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Christmas Day

By: littlemissnaughtygal



It was Christmas morning, about 4 am and Darnell had woken up, I guess you could say he was still a kid at heart, for he loves Christmas morning, this year was even more special for him for this was his first Christmas in Connecticut with Kim and the kids, Kim and the girls were still asleep, Darnell laid there watching the woman whom he was so in love with, the night was cold and the sky was so clear, the moon light shown in through their window, shining down over her, rolling onto his side up behind her, with the backs of his finger tips he gently runs them down the side of her arm, as he kisses her shoulder softly.

“I love you baby girl, Merry Christmas.” He whispers softly in her ear.

“I love you too baby, Merry Christmas.” She replies as she turns her body slightly, slipping her arm around his neck, looking up at him, kissing him softly.

Their kiss deepens as she rolls over to face him, wrapping her leg over his waist, she slides her fingers into the back of his hair tugging on it ever so gently, as he slid his hands down her back and onto her ass that he loved so much, Darnell moans softly as Kim kisses the side of his neck gently, settling into her favorite crevice.

“Oh god baby girl, what if the girls wake up?” he asks in a sexy whimper, as his head leans to the side.

“Don’t you worry about them, it’s too early they won’t wake up yet, besides you’ve been a very good boy this year and mommy has a special present for you.” She replies softly in his ear in her sexy little voice as she sucks his earlobe into her mouth, teasing at his earring with her tongue.

Slowly she slides her hand down his body, his back arching, his moans growing louder as her hand comes to rest on his hardened member, wrapping her fingers around it she begins to stroke him ever so gently.

“What does my baby boy want?” she asks softly.

“I…I want my mommy!” he replies in a soft sexy accented whine.

“You want that special present mommy has for you don’t you baby?” she asks as she rolls him onto his back positioning her body over him, taking his member into her hand teasing the tip with her ever so wet pussy.

“UH HUH!!!! OH GOD YES!!!!!!!!” he replies as his breathing begins to deepen.

“Look at me daddy.” She whispers as she interlocks her fingers with his, holding his hands flat against the pillow over his head.

Looking directly at her, she slides her ever so wet pussy down his member inch by inch, feeling her muscles inside her pussy sucking him deeper inside her slowly she starts to grind her hips into him.

“You’re my good boy aren’t you baby?” she asks in her little devious tone as she grinds him a little harder and now deeper.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH’ I AM YOUR GOOD BOY, I AM A VERY GOOD BOY!!!!!!!!” he replies almost in a scream as his back arches once again.

With their hands still locked together she raises them off his pillow, holding them straight out in front of him.

“Well my good boy lock these arms for me and mommy will give you a present that you won’t soon forget.”

Locking his arms as she asked him to, she sits straight up on his member, grinding him a little harder, grinding her hips in little circular motions her muscles clamping down now even tighter around him as she pushes against his hands.

Feeling his cock harden even more as his balls tightened his head goes back, the sexiest look came over his face.

“OHHHHHHHH FUCK PLEASE, PLEASE MOMMY DON’T STOP NOT NOW OH GOD PLEASE DON’T STOP” he lets out in out hell of a sexy screech.

“LET IT GO BABY, COME ON CUM WITH MOMMY” 

When she knew he was just at that point, she pushed herself down onto him as far as she possibly could, just holding herself there, that’s all it took, feeling his member throbbing and all his love juices rolling up his main vein, she felt him push himself up into her, as they both released all their juices together just at the same time, she sat there just rocking on him as she was enjoying what he had just given her and the feeling of his member pulsing inside her. 

Looking into his eyes she could see he started to cry, remaining right where she is she wraps her legs around him, wrapping her arms around his neck she has him sit up, holding onto him, holding him close to her, ever so gently running her fingers through the back of his hair.

“It’s alright baby, don’t cry mommies right here baby I love you.” She whispers softly in his ear.

She couldn’t help but cry with him for she loves him more than anything in this world and she wanted to make their first Christmas together more than special for him.

As they sat together in that position for a while, they decided it was time to get up, they had to put the turkey in the oven and the girls were soon to be awakening, they both got out of bed, got themselves together and proceeded out into the kitchen, as Kim fixed the oven preparing it for the turkey, Darnell being the wonderful man that he is takes the turkey pan out of the refrigerator for her and places it in the oven, just as the oven door closes he turns around taking Kim into his arms, kissing her softly yet deeply.

When suddenly they hear the voices of two beautiful little girls, their kiss breaks looking into each other’s eyes they hug each other for a moment.

“It’s time daddy, the girls are up.” She whispers to him.

“Mommy and Darnell, Santa came, can we open our presents now please can we?” they both asked.

“Well c’mon let’s go.” Darnell replies, as his eyes lit up with happiness.

Taking Kim’s hand they walk into the living room with the girls, Darnell sat on the floor with the girls, helping them to find their individual gifts, Kim sat back just watching the three of them, she was the happiest girl alive at that very moment, for she had her daddy and her two beautiful girls, this was a moment she never wanted to see end for she knew he was happy and she knew they were too.

The girls proceeded to open their gifts, as Darnell and Kim sat there and watched them.

“I’ve been waiting for this very moment for so long Kim.” He says with a tear in his eye.

“I know daddy, believe me I know I’ve waited just as long but its finally here we are all together, and it’s Christmas morning.”

As everyone finishes opening their presents, Kim and Darnell proceeded back into the Kitchen to make their morning coffee and work on dinner.

Kim had her back to Darnell for only a moment when he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning into her, kissing the side of her neck lightly, her shoulders instantly raised to her head, as she moaned softly.

“Oh your such a bad boy.” She says with a little giggle.

“Yeah I am a bad boy, but I cant help it, you smell and taste so damned good.” He replies softly in her ear.

“Oh honey you do too, but we can’t start this now, but I promise you that tonight after the girls go to bed we can then start this all over again.”

“Come on Darnell, let’s go out and do some sliding.” The girls say.

Darnell kisses at Kim’s neck one last time as the girls manage to pull him away from Kim and get him outside.

The girls began throwing snow at Darnell, but he didn’t care he was having a ball just spending time with them, they went off to get the sled, he helped the youngest walk up the sliding hill, as the oldest went on ahead, they spent about an hour and a half outside, as much as he was enjoying himself he couldn’t help but think about that wonderful woman whom was sitting now in the snow at the bottom of the hill, just staring up at him. 

The girls were beginning to get cold, and Darnell was too, they decided it was time to go in, as the girls walked to the house with their sled, Darnell once again took Kim into his arms, kissing her softly.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you.” He asks softly.

“Oh yes I do, just as much as I love you.” She replies.

The four of them proceeded back into the house, they made hot chocolate for the girls and Darnell and Kim enjoyed their coffee, dinner was just about ready, Darnell took the turkey out of the oven, and carved it as Kim fixed up the rest, they all sat down to a wonderful meal, as Kim and Darnell sat side by side, Kim’s hand slipped onto Darnell’s thigh, ever so lightly she ran her nails up and down the inside of his thigh, she felt his body jump as another part of his body was beginning to rise to the occasion, looking over at her with the most wanting look in his eyes, he taps on the top of her hand lightly.

“Now who’s being bad?” he asked softly.

“It’s not me…it’s my fingers.” She replies in her sexy toned giggle.

“You think your funny don’t you my baby girl, you just wait till later, you want to tease me, you just wait.”

As the day was beginning to come to a close the girls put away all their presents while Kim and Darnell cleaned up the dishes, again while she had her back to him washing the dishes Darnell takes her into his arms again, Kissing and nibbling at the side of her neck.

“You wanted to tease me didn’t you baby girl, well now it’s my turn.”

She tried so hard to finish her dishes but he had won, she turned to face him he slides his hands into the sides of her hair leaning in toward her as he kisses her softly and deeply, the girls were getting ready for bed, and she knew it wouldn’t be long and they would have the entire evening alone together.

The girls got into bed and Darnell and Kim went together to tuck them both in, Kissing both of them good night, they both drifted off to sleep.

Kim and Darnell walked back into the living room, sitting on the floor together in front of the wood stove just staring at the fire, Kim sat in silence for a few minutes.

“So tell me baby girl, wasn’t there anything special that you wanted Santa to bring you this year?

“Oh my daddy, Santa came to visit me early this year, I only wished for one thing and that one thing is exactly what I got.”

“Well my silly girl why don’t you tell me what you wished for.”

“I wished that Santa would bring my daddy home to me for Christmas this year and that’s exactly what he did, I got you and that’s the most special thing I could have ever asked for.”

“Well daddy knows there’s one special thing that you have always wanted, and that you’ve never told anyone about but me, do you remember what that is?”

She didn’t have to say a word she knew in an instant just what he was talking about.

“Why don’t you let daddy fulfill that special wish for you, come with me.” He whispers softly as he stands extending his hand for hers.

She stands with him as they walked over in front of the tree, taking her into his arms once more, looking into her eyes as they shown with the lights from the tree, leaning in to her he kisses her, ever so slowly he removes her top, kissing his way down her chest, his fingers finding the top of her jeans he lowers them slowly, helping her to step out of them, gently he lowers her to the floor, right under the edge of the Christmas tree as he positions his body between her legs, leaning down on his lower arms he again looks deep into her eyes as she slides her fingers into the sides of his hair.

