More pressure and now I feel the pain. I bite my lower lip hard, tasting the blood and squeeze his arm tightly. Instantly, the pain becomes pleasure and shoots through my body and slams into my pussy, causing me to almost lose my balance. His fingers release my nipples, lightly caressing the rest of my breasts, then grip my arms in a steadying hold.

"Well done, my princess," he whispers.

Then his lips are on mine, tasting the blood and caressing my mouth with his tongue. I respond hungrily, knowing I have completed the first of my tasks. This time, when his lips leave mine, he pulls me close and holds me quietly while my breathing slows down. I am thrilled that I have pleased him.

"What's next?"

"Not now. Just enjoy your game. I'll give you the next task after this game."

As I return to my team my face is bright red. Several comments are made about my exposure but I pass them off with a smile and a pose. This is beginning to feel good. My bowling hasn't improved but it's much more fun with "the girls" roaming free as I move. The fabric of my dress is caressing my nipples and keeping them hard. A smile is almost a permanent fixture on my face. Uh oh, tenth frame.

After I bowl the tenth frame, I walk slowly back to him. He is still smiling and I stop just in front of him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight."

"Yes, I am. I never really thought of going without a bra. It's a very sexy and freeing feeling. I love it. Thank you."

"If you're ready for your next task, I have a few questions?"

"Ok. I'm ready. What do you want to know?"

"I presume that you know how to take care of yourself, right?"

"What do you mean "take care of myself". 

"Masturbate. Finger fuck. Whatever your favorite term is."

"Yes, I have had some experience."

"Good. Your next task must be performed before the end of the fifth frame - your teams fifth frame. It must also be done quietly as I mentioned earlier. Are you ready?"

"Yes, please, what is it?"

"You are to finger fuck yourself to orgasm somewhere in the building. When you have finished, you are to place two of your fingers inside yourself and coat them with your own juices. You are then to come here next to me and feed me your juices from your fingers. Is that understood?"

I am dumbstruck! Finger fuck myself here in the bowling alley and then feed him my juices from my own fingers? My God! This is too much! He's crazy! I can't do this! As I stare at his face he is no longer smiling.

"Remember, if you refuse to perform the task or fail in any way, I will spank your bare ass in front of everyone."

"Ok, ok" I manage to stammer. "Just let me think about it for a minute. I've never done this kind of thing before."

"That's the whole idea. You have the next five frames to think about it, princess, I'll be right here waiting."

He walks away, moving down to the lanes to begin his second game. He rolled a 175 the first game and now he starts the second with a strike. Doesn't this bother him? He's forcing me to perform as if he didn't care. Wait a minute! I agreed to do this, he's not forcing me to do anything. I'm forcing myself to behave this way.

As I bowl my first frame, I notice that no one is paying any particular attention to me. I'm the one who feels different but they can't see it. Maybe I can pull this off with the lights as low as they are for the holiday. 

By the third frame, I have checked out the ladies room and I think I can do this, especially if I remember to be quiet. Fourth frame. Done. Time to move. Now or never. 

Into the ladies, praying that it is unoccupied. No one. Into the stall, close the door, drop my panties. Lean back and close my eyes. Squeeze my nipples hard - oh, it hurts. Yes, harder, get my juices flowing. Move my left hand down and - my God, it's like a river down there. Two fingers slide easily into my pussy and I began to saw them in and out, pressing on the top edge - oh, yes, like that.

Move up to my clit. Yes, Yes, oh, that feels so good. I'm going to scream! No, don't scream, they'll hear you all the way to the lanes. Play with your clit! Yes, squeeze it hard. That's it! You're almost there. Bite your lip. Harder! Yes, Yes, that's it, you're cumming, Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh God, that was terrific. I should do that more often. Hurry, catch your breath, you still have to bring your juices to him. 

OK now, two fingers into the wet patch. Curl the fingers, that's it, get them good and wet. Now pull them out slowly. Now, pull your panties up - wait, slip a pad in there - now pull them all the way up. Good. Your fingers are still full of your juices and if you hold your hand low, now one will notice, I hope.

