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All I Want For Christmas

By: clintmeister



I sat on the couch and raised of glass of wine to silently toast the holidays. It had been one hell of year. My wife left almost a year ago to "find herself." My son had gone off to college and decided to spend Christmas with his new girlfriend's family. For the first time I was spending Christmas alone.

Christmas time should be spent with those you care for the most, or at least with someone you can have a meaningless physical relationship with. But, there I was, on Christmas Eve, half toasted on Cabernet, sitting in front of a roaring fire and staring blankly at a twinkling Christmas tree.

Over the past few months I had been able to occupy my mind with work, but I found myself with plenty of time during the holidays. Too many days off work: weather too cold and snowy to allow me the joy of the numerous outside activities I enjoy. Depression started to set in and to make it worse, I found myself drinking a liquid depressant. "Very intelligent," I thought sarcastically to myself.

About ten that night I had decided to say to hell with it and get some sleep when I heard a light tapping on my door. When I opened the door I a woman was standing there, soaking wet and cold. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you but I locked my keys in the car when I got out to see a deer that had crossed the road. I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry," I said. "Let me take a look at it and see if we can get it open."

She thanked me and I grabbed my coat and hat and went across the road. Sure enough, there were her keys dangling in the ignition. I tried everything I could think of, even attempting to use a coat hanger to get into the car, but the electric door locks kept me from making any progress. I finally gave up and went inside to call a locksmith. 

Understand, I live in a small rural town and there aren't many places to choose from. I called both locksmiths and they informed me that they were shut down for the holiday. 

"Looks like the only thing we can do is to call a friend or let me drive you home," I said.

"I live over 200 miles away and I'm rather new to the area," she said. "Maybe, if you don't mind, I could sleep here tonight and see what we can do in the morning."

I've always been leery about strangers in my house, but for some reason I felt comfortable with her. "I guess that will be alright. I have a spare bedroom where my son stays when he is home. You can stay in there if you like."

"Great. Only, I was wondering, do you have something I can wear to sleep in. These are soaked from standing out in the snow," she said.

The only thing I could think of was one of my old shirts and a pair of sweats. I brought them out and she told me they would do fine. She introduced herself as Traci and then headed for the bathroom to change.

When she cam out I was amazed. She was about 5 foot nine inches tall with beautiful scarlet hair. Her lips were full and red without lipstick and her eyes were a deep green. She had decided not to wear the sweat pants because they were too big, but my shirt hung nearly to her knees. 

It was hard not to notice her large, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing freely underneath the clinging fabric, not to mention her nipples forming pert little peaks. Her legs were long, lean and well toned. At once, I felt a stirring in my pants. 

I cleared my throat and tried not to stand there with my mouth agape. "Uhhh … would like something to drink, or eat?" I asked.

"I would enjoy sharing some of that wine with you," Traci said.

I poured her a glass of wine and we sat down on the couch. She was at one end and I was at the other. We chit chatted for a while and I learned that she was a computer programmer who had just relocated to work for a new company. She had been in my area on business when she spotted a deer.

"I know this sound silly, but I first I thought 'It's Christmas Eve, could that be one of Saint Nick's reindeer,'" then she laughed. "I got out to look at the deer, who had already run off, when I noticed I didn't have my keys. I'm so glad you were home."


As she spoke, I noticed the shirt slowly sliding up those smooth thighs. I tried to look away but I couldn't. My cock was now starting to become uncomfortable in my jeans. 

"Are you married?" she asked.

"No, divorced," I said.

"No signiicant other?" she queried.

"Not at present. It's just me," I said.

"All alone at Christmas. It sucks doesn't it," she said flatly. "It's the same with me. I have never been married, but I finished school two years ago and still stayed close to home, but when I received this job offer, I couldn't refuse it and since I just started it, I really don't have the money saved up to make a trip home. So, here I am, all alone at Christmas."

This course of conversation led me to believe she couldn't be more than two or three years older than my son, making her about 25 years old.

"I hate being along at Christmas," she said. "This is the time of year to cuddle close to a fire and enjoy some real quality time." In fact, to tell you a little secret, this is the time of year that I like to make love."

I almost choked on my wine. I had been staring at her beautiful legs and watching the outline of her spectacular breasts, thinking about how sweet she looked and then she dropped the bomb on me while I was taking a sip.

"I'm sorry, are you okay," she said while leaning over to pat my back as I choked. 

"No, no, I'm fine. You caught me a bit off guard," I said. I looked in front of me and there she was, bent over, trying to help me. I could see down the opening of my shirt and saw the most beautiful breasts I have ever witnessed. They were perfectly shaped; alabaster in color, with pink tipped nipples, looking like rip strawberries, ready for picking. 

I raised my head and looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Like what you see?"

What could I say? My mouth was hanging open like some type of moron and my dick was screaming for freedom. She reached closer and kissed me gently on the lips. Her hot breath warmed my face and a chill went up my spine. Then, she slowly reached out and ran her hand up my thigh and found my throbbing member and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

My head was spinning. Could this actually be happening to me? 

Then Traci stood up and slowly started unbuttoning the shirt. First, I could see the velvety smooth skin that lied in the valley of her magnificent breast. Then she unbuttoned more, her taught little stomach came into view then her sweet little navel. Then the top of her bright red pubic hair came into sight. 

When she finished unbuttoning, she stood there, not a foot in front of me with my shirt hanging open. I reached out and slid my hands under the shirt and around her waist. As the shirt opened more I could see her red little nipples were hard and around them were goose bumps. I looked down and could the puffy lips of her tight little pussy. 

Her stomach was dancing in front of my eyes. I lifted my head and gently kissed her breast. Letting my tongue wander over to her hard little nipples brought a slight sigh of ecstasy from her lips.

Slowly my tongue covered her breasts and then began to crawl down her tight midsection. Each inch brought new territory to my taste and new sounds of pleasure for my ears.

Finally, I found the prize, first the sweet aroma of female excitement thrilled my senses. Her vaginal lips were swollen with excitement and her bud of pleasure throbbed under its hood. Sweet juices of pleasure poured from her. I slowly stuck my tongue out and gently parted her lips. That first taste, a taste of pure pleasure, sweeter than honey and warm on my tongue. Traci grabbed my head and pulled closer to her womanhood. I circled my tongue around and pushed farther into her. I heard her sigh out loud. 

I ran my tongue up her slit and found her clitoris. I gently touched the sensitive bud and felt her tremble from head to foot, grabbing my shoulders to keep from falling. The pleasure I was deriving from pleasing this beautiful young woman caused me to shiver with delight. 

Traci grabbed my head and lifted my soaking chin. She looked into my eyes and asked if we could retire to the bedroom. I stood up and gently lifted her naked body from the floor and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her down and worked my way back to her sweet womanly charms and again started pleasing her with my mouth. 

She told me to remove my clothes. Considering the position we were in I had to stop and stand up. I removed my shirt while she began tugging at the buttons on my jeans. She pulled my pants down and then started running her mouth over my throbbing member while still in my briefs. She looked up at me and then slowly started sliding my briefs down until just the head of my cock was showing. She looked up at me again and slowly started licking the head. I thought I would fall down from the excitement. 

Traci smiled and then pulled my shorts off, letting my dick stand free in the air. 

I laid down beside her and started to run my tongue over her. She changed positions so I could have full access to her and my manhood was in her face. I rolled over on top of her and we began a 69 in earnest. 

I loved the flavor of her. She, in turn, was taking the full length of me in her hot, hungry mouth. Her lovely breasts were pressed against my midsection. Traci reached around my thigh and started rubbing my ass. Then she started running her fingers down the crack of my butt. When she reached my sensitive anus I almost came. I fought back the desire to climax and focused on the incredible feeling she was providing. 

Taking the clue, I started playing with her well-rounded, firm ass. When my fingers found her rosebud, I felt her whole body tighten and then begin to shudder in climatic delight. I held on while her body convulsed with my cock buried to the hilt in her warm mouth. As her climax began to subside I gently licked all around her pubic area, careful not to apply direct contact with her over-sensitive clit.

Traci then started pulling on my ass, forcing my cock deep into her throat and I soon found myself fucking her mouth. Then she said something strange. "I want you to sit up," she said. 

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat up. She grabbed me positioned my ass right over her face and then started licking up and down my ass. I had never before experienced such an incredible feeling. Then she stuck her tongue into my asshole. My body convulsed involuntarily. When I felt her wet tongue try to fuck my asshole I had to lean forward and place my hands on her knees to keep from falling forward. She raised her head momentarily and said, "your ass tastes so good." 

The sensations flooding my mind are indescribable. I couldn't help myself, I had to reach down and take hold of my throbbing cock and start jacking off. This seemed to delight her and she started to moan. She kept up her oral attack on my asshole while I writhed in more pleasure than I had ever imagined. Then, just as I was about to shoot my load all over her naked body, she slid underneath me and just past my balls, she rolled over and grabbed my dick and shoved into her mouth. Just in the nick of time she pulled back and looked up at me with her tongue out and let me watch my cock shoot several blasts of its white cum between her full lips. 

I was wondering if I would ever stop cumming. I was holding on to the bedposts to keep from falling off the bed. 

She licked me clean, sending shocks up my spine and finally I had to lie down. Amazingly, my cock wasn't ready to stop and stood straight up, aching for more.

"Did you like that," she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I've never experienced anything quite as hot."