“Daddy knows just what you want, and I have just the very special present for you, are you ready baby girl?” he asks softly.

“Yes daddy I’m ready.” She replies softly as she smiles at him.

Reaching down between them he takes his member into his hand ever so slowly guiding it into her, her back arches as she gasps softly, her legs wrap around the small of his back.

“Look at me baby girl.”

Looking directly into each others eyes, he slowly begins to make love to her, just the way she had dreamt about for so long, wrapping her legs around the small of his back, she didn’t want this to end, feeling her body tensing and her muscles grabbing onto his member his body tenses, his member hardens more as his balls tighten, his fingers slide into the sides of her hair, kissing her again only deeper this time, as they push each other over the edge, their bodies trembling slightly from their release, moving in behind her wrapping his arms around her holding her close to him.

“Merry Christmas baby girl.”

“Merry Christmas daddy.”

Christmas Day at the Office



It was Christmas Eve and I was behind my desk finishing a last minute report that was due Monday. I hated it. It sucked but it was my own fault for not taking care of the stupid thing before the holiday season started. 

"Ma'am...what are you doing here?" 

It was the office janitor coming in to start cleaning the top floor. 

"Just finishing up. You're welcome to clean," I said as I looked her over. She was nothing like the person you expected to see cleaning bathrooms or offices. 

"I don't look like a janitor do I?" she said as she caught my eyes looking at her firm breasts, great ass and legs. The kind of legs that should be shown off at all times. 

"Honestly, no you don't," I admitted. 

I found myself smiling for the first time that whole day. 

"Why do you have this kind of job anyway?" I asked.

"I just like to clean," she said and shrugged. "It's quiet here and there's no one bossy to deal with when I'm working...I tried doing homes before and the women were crazy," she said and laughed.

She had a great laugh. 

"I'm Lynn," I said as I extended my hand. She quickly removed her yellow glove and shook my hand.

"I'm Gabriela," she said in a low, sexy voice. 

Instead of letting go of my hand she pulled me closer to her. 

"You like my body?" she asked, now using an innocent tone. 

I somehow managed to say a quick yes and she began to kiss me. Even with the soft smell of cleaning supplies all over her body she felt good on my skin. 

We leaned back onto the desk as we began to kiss deeper. Soon she was undressing me and I was undressing her. The last thing on our minds was someone catching us or security coming by and stopping our fun. Why stop it when they could just watch the security footage from the office? I assumed they were all watching with their cocks already out.

She licked me like a piece of cotton candy. Her tongue found my clit and her finger found my entrance. She licked and ate me until I couldn't hold onto my orgasm and came into her mouth. 

"Tastes better than pumpkin pie," she whispered before my lips found hers and I began to overpower her. 

As I kissed her deeply my fingers found their way to her clit and her wet hole. She whimpered with every touch. My mouth found its way down to her breasts and I began to toy with each of her hard nipples. I licked and hummed over them while my finger continued to move deeper into her body. 

I wondered if she was a women that liked toys because I had plenty at home for us to play with. 

For now, however, my focus was on making her cum. I wanted to taste her sweetness and feel her body tremble inside of my mouth. I kissed soft pecks on her bare stomach before finally getting to the small bush above her juicy V. Her legs opened wide for me and she looked down at me as my finger never stopped rocking back and forth inside of her. She was already close. I knew that once I started licking her, she'd take only seconds to cum. 

I flicked my tongue slowly around her outer lips. She loved it. My finger dug deeper into her. I was able to slide another finger into her greatness as she began moaning and begging for more. Her hips were rocking with every push of my fingers inside of her.

I licked around her whole V until she started placing her hand onto my head. She wanted me to suck it and lick it before she came. She wanted it badly I could tell. It was fun for me to tease her and even more fun for her to be teased. I was driving her crazy.

"Lick me," she begged, growing louder and louder. 

I finally gave in and poked my tongue from my mouth and let it rest on her clit. With three or four flicks of my thick, long tongue her body was shaking. Her legs were holding onto my face and her pussy didn't let go of my fingers. She was screaming and moaning like a wild person. But it only got better when I noticed that my fingers were coated in her white cum. 

She had squirted all over my hand and chest. 

The smiles on both of our faces were stuck there for the next few minutes. 

She finally got her tired, satisfied body to move and began to dress quickly in the corner. Without a word, she collected all the trash bags from the trashcans and walked out.

That was the best Christmas I ever spent at work!

I sat there, still with a smile on my face, and hoped that after the holiday I could make her cum harder in the privacy of my home.



Christmas Delight



My first (!) solo Literotica submission. And a big thanks goes out CharleyH, for inspiring me to write this after reading her own Holiday submission, "'Twas the Night..." (and if you haven't read it, what are the heck are you waiting for?!), but even more so a thanks to her for spending a fair part of this year writing with me and teaching me the finer points of great erotica (as well as putting the final touches on this submission for me as editor!). Charley, you are, quite simply, the best! Merry Christmas! xoxo

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Our friends were hosting their ninth annual Christmas party. My wife Jess was one of the original attendees, and I had been to the last four. The first three I attended as the boyfriend and now I was going as a spouse. My wife had grown up with the hostess and many of her friends there, and they had all been a close knit group since grade school.

These parties had grown significantly in size over the years, as participants had married and families had enlarged. There were now over 30 people invited, and I scarcely knew half of them. The core group of my wife's friends saw each other frequently throughout the year, birthday parties and whatnot, and that was the group I spent most of my time with.

Jess and I were one of the first couples to arrive. Her best friend and hostess Sarah greeted us at the door with the obligatory hugs and kisses. While my wife ran off with Sarah, her husband Jeff waved me into the family room, where Jimmy was setting up shop. Jimmy was the party's designated bartender, a designation he took exceptional pride in. Every year he'd invent a more fantastic, and seemingly more alcoholic drink just for this occasion. 

"Hello Jeff. Jimmy." I shook hands and saddled up to his makeshift bar. Jimmy was wearing his typical Hawaiian shirt, Christmas themed, of course, a repeating pattern of Santa Claus in swim trunks. He reclined in a deck chair with a coconut drink in hand, under the shade of a wide palm tree on the beach. It fit Jimmy to a tee. He always believed his namesake to be Jimmy Buffet, and he patterned his lifestyle accordingly.

"How's it going, Pete. Good to see you again. What can I get for you?"

"A beer is good for now. Too early for the hard stuff. What have you got in the works for the women?" Jimmy was one of the few bachelors left among us. My thought was he kept the women at the party drinking his special concoctions to make it easier for him to take advantage of them later on.

"Oh, I've got a great one this year." He pulled out a large punch bowl from beneath the bar. The mixture inside was a neon blue, and I could smell the sweetness from where I was standing. "I call it – 'Christmas Delight'." He stood beaming, and poured me a small glass to sample. I drank warily.

"Hmm, not bad. And it doesn't taste as strong as your usual punches do."

"That's what you think." He winked at me. "This is my most potent drink yet. I used a special European vodka, almost flavorless, but still 198 proof. Then I mask it with different fruit juices and liqueurs. Trust me, Pete, it'll do a number on you if you're not paying attention."

"Wow. Thanks for the warning." I smiled at him and walked off to the kitchen to see what Sarah had cooked up for snacks, a nice assortment of veggies, crackers, and little weenies on a stick. I munched away while waiting for some others to arrive. Sarah's sister Jill found me over the Chex Mix.

"Peter! Great to see you!" She grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me full on the lips. Jill was one of the most sensual women I had ever met, and she had initially freaked me out with her practice of full mouth kissing. I found out later that was just her personal way of greeting people. Very personal. Still, it was quite a turn on, and I'm pretty sure she realized that. "Where's Jess?"

"She went off with Sarah when we got here. I haven't seen her since." I looked Jill over. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck and tight faded jeans, her breasts and ass nicely accentuated. She had a body to kill for. She caught me looking and tweaked my nipples with affection. "Ah! Um, where's David?"

"Oh, Cindy and Mark just arrived. I'm sure wherever she goes, you'll be sure to find him."

Cindy was Sarah's other sister, and she was easily the most strikingly attractive of the women there. Long, blonde hair, perfect breasts and an attitude that flaunted her assets. She was extremely flirtatious, and numerous times I'd find myself getting wrapped up in her presence. I don't know if Jill considered her a threat, or if she just wanted to be the center of attention herself, but it was obvious she didn't really think very highly of her. 

"So, Peter," Jill closed in on me again, leaning against my chest, "What have you asked Santa for this year?"

"Umm, new gloves?" I stood like a deer in the headlights as she rubbed herself up against me.

"Cold hands? Poor Peter. Let me feel..." She took my right hand into hers, rubbed it quickly between her own, then lifted one of my fingers to her mouth, rubbing my fingertip against her lips. "You know, I could warm them for you..."

"Hello, Jill. Is that my husband's finger you're sucking?" My wife walked into the kitchen with Sarah, smiling at me. Both had a glass of "Christmas Delight" in hand, already half empty.

"Jessie!" Jill squealed and left me to run over to my wife, planting a deep kiss square on her lips. Freedom! I took the opportunity to run back into the family room and grab another beer from Jimmy. He saw me coming and opened one automatically.

"How's the punch business going so far?" I asked, as he handed me my beer.

