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Christmas Wish

By: Romantic Dreamer



It was Christmas Eve and her she was alone in her house. This time of year always made her think about her life choices. She was single by choice, she was just too shy to go out and find another man, and her ex husband had made her wary of trusting anyone again. She was no longer young, at 35, but she was still attractive. Her female friends told her that she had the ability to turn men's' heads, with her tall slim body, wide smile and beautiful long hair. She always thought that they were just trying to cheer her up, and were exaggerating, they weren't. She thought about her secret desires and fantasies and blushed as she thought of them, she would never be able to tell a man about those things that she dreamed of trying. Her only escape and pleasure was the internet. She had been online tonight and spread a little Christmas cheer, by chatting with a couple of men, online she was bright, witty and flirtatious. Now it was time for bed, and she took herself there to think about the sexual play she had indulged in online.

She lay herself down on the bed and carefully, gently ran her hands over her naked body…. Just feeling her smooth skin. Down over her breasts which although small were still pert, over her nipples which were small pink areas of pleasure. They hardened under her playful pinching and gentle twisting, she closed her eyes and imagined that the man she had just been chatting to was there. He was pleasuring her, he was making her wet. She slid one hand down to her smooth, hairless pussy and slid right on down to feel the moisture between her legs. She sighed as her fingers found her pussy slick and ready, and gasped slightly as her finger entered her hole. She smiled to herself as she brought her finger back out and up to her lips. She could smell her own juices that sort of sexual smell, but musky and sweet. 

She then drew the finger into her mouth, sucking on it tasting herself. He had asked her to do this, and had been surprised when she told him how much she enjoyed the taste of herself. She imagined him sucking on his fingers, the ones he had slid inside her. She imagined sucking on his hard cock, and her hips rose off the bed in a moment of pleasure as she imagined more. She quickly reached for her vibrator and switched it on, she pressed the buzzing tip to her already aroused clit. Oh, the joy was intense, she gasped out loud and blushed slightly, even though there was no one to hear her. After moving the tip a little she slid the vibrator down and into her waiting pussy. She pushed just hard enough to get it in, for it to sit just inside her sending little thrills with every vibration. This was always the point when she wished for a man.

Suddenly there were hands on her, pushing her shoulders into the bed, gently but firmly. She wanted to open her eyes but couldn't. The weight shifted on the bed and then lips kissed her neck…. She moaned in delight as the kisses trailed down to her nipples. He sucked on them hard and bit them gently, she moaned again. Her eyes felt like lead and she just couldn't manage to open them. She sighed and relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. Next her silent dream lover took the vibrator from her hand and lowered his head, kissing and licking her pussy. She could feel his tongue as it probed between her lips and finally as she started to tense with anticipation, it flicked over her clit. Her gasp of delight was loud as the mystery man licked and sucked on her most sensitive area. She could feel the heat building inside her, she could feel her juices flowing then just before the moment of no return, he pulled away, as she started to say no don't stop, his lips found hers and he kissed her, as he pressed his hard cock into her waiting pussy. 

She tasted her own juices from his lips as his erect member slowly thrust into her wet tight pussy. She moaned against his lips and raised her hips instinctually to meet his thrust. Then they started the oldest dance of all, the rhythm of love, as he thrust in and out of her, slowly and gently at first but building the rhythm and the pace. She could hardly breath as his hard cock filled her and then teasing withdrew at an ever faster pace, each time harder and deeper. Then just as she could feel the tension building inside her, she felt something else the tip of her vibrator against her clit…. His breathing was ragged as he thrust ever deeper, faster and harder and the buzzing against her clit took her over the edge……she came just as she felt his release, his seed spill inside her, and that made the orgasm that much harder….taking her to new heights of pleasure.

She awoke in the early hours of Christmas day, with her vibrator in her hand and a heavy contented feeling still lingering in her body. She smiled as she remembered her wonderful Christmas dream.

Christmas Wish



What a great Saturday! He sat back in his chair and gazed at his computer monitor. With only two weeks to go before Christmas, he probably should be out shopping, so he could avoid the last minute mall rush, but it was his only day off since moving to Miami, and all he wanted to do was chill out, chat with some friends online, and maybe make some chicken and ribs.

He stood up and stretched, and his gaze rested upon his CD collection -- maybe some music to go with the day. What should he listen to? Christmas tunes? Some vintage Stones? Or something harder?

