0 comments/ 14840 views/ 2 favorites A Very Merry Christmas By: SteveWV The phone rings, so I answer... couldn't have been more shocked to receive a phone call from her just a few days before Christmas... we'd once been an 'item', but hadn't really had much contact in a while, for reasons best left unsaid... we caught up on what had been going on in our lives for a while, then she asked if I had plans for Christmas Eve... totally shocked, not knowing what else to say, I told her I didn't, and found myself saying 'yes' to her invitation to dinner... The next few days passed in a blur, and before I knew it, I was knocking on her door... nervous as hell, but the good kind of nervous, looking forward to seeing her again... wondering what she was up to, and why she'd decided to call me out of the blue like that... My questions were answered when the door opened... there she stood, as beautiful as I remembered, and possibly more so... long auburn hair framing her sweet face... Santa hat perched jauntily on top of her head, green eyes sparkling, lips formed in a little grin as she watched my eyes go wide in surprise... she was wearing, barely, the outfit we'd got for her right before we lost contact with each other... It was a Santa suit, but unlike any he'd ever wore: red silk push-up bra, white fur trim almost but not quite hiding the tops of her nipples which were already hardening... matching red silk panties, the kind where the straps rest high on the hips and, I noticed as she did a slow turn for me, the kind with the single strip of fabric that disappeared into that amazing ass cleavage... I felt myself growing hard almost in spite of myself as she completed her turn and my eyes continued on... long, trim, muscular legs – already beautiful curves accentuated sharply by the red satin 4" spike heel shoes she was wearing... Finally able to gasp "hi Lora" as she laughed, taking me by the hand and leading me inside her apartment, closing the door behind us... pushing softly on my chest, she guides me back to the chair where I sit, watching, almost unable to move... she walks over to the stereo, turns on some music, and turns back to me... "I've been wanting to model this for you for awhile now, so just sit back and relax"... She leans over and places a small, soft, almost chaste kiss on my lips as her body starts to move to the beat of the music... chuckling to herself at what must have been an almost comical look of shock on my face... her hands sliding up and over her flat, taut-muscled stomach... eyes locked on mine as she cups her breasts, thumbs making small circles over the fabric stretched tight over her nipples, causing them to harden more... Lifting her breast to her lips, tongue darting out to flick the exposed portion of first one nipple, then the other... smiling at me when she stretches her arms over her head, hands clasped, hips grinding side to side so seductively in time with the music... turning suddenly, bending sharply at the waist, legs splayed, hair hanging down as she looks back at me, seeing my finger crook at her, beckoning her to me... She reaches between her legs, running the very tip of her middle finger over the silk covering her sex... leering at me, teasing me before she stands... turning back to face me once again, walking toward me, hips moving saucily side to side until she's right in front of me... everything I can do not to just grab her and take her right there, the reasons for our loss of contact now the furthest thing from my mind... Almost as if she can read my thoughts, she laughs and in one quick motion lifts her left leg high, bringing her foot down on the back of the chair right beside my head... grinning up at her, love the way her leg looks like that... spike-heeled shoe planted firmly on the back of the chair next to my head... leg crooked just so at the knee... other straight, muscles taut, supporting her... hands resting on my head to help hold her steady... Hooking my fingers into the red silk fabric of her panties, pulling them aside slowly... gradually exposing her smooth-shaven lips, so swollen, seeming to pout at me, already moist, showing me her desire.... easing my tongue from between my lips, tenderly gliding just the very tip of it over her sex, bottom to top, culminating with a quick little flip of her clit... Pausing, pulling back, turning my face up towards hers and grinning at her evilly, whispering "shall I go on?"... chuckling as she nods her head emphatically, eyes squeezed shut tight, long auburn tresses bouncing around her face, control of the situation passing so easily, so quickly from her to me.... Darting my head forward quickly, lips forming a tiny little "o" as they plant firmly on her swollen, hardening clit... sucking gently, softly, moving my head side to side, pulling the little nub with me... pushing her clit out with my tongue, then quickly sucking it back inside, again and again, over and over, moving slowly, almost lazily on her... Dipping my head a bit, tongue extended fully, sliding it along the crevice of her ass, over that sensitive patch of skin that separates it from her pussy, pushing forward as it contacts her lips, sliding inside her... stopping only when my lips are firmly against hers, kissing her deeply, passionately on that most sensitive of body parts... feeling her sweet nectar flowing from her so freely, coating my tongue, my lips, my nose, my cheeks, running down my chin... Pulling back again, noting the quizzical, frustrated look on her face as I lift her leg from the chair, settling it to the floor as I stand... pausing just long enough to place a small, soft, almost chaste kiss on her lips, body never losing contact with hers as I move behind her... Gently pressing a hand between her shoulder blades, bending her forward at the waist, her arms extending and hands finding the back of the chair, supporting her in this position... kneeling slowly behind her, easing her panties over her hips, pulling them free of her slightly parted thighs, holding them at her feet to allow her to step out of them before I cast them aside... Resting there on my knees, looking at her, seeing her look back around her outstretched arm at me... admiring the view of her sweet, round, firm ass, jutting so proudly... the way her legs part for me without being bidden.... how those red satin spike-heeled shoes accentuate the muscular curve of her legs... Leaning forward, hand grasping the backs of her thighs just below her ass, parting her legs further still... bringing my head forward until my nose just touches that sweet patch of skin below her sex... inhaling deeply, letting her sweet, spicy, musky scent fill my nostrils... Smiling, feeling the shivers coursing through her body and hearing her gasp at my touch already, though I've yet to even begin pleasuring her... strong, hard fingers digging into her thighs as I extend my tongue with excruciating slowness, letting it graze along the swollen lips that seem to almost try to reach out and pull me into her...... Kneeling behind her, strong hands parting those sweet, perfectly formed ass cheeks... sliding my tongue from between my lips and stiffening it... pressing my head forward, letting my tongue graze of her smooth-shaven pussy.... starting at her clit, just starting to peek out at me... gliding it over her lips, almost but not quite parting them... spreading my legs to make my stiffening cock more comfortable as it hardens from the feel, scent, and taste of her sex... pausing for a second to tenderly flick back and forth over the patch of flesh that separates pussy from ass before proceeding higher, dragging just the very tip along the crevice between her cheeks.... Feeling her clench a bit and then relax as I repeat this motion, again and again... toying with her, teasing her, mouth moving almost lazily over her... taking a moment at the end of each stroke to savor the taste of the sweet nectar gathered on my tongue... Smiling, crouching down a bit and leaning my head back... tongue protruding from my lips and stiffened like a miniature cock... raising my head slowly, penetrating her gently, tongue parting her lips a little at a time.... stopping only when my lips come to rest on hers, chin pressed firmly to her clit... moaning against her as I feel her flexing her pussy around me... smooth, sweet, musky, oily-slick juices flowing from her so freely, coating my lips, my nose, my cheeks, running down my chin... Moving my head up and down in a slow, steady, firm rhythm... fucking her with my mouth, much as I will later with my cock... feeling her legs tremble and her body shake as she meets each of my upward thrusts by settling her hips down, grinding her pussy into me... Sliding my hands up her body, following the outward then inward curve of her hips... fingers digging into her flesh with the most sweetest of pressures, tracing the outward swell of her ribcage, letting my hands find the silk fabric covering her breasts... gently, almost hesitantly, allowing my hands to search for the pert little nubs that jut from them... softly, barely touching, grasping her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and slowly rolling, moving in the sync with my mouth on her... Hearing her moans, feeling her body alternately tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure wash over her, knowing she's enjoying this as much, if not more, than I am... Lifting myself from my knees, tongue slipping from her pussy as I rise, letting the tip drag over her, leaving a trail of moisture through the cleavage of her ass, between those two cute little dimples just above her hips, and along the entire length of her spine, hands lifting and guiding her upright... standing there, fingers interlocked on the smooth, soft flesh over her belly, pressing the growing bulge in the front of my pants to her, nose buried in her long auburn tresses, whispering so softly, sweetly in her ear, calm voice belying the passion that threatens to explode out of me, "My god, Lora... my god... I'm going to have her like this all night, you know that, don't you?" Taking her hand in mine as I turn her, kissing her softly before we begin to cross the room... not looking at her, but knowing she can't take her eyes from me as she wonders what's to come next, smiling a soft smile to myself as the thoughts race through my mind... Pulling her to me as I turn to face her, our knees barely brushing the silk sheets that cover the huge four-posted bed... lips finding hers, kissing her almost chastely at first, lips barely touching her, feeling each other's heartbeats through our chests... letting my tongue dart out, tasting her sweet mouth and her even sweeter sex simultaneously, gently flicking the tip over hers... hands sliding up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and unfastening, parting our bodies just long enough to slide the straps over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before pulling her back to me.... Feeling her hand steal between us, stroking the bulge at the front of my pants, moaning a bit at first, then circling her wrist with my fingers and pulling her away gently... lips parting from hers, whispering as my eyes bore into her, "Plenty enough time for that later, sweet..." Lowering her to the bed before me, kneeling beside her, wrapping my hands around her waist and guiding her to a comfortable position... smiling at her as her head comes to rest on the pillow, that amazing mane of auburn hair splayed out around her face... head cocked somewhat to the side, looking at me coyly... her arms crooked, hands laying on the pillow next to her head... one leg stretched out straight, other bent at the knee, foot resting flat on the bed... reaching down to run the tip of a finger along her jaw line, smiling at her, mischievous look in my eye as I move to the foot of the bed, peeling my shirt from my body and casting it aside as I move.... Standing there, reaching down and picking up one of the 4, long, soft, silk scarves there... chuckling as I see the reaction in her eyes, knowing she'd put them there just for this purpose... running the silk through my fingers, eyes narrowing as I stare at her, feeling through her gaze her attempt to seemingly will my ideas from my mind.... lifting the remaining scarves from the footboard, I return to the bedside, hearing the small gasp escape her lips when the bed settles as I lower my knee to it, body leaning over hers... Dropping the silk in a pile next to her on the bed, lifting one denim-clad leg over her, straddling her hips, sitting on her softly and looking down at her.... dropping my bared chest to hers, nipples softly grazing against each others' as I let our lips touch, tongue probing against hers.... sliding my hands over her ribcage softly, up the underside of her arms, stretching them above her head.... Sliding my body higher on hers, legs spread wide, stretching the fabric of my jeans taut over my shaft... reaching down and picking up one of the scarves, grinning at her as I lean forward, bulge at the front of my jeans almost but not quite brushing her lips... letting her feel the heat radiate from me, smell my man-scent as my hands work on hers... crossing one of her wrists over the other, wrapping the silk around them, tight enough to hold them securely together, but not so tight as to hurt... Second scarf used to wrap around the first between her wrists, then tied to the headboard... her arms pulled tight, straight above her head... pushing my hips forward a bit, brushing the front of my jeans against her lips before I lift my leg back over her, kneeling beside her on the bed, looking down at her... breasts jutting proudly... creamy-smooth skin of her belly jumping with nervous excitement... eyes wide, watching my every move... looking down, noting her inner thighs glistening with her moisture.... Reaching out, running a finger through that moisture, feeling her squirm and try to push her hips down to my hand, but I pull my hand away before she can.... starting to lift my finger to my lips, then pausing.... grinning, looking at her as I lower my hand to her breast, spreading that sweet nectar over a nipple... bending, one hand supporting her head, the other lifting her breast, guiding it to both of our lips simultaneously, our tongues joining to clean her.... Standing, moving to the foot of the bed, gazing at her as I grasp one of those delicate, perfectly-turned ankles of hers... stretching her leg gently, spreading it at a 45-degree angle to her body, pointed directly at the footpost nearest me.... wrapping the silk from ankle to footpost, again and again, tying off the ends tightly.... slowly easing around to the other side of the bed, hearing her soft whimpers and watching her body writhe as she tries to think of a way to get me to work faster... chuckling to myself as I pull the other leg at a matching angle to the other, tying it as well, knowing patience never was one of her strong points.... Standing at the foot of the bed, right in the center, gazing down at her.... unconsciously leaning forward so that the front of my jeans rubs against the footboard, massaging my almost painfully hard cock through my jeans... her so beautiful there before me... long auburn hair framing her face... dark eyes flashing at me, opened wide... lips parted, nostrils flaring as she tries to control her breathing... full, sweet, soft breasts, topped by those pert little rock-hard nipples, pulled to the side a bit by gravity... stomach muscles quivering and shaking... every muscle in her legs outlined... her sweet, pouty, pussy lips throbbing, clit fully exposed, small dark spot forming beneath her as her juices flow... Turning, crossing the room, walking out the door... smiling at the frustrated, confused sigh I hear behind me... returning just a moment later, oaken box in my hands, topped with a large silver bucket of ice... setting them down on the nightstand, then seating myself next to her on her left side... right foot planted firmly on the floor, right hand resting on my thigh... left leg cocked and resting on the bed... reaching down with my left hand, letting it wander between her legs, softly grazing just the tip of my middle finger along her slit, feeling her lips actually try to reach out and pull me in, sensing her growing hunger, her need... leaning down, lips softly contacting hers, breath filling her mouth as I whisper "Are her ready, Lora?"