"Pete, you wouldn't believe it. This may be my best year yet. I'm already on my second bowl."

"Second? That's impressive. Who's your best customer so far?"

"Well, your wife is already on her second glass." He smiled at me knowingly. "That should make for a very special night for you."

"I'm sure it will." My wife lost all inhibitions when drunk, as Jimmy was well aware. They were friends from way back. Maybe more than friends, but Jess never told me. I wasn't sure why. Still, it was early in the night, and I'd have to keep my eye on her. 

"And Cindy is already on her third, and she just got here..."

"Jimmy!" It was Cindy's husband, Mark. He and Jimmy were childhood friends as well. "What the hell are you doing to my wife?! She's already slurring her speech, and we've only been here a half hour! Are you deliberately trying to get her drunk?"

"Dude, I just serve the drinks. Pleasing the customer is my only responsibility. Besides, what are you complaining for? If I know Cindy, this punch will work magic for you." Jimmy offered Mark a sip. He swallowed it in one shot.

"Not bad. I can see why Cindy likes these so much. It's like liquid candy. And anyway, I'm not worried about her tonight, its tomorrow morning that I'll have to deal with."

"Ah, you say that every year. Go have fun."

"Thanks a lot. Hey Pete, you want to shoot some pool with me?" Sarah and Jeff had built out a whole rec center in their basement, complete with pool table. I loved to play, and jumped at the opportunity.

"Sure thing!" I grabbed another couple of beers from Jimmy and headed downstairs.

Mark and I played for about an hour and a half, splitting our games evenly at 3 a piece. He wanted to play a final tiebreaker, but I thought it might be prudent to check up on the party upstairs. I could hear quite a bit of laughter from above. First though, I wanted to get another update from Jimmy.

"How's it going, man?" His "Christmas Delight" punch bowl was nearly empty.

"Unbelievable. Dude, I've gone through 6 bowls of bunch, and it's only 11:30. I'm running out of drinks!"

"Hey, if you want to run out and grab more, I can tend bar for a bit."

"Really?" He looked eternally grateful. His pride was on the line, and he hated to disappoint.

"Sure. Let me just check in with Jess."

"Last I saw her she was in the living room with Cindy and Sarah."

"Thanks."

I walked into the living room, and found my wife. Cindy was sitting in an easy chair, and my wife was sitting on the floor between her legs, while Cindy was running her fingers through her hair. There were about six girls in the room, and they were giggling non-stop.

"Hey, hon." I walked over to her. She looked up at me with liquid eyes and quickly pulled me down and kissed me full on the mouth. She tasted wholly of "Christmas Delight".

"Hey hon, yourself. What have you been up to? I haven't seen Jill around here either..." She looked up at me with a drunken smile.

"I have been innocently playing pool with Mark, in the basement. I just came in here to let you know I'd be spelling Jimmy at the bar for a bit while he runs out for more supplies."

"Good idea." Cindy slurred. "We don't want to run out of this punch!" She giggled at herself then waved me over to her. "Could you do me a favor, 'hon'?"

"Sure, Cindy, what do you need?"

"Another glass of punch." She started giggling uncontrollably, as did the other girls, who also chimed in with orders. "And one more thing..." I leaned over in order to hear her better when she took my face in her hands and kissed me as passionately as Jess had. "Sorry, Jess," she apologized to my wife, "I got a bit jealous for a sec."

"No worries." Jess said, "That just means I owe Mark a little something of my own."

I rolled my eyes. These girls were gone. I went to Jimmy and filled as many glasses as I could with the punch. I brought them back to the girls to great applause, and then sent Jimmy on his way. He was back before I knew it.

"Thanks, dude! Now I can take over again. First thing, I need to refill that punch bowl!"

"Not a problem. Glad to help." I walked back into the living room. There wasn't as much giggling as before, but I noticed all the glasses were drained. And Cindy and Jess had switched places, with Jess now rubbing Cindy's shoulders.

"God, Jess. If you were a guy, I'd take you home with me." Cindy's eyes were closed and her head was rolling on her shoulders.

"Tease. You already have a guy. Or have you already forgotten about Mark?" My wife was eating up her compliments. 

"Mark doesn't do this for me. You really have the touch. God, that feels good..." I leaned within the doorway to watch, oddly fascinated at the sight of my wife massaging another woman. 

"Really? It does?" My wife proceeded to rub her hands down, under the neckline of Cindy's shirt. I watched as her fingers rubbed down over the tops of her breasts.

"Mmm. Shut up, girl. You know just what you're doing." Cindy clumsily reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it drop down off her breasts. This gave my wife free rein to reach down even further, and I watched as she brought her hands down over her nipples. The other girls were just watching them, as transfixed as I was. I had never known Jess to have bisexual tendencies, at least not that she ever told me about. But maybe there was more to my wife than I knew. I continued watching as my wife pulled Cindy's hair to the side, and began kissing her neck. Cindy groaned.

"Jess? Oh god, what are you doing to me?" Cindy was in a complete haze, given all the "Christmas Delight" she must have consumed by now. She turned and lifted her head to meet my wife's mouth with her own, as my wife continued to rub her breasts and tweak her nipples. I wasn't sure what was happening, and I wasn't sure how to feel. The male side of me was getting aroused, my cock struggling for room in my jeans, but the husband side of me was baffled. I looked around the room. Several men had come in the other doorway, and were watching as well, including Mark and David. 

Cindy turned herself completely around, getting up on her knees to face Jess, so she could fondle her breasts as well. I watched, in silence with the rest of the party, as the two girls explored each other. My wife began moaning, and Cindy's knee moved up against her pussy. She slipped down, and sucked one of Cindy's nipples into her mouth. Cindy groaned and stood up, grabbing Jess by the hand and leading her towards me.

"Excuse me, Peter." She stumbled past me and took my wife up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. As she passed me, my wife looked at me with hunger in her eyes, only I knew the hunger wasn't for me. Not this time. I watched her ass sway as she headed upstairs, and in total confusion I walked back around to Jimmy.

"Hey, dude. Another beer?"

"Not this time, Jimmy." I poured myself a tall glass of "Christmas Delight", and downed it in one shot.

"Whoa, Pete! Take it easy with this stuff. I made the batch especially strong this time." He voiced genuine concern. Wonder if he voiced the same concern to my wife as she polished off glass after glass?

"That's fine, Jimmy. I like them strong." I poured myself another full glass, and thinking better of downing another one so quickly, I took it with me outside into the cold night air. It was December in Chicago, and there was a good two feet of snow on the ground. Everything around me looked so white and beautiful. The tree branches were lined in icy snow, and I could hear the wind whistling through them.

"Hey, handsome. What are you doing out here?" It was Jill. I hadn't noticed her sitting on the porch as I walked out..

"Getting some fresh air. What about you?"

"Same thing. I was in there with my husband, but he seemed a little too concerned with what Cindy and your wife were doing."

"Yeah. That's kind of what brought me out here." I looked down at the ground. The "Christmas Delight" seemed to be kicking in. "Not your husband, just my wife."

"Hmm. Hey, I have an idea!" Jill stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the snow with her. "Let's make some snow angels!"

"Umm, isn't it a little cold..?" She frowned at me then threw me backward, into the snow. I lost my footing, and fell smack on my back. I laughed, and decided to go with the flow, waving my arms and legs up and down, looking up at the clear, night sky, filled with stars. Jill was flailing around on the ground at my side. I stopped and watched the sky, as the stars seemed to start spinning around. I felt Jill lean over to me, her warm breath on my cheek.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Absolutely." 

"Hands cold?" I laughed at her joke. Funny girl. 

"A little bit."

"Not as cold as mine!" I jumped as she slipped her hand under the waist of my jeans, grabbing a hold of my cock and balls with a very cold hand, which immediately shrunk me to pre-pubescent size.

"Yow! Stop that!" I went to pull her hand out when she rolled on top my chest, sideways, pinning me down, and kissed me deeply. I lost myself for a moment, and began kissing back. Her hand began to warm, and my cock began to grow. Her long fingers reached down, cupping my balls and squeezing gently, then moving slowly back up my length, gripping the head while twisting her wrist. My precum leaked out into her hand, and she used it to lubricate my cock and increase her pace. I started moaning in her mouth, and then she leaned up onto my chest and whispered to me.

"God, Peter, your dick is so smooth. Feel my hand sliding up and down, so easily? Does this feel good to you? My hand isn't so cold anymore, is it?" She was teasing me, and loving every minute of it.

"No. Not so cold. Not anymore." My eyes were closed and my world was spinning, as much from her hand movements as the alcohol. She licked my ear, and whispered to me again.

"Let's go back inside." She got up off me and helped pull me to my feet. I could definitely feel the "Christmas Delight" now. What was I thinking? I teetered along behind her as she pulled me back into the house. I looked briefly over into the family room, where Jimmy was. He was standing in front of his empty punch bowl, his head back, eyes closed. From below the bar I could see someone kneeling below him. Someone was blowing him off. "Christmas Delight", indeed.

Jill pulled me up the staircase, and I stumbled. I remembered this was where Jess and Cindy had gone. I froze in my steps, not sure what might be happening up there. Not sure I wanted to find out. 