Keep the right hand low, between you and the wall as you walk toward him. Made it! Lean into his shoulder for a moment. He's turning toward you and bending his head. There, his mouth is open. Raise your right hand and feed him your fingers. Ohhhh, his mouth is warm and his tongue is licking your fingers. A deep sigh escapes your lips as he finishes licking your fingers and smiles broadly.

"Well done, princess, I knew you could do it. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, yes, I sure did. I haven't done that in a while and never in a public place. I feel so bad right now."

"Good. That's exactly how it should feel - good and bad at the same time. I'll bet you're really hot now. Would you like to cool off?"

"Mmmm, yes, but I think it's going to take some time."

"Not as long as you think. Are you ready for your third task?"

"Yes, I guess so. What do I have to do now?"

"Actually, cool off. After each of the next five frames you bowl, you will come back here and sit where you are now sitting. You will take one piece of ice from this drink cup and slide it into your pussy and hold it there until it melts. Think you can handle that?"

"Oh, but that's going to be really cold. I've never done anything like this before either. Where do you get these ideas? Do you like to push women over the edge or something? Is that your hobby?"

He puts a finger on my lips and presses them shut.

"Lisa, a simple yes or no will do."

"Yes, I guess I can do it. I've done things already that I didn't think I could do so, yes, I'll do it. Starting after I bowl in the sixth frame, right?" 

"Right. You're up in the fifth now. Go bowl."

Right - go bowl. If my pussy wasn't dripping so much I'd quit now but somehow the thought of that ice cube is fascinating. I know it will be cold, but inside me? Wow, am I ever pushing my boundaries tonight. But I get him all night if I keep going - what a Christmas present.

After the sixth frame, I sit beside him. He reaches into the drink cup and pulls out a square ice cube about the half the size of my palm. He hands it to me and grins. I close my eyes and my hand disappears below the table. Oh, it's cold as it bumps my thigh. I reach under my skirt with both hands and pry my panties off to one side. 

I talk a deep breath and place the ice cube on my pussy lips - Aaaaggggghhhh - it's sooooo cold. I push a little and it slides inside me. Oh God Oh God Oh God it's freezing me. It's too cold! Take it out! Take it out! And then I feel the cool water seeping from my pussy into the pad and it begins to feel good. Ahhhhh, the cold is gone and I am just wet but comfortable. I can handle this, only four more ice cubes to go.

As I sit up, I lean over to kiss his cheek and he turns his head to kiss my lips.

"Beautiful" he says, "I can't wait to watch you cum."

We do this three more times. Each time it gets easier but not any warmer. I still shiver in anticipation as I approach him for the final ice cube. So cold. So wet. Ahhhhh, there - it's in and it's beginning to melt. OOOOOOOhhhhhhh. It's over.

My God, what a bad girl I've become. Even I wouldn't have believed it if you told me a week ago I'd be doing things like this. One more task to go. I wonder what his devilish mind will think up next. Mmmmmm, my pussy is getting hot again just thinking of the possibilities.

"Last task, princess, are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready. What do I do now?"

"Sometime before your team finishes the fifth frame, you will remove your panties and give them to me in the same manner as you delivered your bra. I will again touch you to determine that you have completed the task. The final decision of reward or punishment will be delivered after both teams have finished bowling."

"No panties? No bra? You expect me to bowl in just this skimpy dress? Have you noticed how short this skirt is? If I bend over too far, everyone will see my bare ass!"

"So don't bend over too far. I'll be waiting right here."

I stalked off in a huff. He knew, of course, that I would go thru with it, I just had to convince myself. No panties, indeed. Well, I'd just have to stand up straight as I delivered the ball. Not too hard as I usually stand fairly straight anyway. Maybe I can get away with it. Fifth frame, huh. I'll take them off after I bowl the fifth frame, that will leave me only five frames to go.

At the end of the fifth frame, I was standing in front of him and sliding my wet panties into his front pocket. Being a gentleman, he caressed my bare ass to prove his point. Oh how I wanted his finger inside me. Now all I had to do was bowl five frames without mooning my team. I almost made it.




