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X-Mas

By: SpankMeDaddy



Terry was holding on for dear life. The taxi driver didn't seem to understand things like "green means go" and "red means stop". It seemed more like he was determined to drive straight through every light, no matter what the color. His music, a mixture between a Yogi prayer and the latest hip-hop, blared through the cab. 

By the time Terry had reached Carl's house, she had almost pee'd herself. That would never do, showing up at your ex-boyfriend's house covered in pee. She reached in her purse to pay the crazed driver when he looked back at her and smiled. "I tell you what pretty lady," the driver said in a heavy mid-Eastern accent, "you let me take you out while you are in the city and you no pay me. I wanna know you." 

Terry already knew there was no way she was going out with this cat. But, she also knew that she could give him the wrong name and wrong room at the hotel she was staying at. "Sure. My name is Mary. Gimme a pen and a piece of paper and I will write down my hotel name. Look it up and call me."

Terry pulled her overnight case out and waved as he screeched off down the block. For a minute, she just took some time to breathe. It was nice not being in a moving car hurdling toward other moving cars. 

Then, Terry squared her shoulders and headed for the front door. Her ex, Carl, wanted to see her. She knew she had better go ahead and see what was going on. The thing with Carl is, what Carl wants, Carl gets immediately. Being away from him for 8 years hadn't made Terry forget that.

Terry knocked on the door with a little bit of trepidation. She hoped that she looked ok for Carl. At 5' even, she was no one's tall drink of water. But, she was curved in all the right spots. Her breasts were always showstoppers. With a 34 J chest, she was used to covering them up so they wouldn't cause problems. Today at Carl's, however, she knew to show up in a tight white bustier masquerading as a shirt. Her ass was too big for some, but Carl had a thing about asses. He loved a girl with a huge ass. So Terry made sure that her black leather skirt was just short enough to show off her pussy if she bent over at all. Terry made sure that since the rest of her was so pronounced, she kept her waistline very trim. She decided to emphasize it today by wearing a gold chain around her waist, attached to her navel ring. Carl would like that.

She felt like such a slut as she waited for Carl to answer the door. In his neighborhood of soccer moms and cute little kids throwing snowballs and yelling to each other, she was an unhappy distraction.

Terry's feet were killing her, encased in 4 inch red patent leather pumps. Carl had left her outside waiting for 10 minutes already. Terry was just about to slide one heel off when Carl opened the door. 

"Baby!" Carl opened his arms wide. Terry was genuinely happy to see him. She allowed herself to be enveloped in a big hug. Carl was a big bear of a man with a voice and personality to match. He wasn't all that tall, at 5'7. But there was something about him that made even the strongest of women want to give him whatever he demanded. His big barrel chest felt hard and unforgiving against Terry's breasts.

Terry knew not to speak until Carl gave her permission. He had trained her well all those years ago. Carl's hands went from a welcoming hug of an old friend to roughly grabbing Terry's ass under her skirt. "Good girl! You knew not to show your black ass up with any panties on. I had planned to punish you for your panties. I am happy we can forego that."

Terry stood silently in his grip, allowing his thick fingers access to her ass and pussy. Carl roughly stuck a finger into her pussy and fucked in and out a few times. Then he smiled as he pulled his hand out and held it to Terry's lips. Terry knew what to do. She looked Carl in the eye as she licked all of her juices off his fingers. When she was finished, Carl kissed her deeply on the mouth and slapped her ass. 

"Well, baby, come on in." Carl led her through his foyer into a comfortable sitting room. She could tell that he had an interior decorator do this room. Eight years ago all that was in this room was a vintage Harley that Carl had been restoring. Now, the Harley was being displayed off in one corner, on a stage of sorts, lit by beautiful hidden lighting. The furniture was all black leather accented by silver studs. But, the pieces of art and the baby grand in the other corner, made this room feel designer, not tasteless.

Carl led Terry over to a chaise and motioned for her to sit down. "Tell me, what have you been doing lately? I know it isn't taking sexy pictures for me." Carl bent down at Terry's feet to unbuckle her shoes while she talked.

"Well, pretty much the same old things. I am still going nuts with the people at work. My kids are growing like weeds but driving me nuts with getting older. I met a guy. I am thinking that I might settle down with him. I think I am ready to get remarried." Terry laid her head back against the soft leather of the chaise while Carl massaged her feet.

"That is good, baby." Carl paused to put one of Terry's big toe into his mouth and lightly bite and suck on it. "You need some happiness. Hopefully this new cat will talk you outta that hellacious job of yours. You need to stay home and have more babies." Carl's hands started rubbing Terry's thighs lightly. His callused hands were heavy even when he was just lightly touching her. 

Instead of ravaging her as Terry expected, Carl leaned in to kiss her softly. "Hey babe. I know you must be starving. Let's go out and get some good food and talk some more." 

Carl helped Terry up from the chaise. With care, he led Terry off to a guest bedroom off the front foyer. Carl was being so gentle with her that it was making Terry's hair stand up on her arms. "Something is afoot," Terry thought.

Inside the bedroom, there was a massive four-poster bed. The mahogany posts were big as tree trunks. On the silk duvet covering the huge bed, there was a beautiful velvet gown. 

"Put this on, baby. When I saw it, I knew I wanted to see you in it." Carl kissed Terry and left out of the room.

Once Carl was gone, Terry sat heavily on the bed, trying to figure out what he was doing. Carl would have had her tied to something and spanking her by now. At least there would have been nipple chains or something. 

"Oh well", Terry sighed to herself. "No way to figure this out but to let him play his little game."

Terry slide out of her black leather skirt but left her bustier on. She slid the black gown over her skin. The inside of the dress was lined with satin. It felt decadent against her skin. The dress was strapless and had a very low back. There was no way she was going to be able to even wear the bustier with it. Once she shed the bustier as well, she put the dress back on. It fit her like a glove. The back of the gown dipped down until it almost showed her ass cleavage. The front had a deep V. The cups of the dress hugged her breasts, making them puff over the top, just a bit. There was a split on both sides of the dress that went all the way up to the top of her hips. It was if the dress was made for her.

Terry snuck out to the foyer to grab her overnight bag. She thought she heard the whistle of swinging cattails, but she couldn't be sure. She hurried back into her room, so Carl would not find her in the hall. 

There was a thick diamond necklace that Carl had given her years ago in her bag. Ten rows of diamonds stacked on top of each other to form a collar. She adjusted her collar and her make up in the mirror. She was looking at the over all effect as she put in diamond earrings. With her faux lashes making her eyes look sexy and her red lipstick making her full lips look pouty, Terry knew that Carl would be pleased. 

Carl came into the room as she was trying to decide between a pair of thigh high boots or sexy black heels. Carl told her to put on the black heels and let him see. 

Once Terry had the heels on, she modeled them with the dress for Carl. He made her prop her foot up on the bed, so he could inspect closely. Carl bent closely to the boots and bit Terry through the fabric. She felt his hand, moving the fabric aside so that he could feel her sex with his hand. After spanking her full lower lips hard twice, he dropped her dress. "Put on thigh high stockings and the heels."

Carl sat back in an oversized chair covered in leopard skin to watch Terry. "Slowly, slowly," he instructed as she unzipped her boots. Terry's breasts almost spilled out the top of her dress, as she got to the bottom of the zipper.

Terry made a show of sliding her sheer black panty hose over her shapely legs. Always a pretty mocha color, 

Terry's skin took on a mysterious tone with the added fabric. She made sure that the seams in the back of the stockings were straight before she put on the garter belt and attached the stockings. Terry added the shoes and came over to the chair for inspection. Carl smiled and motioned for her leg. 

Terry propped one well-shod foot between Carl's legs. He ran thick hands over her legs, savoring the feel. Then, from out of the front pocket of his understated tux, he pulled out a diamond chain. He placed it around Terry's ankle and kissed a dimple in her knee.

Carl led Terry to the bed and laid her just over the edge, her ass pointed to him. He pulled the dress aside so he could admire her ass. To him, it seemed plumper since the last time he had seen it and he loved it.

Terry could feel his hands roughly moving her cheeks to and fro. She was preparing for him to shove himself inside her. Instead, he bent down and lavished her asshole with little kisses. Carl's tongue massaged Terry's hole. She wanted to moan so badly. But, she knew he would beat her if she made a sound.

Carl saw how wet Terry was getting and grinned to himself. He knew she would be ready when he was finally ready to use her for his pleasure.

Carl rose up after one last intimate kiss to her rose bud. Carl kissed Terry on the mouth, which she eagerly returned. He could tell by the way Terry was slinking against him, she wanted him to fuck her. "Let her wait," he chuckled to himself.

Carl ended up taking Terry out for a lovely dinner of Lobster bisque and a crisp Riesling. Instead of going to a busy restaurant, Carl took her to a private residence that catered to couples of discriminating taste. There were different spaces set for eating that would give each couple privacy and cater to their every whim.

There was another couple there, eating at the dining table. Terry saw how in love they were. She and Carl were shown to a dining area in the atrium. It was lovely, eating in candlelight surrounded by exotic plants, under the stars.

The hostess came to ask Carl if there was anything else that he wished. "Yes," Carl said, giving the woman a stack of folded bills. "My lady would like the house special."

The hostess took the money and the request discreetly. "As you wish, sir."

A few minutes later, there was a gorgeous woman at their table. She seemed to be Tahitian or Polynesian. There was a lush flower in her hair and she was covered at the hips by a sarong. Her nipples were covered in slices of sugar-covered strawberries. 

Terry looked at Carl in askance. Carl smiled and said, "Give or receive?" Carl had never given Terry that choice before. 

Terry smiled at Carl and said, "Receive."

The beautiful young woman kneeled before Terry. Her soft, small hands moved Terry's skirt aside. She took a small bottle of Moet and shook it up. Once she got the cork out, the liquid started to spray out profusely. She aimed it at Terry's clit. 

The hard spray of champagne on her clitoris shocked Terry. It felt wonderful, like an instant orgasm. Terry felt her body convulsing as the alcohol stimulated her intensely. Once the spraying was over, the woman replaced the liquid with her tongue. Her tongue was warm in contrast to the cool liquid of the champagne. 

Carl came over and grabbed the girl's hair. "Lick my bitch's snatch." That seemed to make the girl want to lick deeper and more intensely.

Terry threw her legs over the girl's shoulders, allowing her deeper access. The girl's tongue seemed to be everywhere, showing Terry lots of attention.

Right when Terry was at the point of cumming hard, Carl pulled the girl up. "You are done, cunt." He bent to her breasts and roughly bit off some of the strawberries from both breasts. 

The woman bowed slightly and turned to leave. Carl called out for her to stop. He made the girl bend over the table and held her ass open. Carl unzipped his pants and slid on a condom. He bent down to her ass and spit in the hole. 

As she screamed, "No!" Carl fucked her ass. 

The more she screamed, the harder he fucked her. The hostess came to the door. 

Terry expected her to stop Carl, but she came over and held the girl's ass open more. Then, as Carl sped up, the hostess started to spank the girl's nipples harshly. 

Carl came in a grunt, pushing the girl from him. He motioned for Terry to rise. He was done.