"Mmmmmm … I see you're still ready for more," she stated after looking down at my still throbbing dick. Then she reached over and started playing with my cock. When she knew I was ready to go again, she asked me if I would like her asshole too. I said yes and then she positioned herself on top of me and first offered me her sweet little pussy. 

I loved the taste of this girl, sweet and hot and very sexy. She eased herself forward and I spread her ample butt cheeks and started my own oral attack on her pick asshole. Traci was going crazy. She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her hard little clit while I was trying to bury my tongue as deeply into her ass as possible. 

Her ass was sopping from my oral stimulation and I decided to stick my finger into her ass. She just moaned loader and after a few minutes she said, "Damn it, I want you to fuck my ass."

Never in my life had I buggered a woman. I had wondered many times what it would feel like to have my cock buried in a tight little ass, but never had the courage to broach the subject with my wife. Now, here the opportunity faces me and with one of the sexiest women I had ever witnessed.

I changed positions with her, she rested her hands on the headboard. While on my knees behind her I pulled her ass cheeks apart and could the soaking wet rosebud, waiting for my assault. I spit on my hand and rubbed it around the head of my cock and then started gently rubbing it up and down the crack of her ass. She was moaning and then she said, "I can't this anymore. Shove your fucking cock into my ass."

I was trying to be gentle, but she apparently didn't want that. I placed the head of my cock against her tight bunghole and started to slowly press, but she started shoving back and before I knew it, my cockhead was buried. She stopped for a moment to allow me some time to enjoy this magnificent feeling and she pushed back harder. Soon my cock was buried deep into her bowels and I could feel her squeezing my cock with her tight sphincter muscle. Slowly I moved my cock in and out of her ass and she screamed at me, "Holy God man, fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard and fast."

I picked up the pace and found myself starting to lose my mind. The animal instincts in me surfaced and soon I had a hold of both her hips and was slamming my cock deep into her ass and grunting like an ape. She held onto the headboard with one hand and masturbated with the other while I ram fucked her tight asshole.

My balls were tightening, I knew I would cum soon. I had never known the thrill of fucking a tight ass, but now it was like a fever. I couldn't see straight, my body started to convulse and then I could feel the head of my cock tighten up. I started to say something to her but it was too late. The first blast out of my cock started filling her belly. At the same time she started having an earth-shattering climax. Her body shook all over, vibrating my overly sensitive cock even more. 

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards me. I needed to get my cock as deep into her bowels as possible and I needed the support. She kept shaking and I kept shooting, load after load of thick cum into her receptive ass.

Finally, we both started to come back down to earth and I slid my semi-flaccid cock out of her ass and lay down beside her. She rolled over, kissed me and said, "That was a great fuck. God, I feel so relaxed."

We talked for a few moments than dozed off in each other's arms. 

About four in the morning I woke up because I heard a sound. Traci wasn't in the bed. I got up and looked all over the house, not a sign. Finally I put in my sweat pants and opened the front door only to see her car was missing also. 

Puzzled, I looked around the house for any kind of clue. A note, a number, anything. I found nothing.

I walked to the refrigerator to get a drink and when I opened the door a note was stuck on the side of a half empty six pack of beer.

It said, 

"Merry Christmas, you have been a good boy this year and I hope you enjoyed my Christmas present. 

Signed Santa Claus

P.S. The beer was fine, but next time it would be better to leave me milk and cookies." 

As I walked back to bed, scratching my head, I heard a voice on the roof say, "Merry Christmas to all an to all a good night." 

"Don't that beat all," I thought to myself. "Santa brought me just what I wanted."

All I Want For Christmas



Ava stretched up to string lights around the top of her flimsy, charley-brown Christmas tree. A man would be helpful at this moment, but that's wasn't in the cards this Christmas. She sighed as she took a step back and to look her little tree up and down -- not bad for having done it alone. As she sunk down into the couch, she felt -- intensely -- her singleness. It's wasn't lack of attractiveness -- she knew she was beautiful. Standing 6'0 tall, built long and lean, and boasting big blue eyes, Ava was confident in her ability to pull in almost whoever she wanted. She'd been accused many times of being too picky and maybe that was it -- she knew what she liked. She had a type. She went for the shaggy, soft-spoken artist type -- photographers and writers. Every guy she had dated in the last few years fit that mold, every guy...except for one. Ava sighed, she remembered him all too well. 

They'd met several years back, working together at the same barn. He broke young horses for his living; she rode jumping horses for hers. The attraction was immediate and intense. He was tall -- 6'3 at least and lean but well muscled. Sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes -- much like hers. She grins now to think of him. They had flirted intensely for months while the sexual tension mounted to the point of being unbearable. Finally, he'd come over to her place one night, mildly sheepish and holding a can of Sparks. She grinned -- he was nervous. Him, of all people, so strong and stoic, nervous -- and all because of her. He knew what was in store for them that night every bit as well as she did. She remembered the look on his face as he first laid eyes on her small, pert breasts with their erect little nipples, shrouded slightly by the lengths of her blonde hair; her long, lean, tanned torso, and the valley between her hipbones that he knew led down to that promised land between her legs that he wanted so badly to sink himself into. That night, they had fucked three times and both of them had silently decided to stay there as long as they possibly could.

Now, 4 years later, they lived on different sides of the country, she had a job as a freelance writer, and she wasn't sure what he was doing - but his memory stuck with her and she knew hers stuck with him, as well. She sighed, he wasn't here this Christmas though, was he? 

For the next several days, Ava busied herself around the house -- cooked more elaborate dinners than usual in an attempt to quell her holiday-induced loneliness, baked breads and cakes for friends and family, decorated, and made progress on several stories for work. One night, as she sat in her dim living room listening to quiet music, reading, and watching the lights on her Christmas tree flicker, her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock, uncertain who could be ringing her at this time of night. Outside, the snow fell heavily in big, soft flakes.

She reached her door and stood on her toes to peer through the glass window at the top only to be met with a pair of watery blue eyes peeking from beneath the brim of a snow-dusted brown beanie. Ava immediately recoiled. 

No. It couldn't be.

The doorbell rang again and this time, the eyes outside stood on tiptoe to peek in at her. No it couldn't be? Yes. It was. There was no denying it was. But Why? And How? Obviously her visitor was getting impatient -- he knocked, and, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, Ava, stepped forward and opened the door.

Of course he was just as she remembered him. Tall and lean but undeniably strong. He wore a brown beanie, a simple black jacket, jeans, a rodeo buckle and boots. Those damn boots. She always swore it was those things that got her in the first place. Her pussy instinctively ached against her will. He was just so goddamn sexy. She could see in his face his thoughts were much the same. He stood and took her in -- she wore nothing but a pair of tight black leggings that hugged her taut thighs and ample ass and slung low on her hips, exposing the valley between her hip bones that had always made his mouth water. Her chest was on display in a tight gray tee shirt, she wore no bra -- she seldom did -- and he could see her pert little nipples reacting to the cold from outside as they stood erect against the fabric. Her hair was loose and longer than he remembered, and she wore reading glasses. His cock stirred in his pants. 

"Christmas Carol?" he asked, smiling, tilting his head slightly. 

God she knew that gesture so well.

"Come in," Ava relented, stepping back to allow him access. 

Her mind raced, she wondered what he was doing at her house of all places. But then again, it wasn't entirely unusual. He had a way of re-appearing without much notice, he always had. As he stepped into the house, his eyes traveled around her living room, lined with heavy oak bookshelves chocked with hardcovers and paperbacks -- Ava had always been a reader. It was one of the things he loved about her. The room was dim, mellow Indy music floated through the air and several candles flickered on the coffee table. In the corner, a large, spindly Christmas tree blinked softly. He took off his coat and beanie, and laid them across the back of a nearby chair.

"Nice place," he said, "I've never been in here."

"I know," Ava said, "How'd you find me? Why are you here? Don't you live on the East Coast now?"

"Yeah, but I'm thinking about moving back. Came for a Christmas visit, thought I'd come say hi, maybe resort to singing carols or begging for alms if you were unwilling to open your door." 

He smiled at her again, cocked his head, ran his eyes up and down her body, lingering at her chest and again at the valley of her hips. His cock stirred again. He remembered so well the feeling of that body.

"You look good. Really good," he said with a sly smile.

"Thanks," Ava smiled "You haven't changed much, have you?"

"Oh, just a bit I guess, you?"

"No. Not much. I write more now." 

"Anything about me?" 

"Here and there. Merry Christmas, by the way."

He moved toward her, still grinning, still looking her up and down. "Merry Christmas," he said, as he opened his arms and wrapped her in their first hug for 4 long years. 

As he pressed their bodies together, she was surprised at how small she felt in his arms. That vulnerability had always been a turn on for her. She let her hands rest on the solid muscles of his shoulders, dragging the tips of her fingers gently along his arms, making him shiver slightly at her touch. She nestled her head slightly in the crook of his neck -- taking in his old, familiar smell -- if she didn't see him for ten years, she thought he would still smell exactly the same. He leaned his head against hers slightly, and, buoyed by his gesture, she kissed him softly on the side of the neck. He shivered again at the softness of her lips and, if she wasn't mistaken, she thought she felt his cock jump against the softness of her belly. "Oh God," she thought. She knew her pussy was wet, and she knew that if he kept touching her, she'd soon be soaked. Her restraint was going to hell in a hand basket. 