"Oh no, Peter. No stopping now." I got back to my feet and obediently followed. We got upstairs and she hurriedly pushed open a door into an empty bedroom. She threw me on the bed.

"Jill? Are you sure we should be doing this?" I was a mess of mixed emotions. My cock was still rock hard, and I was still reeling from watching my wife go off with Cindy. What was she doing now? I felt Jill unbutton my jeans and pull them off me. My world starting spinning again as she grabbed my cock.

"Yes, Peter. We should." she said and then quickly dropped between my legs and engulfed me in her mouth. I felt her tongue run circles around the head, as her hand pumped the base. I groaned, and my hips began moving involuntarily as she hummed "Mmm..."

It was then I heard the voices from the room next door.

"Oh, Jess. Oh god, that feels so good..."

It was Cindy's voice. Moaning my wife's name. I sat up in bed, jarring Jill. She released my cock from her mouth and looked up at me.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Listen..."

"Jess, right there. Keep licking right there. Oh, yes..."

Jill frowned at me. She recognized Cindy's voice as well. I sat up, and without my pants snuck into the hall and up to the door of the room they were in. The door was slightly ajar. I slowly pushed it open to look inside. 

I saw Cindy on a chair in the far corner of the room, naked, her legs spread wide and hanging over the arms. My wife was kneeling between her legs, bobbing her head slowly up and down in Cindy's crotch. Standing around them were a group of assorted guys and girls watching the scene unfold, including Jill's husband David. She was right, he always stayed close to Cindy. A table light was on, which cast a dim glow throughout the room. Jill came up behind me.

"Let me see!" She pushed in front of me, looked around and saw Cindy and Jess, then saw her husband. He had just pulled his cock free from his pants, and was absently-mindedly stroking it, staring directly at Cindy.

"Bastard..." Jill muttered. She reached behind herself for my hand, and finding it pulled it under her turtleneck to her breast. Her nipples were rock hard. I rubbed them tightly between my fingertips, and as I stood behind her I began to unbutton her jeans with my other hand. 

"God, Jess. You're going to make me cum again. Don't stop. Please, don't stop." My wife increased her pace, I heard the sound of her slurping, her face wet with Cindy's juices, and Cindy began to pant. Jill and I watched, fondling one another, as David moved towards Cindy, cock in hand, stroking with purpose now. Cindy watched as he approached, and reached out for him. Reached out for his cock. He moved it towards her mouth.

Jill gasped at the sight. I pulled her jeans down hard, and while still tweaking her nipple I jabbed two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, easily sliding them in and out.

"Harder, Peter. You have to fuck me harder... C'mon..." She continued to watch as her husband pumped his cock into Cindy's mouth, and she backed her hips forcefully into my hand. My fingers pounded into her. She lost her grip on my cock and begin to tremble. Cindy removed David's cock from her mouth, and pumped it rapidly with her hand as she began to come.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! Jess, I'm cumming..." David came at the same time, shooting his cum all over Cindy. She released her hold on him, and he staggered back into the group of watchers.

Jill grunted, as her orgasm wracked her body under my fingers. She tensed up for almost a minute, waves cascading through her, then her body collapsed back into mine, my hard cock now buried in the small of her back, smearing it with precum.




Christmas Delight



"Stop! Oh god, Jess, you have to stop now. I can't take it anymore." Cindy pushed my wife's head away, her face shining with juices, and Cindy dropped down to the floor to kiss her, David's cum spreading between their lips. Cindy slowly moved down to my wife's breasts, and began suckling her nipples. "It's your turn now, 'hon'." As she sucked on her nipples she moved her fingers between Jess's legs, and she began to moan.

The watchers in the group were becoming much more animated, probably spurred on by David's involvement. Couples were kissing, fondling one another, and any single men now had their cocks in hand and ready. I noticed Mark, Cindy's husband, standing next to David. He seemed hardly surprised at the event, and his extended cock looked as hard as mine was.

My wife was moaning hard as Cindy sliced through her pussy with her fingers, still licking her nipples. She wasn't going to last long. My wife comes easily, and Cindy seemed to know just what buttons to press. Just as Jess was about to cum, Cindy stopped. 

"What? No... oh, Cindy, don't stop... please... oh, Cindy, I need to cum so bad..." My wife was beside herself. She reached down to rub herself, and Cindy moved her hands away. 

"Soon, Jess, just get on your knees." My wife groaned in frustration, but still rolled up onto her knees. Cindy waved at her husband, calling him over, before sliding under Jess and slipping her tongue inside her pussy.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Like that." I hadn't ever seen my wife in this state. She was beyond control. As Cindy rolled her tongue to lick her clit, Mark moved in from behind, positioning his cock right at the opening of my wife's pussy. 

I was startled at what was about to happen, but my cock was never harder and I was powerless to move. Jill's eyes were huge as she looked back at me to gauge my reaction. She grabbed a hold of my cock for me, and slowly began stroking it.

I watched as Mark began to slide his cock up and down between the lips of Jess's pussy, as Cindy licked her clit and began massaging his balls. She took aim of his cock in her hand, and began guiding it slowly into my wife. Jess shot her head up at the penetration, and looked behind to find Mark. She look worried, briefly, but as he pushed deep into her she just closed her eyes and pushed right back. 

Jill spit in her hand, and used it to lube my cock. She guided it towards her ass. I knew then what she wanted me to do. I added my own spit, and holding her hips slowly began sliding my cock into her ass. She leaned over in the doorway, and pushed back against me, mimicking the movements of my wife.

Mark started to thrust back and forth into my wife, his own wife underneath, alternatively licking the base of his cock and my wife's clit. Occasionally Mark would slip his cock wholly out, and his wife would reach up and suck his cock deep within her throat, leaving Jess crying for more. Several couples in the room were fully undressed now, and David had his hard on back in his hand. Jill was grunting loudly as I began fucking her with vigor.

"Fuck me, Peter. Fuck my ass. You feel so hard, so good. Fuck me hard!" She was much louder than the first time she came, as if she wanted David to hear her, and if that was the reason behind her screams she succeeded. David turned towards us, cock in hand, and watched me as I fucked his wife in the ass.

"Mark, oh god, Mark..." He was pumping furiously into my wife now, as Cindy sucked on her clit and played with her tits. "I'm cumming Mark, I'm cumming for you..."

Mark groaned, and I could tell by the expression on his face he was unloading into her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as she started cumming, as he grabbed her by the hips and pounded hard into her. The scene was too much, I couldn't hold myself back.

"Jill, oh fuck, I'm going to cum..." Jill heard me and increased her tempo. I felt my cock spasm and my cum spurt out into her ass. David was standing right in front of us, fucking his hand for all it was worth. After my movements stopped, Jill extracted herself from my cock, and turned to kiss me.

"Thank you, Peter. Thank you so very much." She turned around and dropped down to her knees in front of her husband, and swallowed his cock whole in her mouth. 

I looked back to Jess. She had collapsed, and was lying on her back while Cindy ate Mark's cum from her pussy. Mark was already getting dressed. He saw me in the doorway and smiled awkwardly. I smiled back at him, out of reflex more than anything else, but I was still a bit more than confused. I turned away and walked back downstairs. Jimmy was busy packing up his bar supplies.

"Hey dude, haven't seen you in a bit. Thanks for stepping in for me earlier. Everything work out for you?" Jimmy was smiling as usual, and I noticed his new "girlfriend" was fast asleep on the couch next to him.

"Somewhat. It looks like things worked out very well for you." I motioned to the girl.

"Oh yeah. My "Christmas Delight" was quite a hit. Going to be hard to top it next year." He beamed with pride.

"I can't wait. Take care, Jimmy." I grabbed my coat and my wife's from the closet and sat down in the kitchen to wait. Most of partygoers had left, and only a few stragglers remained. I heard Sarah wish a few friends goodbye, and she came in the kitchen.

"Oh! Hi Pete..." She seemed a bit nervous. "Quite a party this year, huh?"

"Yes. Quite a party." I didn't feel much like small talk.

"Um, I think I saw Jess coming down the stairs... Oh, there she is!"

My wife walked into kitchen, fully clothed now, although a bit more disheveled than when we had arrived. I could smell her sex as she sat down next to me.

"Time to go home?" she mumbled. Her eyes were glazed over, and she seemed pretty out of it. A little too much "Christmas Delight", I thought.

"Sure. I already have your coat." I helped her into her coat and we thanked Sarah for the party. As we were heading towards the front door, Mark was helping Cindy down the stairs. She could barely walk.

"Hey Jimmy! Thanks a lot!" Mark yelled at his friend. Jimmy winked back at him, as he put on his own coat and tried to wake up his "girlfriend".

"Hey Pete. That was a great game of pool." Mark held out his hand for me, as if to say no harm done. I shook it.

"Yeah, Mark. It was. We'll see you soon. Night, Cindy." Cindy tried to hold up her head, and mumbled something that sounded sort of like 'good night' and then collapsed back into her husband's arms.