When they left out, Terry turned back to see the girl under the hostess' skirt, the hostess holding her head in place. The hostess was screaming obscenities and cumming hard. 

Terry and Carl waited for the door man to get their coats. Terry glanced off to the side and saw the couple in the dining room. The man, an older white conservative looking gentleman, was vigorously sucking the dick of the server, while his female companion, a beautiful full figured black woman, was fucking him with a monster dildo.

The ride home was uneventful. Carl nursed Terry's breasts as the sounds of Christmas jazz filled his limo. As they rode through the city, the beautiful Christmas lights assailed them. Terry couldn't believe how at peace she felt cuddling in Carl's arms.

When they pulled up to Carl's home, there were carolers singing up and down the street. Carl wrapped his arms around Terry to keep her warm. Terry snuggled in close and giggled as Carl kissed away snowflakes on Terry's nose. 

Once inside, Carl instructed Terry to have a hot shower. Carl kissed Terry deeply. It felt different than before. Terry thought she saw a twinkle in his eyes before he headed off to his rooms.

Terry stripped naked. She walked through the connecting door of the bathroom and drew a bath. Usually a shower girl, she couldn't resist soaking for a bit to warm up. With the water running, Terry flicked the remote for the fireplace. She looked through the play list for the music system in the bathroom. Instead of Christmas music, she opted for a little Coltrane. The sounds of "A Love Supreme" drifted through the room. 

Terry sunk down into the tub and turned off the water. A push of a button and the Jacuzzi was bubbling around her. She was feeling sexy and loved and relaxed. 

The door of the bedroom opened and Carl followed the music into the bathroom. "Damn, I wanted you to take a shower. I have to pee and I was looking forward to peeing on you." They laughed together.

Years ago, when Carl and Terry were monogamous lovers, they fell out over Carl wanting to pee on Terry. That was something he wanted that she was not willing to do. And Carl was not willing to have anyone in his life that wasn't giving him exactly what he wanted. 

Tonight, they laughed about it and Carl sat on the edge of the tub. "Baby," he massaged Terry's scalp, "I have missed your black ass. I miss the way your pussy milks my dick. I miss the way you love the taste of your cum on my dick. I really miss the way you look back at me when I am fucking your ass and you tell me you are my little bitch or my cunt."

Terry looked at Carl through the mirror. She could see his dark skin glistening in the humid air. Carl's muscles were very defined. They were clearly visible through his dark green silk robe. His mustache was thick, full lips underneath. His eyes were almond and deep chocolate. They looked obsidian when he is really serious about something. Like right then... 

Terry tried to look relaxed, but she knew Carl had something to say. "Daddy, whatever you want to tell me, you know I will always listen." 

Carl smiled and bent down to kiss Terry tenderly. "Yes, baby. I do know that. It is just that seeing you again is bringing up a lot of feelings I thought that I had put away for good. You are giving me things to think on."

Carl stood up and shoke his shoulders, as if to shake off the conversation. "Baby, hurry up. I have strawberries and champagne in my room. And, you don't have to eat them off anyone." They both laugh again and Carl leaves out. 

As Terry dried off, she contemplated what is going on with Carl. She knows that he is seeing a girl there in town. From what Terry can tell, the girl is trying but Carl isn't very happy with her. When Terry asked if they were serious, Carl always changed the subject.

Terry rubbed scented oil all over her body. Then, she carefully put the diamond collar and anklet back on. She looked through her bags until she found her diamond studs that went through her nipples. She attached a diamond-studded chain to loop the nipple rings to each other. Terry added a diamond slave bracelet to her foot that was bare. It was made in India and was very intricate. Once she added a deep red lipstick she was ready.

Terry noticed how the cold marble made her steps sound heavy as she moved towards Carl's rooms. Her mocha skin gleamed in the candlelight lighting her way. 

Knocking softly, Terry waited to be invited inside Carl's private rooms. She thought she heard a whip cutting air, but why would Carl be whipping air?

Carl opened the door and motioned Terry in lavishly. In his sitting room, there were deep chocolate couches covered in velvet. Carl motioned for Terry to sit and recline. He had a tray of chocolate covered strawberries flanked by a bottle of Cristal and Baccarat champagne flutes. "Prelude to a Kiss" by Duke Ellington was gently filling the air. The fireplace was crackling with gold Yule log. 

Carl sat next to Terry and took her feet into his hands. Carl massaged and kneaded her feet until Terry was ready to purr. They made small talk about old times, just enjoying being with each other. 

Terry took a deep breath in. "Daddy, you always smell so wonderful, what cologne is that you are wearing?" Terry leaned in closer to smell Carl more deeply. 

Carl chuckled. "Clive Christian or something. Hey, I just grab and spray. I am glad you approve." Carl got up and grabbed a gift off to the side. "I thought about you earlier this week and I remembered how much you love parfum. I picked this up for you."

Terry took the gift and looked up at Carl, eyes swimming with unshed tears. "But, Daddy, Christmas isn't even here yet. Are you sure that I can open it now?" Carl had never gone through the trouble of getting a gift actually wrapped. Terry was anxious to see what it was.

Carl kissed Terry deeply, "Open it, baby." 

Terry opened the paper and saw it was Bond No. 9 parfum. He couldn't have picked a better gift. Terry leapt into his lap and covered him with kisses.

They were tangled up in each other laughing and kissing. It felt so right. Carl pulled back and told her, "Hey, I have one more gift. So you might wanna save a little bit of that gratitude." 

Terry couldn't imagine getting two gifts. But, she knew if Carl said it, it was so. He went into the other room and came back with a huge box with a bow on the top. 

Terry hopped up and took the top off the box. Inside was another box with a bow. Terry made a grimace at Carl. He laughed as she opened the next box and found the same thing. By the time she was at the 5th box, Terry was ready to cobber Carl. Carl was laughing so hard he could hardly contain himself. The final box was from Tiffany's. It was small enough to fit in Terry's hand. Inside was an exquisitely made lock. It was made of platinum and shaped like a heart. It was engraved. "All mine."


X-Mas at Terry's



This is a true story about how I finally got my chance to fuck my sister...

Let me start by saying that I have always been in love and lust with my sister. I am now 31 and she is 34. Growing up I was always the youngest sibling in the family but I still had BIG dreams about my sister's body. Terry is 5'8 125 pounds with a size B cup size. She doesn't have big breasts but to me they are perfect.

Growing up I always wondered what she looked like naked. At times I would try to look down her shirt, occasionally seeing her small ripe breasts wrapped in a silky sexy bra. My dick would stand at attention when I saw this sight and I needed to go to my room and jerk it off till I came thinking about what I just saw. I imagined that she was sucking on my cock telling me how good it tasted then I would take my hard swollen cock and plow into her pussy till she was begging me not to stop....by this time in my fantasy I usually came all over my chest. After I cleaned up I realized maybe this was just a fantasy that will never come true - BOY,WAS I WRONG.

Let me explain. I was visiting my sister this past x-mas and seeing my two nephews as well. George Jr is 13 and the youngest Ryan just turned two. I love these guys with all my heart so seeing them was a great feeling. I got there X-mas eve and gave each of them a hug hello then my sister came up to me to hug as well. She looked great. She had her hair up in a pony-tail, tight black jeans on, and a tight red/green x-mas shirt she apparently bought for the holiday. MAN, she was gorgeous. She came over and hugged me and I realized during the squeeze her tits were mashed against my chest and she had no bra on. I started to get an instant hard-on when she broke the hug and looked at me and said, "God, you felt great".

"Huh?"

"I mean, I haven't hugged you in so long that it felt great, I love you Bro, you know that," and she smiled at me. I smiled back knowing she meant we hadn't seen each other in such a long time. It was now X-mas evening and the kids, me and Terry were watching a couples of videos to put the kids to sleep. Ryan fell asleep in my arms while Terry picked up George Jr and carried him into his room. My sister came back and was wearing a short, white terry cloth bathrobe. She came over to where I was sitting and sat in the floor in front of me.

I asked her "Would you like a shoulder rub?" She agreed and I began to rub her shoulders and arms. Each time I would rub her neck my fingers would open the top of her robe a little more finally giving me a great downblouse view of those gorgeous tits and ripe nipples I dream about. Those tits of hers are like little grapefruits with nipples that are so succulent and juicy I almost came just rubbing her body and looking at those nipples. GOD, was I in heaven at this time. I had such a hard-on, I could have cracked walnuts with it.

She leaned back her head and closed her eyes as I continued to feast on her loveliness. My cock was just inches now from the back of her head, I felt like my cock would explode if it didn't get out soon. She leaned against me now full force and landed in my lap where I'm sure my hard cock was now poking her in the head through my jeans. She didn't seem to mind in fact she shifted her head from side to side trying to get comfortable she said. All in the meantime I never stopped caressing her arms and enjoying the view.

Finally after a short while she says "Good night, see you in the morning." She bent down to kiss me showing me those tits one last time for the night.

I said, "Good night sis, and thanks." She look puzzled but smiled as she went into her room for the night. Later on I had to masturbate thinking of what might have been and what I saw so far from my sister and that body of hers. I came so hard I almost hit my own eye. I thought what a relief, but I want more.

I fell asleep till morning wondering what else may happen this weekend. I woke up with the flu-like symptoms. I had a temperature of 101 and felt like shit. I was coughing, wheezing and thought "great, what a way to celebrate X-mas". As X-mas day wore on, my sis took great care of me, giving me soup, keeping my glass full of orange juice and taking my temperature. X-mas night after all the kids were put to bed Terry turns to me and says "You look like shit bro."

I say "thanks a lot, that's just what I needed to hear."

She said "I mean you haven't BATHED or SHOWERED since you got here 2 days ago".

I agreed but told her "I feel so weak I couldnt even wash my hair in the tub let alone stand up in the shower."

She said "I'll run you a bath." I agreed and off she went to run the water. After the water was turned off she said, "Here, I'll help you into the bathroom". I was sooo weak that I decided to let her help. I got undressed and slipped into the warm water, man, it felt sooo nice to feel that warm water. Terry yells from her room "I'll be right there, I want to get into my robe." My pulse starts to race knowing what that means - SHOW TIME AGAIN!!

She comes into the bathroom and closes the door. She comes over to the tub and says "any problems getting washed?"

I said "Yes, wash my back for me." She takes the washcloth and begins to wash my back. She grabs the soap and begins to lather my shoulders and back really well. GOD, it feels great. Her touch is making me get a hard-on again and she looks down at the water and notices it smiling as she works.

"It is sooo great SEEING you here bro."

I'm not sure what she meant by that comment but I simply replied "Thanks, I'm glad I'm here too."

She then says "All done with your back - anything else you need?"

I smiled and said, "I can't wash my hair," so she picks up the shampoo, lathers it up really good and starts to lather my hair.

She says "I need to rinse your hair so lean way back with your head." I do as I'm told and she leans way into the tub to reach my head. As she does her robe opens and falls off her shoulders revealing those gorgeous tits again. As she leans forward to rinse my head her tit falls right by my face so I didn't let this opportunity pass by this time. I opened my mouth and closed it around her nipple sucking all the time she is rinsing my head.