... Resting comfortably there on the bed beside her, just the very tip of my middle finger dragging almost lazily back and forth over the outermost edges of her slit... watching her, so beautiful like that, bound hand and foot, waiting for me... seeing her take in a breath, voice a little shaky and a little frustrated at the same time as her answer, "Yes, god yes... just hurry"... laughing at her, her lack of patience is going to be the root cause of such sweet suffering for her... Dipping my finger inside her, eyes locked on hers, watching them go wide and her back arch as I push it completely inside her, stopping only when the knuckles of my other fingers rest on her lips.... slowly moving it back and forth, then withdrawing it, seeing and hearing her non-verbal protests when it leaves the sweet, silky, moist folds... reaching out to her face, running the tip of my finger over the sexy curved outline of her full, red lips, spreading her sweet nectar on them... bending down to kiss her softly just as her tongue darts out to gather that nectar... both of us cleaning her together in a long, slow, hungry, passionate soul kiss.... Sitting upright again, eyes traveling over her body... the flush spreading from her cheeks, along her neck, over her breasts... the quivering of her arm and leg muscles as she strains against the bonds that hold her.... the way her nipples jut straight up from the tips of her breasts, rock hard... how she struggles to bring her legs together so as to somehow get some kind of relief for that throbbing, aching, so-wet pussy.... wanting to just rip my pants off and take her, right here, right now... long, slow, deep thrusts inside her, interspersed with occasional periods of short, rapid, ball-slapping pistoning of our sexes together until we both just explode together.... but making myself wait.... Turning to the nightstand and the oaken box I placed there.... lifting the lid, my broad back blocking her view as her strain to see what I'm doing... not seeing her, but knowing there's a look of both anticipation and frustration on her face when she hears the hissing scratch, followed by silence... sitting like that for a moment, letting the item I just prepared get ready for her... listening to her moan, feeling the bed move as her struggle to position herself so her can see around me... chuckling to myself, enjoying this so much when I hear "damn you Scott... damn you" in a lusty, throaty voice... Lifting the item and turning my attention back to her, watching her eyes go wide and her jaws go slack when she sees the item I've retrieved... holding it upright directly at a spot a foot above her breasts so she can see it clearly.... a thick, long, red pillar candle... nice little spout of flame topping it, melting the wax into a widening pool around the wick.... rotating my wrist slowly, letting her see the little wave of wax that runs to the edge and then back again as my hand moves... hearing her gasp when a little runs over the edge and down the side, but cooling on the candle before it can drip to her flesh.... Tilting my hand over, starting at a point just below her throat and running a stream of wax the entire length of her torso, stopping just past her navel.... hearing her soft scream, feeling and seeing her body writhe and buck as the sweet pain/pleasure courses through her.... hearing her soft, breathless words of protest, knowing she doesn't mean them when I lift the candle above a breast, letting the molten wax drip onto the nipple that stands so proud there... seeing the little nub actually shiver on its own as the heat attacks it, causing it to harden even more... letting the wax drip over her cleavage, candle tilting further, pausing over the other breast and coating that nipple as well... wax greying as it cools, contracting around her flesh.... A Very Merry Christmas It was Friday, the day before Christmas Eve, and I had only just gotten the mistletoe that afternoon. I had gotten a great deal more than we needed, and as I arranged and glued a bunch of mistletoe to a sprig of holly, a couple of cranberries, three jingle bells and a few tiny gold ornaments and tied it all together with a red velvety ribbon for our entryway's arrangement, I had a wild idea. I made similar arrangements for every light or ceiling fan you can stand under in the entire house and one special one I could hang around my neck; without the holly, for obvious reasons. I dutifully hung the arrangement in the entryway and squirreled the rest away for later. We finally finished cleaning and setting up the dining and living rooms for our annual Christmas party the next night, and took a warm relaxing bath together; after which I hurriedly (needlessly, as I would find out later) put on my robe and went to hang the rest of my mistletoe ornaments throughout the house. The one around my neck hung just where I wanted it to, between my belly button and the top of my cock. I turned on Harry Connick Jr.'s Christmas album and got us each a drink. I was standing in the entryway below the mistletoe when she came strutting down the hall. I say strutting because the three and a half inch tall red stiletto pumps she was wearing with her terrycloth robe made her hips sway sensually and the hem of her robe dance wickedly as she walked towards me. Wow! What a sight, her 95 pounds are spread deliciously over her 34C-24-34 five foot three inch frame, but her sparkling blue eyes and radiant smile are what truly makes her beautiful-and boy was she smiling brightly. I was so mesmerized by her glowing beauty that I didn't even think that her stiletto heels were out of place following a day's end bath. She glanced up at the mistletoe, and then back at me and asked, "Are you waiting there for me?" "We didn't get a chance to test drive it earlier, so I figured I would hang out here and see what happened," I replied. She wrapped her arms around me and we shared a languid kiss, nothing frenzied or rushed, but deep and passionate nonetheless. It lasted about thirty seconds, but felt so much shorter, and as our lips parted I kissed her cheek and then her ear lobe. "I love you," I whispered into her ear; she hugged me a little tighter and kissed me again, a little longer this time but still controlled. Kissing that way always turns her on, and since turning her on was an essential part of my plan I lingered on her lips. I handed her a drink and wrapped my arm around her waist to guide her towards our family room. Another mistletoe arrangement hung in the center of the arched doorway and she pivoted into me as she moved underneath it, "Shall we test this one too?" she asked playfully as she tilted her lips up towards mine. "But of course", I replied and pulled her up against me as we kissed. The flushing of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips against mine, her quickening heart rate beating against my chest and the increasing warmth of her body pressing against mine let me know that she was getting aroused. "I think we should enjoy our drinks in by the fire," I said after our lips broke apart this time. The Christmas tree looked fantastic as the reddish gold flickering firelight highlighted the ornaments, tinsel and brightly wrapped packages. I set my drink on the table as we slipped through the door and as Loretta stepped under the first of the two ceiling fans in the room I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her behind the ear. My cock was beginning to thicken and pushed against her back. She pushed back into me as she twisted around to kiss my lips again. She gave me no clue if she felt the ornament pressing into her along with my swelling prick. I reached for the belt to her robe "Naughty, naughty! Aren't you worried that Santa might be watching?" she said as she playfully pushed my hands away. "By the way I like all of the mistletoe you've hung up, and I think I'm just going to have to kiss you under each bit of it" I quickly ushered her beneath the other ceiling fan for our next kiss. This time she slowly ground her pelvis against my now stiff cock as we explored each others lips; she was obviously very turned on. I glanced at the television-and there we were on screen in front of our Christmas tree kissing passionately; the small red light on the digital camcorder stared back at me-it was time to hatch my plan. I turned a little to improve the televisions image of us, "So, I get a passionate kiss tonight beneath each and every sprig of mistletoe, do I?" I asked as innocently as possible. "I think you've earned it, after all you have been a good boy this year haven't you?" she replied. "I think I've been a very good boy this year," I said as I slowly unbelted my robe and began to shrug it off of my shoulders. "What are you doing?" she asked as my robe fell away and the red velvety ribbon holding my hidden mistletoe came into view. She relaxed her hug a bit to let my robe fall completely off, and giggled when she saw my mistletoe talisman dangling in front of my black silk boxer shorts, now pushed over to the side by my hard cock trying to push its way out. She adores these shorts; keeping them perfumed with my after shave lotion-they are the only pair of underwear, male or female, in the whole house. Her smile broadened and she smartly reached for the belt to her robe and slowly undid it, "You're not the only one with a sexy surprise around here tonight Bucko!" she announced as she sensuously slipped her robe off. It made a dull thumping noise as it crumpled onto the carpet; and there in front of me stood my wife of 17 years in a red velvet Santa's helper baby doll teddy complete with white feathery trim around the hem. She looked incredible, "Wow! You look fantastic. Did Santa send you here to give me Christmas early?" I asked. "Maybe" she laughed and stepped back into my arms to hungrily kiss me, I could feel her heart racing as she pressed herself against my chest and her heat as she straddled my leg, the feathery trim tickled and covered me with goosebumps. She held my cock in her left hand and said, "I did say I would kiss you beneath all of the mistletoe, didn't I?" She nibbled her way down my chest and stopped to tease my nipple, she held it between her white teeth and tugged on it lightly before sucking it into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. My left hand rested lightly on her cheek and trailed her as she slowly made her way down my torso-kissing, licking, and nibbling, the whole way. Her hand slowly pumped my cock. She balanced herself with her other hand on my hip as she slowly squatted down to rest her gorgeous ass on top of her red pumps. The hem of her teddy was pushed up as it fell off of her sexy legs and I quickly glanced at the television screen to see if she had anything on underneath it. The little lightning bolt shaped patch of pubic hair above her pussy was clearly visible on the screen. She looked up at me and said, "We seem to have a problem here. The thing you would most like to have kissed down here isn't under the mistletoe anymore, but rather next to it." She pushed her face into the boxer shorts and inhaled deeply smelling the after shave, "God that feels fantastic" I said as the cool breeze she created swirled around my balls. "If you liked that, you are gonna love this then," she replied and sucked the head of my silk covered cock into her mouth. She continued to pump my cock as she sucked on it through the boxer shorts. "That's it, suck my cock. Get it good and wet so I can fuck you with it," I rasped at her. She gets very wet very fast when she sucks on my cock although she denies the fact it excites her so much. "Is your pussy getting all wet and creamy so I can fuck it? Oh yeah that's it, oh my god that feels fantastic." She slipped her hand up the leg of my shorts and cupped my balls as she twisted her head around my cock. After several minutes of her spiritedly sucking on my cock I said, "Now reach down there and check your pussy. See if it's wet enough to be fucked yet. Just keep sucking me while you do. Mnh, Oh yeah-like that, just like that." She also gets really turned on when I talk dirty to her; so while I talked and she sucked my cock her pace began to build. I felt her free hand slide smoothly down off of my hip and again I stole a glance at the TV screen, her hand slipped deftly between her legs and she opened her swollen pussy lips with two fingers and dipped a third into her juicy hole. She slid it in and out a few times before adding the other two to open her pussy up completely for a couple of bonus strokes. It looked absolutely incredible; as she lifted her slippery fingers to my mouth she slipped her mouth off of my cock and asked, "Do you think my pussy is ready for you to fuck?" I greedily sucked her sweet nectar off of her fingers before I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her. She kept stroking my cock through the boxers, "Turn around." I told her. I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts rolling and squeezing her nipples through the velvet teddy, she ground her round ass back into my cock. Firelight danced wickedly on the shiny trail my boxers smeared on her beautiful tanned ass cheek. I pulled the ottoman over in front of her, "Bend over and put your hands on this." I said, and then I put a piece of Christmas candy on the back of each of her hands, "You can do whatever you want to; just don't let these fall off of your hands, okay?" "I'll try" she panted back. I kissed her deeply, our tongues wrestled together and I began to suck on hers. I pushed her feet together and with her bent over at the waist like that her swollen pussy pouted lewdly out from between her legs. The feathery marabou trim clung to the orbs of her butt cheeks resting just above the crack of her sexy ass. She looked absolutely irresistible, ready to please and be pleasured-the sensuousness she exuded was nothing short of inspirational. I knelt behind her and put one hand on each of her sweet ass cheeks with my thumbs turned inward towards her puckered asshole and gently pulled outward. I licked up the length of her slit; her wet shaved lips glistened in the firelight. I then drew little circles with my tongue around her mound, "Lick my pussy" she commanded, "Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue, ooooh ahh that's it." I did what she told me to do and she started bending her knees a little as she hunched her shoulders down getting my tongue just where she wanted it, "Oh, yes-s-s-s! Suck on my clit, suck it, oh yeah-that's it, ooooh mmmm." I sucked on her bulging pussy lips and then ran my tongue up to her lovely little sphincter giving her a quick rim job. I stood up and lined up my silk covered hard on with her open pussy. "I guess the question now is; have you been naughty or nice?" I asked as I slowly raked her twitching pussy lips with the head of my cock. "Oh, I've been both naughty and nice this year; and sometimes, like right now, naughty is nice isn't it?" she cooed back at me as she pushed back at my cock with her quivering pussy. "Now be a good boy and fill me up with that wonderfully hard cock of yours." My engorged cock did not slip neatly into place as usual, despite her well creamed pussy; the silk boxer shorts I was still wearing made it take a little longer to get inside of her. She loved it though, "Oh my God, that feels so-o-o good! Don't stop." she moaned throatily. I looked down as I continued to push slowly in and watched with fascination as the lips of her pussy clung tightly to the moist silk and got pushed inside also. I stopped where I was and a few seconds later her puffy lips popped back out around my silk covered shaft punctuated by a happy little "Ooh" from my wife and a delighted twitch of her hips. I pressed forward and watched again as her pussy was turned outside in and popped back out twice more before I was fully inside of her. The heat from her pussy was amazing, it felt hotter than I ever remembered, and the addition of the impromptu boxer short condom made her feel exceptionally tight. I continued to rest my left hand on her smooth ass cheek with my thumb aimed at her little brown bunghole. My mistletoe talisman dangled just above the crack of her ass nestled in the white feathery hem of her teddy. I paused like this for only a few seconds but it seemed like so much longer, I was letting her get used to the added material stuffed inside of her and trying to control myself at the same time. She then started to hunch and roll her hips again. I slowly pulled back until only the tip of my cock was still inside of her and then just as slowly pushed back in. The wet silk clung to my cock and glistened in the golden firelight. I repeated the process increasing the tempo with each delightful stroke until I was pounding away at her and the Christmas music was being drowned out by the wet slapping sound of my pelvis against her ass at the culmination of each stroke. The mistletoe bounced wildly to and fro ricocheting, first off of my pelvis, and then off the crack of her ass and occasionally flipping off of my hand or wrist. The jingle bells punctuated the air; blending in with the sounds of the Christmas music, Loretta's moaning and our bodies slapping as they jingled with the peculiar rhythm of our wild fucking. I slid my thumb over her sphincter and pressed lightly, I couldn't hold out very much longer it felt so damn good. Her second orgasm was nearing. "Mmmm, unh, oh yes-s-s-s, again like that yes-s-s, fuck me, unh, harder-ooh that's it." she practically howled, "Oh yes, that's it! Right there, like that! Ohhh! Oh Yes-s-s!" Her hips began to buck wildly and her pussy spasmed frantically around my cock, the Christmas candy bounced off of her hands and into the floor. Her body shuddered completely and her legs began to buckle. I clung to her hips and enjoyed the ride as my cock exploded; shooting spurt after spurt of jism deep inside of her. Her face was flushed red as she straightened up and she glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. I circled her waist with one arm and kissed her neck and ear, "That was fantabulous" I whispered into her ear, "How did I ever get so lucky?" Her pink flushed breasts jiggled wickedly in time with her rapid breathing and my cock remained semi-hard inside of her. "Let me show you just how lucky you've gotten," she hoarsely whispered as she slowly reached behind her and softly pushed me back so my half erect cock slipped out of her. The coolness of the air on the soaking wet silk clinging to my cock felt great. She turned around and again began stroking my cock, she had a look in her eyes that I had not seen in quite a while; she was absolutely radiant-glowing with carnal hunger and pure lust. She let go of me long enough to get hold of the waistband of my boxers and peel them down my legs. She bent over at the waist as she pushed the silky wet mess down to and over my ankles. As she did this she caught the head of my cock with her full red lips and sucked it back into her mouth, her hair danced wildly around as her tongue swirled around my stiffening cock. I kicked the boxers out of the way and her hand was once again milking my cock in time with her bobbing head. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and said "Lay on your back in front of the fire". I checked the TV as I lay down to make sure this was also in view. She straddled my waist and holding my cock straight up she aimed it at her puffy red pussy. She gazed straight into my eyes with a lascivious grin on her face and fell down onto me impaling her hot steamy pussy onto my hard cock in one quick movement. She held her hair up out of her face and began to bounce up and down on me, "Now play with my tits, twist my nipples and pull on them, make me come all over your cock again." I had one nipple in each hand twisting and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, pinching them and pulling on them to where they stretched her tit almost straight out. She bounced feverishly up and down on my cock as she continued to frantically roll her hips around in wild crazy circles. The flickering firelight made her even more beautiful, "That's it fuck me," I hissed "Fuck me; harder." I slipped my hand down to massage her hard little clit with my thumb, as I did this I pressed on the front of her pubic mound with the rest of my hand. I could feel my cock inside of her sliding in and out as she kept riding up and down on me, it was great. She again squealed as she began to cum and lithely fell over backwards; driving my cock directly into her g-spot. She put her hand over mine to rub her clit harder as she ground her hot pussy in frenzied little circles around my pole. She lay back like that for several minutes, her heaving breasts glistened in the firelight and her hard nipples pointed at the ceiling bouncing atop her wonderful full tits as she shuddered in delight. Contented little oohs and ahs escaped her mouth as she subtly gyrated her spasming pussy very slowly around my hard cock. Eventually, she held her hands up towards me so that I could help her sit back up. The look on her face was one of complete euphoria; a pleasant mixture of sexual contentment and total relaxation. Her delicate cheeks were flushed a dark pink and her eyes were glassy and half closed in a blissful trance; the light film of perspiration replaced by sheen of sweat. She let out a sexy little contented moan as her flowing pussy shifted around my cock still buried deep within her and she realized it was still very hard. She lay down on top of me, her moist velvet teddy sticking to my skin felt fiery hot to the touch. Her magnificent breasts peeked over her bodice still and her rock hard nipples pushed into my chest. Her fingers wandered through my damp hair on either side of my head as she continued to slowly circle her juicy pussy around my cock. She made little contented mewling noises as she lightly kissed my face and neck, her cool damp hair pleasantly dragging across my neck and shoulders. Her panting breath caused goose bumps to cover my neck and shoulders as it slowly returned to normal. She rolled away from, and off of me, in one smooth deft motion; happily I noticed it was away from the camera so she was still onscreen-this was working out better than I had hoped for. Her knees were a deep crimson and had the texture of the carpet pushed into them. Her soft warm hand began to once again stroke my slick prick. "Mmmm, you ARE being a very good boy tonight!" she whispered deeply. She looked so sexy! Her moist skin shimmered in the glow of the fire as she pumped my cock and gazed into my eyes. "Perhaps Santa sent something extra special for you." "God, I hope he did," was all I could come up with to say. "Oh trust me he did. You don't think I'm dressed like this for me, do you?" she replied and began kissing her way down my body. She gracefully pivoted on her hip and half sat up as she did and was soon licking the slit in the tip of my cock with her little pink tongue. She slowly pumped it up and down as she held it up to lick, twisting her hand around it as she did so. The thick creamy coating of pussy juice made it very slippery and it felt fantastic. "We taste so good together" she half muttered, and then slipped the head of my cock into her warm mouth "Mmmm". I ran my hand up the back of her thigh towards her happy little pussy as she twisted her tongue all around the rim of my swollen cock head. Her right knee rose slowly up to allow my wandering hand access to her luscious pussy. The look of her, bent over sucking my cock with her leg held up precariously balancing on the toe of her sexy red pump so I could fondle her drenched pussy, was breathtaking and I was glad it was all being recorded on DVD so we could enjoy it again together later. My hand found her pussy and I easily slid two fingers deep inside of her and began to massage her g-spot as my thumb rested over her swollen clit. Her hips responded on their own; wrenching towards my exploring hand. Her mouth let go of my cock, her warm breath on my wet cock an intoxicating gale of enjoyable sensations. "Mmmm, oh yes, anh yes-s-s." She whispered to my twitching penis as her hips gyrated. "You are going to have to stop doing that if you want me to be able to concentrate on this. It's very distracting" A Very Merry Christmas As I pulled my hand out of her delightful pussy I pulled her hips back and over so she was straddling my torso and mimicking her dialogue from earlier said, "If you think that is distracting you're gonna love this." I simultaneously lifted my head up and pulled gently back on her lovely hips to bury my face in her sopping wet pussy. I went straight for the candy center too, fucking her with my tongue as I wallowed between her engorged pussy lips. "Mmmm. You're right we do taste good together" I said as I came up for a quick breath of air. She swallowed my entire cock and began furiously bobbing up and down, twisting her head left and right as she went up and down wrapping her tongue wildly around my bulging hard on. Her hair flapped crazily around my heavy balls driving me wild. I had her clit gently between my lips simultaneously sucking on it and flicking it delicately with my tongue. She oohed and ahhed and groaned with pleasure around my cock, the vibrations from this added to the incredible sensation of her talented mouth. Her hips swiveled about uncontrollably as I tried to keep my mouth on her clit. My hips began to jerk wildly as I also neared nirvana. I let go of her pussy long enough to let her know of my impending explosion. She ignored my warning so I went back to sucking on her slippery swollen pussy. She buried my cock in her mouth as I began to blast jet after jet of thick creamy come into her; I could feel the muscles in the back of her mouth and throat as she enthusiastically swallowed every little bit of it. At the same time her sweet pussy began to twitch and flooded my mouth with her thick and creamy juices as she came all over my face. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth and as her hips slowly calmed down I watched with fascination as her inflamed red pussy lips laconically twitched and began to shrink back to their not completely excited size. The Christmas carols stopped and we heard muted applause, looking towards the sidelight windows on either side of the door we saw a small group of neighborhood carolers beaming and cheering. We both began to laugh and lay there for a few minutes while our audience dissipated. Loretta slowly crawled up off of me and sauntered off towards the bathroom. "You want some cocoa?" she haphazardly asked over her shoulder not really waiting for a reply. I popped the DVD out of the camera and into the DVD player, hit play and fast forwarded to just prior to our entry from stage left and paused it there. I then reloaded the camera and aimed it at the couch, quickly checked it's field of view and turned the TV on to It's a Charlie Brown Christmas, before I added wood to the fire while she made us some hot cocoa to enjoy. It was invigorating stepping out into the cold and dark to get the firewood naked and that is how my lovely wife found me when she returned with our cocoa. She looked marvelous in her sexy Santa's helper teddy and red pumps and had a noticeable luminous afterglow to her. She laughed when I opened the afghan up for her to join me under and saw I was still nude except for my talisman of mistletoe. "Don't you think that you've gotten your mileage out of that yet?" she asked a little too incredulously. "You let me be the judge of when all of the mojo is gone from my trusty little Christmas amulet" I replied as I wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight while covering us up. The cocoa was warm, delicious and relaxing. We sat sipping our cocoa; half watching the annual Christmas program we had seen every year since we had been kids, holding each other and enjoying ourselves. "How many of our voyeuristic carolers do you think are invited over for our party tomorrow night?" I asked as Charlie Brown and the gang went to credits. "I don't know" she said "but they seemed to enjoy the show, didn't they?" She was distracted by the conversation and didn't seem to notice as I hit play on the remote control. "Well let's take a look and see if we enjoy it too" I said with a smirk. "You didn't" she said pulling away from me a little. "Oh yes I did!" I replied "If you don't want to watch it I'll get rid of it; otherwise let's take a look, we can always destroy the disc later." I tried to sound cool and rational but didn't know if it worked. Suddenly Harry Connick Jr. was singing and our Christmas tree filled the 52 inch television screen. Off screen her voice said, "Naughty, naughty! Aren't you worried that Santa might be watching? By the way I like all of the mistletoe you've hung up, and I think I'm just going to have to kiss you under each bit of it" Her eyes were riveted to the screen and we weren't even on it yet. Seconds later we appeared in front of the tree wrapped in our respective robes, so far so good I thought. As we watched ourselves kiss on TV we snuggled closer together and held each other more tightly. I watched her watch our first adult video production; it was all very surreal. She watched intently as our earlier dalliance unfolded onscreen. I leaned over and lightly nibbled on her earlobe. "You look so hot in that outfit" I whispered lowly. The room was filled with the sounds of my moaning and talking dirty to her as she sucked my stiff cock on the screen. She was mesmerized with watching us have sex and I could tell from her quickened breathing and the flushing in her cheeks that she was getting turned on again. I decided to let her watch in relative peace, but pulled her legs out from under her where they were curled to stretch across my lap so I could run my hands up and down them while she enjoyed the show. She did not say a word; she just kept watching the TV as I turned her around and began to lick her pussy from behind on the TV screen. I gently pushed her left leg up and out and she moved it with no apparent notice of me. I slipped my hand between her lithe legs and found her hot little pussy inflamed with desire. Her full puffy lips were wide open and heavy hot humid air greeted my approaching fingers. They slipped easily into her; perhaps even more easily than before, the hot juicy fluid flowing from her gaping little pussy felt like lava from a human volcano. My thumb came to rest on her engorged clit protruding from under its hood and her hips began to squirm and twist against my hand. My other arm encircled her and once again found her breast. I cupped, fondled and massaged her firm melon through the velvet teddy and then pulled it up so the nipple was once again accessible above the red velvet. It was as hard and stiff as I had ever seen it, a dark rose color sticking out about a half inch so I rolled, pinched twisted and tugged on it the way she likes. Soft little oohs, ahhs and low moans had begun to rise through her throat, but still not a word. I tossed the afghan aside for unfettered access to her and began to kiss and nibble on her neck while my hands continued to caress her. The soft little moans of pleasure she emitted mixed with the impassioned cries of "Mmmm, unh, oh yes-s-s-s, again like that yes-s-s, fuck me, unh, harder-ooh that's it. Oh yes, that's it! Right there, like that! Ohhh! Oh Yes-s-s!" cumming from the television. I twisted around and hungrily locked my lips around her other nipple. I held it firmly between my lips and swirled my tongue around it as I sucked deeply. She began to repeat the erotically charged dialogue from the DVD, so I slowed my ministrations to a delicate teasing touch to keep her teetering on the brink of orgasm. Finally she uttered her first words since we had appeared on the screen "Hmm no, oh no don't stop now, make me cum. Be a good boy and make me cum all over your hand, then you can fuck me in my hot wet little pussy" she beseeched, her eyes never leaving the action on the TV. I practically doubled my efforts to please her, plunging my fingers deeper into her juicy pussy. I rubbed vigorous circles around her inflated clit with my thumb while I pushed my fingers in and out of her wet pussy curling them up towards my thumb to completely massage her clit from the inside as well while stimulating her g-spot. I roughly tugged on her nipples with my teeth and hand: virtually pulling them in opposite directions. Moments later she began to passionately squirm and writhe; shuddering with delight as a powerful orgasm racked her body. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers buried within her wet velvety gash. She continued to buck feverishly against my hand as her soaking wet pussy clutched at my probing fingers; wracked with pleasure by another orgasm. "Oh my god, I'm coming again...don't stop...mmmm, anh, Oh fuck yes-s-s-s!!" she moaned as her hips ground firmly onto my hand. On screen my beautiful wife was frantically riding up and down on my cock while I played with her fabulous tits. On the couch she nimbly slipped her hungry little pussy off of my hand and skillfully straddled me in one quick fluid move. "Quick, fuck me before it stops" she panted as she reached between her legs to stuff my cock into her trembling pussy. It wasn't until she had slid completely down onto my rigid rod that I realized she was still in the midst of a long drawn out orgasm. She put one hand on each of my knees and began to rock her pelvis fore and aft. The sight of my hard cock slipping in and out of her with the image of her riding me on the television in the background was almost too much to bear. Her creamy pussy was grasping and clutching at my cock as she slid her hips back and forth and she continued to lowly moan about how good it felt. "Mmmm, oh yes, anh yes-s-s, ooh. ...don't stop...mmmm, anh, don't ever stop. Mmmm, it feels so-o-o good, Oh my God I hope this never stops, oh yes-s-s." In almost eighteen years I had never seen her like this. She continued to enjoy wave after wave of pleasure as she blissfully and continuously came all over my cock; fucking me silly in the process. I rested my hands lightly on her hips and lay back to enjoy what was happening. Her red swollen pussy lips clung to my cock as she rolled her hips up and forward exposing my thick glistening shaft and then they would slip inside her as she would slip back down onto my shaft, the feeling was incredible. Translucent pussy cream coated my cock and matted my pubic hair as the pungent smell of sex filled the room. She continued to wriggle her convulsing pussy around on my hard cock while watching us on television as she neared her earlier orgasm. "Oh yes-s-s, fuck me now...Mmmm...fuck me-e-e...Oh yeah that's it, yes, fuck me with that marvelous cock!" she panted breathlessly. She then laid back against me and began bouncing up and down in earnest as she rubbed frantically at her swollen clit, she put her heels up on my thighs for better leverage and went absolutely wild. She twisted her head around and tried to kiss me but her furious bouncing up and down on my cock made that impossible. My hips flailed about recklessly pounding my hard cock up into her steaming pussy and I exploded deep inside her hot and wet pussy. As my cock throbbed inside of her filling her with my latest load of jism, she fell over at the waist and began twisting her pussy all over as she wailed, "That's it...cum inside me...oh fuck me...Oh my God yes-s-s! Oh fuck yes...fill me up...Oohh, unh...Mmmm." I was drained and lay there panting as my twitching cock shrank inside of her; she continued to unhurriedly circle my crotch with her pussy as the spasms inside of her slowly subsided. My limp cock slowly slipped out of her drenched pussy as she lay against my legs catching her breath. After a protracted rest she pivoted around on my lap and kissed me deeply. "That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, Thank you" she hoarsely whispered as she leaned her head against my chest and drifted off to sleep. Hot sticky sex juice leaked onto my lap as I covered us up with the afghan and joined her in slumber. We awoke with the sun; her red swollen pussy too tender to touch and my mistletoe necklace much worse for the wear. The next evening several of our party guests lingered in front of our Christmas tree, smiling knowingly as they recorded their Christmas wishes, where we had made such passionate love just the night before-yes that is the real reason the camera had been out where it was. If they had witnessed anything, they didn't betray it with anything more than a subtle nod or smile. After all of the guests left my beautiful bride came to bed wearing nothing but her red stilettos and my mistletoe necklace, but that is a different story. A Very Merry Christmas! My friend Jesse and I have been friends for going on eight years. We met online when we were only 14. It started out as friendly chat buddies, but later turned into dirty e-mails, webcam, and letters. I can honestly say that even though we lived in two different states, that I truly felt that I had fallen for him. I wanted to meet him face to face more than anything, but I was never sure how he felt about the situation. Two years ago, on December 22, I asked Jesse to come visit me for Christmas. I was going to be in a play that my grandmother's church put on every year, and wanted him to be there. "I'm going to be Santa's helper in this year's play." I told Jesse that night on the phone, "It would be nice if you could make it up here to see it." I wanted more than anything for Jesse to come visit. My body ached and yearned to feel his touch, to taste him, and so much more. I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity; we were both out of school for Christmas break. "I will try my best Heather, but I am not making any promises that I can't keep." Jesse's voice sounded faint; almost a whisper. "OK..." I felt like I was pressuring him by the sound of his voice, but I just sighed and said, "Well...my play starts at 6:00 pm on the 24th...just in case you could make it." With that I hung up the phone and started with my nightly routines. * * * Two days passed, and I was beginning to worry. I hadn't heard from Jesse, and assumed he was upset with me. My feelings were hurt, but my grandmother was counting on me. I didn't go to church, so this was her reasoning for me making it up to her. I did it, only because I loved her and wanted her to be happy. That night I was back stage with my best friend Amanda. I didn't want her to know that I was upset about Jesse. She thought he was a lost cause. We were getting ready when she asked, "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine." I was a little startled by the question. I hadn't realized that I was off in my own little world. "Sure?" Amanda looked at me quizzically. "Yes!" I gave Amanda my best cheesy smile, and hoped she would leave it alone. She did fall for the fake smile because she went off rambling about her new army boyfriend. I was happy for her, but at the moment I couldn't stop thinking about Jesse. I missed his deep voice, the way his whisper sent chills down my spine, and the way I couldn't help but get excited when a text was received. We stood there at the mirrors getting ready for the show. After the make-up was applied, and the costumes were in order, I stood back to examine myself in the mirror. I was wearing a Santa had that was pinned to my dark hair with bobby pins. My short hair was curled, and fell sweeping my neck just below my ears. I felt stupid yet sexy in the costume, which consisted of a red velvet dress that stopped mid-thigh. It had white fluff around the edges, black buttons down the front, and a wide black belt around my waist. The neck line scooped down to where my round breasts peaked out the top. I had to wear green tights and little elf shoes. Like I said, stupid, yet sexy; I felt sexy. Once on stage I hate the fact that I had to dance. For my petite body frame, my DD breasts just didn't match. They bounced; it was inevitable. I felt self conscious but I knew this play would be over soon. After an hour and a half of dancing and singing, I was finally free to go back stage. Amanda was constantly bouncing by my side (please understand that Amanda is a bit strange, and always hyper). She twirled my curls around her fingers and giggled. "Can I help you?" I asked with a smile. "Only if you let me undress you with my teeth." She giggled and finally calmed down. "I'll take a rain check. Why are you so excited?" "If only you knew..." With those last words, she danced off to find Matt. I sighed. I took one last look at myself in the full length mirror, and decided to head home. Right before I reached the coat rack, I heard a man clear his throat behind me. At first I didn't think anything of it. I heard it again. This time I turned around to see Jesse. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was actually standing in front of me! His pictures definitely didn't do his body any justice. He stood around 6 foot. He was muscular and toned. He had short dirty blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. I couldn't help but stare at his muscles budging out of his sweater, and the way his jeans fit. "I can't believe you actually came!" I was so excited. I ran right up to him and gave him a big hug. Of course it was around his waist since I am about a foot shorter than he is. "Well, I figured we owed it to each other...and I really wanted to see you." He smiled and hugged me back. "I'm about to walk home. Do you want to walk with me?" I couldn't stop staring at his body. It made my mouth water, and that wasn't the only thing getting damp. "No. I figured I came, I saw you, and now I am going home." He laughed. It was so deep and angelic. I thought I was going to cum in my tights. "Of course I will walk you home." I put on my jacket, and we started our walk back to my house. I only lived four blocks away. It was beautiful out. The weather was cold, snow was falling, and that meant that we could get warm together. We walked talking about this and that. We pointed out stars to each other, and I told him how I was worried that he was mad at me. As we walked up my front porch, he noticed that there were no lights on. "Where is your family?" He asked confused. "They go to my grandparent's house on Christmas Eve, and then come home Christmas day." I smiled unlocking the front door. I was still in disbelief. "Shouldn't you be with them?" He asked confused. "It's more for my younger brothers, so I get to stay home." I opened the door and let him in. "Oh..." He looked around, "You have a beautiful home." "Thanks." I smiled and hung my coat up by the front door. I was a little embarrassed because I could feel my nipples tugging at the fabric of the dress. I was hoping it wasn't too noticeable. I took him into the family room and started a fire for warmth. I offered him something to drink, but he declined. As we sat there on the couch talking I couldn't stop thinking about him without his shirt on. I wanted him to hold me and kiss me. I wanted to feel his body next to mine, and most of all, I wanted him inside me. I couldn't stop peaking at the crotch of his pants. I was curious as to how big it was. Jesse must have seen me peaking because he asked, "Do you like what you see?" "Well I definitely like what I see, but I can't give you a definite answer about the parts I can't see." I wanted Jesse so bad. The thoughts running through my head were making me wet. I decided I had to make a move, "I hope you don't mind, but I have to take these tights off. They are irritating me." "Not at all." He smiled. I walked to my room and removed the tights. I also decided to remove my panties. When I walked back out into the family room Jesse was relaxed on the couch watching the fire. I figured this was my chance. I walked over to the fireplace and opened the cabinet next to it. I bent over low enough so that I knew Jesse would get a nice view of my freshly shaved pussy. I grabbed a log to throw on the fire and peaked back at Jesse. He was staring. Good, I just smiled. Once I placed the log on the fire, I went back to the couch and got comfortable with Jesse. I snuggled close to him. I threw one leg over his, and noticed the big bulge in his pants. That made me excited even more. My nipples were fighting with the fabric, and my pussy was aching for him. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked, mimicking what he had said earlier. "Uh...yes I did." His cheeks turned red, and this encouraged me more. "Good. Then you might like this as well..." I stood up in front of him. I took the wide belt off and flung it to the other side of the room. He stared with his eyes the size of saucers. I started with the top button and made my way down the rest. I shrugged the dress down my shoulders, and slowly removed it from my body. I swayed my hips to give him a little show. Once the dress hit the floor, I reached back and unclasped my bra. I let that fall as well. My entire body was visible for him to see. "Well...ahem...wow..." Was all he could manage. I could tell that he was excited as well. The bulge in his pants was pressing hard against his jeans. I walked over and placed one leg on each side of him. My round breasts pressed against his hard chest, and I could feel his hard dick pressing against my aching pussy. I leaned forward and kissed him. He did not object; he kissed back. His lips were full and tasted sweet. I teased his lips with my tongue, and eventually broke the barrier. My tongue explored his mouth. They twisted together, and massaged each other. I felt his fingertips run along my ribs, down to my ass. He gave a nice firm squeeze, and I leaned into his touch. Our kiss became more passionate and deep. I reached down and began to work his sweater up over his chisled torso. I only broke the kiss long enough to get the sweater off and toss it to the other side of the room. When the kiss was finally broken I could feel myself dripping down my leg. I wanted him in me more than anything. "I want you in me now." I whispered softly into his ear, and then started nibbling on it. Jesse flipped me over onto my back and began leaving a trail of kisses starting at my neck, down across my flat stomach. When he reached my mound my hips rose in anticipation. My body was yearning for him. He kissed my thighs gently on each side before flicking my clit with his tongue. I shivered at that motion and a tiny moan escaped my lips. He continued teasing my clit with his tongue. My hands were entwined in his hair pulling him closer. He began licking the full length. He nibbled gently in a way that made my pussy throb even more. My head was lying back on the couch as I was begging him for more. He gently slid one finger in; I moaned at the feeling. He then slid another finger in. Jesse was flicking my clit with his tongue, and fucking me with his fingers at the same time. It felt so good; I couldn't control the moans and sounds of pleasure from leaving my mouth. After a few minutes I could feel the waves of climax begin. My muscles tighten around his fingers, and I couldn't resist anymore. My climax hit with more pressure than ever before. Jesse didn't stop. He continued to lap up all of my juices. I was panting, and having a hard time catching my breath. Jesse kissed his way back up. He sat up and undid his jeans. When he slid his jeans down I couldn't believe how big he was. I bit my lip and pulled him forward. He grabbed himself and guided towards my pussy. He rubbed the head against my clit; another moan escaped my lips. He teased me for a few minutes before finally pushing all the way in. My body arched up, and I heard him grunt. He started pumping slow. Long slow strokes. I was enjoying every inch of him. My nails dug into his back and he thrusted harder. With every pump he moved harder and faster. I wasn't the only one moaning, he was as well. With my hands caressing his ass, he reached up and cupped my breast. He played with the nipple; twisting and tugging on it. It felt amazing. I could feel myself getting close to another orgasm. I leaned forward and started kissing his neck. My nails ran down his back, and he got even faster. I couldn't stop it anymore. I let out a loud moan and the orgasm hit. That time Jesse came with me. He buried his dick deep in my pussy and released his seed. We both collapsed on the couch. He laid on me circling his finger around my belly button. "That was great!" I whispered. "You're telling me." He looked at me and smiled, "Merry Christmas!" Then we heard keys jingling outside the door... A Very Merry Christmas, Big Balls Well, thanks. But that is exactly what I felt last Christmas, 2014, when my well-intentioned Christmas spirit—or, well, at least my conscientious plan—veered into farce. Not that I didn't enjoy it, at least in the end... Well, that comes out in the story. I want to say, first off, that this is true. It took place on Christmas Eve in a nice suburban town outside Boston, Massachusetts. In my own home. It started when I heard the front door slam and Gerry, my wife, in that sweet voice, call out: "Don't be surprised, Hon, I met my Mom and Sis and they're with me." Surprised? Me? I had told her explicitly before she left to come home alone. I had said, "I want this Christmas Eve to be just you and me, okay? Promise?" And that's why I was stark naked, stretched out beneath our Christmas tree, amidst all the presents, with the colored lights and silvery reflections of the ornaments playing over my body. I was tied for real because I had asked my sis, a very liberated gal, to do it. My arms were apart, secured at the wrists, my legs were way, wide apart—thanks, sis—and secured. And, as a special touch, there was a small pillow under my butt, so my dick and balls in their nest of hair were the highest part of my body. It was my Christmas present for Gerry, you see—an offering of myself, an invitation to a sensual, exciting, satisfying Christmas. But now, Gerry and her sister, just home from second year of college, and her Mom, were in the kitchen noisily unpacking grocery bags. Lying where I was for maybe an hour, having fantasies, I had become horny enough to fuck Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. I didn't have a hard-on, at the moment, but my dick, seven inches even flaccid, was swollen—a kind of thick arc of red flesh rising from my thicket of black public hair. And my "big balls"—that's what Gerry liked to call me. I had an impressive sac. "No," I was calling to her, "no, please. No..." Not sure what else to say. I mean, what? I'm naked in here with my dick on display? "Oh, Hon, I know you wanted it to be just us, but...oh, my God..." Nothing I could do about it. Sis had done a good job; I was on display. In fact, I had been excited enough just thinking about it so that my foreskin was pulled back and my ripe red berry, glistening, for them to see. You don't get more naked than that." "Oh, jeez," and then a flood of giggles. That was Gerry's little sister, Beth, who stood now staring down at me. Well, you know, staring at "it." "What is...? Oh, oh Jessie, I'm so sorry..." And that was her mother. The whole gang, standing side by side, looking at me. What beautiful women, though. Gerry with her dark hair cut short, flattering her strong face, large eyes, and wide mouth. Her mother beautiful and her body amazing, thanks to working out, among other things--just a natural beauty with dark hair down around her shoulders. And her Sis, still just a girl with straight hair down her back and a face made to kiss. All of the women in the family were lush, with curvy figures, flared hips, prominent busts—in that category, mom had the lead, Gerry next, and younger sis not far behind. A family endowment. In perhaps one of the weakest lines of dialogue ever spoken, I said, "Merry Christmas, Gerry. I thought I would be your present, this year." And I added, as I felt I must, "You DID promise to come home alone..." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jessie," her Mom said right away. "We should go..." "How did you do this, Jessie?" asked Beth, and she was coming forward with a cute frown on her face. God, she was sweet and edible, so I felt my prick swelling. "Beth," her Mom began. But Gerry said, a smile on her face I admit I never had seen, a very excited smile, and happy, "No, go ahead, Beth. After all, it's my Christmas present." "Really, it's okay, Gerry?" By now, Beth stood over me, smiling, drinking in what she saw. I work very hard at the recreation center to keep in shape; I don't have six-pack abs, but I have definition. And my pecs stand out pretty well. "Nice," breathed Beth, with a wide smile. "You're doing okay, aren't you, Jessie?" asked Gerry, and now she was coming forward. In her eyes, and the turn of lips, unmistakably, I could see she was hot. She was feeling quite hot. "I might just get the wine," said Gerry's mother nervously. "Join the party," said Gerry casually. "We're all family, here. Right, Jessie?" "Sure," I said. I could get to like this. All three of these women, in different ways, were erector sets. I had wondered for a long, long time, what those tits on the mother looked like. And no end of fantasies about younger Sis. With an uncertain smile, Mom walked over and joined the crowd looking down at the main attraction. She had lost her husband to a very tragically early heart attack about two years ago. So far as I knew, she had gone without for those two years. A very sad waste of a very stunning woman. Now, suddenly, Beth folded her legs under her with the most graceful movement, and came to rest sitting beside me. She looked at me and smiled. I lost it, then. My semi-hard, swelling dick rose straight and more than straight, so stiff it was arching back. All three women burst out laughing as they watched this happening. No way, right now, I could do anything about it. Beth raised her hand, reaching out, and then quickly pulled it back, glancing up at Gerry. "No, go ahead," said Gerry cheerfully. "Think of it as a family Christmas present. Like a big box of chocolates. Help yourself." And she added, "That's okay, right Jessie? My present?" I let my head fall back to the floor, looking up at the rainbow lights of the Christmas tree, smelling the fresh odor of spruce needles. What was not to like? "From me to you, all yours, darling," I said. And then I gave a start, a serious jerk, and my head shot up. I had felt the fingers on my prick. I met Beth's grinning face. And her fingers, very delicately, were on my prick, playing a little beneath the swollen head, tickling and flicking. My head clunked back to the floor, and I muttered, "Oh, God..." "He likes it, Sis," said Gerry with a laugh. "Here," she said, "just in the Christmas spirit." And her hands quickly yanked the black sweater over her head, tossed it away, and her hands went around to her back, so pretty soon her black bra simply slid off and hit the floor. I had been her guy for five years, but those heavy boobs that simply levitated on her chest, with nipples that actually pointed up, like thumbs giving the high sign, drove me crazy. Sister Beth, with her fingers spreading my pre-cum over the underside of my dick, and circling round and round over the swollen head, glanced up at Gerry with a big grin and asked, "Should I get comfortable, too?" "Yes," said Gerry, "right now," and in her voice I heard a racing sort of arousal. This girl was going somewhere she hadn't been. Perhaps this Christmas present would work, after all. Very quickly, very deftly, Beth rose and soon had off her top things, and, without hesitating, down came her slacks, her panties, revealing that mind-blowing young body, with full high tits and a very lush dark pussy. And then, she was comfortably curled beside me, again, and making free with what I had. Suddenly, she took hold of my balls with her fist. She gave a very respectable squeeze and rolled my balls against each other, hard, so I jerked my hips and grasped, "Ahh." She gave a delightful laugh, throwing back her head, her eyes glittering, lips wide apart. "Shall I soothe him?" asked Beth excitedly. "Hold it," said Gerry uncertainly. I mean, this was getting out of hand. What was it with little sis? Gerry turned and asked, "Mom? Are you joining the party or not?" "Well, I could serve the wine," she offered. "Okay," said Gerry, "you're the topless, bottomless cocktail waitress. I'll have Chardonnay." "Me, too," said Beth, and I said, "Good with me." I mean, it seemed like a vote for Gerry's idea. For a moment, Mom glanced from one to the other of us, then shrugged, and went to the kitchen. She closed the door behind her. "My turn," said Gerry, and knelt beside me, glancing once at Beth, once into my eyes. Beth said, "Go for it," and that is what Gerry did. When her lips closed around my cock, swallowing it so that her lips actually brushed my public hair—an amazing ability of Gerry's—I groaned and closed my eyes. "Jeez," said Beth, with a kind of awe. "Did you just put that whole thing down your throat?" Gerry, who could not speak, obviously, nodded her pretty head. "You've GOT to show me how to do that," said Beth. Gerry was nodding her head and then lifting it, so her full lips slid up and down the whole length of my cock, which by then was stretched to a good eight inches or so. She had her eyes closed, her cheeks sunken, moving up and down with wet lips. As she did, her big tits pressed against my thighs a little, then lifted, hanging like gourds, swinging, the big nipples pointing straight down. "Okay," said the brisk, efficient voice, and I opened my eyes. Mom came through the kitchen doorway, naked, holding a tray of drinks, and I saw at once that these were serious senior boobs, a bit pendulous, but remarkably full, with bullet-hard nipples. As my gaze slid down, I saw with amazement that her pussy was shaved clean, bald and exposed. Obviously, her daughters were seeing it for the first time. Beth looked up, and said, "Oh..." Mom said, "Yeah, I shave it. It feels so sexy. Just knowing it's down there in my panties turns me on." How many times had I daydreamed about this? I turned my head and frankly stared. Yes, she was shaved and her pussy lips and clit were NOT demure. The clit by now had swollen under the pink flesh, so a stout tube ran down the center of her cunt. From one end, peeped the delicate pink head on the "little penis." This lady was seriously over-excited. Gerry saw, too, I think. She lifted her head, letting my achingly, arching stiff dick wag in the lights of the tree. As cover, she reached out and took the glass of Chardonnay her Mom held out, leaning over so her massive boobs hung and swung. Playfully, Gerry's hand darted out and seized one thick, dark brown, pendant nipple and gave it a squeeze. It had to be the first time. A startling smile crossed her Mom's face and she said, "Oh, my..." No one looking at the poor modest woman's