I took Jess to the car, and helped her in. Our home was only a few miles from Sarah and Jeff's, and the car barely had time to warm in the cold night air. I helped Jess into our house, up the stairs into our bedroom. I undressed her and lay her down in bed. Even asleep, she looked so beautiful. I ran my fingers over her body, some parts still sticky with cum. I couldn't help but look down at her pussy, her hair matted down, her lips still puffy. I could still smell her, and I felt myself getting aroused again. I knelt down to her pussy, and licked it gently. It tasted of sex, and the flavor was intoxicating. I spread her legs apart, inhaled deeply, then slowly licked around the outside of her pussy, cleaning her lips. She started to moan a bit, still asleep but clearly getting aroused herself as she wriggled under me. I licked deep inside her, and tasted Mark's cum still there. I took my time and cleaned her out, and watched as her clit engorged with blood. I looked up at her. She was awake now, and she had the same look of hunger in her eyes as she had when she went upstairs with Cindy. 

"Fuck me." was all she said. That's all I needed to hear. I lifted myself up and plunged deep inside her, as the wind whistled through the tree branches, lined with icy snow.



Christmas Dinner



The small kitchen was hot. Steaming in fact. This despite the fact that the window was open to the damp, overcast day outside. The oven was throwing out a lot of heat as the turkey merrily sizzled in its own juices. It's wonderful aroma pervading the air throughout the entire apartment.

Surrounded by saucepans, spatulas and spoons, I suddenly noticed I was being watched. I wiped my hands on the tea towel tucked into the waist of my jeans. You were leaning against the door with an amused expression on your face.

"Good grief, you look like the Sorcerer's Apprentice here, can I clean up some pans for you?"

"Sure, that would be great. Here, grab this apron so you don't splash that lovely outfit." I tossed you the butcher's apron hanging on the back of the door.

I was immediately engrossed again in the delicate preparation of the green bean bundles au gratin. I was holding the beans tight in my left hand, and carefully sliding the carrot ring down them. I couldn't help a smile, as the sexual similarity of slipping on a cock ring came into my mind. 

Then I caught sight of you, and what a sight to behold! I drew in a big intake of breath. You were running the water into the sink and filling it with dish washing soap and fluffing up the bubbles. Then you carefully stacked the used dishes and saucepan lids in there. Your arms were immersed up to the elbows in the hot soapy water. What had taken my breath away, however, was that while you had indeed donned the apron, you had also removed every other stitch of clothing you had on, except for the strappy patent leather sandals, that is. You had brought the ties around your back and then to the front again, tucking the length of the apron into them before tying it in a big bow. The effect was decidedly stimulating. The long square top was slipped down to barely cover your ample breasts. The short apron skirt in front came to mid-thigh, and the back – well the back was completely bare. What a ravishing sight to see!

I put down my colander of beans and went to the sink to rinse my hands. Did I say my kitchen is small? Well, there was only one way to reach the sink as far as I could see. That was to stand right behind you and put my arms around you and press my front against your bare back. 

The fork I had been holding clattered to the floor, and I stooped to pick it up. Then realizing the possibilities I bent my knees further, when just at that moment you shifted your weight and spread your legs a little further apart. My breath was completely taken away!

Totally transfixed, I gazed up at those beautiful brown tinged lips, and immediately licked my own in response. I stood up placing the fork on the draining board next to the sink. I leant against your bare back and felt myself grow measurably in just a few seconds. 

It was hopeless of course. I just couldn't resist pulling up some soap bubbles and placing a blob on each bosom. You spun around and pulled me very close to you, so that I was forced to grip your rounded buttocks with my warm bubbly hands. 

"Mmmm, you've been sampling" you murmured, as you gave me a lavish kiss full on the lips. "You taste delicious."

"And you taste pretty sumptuous too." I remarked, as I buried my lips into your bare shoulder. 

Pretty soon the kitchen had become too hot to bear. You drew back and said, "This won't do, we'll never get everything organized at this rate before they all come."

"Well I could come pretty quickly." I retorted. 

Reluctantly I stepped back, the tucked in tea towel barely hiding my vigorous erection. 

For a while I finished up the beans and started on the Béchamel sauce. Pretty soon you had washed and dried all the pans I had been using. The kitchen began to have order restored once more. 

"Perhaps I should start to set the dinner table?" You suggested. "Where's the tablecloth?" 

I went to the linen cupboard and pulled out the festive embroidered cloth we traditionally used for the Christmas table.

"Come and help me get it straight on the table, will you?" And you were off down the corridor. I couldn't believe I was following a bare bum in a sort of hypnotic trance. My eyes riveted to the shapely swinging hips, accentuated by the high heeled shoes.

We reached the dining room and each took ends of the large table cloth, flipped it in the air, and watched it settle into place on the mahogany table. We stretched out some of the creases, and I stood back to watch as you fastidiously smoothed out more wrinkles, leaning and stretching over the long table to reach the top. 

It was just too much to handle! Your derrière invitingly positioned in an elevated posture. I slid my arms around your waist, "Gosh, I do love you." I slobbered into your neck. Somehow you were pushing back against me and I grew stiff again in a split second. 

I ran my hands through the open sides of the apron to fondle those perfect breasts. You leaned further over the table resting on your forearms. Was I imagining it, or were you rubbing from side to side against the front of my jeans, like a cat asking to be fed?

Common sense fled out of the window, as I ripped off the protective tea cloth, and fought frantically with my belt and zipper. In my haste I was hopping from foot to foot and kicking at my shoes to liberate myself from the encumbrance of all of the clothes.

Freed at last, I found that you had turned round to regard me with that amused smile again. "What?" I exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed by my own antics. In reply you grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me towards you. My hands ran down the length of your back to one of their favourite places, cupping your firm, rounded buttocks. 

"Mmmm." I heard, as you started kissing me a little deeper, your fingers raking through my hair. I felt the stiff linen of the apron rubbing against my upright penis, and it heightened the sensitivity even more. But with a mind of its own, my right hand slipped down and raised the layer of fabric, so that I was gently resting against your mass of tight curls. Oh, what heaven, the feel of them tickling my foreskin. Junior Boy took on a life of his own, and when I stopped kissing you so that I could look at you properly, I saw the amused smile had become perhaps a little more mischievous. Did I detect that your breathing was heavier? You ran your tongue provocatively over your upper lip, and I sighed helplessly. 

I felt your hands slide down over my buttocks, and you whispered into my neck, "We have to go and fix the Christmas Dinner!" 

"It can wait, there'll never be another moment in time like this one." And I slowly turned you around and undid the bow at the nape of your neck, stopping to kiss the graceful groove below your hair. As I unwrapped the ties and gently slid down the apron top, I brushed your nipples lightly with my hands. I felt you inhale deeply, leaning your back against my chest. 

Now I felt an insistent throbbing in my groin, an aching to be inside you. But I knew from our past love making that there were other delights waiting for me first. The apron fell to the floor and my hand was pressing against the springy curls. As my fingers probed gently between your legs I discovered that moisture was already gathering on the wiry hair. 

"Ooooohh" I moaned in ecstatic anticipation, and you responded likewise. I took your hands in mine and slide them forward across the starched tablecloth. 

"Oh grief, it's so hot in here, or is it just me? I feel like a furnace." Then I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and leaned across your back once more, whispering,

"You know I like to make you feel good darling. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than that." 

"And you do!" you responded.

"I like to let my fingers do the talking."

"Well, I do like it when your fingers talk to me, I really like to be touched gently for a long time, you know you have magic in your hands." 

"I aim to please, what can I say?" 

"Mmmm, you do don't you? You are such a fantastic lover, darling." 

So I rested my head on the table and reached up to draw a succulent nipple into my mouth. My tongue sliding all round those tips, and my lips enclosing them and sucking gently, tasting your skin and licking under your breasts. I start to make love marks, to let every one know that you are mine, and I am yours.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I love that too! God, that feels so good!"

My fingers are working at the same time, stroking your thighs on the out side down to your knees, and then slipping in between your thighs to stroke and tickle their way back up to that nest of curls that they love so much. And soon they are stroking over that heavenly patch, and pressing against your sensual and moistening love tube.

"Ah, but you're arriving too soon - the rest of the skin wants its fair share first…"

You jump the gun, because my fingers have already moved onto to your belly and linger round your belly button and do their dance of love all over that area of smooth delight, and slide slowly up to fondle your breasts again. Then my fingers can no longer resist, with your left breast still safely snuggled into my left hand, I reach down with my right, and find my eager finger is sucked between the slippery creases of your tunnel of love.

My fingers gently squeeze your nipples at the same time and then run around that delicious areola as the nipple pushes forward to greet me. 

"Oh, I love the way you do that, sweetheart. You have just the right touch." 

My heart swells with pride. My lips travel down your body kissing and licking every square centimeter, working there way back to that patch of curls, and I rub my face against those blonde curls. I can tell by the twitching of my nose that you are becoming aroused. How I love that exotic fragrance. If I could only bottle that ambrosia, I would be the richest man on earth.

Now my lips are kissing your inner thighs, and down to your knees then back up. My tongue sensing the heat rising from that silky smooth skin, and my kisses get more passionate. The delicious aroma begins to fill my nostrils, and urges me on to perform even greater feats of selfless pleasuring. Now I see the moisture glistening on those lovely lips, and my tongue flicks out and gathers up a drop of this heavenly nectar that has been produced just for me. 

"Oh, baby!" You croon at me. And, oh the taste is from another world, it makes me feel so good. My tongue probes further between those sweet lips to find that beautiful secret passage, and it slides inside you and licks you and then is out again. I'm being everso gentle now, so that I don't over-stimulate that sensitive area, peaking beneath its protective hood. 