She feels this and is shocked saying, "ooooh, bro what are you doing?"

I continue what I'm doing and take her hand and put it on my swollen, hard cock in the water. She slowly starts to pump my cock as I take the other nipple in my mouth now. After a short time stroking me and me sucking on her nipples getting them rock hard she says "Ok, play time is over. Now its time to get out of the tub." I reluctantly let go and stand naked with a hard, steel-like cock sticking out at her. I stand by the sink drying off as she stands naked by the mirror admiring herself.

As she bends over to get something out of the medicine cabinet, she reveals to me a gorgeous, hot, sticky, wet pussy. I then took my now dry but still hard cock and put it into her pussy sliding partly in.

She says "What?!"

But I stop her in mid speech and say, "GOD, I want you sis. I want to fuck you like I dream about, how thoughts of you are what I masturbate to."

I reach up and grab her tits in my hands as I rock forward sliding in deeper, Terry now rocks back saying "Ohhh god, that feels so great! Fuck me Bro, Fuck Me!!!" We start to fuck like mad dogs now all the while we are professing our love to each other.

I tell her "Ohh, I love you Terry."

She says back "AHHH,OOOOH FUCK ME....I LOVE YOU TOO....NOW DON'T STOP FUCKING ME....FILL ME UP WITH YOUR JIZZ....I WANT YOU TO CUM ON MY FACE....TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO CUM OK?"

I Feel the pressure in my balls start to explode and say "NOW!! I'M GOING TO CUM NOW." Terry gets on her knees and starts to suck my cock like an expert. Even though I don't need much more help. I tell her "OK, here it cums." She releases my cock from inside her mouth just as I start to cum. I shoot my cum all over, it hits her on the eyes, some dribbled of her cheek and some she licked with her finger off her forehead.

"UMMM, that tastes so good bro". She smiled at me as she picks up her bathrobe and says, "I'm going to bed now. Oh, and one other thing Bro, Merry X-mas!!!"

With that she walked into her room. I thought about what just happened and. You KNOW where I spent the night!!



X-mas Blowjob



Every Christmas Eve we have at my In-laws. My wife is from a huge family and has 8 siblings, which you can guess has a lot of kids. So every year that is the only time I really drink to deal with that many people. This time was no different, I had already downed a couple of beers and my wife decided we would stay in the guest room so we didn't have to drive home. 

I was nice and tipsy talking to my father, Dwayne. I had always fantasized about sucking his cock and having him fuck me in the ass. I am straight for the most part but we all have those fantasies we rarely tell anyone. I guess I must have been thinking out loud when we were talking cause I told him I would love to suck his cock for Christmas. He just looked at me without an ounce of surprise on him and told me to follow him and we would both get a Christmas wish.

We went down into the downstairs bathroom where he shut and locked the door behind us. He started undoing his belt and pants and told me to get on my knees. I did as he asked, amazed that this was actually happening. He dropped his pants to reveal a rather large semi erect cock. I immediately took it into my mouth and began sucking and licking his cock. He moaned and put his hand on the back of my head saying it had been years since anyone has even touched it and his wife never sucked it. I just bobbed up and down his cock getting it harder and harder. 

After a while of sucking his cock and stroking it finally got fully hard. He was 9 inches easily, it was huge. I started trying to take as much as I could and stroking it with my hands. I kept working it farther back trying to get use to his massive cock. 

I started licking around the head of his cock as he moaned, "Oh my god what have I been missing?"

I started bobbing with my head and my hand working up a good rhythm. I pulled it out of my mouth and kept stroking saying I wish he would fuck me in my virgin ass with it later. He just looked down at me and smiled as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. Then he started throat fucking me pretty fast and hard and as he shoved his cock deep in my mouth he held me there. He then started cumming a mountain of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and he was like a firehose. The rest poured out into my hands and 

I drank it up when he pulled out. I then licked his cock clean as he sit on the sink panting. He let me suck for a while until he was limp then he pulled his pants back up. He said I could blow him anytime I wanted and to meet him back her at 2am tonight. 

We then went back up stairs as though nothing happened and both him and I were a lot happier. He then left for a bit but was back shortly and the party resumed as though nothing had happened. My wife and I went to bed and soon she was out like a light. Around 2am I snuck down stairs like he asked and he met me in the bathroom. This time he was sporting full wood and told me he had been thinking about this all night. He then told me to take my pants off.

He then sad down on the toilet and told me to start sucking his cock. I did as he asked and he had me move my ass to where he could get it. He then applied some lube and started fingering my ass. It felt good then with his other hand he took out his phone and started looking at pictures. He then moaned a little and told me to go bend over the sink. I did and I feel his cock rub up against my asshole and then he entered me. It hurt but I wanted this so he kept going until all 9 inches were in me then he set his phone down by my head. Then while looking at the phone he started pounding away. I had to brace myself as he fucked me harder and harder. It felt good and even made me cum as he fucked me. He kept on going for what seemed like forever. He would back off and slowly fuck me then pound the shit out of me. 

"God" he said "It has been a long time since I had a tight hole to fuck." 

He then started pounding me really hard and pulled out, grabbed my head and came in my mouth. I swallowed it all and he told me that I was a good fuck as he washed up and went back to bed. 

I then headed upstairs with a tummy full of cum and a hard on. I saw his wife laying on the couch. The one thing about Beth is she has the sexiest feet I have ever seen. Not caring anymore I took my cock out and wrapped her feet around it. Then I fucked her feet until I came all over them. Then I headed up to bed and looked at the time it was 4 am so that means he fucked me for almost 2 hours. I was not tired so I headed out back to his room and snuck under the covers and sucked on his cock for an hour until he came again in my mouth then went to bed. 

The next day we traveled to my parents for Christmas Day. I had a hard time sitting and when I got there my dad asked me to help him in the garage. 

He asked me "What's the matter?" and without thinking I told him. 

"My ass hurts from Dwayne fucking it last night." 

"Oh so you will let him fuck you but not your dad?" he said as he dropped his pants showing his big cock. 

I said, "Holy shit" and took it into my mouth and started stroking my dad's cock. 

He was soon hard and at 9.5 inches. It was bigger then Dwayne's. 

"That's a good slut sucking dad's cock, here let me help." 

He then grabbed the back of my head and shoved it all the way down my throat. 

"Oh you are so good." 

He then began fucking my mouth he then pulled it out and I sucked his balls while stroking it. Then I went back to bobbing up and down on his cock until he came hard into my mouth. I then kept sucking making sure he stayed hard which he did. 

He then asked me to take my pants off and bend over. I did as he asked then felt him lube my ass then he started fingering it. Soon I felt his cock push into me. I moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as he fucked me hard. 

"I wish I would have known you were such a slut" said dad "I would have fucked you years ago." 

He then grabbed my arms and started pounding me harder than before. 

"Glad I just came cause I am really enjoying this." 

He pounded me hard for 3 hours before he pulled out and came in my mouth. He then washed his cock, sit down and had me blow him for an hour before cumming again. 

"Merry Christmas" he said, "I am going to enjoy this."



X-Mas Eve



Sitting on our bed amid piles of bright crinkly paper, tangled ribbons and bows, I attempt to finish the wrapping of presents for family members - Dan - etc this Christmas Eve. We're behind; - of course we're behind. Two busy adults, lively careers, just beginning their own crazy schedules . . .

"How am I going to find the time to work on getting all the food ready too?" I wonder to myself, fuming, opening another roll of paper. Cutting quickly with furious motions my tirade continues with, "I can't believe all the money we just spent - they'd better love these presents!" Then, centering yet another present to wrap, "Shit!" as the paper tears on the corner of a large box. I'm the type of person who likes to at least make the presents look decent instead of just thrown together ...

At that moment the bedroom door opens just a crack to admit the relaxed face of you, back from checking on Gabby & Dan. Eyes twinkling, you take in my frazzled appearance and the ensuing storm. "Hey. They're all asleep." You risk life and limb wandering into the room, knowing full and well the frenzy I am in - and then locking the door behind you. 

"Hey," you say again.

I mutter an unintelligible reply.

"Can I help?" you say

Glaring at you, " Um Steve what do you think?"

Chuckling now, totally unaffected by my some what angry mood, you sit on the bed and pick up a present to wrap. It's one of the boys from the Bratz dolls series. Squinting slightly, you hold it out at arm's length, studying the cropped hair, jewelry, backpack.

"It looks like a girl." you say

"I know." 

"So why does she -" is that you can get out before ...

"I don't care why she wants it!" I say in a not so nice tone ...

You look over at my fuming face and smile easily. "God, you're sexy when you're pissed." 

I bite back an answering smile, saying, "If you're not going to help, then go watch T.V. or something. There's still too much to do before we can get some sleep tonight Steve. "Absolutely." You say, wearing THAT grin. That charming, I wanna throw you down and have hardcore / lustful sex, aren't I cute, c'mon baby kind of grin. 

Only somewhat affected, I shake my head, "No." with a smirk

"Aw, c'mon," you tease, picking up the dolls again. You rearrange limbs, placing them in obscene and compromising positions. "See? The Bratz dolls are having sex!" Look she's giving him a head job. Next to follow are little girl / boy sounds of dolls pleasuring themselves ...

"No." I say, looking away. "We have to get this done." trying so hard to not laugh at you're impersonations ...

Next you find the Magic 8 ball sitting beside me. Shaking the toy you ask it -"Will we be having hot - wet sex tonight?" You're astounded as you turn it over to read it reply, "It Is Decidedly So." it says ...

That forces a smile from me but, I'm not going to give in that easily Steve. (It's tough to get rid of a really good grump) ha ha ha ...

Moving in closer on the bed, you toy with the Rescue Heroes URV robot I'm attempting to wrap. You flick the switch and the robot announces loudly, "System Operational." I try to pull the box away but URV keeps talking with, "Awaiting Input," ( with you're questioning glance ) and then "Commence Action," (to you're "Yeah, baby!") Next you take control of the remote, causing the robot to become very tall and announce it has reached, ( "Maximum Body Extension." ) At you're answering wink and somewhat inappropriate hand gestures, I decide enough is enough already I can't keep the laughing silent any longer ...

I throw wadded green wrapping paper in you're general direction, followed by gold ribbons, a bag of bows and an empty shirt box. You duck each item, and grab my arms, tickling me, making me laugh even harder at you're antics. Still a bit worried, I meet you're eyes and wonder, "How are we ever going to get all of this stuff wrapped by tomorrow Steve?"

Its like you understood what I was saying even with no words ever spoken. You do know me all to well. And only you know how to calm - comfort - ease - protect. You stroke my hair, then my cheek, saying, "It'll get done honey," and then you pull me in - to capture my mouth. You're chin is rough, you taste like peppermints and I melt into you're wonderful handsome extraordinary body. I can't believe how hot you always seem to make me Steve, instant lust, and I wrap my arms around you and kiss you back with so much want & excitement. You do bring out the best in me no matter what the circumstances may be ...