Christmas at the Bowling Alley



After the ninth frame, Kathy slid into the seat beside me and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Nice ass. Got a hot date tonight or was it earlier?"

I groaned and immediately put my head down onto the table. I couldn't look at her and I couldn't answer her so I just waited. Finally, she spoke again.

"Relax, I don't think anyone else saw what I saw. But I must admit I'm damn curious. You never dress like that."

"I'll tell you next week, Kathy, I promise. Just not now."

Game over! Score cards being signed. Folks saying goodbye, Merry Christmas, putting on their shoes. Kathy hugged me and whispered that she would remind me next week. Finally, I was alone on the lane and Jim was standing in his spot. I walked over to him and slipped my arms around his neck.

"I think I won the bet, didn't I? I did all you asked and without making any noise. And I didn't tell anyone, even when Kathy saw my bare ass. So I won, didn' I?"

"Yes, princess, you won but let me ask you a question. Were you a bad girl tonight?"

Even tho I told myself how had I was I wasn't prepared for his question. I knew if I said no I would be lying and I was pretty sure he wanted my to admit to it so I did.

"Yes, Jim, I've been a very bad girl tonight."

"You know, bad girls usually get punished. Sometimes, even spanked for their behavior. Do you think you deserve a spanking?"

"I thought that was the punishment for failing."

"Actually, the punishment for failing was the public humiliation, being spanked here in front of your friends. I'm talking about a private spanking. Remember, I'm to pleasure your body all night long but I need to know what pleasures you. 

My heart was beating so fast I almost couldn't breath. I looked into those big, blue eyes and decided I didn't care what he wanted to do with me, I was his. I could only manage to whisper two words.

"Yes... Please."

He took me home that night. And yes, he did spank me. And yes, he made love to me and pleasured my body all night long. He is the best Christmas present I ever had.



Christmas at the Cottage



It's Christmas Eve, and my plane is just now touching down at the airport, I grab my bags from the overhead and make my way off the plane, my first thoughts are to call my wife, Randee.

"Hey honey, I just touched down, I'll grab a cab and should be home shortly." I say.

"Actually honey, I'm at the cottage, I have the tree by the fireplace, just like you like it, and, uh, I have a special surprise for you when you get here, so please hurry, sweetie." She replies.

I tell her I Love You, and quickly begin rushing through the airport, I haven't been home in almost a week, and it killed me to by away from my wife for that long, and she knows that Christmas is my favorite time of the year, so I have no doubt that her surprise for me will be very special.

I jump in the first taxi I see, and off we go.The entire ride all I think about is seeing my wife, I can just picture her, her thin 5'4 frame, her long, beautiful, blonde hair, her crystal clear, blue eyes, her perfect b cup breasts, and the sweet smell of her perfume, these thoughts just engulf me, and before I know it, we're pulling up to the cottage, I generously tip the cabbie, and hurry towards the front door.

Once inside, I realize I'm walking into a Christmas village, she really went all out decorating this place, and there are two trees, one is in the screened in porch and the other is by the fireplace, I look around for a moment to take it all in, when I notice a note on the dining room table.

"Steve,

Welcome home sweetie,

I'm in taking a shower, why don't you pour yourself a glass of wine, and go sit in the overstuffed chair on the porch, and I'll bring your surprise out to you."

So I go and get the wine, I can hear her in the bathroom, drying off.

"Steve, is that you?" I hear her call out.

"Yes, baby, it's me."

"I'll be right out, go sit on the porch, ok?"

"Ok, don't keep me waiting." 

And I take the wine and two glasses and go sit in my favorite overstuffed chair out in our screened in porch.

After a few minutes, I hear the door open and my jaw almost hits the floor at the vision of beauty I see before me.

Randee looks stunning, her blonde hair still wet from her shower, but then I notice the surprise she was talking about, she's wearing this beautiful white nightie, with thin green straps, and a Christmas tree design on it, and it only comes down to her thighs.

I look at her in utter amazement for a minute, when finally she breaks the silence.

"Merry Christmas, Steve." She says as she slowly walks towards me, takes the glass of wine from my hand, and drinks the last little bit, then leans in and gives me a deep and a very passionate kiss, and I can feel her already unbuttoning my shirt and carressing my chest.