My wand is so hard and strong, and you reach behind you to take it in your hand and pull me gently towards you. You encourage me to lie over you as your legs and thighs open wide to allow me between them and I feel you guiding me towards that centre of love. The secretions allowing me to slide into you without discomfort; upward and inward I slide, feeling you squeeze me and I respond so that you know that I am sensitive to your needs. 

"Oh sweetie, I love it when I can squeeze you from inside. That feels totally wonderful." 

What a fantastic feeling, I am almost ecstatic, and you pull me deeper inside you and I feel as though I am in another world where sensation follows sensation as I gently move back and forth. And you produce more and more nectar, just for me. 

I want to make you feel what loving is all about. I know men haven't treated you right in the past, and I plan to make up for every misdeed that has ever happened to you. I want to treat you with all the love and tenderness that you deserve. While I slowly increase my thrusting rhythm, my right hand stimulates and gently massages your sacred pearl, feeling it start to throb and grow beneath my touch. My left hand tugs more insistently on that outthrust nipple. I hope I'm not going to make you lopsided by giving so much attention to one side. Oh well, next time I will just have to switch hands, that's all. 

"Oh, yes darling, this is heavenly." You murmur and I am charged with even more energy to continue my ministrations. Now I am nibbling your long, graceful neck hidden beneath the golden hair. Our play is effortless for me, bringing me such divine pleasure to see you feeling this good. That sensual aroma is in my nostrils now, and a powerful urge comes over me to lick it all up and taste the ambrosial fluid that our love produces for me. The heady perfume increases, I see your fingers curl tightly and your body stretch as tight as a violin bow. Suddenly my fingers are soaked with clover-scented nectar. 

"Darling, I could pick you out blindfolded in a darkened room by that wonderful aroma. No-one else smells as wonderful as you." And immediately I feel the contractions from within squeeze and release me over and over again. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, sweetheart. You are the most incredible lover in the entire world." And you flop your head down onto the table, relaxed and smiling. After a few moments, you wriggle out from under me and vault lightly onto the table onto your back, drawing me down on top of you. 

I still can't quite believe we are doing this, but I certainly don't need a second invitation. I am bursting with desire to feel you encircle me, but first my fingers must separate those lovely labia, to reach that tunnel of love that is awash with the wonderful water of life and glide easily into the warm, wet comfort of home. 

Now I am nibbling your top lip, and then your bottom lip, and then put both lips together and explore them with my tongue.

"Oh how lovely." You breathe between kisses. "I love kissing you so much." 

And I feel the tip of your tongue dancing with mine. Then I kiss each of your closed eyelids in turn, and then start to suck on your neck. But you give my head a friendly push lower down, thrusting a breast up to meet me saying, "Don't forget we have guests tonight!"

In response I reach my hand under your right breast and push it up so that your areola enters my lips and I suck a little harder. "Can't let this one feel neglected now can we?" 

"Oh lover, it feels fantastic to have you so close to me. So close that it is as if we are joined together as one, not knowing where one of us ends and the other begins." 

So we kiss more passionately, this time and our tongues jive together like they have been set alight by the feelings that are flowing through our bodies. And I feel myself reach another level of pleasure, a glorious plateau of ecstasy, and I bask in the new sensation enjoying every aspect of it as it washes over my body. 

"This is so delightful, total bliss, I could just soak this up for ages." You tell me. But a powerful urge is overtaking me and I am raised to yet another level. I am driven to heights that I have never reached before. And then before I know it I am pumping my seeds deep inside you.

A deep guttural groan rolls out of my throat. If this is heaven, well then I'm in it. 

We lie together on the table top, both completely spent, but at the same time delightfully relaxed and fulfilled. 

Eventually you push my weight up from your stomach a little, and since I am still wearing my watch I catch sight of the time. 

"Oh my God! Look at the time" I pry my sticky body away from yours, and pull you up off the table. We quickly come back to reality and head down to the bathroom for a quick shower together. I go back to the kitchen to baste the turkey, taking particular notice of how succulent it is. 

Meanwhile you get dressed and seek out another tablecloth from the linen cupboard and set about organizing the dinner table. 

There are 12 of us for dinner that day. Four generations of family, and you. At some time during the main course, my son asks me, "Dad, how come you didn't use the Christmas tablecloth this year?" I try to keep a straight face, but seeing you hiding a laugh behind you hand makes it extra hard to do. 

"Oh," I say, "it had a stain on it, so we used this one instead!" And I see you trying very hard not to laugh out loud as your eyes look down at the table laden with festive fare, where only an hour earlier it bore our naked bodies entwined in a wonderful Christmas feast of their own making. 

"Well," says my daughter, "this is the best Christmas dinner ever, Dad. You outdid yourself this year." 

And I see your eyes twinkle as you concurred, saying "Yes, he certainly did!"

Hope you liked this festive story – don't forget to give it a vote! Kristi. 



Christmas Discovery



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This is my first story ever shared with the public so any comments are welcome. 

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I felt foolish, it's freezing and snowing outside, as I walk to my boyfriend's house. We're supposed to be going to a huge Christmas party at a friend's house but for some reason Tom, my boyfriend, didn't want to come pick me up but instead convinces me to walk to his house. 

Why do I feel foolish you may be wondering? We'll because I dressed to impress, as always, but also because it's a themed Christmas party. Pimps and Ho Ho Ho's and I found this sexy little red Christmas dress at the adult store. It's a strapless red plush dress with faux fur trim along the top and bottom seams. The top covers my 32b cup breast with a little cleavage for show and hugs my curves tight and covers my shapely ass perfectly. If I don't watch myself tonight someone other than Tom will see my lace thong panties. I found these beautiful black high heeled knee high boots that are perfect for the Christmas look and make my legs look ravishing. Along with my long brunette hair layered and curled to make it flow around my face. I took a little more time in front of the mirror, applying my makeup, making my look just slutty enough without looking like a cheap whore. To top it all off I bought a matching red plush hooded cloak with matching faux white fur running the length of the edges. The cloak, thankfully, flows all the way to the bottom of my boots but needless to say I am not dressed for this trek. What would normally take me 20 minutes has taken my almost an hour considering the heavy snow and icy conditions.

I get to Tom's house and knock on the door, I'm freezing and can barely hold still and hoping he answers fast! I wait a minute before knocking again but this time I pound the door in hopes of getting anybody's attention.

"Coming!" I hear Tom's younger brother calling out with a sound of frustration in his voice.

"Please hurry I'm freezing out here," I call back as I literally feel like I might freeze to death at their door. Just as I finish the door opens up and a wave of heat from the interior of the house feels so inviting. "Oh, thank you Mitch where's Tom?" I ask as he lets me in. The look on his face is confusing as I don't know if he's turned on or worried about me but I don't care because I feel so good to get into the warmth.

"He left like an hour ago," Mitch offers me the couch to sit on as we enter the livingroom. "Are you ok?"

"No, I'm freezing wet and pissed that Tom isn't here, did he say where he was going?" I asked as Mitch walked to the hallway closet leading to the bedrooms.

"He said he's got a party to catch and don't wait up was all he said," Mitch replied as he came back with a fleece blanket, wrapping it over my shoulders.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I was pissed as he knew I was coming over, he talked me into walking, and was gone before I even got here. "I'm sorry Mitch but he knew I was coming over so I don't know why he'd leave?"

"He told me to give you something when you got here," he hands me what looks like a Christmas card. I open it to find out that fucking bastard fucking dumped me! "I'm sorry Sammy, I didn't know otherwise I'd have brought it to you." Mitch obviously could read my facial expression as I feel my blood boiling. I must have turned red in a flash as I was no longer cold but now fuming with rage.

"I CAN'T BEVIEVE THIS SHIT!" Was all I could say as I kept reading the card over and over. Happy Holidays and written in Tom's quick scribble, Sorry It's not working with us.

"Mitch what's going on out there?" I hear a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

"Tom's gir...Sammy's here and Tom broke up with her via me and a Christmas card," Mitch calls back.

"Dude, that's fucked up but it's your turn and I'm attacking you with my ogre horde!" The voice from the kitchen sounded irritated by the fact that their nerd game was being delayed by me and that made me feel so lonely. I wave Mitch off, letting him know he could leave me alone as I pull out my phone to call my mom. Hopefully she'll come pick me up.

"You can't do that Alan my fire wall prevents all ogre hordes from tapping so that means you can't attack me." I can hear Mitch explain some nerd rules to one of his buddies while I wait for my mom to answer her phone.

"Hello?" 

"Mom, Tom broke up with me!" I cry into the phone just after her answering.

"I never liked him Sam and I've told you he'll do you no good." I could hear the frustration in her voice but also a tone of concern at the same time.

"I know mom but he let me walk all the way here in the cold," I could feel the anger building inside of me again as I explain everything to her. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Honey it's snowing real bad and we're on top of a hill, your father already crashed the truck trying to get to work. Can you make it home or can you stay at a friends house and we'll try to get you tomorrow?"

"Let me see what I can do, I'll call you back and let you know," I answer.

"I'm sorry honey, please call me and let me know what you're going to do."

"Ok," I hang up the phone and feel completely screwed as everyone I know is at the pimps and ho ho ho's party and I really don't think I want to walk back to my house so soon.