It's a good thing our bed is large; we shove the presents and wrapping implements aside as we tumble throughout the bed. I'm wearing one of you're shirts and as we kiss, lick, and nibble you easily remove it, baring my rock hard tits. Mounds waiting for you're attention. Leaning back you remove you're T-shirt and then lay us down easily onto the sheets. Our warm naked bodies meet, soft against hard. I writhe against you with increasing passion as you're mouth and tongue and teeth devour my neck, my nipples, my navel. God' I love it when you ravish me. & I love being captive to you. Moaning, I stretch out, fingers fiddling through you're hair. You travel down the length of my exposed body, quickly sliding impatient fingers into my panties as you tear them down; they end up somewhere below my knees. You're mouth finds my aroused pussy and I gasp as you begin to finger & lick. I can feel the want in you're breath. I can feel my desires with each thrust of you're finger. One then two ... 

You're insistent tongue demands my attention as you pleasure every inch of my quivering flesh. When you move to my clit I can't remain still. Groaning and moving my hips up to you're mouth I'm murmuring, "don't stop, oh please," and I can feel you're smile as you continue to lick and now nibble my oh so sensitive clitoris. Oh yea fuck me ... as my nails run the length of you're back. My hand stroking you're cock as the tip begins to drip. I reach down spreading myself for you wanting to give you complete access. You lick from my clit to my ass. Taking my legs and bending me, you are able to tongue fuck both my ass and cunt. I love the feeling of you're tongue sliding in and out of my holes. 

You like the taste of my ass don't you Steve? I say ...

I get mumbles in return.

I again ask this time raking my nails down the middle of you're back ...

You plunge you're tongue as deep as you can. With both hands you grab a hold of my ass spreading me as you're fingers gather around my tight little hole. You take you're index fingers at each side inserting the tips opening as you're tongue continues on its rampage ... then taking you're middle fingers and adding to the opening. 

Fuck yea you like spreading me like that don't you?

Clenching, trembling, my body arches upward as my orgasm bursts through me. "Ohhhhh Steve!" Everything implodes, my eyes are shut tightly, I can't even think as I fall back, panting, shuddering.

Still shaking, my eyes open to watch you join me at the top of the bed, erection pointing you're way. You wipe you're smiling wet mouth and then kiss me with force / passion / lust. I love the taste of myself on you're lips, and the thought excites me darkly as I reach out and touch you. Oh, Steve you are so hard. I start to stroke you with one hand but you have other ideas and push me back on the bed, putting you're hands under my ass cheeks.

You lift me slightly, easily fitting you're cock into my dripping pussy as you thrust into me. You groan at the tightness, the wet, the warmth, and I gasp at the sensation of you're thick cock filling my sensitive tissues. I am so willing; you easily fuck in and out of me, pleasuring us both.

Fuck my pussy Steve ... yes yes yes

"Pinch your nipples," You say, and I comply, 

Looking up into you're lust-filled face. You pump harder into me as I tease and toy my peach-colored nipples for you're and for my own enjoyment. With a grin you reach, & lube a bit with some of my juicy wetness and then slide a finger back deep into my tightening ass.

I squeal and squirm, but you're hands are holding me firmly, and soon I'm begging for more again as you continue to fuck and finger my ass. Whimpering, I pinch my nipples harder at you're directions and moan as you continue to torment my ass in time with you're own thrusts. 

You stop, back up slightly and lift my legs up over you're shoulders.

You're smoldering look tells me what you intend, and before I can protest, ( not that I would ) you're large, rock hard cock is poised directly at my tightest hole. I am well lubed now, somewhat prepared, and I attempt to relax as you push forward, forcing entrance with just the tip of you're cock.

Eyes widening, biting my lip, I wriggle a bit as my tender ass gradually submits to you wantingly. I reach down to play with my aroused pussy as you continue to push forward into my ass, not stopping until you are in all the way up to you're balls. Pausing slightly to allow me some time to adjust, you watch my busy fingers taking heed of my dripping cunt. You rest there for a moment feeling my ass tighten / pump around you're cock. This is a feeling you love and can never resist. Fucking me in my ass has always been ultimate pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, finger your pussy," You breath, and I do

The arousal filling my head. Sweet moisture trickles down to where you're thickness stretches my tightness. Grabbing my ass cheeks, cupping them, you begin to take deep, "powerful" - hard wonderful strokes.

Anal sex is always so intense for us; You're hard pounding makes me beg for more and I clench as I start to cum again. I hear you're answering groan as my ass tightens around you're cock, and with a few more powerful main thrusts you fill me, spilling out a bit as you slow, with gentler, softer, more soothing strokes. In and out you pump as you're cock ejaculates into me. I rest my fingers inside of my pussy feeling you're cock against the inside of my walls. The skin here is so think and I can feel each ridge in you're cock. My eyes are still closed, I'm breathing heavily, perspiring freely, wincing just a bit as you back away due to the onslaught of sensitivity. I'm soothed as you gather me in close into you're strong loving arms. I always feel comfort, love, and that I'm cherished.

Our lust-filled holiday evening fog slowly lifts as I open my bleary eyes to find myself snarled in a tangled pile of ribbon. We've managed to crush a roll or two of wrapping paper during our wild escapade, and as I push my mussed hair out of my eyes I realize I have a shiny red bow stuck to my ass.

I yelp as you pull it off, then you hold me tightly, chuckling.

"Better now?"

"Mmmm," I manage

Snuggling. "Wonderful. But I suppose," I reluctantly add, sighing, "Steve we'd better get moving on wrapping these presents. If I can move."

Grinning again, "I suppose."

"Oh, we have to Steve," I groan. "We've got a lot of work to do before Santa cums tonight."

"Dawn," you smile. "I think he already did." 



X-Mas Revelations



Christmas Eve: Y2K 

Simulated flakes flutter lightly in sixty-seven degrees of southern winter. Yards away an ice-truck continues to generate faux snow. Palm trees wrapped in white-spiral, icicle lights decorate the walkway. Luminously tall, primary colored candy canes-compliment the topiary, fashioned in the likeness of toy soldiers. 

At the center of the lake stood the park's centerpiece highlight, a ceramic-crafted water fountain emitting red and green festive hues. The curvaceous amp theatre showcases the sounds of The Swan Brook Park Choir.

"I can appreciate the gesture but I have a hard time feeling Christmas. It's just not like home up north." Darius spoke. "See, I have to nearly freeze my face off before I can start feeling any of this."

"It's our first Christmas here. What's with all the grumbling? And, how did all this love for snow come about? Thought you hated it?"

"Other than maybe a quick stroll or the view outside a window, I have no use for it. My back twitches just thinking about all the shoveling I had to do over the years."

"See, all the more reason for you to appreciate all of this." She flexed her nostrils, sighing deeply. "No, it's not like Long Island at all. It wasn't like Long Island when I grew up going to Waikiki Beach for Christmas. And, just like here, we had to pretend it was winter wonderland too because it would just rain and rain for days. So, if I can get use to it, so can you." She kissed his hand while it held hers, interlaced.

"Maybe it's because we spent so much moving down here that we're broke. Not for nothing but it sucks being broke around this time. Could be why I'm struggling with feeling this."

"Stop it!" She poked Darius on the side. "Come, try!" She said in her island accent. "We have too many reasons to be grateful, no? This is a new beginning for us and I'm totally happy about our relationship. Where we're going...all that! " 

"I know. Trust me, I feel honored just to have you in my life. Shit wouldn't be right without you. I want us to start making some babies, find that white picket home."

"Honey, I love you, but go easy- you just got a job. What's the name of that place again...Sorrento's Cruises?"

"Serenity, as in at ease, I start the job after New Year's day." 

She studied Darius' looks for a moment. His abrupt commitment to silence and motion concerned her. "You just went quiet...what is it?"

"I'm off somewhere as usual just listening to the chorus."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No, I'm actually feeling this song. There's innocence to it all."

Darius stops mid-walkway. He brings her body closer to his, walks her backwards, flush against the back of a vibrating speaker. He sips in the awe and view of her hazel eyes peering back at his Polynesian angel, dreamingly.

Beneath her pillowed breasts, he sensed her breathing, heart-beating to his orchestral movements in the sea of strung up Christmas lights. 

"You're warm." He acknowledges, stroking her hand. 

Darius savors her toffee skin, while neon lit figurines blinked into his peripherals. "Maybe it's all that hot chocolate heating up your insides."

"So what did you ask Santa for Christmas?" She pushes her pelvis closer to him. 

"Nothing, you've already gifted me. But, I'm sure I can think of ways to have you..." 

"You know, you keep getting kinkier and kinkier the more we spend time together. Last year we ditched the condoms and started practicing unsafe sex, pulling out. 

I'm almost afraid to think about what you have planned this year for our Christmas Eve anniversary." She looks at his face, playfully mocking him. 

She moves her left arm around his waist but uses the other to minimize him from closing in towards her face. His kisses are met with some shyly resistance, since she dislikes all public signs of affection. Their eyes meet with unspoken clarity. 

"I just want one thing for Christmas," he pulled her closer and grabbed a palm full of taut, firm ass. The scent of her Pheromones slowly arose. 

"I want to have anal sex." He ripped the words from his chest.

"Great...!" she pushed him away. "We'll look for a long carrot and then use some of that chicken base to grease you up..."

"I'm serious! You know what I mean."

"You want me... back there." She motioned her head. "Alright," she spoke after a long pause. "...say I give it up to you what's next? Why does it have to be so raw? Am I not good enough?"

He pecks her on the forehead. "Sex and us, it's all wonderful. It's no doubt, otherworldly and bomb. We just need to look at expanding it a bit."

"After four years, I just got use to your fingers stretching it never mind thinking about your...we can't talk about this here. It just doesn't feel right. C'mon we're in front of the nativity scene." Her tone suggested sarcasm. 

"Okay, I finally get what you're saying about Christmas. I guess I got locked in Scrooge for the moment. Ohhh, hold up! I can hear my favorite. Okay, we're feeling it now!" Darius boomed excitedly while a handful of passerby flashed strange smiles to his marked enthusiasm.

"I think they're going into Christmas Time is Here from the Charlie Brown special. You know the one they give..."

"Okay, it's yours!" She interrupts. 

"What's mine? Go ahead, say it nasty and proud!"

"...my ass! Now let's get out of this park before the clouds speak and we turn into stone." She tugs on Darius' sleeve as they cross through respective turnstiles, hands still interlaced.

"We're taking this to Peaches!" He broke, while they scanned the jam-filled lots for his black sedan. They jumped in and then turned several blocks away, into a neighboring plaza, where Darius sought the dim-lit confines to park.

"Now your reasons for parking this far away are...?" She motioned her hands. She then questions his need to pick up a Charlie Brown Christmas CD late in the evening. 

She accompanies him to the store but then questions his motives once again. "...because I want to make love to you." Darius broke, while the keys remained dangling from the ignition. "Your reasons for asking questions you have the answers to are...?" "We can't do this now!" She breaks. Darius moves his ebony sedan back into a parking space concealed beneath the spread of palm trees and darkness.

"Stop worrying!" 

"What do you mean stop worrying? This isn't like five years ago. We're married we have a condo. Yes, a bed and a private place for us." 

"I know," he crossed under her, guiding her body so that she could pass over him and into the driver's spot. Clumsily, her elbow struck the steering wheel and her forehead scraped the side of the overhead visor. "I have more room here in the passenger's.