clit could fail to realize she was afire. Gerry was a good daughter; she saw. And she said, with a laugh, "Come on, Mom, sit on this thing," giving my stiff prick a knock so it wagged a little, "and pretend you're Santa Claus in the sleigh." "Oh, no, I couldn't..." Mom began. Gerry favored talking; Beth favored direct action. She sprang to her feet, took the tray from her Mom and put it on the floor, then slipped behind her Mom and put her hands on her shoulders. "It's an orgy Mom," she laughed in the most delightfully casual way. "You've got to be a good sport. We want you to ride..." All the while, she was pushing her Mom forward and down. I frankly was praying to the spirit of Christmas that this stunning sensual piece would be sitting on my dick. "Yeah," said Gerry, laughing and pulling her Mom from below, "Come on, Mom. Your turn." Somehow, then, Mom was swinging one slender, well-muscled leg over my belly, glancing down, and, like an experienced woman, taking hold of my stiff prick and maneuvering its head toward her cunt. I stared at the bare pussy with the swollen clit as it gaped to receive me. Then she had the head of my dick positioned and started to lower herself. "Oh," she cried. And then, brokenly, with a sob, "Oh, it's so good..." And she moaned, "I shouldn't be..." but she had let herself slide way down to be deeply impaled on my ramrod. Her face was bright red, tears on her cheeks. She started to rock, sobbing, "Oh, oh, oh...." I saw Gerry and Beth exchange quick glances. Then wide grins. You know? Maybe this is the Christmas present that gives and gives. I seem to have three hot women, with sensuous hips, swinging tits, and angelic faces who badly want cock. Now, Mom was thrashing around, her head thrown back, one hand cruelly twisting her nipples, her hips gone wild with jerking, and then she was crying out in ecstasy and unbearable delight, her head whipping her long hair back and forth, but above all pressing that fleshy hairless pussy against me so that my ramrod filled her... And then, I was heaving up my hips, driving my prick deeper into her, so she was moaning "Ahhhh..." and then, "No...my cunt, my cunt..." But I hardly heard, I was getting my own Christmas present. And I had a feeling, a very strange intuition, that this might be a wonderful new year. A Very Merry Christmas Tale I pulled the Kenworth into the driveway, drove it into its spot next to the house, and shut down the big Cat diesel. After checking everything out inside the cab, I grabbed my bag from the sleeper, opened the door, and stepped out into the chill Alaskan evening. I had just completed a three-day run to Kenai and back; I was tired and smelled of diesel, cigars, and stale coffee. Out of reflex I locked the cab doors. This brought a chuckle to my reeling brain as I stepped down from the cab of the truck, "Who's going to break into this thing way out here." I thought to myself as I walked around the big rig to check out everything one more time. Satisfied that everything was fine I plugged in the engine and transmission warmers, walked briskly to the steps and climbed up to the porch. I stopped there to take in the solitude of the rural scene. After days of constant noise and vibration the soft whisper of the breeze in the bare branches of the alder and birch trees brought a smile to my lips and peace to my heart. As far as I could see in the chill December night there was nothing to disturb my tranquility and peace. The northern lights wove their trail across the clear night sky, forming a translucent curtain over the innumerable stars in the dark firmament. I took a long deep breath, exhaled slowly, my breath forming a thick cloud of vapor in the frigid night air, and reached for the doorknob. It turned without much noise and I pushed the door open and stepped into the welcome warmth of my house. Putting my bag down on the landing, I hung my coat on the coat rack before retrieving my bag and climbed the short flight of stairs to the living room. I turned at the top of the stairs and was in the process of walking to my bedroom when a voice came out of no where, "How was your trip?" Startled out of my reverie I turned toward the couch and saw Christine sitting there wrapped up in an old afghan, with a drink in her hand. She raised her glass in salute and took a big swig. The movement of her arms caused the afghan to shift slightly, exposing a sleek, bare shoulder. The afghan was a ratty old thing my ex-wife had crocheted many years ago that I used to cover the worn fabric on the back of the couch. It was more holes than yarn and through the gaps in the fabric I could see that she wasn't wearing much under the blanket, just a light nightgown I surmised and little or nothing more. I suppose that I gawked a bit longer than I realized because I saw a smile slowly grow on Christine's lips and she repeated her words slowly as if talking to a child, "How was your trip?' Then added, "Did you have some trouble? I figured that you'd be getting in earlier today." I shook my head to clear my mind and turned to walk to my room. "No trouble. Just the usual hurry up and wait." I said as I walked away. "That's good." She responded. "I was about to get worried." That statement confused my muddled brain a bit because we weren't all that close. Christine was my roommate, Becky's, daughter. She had been living in the home with us for a few months after being discharged from the Army. She was a pleasant enough young woman but we were not really all that friendly. We just passed each other on our way in or out, exchanged a few words in passing and got on with our separate lives. I'd known Chrissie and Becky for close to ten years and we had always gotten along well enough, but I was not exactly her favorite person in the whole world. She usually just put up with my behavioral whimsies with a shake of a disapproving head or a smirk of post adolescent superiority. I stepped through the door to my room. "I didn't know you cared." I quipped as I put the bag down on the bed and began pulling dirty clothes from my bag and tossing them casually into the hamper. "Yeah, well." She began, "Truth is, I need you to fix my car. It broke down today and it's sitting in the parking lot at work." She finished. "Figured it had to be something like that." I said with a snort as I tossed the empty bag onto the floor of the closet and stepped out into the hall. "Now don't be so damn cynical John." She countered as I strolled into the living room. "Sorry, I'm just tired I think." I apologized as I walked past her and into the kitchen. "That's ok." She chuckled. "I figured as much." Then she added, "There's a pitcher of Margarita's in the fridge if you're thirsty." "Is the bear catholic? Does the pope shit in the woods?" I respond as I opened the fridge and pulled the almost full pitcher from its place on the shelf. I grabbed a glass from the dish rack and filled it to the rim. I put the glass to my lips and took a good healthy pull. It sure tasted good and it sure was strong. "Tastes good." I called over my shoulder. "You don't have to yell." She replied from much closer than I expected. I turned my head and saw her standing just a few feet away leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen. She still had the drink in her hand and the afghan wrapped tightly around her. I turned around, leaned back on the counter, and ran my tired eyes over her appreciatively. Christine, or Chrissie as I called her was definitely a lovely lady not beautiful but definitely easy on the eyes. She stood around five foot nine with honey blonde hair. She had a firm muscular body with a nice tight stomach below a pair of exemplary boobs that appeared very firm. She was a bit of a loner but never seemed to lack for male companionship when she wanted the attention. She was selective with her companions I guess you could say. She might go weeks without dating and then go through a half dozen young swags in a week of debauchery when she had the urge. The horn rim glasses she normally wore may have made her look a little bookish, but I knew for a fact that she loved a good party and a good time. "Cheers." I said as I lifted my glass in a salute. "Cheers." She responded and we both lifted our drinks to our lips. I drained half of my drink in one gulp then pulled the glass down to once more take in Chrissie's scenery. She still had her glass to her lips and was in the process of draining her drink. With her arm raised the afghan had fallen open exposing a pale blue nightgown that was nearly see through. Just like a barbed wire fence it protected the property but didn't obstruct the view. From where I stood I could see a fair amount of delectable cleavage and the round expanse of the side of one breast that nearly pushed past the strap of her nightgown. The faint tantalizing outline of her aureole and the imprint of her nipples against the sheer blue fabric made me catch my breath and stare. I could feel my breath quicken, my mind whirl, and my dick begin to harden. "Damn, I need to get laid more often!" I thought to myself before pulling my gaze away from her rather pleasant mammary. I raised the glass to my lips once more, drained its contents before turning around to pick up the pitcher and refill the glass once more. I was just picking my glass up from the counter when Chrissie quipped, "What's a girl gotta do to get a refill around here?" I turned my head and saw Chrissie standing there with her glass extended toward me. She wiggled her empty glass to let me know that she was waiting for a refill. "I don't know, let me think on that a bit." I replied slowly. I paused for a second as if contemplating the possibilities and then I retorted, "How about a little table dance for the master of the house?" I said this with a leering grin as I turned with the pitcher to refill her empty glass. Her glass topped off she replied, "Thanks. But I don't give table dances to dirty old men." She laughed as she pulled the afghan back together and turned back toward the living room. As she moved away she did a little wiggle and shimmied her ass in my direction. "You think that'll do ya?" She asked as she walked briskly back toward the couch. "I guess it'll have to do." I said as I put down my drink and turned my attention to building myself a little snack. I made myself a sandwich, grabbed some chips and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. The simple food tasted good after three days of coffee, cigars, and little else. When I finished the meal I pushed the plate away, got up to make myself a cup of instant coffee, then returned to the table. Sipping at the warm coffee my brain slipped into a contemplative phase and I began to consider the whys and wherefores of my recent life. All in all things could be a lot worse right now. I was in good health, my house and land were all paid for and my truck was the only bill that I had. I kept busy these days. In fact business had been a bit too good and had kept me on the road so much that I had virtually no personal life at all. Sure there was the occasional one nighter or drunken tryst with a hooker. But, those were even becoming rare. Not many women wanted a relationship predicated on sex in the sleeper of a semi in some unlit rest area. And I was getting too old to take any risks with getting some disease from some old scraggly whore. My wife had left me on Christmas a couple of years ago and I'd never bothered to get a replacement. I had returned from a run to Seattle to find the house empty, my bank account stripped and a note saying that she was on her way to L. A. to live with her sister. The note went on a bit over two pages but the gist of it was that she was tired of never having a man around when she needed one. I guess the life of the wife of a long haul trucker was not an easy one. Shortly after Linda, my wife, walked out Becky had moved in. Becky and I had been on again off again lovers for many years. Life on the road is at its best lonely and you learn to get love where you can, even if it's not at home. At first Becky and I were red-hot lovers and shared many mad nights of unrestrained lust. But the passion soon waned and now we were just friends, fuck friends she called us because we occasionally, when our schedules allowed and our needs dictated, shared each other's beds. Becky worked part time as a waitress in the local roadhouse but most of the time she was a pilot car driver for a local trucking company. She was gone from home almost as much as I was so our paths seldom crossed these days. But, when we were home together, the bedsprings generally got a good work out. Chrissie was Becky's only kid. I had known her since she was in junior high, so she was almost like a daughter or niece to me. She grew up wild and had been hell on wheels as an adolescent but the Army had straightened her out. Chrissie had done a stint in the service right after high school. She had just gotten out maybe five months ago, and had moved back home to Alaska. She had moved in with us until she could put together a grubstake. She worked as an office temp when the work came up and as a waitress and bartender in one of the local watering holes when she needed to. She was looking for a place of her own in town, but hadn't found anything yet. I didn't mind Chrissie being around, hell, I barely saw her most of the time. She worked long, hard hours and she didn't get in my way much when she was around. She was more than welcome to remain here but she seemed pretty keen about living on her own; the living arrangements here were a bit strained sometimes for her I guess. Chrissie had slept on the couch for a while after she had moved in, but it didn't take long for me to realize that we all needed a bit more privacy and I had converted a portion of the basement to a bedroom for her. This arrangement gave her privacy for when she entertained the men in her life. Over the first few weeks I had been surprised way too many times in the middle of the night when I stepped out to get a snack from the kitchen and found her in a compromising position with a local stud on the floor of the living room. I recalled one night in particular. I had stumbled out of my bedroom to get myself a drink and had taken maybe three steps into the living room when I became aware of impassioned grunts coming from the other side of the room. I stopped stock-still and looked in the direction of the grunting. With the faint light from the full moon cascading through the picture window I could readily make out the forms of two figures locked in throes sexual intimacy. It was fairly obvious that one of the forms was Chrissie and I had no idea who the other figure was, but whoever it was, definitely was having a good time doing Chrissie doggy style. They were turned at an angle to me so they had no idea that I was there. All I could see was the bare buttocks of the man thrusting again and again toward the hind end of Chrissie and the bounce of Chrissie's full breasts as each thrust slapped home in her. I watched for a minute or two, enthralled by the scene before me. I was a bit drunk and I even thought about asking if I could join in the fun. But I didn't, instead I just walked to the kitchen, grabbed my bottle of tequila off the counter and quietly retraced my steps to the bedroom to resume my nocturnal activity with Becky. To my knowledge Chrissie had any inkling that I had witnessed her carnal activities that night. But, sometimes my fantasy that she had actually known that I stood there watching her as she got a good fucking and had continued the show just for me, made my masturbation in the darkened sleeper of the truck much more satisfying. "You going to be anti social or something?" Chrissie called from the living room. "Nope." I replied as I stood up from the table and picked up the empty plate. "Just day dreaming." I finished as I sat the plate in the sink and picked up the half filled pitcher of margaritas from the counter. I walked into the living room and gestured with the pitcher toward Chrissie. ""Ya need a refill?" I asked. Chrissie simply raised her glass in response. I walked to her and topped off her drink before turning to my chair and sitting down. I refilled my own glass and leaned forward to place the now nearly empty pitcher on the coffee table. "Where's your Mom?" I asked as I leaned back in my over stuffed easy chair. "She's on a run up to the north slope, and then maybe down to Anchorage." Chrissie replied as she pulled her glass from her lips. "She'll be back in a four or five days." She concluded softly. "Sounds good." I said, before continuing, "How come you're home tonight. I thought that you were working Thursday nights at the Roadhouse." "Yeah I was. But it was so slow that they let me go home early." She took a sip and continued, "Then my car wouldn't start so I had to hitch a ride home with one of the cooks. End of story." I chuckled at that; she had picked that 'end of story' thing up sometime when she was in the Army. It was her way of ending the discussion of something distasteful or disturbing. "Ok, I'll take a look at it in the morning." I responded as I lifted my glass to my lips. We sat there in silence drinking our drinks. My eyes kept fluttering closed and try as I might to stay awake I must have dozed off for a while because I was startled awake when I felt something brush lightly against my knee. I opened my eyes suddenly and jerked awake. I looked up and directly into the eyes of a lovely young lady. "Sorry." She said as she leaned over. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just made a fresh pitcher and figured you might want a refill." Chrissies leg continued its contact with my knee. I could feel the gentle warmth of her body through my jeans. I felt my skin warm as faint desire coursed through my body. I shook my head to clear away the cobwebs. "How long have I been asleep?" I croaked in an attempt to take my mind off my undeniable desire for Chrissie. "Not long, maybe an hour or so." She replied as she filled my glass to the top. "Damn, must be more tired than I thought." I replied as I reached for my drink. "Maybe you should go to bed." She stated as she returned to the couch, put down the fresh pitcher on the coffee table, and snuggled back into her spot. "Nope, too early." I said before lifting my glass to my lips. "Then I guess that I'll have to entertain you. Don't want you to doze off again." She said as she folded her legs up underneath herself and pulled the afghan tight around her body. "What do you have in mind?" I inquired lustily. "Ya gonna do a table dance or something?" "I told ya before, no table dances here." She declared. "You're just going to have to settle for some sterling conversation." She finished before launching into a brisk dialogue of her life and loves of the moment. Chrissies voice faded into a drone in my head. She talked on and on, all the while drinking and gesturing. Occasionally her movements would cause the afghan to fall away and I would get a glimpse of cleavage as her breasts swayed with the motion of her arms. Her skin was almost translucent and looked flawless to my tired and inebriated eyes. She was constantly repositioning the afghan up or pulling at the straps of her nightgown as it continually tried to slide off of her body. I watched, enthralled, as small portions of her body were momentarily exposed to my view. At one point one entire side of her gown fell away and I got a clear view of her large brown aureole and very erect nipple. The friction of her skin against the fabric of her nightgown must have stimulated her because her nipple stood out like a long stiff eraser above the rosette of rosy brown skin of the aureole. She quickly and unselfconsciously pulled the strap back into place, but from that point on I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the way that her nipples strained against the translucent fabric of her baby blue night gown. I quickly was becoming extremely aroused as I watched her animated movements. I could sense my pulse rate rise and my breathing became ragged. The flesh of my little man became engorged and soon strained against the fabric of my jeans. Once when Chrissie momentarily ceased her narrative, I tore my eyes from Chrissies heaving breasts, looked up and at her face and caught her gazing raptly at the bulge in my jeans. For some bizarre reason I became self-conscious at her attention and quickly crossed my legs. I watched as a knowing smile crossed her face at my discomfiture. Still smiling she leaned forward on the couch and reached out toward the pitcher on the coffee table. She let the afghan fall away from her shoulders as she leaned over to lift the pitcher from the coffee table to pour her self another drink. She seemed to lean over a bit more than need be as she reached for the pitcher of margaritas. With the afghan out of the way the only thing between my staring eyes and Chrissie's alabaster skin was the translucent fabric of her light blue nightgown. The gown was a soft billowing garment that hung loosely on Chrissies body. As she leaned over her nightgown fell away from her body and I got a clear view of Chrissies very attractive breasts. I sucked in a ragged breath as her tits came into view. Her nipples were indeed stimulated, they stood out long and hard and rosy from pale white iridescence of her skin. I must have stared holes in Chrissie's soft flesh as she slowly refilled her glass. She stopped her pouring when her glass was perhaps three fourths full and simply held the pitcher still. At that point I tore my gaze from her breasts and moved my attention to her face to discover that Chrissie was looking directly into my eyes. I let out a soft gasp of embarrassment at being caught leering at her boobs. My soft gasp brought a broader smile to her lips and I felt a flush of embarrassment rise up and color my face. Chrissie simply smiled disarmingly at me and finished topping off her drink. I yanked my eyes from her succulent flesh. For some reason I felt sullied for looking so lustily at Chrissie's boobs. I was thirty years older than she was and I had known her for so long that I felt almost like she was family. The desire that now rose in my loins disturbed me on many levels, but most of all it embarrassed me because I didn't think that I had a chance to get her into bed anyway. All in all I felt like some pathetic, drunken pervert lusting after a young girl with no chance of the lust being reciprocated. A Very Merry Christmas Tale I lifted my gaze to the ceiling and let out a long sigh. "Damn." I muttered to myself. "Maybe I should go to bed after all." "You need a refill?" I heard Chrissie ask with a chuckle. I looked down from the ceiling and realized that she had gotten up and was standing right in front of me with the pitcher in her hand. As I was about to decline her offer of a refill she leaned over and topped off my glass. The soft fabric of her nightgown fell away once more as she leaned in to top off my glass and I got another clear close up view of her flawless breasts and rosy colored nipples. The view down her gown afforded me a view of a broad expanse of alabaster skin from the curve of her shoulder to the lace of her light blue colored bikini panties. As I stared at her exposed body, her skin took on a slight flush and I could swear that gooseflesh appeared on the velvet skin of her lovely boobs. Maybe it was the chill of the room, maybe it wasn't. The world could have exploded at that moment and I wouldn't have noticed. Like any truly dirty old man my entire attention was focused on Chrissie's seemingly perfect skin and swaying breasts. I watched enthralled as her breasts jiggled with the movement of her arms as she poured my drink. The jiggle snapped me back to reality and I looked up to gaze into the deep blue of her amused eyes. Chrissie gazed teasingly back at me and her lips spread in a broad grin. Slowly she straightened up and turned to place the pitcher back on the coffee table. As she turned the afghan fell from her shoulders and she had to bend over to pick it up. She slowly bowed to grab the blanket from the floor and I was only a few inches removed from Chrissies shapely ass. It might have been my inebriated state but I could have sworn that she held the pose an awfully long time, and maybe even swayed theatrically before me. Of course it might have been me that swayed though, after all I was a bit tipsy and a lot tired. Chrissie slowly picked the afghan from the floor and slowly wrapped it around her body. "How about you taking me out on the town? I need some excitement tonight, maybe a little dancing or something." She said as she pulled the afghan tight around her body and turned back toward me. "Please, please, please, please, I promise I'll be good." She begged with a little girls pout. "Sorry baby." I stated slowly. "I'm just too fucking tired for that right now. Anything that is going to happen will have to happen here or not at all." I yawned widely and leaned back in the chair. "Some boyfriend you are. But I guess I'll have to live with it." Chrissie declared teasingly. "Didn't know that I was your boyfriend." I said stifling another yawn. "One of many." She said coyly. "That is if you want to be one." She chuckled as she turned toward the couch. "Sure, might be fun. You can be my best girl and I'll be your boyfriend. What do you have in mind?" I said quietly but not without interest. She stopped and seemed deep in thought for a moment and then responded, "How about a little dancing?" "Sure." I replied groggily. "But only here, I'm not going anywhere right now." I added quickly. Chrissie turned and walked to the stereo. She turned on the FM and a soft rock station came on. There was a soft ballad playing and she began to sway with the music. I watched as she let the afghan slide slowly from her shoulders and then tossed it casually onto the couch. Then she turned toward me and opened her arms wide in invitation. I pushed myself out of the chair and staggered into Chrissies open arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled her lithe body tight against mine and leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt her breath on the short hairs of my neck and sensed my skin prickle with goose flesh. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even tighter against me. Our thighs rubbed against each other as we slowly moved to the warm rhythms of the romantic tune playing on the radio. I felt my pulse rise and could have sworn that I heard Chrissie sigh softly as my hands caressed the soft flesh of her firm back. My still rock hard shaft rubbed against her crotch as we swayed to the music. I know she had to feel it press against the silken fabric of her gown and rub against the hot skin of her stomach just above her mons veneris. My hands slowly coursed over Chrissies soft flesh, slowly and sensually massaging the firm flesh of her back. My hands sliding down the velvet skin until I held the soft flesh of her firm buttocks in my calloused grasp. I slightly bent my knees to bring my rigid member into contact with the searing warmth of her cunt and slowly pulled her body closer to mine. I felt the warmth of her breath on my neck continue and its cadence seemed to increase with our bodies contact, And I knew that her body seemed to rub against mine more insistently with the added contact. I gently caressed the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her crotch tight against mine. Chrissie gently moaned, "Ummmmm." And gently kissed the sensitive skin of my neck. Chrissie's moan should have spurred me on to greater heights of sensual massage, but what it actually did was make me aware of whom I was holding and caused me to pull my hands away from the tactile delights of Chrissies lovely ass. Chrissie kissed me lightly on the neck; I felt her tongue burn the skin of my neck and then the sharp pain as she lightly bit me. She slowly ground her crotch against mine, pushing her hot cunt tight against my ragingly hard cock. She pulled her hand from my neck and ran it down my right arm until it rested on my right hand. She slowly pushed my unresisting hand back down until it rested on the cheek of her butt. "Go ahead Johnny boy. I think it'll be all right this one time. After all I am your best girl friend, right?" "Mmmm yeah, my very best." I growled as I gently cupped her firm ass once more in my eager hand. I pulled her crotch closer against mine as we danced. I could hear her breath coming in rapid gasps as I rubbed my dick against the warmth of her cunt. The heat of her arousal was easy to sense through the thin fabric of her clothing. I could even smell the scent of her sex as we danced. I kissed her cheek softly and she raised her lips to mine. Her lips touched mine and our mouths melted into one squirming mass. I thrust my tongue between her lips and pushed into her mouth. She tasted of margarita, sweet and pungent. Our tongues moved against each other and she pushed her tongue hard against mine and forced it into my mouth where I sucked on it avidly. Her hand went to the back of my head and pulled me even closer as she hungrily raped my mouth with her frenzied tongue. "Mmmmmph, ummmmm, ummmmm, ungh." She grunted into my mouth as we kissed violently. I pulled Chrissie as tight against me as I could manage. Our kiss was violent with repressed passion as we ground our bodies together. My rock hard cock rubbed against her warm moist cunt. The sensation of our contact caused my cock to throb with increasing insistency until I couldn't hold back anymore and I exploded into my underwear. Chrissie pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in the crux of my neck. "Unnnngh, unnnngh, uuuuunph!" she grunted softly into my skin as I felt the muscles of her ass flex and her body quiver against me. She quaked for a minute or more as she convulsed in a massive orgasm before she went limp in my arms. I held her for a minute her lips wet against my skin and then she pulled back and said, "Whew! No more slow dancing. It's too dangerous." "Yeah sure. Whatever you say baby." I breathlessly but reluctantly agreed. Then I said as I stepped away from our warm embrace, "I need to clean up. I feel all sticky from the run." I lied and walked quickly bedroom and its adjoining bathroom where I frantically stripped off my clothes and wiped the semen from my legs. "I hope Chrissie didn't realize what happened." I thought to myself and then promptly laughed. I hadn't cum in my pants like that since I was in high school. "I need to get laid more often." I thought to myself as I began to remove my cum filled pants. I pulled my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. Then I walked into the adjoining bathroom and ran a nice warm shower. I stepped into the shower and carefully washed my legs and genitals free of semen. Then I washed my hair and rinsed my body down well. I looked into the mirror as I toweled dry and realized that I needed a shave and broke out the electric shaver. It buzzed soothingly as I removed the two days stubble from my face. After splashing on some after-shave I walked back into my bedroom, pulled a pair of boxers out of my drawer and pulled them on. "I like jockeys better." I heard Chrissie's voice from behind me. I must have jumped a mile because Chrissie chuckle softly. I turned and saw her standing in the door holding two drinks. She extended the hand with my drink in it and said, "Here, this'll steady your nerves." I stepped toward her and took the proffered drink. I guess that unconsciously at the same time I must have tried to cover up the evidence of my rapidly hardening cock. "Don't worry." She said, "I've seen men naked more times than I can count." Chrissie slurred dismissively. I thought about that for a second, put the glass down on the nightstand, turned around and started to pull my boxers off, "You like jockeys do you? Well, I'll just change then." "Oh shit, I was just kidding!" She exclaimed as she started to turn away. "Getting shy on me, huh baby?" I said as I tossed the still warm boxers at her. She caught them in her free hand and turned to toss them at me just in time to see me lean over and get a pair of jockey shorts out of the drawer. I watched her face in the mirror as I bent over, slipped the jockeys on, and pulled the underwear mostly up. Her gaze seemed to be riveted to my muscular ass as I slowly straightened up. I knew that my semi rigid dick must have been clearly visible to her in the mirror. I watched her expression reflected in the mirror, her eyes were wide with desire and she nervously licked her lips. I brought the waistband to a point just below my genitals and held the pose for a few seconds. Chrissie lifted her drink to her lips and took a quick sip. Her hand seemed to shake a little as she lowered the glass to waist level once more and her face was flushed with more than the effects of the alcohol. With the waistband of the shorts touching the sack of my balls I turned slowly around. I kept my semi rigid cock extended over the top of my jockeys, an open invitation for sexual action. I was horny as hell right now and wanted to have sex with Chrissie in the worst way. I was hoping that Chrissie would reciprocate my desire. Chrissie's gaze didn't flinch one bit as my rapidly hardening meat came into full view. I stroked my penis lightly as I commenced tucking it away. I watched as Chrissie inhaled deeply, lifted her drink to her lips where she shakily took a sip, and then as she lowered the glass once more to breast level nervously lick her lips. I smirked inwardly as I watched Chrissies spellbound expression. My own breath was coming raggedly and a flush of desire swept over my body. I stood motionless for a minute or more and then I pulled the tidy-whities over my eight-inch semi rigid cock. I slowly tucked my obstinate dick inside my jockeys, snapped the elastic waistband against my stomach. I watched Chrissie intently as I slowly reached down and adjusted the cup of the shorts around my balls and patted the ever-increasing bulge in my underwear. Chrissie stood motionless, staring at the growing bulge in my shorts. She nervously licked her lips, and took a brief sip from her drink before finally ripping her gaze away from my now very rigid cock. Chrissie shook her head to clear her mind, spun briskly away and headed rapidly down the hall saying over her shoulder, "Come on out to the living room so that we can talk." "We can talk here." I chuckled. "No we can't." She stated emphatically. I grabbed my drink and sauntered casually into the living room. I stood there for a moment, raising my drink to my lips before I sat down in my usual chair across from her. Chrissie was sitting on the couch, her legs folded up on the cushion, her drink in her hand. "Why are you sitting all the way over there?" She asked as she reached out and patted the couch next to her. "Come over here with me so we can talk." "Ok sweetie." I replied and rose from my chair and walked across the room to the couch. I sat down on the couch and slid up close to her. Chrissie put her arm through mine and leaned in close to me placing her head on my shoulder. "Doesn't this feel good?" She slurred as she pulled herself closer to me. "Yeah, it feels real good." I agreed. And it did. With Chrissies arm through mine she was holding my arm tight against the firm yet soft flesh of her lovely breasts. I sipped at my drink, as my dick got progressively harder. Chrissie sipped her drink too and each movement of her body served to rub her soft mammary against my arm. I watched her face and she seemed to be staring fixedly at the bulge of my rising manhood in my jockeys. Chrissies breath came raggedly and I watched as her nipples strained against the sheer fabric of her nightgown. She lifted her chin and said warmly, "Thanks for the dance cowboy." Then she placed a warm kiss on my cheek. "No problem little lady." I drawled in response. Chrissie nestled her head against my shoulder and put her glass on the end table. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, the warmth of our bodies filling the void in the conversation. Our ragged breathing was the punctuation in our unspoken conversation. I idly ran my fingers over her soft thigh. The texture of her nightgown between her skin and mine felt like silk beneath my calloused fingertips. Chrissie idly ran her free hand over the hair on my forearm. The tender stroking of her finger tips a gentle tickle on my skin. Suddenly she lifted her cheek from my skin and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Then she released my arm, leaned to the side and reached between the arm of the couch and the end table. When her hand reappeared it held a bright red sack with a bow on it. "I got this for you. Merry Christmas." She said with a grin as she plopped it on my lap. I was speechless as I looked at my improbable gift. "Well open it." She said perfunctorily. I pulled the bag open and reached inside. I found a bottle and pulled it out. "I got you a little Irish Cream for your morning coffee. I hope you like it." Chrissie said with a smile. "Great!" I exclaimed, "Thanks a lot." "Sure, my pleasure." She said brightly. "You've been really good to me since I got out of the Army. I just want you to know how much I appreciate all you've done." She paused for a second and then tumbled on, "I know that I'm not the easiest person to live with and I want you to know that I appreciate how you've put up with me and all." "No problem." I said uncomfortably as I tried to figure out a way to explain that I hadn't gotten her anything. "Don't worry if you didn't get me anything." She rushed on. "Just having a roof over my head in gift enough." It was then that I remembered a box catching dust on the shelf of the closet in my office. It was a gift that I'd gotten for my ex-wife on the last run before she left me. I tried to get her a gift from every one of my trips, I guess to make up for my never being home. This trip I had picked up something for her in Seattle and brought it home only to find an empty house and a note. She had taken off with all the other Christmas gifts I had gotten her that year when she left. I guess she figured that she deserved them even if she was dumping me. Anyway, I had kept that one gift, a medium box in green wrapping paper, and tossed it on the shelf in the office. I didn't know what was in the box, some clothing I think, but I figured a gift was a gift, and Chrissie deserved it more than the dust bunnies in my closet. "Sure, I got you something." I said quickly. "I stashed it in my office so you wouldn't find it." I finished as I disengaged my arm from hers and rose reluctantly from the couch. I strode the few steps down the hall to my office. I opened the door, turned on the light, and walked to the closet. When I opened the door I was relieved to see that the green package was still on the shelf where I left it two years ago. I lifted the box from the shelf and blew off the dust before gently shaking it. There was no rattling sound so I figured that it must be a sweater or something. If it was clothing then I was lucky because Chrissie was just about the same size as my ex. I checked the box for labels and finding none I stepped to the desk, slapped on a blank address label, grabbed a pen and wrote, 'To Chrissie with love' And signed it 'John'. I walked out the door and returned to the living room. With a toothy grin on my face I handed the box to Chrissie and said, "I hope it fits and you like it." "Thanks!" She gushed as she reached for the box. "I'm sure I'll love it." She giggled as she tore at the wrapping paper with child like abandon. She finally got all of the paper off and lifted the top of the box, "Oh, I love it!" she squealed with glee. I tried to look into the box but Chrissie quickly closed the top up before I could see anything. She seemed to like the present and I would have liked to have an inkling of what I gave her. "Well try it on." I said helpfully hoping that she would pull it out so that I could see it. "Ok." She gushed and she promptly jumped up from the couch and ran down the hall to the main bathroom. I watched her retreating form with definite admiration until it was out of sight down the hallway. Then I turned my attention back to my drink and awaited her return. I didn't really know what was in the box that I had given her but she was taking forever with whatever was. I drank slowly from my glass and after a short while got really bored so I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. I kept the sound off on the television and watched the video while enjoying the music from the oldies station on the stereo. The soothing sound of the soft rock brought back memories of my misspent youth when things at least appeared simpler. There wasn't much on the tube tonight, so I aimlessly surfed the stations hoping that something would grab my interest. Nothing did so I ended up watching an infomercial about making a fortune doing nothing for a few minutes. "Close your eyes." Chrissie called from the bathroom. "Why?" I asked, somewhat perturbed. "Don't ask, just do it." She ordered. "OK, OK!" I responded and hit the power button for the TV before closing my eyes. "Well, I guess it wasn't a pair of Birkenstocks." I thought to myself. I settled back on the couch and waited. In a matter of seconds I heard scraping of something on the carpet and the soft swish of silk. The faint aroma of perfume followed this from close range. "Ok, open your eyes." Chrissie said from directly in front of me. On cue I opened my eyes and involuntarily gasped at the vision in front of me. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and gasped, "Damn!" Chrissie stood facing me, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. She was wearing seductive looking lingerie, all red with soft white fur for trim. My eyes started at about knee level and traveled up. Her legs were encased in red lace stockings with a small gap of skin between the top of her stockings and the crotch of what appeared to be a sheer red thong topped with a thin band of soft white fur. Above that was a long sleeved top and that was almost transparent. The collar and cuffs of the sleeves were trimmed with white fur. The top or gown was held together at the collar by two thin strings that Chrissie had tied into a bow. Two white balls dangled from strings and hung down enticingly between her breasts almost to her exposed navel. A Very Merry Christmas Tale A fur trimmed Santa hat sat on her honey colored locks, the white fur ball hanging down to her shoulder. She had a quizzical smile on her face and watched me intently as my gaze traveled over her body. On the way back down her body my eyes voraciously devoured every curve. Stopping to gaze appreciatively at her jutting breasts. Moving past them to her hands still grasped together at the waist. Then moving down all the way to the sexy red high heels on her feet. "Well what do you think?" She demanded. "Whoa! Sexy!" I managed to gasp finally. "I was hoping you'd feel that way." She said with obvious relief. "This lingerie is so sexy, and the perfume must have set you back a load too." She continued. "Yeah, you look pretty damn sexy in it too." I said breathlessly. "Give me a little twirl and let me see the merchandise." Chrissie smiled and slowly turned around. I could clearly see the outline of her buttocks through the sheer fabric of the jacket, and the outline of her pert breasts when she was in profile. When she faced me once more I said, "Why don't you move your hands and let me see the rest of the package?" I could see her flush slightly and she unclenched her hands. When she moved her hands to her sides the gown parted and I could see the flat expanse of her stomach and the furred top of the sheer red thong. My gaze traveled slowly up her torso and came to rest on the cleavage of Chrissie's pert breasts, which was partly obscured by the fur balls hanging like diminutive pom-poms from the silken cord holding the jacket in place. "You're drooling." Chrissie said flippantly. "Your right." I responded huskily. Chrissie picked up her now half filled glass and took a long drink before bending over to grab the pitcher for a refill. Each of her movements exposed portions of her lithe, young, body to my enraptured gaze. She walked to the stereo and turned up the volume. There was a hard driving song from a long gone era by Rod Stewart, If You Think I'm Sexy, I think is the title and Chrissie started to dance to the tune like some stripper on a runway. I drank steadily as she moved to the beat, spinning around so that the top spun out and exposing the bottoms of her breasts and the firm cheeks of her ass amongst other wonders. In mid spin Chrissie stumbled and almost spilled her drink and she stopped suddenly and attempted to steady herself before she fell down. "Whew, that makes your head spin." She said lightly as she raised the glass to her lips. "It made mine spin I know that." I husked as I took a long sip from my own drink. Chrissie chuckled softly and asked, "Would you like to see the package unwrapped?" "Oh yeah!" I responded lustily. She raised her hands to the white-fur balls and gazing at me like a cat watching a canary slowly pulled on the balls. The bow in the silk string shrank to nothingness and the top of the jacket fell apart. The collar of the jacket parted slightly and allowed my ravenous eyes to feast on the deep valley beneath her surprisingly large breasts. I sat mesmerized as Chrissie stepped back two small steps and turned her back to me. She turned her head so that she could watch me over her shoulder and slowly slid the jacket off of her shoulders and half way down her upper arms. The creamy flesh of her shoulders and back seemed to beckon to me and she theatrically rotated her shoulder like a seductive siren in an old film. A smile spread across Chrissie's face as she watched the lust grow in my enthralled gaze. I slow ballad came on the radio and Chrissie slowly swayed to the tune. She lowered her hands to breast level and from the movement of her arms she seemed to be caressing her tits. I dearly wished that it was my hands on her breasts and my cock almost forced its way through the thin fabric of my shorts. Chrissie closed her eyes and ran her tongue seductively over her soft lips. As she did this she began to swing her hips in an exaggerated manner to the tune of the song. I sat there mesmerized, my breathing ragged, and my skin flushed with desire. I raised my glass to my lips and took a brief sip from the now tepid liquid. She turned her face away from me and slowly lowered her arms to her side. Encourage by the force of gravity, the jacket slid slowly down her arms, over her hands, finally landing in a pool of red at her feet. I gazed enraptured at the flawless line of her back and the heart shaped contour of her sweet ass. Chrissie stood swaying as she ran her hands over her stomach and breasts. I could only see her rear view directly, but I quickly realized that I could see the faint outline of her reflection in the TV set and she looked delectable. I watched her reflection in the TV like she had watched mine in the bedroom mirror. I'm sure that she was fully aware of the show she was putting on and indeed its effect on me because I noticed that she was watching my reflection in the TV too. She stroked her hands over her skin until they rested on her firm breasts. As I watched her reflection, she closed her eyes and turned slowly to face me. She opened her eyes and began to massage her breasts with her fingers. Through the gaps between her digits I could make out creamy skin and very erect nipples. I watched mesmerized as she slowly slid her hands off of her firm breasts and onto the taut skin of her stomach. Her fingers danced enticingly across the alabaster skin of her midsection and onto the red silk fabric of the g-string thong. Her hands slid down the small triangle of cloth until they reached the crux of her thighs. She teasingly stroked her fingers over the thong, moving across the fabric just barely covering the pouting lips of her pussy. The fabric covering her cunt was stained a darker color by the flowing juices of her passion. She slowly ran her fingers across this darker area, pushing the thin fabric tight against her crotch, exposing the pink pouting lips of her labia to my enraptured gaze. "Mmmmngh." I gasped involuntarily at the view. "Mmmm, you like?" Chrissie inquired in a deep throaty voice. "Oh yeah." I was barely able to grunt between rasping breaths. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and slowly drew them up the fabric of the thong. When she reached the fur lined top she slowly thrust both hands deep beneath the fabric of the g-string. I watched as her fingers wriggled beneath the sheer cloth and came to rest on the warm moist lips of her pussy. She massaged her slit for a second or two before she slowly pulled her hands out from beneath the small red triangle that covered her delightful cunt. She hooked her thumbs under the strings of the thong and ran her hands to her hips. Then pulling the strings away from her body she pushed the thong down, slowly exposing more of her delights until she finally released it and let the thong drop to the floor. I ran my tongue nervously over my fevered lips as I gazed at Chrissies sweet slit. It was partly shaved but had a tuft of hair concealing the pink lips of her cunt. The remaining hair was neatly trimmed and was short enough that I could readily make out the emerging head of Chrissie's engorged clitoris. As I watched, she ran her hands over her stomach and they came to rest on her cunt. She placed one hand on either side of her gash and pulled the labia lips apart, exposing the full extent of her pink slit to my enraptured gaze. My breath was coming in ragged gasps and I felt like I was going to cum in my shorts again. I reached down and ran one hand across my rock hard cock as she slid one of her fingers deep into her cunt. "Ummmmm, I think it's time to get down to business." She moaned as she stirred her honey pot with her index finger. "Yeah baby. I think it is." I gasped as I watched her intently. Chrissie pulled her finger from her cunt and took three sensual steps to the couch. She kicked off the high heels and sat down on the arm of the couch. Leaving one foot on the floor, she put her other foot on the cushion of the couch straddling me thus spreading her legs and exposing her cunt to my fevered gaze. She ran her finger across the lips of her pussy, once again burying her index finger deep in the sweltering recesses of her moist gash. She stroked in and out a couple of times before removing her finger and extending it in my direction. I leaned forward and took the proffered digit between my lips and licked ravenously at the succulent juices covering it. Chrissie stroked it in and out of my mouth like it was a small penis before withdrawing it. Chrissie stood up and walked to the other end of the couch. She bent to fluff a pillow and then lay down on the couch. She left one foot on the floor and draped her other foot across the back of the couch. I looked deep into the dripping maw of her pink pussy and my mouth began to water. Chrissie crooked her finger at me and gestured toward her pussy. I put my drink down, pivoted my body toward her, and leaned over toward her. I had to scoot across the couch to reach her and began to kiss her on her firm, still stocking covered thigh. "Ummmmm." She moaned as I ran my tongue over the searing skin of her succulent thigh. I could feel the goose flesh grow as I ran my tongue down her sweet legs in the direction of her sweltering snatch. As I reached the nexus of her thighs I could easily smell the hot scent of her aroused juices. I flicked my tongue lightly over the swollen lips of her labia before journeying up the succulent flesh of her other thigh. Chrissie shivered beneath the touch of my tongue and a soft sigh escaped her half open lips. "Mmmm." She moaned as her body shuddered lightly beneath my strokes and her ass rose slightly from the cushions of the couch. "Time for you to get to work big boy." She purred throatily as she placed her hand on the back of my head and drew my face unresistingly back toward the gaping maw of her dripping cunt. Chrissie pushed my face tight against the succulent flesh of her steaming slash. I thrust my tongue deep into her ragged slit and began to lick hungrily at the wet flow from her cunt. "Ummmmm, yeah!" she gasped. "Tongue me good, bitch." She continued in a voice ensconced in passion and desire. She forced my lips tighter against her enflamed skin. My chin dripped with the honey of her love, my nose was filled with the scent of her magic mound as my tongue coursed over her fevered flesh. I pulled her clit between my lips and began to suck on it. I stroked it with my tongue as I sucked on it like it was an outsized nipple. "Unnnngh, mmmmmph!" Chrissie groaned as she lifted her hips from the couch. I felt her juices flow once more from her sweltering snatch and I pressed my lips ever more tightly against her sizzling flesh. "Mmmmngh, uuuuungh!" She gasped as she once more lifted her ass off the couch and simultaneously pushed down on the back of my head, forcing my lips even tighter against her heated flesh. I continued to suck and tongue her engorged clit as she quivered dynamically beneath my touch. "Mmmmmph, uuungh!" she gasped again as her cunt throbbed against my lips. Unnnngh, ungh, unnnngh." She managed to gasp as her hand slipped from the back of my head. I continued to tongue at the wet juices of her flaccid cunt for a few more minutes before pulling my face away from her dripping slash. I looked up her voluptuous shuddering body and saw that her mouth hung half open and her eyes were closed. I chuckled and pushed myself to a sitting position on the couch. I sat for a moment admiring the view of Chrissie reclining on the couch, dressed only in the red lace stockings and a Santa Claus hat. Her head lay against the arm of the couch, her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. I watched her chest rise and fall with the heavy breathing of one who has exerted a great amount of energy. The skin of her full breasts was flushed and her nipples stood out erect. I put my hand to her breast and gently stroked her satin skin. She stirred slightly as I stroked her fevered flesh and a faint sigh came from her slightly parted lips. I ran my fingers tentatively over the stiff tissues of her large erect nipple and she moaned lightly. "Mmmm, ooommmph." She groaned as I gently rotated the nipple between my thumb and finger and I felt her gently quiver beneath my touch. Without opening her eyes, Chrissie pushed herself into a sitting position and placed her hand gently on my thigh. I shivered at her touch as her fingers gently kneaded my muscles as she worked her way up my leg to my crotch. She touched my jockeys and her fingers went directly to the rock hard bulge that was my cock. "Ummmmm." She moaned as she slowly stroked my rigid member through the fabric of my under wear. She stroked my cock ever more insistently and I was afraid that I was going to cum right then and there, but suddenly she stopped and said, "Lay back and lift your ass." Never one to question the orders of a woman with her hand on my cock I immediately leaned back on the couch, and raised my ass. Chrissie took her hand from my oaken member, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my jockeys and deftly pulled them down. My rock hard cock sprang to full erection as soon as the pressure of the fabric was removed from it. Chrissie opened her eyes fully and said softly, "Mmmm, looks like it's ready for me already." And she grasped its steely girth in her soft hand and gently stroked it once more. "Ummmmm, damn! That feels good." I moaned mindlessly. Chrissie took off the Santa hat and tossed it to the floor then she swiveled her body on the couch and laid her head on my lap. She put her mouth to my throbbing organ and kissed it lightly. The touch of her soft lips to my fevered flesh sent a shock wave through my body. I must have jerked because Chrissie gave out a light chuckle and then extended her tongue and tenderly licked my burning brand of love. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as she ran her tongue over the fevered steel of my massive erection. "You don't mind if I have a little fun do you?" She inquired in mock innocence as she kissed the burning flesh of my manhood. I shivered at her touch and gasped, "No not at all. Feel free." She chuckled at our exchange before she ran her silken tongue up the length of my iron hard shaft and took its purple head between her hot lips. My entire body quaked as she slowly consumed the inflexible flesh and began to slowly stroke my considerable cock with her sweltering mouth. "Ummmmm baby, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up." I muttered softly. She momentarily pulled her lips from their task of stroking my iron hard dong and replied, "I hope so." She ran her tongue down and then up the full length of my steely shaft and continued in a throaty stage whisper, "I was looking forward to a little snack before sex." She ran her tongue over the sizzling head of my dick and then slowly began to stroke it once more with her red-hot mouth. Chrissie moaned as she expertly stroked my engorged manhood. It was evident even to my lust clouded brain that she was taking great pleasure in her pleasant ministrations. I was ready to cum in a few strokes but at the last minute Chrissie slowed her motion, pulled her mouth from my cock, and gently ran her lips down the length of my shaft. "I want to drink your cum, but, I don't want you to come too soon baby." She whispered seductively. I felt the vibration of her words against my fevered flesh as she spoke, "Mmmm, you tastes so good. I love the taste of man meat at midnight." She chuckled before placing her lips around my shaft and slowly stroking it once more. As she languidly stroked my tortured flesh with her soft hot lips, my hand found its way to the silken flesh of her firm thighs. I idly ran my hand over her satin skin, the stroking of my fingers raising goose flesh on her legs. I ran my fingers tickling down her stomach and onto the freshly shaved fringe of her pussy. I gently stroked the moist skin of her labia and felt Chrissie quiver lightly beneath my touch. Without pausing in her sucking, Chrissie rolled slightly and opened her thighs, allowing my fingers full access to her sweltering snatch. I pushed my digits into her soggy slit, first one, then another, and I began to stroke them in and out of her dripping cunt. As I stroked in and out I placed my thumb against the swollen nub of her clit and rotated it. The stimulation of the tender flesh of her clitoris made Chrissie moan around the girth of my iron rod as she sucked on it. "Mmmmmph, Mmmm." She moaned as she massaged my cock ever more insistently with her voracious mouth. Her rising passion made her surrender any intention of extending the length of our session. She continued to increase the pace of her strokes on my shaft. In her haste she made erotic little slurping sounds with each stroke, and as my own efforts on her pussy brought her ever closer to completion she moaned softly with undisguised passion. The combined sounds of her moans and the slurping sound of her mouth on my cock as she sucked me desperately brought me ever closer to orgasm. I felt my loins tighten and then the swelling of my cock as my hot white seed coursed up my dick and exploded into her waiting mouth. The muscles of my thighs quaked with effort as my thick cum shot into her lovely mouth. Almost simultaneously I felt the muscles around her cunt tighten around my fingers and Chrissie's juices flowed over my fingers. "Unnnngh, unnnngh!" she moaned gutturally as she consumed the seed of my loins. Her grunts were muffled by the mass of my rock hard meat as she continued to suck avidly on my erupting erection. "Mmmmmph, unnnngh!" I grunted as I lifted my ass off the couch with the force of my explosion. I shot rope after rope of cum deep into Chrissie's greedy mouth, I didn't think that she would be able to consume all of it but to my surprise she drank every drop, sucking on my cock like an outsized straw until my loins were empty and my crank shriveled to nothing. She finally released my now shriveled cock from her mouth and lay still as sleep with her head resting on my lap. I don't know how long we stayed there. Her mouth just inches from my now useless dick, and my fingers locked in the grasp of her thighs. I recall our breathing slowly returning to normal as our passions cooled. I know that my eyes closed and I must have drifted off for a second or two, only to be roused by the movement of Chrissie trying to sit up. "I gotta piss like a race horse." She exclaimed. "Ok." I responded groggily. "Well let go of me so I can get up." She demanded not unkindly. I didn't know what she was talking about for an instant but then I realized that I was still holding her pussy like a bowling ball with my thumb pressed against her clit and my fingers inserted to the hilt inside of her steaming cunt. "Oh sorry." I apologized as I disengaged my hand from her crotch. "No problem." She said as she quickly sat up and rose to her feet. "After I get finished in the bathroom, you can finish up where you left off." She said as she disappeared down the hall. I listened as the bathroom door closed and the seat was lowered. I searched for my drink and realized that the glass was empty. I picked up the pitcher and found it almost dry too. "Damn." I muttered and rose unsteadily from the couch to fix myself another drink. I walked to the kitchen and found to my dismay that although we still had a half a fifth of tequila, the only mix we had was a six-pack of Mountain Dew. "Oh well." I muttered to myself, "I guess it'll just have to do. Pulling two clean glasses from the cupboard I tossed a jigger of booze in each glass and topped them off with the soda. I tasted it and it wasn't too bad, "A lazy man's margarita." I said to myself. A Very Merry Christmas I couldn't take any more and I exploded into her womb. My third hard climax for the evening. I grunted as I shot my load into her, pulling her down hard on my cock. My seed so copious it ran out of her, down her legs dripping on the bed. As I lay trying to catch my breath I watcher her trying to catch her own. Her breasts heaving, her cheeks a bright red, her eyes closed as she fought to regain control of herself. She rolled off of me and turned on her side kissing me softly. "You know that was one of the best times I have had with you, there was just something about knowing you had been with another woman, and then all the details was more than I expected. I cannot remember ever being so turned on by just the image of you having sex with someone." "You mean you have thought about me having sex with other women before?" "Well yes, haven't you thought about me with someone besides you?" "Yea, but not with another man." "With who then, a woman?" Looking like the fox that just got caught with the chicken I smiles and said yes. Kim just looked at me, shook her head as if saying, "You poor bewildered man." She kissed me again, turned on her side and snuggled back into me. "I love you Robert" As I closed my eyes, my arms around the woman I adore I told her I loved her too. The next morning I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon frying. I was a little groggy from the previous night but not so much that I could not wait until I had a cup of the coffee. I wrapped a robe around me and headed to the kitchen only to find Emily and Kim sitting having one of those "hello how are you did you enjoy my husband type of talks." I felt a little like a prized cow as a got me a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. "So Emily how are you this morning?" I asked. Emily just turned and smiled, took a sip of her coffee and said" Not as bad as when I first woke up. I didn't know where I was or what I had done and I had a headache like you would not believe. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed and ran into your wife as I was going to the bathroom to wash up. She greeted me with something that tasted like tomato juice and not long after that I was having coffee and feeling a lot better." I sipped my coffee, looking at Kim as Emily continued. "So we have been sitting her chatting about girl things since waiting for you to get up so we could have some breakfast." With that I went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. Bacon eggs fresh biscuits and gravy. I was soon enjoying the fruits of my labors when Kim suggested that Emily just go ahead and stay with us until after the holiday. "You know that the kids will not be coming down until the 26th so why doesn't Emily just stay until then?" Kim looked at Emily, "You don't have anything that you really need to do you?" Emily just shook her head and look at me. "Hell I don't care, what ever you ladies decide. Right now I am going to go up and get a shower." I had no sooner stepped into the shower than the door opened and Kim yelled goodbye, she had to go and do some shopping. I told her to go ahead that I would only be a few more minutes here. I heard the door shut and went back to enjoying my shower. I must have really been into it because I did not hear the door open again and when the shower door opened I almost wet myself. I looked and there stood Emily, wearing just a smile as she stepped into the shower to join me. I backed up against the wall as she stood under the water, letting it soak her. She started to lather and scrub her face, then her arms and neck. Moving to her legs she bent over and just the sight of her well-formed ass was enough to make me lose all the control I had been mustering. Not knowing if she had talked to Kim about the previous night I was not sure of what to do so I decided that I would be the gentleman and just behave. I guess that was the wrong road to take. As I looked at her ass swaying back and forth as she washed her legs I just could not resist so I stepped behind her, my hard cock pushing into the crack of that wonderful tight ass. Before she could say anything I pushed my hard rod into her anus. The pressures of the head entering such a tight spot made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I am almost sure that she had been taken in the backdoor before because instead of getting tighter and tensing up she pushed back, urging me to go ahead and finish with my penetration. I help on to her hips and pushed all the way in. I could hear her moaning as I slid my hard cock all the way inside her tight little ass. I started to slowly stroke in and out of her. As she caught up to my rhythm she began to match her rocking motions to that of my thrusts. Her moaning became louder and more pronounced. "Oh yes that feel so good Robert. Fuck that ass, I have missed getting a good ass fucking for so long" Her words encouraging me I started to pick up my speed and thrust faster and harder. "Oh yes. That's what I like, harder. Push that cock all the way in, bury it deep inside of me. Faster man, yes faster and harder" That was all I needed and I started to slam into her pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it all the way in, Faster and faster I pumped into her, she started to cry out in pleasure begging me to fuck her harder and deeper. I reached around her and found her clit. I rubbed her clit back and forth as I drilled into her. I could feel her getting close so I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger. It was enough to send her over the edge. Holding on to her was like riding a wild Brahma bull. She was all over that shower. Her climax was really hard and by the time it was over we were both in t he floor of the shower. As I slowly slid my shrinking member from inside her she reached around and kissed me. I stepped from the shower and dried off wondering what had just happened. Changing into a sweatsuit and tennis shoes I was planning on just relaxing this day before Christmas. I flipped on the televisionand was going through the stations when Emily came into the room wearing one of Kim's sleeping tees. "I hope that you do not mind that I am wearing this, it is all that I could find." "You know Emily I am starting to think that we are going to have a problem here." "What are you talking about Robert?" Well I have no problem with having sex with you, but I am still your boss and I am not sure how our new relationship is going to affect our old." "I understand where you are coming form and I am sure that it will not be a problem. If I had not had as much to drink as I did last night you might have never known how I feel about you. Since you hired me to work with you I have fantasized about you, about making love to you and last night was my do or die time. I saw you go into your office and I followed you. I also saw that your mind was on something or someone else and when you were least expecting it I slipped in and, well the rest you know about." "Yes I do but what about just now? What was that all about?" "You know that Kim could have walked in on us at anytime and speaking of Kim, did you say anything to her about last night? "No I didn't have to. She told me that you told her all about it and that as far as she was concerned it was a one-time thing and that it was all right. She even wants us to become friends. And as for this morning, I just wanted you again. I have missed having a man in my life and I wanted to feel you inside of me again." She said this as she squirmed around trying to find a spot that was not to sore. I smiled and looked at her. " Well let's just agree that this will not happen again. I have a wonderful marriage as well as an understanding wife. I have no desire to lose either." "OK it is agreed. Nothing else behind your wife's back." About that time Kim came into the room, arms filled with wrapped gifts. Dumping them on the couch she walked over and kissed me. I returned the kiss, grabbing her butt at the same time. She started telling me all about the things that she had bought for the kids. I just kind of feel asleep in my chair as she went on and on. We went through the rest of the day just watching television and chatting about what ever came to mind. After dinner we watched some Christmas specials and retired early. Again I woke up to the smell of coffee and I went downstairs. Pulling on my robe as I went I was surprised to see no one in the kitchen as I poured my coffee. I started to walk around the house trying to find out where everyone was. I did not see anyone so I headed back to the bedroom to get dressed. As I walked in there was a large box in the middle of the floor. I swear this sucker was at least 4 feet high and over 5 feet long. I stood there looking at it when I saw the note attached to it. "Merry Christmas Robert. Pull the cord for your Christmas present" I pulled the cord that was attached and was greeted with the sound of compressed air being released. Within a few minutes the box exploded and in it's place there was a rubber raft. If that was not enough to shock me in the middle of the raft was Emily and Kim, nude and in a 69 position. They were going at it hot and heavy. Kim groaning and moaning as she licked and sucked Emily. Emily following suit as she speared her tongue deep into Kim, licking her deep and hard. Emily was doing her best to keep her mouth in contact with Kim's box as Kim bucked and twisted as she climaxed. Kim on the other had had a tight hold on Emily's ass pulling her tight against her mouth as she brought Emily to a shuddering climax. After they had cleaned each other they look up at me and smiled. "Merry Christmas," they both said in unison. Jumping up they tackled me pushing me back on the bed. I just smiled at the sight of these two beautiful women, covered in sweat lying on either side of me. This was one Christmas present that I never dreamed of getting. My wife with another woman, laughing and playing like it was something she had done her entire life. I felt a warm mouth encompassing my cock and I looked down to see Kim looking back up at me. A smile on her face as she slipped my cock from her mouth and licked it up and down. Her tongue playing along the underside teasing me. She ran her tongue round the head of my cock before sliding it back into her mouth. While Kim was ministering to my cock with her warm wet mouth Emily was providing me with a warm wet place to bury my tongue. She had slipped up over my head and lowered her dripping pussy over my mouth as she aligned herself with Kim's box and started to tongue her. For what seemed to be an eternity we sucked and licked each other to climax. We would switch places so that some times I was going down on Kim and later back with Emily. Soon both ladies just lay back exhausted from their many climaxes, while I having the good fortune to be male was just starting to get my second wind. I found myself between Kim's legs, my hardness buried inside of her. Her legs over my shoulders I started stroking in and out of her slowly at first but picking up my rhythm as she began to hump back against me. Soon I head that familiar moan of her climax building. "Oh god Robert…ohhhh I cannot believe that I am going to do it again." I started to thrust in and out of her faster and faster, feeling her muscles tighten around me. "Oh Robert yesss, that' sit keep it up oh god faster. Fuck me harder" As I brought her to climax I looked over and there was Emily fingering herself as fast as she could getting close to her climax. I swung around, pinning her arms above her head I thrust myself into her. The wetness of my wife mixing with her own fluids provided me with a wonderfully slick entry. I knew that she was close so I just slammed into her over and over hearing her cry out as she quickly climaxed. I felt my own climax nearing so I buried myself deep inside of her and let my cream fill her. Shot after shot of hot wet sticky cum shooting deep inside of her as she screamed and thrashed about during her climax. Finally, we all just lay there. Tired yet happy and it only then that Kim looked at me and told me her Christmas secret. It seems that Emily was an old school friend of Kim's. She had gotten hold of Kim before she moved here so that Kim could help her find a job. Kim knew I was looking for a new secretary so she had her apply at the company. They had been meeting for lunch on a regular basis and it was during one of these lunches that Kim had told her of my fantasy. What I did not know was that Emily and Kim had been more than just friends in high school, in fact they had been more than just friends since Emily had moved here. It seemed that I had been set up and all that 'girl talk' the first morning was just two friends chatting. Well since that time we have all become good friends. Kim had set Emily up with one of the guys I work with and if he works out we may graduate from threesomes to foursomes. But as for me I had the best Christmas I have ever remember having and with these two ladies it is a gift that just keeps on giving. Post script: No I have no idea where the raft came from or where it went. For some really unknown reason that is what came out as I was writing so I decided to leave it.