She pulled back from him, feeling her heart beat faster. She cleared her throat, dropped her eyes down to the ground to hide the lust she knew was forming there. He knew her well enough to pick up on something like that. When she looked up again, he was staring directly at her. She took in his chest, hard and strong beneath his simple white shirt, his broad shoulders and narrow, tapered waist. His goddamn boots...her mind groaned... her pussy ached. She wanted him, badly. 

As if reading her mind, he stepped forward, eyes burning, and wrapped his arms around Ava's lower back -- pulling her lean body into his tall, solid one. He ground his pelvis into hers slightly. "You seeing anyone?" he whispered hotly into her ear. "No one," Ava managed, "You?" "No one," he whispered to her before slowly beginning to walk her backwards to the couch. Ava's brain buzzed, God she was so turned on. There was no hiding it anymore, hell, there was never any hiding it -- he knew the minute he walked in the door. She could feel how tense he was beneath her fingers. He was just as ready as she was. She remembered the things he used to say to her -- the way he worshiped her body -- they way sex between them had always been mind-numbingly electric and incredible-- she remembered the intensity with which he fucked her -- her pussy tingled. Nothing had changed, nothing at all. 

He laid her down on the couch and positioned himself on top of her, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "In that case, I'm hoping you're mine for the night," He began kissing her earlobe softly, "Mm. I missed you, Ava."

Ava's breath caught in her throat at the touch of his lips, she let out a small gasp, her head was spinning. This visit was so unexpected; there were a million other things to think about. Why was her here? How did he find her? Her nerves were electric and exposed on her skin. She wanted the clothes off, wanted to feel his hot skin on hers, wanted his harness inside of her, wanted him to fuck her -- to take her, to make her hurt. It was everything she could do to control herself enough to remember that she wanted him to chase her, too. She wanted him to show her exactly how badly he wanted her. 

She tilted her head to allow him more access and purred, "Mmm you missed me? Well you've been gone so long, what did you miss, exactly?"

She heard him chuckle slightly into the skin of her neck. It had always been like this between them -- it had all come so easily -- always. 

"I missed your sexy little fuck-me voice first of all, so thanks for bringing that out."

Ava laughed, opening her legs slightly in an attempt to better feel the hardness forming in his jeans. 

"I missed your smell. I missed all your crazy books. I missed feeling your body underneath me. I especially missed all this." 

He lifted one hand and knotted his fingers slightly in her hair as his lips worked their way up toward her jawbone. "Blonde. Mmm you know how I feel about blondes. All my life I wanted to fuck a blonde girl -- I never imagined she'd be as hot as you." 

His words ignited her further, her hands ran up to the back of his head, cradling him there and pushing his lips against the sensitive skin of her jawbone while she threw her head back, allowing him to continue his ministrations. The hardness in his jeans was evident now, throbbing insistently against the softness of her belly. She raised her hips up into him, her pussy aching for contact, her wetness beginning to soak through her thin leggings. 

"I want to feel you again," Ava breathed, "Skin. I want skin." 

With that, he pushed himself up off of her, straddling her hips as she pulled her tight gray t-shirt up over her head and dropped it over the arm of the couch. She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm little tits hung soft and golden in the dim light. He groaned when he saw her. His cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. God he remembered every detail of that body -- no matter how hard he tried not to, he thought of her every single time he gripped his cock and rubbed himself off, he thought of her every time he tired to fuck someone else. 

He'd never been able to get her out of his mind. 

She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her small, tight breasts stood out at attention, their little brown nipples forming sharp points. Long strands of her blonde hair draped across her chest and collarbone. Her stomach was flat and incredibly lean -- the outline of delicate female muscles barely visible through her olive skin. In her bellybutton, a small silver ring reflected the blinking red of the Christmas lights. Her hips flared out, and between them, the valley that made his mouth water. The spot where her taught belly met her wide hips, the lightly muscled lines leading down between her legs, the incredibly soft skin there, just waiting to be kissed, and below, her tiny little pussy, waiting to be filled.

"Oh my god, Ava." He groaned again, as she began to work his shirt up over his head. He pulled it off and looked down as she lightly drug her nails down his chest and over the hard muscles of his stomach. Her chest was heaving now, her hips rising and falling on their own accord. 

"Please?" She begged, and he laughed, standing up just long enough to kick his boots off, unbuckle his jeans and slide them down his legs, before moving to her feet and gently coaxing her tight black leggings over her hips and down off her slender thighs. The scent of her wetness immediately filled the room and for a moment, he thought he wouldn't be able to control himself. His cock twitched and jumped in anticipation of sinking deep inside Ava's body, of claiming her once again. 

Her naked little pussy glistened with her wetness and he could see the shimmer of her cream smeared on the inside of her thighs. She'd missed him too. Ava propped herself up on her elbows and took him in -- his hard cock making a tent in the front of his boxes. She grinned, spread her legs slightly to allow him a better view of her wide-open sex. He moaned and slid the boxers down his legs, allowing his throbbing prick to leap up and slap his belly wetly.

Ava licked her suddenly dry lips, the two locked eyes and without a word, he climbed onto the couch, straddling her slim body and directing his cock up toward her mouth. 

Ava moaned and rolled her head back, he'd taken her like this before -- straddling her chest as he supported her head with one hand and fucked her throat with the other. There was something she loved about it, something that turned her on beyond words. Typically, she liked to be in control, with most guys...but he wasn't most guys. He was the one single person she would let take her, the one she would let fuck her however he pleased, he was the one guy that could make her come again and again, he was the one who could have complete physical control over her. As he guided his cock toward her lips, she circled a thumb over the swollen purple tip, slicking the drops of precum over the engorged mushroom head and eliciting a low growl from him. She looked up, smiled, parted her lips and slowly, slowly, placed a wet, hot kiss on the very tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. He moaned, his hips bucked softly up into her face, he fell forward, supporting himself on the arm of the couch behind her head and slowly guiding himself closer to those wet lips he wanted so badly. 

Obligingly, she took him into her mouth. His size had always amazed her, no matter what part of her body he fucked, he filled her completely. The first time she had felt him - she was sure he was going to hurt her. She was wrong, he had fucked her until her orgasms had exhausted her and she had fallen asleep, only to wake in the morning to feel him slipping in and out of her from behind. Now, his size was all she knew, all she wanted. She joked that he had ruined her for other men, but in a way, he had. His cock slid past her wet lips and a deep growl escaped his throat. "Ava, ahhh, do you remember that time when you came back east, the day before you left we stayed up all night and I fucked your throat like this? Do you remember how you begged me for it? You remember how hard you made me cum? Uhhhh...God Ava, Fuck that feels so good. Ah, You remember how hard I fucked your little face that night?"

His words spurred her on, he knew exactly how to -- his hips bucked deeper now past her lips and deep into her throat. She moaned for him, making the muscles in the back of her throat contracted around the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. Her fingers curled into the back of his thighs, pulling him into her. Her eyes watered, he throat struggled to accommodate his large size again. She could feel the wetness from her pussy running down over her asshole and onto the cushions of the couch and she pressed her thighs together, her swollen clit burning for contact. 

He looked down at her, struggling to hold himself back and to give her time to adjust. He didn't want to hurt her but her throat felt so fucking good wrapped around him. God it had been too long. Her lips stretched around the base of his cock, her eyes watered slightly, he sank his hips down and slowly fed her his whole length -- he knew how hungry she was for him. She took all of him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She swallowed, the muscles of her throat working tantalizingly against the rock hard head of his cock. He gritted his teeth, trying to take his mind away from the pleasure her incredible mouth was giving him, slowly pulling himself from her slick lips. He watched himself withdraw, inch by inch, his prick glistening with her saliva. Once the scalding tip of his cock had left her lips, he moved down and pulled her into him, tasting himself in her mouth. The kiss was intense, their tongues dancing frantically, she moaned sexily into him, raised her hips up, attempting to sink some of his length into her wanton pussy. He bit her bottom lip gently and pulled his hips back slightly so that his cock rested on the inside of her thigh. "Not yet," he whispered to her, "It's been so long, I want to play."

Reaching down, he slowly ran a single thick finger up Ava's sopping wet slit. God her wetness amazed him, she had soaked the couch beneath her, but then again, she'd always been like that. No matter what -- she was ready. He used to fuck her in the middle of the night, wake her up to bury himself inside of her, sometimes they'd fuck in the car or the bathroom at work -- no matter where, she was always soaking wet and ready. He slowly flicked his thumb over her swollen clit, eliciting a deep throaty moan from Ava. Her hips bucked up into him and he pressed two fingers against the opening of her cunt. 

"God I want you so bad," Ava moaned softly. He smiled to himself, pressed his two fingers harder against her opening, teasing her softly, not allowing her the penetration she so badly wanted. With one fat finger slick from her juices, he began to lightly tease the puckered bud of her asshole, making her gasp and impale herself onto his invading fingers. He loved to watch her writhe like this; he loved to watch her body break out in sweat. He loved to know he could turn her on so much. Ava spread her legs further and her scent wafted up into his nostrils. A low growl escaped him, his muscles tensed, his grip on her small body tightened. Oh this girl, why was she the only one who could turn him on like this? 

Slowly, he lowered his head to her pussy and with one long, smooth stroke, tasted her entire wet slit with his tongue, lapping her juices greedily. Ava gasped, her eyes flew open; she tangled her fingers in his hair, gently guiding him deeper into her sex. "Oh yes eat me please, baby, my pussy needs your tongue so bad!"

With that, he began to suck gently on her clit while two fingers pistoned slowly in and out of her wet opening and a third flicked quickly over her little rosebud. Her breath came in gasps, her legs fell open as far as they possibly could, she pushed her hips up into his face, presenting him all of her pussy, asking him to take it, asking him to lick every little fold. 