"I'm not comfortable with us being this close to the store. They still can see us." 

"If anyone looks suspicious, just start the car and drive. Alright, we can get a move on but at least let me show you what I got you for our Christmas Eve Anniversary."

Darius reached behind the passenger's seat to pick up a bag marked with the logo: Multiplex X: The World's Greatest Adult Store!

"Oh, you got me something." She smiled.

"I sure did! I want you to close your eyes and then bring your legs together, lift them off the floor." He bent down, ducked below the steering wheel to assist her.

"This better be good." She grimaced nervously, batting her elongated lashes. She could make out the sounds of plastic being scrunched.

"Now move your waist just a little bit...keep those eyes closed!"

"What is this some kind of underwear?"

He said nothing and slid it up-beneath her skirt, fastened the harness around her waist. With a turn of the wrist, he adjusted the knob to its highest speed. She patted the jellied shell; stroked it, as she would his flesh.

It felt terrific stimulating her clit, vibrating her sex intensely. She opened her almond-esque eyes as a volatile release erupted. 

"Ohhhhhh, feels so..." She spread her legs apart, as much as the dashboard and restrictive space would allow. 

"Why don't you hop over? Bring yourself over here." He suggested, While squeezing a glob from a bottle of wet lube he pulled out from the same bag. 

"How does it feel?" Darius watched her adjust, stretching her neck over to the side- along the top of the roof. She rested on his lap, welcoming his digits plunged sweetly beneath the vibrating shell. He rubbed the jelly substance, felt the sensation buzzing her lightly into an unctuous flow. 

Darius unzipped himself; pulled his member forward in anticipation of her velvet entrance. "Like your present?"

After adjusting the harness, she placed a wet finger over his lips. "Love it, but...shhhhh..." 

He tugged on her thick soaked panties, stretched them so as to reveal her sex. She kept her pussy lightly trimmed on the sides. He tiptoed a few fingers over her wet mound, past her slit and then into her pucker, where he proceeded to forge it ripe for the plunging. 

They moved into an intensified kiss, enough to render her juices submissive. Her body awoke slowly. She flexed her brows, adjusting to the feel of his cock tickling her anus.

"Darius, we've tried this before. It's not going to work so easy."

"Just give it a try. C'mon babe I'm not asking for anything else but this."

"This is gonna feel weird. All I'm saying is that I wished you would wait until we got home."

"Spread those cheeks for me!" Darius instructed, as he drew in her thick tongue in an attempt to stifle anymore protest. Again, he stretched her panties over to the side. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? Can't you wait? I don't know...I, I never did this.......oooooh...tsssss..." She winced.

Darius inched the tip of his cock just past her anal threshold, having barely broken through. He then moved, compromised by the height of the car's roof; the restricted interior. He moved to lower the seats, flatly.

He felt her starting to relax, so he proceeded to thrust in gentle doses; inch by compassionate inch. The temptation to burst prevailed. The occasion to have her in this very depraved way bore too much excitement. 

He felt his cock, thickened by her blanketing anal walls, tightly coaxing his sacks into an eventful rise.

"How is it?"

"It's starting to hurt just a little bit. I'm enjoying this but I just need a little break..."

Darius added more lube before he sped up his pace. He felt her ass opening up slightly wider. She writhed on his lap, pushed her ass into his cock until it could slide half-way. "Boy, you better hurry up!" She demanded.

He obliged, bursting inside her as the remnants leaked, downward, stringing towards his sacks. She pressed her shell-buzzing snatch against his pelvis, ripping out an orgasm that nearly tore through the roof of his whip. 

"Woooohhhhaaaaa....wwwwooohhhhaaa!" Her entire body became depleted of its strength. He felt her collapse on top of him.

He stretched her cheeks apart, jabbing the last of his convulsions, creaming within her bunghole. "You're so damn tight!"

He felt her arms break apart from him. Her sudden movement alerted him, as the concern thickened before the flashing of red and blue lights. She flipped over quick into the driver's seat; slowly, she slid her skirt up. 

Her hands shook as she attempted to fix her hair. They sat stiffly in silence, save for their erratic heartbeats. The officer parked his squad car nose to nose against his sedan-kept his intrusive beams shone high.

"Alright, he spoke. I need to see some IDs. He read hers out loud: Let's see, Korin E Flesher and Darius A Flesher. You folks are married! What a shame? Getting your thrills? Bedroom has gotten boring?"

"We were just conversing. I just bought this CD from the store."

"And then you decided to park in the back and have at it like rabid dogs. I don't care what you have to say about what you were doing. I'm going to run these IDs and then get back. I'll just need registration and insurance as well."

Darius opened the glove compartment to furnish the proof. Korin appeared too nervous and near tears to speak of anything else. After scanning the info, the officer returned with a warning. He followed the couple out of the parking lot before speeding away. 

"I don't know what I would've done if he caught us a minute ago." She nervously broke. Let's just get home so that I can change. I think you opened me up pretty good back there." 

"Why do you say that?"

She relaxed her hand on the wheel. "Because I just felt something sticky run out of my ass, that's why!" She laughed at herself, sniffed in the tears. 

Darius removed the wrapping and then inserted the CD into the player. Immediately the first track came up as he began to sing the lyrics. 

"Christmas Time Is Here..." He found himself distracted in song. He neglected to notice how she'd been sobbing quietly to herself, minutely slipping into a state of less expression.

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2001: A Christmas Morning Interlude 

As he stirred out of dreaming, the odd winter's sun snuck through a barricade of blinds, playfully tickling his lids. He remembers faintly how the night before; somewhere in mid-fuzziness, he'd chosen this lavish Orlando suite in commemoration of their fifth Christmas Eve anniversary.

Semblances of the evening's debauchery unfolded. He lifts the covers off and then gazes admiringly at his wife's beautiful body. Heavily, she slept, stripped bare of innocence and evening wear. 

Korin held the replicate cock snugly up to her bosom. Darius spooned behind her, awoke her with kisses and flickering licks around the top curves of her shoulder. A glint of sunlight accentuated her gingerbread tone.

"Merry Christmas, babe," he spun her body so that she would face him. Darius allowed his wife the time to adjust to her morning senses before he decided to jumble them up once again. He lowered himself beneath the sheets, parted her legs with his hands and then inched closer to her sex. 

He sensed her awakening, coming into the sense of knowing his mouth. Darius blew pins of hot air that tickled her womanliness. He drew in her petal folds, slurping gently, coaxing the network of nerve endings into celebration. Her fragrance exuded, lightly sharp. 

Korin's body ran hot, flush. He felt her mind change from one state of bodily nurturance to the next. 

"Ooohhhh!" She released, bucked fervently underneath the sheets, gyrating, matching the rhythm of his tongue strokes with her fluent hips. 

She worked herself into an orgasmic oasis. Filled up Darius' mouth by jetting light streams he slurped on all too obligingly. She was now ripe with the familiarity of climaxing, rediscovering her effervescent springs. 

She thought of the word "squirting" and laughed, reminiscing the first moment she'd learned of its benefits while attending Cal-Poly. First time spent away from home, first apartment. 

First dark night she spent depending on the light of her imagination to guide her fingers slickly over her sex. How masturbation was so much fun in college. 

"Merry Christmas!" He arose, twisting upwards until he found his wife, face to face. His kisses awoken her, stirred her into sex and being. She returned his morning pleas; backed her body into the crook of his, still spooning.

Korin leaned her head back to meet peripherals with that of her husband's. She sensed he held something wondrously filthy in mind. 

"Last night..." Darius rubbed his 'shroom gently against Korin's pucker. She reached behind to place a hand against his chest, felt it when he broke the tip off one of her pomegranate-sculptured nails. 

"Watch my nails! Darius...," she flipped over on her side, facing him. She then pointed the dildo at him, defiantly. "I'm surprised I even slept with it so close to me." 

"Babe," he drew in her bottom lip. "I thought for sure that you enjoyed it." 

"I did. Now where's my gift for being nice?"

"We still haven't finished with your gift for being so naughty."

Darius snatched the black, silicone-forged-cock from her fingers. Its likeness made him cringe just to touch it. He kissed her once before he dove beneath the sheets, where he plunged the makeshift member deftly into her moist, pliable pussy. 

The petite vibrations hummed coaxingly while she slipped into a stream of senselessness. She broke into several more orgasms. Her finale left his face in a squirted glaze. 

The simulated dildo was still kept dirtily twisting inside her unctuous cunt. He began tickling her anus with several digits. Hours ago, it had been rendered into the freshly swollen ass he so proudly approved of. 

"Leave that alone! I'm still sore. I may have had too many peppermint margaritas but I do recall you taking my ass." She smiled once she saw him come up from under the sheets. 

"Last night...what do you remember happening besides these tinsels left all around our bed?"

"Let's see, I remember you were in there." She patted her fingers over her closely-trimmed snatch.

"I want to hear it. " He flexed into a grimacing smile. "Be vulgar with it!"

"Babe it's Christmas morning..." As she turned to greet him through her glistening eyes. "Okay," she regained and then eyed him shyly. "You were in my pussy and, that silk skin thingamagig was in my ass."

"And you liked it?"

She shook her head yes, coming into a lewd awakening. "I think I even came a bit." 

He walked over to her face while on his knees. She was uncertain of all that it required of him to keep from over-brewing. 

He positioned his cock by the side of her mouth and then calmly combed his digits through her licorice-black locks. He then palmed the back of her head. Paused, admiring the beauty of her upturned face.

He slaps the side of her mouth with his cock. "Talk to me. Tell me more about how it felt. Was it good?" 

"Mmmmhmmmm." Darius jabbed his cock into her mouth, kept his swollenness poised at the back of her throat before pulling out. He used the saliva for additional fluency as he initiated a stroking tempo.

"I just had to get use to it in my ass!" She slurped the head of his cock before spitting it out. "What did you call it...like when you were inside me at the same time?"

"DP- it stands for double penetration." Darius sped up his strokes, breathing laboriously. He sucked in his teeth. "I wanted to be in your ass in the worst way but I just couldn't break from pounding your pussy. " 

"It's sore too..." She winced, "not as bad as my ass but sore enough." She peered up at him and smiled, having sensed his undoing was eminent. "I remember that. I think you came...twice."

"I knew you had it in you to remember. Now since you haven't got a naughty gift for me, I guess I'll just have to take it upon myself to impose."

"I already know what you want. You don't think I see a pattern here? My husband wants sex to be kinkier and kinkier." Korin removed her shirt and bra. "You just love those porno flicks don't you?" 

She masked her defiant expressions. "What's the matter? Isn't this what you've been trying to get me to do for years?" 

"And," he smiled at her knowing fully well that his wife was certain of his deprave desires. She returned to her position on the bed. 

"You want me to lick your cum!" She sucked on her forefinger, sliding the lips over. 

"Actually swallow!"

"Mmmm... I don't know." She removed her finger from her mouth.

"Shhhh!" He brought her mouth over his cock. He'd grown swollen with the thoughts of having had her the night before, remembering how she had worked a grinding rhythm with his cock based in her cunt and the replicate dildo twisting in her ass; she even bucked aggressively.