I walk into the kitchen to see Mitch playing a card game with two of his friends Alan and Paul. I felt totally out of place here as these three guys are your typical nerd herd. Mitch was nothing like Tom as he was maybe 5'10" and packing 250 pounds of fat. His hair has always looked as if he just woke up showered and dressed. Meaning he took no care of how his bushy thick brown hair looked. Most of the time it was covered with a fishing hat and the rest of his appearance didn't look any better as his clothing consisted of t-shirts, jeans or sweat pants which he was currently wearing. Alan was the typical skinny nerd down to the blonde clean cut hair, glasses, polo shirts and khakis. While Paul was slightly overweight, long red hair pulled back into a ponytail, a t-shirt with some witty gamer saying and skinny jeans. 

"Hey Mitch, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah what's up?" He answered not even taking his eyes from the cards in front of him. Alan and Paul on the other hand, once seeing me in my outfit, couldn't take their eyes off of me.

"Can I talk to you in private?" I ask as I can't help but feel like I'm in some kind of hell, going to be their little plaything just by the way Alan and Paul can't take their eyes off of me.

"Honestly..." Mitch pauses as I can tell he's contemplating his next move in their card game. "Whatever you talk to me in private I'll eventually tell my buds so you can talk to me here if you want?"

"Do you think I can hang out here for a while before walking back home?" I wait a sec as Mitch is still pondering his next play or if he's thinking about what his decision is going to be about me. "I can leave if you want but I'm still cold from the walk over here and my mom can't pick me up because my dad already got the truck struck." I finish pleading my case.

"I guess but if...ah fuck it," Mitch puts his cards down and walks past me and heads down to his room. It only took a second before he came back out with more of his nerd cards in his hands. "If you're going to hang out why don't you come play with us?"

"Ah man I don't want to teach a noob, that's going to take forever for her to understand the game and I don't feel like explaining it to her anyhow!" Paul chimed in obviously annoyed at the thought of me playing with them.

"Is this your house, NO, so shut the fuck up or you can leave!" A side of Mitch I haven't seen, I always thought of him as a passive type of guy but among his own he's an alpha...it almost made me laugh if I wasn't feeling so out of place.

"Fine dude, you don't have to get all bent out of shape." Paul was not going to argue any so I'm guessing he's not the alpha nerd but at the same time I wasn't sure I wanted to play anyhow.

"Its fine I can warm up on the couch if you don't mind, I don't want to be a bother anyhow."

"We can play something else then, how about some poker, you like poker Sammy?" Mitch offered as he pulled a deck of cards from a drawer from the kitchen.

"I've played but I'm not really good at it," I answered. To be honest I'd rather play some poker more than whatever card game they were playing. 

"It's cool because we don't play normal poker we play Indian head poker," Mitch explained. "It's so easy even a child can understand it and its fun, especially when you turn it into a drinking game!" All three laughed as Mitch made his way back to his room once again but this time he came back with a bottle of Jack. To be honest a couple drinks did sound good but at the same time I wasn't sure I wanted to drink with these guys. "We were going to wait and play a little later but since you've had a rough day I think this is a good time to start."

"Ok, I'll play a few," a couple drinks and a game would help me unwind a little. I do notice that there were only three chairs but four of us and I can see Mitch taking notice of this at the same time. He gets up and motions for me to sit in his place and walks back down the hallway.

"If I have to walk back to my room one more time," Mitch says as he comes back with a wooden stool and places it next to me in the widest gap next to the table. He picks up the deck of cards and starts shuffling and as he does he motions for Alan to get something from the cabinets. "Alright, the rules are simple. I deal one card to each person and we pick up the card, without looking at it we place it to our forehead." Alan comes back to the table with four shot glasses, "thanks Al, and we place our drink in front of the person who we think has the lowest card. After the drinks have been bet we put the card face up on the table and see who the loser is. If you bet correctly then the loser has to drink the shot and if you bet wrong then you have to take the shot. Does everyone understand the rules?" Mitch asks but looks at me because I have a feeling this isn't a new game to these guys.

"Yeah, I think I get it," I let out a little giggle as it all seems like a game my friends would play but for some reason these nerds are playing.

Mitch shuffled the cards then dealing one to each of us just before pouring four shots to each of us. "Alright, let's see what happens," as he pulls his card to his forehead as do the rest of us. We all start looking at each other's foreheads and I can clearly see that Paul has the lowest card. I'm not the only one as Mitch and Alan place their drinks in front of him as well. Paul bets his shot on me so I must have a low card too.

"Alright girls..." Mitch pauses while looking at me. I find it funny because I can tell these guys aren't used to being around girls much so I giggle a little. "Sorry I always say that sometimes I didn't mean anyth..."

"You're fine," I laugh a little harder as do they before we get down to business. "I think you were going to say Alright bitches show 'em!" We all laughed as we placed the cards down on the table and sure enough Paul had the lowest card so he pounded them with a look that his throat was burning. 

The cards are dealt again and the drinks poured as we pull our cards to our foreheads. Instantly three drinks are placed in front of me and I can see Mitch has the lowest card from my view so I place mine in front of him. When we pull the cards down I see that I had the lowest card and took all four drinks. I almost choked on the last one as the burning from the Jack was hitting me hard, "Coke?" I whisper as my throat suffered.

"Should we guys?" Alan asks the others as I start to realize that I think these guys do it strait no chaser.

"No, if that's not in the rules then I'll play along," I answer as my voice squeaks under the pressure of the booze. Man playing this game can really get someone drunk fast as I can already feel the effects of the alcohol hitting me.

"She's a tough one," Paul blurts out as we all can hear the booze taking its toll on him from the sound of it. Everyone laughs and more shots are poured, another round of cards dealt and pulled to our foreheads. Again all the drinks are placed in front of me, this time I see Alan has the lowest card I can see so he gets my drink. Again I do have the lowest card and I'm left to drink another round of four shots. I'm no stranger to drinking but not this fast and as I polish of the fourth one I can really feel the warmth of the Jack hitting me. 

I get up and pull of the blanket that Mitch had given me as I was starting to get warm. The three of them take in my outfit as I also take off my cloak. I must have looked amazing to them because as I sat down I noticed no cards have been dealt and that nobody had poured any shots. All eyes were on me and my sexy Christmas dress. 

"Are we playing boys?" I ask, trying to break the ice and also because I'm starting to feel oddly turned a little by all the attention being given me right now. 

"Ah, yeah..." Mitch says as he raised from his seat to pour the shots and deal the cards. We all pull our cards to our foreheads and this time Mitch looks like he has the lowest card but this time all the drinks are placed in front of me.

"Is this game rigged," I laughed as we place the cards to the table. "I don't know if I can take four more right now, I'm still recovering from the last eight."

"You can't forfeit, it's against the rules!" Paul cries out, the tone in his voice sounds like he wants to see what happens when I get drunk. I can see why after all I'm already taking clothes off as I get more alcohol in me.

"She's had eight shots already and you can't expect here to take the whole bottle." Mitch jumped in on my defense. "You don't have to play if you don't want to and besides that gives me a chance to get some anyway," he laughs as he reaches for the shots. 

"No I don't quit," I give a little drunken giggle as I reach for his hand. My hand holds his for a little longer than I expected but it felt warm and soft. I liked it for some reason and this was actually confusing me, maybe I should stop. I don't I take the shots and as I take the last one I almost fall from my seat.

"Wow," Mitch calls out as he reaches out and grabs my arm to prevent me from tumbling over. "You ok Sammy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine just a little drunk is all," I laugh at my near collapse. I notice the others laugh a little as well but are also watching me as I can tell I've already passed my limit. "Again!"

With that Mitch pours the last of the shots and places the empty bottle on the counter. "I guess this is the last round fellas."

"What? I haven't gotten a shot at all!" Alan calls out a little disappointed.

"Wait," I said as I got up to go get my bag. I had bought Tom a bottle of Makers Mark as a Christmas gift but obviously he doesn't deserve it anymore. As I stumble out of the room, grabbing my bag, and come back pulling out a wrapped box. "Merry Christmas boys," I call out with excitement. I, maybe a tad bit harder than planned, slammed the box onto the table and Mitch grabbed it. As he opened it he showed it to Alan as if saying stop your bitching and placed the bottle on the table.

The cards get dealt and this time Alan got his shots and the next round Mitch finally got his. I was feeling drunk, not the drunkest I've been but pretty close to it, and I was having a great time surprisingly with a bunch of nerds. I was also feeling very warm and couldn't shake the feeling that the heat must be turned way up.

"Hey Mitch, can you turn the heat down?" I ask hoping that would help my condition a little.

"The heat is down babe...Sammy but I can get you a cold drink if you want?" Mitch said, getting off of his stool to get me a drink.

"That's against the rule come back here and sit your ass down," I call him back to his seat. As he came back and plopped down his stool broke and he crashed to the floor. We all laughed, he was too, and as he climbed back up he started looking around for a new chair. 

"Here," I get up, kind of wobbly in my knees. "Come sit," I point at the chair he originally offered me. 

"No that's your seat I can go find a chair in the garage."

"Come on and sit," I tell him again as he was picking up the destroyed stool. "Mitch, get over here and sit you ass down so we can get on with this game!"