She squeezed her eyes shut; her mind was like fireworks gone crazy. All she knew was that she needed his cock, filling her now. She pulled him up into her, bringing his lips down to hers, tasting her musky wetness on them. He used to love watching her finger herself and then bring the juicy digits to her mouth and lick them clean.

"Please," Ava moaned softly into his mouth, "Please fuck me like you used to, God I haven't cum like you used to make me cum in so long! fuck me baby please, God I'm already so hot. Please let me feel you inside of me."

Her urging was all he needed. Slowly, he adjusted himself so that his steel hard prick nudged against the opening of her sopping cunt. The two locked eyes, he pressed his lips to her ear and breathed, "Merry Christmas" before slowly sinking his hips down into her, pushing the first few inches of his cock into the depths of her scalding little pussy.




All I Want For Christmas



The moan that escaped Ava's lips could've given an entire room of men hard-ons. Her little body tensed beneath him, her hips pushed insistently up into him, splitting herself on his girth but demanding more. He settled the weight of his upper body onto hers, and slipped his arms below her in order to cradle her ass with his hands. God he'd missed that ass. He thought of all the times he'd pulled her cheeks apart and sank his fat cock deep into her little puckered hole his cock twitched within her and he suppressed the thought. He had every intention of invading her little ass tonight, but for now, he was sinking deeper and tantalizingly deeper into her insanely tight pussy. 

Ava squirmed beneath him, bucking her hips up against his pelvis, digging her nails into the muscles of his shoulders. Her voice came to him hot against his ear, "mmm remember all the times you fucked me like this? Remember how you'd stay still and I'd just fuck myself up onto your cock, rub my clit against you until I came? God I always came so hard on this big cock. Mmmm God baby you have no idea how bad I just want you to fuck me!" Her voice went hoarse as she moved her hands down to his hips and held them still before bucking her hips up into him, taking his whole length into the furnace of her slick cunt. She gasped when her swollen clit bumped against the base of his cock, "Oh god your cock feels so good up inside of me. Oh, talk to me baby, talk to me!"

He grinned into the mess of her hair. She loved to talk dirty, he knew that. He used to bring her to screaming orgasms by telling her 'bedtime stories'.

"Remember the last Christmas we spent together?" He gasped as she slowly pulled herself off of him, leaving only the head of his cock basking in the warm folds of her body before slowly taking him in again, sighing as he invaded her. Ava nodded into his neck, slowly nipping her teeth along the sensitive skin below his jaw. 

"Remember what I got you?" he asked. Ava nodded into him again, impaling herself on his length, slowly, as he held his hips still. 

That Christmas he had gotten her a vibrator kit with different sleeves -- one studded, one with knobs on it, one incredibly thick sleeve, and a little silver bullet vibrator to go along with the rest. After they'd opened presents, they'd stayed in bed until three in the afternoon, fucking and pleasuring one another with their new toys. Ava had barely been able to walk for two days. She shivered as she remembered how she'd filled her pussy with the thickest vibrator while he squeezed himself into her and fucked her ass from behind. When she came, it had been so hard that her pussy juices had soaked both of them.

"Remember how you wanted me to fuck you from behind? Remember how you wanted me to wrap my arms around your waist and just hammer you with my rock hard cock as you held that little vibrator on your clit?"

Her pussy felt like hot honey, slipping up and down his throbbing member. He could feel every detail of her stroking him, every wall, and every hot little fold. He thought of velvet engulfing him, velvet all for him, begging for his cock. He moaned and ground into her, growling like an animal. 

"Remember how hard you came for me? Remember how your little pussy soaked both of us? Yeah baby, that's it, fuck me faster now, remember how much cum I had for you? Yeah? Remember how deep up inside your pussy I shot all that hot cum? Oh god Ava you screamed for me!"

Ava was pounding herself up and down on his long, thick pole now, panting into his neck, digging her nails into his back. He gripped the globes of her ass tight with his large hands, digging his fingers into her flesh as she rode him. He dropped one finger down to her asshole and began to probe the sensitive little bud.

Ava growled and bit his neck softly, increasing her tempo on his prick. He raised his lips to her ear, letting his hot breath wash over her neck,

"Mm you like that don't you? I know you want me to fuck you in the ass, don't you?"

Ava moaned into him now, "Yeah I want you to fuck my ass. You know how much I love that. Mmm I want you to pull out of my pussy and just drive your cock into my tight little asshole. God you like that, I can feel how hard you are, C'mon baby, fuck my ass, I want you so bad."

With that, he pulled out of her molten pussy and, in one long stroke, sank the entire length of his cock into her juicy asshole. 

Ava howled, her whole body jumped up into his, her nails dug into his sides, and he felt himself begin to reach his brink. Her ass was incredibly tight, a hot dry hell, gripping and sucking at every inch of his cock as he rammed her. She writhed underneath him, panting and moaning with every pulse into her body. God she was such a little ass slut, she always had been. He'd never seen anyone cum as hard as this girl did when he had his cock buried balls deep in her asshole. 

"Oh yeah baby, oh fuck fuck mmm god you're so big in my asshole, oh baby you're gonna make me cum so hard!"

"Oh Ava I'm gonna just pound my hot cum into your tight little cunt. That's my Christmas present to you, I'm gonna fill your little pussy up and I want you to soak my cock," he growled into her ear

Suddenly he pulled his cock from her hungry asshole and drove it back into her pussy. 

Ava was howling under him, panting and dragging her teeth along his earlobe. He gripped her ass tight and hammered his entire prick in and out of her tight little body. He felt the familiar sensations begin in his balls, his cum bubbling up, ready to flood Ava's molten hot pussy. 

"Fuck fuck fuck Ava god your pussy is all mine isn't it? Tell me it's all mine!"

Ava spread her legs as far as they could possibly go, pushing her pussy up into him, impaling herself on his length, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, sending sparks of electricity thru her body, driving her toward her own orgasm. "Yeah it is. My pussy is all yours. Always was. Fuck me, take me, oh fuck make me hurt, make me cum baby c'mon take my little pussy!"

He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He was an animal now, fucking his bitch, ramming his hard prick in and out of Ava's tight little body, she moaned, squeaked underneath him and he knew he was bottoming out inside of her but he didn't care. He hadn't had her in so long.

"Fuck Ava I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you!"

"Do it baby, let me feel you, I'm so close!"

His mind went blank of everything but the scalding velvet of her pussy, she drove her hips up into him one last time, spearing herself on his length, he jumped inside of her, growled and bit down into the soft skin of her neck as wave after wave of white hot cum shot up out of his spasaming cock, he howled, buried his head in her neck and slammed himself once more into her.

Ava clamped her pussy tight down onto his spasaming cock, wanting to feel every inch as he unloaded inside of her. Her clit was on fire. The first shot of cum hit her womb and she felt herself slipping over the edge, clamping down even harder on every inch of his divine prick as she let out a howl and impaled herself completely on his cock, letting him fill her to the brink as the silky muscles of her pussy clamped down around him. She could feel his cum hitting the insides of her body like ropes and every jet sent a shockwave through her. She twitched as if she'd been electrocuted as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided and she collapsed, exhausted, onto his sweaty, naked chest as he throbbed and softened, still buried deep inside of her. 

"Nice to see you again," she whispered, "stay awhile, will you?"

"Of course," he sighed, kissing her neck softly, "Santa told me what you wanted for Christmas."



All I Want For Christmas...



Terry knew it was silly, but she liked to leave a glass of sherry and a plate of shortbread out for the old guy in the red suit. And a couple of carrots for the reindeer. All her friends teased her every year. But she always said everything was gone when she got up Christmas morning, so he must have been there!

Her girlfriend Elaine said that, at 39, Terry must be getting too old to believe in Santa Claus, "come on, girl, get with it!" Her voice would drip with just a little distain and a lot of disbelief. "This is the prime reason you can't get yourself a man. No intelligent guy wants to go out with such a dreamer!"

Terry had been invited to two Christmas Eve parties. She knew exactly what would happen at each one. Elaine's party would be high-brow, champagne and caviar – but they'd all get sloshed and put each other down... and put the moves on someone. Tom's party would be more beer and taco chips, but the end result would be the same. She was tired of fending off the advances of Elaine's creepy accountant boyfriend, or Tom's alcoholic brother. She'd told each of them she was attending the other's party. But this year, she was staying home.

She cooked herself a delicious supper and had several glasses of warm smooth Merlot. She cleaned up, put on a disco CD, and danced around the living room. Her tree, decorated with winking lights, little teddy bears, wee bunny rabbits, and tiny Santa's, was reflected in the window. She fingered the gifts under the tree, laughing and telling herself, ‘No, we have to wait until Christmas!' 

She had a lovely long bubble bath, read a few chapters of her book, drinking her wine, enjoying the sensation of the bubbly hot water against her skin. She shaved her legs. After she'd dried herself off, she rubbed delicious smelling cream all over her body... over and under her DD breasts, into her generous belly, into the cheeks of her extra-large ass, down each full-figured leg. She went back into the living room and picked up a gaily wrapped present from under the tree. She tore open the wrapping and opened the box. A silky red negligee nestled in the tissue paper. She slipped it over her head.