He unloaded twice recalling the lascivious episode. She had sucked seed and conscious from his being. Sucked it all up with her pussy, quivering in orgasmic syncopation to Darius' dildo thrusts, opening her bunghole into a smallish gape he would later admire.




X-Mas Revelations



He hadn't the wherewithal to hold it in any longer. He grabbed the back of her head, tilted her mouth ever closer to his cock. He spurted out several streams. The visuals, past and present, rendered him seedless.

Korin faced him in wonderment. "Ahhhh..." she caught up with her breath. She had never had her face caked with cum before; never so close to her nose; never stinging her eyes or spackling her tongue; never had she been left with nutjuice leaking from the corners of her mouth. 

She spat it out, allowed the mouthful to dribble, caking her sumptuous cone and thick, macadamia-hued nips boasted firm 36Bs.

He followed her into the bathroom, studying the looks on her face. He sensed discomfort from her expressions as she turned the water up hot. For years, theirs was a sex that had been shared with more emphasis on spiritual intimacy. 

Theirs was a consistent climax that had rarely been seen outside a washcloth. "How would you like to visit your family in Hawaii?" He announced.

"Really?" She dropped the bottle of body wash in the tub water, hugged him tightly. She rested her chin on the crook of his shoulders as the sounds of shower sprays.

"Darius!" She turned the water off. "Listen, I just hope that I'm enough to satisfy you. I want to do whatever makes you happy but just promise me one thing." 

"What's that?"

"Promise me that I'll never bore you. And, while you're there, let me know if you ever think I'm losing my sexiness. Although, I still feel confident about mine. Like the other day when we passed by so that you could drop off some papers at this new job."

"Yeah!"

"Well, there was this large woman. She had red hair, white girl. Though she was thick she was still with it. Her walk and just the way she carried herself."

"I know the girl. She was in my training class before we switched. Her name is Deb. But, what's all that gotta do with..."

"Don't mind me. I just went into a funk that's all!"

"You're trippin'! I've told you too many times that we're so much more than just slammin' sex. He approached her closer, circled his fingers into her moistness. He propped one of her legs over to the side of the tub before he sunk his cock between her fatty folds. She pulled him closer so that she could feel the brunt of his shaft, deepening.

He returned the inner gaze she imparted. She looked every bit the island girl, as recalled her sunbathing at Scarborough Beach. The same island spice he watched wringing out wet knots drenched with ocean water and sugary sand. 

Although he hadn't been to Waikiki beach, her presence repeatedly dreamt them there. There hadn't been any other lens he would've preferred to have known her through other than that of tropical passion and lewdness. 

"It will always be yours." She presently broke, used her hand to move his slouching head, working busily on her succulent nipple. She moved his chin up to meet her eyes, slender, heavily lidded with tears. She burrowed for his soul in agreement.

"Babe," he broke, "you know how much I love you." He paused with his swollenness immersed inside of hers. He pulled her body closer to him, wanting to consume her beautifulness ever closer to his requisite soul. He settled for the flesh and meeting of their syncopated hearts, drowned only by the sounds of watery beads, beating against the shower lining.

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Christmas Eve in Honolulu, 2002

Into an oval, bamboo trimmed mirror, Korin gazes approvingly at her reflection.

"Babe," she blinked, inquisitively, while using the hot comb to straighten out the rest of her hair. "What's the name of that couple we met downstairs for breakfast? You know that Jamaican woman with that blonde dude." She examined her taupe skin for zits. 

"Her name was Trinity. And, his....I want to say either his name was Mac or Max."

"I got this feeling about them. I think they're swingers!" She gave a disdainful look as she removed her bra, speaking softly to herself. "I need one to match with the gown. I know which ones!" 

She walked clumsily over towards the dresser balancing wedges of cotton balls between her toes, so as to not smear any bit of the mocha polish off. The view of her lavishly taut ass brought him into a realm of excitability that would soon need quenching. 

"...can't wait for these toenails to dry!" She blurted.

Korin was slipping into her bra when he broke, "Hold up, don't put them on. I want to enjoy this view of you." He studied his wife. She appeared solemn in her pose. Beauty as he'd seized her; heartedly from the moment they met. It had been a first for both. 

It was her first sex, first declaration of love and marriage. 

"You're just too beautiful!" He longed to taste her. To have fill of her sweet, suspended breasts. However petite, he nurtured her bosom as though his mouth had no business suckling on any other strange. 

"I think I can take 'em off now." She began removing the cotton balls.

"So what's the deal with this place?" Darius queried.

Korin crawled from the side of the bed to over where Darius stood, transfixed by her sudden turn and attentiveness to play. "We're going to the Polynesian Royale. We'll have an awesome dinner and Luau show where they pay tribute to the god, Kampua'a. 

"Camp...what?"

"He's a legend, half pig, half-immortal God that visited earth from the heavens. He would seduce and woo women into sex. And, this is my gift for you for being such a naughty hubby." She dropped to her knees.

She unbuckled him; watched as his swollenness sprouted out from his suffocated briefs. She allowed, briefly for the cool sense of air to be felt before she engulfed him. She took him down as he tickled her gullet. 

"Let me get at it, open it up!" Darius slid his cock towards the back of her throat where he speared fiercely. "Here I have some pre-cum...lick it!" His voice grew.

Korin obliged, lapped him clean and then proceeded to work on his sacks, as she trailed a flickering tongue along shaft and seam. Darius had always kept his sex clean, bald, so as to take advantage of her willingness to perform oral. She hated pubic hair and even kept hers slicked bald.

She slobbered on it; said nothing and kept jacking his cock into her mouth until she found eruption and downed it. Korin never flinched, even when she felt his cock trembling its warning throbs against the roof of her mouth.

She just kept frantically rubbing her pussy, rocking on her knees as her husband's streams coated the back of her throat. 

"Suck all of it dry!" He kept her mouth on his cock until he'd grown from limp to stiff again. Kept in her mouth until he pulled it out to notice how his cock had been creamed cleanly. Korin drank all of him. 

"I'm excited about this evening," she said, wiping her mouth, still dribbling. "I guess it made me horny."

"Easy now, we have more in store for us tonight." Darius collapsed onto the bed, wiping the sweat from out of his eyes as he stared blurrily up at the ceiling.

"You know that I love you, right?" She drops down beside him and then looked up.

"Yeah!" He sat up, reached for his shorts.

She had an honest smirk about her. It was more of a presence of mindfulness, one that held him in awe. "You're sure you're good with this?"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it!" Darius sat at the lip of the bed. "Honestly. We've already talked enough about it."

"That's the assurance I was hoping you would say." She walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She came back to find Darius holding her evening wear on a hanger. Korin unzipped the black satin and sequence gown, admiringly before slipping it on.

"So what do you think of it? She used her hands to smooth out her waistline, following every curve. 

"So how are we with the plans?" 

"I'm waiting on him."

"What's holding him up?"

"Margaret! She's pressuring him to stay home with her, trying to use their son's sickness. How do you get that low?"

"Now how are you with this?" Darius reversed the situation.

"I have to check myself over and over. I always thought he would be my first one. He was my first prom date, first real date, whatever. We were together for five straight years. There was never a break up or a big blow out until he asked me when I wasn't ready."

"Are you ready now?"

"For sure," she threw on a mink shawl over her shoulders. She powdered a simple coat on her high cheekbones. "We have an understanding about tonight. We're both married and I'm not the same dizzy girl he met years ago. See, I have me a lover that showed me a few tricks." Korin kissed her husband on the cheek.

"Talk to me now!"

"I'm going to serve him my pussy, put it on him; make sure he eats it good until I juice all over his face. We're going snorkeling!"

"Naughty, naughty...you suck dick with that mouth?"

She flexed her brows. "And then, I'm going to come home and let you have my ass." 

"Turn around! Let me see your gape. Bend down for me." He pulled the ruffled skirt up and then slid the G-string over her left cheek, as she stood on bended toes. He reached for a bottle of lube, squeezed a small dab onto a large, translucent butt plug.

"Spread them for me." He plunged the toy into her ass, pulled it out only to marvel at the smallish gape he created. He then instructed her to leave her naughty gift- submerged down to the base-deep into her reserved bunghole. 

Korin stood up and then straightened her skirt out, turned around to face Darius. "Don't worry. It will stay in there until I see you later." 

She pulled the beefy-size roach Darius had been puffing on and took several hits. "You're also starting to get addicted to this stuff. Go easy! Hope you like your Christmas present!" Korin steps into a pair of tall, black stilettos. 

The abrupt and piercing ring signaled his nerves into jumbled cross wires. She answered jumping up and down, excitedly. "Yes, I'm ready to go! I'm leaving right...now... uh-huh...okay, bye!" She hung up the cell. 

"Alright, I already got that he's waiting for you."

"Goodbye!" She held in her anticipation, clinching her teeth. She hunched nervously, only slightly concealed. She opened the door, blew out a smoky kiss towards his air and space. 

He imbibed on the roach, marveling how his wife had grown to a harvest of sensuality he helped cultivate. He soaked in the swirls of broken rings of smoke, searching for her the parting view of her beautiful face. 

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2005: The Year of Sugar Plumbs, Snow Angels & Other Visionary Delights 

"Yo Darius, wake up!" Paul blurted out, startling his best friend who happened to be standing blankly at curbside. 

Paul ascertained by Darius' dreamy demeanor that the informal couch session would have to occur much sooner. The trick was to get Darius to open up without setting off his emotional mines. 

He knew of his best friend's reluctance for treatment and that having to employ conventional strategies would be too complex, cumbersome. Paul preferred the ribbing method, cutting wise cracks or chiding insults back and forth, as any show of affection compromised their masculinity. 

"So where are we going?" Darius motioned with his sports bag. "Nice whip!"

Paul keyed open the trunk to his series Benz. "Thanks! We're driving up to Lake George...Cabin Side Park. Welcome to Christmas reality!" 

"Great place for a retreat." Darius released sardonically.

"Being passive again? It's good to see you but tell me what have you been up to?" Paul checked his reflection in the overhead visor mirror. 

"Good seeing you too, asshole!"

"So Darius, how do you end up spending Christmas all by yourself? I mean if I wasn't here to scoop you up from Albany airport where would you be?"

"I would be out looking for a glory hole! As long as she's willing to suck cock through a hole I would be good with it."

"You're pretty sick, bro!"

"That's what I keep getting! I'm even starting to see this pattern with me. And, it all came to a head with Ginny? No pun intended!"

"Since that ménage incident you told me about?" Paul laughed, showing a reserved sense of doggedness. "I can appreciate you finding your way into a threesome but the way you went about it was all wrong. You plotted and coerced your ex-girlfriend into having sex with another female while you imposed your sexual fantasy.

It got me thinking. Why do you feel the need to control the women you are with through sex? It's like your way of compensating for the lack of intimacy."

The SUV grew silent. Darius spoke nothing more as he ingested the discomforts of a naked truth, harbored within a colony of confusion. It came to him greatly. Everything now made sense. His sabotaging self; his reluctance to take romantic risks or simply entrust a woman exclusively in her most natural and non-perverted way; all of which had been his downfall.