Mitch looked up at me and I think this was the first time he really looked at me hard. I could tell we was looking at my body and thinking about what he needed to do. Finally he came and sat and as his ass hit the chair I stepped between his legs and sat on his lap. I can't say why I did this but I'm 100% sure it was the alcohol but he was a charming guy I've been noticing tonight.

"Are you gonna deal?" I asked

"I...I can't reach the deck or the bottle," he said as he reached both arms around me in an attempt to show everyone he couldn't.

"That's fine, I'll deal," I rise off his lap and leaned over the table to grab all the shot glasses and the bottle. I pour the shots and place them out to everyone, I grab the cards and take my seat back in Mitch's lap. I notice I feel something poking me on my rear but I also notice that I feel the fabric of his sweat pants on my panty clad ass. It was easy for me to notice as I was wearing thongs and my ass was exposed. My dress must have risen up on me when I was reaching for everything but I didn't want to make a scene. But that also means Mitch got an amazing view of my ass in his face, which is probably why I feel his erection pressing between my ass cheeks. He was actually feeling larger that I would have expected and I couldn't help but get a little turned on. 

"Alright I'm ready to get it on!" Paul said with a look of excitement in his eyes. I'm guessing he liked the view he got too.

"I'd like to be her chair!" Alan spoke out, not sure if he meant to say that out loud as the look on his face said, oh shit!

"Ah, yeah just give me a sec I need to go to the bathroom real quick," Mitch remarked. I drunkenly lift myself from his lap and I feel Mitch place his hands on my hips as if he was trying to help me. I can feel his pinky fingers touching skin, my dress must have raised more than I had thought, I reach down and pull my dress down to cover my bottom. Alan and Paul are both bug eyed as they watch me move from Mitch's lap.

"You want anything since I'm up?" I ask the boys, hoping that would break their trance but at the same time I was actually enjoying all the attention. Sure I did get a lot of attention when I'd go out to my standard parties but not like this and I was getting excited. 

"How about some chips?" Alan speaks up with a smile. For some reason I feel he doesn't really want chips considering the perverted schoolboy smile he's giving me.

"Sure," I say as I make my way towards the pantry, "where are they?"

"In the cupboard above the fridge Sammy," Alan answers. I look over and see the cupboard is above a rather large fridge and I'd really have to reach to make it. I open the cupboard by the bottom of the door as I can't reach the handle and don't see any chips.

"I think they're out of chips," I reply.

"The chips are behind Alan where they've been all night," Mitch comes in answering, his stare at Alan is a look of annoyance. I look behind me, seeing both Alan and Paul turned in my direction staring right at my ass.

"Sorry, I forgot," Alan replied, breaking his stare to look to Mitch. "Did you change?"

"Yeah I spilled some water and it looked like I pissed myself so I changed into my shorts." I also notice that he was wearing swimming trunks and they looked kinda funny as they rode kinda high up his legs. I didn't laugh but I know I sure wanted to but the Alan and Paul had no problems.

"What the fuck are those?" Paul chirps up first as he points and uncontrollably laughs at Mitch. 




Christmas Dreams



Suzanne reached into the cardboard box at her feet and pulled out the first of the keepsakes she brought with her. They were trinkets really, but each one reminded her of her love for William and of his love for her. The cabin was quite small so there wasn't enough room for an actual tree. The pine branches she gathered earlier and arranged into a ring on the table made the whole place smell like Christmas.

She held the small pink bottle, its cut-glass facets catching the firelight and flashing prisms on the walls. The perfume was almost gone, but the scent that lingered was the one she always wore, the one she had been wearing when she first met him and now she wore nothing else. She carefully set the perfume bottle in the crook of a branch and took out the next item.

A brightly colored tin bus, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, reminded her of the very first time their eyes had met. She had been waiting for the bus, looked up when she heard the door open and saw his face. It was definitely a coup de foudre, what the French call love at first sight. Suzanne put the little toy down right next to a small pine cone which clung to one of the branches.

She tucked the tiny television set, taken from a collection of doll house furniture, into the makeshift wreath. No matter how bad her day had been, the time they spent together each evening always made her feel better. She could tell by his smile that he felt the same way.

The tinkling notes of their song filled the air as she wound the tin key on the bottom of the music box and set it amidst the evergreen branches. Every time she heard the simple melody, it reminded her of him.

"William Loves Suzanne" was engraved on the back of the heart-shaped locket she wore. A tiny picture of him, carefully trimmed, was tucked inside. Lockets were old-fashioned and sentimental, she knew, but he seemed so pleased when she wore it. She loved the feel of the necklace between her breasts. She rarely took it off, but tonight she unclasped the chain from her neck and draped it over the branches. It shimmered like silvery tinsel.

She scattered her small collection of ticket stubs — mostly to movies but with a few souvenirs from concerts thrown in, too — in the evergreen boughs. William usually picked which shows they'd go to see, but she didn't mind. Whatever they did, she always enjoyed spending time with him. He made her so happy.

She unwound the spool of wide satin ribbon and looped it around the deep green boughs. No one could tell — no one except Suzanne — but her William had a rather naughty side. Suzanne had plans for those lengths of silky crimson. Very special plans, she thought.

She found the last item in the box, pulled it out and added it to the display. A creamy white beeswax candle rose from the center of the ring. She struck a match and lit the wick. The aroma of vanilla and spices rising from the flame complimented the piney fragrance of the wreath.

Adjusting a branch here and there, Suzanne nodded to herself and smiled. It was perfect. William would be so pleased.

Suzanne looked out the cabin window at the gently falling snow. Already the tracks of her car heading around to the back of the cabin were disappearing in the soft powder. It was supposed to stop soon. William would have no trouble getting to the secluded cabin.

She walked around the tiny cabin, opening doors, pulling out drawers and peeking into cabinets. She ran her fingers over the shelves, reading the titles of his books, touching the things he'd touched. Simply being here made her almost giddy.

The flicker of the fire was hypnotic as she gazed into the flames. She yawned and looked at her watch. Maybe there was time for a short nap. She looked at the bed she'd made earlier with fresh linen she'd found in one of the cabinets. No. When she slept in that bed, she wanted William beside her. The overstuffed chair looked comfortable enough for the short time she'd have before he got there.

She smoothed the deep blue-green velvet of her dress over her knees as she curled up in the armchair to wait for him. He never said anything, but she'd noticed how his eyes lit up the first time she'd worn the color. She tried to wear something in this particular tone each time she saw him. She could tell he liked that.

Her eyelids grew heavy and she closed her eyes and fell asleep, the crackle of the fire the only sound in the room as twilight fell. Suzanne slept as the cabin filled with shadows.

Crash! Suzanne was startled awake by the sound of the door flinging open and banging against the wall. The glare of the overhead light made her blink. She turned to see William standing in the doorway.

"Oh, darling! You're finally here. It seems like I've been waiting for weeks!" Suzanne smiled as she rose from the chair.

"What the fuck!" William said as he dropped the duffel bag he carried. "What are you doing here?"

Suzanne was speechless. Why was the love of her life, William, talking to her like this? "I wanted to surprise you."

"Lady, I don't even know you," he began but then stopped. "No, wait. You're that wacko who's been stalking me. The security guards at the station told me about you."

"No, William, that's not —" she said, her words cut short by the sight of William pulling out his cell phone and tapping the screen.

"I'm calling the police. They'll haul your crazy ass off to jail."

"Oh, I can't let you do that, William," Suzanne said as she pulled the small piece from the pocket of her dress and fired at his chest.

The sound of the weapon echoed in the small room as he fell. After all the noises quieted and it was once again silent except for the crackle of the fire, Suzanne whispered.

"But I love you, William."

She awoke, hours later, judging from the glowing embers which had replaced most of the flames in the fireplace. She hadn't been able to fall back asleep after William had finally arrived at the cabin.

"It was just a bad dream," he consoled her when she told him about it later that night. He took her hand and led her over to the bed, his eyes never leaving her. "Let me help you forget all about it." And he did. He made love to her all night long, sweetly at first, then so passionately the nightmare faded away into nothingness.

She could tell how happy he was with her Christmas surprise as she made love to him. He never took his eyes from her the entire time. She felt so loved. William pretended to struggle at first but then he sighed and was still.

Of course, she thought as she rose from the bed early the next morning, being very careful not to disturb the still form beside her, the red satin ribbons binding his wrists and ankles to the frame of the bed helped a great deal.

Suzanne slid the zipper of her coat up to her neck. She winced as she reached down to pick up her purse. Her back muscles felt tight and achy. The night had been much more of a strain than she'd planned. Oh, well, she thought. It had all been worth it. She had hoped he would tell her he loved her that night, but it really didn't matter. She knew.

One last kiss, she wondered. But no. He looked so peaceful there. Let him be. She glanced over at the white candle, tall no longer, its tiny flame almost reaching the paper ticket stubs and resinous pine branches.

She blew him a kiss and let herself out of the cabin, making sure the door latched behind her. One last look at the flickering flames reflected in the window and Suzanne walked around to where she'd left her car yesterday. She drove down the driveway and pulled out into the narrow country lane which led out to the main highway.

Suzanne sang along with the Christmas carols playing on the car's stereo, the sound of the empty gas can rattling around in the trunk unheard over the music.