Humming, she went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. She opened a tin and filled a plate with shortbread. She got a tray from the cupboard and arranged the wine and the shortbread on it. She added carrots, napkins, and a few pieces of ivy from the decorations on the mantel. She brought the tray into the living room and set it down on a low table next to the fireplace. She added a log to the fire. Next she turned off all the lights, except the tree, and lay down on the couch.

The silk felt so good next to her skin. Her hands roved over her breasts, down to her waist. "Here I am Santa," she whispered. "A present for you." She smiled. Her body felt so warm and relaxed. Her mind drifted. Her eyes closed. She fell asleep.

Santa jumped nimbly down the chimney, passing over the flames of the dying fire and rematerializing on the hearth. "Look at that," he said, "I usually get sherry. Tonight it's wine." He dropped his bulging bag on the floor, took off his gloves, and lifted up a wine glass. He took a generous sip. "Wonderful," he said. He took a package from his bag and placed underneath the tree. Turning, his eyes fell on the woman sleeping on the couch.

She was beautiful. She had shoulder length blonde hair, soft and frizzy on the pillow. Her figure was more than generous – it was Rubenesque. Her hips were wide and luscious. Her breasts were large and pendulous. Her belly was round, like a well-stuffed pillow. The red silk nightgown was short and showed the full length of her shapely legs. His breath caught in his throat.

He pulled a notebook from his pocket and checked her name. Terry. He read the notes below her name. "Hmmmmm."

She stirred. Her eyelids fluttered. She caught sight of him and sat up.

"Hi," he said, fingering his long white beard.

"Hi Santa," she smiled. 

"I wonder," he chided her, "have you been a good girl?"

"No," she grinned.

"Ho, ho, ho! In that case," he strode over to the couch and sat down beside her. He shrugged off his red jacket. He took her hand and pulled her until she was lying face-down on his lap.

"Naughty girls deserve spankings for Christmas." 

"Yes, Santa," her voice was meek.

He pulled up her nightie until the big cheeks of her wide ass were revealed. Her skin was pink, soft, quivering. He lifted his hand and began to slap her ass, the sound resounding in the room. She wriggled. 

"Santa wants his girls to be good," he told her as he struck each cheek a dozen times.

"Yes sir."

"Now," he said, pushing her off his lap. She slid onto the floor. "You will give Santa head."

He unzipped his red wool trousers and pulled out his cock. It was half erect. Terry knelt between his legs, tossed back her hair, put her hands on his knees, and her mouth on his cock. Her red ruby lips closed around him, and she sucked softly. Her hands rose up, dug his t-shirt out from his belt, and flitted across his chest. She took him deep in her mouth as her fingers caressed his nipples. He put his hands on her head and thrust his hips up to meet her as she sucked him. His cock hardened as her sweet hands dug deep and cupped his balls, her body tense as she serviced him, her head rising and falling, her tongue flicking, tasting. She grasped the bottom of his cock with one hand, her fingers pulsing, as she took his cock to the depths of her warm wet mouth. He shuddered.

"Let me taste you," he said, pulling her abruptly up. "Stand there, in front of me." She did as she was told. "Lift up your gown, show me your pussy." She slowly raised the red silk gown until her fat golden bush was revealed. Her soft belly hung down, pale pink. "Come here," he grabbed her big hips and brought her close, his head slipping under her gown, his mouth seeking her. She gasped as he gripped her ass hard and thrust his open mouth onto her clit. He pushed her belly up and turned his head sideways, flicking his tongue over her clit, wet, warm, wonderful. His hands pulled her, hard, towards him. She shivered.

He pushed her away for a moment and stood up. He took her hand and brought her to the end of the couch, making her lie down so her hips were supported by its arm, her legs over his shoulders, her belly and breasts falling away towards her face. 

He ate her. 

His tongue went deep into her pussy, tasting the luscious honey of her cum. His lips kissed her bush over and over again. She shuddered. She came. Still he ate her, his tongue roving deep, drinking every ounce of cum, tasting her, suckling her engorged clit until she thought she would go mad.

"Turn over," he commanded. She moved so that she was kneeling on the couch, her fleshy ass to him, her breasts touching the back of the seat. He ran his hands over her plump body. He gripped the love handles around her waist and pulled her to him, his cock seeking her pussy. He found the entrance, and swiftly thrust deep inside her. She gasped. One of his hands squeezed a breast, the other slipped over her belly and down. His fingers caressed her clit in tiny soft circles as his cock pounded into her pussy from behind. 

She was so warm inside. He could feel the pulsating shivers of yet another orgasm. Her cum engulfed his cock, her pussy gripped him, she trembled in his arms and moaned. Cum dripped from her pussy. 

He slapped her ass.

"Oh, yes," she cried. His left hand returned to her clit, teasing, stroking. With his other hand, he hit her ass. She began to shudder. He slapped her ass again, she moaned as dark heat tore through her body, taking her high. Her hot pussy clenched at his cock, and he felt the heat rise from his balls, into his cock. Her cum flooded her hole. He thrust himself deep, gasping as he came.

He ran his hands over her generous body, so beautifully plump and ripe. He kissed her. He shrugged on his jacket and straightened up his clothing. Then he put his arms around her and pulled her close for a few minutes.

Getting up, Santa went over to the fireplace and drank down the wine she'd left for him. Terry sat on the couch, watching him, smiling. He put a shortbread cookie in his mouth. "Hmmmm, good," he said, his eyes twinkling at her.

Then he put his right index finger to the side of his nose, and disappeared. He rematerialized on the roof, and the waiting reindeer sprang up into their places as he got into his sleigh. "Off we go," he cried. He took another shortbread cookie from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He could still taste Terry's cum on his lips.

Too bad he'd have to wait until next year for another delicious Christmas fuck.



All I Want for Christmas



I was alone on Christmas Eve. Shit. I poured myself another glass of wine, and flopped down on the couch. Flipping through channels on the TV, I settled on a romantic movie that was playing on the women's channel. It made me cry, and I threw the remote on the floor in disgust.

I looked at the clock, again. It was only 7:30. A long, lonely night lay ahead of me. There was a yellow legal pad and marker on the coffee table in front of me. An idea formed in my head and I giggled.

"I must be a little drunk." I said to Bubbles, my pet goldfish. He didn't answer, he just swam in an endless circle, oblivious to my distress. Picking up the pad and pen, I set to work. 

"Dear Santa," I wrote at the top. The end of the pen found its way into my mouth and I chewed on it while I thought about what I wanted to say. Then, I continued. 

"All I want for Christmas this year is a night of really hot sex with a nice, cute guy. If he had big muscles and long hair, that would be great. Oh, I wouldn't mind if he had a decent sized dick. Not too big, though. Let's say eight inches. And an earring, I like guys with earrings. Maybe a few tattoos. You know the kind of guy I like, sweet, but a little dangerous looking."

Since I was making a list of demands, I figured it wouldn't hurt to be really specific.

"Can he have dark hair, and blue eyes? With long eyelashes and nice full lips. Make him a really good kisser, too. Gentle, but strong. Tall, let's say around 6 feet, with six pack abs and a tight butt. Please make him the kind of guy who can look past the fact that I need to lose twenty pounds. If he shows up with a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, that would be fine with me.

I have been a pretty good girl this year. I volunteered at the food pantry a few times, and I helped my next door neighbor shovel her walk yesterday. Well, I did steal a few pens from the office, but that hardly seems a reason to put coal in someone's stocking, right? If you are looking for someone to put on your naughty list, please consider my ex boyfriend, Brad, who cheated on me with my best friend Mindy. Can you believe I caught him fucking her in his car? The rat bastard.

Thanks for listening, Santa. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, and that Mrs. Claus gives you a really good blowjob when you get back home.

Love always, Grace."

I folded up the paper. A tear rolled off my chin and left a small wet stain on the letter. For extra luck, I gave it a kiss, then found an envelope and stamp. Once I had it ready to go, I pulled on my winter boots and walked to the mailbox that was on the corner. I sighed, then dropped the letter into the slot. 

A light snow was falling, covering my neighborhood with a layer of sparkling diamond dust. It did nothing to lighten my dreary mood, however, and I trudged back to my townhouse. I poured myself another glass of wine, and watched a rerun of House. As I fantasized about Hugh Laurie, I must have drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a soft, jingling sound. I sat up with a start. My ears picked up the sound of a small thud by the fireplace, and then I heard a tiny voice.

"Damn it, people need to watch where they put these fucking extension cords." 

"Who's there?" I demanded. I scanned the room for a possible weapon. All I had was a black Sharpie. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Grace?" the tiny voice answered. I shrieked behind my hands. "Don't be afraid, I'm from the North Pole." 

"What?" I figured I was dreaming. Or drunk. Or both. There was a half glass of wine sitting on the coffee table and I chugged it down. A pair of tiny hands appeared, they were gripping the edge of the coffee table. Then, a tiny face appeared. 

"Little help?" Stunned, I reached out my index finger. The little guy hoisted himself up on to the table and waved at me. "H! I'm Trip. Nice to meet you."

I closed my eyes, then opened them. He was still there. "I'm dreaming." I said to him.

"No, you're not. Santa got your letter. You wanted a night of really hot sex with a cute guy, right? Well, here I am!"

"Um, wow, that's great, but, I don't know how to say this, but, you're tiny. I wanted a guy with an eight inch penis, emphasis on the word penis."

He scratched his head, then pulled my letter out of his tiny pocket. His lips moved as he read it over. "Oh. My bad." He put the paper back in his pocket. 

"One second." 

He very dramatically pushed a red button that was on his belt buckle. The air in front of me wavered and shimmered, and suddenly, there was a normal sized man standing on my coffee table.