It all drifted into his openness. It was all about Korin. The inability to get past the fact that he'd green-lighted the tryst, gave his wife the blessings to take up with her ex-boyfriend, handing her to him snatch over mouth.

That Christmas Eve in Honolulu still haunted him. How he recalled waiting for his wife to get home, knowing well how she'd promised to return just after midnight so that they would celebrate Christmas together.

She came back to him glorifying the experience, indulging mainly how Darius' cock arose to the tale of lewd offerings. When questioned, she apologized to him for leaving the butt plug behind at the Presidential Suite. 

Although she anticipated allowing her husband to fuck her ass, she passed out several times, undressing herself in intervals. He recalled, salivating, patiently awaiting for his wife to come to, aroused by the scent of the fresh perfume and body wash she exuded.

"It was so good!" She said, stirring abuzz.

The memory of Korin spooned inches above his stiff and mindless cock, presently enticing him. The way she walked barefoot through the door with her heels in hand. When she plopped herself on the bed, pulled up her glitter gown and then spread her legs apart.

"He like came three times!" She continued to finger fuck her bare-slick and seeded cunt. "All in here!" 

How he became relentless hammering, stretching her orifice into an openness fitting of four fingers. Korin knew how to grind the ample spurts of jizz well inside her bunghole, milking all of his husbandly being.

It excited him so to know of the strange seed, leaking from her sex while he pummeled her wifely ass into numbness. He'd become so aroused that he never removed his cock from her backside, opting to allow his member to thicken once more, fitting for another load. They collapsed later that morning and slept until Christmas night.

"I've got no one else but myself to blame." Darius returned to the present moment just as Paul pulled up in front of the cabin's front door. "If I hadn't pushed for this fantasy to happen then we wouldn't be apart. She would've never been pregnant with his child. We would've never ended up divorced."

"Yes, and the more you try to avoid dealing with this fact, the more you turn to sex to layer the fear you have of abandonment. Were you looking for validation for cheating?"

Darius thought deep and returned. "Probably was, probably was."

"Alright, let's wrap this session up. We can get to your treatment later. We have some things to look forward to, right?"

"You mean this person you have lined up for me?"

"You got it. It's probably the only way I could get you here is to promise to serve you pussy on a platter. Now what's going on with the smokes?"

Darius unloaded, reaching into one of his knapsacks. He removed a pair of blunt wraps: Passion fruit and Purple Haze. "No doubt, I took the liberty of rolling up a couple of blunts. "Bubbleberry," he removed the find from its Purple Haze flavored wrap. 

"I figured we would have a little bit of this now. This stuff is pretty potent. It doesn't take but a few hits and we're good. The other one I have rolled up in the passion fruit wrap is called Twisted Mist. Go ahead," Darius removed the kind, brought it up to Paul's nose for a whiff. 

"That's my gift for you." He placed it on the fireplace mantel.

"It's pungent. I can smell 'em from here. But what made you horticulturist of the year?" Paul liked the sound of his question, smiled at his humor.

"Once you have a smoke you'll know. They're both hydro."

"What?"

"They're superb shit that's been grown and enhanced indoors. I got one source. He collects seeds from Amsterdam and then grows his batch. Like, he told me Bubbleberry is a cross-pollinated hybrid of bubblegum skunk and purple haze. You can smoke it outright but be cautious about how many hits you take. 

The twisted mist is expensive. You don't have to give it many pulls. I don't know too much about what it's crossed with. I know it's some form of sativa and that's why I rolled it up small," Darius removed the minute blunt from its Passion Fruit package. "Here have a whiff."

"What the fuck? Whatever happened to skunk or sense wrapped in EZ wide?"

"No, it's different because each herb possesses its own properties and has a variety of affects." Darius lit the Bubbleberry, took a few tokes and then passed it over to Paul. He then finished his sentence through strained speech while securing the smoke in his lungs.

"You have strains of indica that will put your ass to sleep; some will give you mad munchies, but twisted mist, that's the shit." He blew the smoke out. "It enhances sexual gratifications, opens pores and gets it all flowing. And, I don't need to be in the room with you when it happens. Wait til your woman gets here to light it up!"

"Hold up!" Paul started to cough, adjusting his lungs to the smoke. Immediately, when he lifted his head to face Darius, his eyes were summarized in slits. 

"Okay let's get to sex Darius." Paul chuckled. "Why is it that you love anal so much? You know it's a form of self-control...and, this swallowing thing is probably your need to be fully accepted."

Darius retrieved the blunt, sucked in the piney smoke. "Thought we weren't going to continue the session?"

"The thoughts are rushing in. I can't help it!"

"Well, since we're talking about anal sex...her name was Shelly! I met her when I was up in community college. She introduced me to it. She was diagnosed with having two large ovarian cysts and had to have laser surgery. 

She was a tall model type woman. Afro-American from the deep-south, I want to say like Mississippi or Alabama, thereabouts. She had some shape to her but more on the thin side like a small ass with a bit of a bubble to it."

"Okay, I got it!"

"Anyways, she didn't like any sensation going in or out of her pussy. Believe it or not, she didn't prefer anywhere else but her ass. From time to time, she didn't mind me licking her clitoris, but, that's it!"

"So you're telling me that she was into nothing but anal?" Paul removed his dinner jacket and tie. He then sat in a sofa chair across from Darius. 

"Yeah!" Darius smiled, recollecting his brief relationship with Shelly. He savored in the visuals of plunging his cock into her gaping ass. Shelly gave up sex for two whole years before she started giving up her ass. Darius was the third boyfriend she entertained in this sweetly perverse way. The third one she restricted to nothing but ass. 

They covered her entire apartment: On tables and chairs. From Kitchen to Florida room; Den to attic- he pummeled her backside. It was the first time he'd come to know of anal pleasures. 

She consistently begged him on every anal occasion to fill up her dirty hole with his nutjuice. Somehow it made her feel as though sex was purified in this very way, channeled and molded into her chosen crevice, anally.




X-Mas Revelations



He hadn't notice, upon reflection, the pounding on the door or Paul having left the room to answer it. 

When Paul opens the door, Darius walks into the partial view of the ladies waiting at the door frozen with raspberry glazed faces, trying to blow useless heat into their fists.

"Oh, it's so fucking cold!" Valeria announces. She rushes into Paul's hefty arms." It was an urgency her body craved apart from his. She wrapped her elongated, caramel-esque arms around his neck. She unzipped the front of her bomber jacket, partially displaying A-size bites. She resembles a sprite version of Thandie Newton.

"Hey baby!" He smiles at the gift and presence of his fiancée. He secures in his grasp, the beauty of such wifely endeavors; every moment spent with her was worth fighting for his Brazilian wildflower. He fought despite the scolding he received for not sticking to his "Sicilian kind."

"We have some catching up to do. It's time for you to keep your future wife warm!" Valeria liked the sound of her words; much so, that she proceeded to drag Paul down the hall en route to the bedroom."

"Over here!" Paul points to his left. Rushes up to her as she slows down to a stop; he bumps, rubs his cock up against her shapely ass. "Darius let me get my present!"

"Hold up!" Darius scooped the wrap passion fruit wrap from off the mantel. 

Paul retrieved the gift, while trailing light kisses along the bottom of her neck. It reeked with the dank stench of its kind. She pulled him into a heat session behind the telling of closed doors. He followed her, sniffing the passion fruit, anticipating hers.

Meaghan quietly stood by the fireplace. She lit a match and then tossed it in to work a soothing blaze. Darius followed the music of firewood, crackling. 

"It's good to see you again. Last time I saw you we were stoned trying to beat one another in a swing race."

"That was fun! How have you been?" She had already helped herself to the petite blunt, left behind somewhere he couldn't remember. 

"Sorry, I just invited myself to this. I just need to get warmed up." She proceeded to wrap her thin lips around the tip, making him feel as though it were his.

"It's okay."

She released her smoke. "It tastes nice." 

He scanned her camp wear intently: Burgundy sweatshirt, blue jeans and duck boots. "So what's your sob story?" Meaghan returned to puffing.

"What do you mean?"

"I know Paul. I was his client for over a year. During Christmas time, he likes to extend himself to anyone struggling. What's your sob story?"

"Love, isn't that everyone's?"

"Ohh, I'd say that if you spend like almost three years in a relationship with a man, giving him everything you ever asked for only to find him cheating with your room-mate on your very same bed, it would constitute or maybe...no, definitely warrants the need for a break up! She pulled another hit. "I even told him that I never want to see his fucking ass again!" 

He watches her curl pins of smoke. She exudes a soft, quiet sense of sexiness. Her sky blue and dollish eyes grew heavy, round, protruding jaw, reminiscent of a puppet toon from one those Rudolph Christmas classics.

A litany of reddish-brown freckles remained constellated on her ivory skin. She lowered her lids. When she came to once more, she had a surge of energy that compelled her to shed her sweatshirt and jeans.

"Let's go outside!" She extinguished the herb and before he had the wherewithal of time, she'd stripped herself bare. She grabbed his hand, leading him out the cabin door. 

Darius heard her echoing. He followed her bouncing-bubble ass clearly out the door. Dauntless, she trekked the steep-cold snow, bare feet and high. He wondered for a split second over the affects of the herb. 

"Let's do it, right out here!" Meaghan collapsed on the bed of whiteness, began spreading herself into a snow angel. Darius fell on her, having removed his jeans. From behind them, the bathroom window flickered in Christmas lights. He found the red and green hues as reflected against an icy glaze. 

Their heated mouths exchanged in a kiss. He sunk into her, ran his cold digits through her fiery-red hair. Her eyes cut into him, naughtily. He pressed his palm gently against her abdomen. Her cherry red patch was kept nicely trimmed.

Her smallish folds sucked up his swollenness, though it was much for her to handle at the moment. Hers was a delicious rhythm. She struggled to take all of him in. Darius felt her tightening ever more around his cock. 

"AHHHHHHHHH....YES, YES, YES! HOW FUCKING TERRIFIC!" Meaghan cried. Darius followed by spewing his jizz hotly all over his auburn tuft, as remnants of him leaked, disappearing into the snowy embankment.

"AYYYYY, PORRRHHHA! DA SO, DA-SO!" Valeria broke. Everything went still. Darius returned to his place just outside the bedroom door, steps away from the kitchen. 

"Are you okay there Darius?" The bedroom door had swung open. Paul's baritone voice awoke him in his herbal slumber. The end of the climax was evidenced on Paul's grill as he came out in his briefs, satiated and stiff. 

"Hey, the fuck's the name of that shit you got me? Twist...I'm saying, I just got fucked senseless. I came like four times already. I ate her pussy out and I can still taste the blueberry! Paul said while pouring a glass of 2% milk. 

"Hold on, I gave you the twist. That's what you should've had. So, if you're smoking blueberry, it must've been misplaced in your wrapper after we smoked it. And, then she..."

They both turned their attention to the living room where Meaghan leaned closer to the radio while listening to Johnny Mathis' version of, "It's The Most Wonderful Time of The Year." She danced closer to the flames.

"Twisted mist!" They said at the same time, laughing in unison.