We kiss for a few minutes, when I feel her begin to rock back and forth on my lap, I can already feel myself getting hard, I can't help myself and I let my hands go under her nightie, but she stops me.

"You can have your present later." She says, pushing my hands away, and moving her one hand down to the bulge in my pants, gently rubbing it.

"Let me see that nice, hard cock, Steve." She says as she unzips my pants, and pulls my boxers down just enough, and she takes her hand and begins stroking my cock, nice and slow.

Then she moves up and begins kissing me again, and working her way dow, kissing my chest, my stomach, and again back to my cock, running her tongue around the head, and finally taking me into her mouth, just the head, bobbing her head, slowly up and down. 

After a few miuntes of this, she makes her way back up, and kisses my mouth very softly, and whispers in my ear.

"Do you want me to take the straps of my nightie down now?"

I nod my head, and she pulls them down, just enough for me to see her breasts, her nipples are rock hard, and I pull her in close and begin kissing and sucking around her nipples, biting them, making her gasp in pleasure, she then takes my hand and guides it between her legs, and I can already feel that she's wet. She stands up and removes her nightie, then she sits on my lap again and whispers.

"Take me back inside, I laid a blanket down by the fireplace so we can lay down by the tree."

I cradle her in my arms and carry her back inside, kissing her the entire way, and I place her down on the blanket, there are other lights on in the cottage except the Christmas lights, and her skin just seems to look more beautiful from the glow of the lights.

When I lay down beside her, she tells me to roll on to my stomach and that she wants to give me a massage. I roll over and she begins massaging my shoulders, eventually taking some scented body oil and drizzling some down my back and rubbing it it.

She massages me all the down to my butt, I feel so relaxed, I could almost fall asleep, she tells me to roll back over, and the she lays on top of me and we begin kissing, she works her way down my body until she reaches my hard, throbbing cock, and she takes me in her mouth again, but this time all the way to the back of her throat, and she spends a few minutes bobbing her head up and down my shaft.

Then she makes her way again back up my body, and tells me to get on top of her, so I wrap my arms around her and roll her on to her back, and I begin kissing down her body, kissing her mouth, then her neck, then down to her chest, kissing on her tits, sucking her nipples into my mouth and biting them, making her gasp, I kiss down to her belly button, and lick little circles around it, I can hear her breathing getting heavier.

My hand slides between her legs and I begin slowing her pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside, Randee moans and begins moving her hips to match my thrusts.

"Please, Steve, I want that hard cock inside me, please, let me feel that hard cock inside me." She begs.

I get between her legs and place the head of my cock at her opening, and slowly enter her, once all the way in, I give her a long, deep kiss, and slowly begin fucking her.

After a few minutes of this, I can see she's about to explode, at her urging, I pull out and put my mouth on her pussy, sucking and nibbling her already swollen clit, almost instantly she explodes, squirting on my face, soaking me.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" She exclaims.

She sits up and takes my cock in her hands and begins stroking me, her thumb rubbing across the head.

After about five minutes, I'm ready to cum.

"Please, Steve, cover me with your cum!" She exclaims as she lays on her back.

I just shoot my load all over her flat little stomach. We both lay there together for a few minutes, when Randee breaks the silence.

"I could use a shower again, why don't you join me."

And she takes me by my hand and leads me towards the shower, once inside, she turns the warm water on, and we begin kissing again, she takes my favorite body wash and begins washing my chest, and all the way down to my cock, which is once again very hard. 

Before too long, she has it in her mouth again, sucking on it harder then ever.

It doesn't take long before I explode in her mouth, she swallows it, and moves back up my body and kisses me again, letting me taste my sweet cum.

As the water runs over us, I wrap my arms around her, and kiss her again and again.

"Let's go to bed, sweetie." I whisper to her.

We towel off and head towards our bedroom. We look at the clock, and it's already Christmas morning.

"Want to open presents?" She asks.

"No, I've already gotten the best present ever." I reply as we both lay down and turn off the lights.

"This is the best Christmas, ever!" I say, just before falling asleep.