I leaned back and stared at him. "Got a button that makes anything else bigger?" I asked.

"Oh, honey, I don't need a magic button for that." he said with a smirk.

He grinned at me, and my insides turned to jello. He was just what I'd asked for. Tall and fit, with long dark brown hair that fell around his face in perfect waves. He had sparkly blue eyes, framed with thick lashes and full lips. He was wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots and a dark green sweater that hugged his chest. Perfectly yummy in every way.

"Check this out." He pulled his hair back and revealed a diamond stud in his left earlobe. "Just got this today, I've always wanted one."

"Sexy. Very sexy." I suddenly felt very self conscious in my ratty sweatshirt and fleece pajama bottoms. He seemed to read my mind. With a wave of his hand, my outfit turned into a sexy red nightie with white fake fur trim and crotchless panties. It barely covered my boobs, and I felt like a wanton sex goddess. It was very awesome.

"There, now don't you feel more festive?"

"Yes, thank you." I ran my fingers through my hair and it was perfectly curled. I even had lipstick on. 

"Oh, one more thing." Another wave of his hand and a bottle of champagne and tray of chocolate covered strawberries appeared on the table. He poured a glass for each of us. "To Christmas wishes." he said as we clinked glasses.

"This is the best dream I've ever had." I said as I sipped my champagne.

"Not a dream, Grace, this is real. Santa has a weakness for broken hearted horny girls." He sat closer to me on the couch. "Speaking of which, how horny are you?"

"I'm so wet I'm leaving a puddle on the couch." I said. 

Trip chugged his champagne and threw the glass over his shoulder. It disappeared before it hit the ground. 

"Let me feel." He flashed a wicked smile, then ran his fingers over my crotch. I spread my legs and he grazed my clit with his thumb. I shivered. He leaned over and licked my bottom lip, then kissed me. I put my fingers in his silky hair and pulled him close. We tongue kissed while he fingered my wet snatch. "Yeah, that's nice and juicy." 

He leaned over and brushed his lips over my nipple, making it firm up. He teased it with his tongue, then sucked it gently. I moaned in the back of my throat, softly, as hot lust spread over my body. I slid my ass down a little to make it easier for his fingers to play with my pussy. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and massaged the inside of my vag with his index finger. Slowly, firmly, it set me on fire. His mouth found my other nipple, and he pulled it against his tongue.

"That's so nice." I moaned.

"You're so sexy, Grace. Cum for me, right now." He rubbed a little harder and I felt my climax build. I threw my head back as a throbbing orgasm shook me to my core. 

"Oh, yes, Trip, yes." I shuddered as I came, and his mouth moved up to mine. He kissed me until I relaxed again. 

"Well, that was a nice beginning." He moved his fingers from my snatch and licked them. "Tasty, baby, very tasty." 

I pulled at his clothes. "Take them off!" He snapped his fingers, and he was instantly naked. To my great delight, his upper arms were covered in beautiful tattoos. He also had a wreath tattooed around his belly button. His right nipple was pierced, an extra treat I couldn't help but get giddy over.

"Holy shit, you're hot! Come here, I need to suck that big, beautiful dick." At my instruction he knelt on the couch, straddling my thighs so that his delectable cock was right in front of my face. I grabbed his firm ass and ran my tongue all over his cock and balls. He tasted sweet, with a faint hint of peppermint. The head of his prick felt so good under my tongue and I licked it like a candy cane.

"That's fantastic." Trip moaned. "Your tongue is magical."

"Sweetie, I'm just getting warmed up." Having such a delicious cock in my mouth was enough of a treat, but when it was attached to such a scorching hottie, well, let's just say I was pretty fucking happy. I lifted his shaft and sucked his smooth scrotum into my mouth, and massaged his balls with my tongue. The smooth area between his ass and cock got a nice rub with my greedy fingers. He was so clean, and smelled so good, I even slipped a finger further back and teased his asshole.

"Fuuuuuuck! You're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

I blushed, and then sucked his long dick into my mouth, still teasing his ass with my fingers. His cock was heavenly, smooth and hard, I loved the feel of it as it slipped in and out of my mouth. Spit was running down his balls, I was drooling over him so hard. 

"I could suck you all night, you're so delicious." I said.

"You're making me cum, angel."

"Cum in my mouth, let me taste you." His balls twitched beneath my fingers as his cock erupted against my tongue. It was the perfect amount, and I lapped it up hungrily. His cum tasted like gingerbread. "Yummy." I swirled my tongue around the head, making sure I found every delicious drop. A tiny stream dribbled down my chin, I scooped it up with my finger, then licked it off while I looked up at him.

"You are so fucking sexy, I'm going to die," he said. I put my hands on his lower back and hugged him. My face was against his rock hard abs. I couldn't help but lick his adorable belly button, and suck the pierced nipple.

"My turn," he said and in a blink, we were in my bed. He pushed me back against the pillows and kissed my lips. I gripped his strong shoulders and then stroked his back with my fingernails, softly. He was making low, breathy sounds in the back of his throat.

"Trip, your body is so gorgeous, I can't get my hands on it fast enough."

"Take you time, baby, we have hours," he said. I giggled with delight and wrapped my legs around him as we tongue kissed. He moved his lips over to my neck, and kissed down to my shoulder. He slid the nightie off over my head.

"You are so beautiful, Grace, your skin is perfect. I have a weakness for redheads, and those green eyes, oh, man. This is my lucky fuckin' day." He cupped my breasts and kissed each one. "Did I mention how incredible your boobs are? So full and round, with these perfect nipples. My cock is so fucking hard. Damn."

Shivers went up my spine as he nibbled on my skin. Lower and lower, his mouthed moved slowly, until it reached my hips. His tongue licked over my hip bone, as his thumbs massaged my inner thighs. Inside, I thanked myself for giving my pubic hair a nice trim that morning. I felt very neat and tidy.

Trip put my legs over his broad shoulders and slid his hands under my ass. He lifted my clit up to his mouth and sucked it firmly. The sight of his handsome face between my legs left me breathless. I watched in fascination as his tongue flicked over my throbbing pussy. My back arched and I moaned loudly. His thumb slid up inside my snatch, sending waves of pleasure all the way down to my toes. I got lost in another strong orgasm as my clit vibrated under his talented tongue. He smiled at me, then kissed the inside of my leg.

"That was amazing." I could barely get the words out, I was in such rapture. He slid my legs off his shoulders, then laid next to me. Leaning up on my elbow, I slid my fingers up and down his muscular chest. I couldn't help but notice his cock was hard and pointing straight up. He saw me looking at it.

"Yeah, I'm hard again. It's your hot body, baby. I could go all night." My fingers gripped it and I stroked it. 

"I want you to fuck me with this big dick. You ready for that?"

"Fuck, yeah! How would you like it?" I had him sit up with his back against the headboard. I straddled him, and slid my pussy down on his long, hard pole. It fit perfectly in my snatch and I slid up and down on it, savoring the silky hardness as it massaged me inside.

"Oh, that's so fucking good. Fuck me, baby," he said as he put his head back and groaned. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, and his lips were so wet. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth. We kissed as I rode his cock like a carnival ride. I pulled away from his lips and directed my nipple into his mouth. He nibbled on it, then sucked it hard. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair. 

He pushed me back so that he could get at my clit with his fingers. My pussy clenched around his cock, making him moan louder still. I squeezed and squeezed him inside me, until he was crying out my name.

"Grace, oh, Grace, don't stop, it's so good." I leaned back on my hands, and he pumped his hips, pulling his dick in and out at a perfect pace. I felt my orgasm building, and felt his cock throbbing inside. We both came at the same moment, in a burst of heat. I swear I saw fireworks. It was amazing.

"Oh, Trip, I needed that so much, thank you." We stretched out on the bed together and I put my head on his chest.

"No, baby, thank you. I can't remember when I've had this much fun. Man, I really owe Santa one for sending me here. Damn, he must really have appreciated all my hard work in the toy factory this year. How else could I have scored such an awesome assignment as this?"

"Do you really look like this all the time?"

"Yeah. Except for the earring. Funny story. I was checking over the sleigh, and Santa was looking at me, with a funny look on his face. Then he asked me if I had any tats. I was like 'yeah, lots.' Then he smiled and broke out into a 'ho, ho, ho' and patted me on the back. He said he had a special assignment for me, in Chicago. Then he said 'But, you have to get your ear pierced first, is that okay?' I said 'Yeah, that's cool', so Mrs. Claus took care of it. Then, I borrowed one of the mini sleighs and flew to your roof. I had to shrink to fit down the chimney." 

I giggled, and kissed his sweet lips. After a brief rest, I leaned over the bed and he fucked me doggy style. We did it again on the stairs, then once more on the kitchen floor. I was so spent, I could barely move. Trip carried me back upstairs and laid me in my bed. He pulled me into his arms and played with my hair.

Between his gentle fingers, his body heat, and the sheer exhaustion from having so many orgasms, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was wearing brand new red silk pajamas. I sat up and stretched. There was a note on the bed. It said:

Dear Grace,

I couldn't bear to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully, and looked so pretty.

Last night was amazing! I can barely walk today, but it was worth it! If you're not busy New Years Eve, I would love to bring you up to the North Pole for a scorching party. Nobody rings in the new year like a bunch of drunken elves. I can pick you up at 8:00, dress warm!

Love, Trip

PS: Look under your tree!