"Darius, please tell me you just didn't fuck her." Paul became serious.

"Nope but I was daydreaming the hell out of it! I was just about to try before you got here!"

"Good! Don't do it! She's not for you. Remember that someone I said I would have you meet?"

"Yes..." Darius still kept his gaze at Meaghan, as she started masturbating fervently, gawking him. 

"Now I'm going to give you a gift one that I know you're ready for. The reason I invited you up here was to prepare you emotionally, so that you could work your way back to where you belong.

"Meaghan showed up at the last minute." Paul reached over to the table stand. "Here." He tossed over an address book. "Merry Christmas!"

"What's this?"

"Take a look at the name and address...right here."

"Whaaa..." Darius replied, astonished.

"It's time to stop being such a detriment to your self. I mean being some kind of glorious hustler...then own up to it. But, if you know internally that this isn't you, and, that's where I think this whole conflict lies, then own up to it."

Darius scrolled down the open page and proceeded to read the directions.

"It's a map for you to find Korin. I know you have a difficult time in forgiving her for running off with him, for asking for the divorce and having the child you wish you had with her, but more importantly you need to forgive yourself."

"I know this."

"Good, so how long are you going to continue to deny yourself of happiness?"

"I'm stuck on what to say. Straight up, I'm nervous as fuck!"

"She never changed who she was until you influenced her to do so. She's only the makings of your undoing. Here are the keys to the Benz. I'm placing them right here. Call her up and let her know you're on your way to see her."

As Meaghan walked closer towards Darius, Paul diverted her, allowing his best friend to place the call. The directions looked familiar but the digits seem strange. 

He found a hallway space for privacy and watched as Meaghan pinned Paul up against the wall, having coaxed his tongue, slobbering into hers, offering the last bit of herb for the taking. 

She grabbed Paul's dick before entering the very same room where Paul came out of. "Valeria, you gotta have some of this!" Meaghan went in the room. Hel said nothing and smiled at Darius with a look that read: Do as I say and not as I do.

Darius started the engine, dialed Korin's number and then listened to the fifth ring before she picked up. "Hi..." he managed to blurt, tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm ready to come home."

"Are you really? What makes you so sure that I want to have you back?"

"I don't know. I just know that I love you and I have this map in my hand that compels me to find you."

He waited for her pause.... "Well hurry up, Darius. You have three hours before Christmas is over. I'll be here waiting for you."

*****The End*******

(This also concludes the final chapter of the Chronicles of Darius Flesher...thanks for your support!)



X-Mas



Terry looked at Carl. She wasn't sure what this gift meant. Carl sat quietly, trying to find his words.

"Since we have been apart, I haven't met anyone who balances me the way you do. There isn't anyone who I want to spend the rest of my life fucking and sucking but you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" 

Terry thought maybe she had heard him wrong. Carl always said he would never get married. He liked new pussy too much to be saddled with one woman. She looked at him to make sure she heard him right. 

"Well?" Carl had started to look a little nervous waiting on her answer.

Terry kneeled before Carl and held out the locket. "Please attach this lock to my collar, Daddy. I would love to be yours forever."

Carl and Terry kissed after he attached the lock. Terry just knew that now he would ravish her. But, Carl had other plans.

"OK, Baby," Carl pulled Terry to her feet. "Now that you have accepted my proposal, there is just one more thing. I have a welcome home gift for you in the room."

Giggling, Terry followed Carl into the bedroom. Then, once she got a good look at the bed, she was stopped dead in her tracks. In the middle of the bed, chained up with a gag ball and a blindfold, was Carl's current lover. 

She was a full-figured lady. From the way she filled up the bed, Terry thought her to be about 5'8 or 5'9. She seemed to have a pretty face, but wasn't nearly as busty or hippy as Carl usually liked them. 

As Terry got closer, she could see that Carl had a butt plug in her ass. Knowing Carl, Terry was guessing it was just about as big as his dick. She had massive clamps on her nipples. She was a light skinned lady and red marks were clearly all over her chest and her thighs.

Terry looked at Carl. "Daddy, I thought this was a gift for me?" Terry couldn't figure out how this was for her at all.

Carl smiled and hit a remote. The butt plug in the girl's ass started to vibrate wildly. She started to moan and it looked like she was trying to get away from the vibrations. "This is her going away gift. I am going to let her see just how freaky I am for real. You are going to help me. I think you will like how it feels to get licked while getting fucked. After we use her for our pleasure, she is getting the fuck out for good."

Then the picture became clear. All the spanking she thought she heard earlier had been on this woman. "How long have you had her chained up, Daddy?" Terry couldn't believe that she didn't figure out someone else was in the house. 

"When this cunt heard that you were coming out to see me, she gave me an ultimatum." Carl pulled out a riding crop. He administered a quick hit to her right nipple. "She told me I would have to stop seeing other women if we were going to get serious." He quickly hit her other nipple. "I let her know that she would welcome your visit or there would be consequences."

Terry heard her whimpering around the gag ball. Terry remembered that feeling well. Her pussy started to swell with anticipation. Terry could tell that even though the lady didn't want this, it was exciting her. 

Carl took off his robe. Around his deep purple cock was a brass cock ring. Terry wanted to suck him, taste him on her tongue. But she knew to wait until she had been asked.

Carl went to the head of the bed and snatched off the blindfold from the woman. She looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. When he released her nipples from the clamps, she started as if that caused her a lot of pain. 

When he finally removed the gag ball, she was immediately asking for forgiveness. "Please Carl! I promise I will not argue again! You can have as many women as you want. Please just don't beat me again!" She was shaking with sobs.

Carl had no time for tears. He never did. "Shut up, you fucking cum slut. You just want me to fuck you. Don't you!" He hit her clit with his riding crop. "Don't you!!" He roared. 

Terry could see the shame that filled the woman's face as she agreed. "Yes Carl. I do want you to fuck me. But, please don't fuck me with her watching. I couldn't take that!" Her skin was bright red all over, as if she was blushing from head to toe. 

Carl laughed cruelly. "Bitch, please. You aren't worthy of this black dick. Your pale ass is used to little white dicks. This Mufasa dick breaks your tired pussy every time." 

Carl motioned Terry up on the bed. "Straddle this stupid cunt. You need to show her how a real woman takes Daddy's dick." 

Terry hurried to comply. Terry placed her shaven pussy right over this woman's face. She knew that from that angle, the woman was seeing how wet she was. She knew that her pussy juices would be falling on this woman's face. 

Terry had tried to avoid being on the lady's hair. It was very lush and long. Terry didn't want to cause her any addition pain. Carl had no such feelings. He made sure that his knees pinned her hair to the bed so that she could not move away. 

Carl entered Terry slowly. "See, you tired cunt. See how my baby's pussy holds on to my dick and draws it in? See how my baby's pussy gets my dick wet without some fucking lube or spit? Maybe your dumb ass needs to be spit on." 

Carl laughed as he started to really fuck Terry. Terry was so wet, thinking about this woman being made to watch them fuck. She was tingling all over with pride at the way Carl talked about her pussy. She wanted to give Carl the best ride she had ever given him. 

When Terry started to buck against Carl, he stopped her. "Cunt, my baby needs her pussy licked now. Lick it." Carl settled Terry on the woman's mouth. Terry could tell the woman wasn't used to licking another woman. Terry was still and let her lick as much or as little as she wanted.

Carl wasn't feeling that. He said, "Ok. Your stupid ass wants to play games. Let's play then, bitch." He jumped off the bed. Walking around to the end of the bed, he spit on his dick. He yanked the butt plug out of the lady's ass, as she was still half licking Terry. It startled her so much that she stopped licking Terry altogether. "Until you lick my baby's pussy like it is the best thing you have ever had, I am going to fuck your ass. Hard."

Terry could feel the woman under her trying to protest. "But I really don't like it in the ass, Carl. And your dick is too big." She sounded so whiny. Terry thought she sounded pathetic. 

Carl laughed and grabbed both of her breasts extremely hard as he rammed his whole dick inside of her. "At any time did I ask your punk ass if you liked it?" The pain was so intense that the lady could not answer back. "No! I did not say do you like it in the ass. I said you will lick my baby's pussy like it is fucking amazing or I will fuck your ass until it breaks in two!"

Terry suddenly felt a tongue eating her pussy for all she was worth. The woman under her was sucking on her clit for all she was worth. Terry had to say "ouch!" more than once. 

Carl gave an incredibly hard pump and told the girl, "Back the fuck up off my baby's pussy. You make her hurt, Imma make you hurt. You better kiss that pussy like its your mutha fuckin' best friend, cum slut." 

Terry could tell Carl meant business. Terry could tell the woman licking her knew, too. The sucks became caresses. Terry was so turned on that Carl was so in control of this other woman. It only took a few good licks before Terry was cumming on the lady's face. Terry's twat start to squirt and seemed as if it would never stop. 

Carl leaned over to kiss Terry deeply. "Damn, Baby. You are so sexy when you cum on some bitch's face for me." 

Carl pulled out of the lady. "Start licking my baby's ass. Or else." With one more kiss, he walked into his bathroom. Terry could hear the water running with Carl washing off his dick.

Terry let herself go and really enjoyed letting the woman invade her sphincter orally. It felt so good that she started to rub her clit so that she could have one more good cum.

Carl came out to that scene and smile. "That's good shit, Baby!" He pulled Terry's fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. Then he instructed Terry to continue. 

Carl started walking around the bed jacking off. Every now and then, he would grab Terry's hand and lick her cum off. When Terry started to cum, Carl got back on the bed. He stopped the lady on the bed, so he could come in Terry's ass. When he was finished, he settled Terry back on the woman's tongue so she could lick Terry clean.

Once completely satiated, Carl kissed Terry. "I love you, Baby! You are such a fucking giver!" He helped Terry off the bed. You go clean up. Once I get rid of this, we can cuddle and sleep."

Terry hurried back to her room to admire her gifts and clean up. She knew she didn't want to be anywhere near Carl's rooms right about now. Somehow she didn't think his girlfriend was going to take breaking up lightly.

When Terry arrived back at Carl's door, she heard the tail end of their conversation.

"...but I love you, Carl. Don't throw us away!" Terry could hear her sobbing uncontrollably.

Carl was adamant. "You can't handle what I'm giving. I am going to be happy with someone like me. Get your shit and get gone."

"You know you can't get pussy like mine anywhere," she roared at him. "Your little trick has been everywhere."

By the time Terry saw her again, Carl was removing her by her luscious hair, naked. He threw her into the front yard, stiff from morning ice. He went back in to grab her keys for her car. "The only way your tired ass will get back in this house is if my new wife needs someone to lick her pussy now and then. I am done with you."

Carl ushered Terry back into the house. They heard rubber being burned as his scorned lover drove off into the early morning.

Terry looked up at Carl, "Aren't you concerned about her being vindictive and coming to do something to you? You were pretty damn hard on her." Terry giggled as Carl held her close and tickled her.

"Remember that shit. Don't fuck up so I don't do your ass like that." He leaned to kiss Terry. "But for real, her ass is a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I have enough pictures from today to keep her quiet. No worries, Baby."