I hugged the letter to my chest and squealed with joy. Then I leaped out of bed and ran to the living room. There were at least a dozen packages under the tree, all with beautiful ribbons and bows attached. My phone rang, and I checked the caller ID. It was Brad. I let the machine get it.

His voice came over the tiny speaker. He sounded pissed.

"Grace, I can't believe you would stoop so low! Sending me two hundred fruitcakes by UPS was one thing, but then having my car buried under a pile of coal, you went to far! You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" I laughed until my sides hurt. 

"Thank you, Santa!" I shouted.



All I Want For Christmas



"NICK!!"

He swatted my rear. "What?"

I looked back at him and smiled. "Nothing, just warn me next time." I noticed that he was pretty strong, strong enough to carry me up the front walk, and not drop me until I was safely inside. He slid me off, and showed me a spot on the couch, clicking on the lights. There was a corner of the room that presumably was an office of sorts, with an overstuffed couch. I settled in, not letting go of his hand. 

"I'll get you a cup of coffee, and we can talk a little more." He let go of my hand and disappeared into the kitchen. I watched him expertly boil and place grounds in a contraption that looked nothing like a coffee machine. A minute later, he came with two mugs, and sat next to me. "Tell me what you think."

I took a sip. "Sweet, but not cloying. Strong, but not overbearing. Warm and rich. And the coffee is pretty good too." Nick laughed a full, throaty laugh. I smiled. I drank the coffee, which was pretty good. "Did you pick the beans yourself?"

He nodded and then took a long, intent look at me. "Karen, does your neck hurt?"

"Why?"

"Do you want a neck rub?"

Jesus, that is such a tired gambit. But for him, I'll bite. And suck. And nibble. I took a clip out of my pocket and twisted my hair up. I turned my back to him. He scooted up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I thought you were going to give me a neck rub." He then kissed the back of my neck, running his fingers along my spine. His touch was firm, but his fingers were soft. I moaned.

"I'm glad you like that, Karen."

I smiled, turned to look at him, and then pulled away, taking a pillow off the couch. He looked at me a little quizzically, and I looked back and lay on the floor, looking up at him. "I want a backrub now."

"Alright, you spoiled brat." He got up from the couch and straddled me, rubbing the back of my neck and down my back, fanning his hands across my arms, then pulling back up, pressing his hands gently along my shoulder while the heel of his hand pressed along his back. It was so good, so intense; I started to hold onto the pillow as I moaned into it. I then felt the warmth of his mouth once again on my neck. My toes curled as Nick started kissing on my neck and shoulders, gently sucking and running his tongue along my skin. "By the way, you smell so good." His hands kept stroking to my sides. That spot was so sensitive; I was practically digging my nails into the hardwood floor. He was turning me on. So far, he hadn't lifted my top up much, but I could feel his hands work their way under it. 

I looked at him over my shoulder, and smiled at him. Wordlessly, I lifted my tank top off and put it under the pillow.

He smirked. "Heh. Beat me to it." He then fanned his hands around my bare back, as he continued to kiss my neck and down my back, I could feel his hard dick against my ass as he ground down on it. Damn. His hands were so warm against my skin, but here I was with goose bumps. He leaned in, and ran his warm tongue along the back of my neck. I shivered, and he took advantage of my startled response and grabbed my breasts.

"Umm, they are nice." He said with a slight purr. I gently wriggled his hands away and pulled myself out from under him. He moved up off me, his erection quite visible through his slacks, even a slight spot from the pre cum. He kneeled at my side. I sat up and kissed him. I kissed his neck, slowly working my way up. I inhaled his scent, the coffee and the mint from his shampoo tingling my nostrils and making me more aroused. Breathing on his ear, sucking his earlobe, I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He smiled at me then turned to kiss me full force on the lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put his hand on my back, pulling me close. He then stood, looking over my shoulder at the stairs. "Do you want me to carry you, darling?"  

"Why not?" He kissed me again and made his way up the stairs, his arm supporting my rear as he carried me to his room. He finally tossed me onto the bed, feeling surrounded in the softness of the duvet. I turned my head to see a picture of him with a dark-haired young boy. I pointed to it. I said, "Is that the 'little elf'?"

"Yes, he's with his Aunt Lilly and Uncle Robert's tonight." Huh. So THAT'S how he did it. I rolled over onto my back to look up at him. His eyes were looking up and down me as I ran my fingers down the hair on his chest, to his stomach and undid his pants. He looked down and smiled at me. "Be careful down there, it's been a while since he was handled by a stranger." I sat up and felt his lips on my neck and his hands on my breasts, slowly caressing them. He nibbled my earlobe, sucking, licking it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, using my legs to pull his pants down. He kicked them off and stood in front of me, only in a pair of boxer briefs that didn't hide much. I crawled to the edge of the bed and slowly pulled his boxer briefs down. I kissed his stomach, and wondered where to go from there. He was already hard, his cock brushing against my stomach. I took it into my hand and he moaned. I worked my tongue up his chest back up to his lips. 

I kissed him once, a slow kiss. I felt him melt into my mouth, his hands on my hips and back. I pulled away, and made my way back down. He kept his fingers hooked into my pants and pulled. His jaw dropped when the pants snapped apart. "Mother of God, I didn't mean to."

"Nick, it's ok. They're SUPPOSED to do that." I wrapped an arm around his hips, my hand splayed across his buttock as I started to stroke his stiff cock. He saw me lick my lips as I wrapped them around the head of his penis, keeping up the stroke. I pulled away, flicking my tongue over his head as I looked up into his widening eyes. He ran his fingers along the back edge of my thong, and I could feel him work his fingers back towards my opening. I took more into my mouth, looking up at him every so often. His eyes were closed. I finally sealed my mouth over his shaft and pulled away, giving his head a final flick. I kissed up his stomach again, sucking a little as I did. Nick was pulling my thong off until I pulled away, staring up at him. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart." 

I lay on the bed, looking up at him. He then took my foot in his hand, and kissed it. I giggled. "It tickles."

"It'll feel damn good in a minute." He started to rub my foot as his other hand stroked up my thigh. He leaned in a little more, and I could feel his dick tickle the back of my knee. I could feel his warm lips on my ankles and calves as the weight in the bed shifted and he got on his knees between my legs. He pulled the crotch on my panties aside. I felt his fingers rub against my slit. My toes curled at his fingers against the heat. He was leaning closer to me as he kissed up to my thighs, and I felt the warmth of mouth and the softness of his tongue as it danced up close to the crease in my thigh. He planted a kiss on it and slowly licked up and down that crease, tracing along it. I had my hand on the back of his head. I wanted him there, dammit! I wanted him where it ached. And he saw it in my eyes, and kept on going. "I want to hear you moan, Karen. Tell me where it hurts, baby."

He slowly pulled aside the crotch of my thong again and kissed the top of my slit, then pulled it back, while licking my lips. He ran his tongue along the thin fabric of my panties. Despite this, he found my now-hardened clitoris and flicked it through the fabric. Before I could react, he licked almost all of me through my thong. The ultimate tease. I could feel his breath on me, but muted through this layer of clothing, as thin as it was. He paid attention to each fold, and then his tongue traveled back to my clit, flicking it again, pressing his lips against it. Was he trying to suck it? No. He was flicking as he encased my clit against the cloth and against my skin. I was so close to coming, just a little more. He then stopped. I bit my lip and stared at him, his eyes locked on me, my chest heaving. "So, tell me where it hurts."

I placed his hands on my hips and said, "You know where. Fix it, Nick. If you can."

"You know I can." He finally pulled my thong off. He hovered over me for a moment, then sucked at my nipple slowly as he ran his finger down to my clit again and started to stroke it. I arched my hips into his hand as he slid his fingers inside me. He gave my nipple a last flick as he moved to the other nipple while caressing. I thought, maybe he wants me to hold on. I really should try. I keep my fingers entwined in his hair as I push back and forth on his fingers. His lips left my breasts then drifted down my stomach, their heat touching off shivers. I finally felt his tongue against my folds, and finally taking my clit against his lips, with nothing in between. He licked past it, swirling his tongue against my opening. I could feel his finger sliding out, and his tongue inside me, warm and alive. I felt his fingers against my clit. I put my hands on his head and began to ride his tongue. I felt my juices dribble onto the duvet, but I didn't care. He was making me feel good. He was fixing where it hurts.

I couldn't feel his fingers on my clit anymore, nor could I feel his tongue. I opened my eyes, and he was licking my juices off his fingers. That sparked him even more as he plunged back between my legs. And this was different. Nick was actually tasting me. Sucking my clitoris as he let his tongue lick underneath to gather more honey was setting me off. I felt myself getting high, push upon him, the heels of my feet rubbing against his back. "Oh, Jesus, Nick. I'm gonna cum!" That only made him work his tongue more over my folds and clit before I contracted and leaned back in the covers, feeling very small.

"Karen, you can't be that tired."

"No, I don't think so." I found that I was breathing hard. He crawled up the bed behind me. I felt this hands travel along my hip and thigh, tickling my sides .I turned to kiss him and he rolled on top of me, as simple as that. I kissed him again, tasting myself. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing up against him. He rolled onto his side and slid his hands between us. He held my hips as he took his time and entered me. It hurt a little at first, but I enjoyed how he filled me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I moved to roll over on my back.

"So, Nick, Do you like this view, or would you want me on top?"

"You're talking to a man who hasn't seen or tasted pussy in nearly 3 years. I would like you whichever way I looked at you." He ran his hands along my inner thighs as he pushed inside me, and I pushed back. He got on his knees to make it easier, and I decided to give him more to look at. I unlaced my legs from his back, and put them on his shoulders. I could feel him go deeper with each thrust, go faster, even graze against my cervix a little. I tightened up on the shaft of his cock, and I heard him moan. 

"Umm, that's it, Nick. Tell me how you're gonna fix it." I opened my eyes, and saw him lick his fingers and stroke my clit, swollen once again. I took his fingers off my clit and slowly sucked my own juices off them. His chest heaved and he bit his lip, and it looked like he was enjoying it. I treated his fingers the way I had treated his cock earlier. I kept pushing him deeper inside me, rolling my hips as I started straight at him. I held his hand, my thumb pressing on his palm, stroking as he stroked me. I could feel him bringing me closer. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. I tightened up again, and I could feel him push faster, and finally that warm sensation telling me he had climaxed. I lay there, looking up at him, stroking his cheek. He withdrew, and then lay directly on top of me, the skin on skin contact, the scent of sex and the sweat misting his skin alternately re-arousing and reassuring me. I kissed his shoulder and gave it a loving bite. He pulled my head back and I smiled as him.

"You are a brat. Has anyone said that to you, Karen?"

"Your sister has. So, do you do this at every Christmas party, Nick?"

His eyebrows shot up and he narrowed his eyes. I felt a moment of apprehension, and then the eyes softened into their usual gentility. "No. This was totally Lilly's idea. From what she told me I thought either you wouldn't come, or I wouldn't see you." He stroked my hair, "After you left, I didn't think I had made an impression, and seeing you dance with that other guy made me think that it wasn't gonna happen."

"And here I was, obsessing." I gently punched him in the chest. "I hope you're happy." I was about to punch him again, and he grabbed my hand, pushed me close and captured my mouth in his. I rubbed myself up against him and I could feel him get hard against my thigh.

"I am happy, and I hope I can do just a little to make sure this isn't torture for you." I giggled. He rolled over, taking me with him. I found myself looking down into Nick's face. His hair was mussed up, the lock across the forehead pushed back.

"I probably would enjoy myself if it were torture anyway." I locked my lips over his, lifting myself up just a bit. His hands rubbed over my breasts and I could feel my nipples harden as he stroked them with his thumbs. When I slid back down, I found the shaft of his cock right between the lips of my pussy. Oh. My. God. I use to do this to and ex in college and I could make him orgasm every time. I wonder if I could do the same, or if I could resist the temptation of "getting on with it" and letting him inside me again?

I slowly began to grind against him, rubbing my clit against his shaft. I felt myself get wet and Nick gently pulled my nipples as I rode him without him inside me. He looked at me, "Damn, you're soaking my cock, Karen."

"You know you like it, Nick. You're loving my clit against you and feeling right THERE--" I gave him an extra thrust, letting my lips glide over the head of his dick. 

"Oh, Karen, that's not fair."

"Yes, it is." I squeezed my thighs together, pressing down. I could feel myself get closer as I ground faster. I noticed that Nick was grinding back. I was right; he loves every second of it! I leaned down and looked down at him. "Tell me you like it, Nick. I can see it in your face, baby. Tell me you like it."

"I'd like if more if I were inside you." I ground down on him again. I was getting closer, and this element of having him under me was truly turning me on. I was pushing on his chest to give myself leverage, and his pushing back, up and down was bringing me closer. I was rubbing myself faster and faster against him, and I could see his lips twist in pleasure. I leaned down to kiss him and felt him exhale into my mouth, and I slowed down on grinding on him. I rolled my hips slowly over him, paying attention to his breathing, and how good it felt to feel him on me. I could hear his breath catch right as I seemed to have an orgasm in slow motion. I pulled away, and saw a pool of thick cum on his chest. I pulled away from Nick, I felt sticky. Nick stared down at his spunk-covered chest. "I haven't jizzed on myself since before I was married. I need a shower." I watched him roll out of bed and look out one of the windows. Nick didn't have much of a rear end, but the rest of him was very well kept. I kept thinking that he was sublimely attractive without being pretty. I rolled back onto my back, avoiding the wet spot as I heard the toilet flush, then the shower come on. 

"I hope you're not hogging the hot water."

No answer. I slid out of bed, and slowly padded across the bedroom carpet, and opened the bathroom door and shut it behind me. I looked down and realized I still had my socks on. I furtively removed them, then opened the door to the shower and was greeted by a plume of steam hitting my face, and Nick's back to me, the water making a channel down his back to his buttocks. I raked my hair away from my face then walked in and put my arms around his waist, running my hands down his soft stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, but it was flat and trim. I stroked his stomach with my palms as he reached back to clasp me close to him. I looked around his side and saw his cock stick out at and exact ninety degree angle from his body. I finally pulled away from him and picked up a bar of soap off the ledge and rubbed my hands on it. I moved to his front, and stroked his shaft slowly, my wet, soapy hands acting like a slick vagina as I stroked him. I washed my hands and stroked him again, mainly to get the extra lather off. Nick brushed my wet hair out of the way and looked at me. My eyes met his and I slid to my knees. I felt the water rain on my head let my lips wrap around his head and gave it a tentative taste.

Good, it didn't taste like soap. I started to suck him slowly as my still slick hands kept stroking him. I was going to make him cum in my mouth this time, so I started to fuck him with my mouth, alternating my sucking and stroking, back and forth. I started to flick around the thin edge of his head and up towards the tip of his dick. I looked up at him as I opened my mouth and ran the head over my tongue, rolling my tongue over the head like it was a lollypop. I flicked and closed my mouth over it, giving it another slow suck, stroking it a little faster. I took more and more of it in my mouth when I heard Nick moan. It was quiet at first, a quiet, "Oh, baby." Ummm, just what I wanted to hear. I let his cock graze the back of my throat and sealed my lips over it. "Oh, God, Karen." Nick started to put gentle pressure on the back of my head and I looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow and moved the hand off and slowly allowed the head of his cock to brush the back of my throat. "Come on - -Oh, Jesus! YES!"

I could feel his warm liquid coat my throat. I pulled away, and he was still hard. I slid up to my feet, shaking out my soaked hair and catching some of the water in my mouth. Nick leaned in and started to kiss my neck, as I ran my fingers through his slick hair. He nibbled my earlobe then whispered, "Turn around." 

I turned around, feeling my nipples brush against the tile wall and his hand on my stomach, reaching down between my legs. I leaned back against him as he started to whisper some more in my ear." I admit this is one of my favorite ways to have sex. There's just something about water and sex. Maybe it's because of how wet a woman can get. And how wet you are right now, Karen." He moved his hand up to my breast and started to caress it. His dick rested between my ass cheeks as he started to rub my clit, which had become hard again from watching his reactions. I backed up on Nick up a little, looking over my shoulder at him, and then spread my legs. He caressed my ass gently, lovingly almost, then penetrated me again.

He held onto my hips as he started thrusting. I felt his fingers stroke my clit and I tightened up on him. It was my turn to get vocal. "God, that feels so good, Nick." I held onto the knob for the shower, careful not to turn it in the wrong direction. The steam was thick, and I could feel sweat collect on my head and chest and mix with the hot water. I started to push back on him, closing my eyes. He playfully smacked my rear as he pushed my hips deeper onto his cock, and I started to bounce back, feeling my body shake with the accelerated movement. Nick kept his fingers on my clit and I was practically clawing on the walls, and it felt so good until I felt a cold shock and Nick yelp a little. 

"Turn it off, turn it off!" I leaned forward and shut the water off. He withdrew. "It's probably for the better anyway, skin shrivel is NEVER sexy." He opened the shower door and took a fuzzy, thick towel off a hook and wrapped me in it.

"Ummm, it's comfy." He rubbed my shoulders and put his arms around my waist. He took me into his arms, the water beading on his skin becoming cold, then heating up a little as I rested my head on his chest. He lifted me up, carrying me like a child back into bed. The effects of the hot water calmed me and I curled up to Nick, who put his arms around me. Feeling secure and mostly satiated, I slowly drifted off to sleep.




All I Want For Christmas



The next sensation I felt was between my thighs. It felt disembodied at first, like it wasn't a part of my body, but it was persistent and it drew me back in. But as soon as it started, it stopped, and I drifted off to sleep. 

I hadn't been asleep long as to when it started again. This time, I could feel it totally. A tongue. Lapping and sucking at me. The tongue, stroking, exploring inside me. I reached down and felt a fistful of hair. Nick was waking me up and making me cum. His tongue snaked back to my clit as he slid two fingers into my opening. I brought my hands up to my breasts and stroked them as I began to push back and forth on his fingers. I didn't want to make any noise, just listen to myself breathe and feel Nick taste my pussy. I felt myself tighten, but not before I felt a finger against a soft spot inside me, and start to stroke it. I tightened up my rear and my hips lifted off the bed, I bit my lip and finally opened my eyes a crack and saw Nick's eyes narrow as his tongue gently flicked my clit. The rubbing got faster, the flick turned into a suck and I felt the dam burst and when I opened my eyes, Nick had pulled away, and his chin was literally drenched in my honey. I sat up and kissed him. He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder again. "You want breakfast? I made French Toast."

"Really?"

"Yup." He stood at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. "I'll turn my back." I saw a white dress shirt, a pair of suspenders. I slipped the shirt on, found another pair of socks and trotted downstairs. I had had quite the exiting night, even if it was Santa himself that had to provide it.

FIN