Harder huh? Just thinking that word made him hard. He groaned -- not again. It seemed like since moving to Miami he had been in a constant state of horniness. Being a recent transplant from Boston, he really didn't know anyone with whom he could have a discreet fling, just to get his rocks off. He gingerly touched his cock -- and winced. He'd been beating the meat so often, he was worried it might actually fall off. He glanced at his computer, wondering, hoping, that maybe SHE would be online.

SHE was actually Angel, a woman he'd met online. She was feisty, she was sweet, she was strong, and she was very fond of cyber sex. He smiled at the memory of the last time he'd helped her get off online. And groaned once again as his cock twitched. What the hell -- The Stones it would have to be. He put the CD's in the player and hit random. Wandering back over to his computer, he logged into his account, and checked, and was disappointed not to see her there. She was hardly ever on her Yahoo chat. But he could always count on her for an email. He sat down to type one out to her, just to see how she was...and maybe to arrange a little web cam time.

His erection stabbed into his stomach as he leaned forward. He glanced down at it -- what the hell was he supposed to do? Jerking off held no more appeal for him anymore -- he'd visited that well too often. But what were his other options?

Cold shower. That was the only thing that could possibly help him. Maybe pictures of Betty White naked.....nope, cold shower it would have to be. He stripped down to his birthday suit, and turned on the shower. Just as he was about to step in, the door chimes sounded. He gazed up at the sky -- figures.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed downstairs to answer it. He glanced through the window. It was a woman, but her back was to him. His gaze traveled over her, from the top of her flaming red hair, down her ample -- but luscious -- hips and ass, and then down to a pair of legs that would stop traffic. Encased in retro-style heels with ankle straps, his mouth watered at the sight of her. But who was she?

He cracked open the door. "Hello?" his voice was huskier than usual. The vision in front of him turned around and smiled.

"Hey Jax."

Like a divine apparition, his Angel, somehow, was in Miami. His jaw almost hit the floor. She gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes, and her bright red lips curved up in a seductive smile. "Aren't you going to invite a girl in?"

Still dumbfounded, he stepped aside to allow her to pass, and as she did, she ran her palm over his cheek. She took it upon herself to start upstairs, and he followed, locking the door, and locking his gaze on her swinging hips. He wanted to ask her what she was doing there; he wanted to ask her a million things. But all he could do was follow her up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, she gazed at her surroundings, and nodded. "Nice." Removing her coat, she tossed it on his computer chair, over top of her bag, and stood there, slowly running her hot gaze all over him. She gestured with a toss of her head to the bathroom. "Did I interrupt something?"

He remembered the shower, and hastily went to turn it off. "No, no. I was just, well; I needed something to cool me off." He paused a second to take in all of her. She was dressed in a forties inspired dress, black with little capped sleeves and red trim on the V that led down to her delicious cleavage. The dress ended just below her knees, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. Her make up was impeccable -- smokey eyes, full red lips that were made for sucking cock, and a come hither stare that made him shiver.

She was slowly moving towards him. "Oh? And why is that?" She reached him in a matter of steps, and lightly ran a nail down the front of his chest. Her sudden appearance still had him poleaxed, and he wasn't sure what to do. Then, his brain said to hell with it. His arms moved to encircle her. "Cuz Angel, I was thinking of you." With that, he captured her mouth with his and thrust his hips against her. This was their first actual physical contact and he wanted to make sure she remembered it. His left hand entangled in her hair, and his right held her tight to him around her waist. His tongue darted around in her mouth, and he almost came right there. She tasted like cherry and toothpaste. She smelled of fire and ice, of lust and wanting.

Her arms wound around his neck, pulling his head in closer. She began making little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. She had to be insane, she thought to herself. She had a husband back home -- she hadn't even told him she was coming to Miami! She'd made up some excuse about going up north for the weekend, and instead had headed down south -- out of the country even! But oh boy -- was this worth it. She'd waited months to kiss him like this, waited to feel his arms around her. But what she was really waiting for ... she put her hand on the front of his towel, feeling his hardness through it. Her fingers traveled from the bottom of his shaft, up, up to the head, and she gasped at the length.

He pulled back long enough to chuckle. "It's bigger than it looks on camera huh?" She nodded, licking her lips. She backed away from him slowly, reluctantly, and turned to her bag. He watched in appreciation as she bent over to retrieve something. She straightened up, and turned around. What was in her hands almost made him cum right there on the spot. She was carrying a pair of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, body oil, and a CD.

"I figured, if I was going to come this far, I might as well make it worth my while." She held them out. "As much as I love Mick & the boys, this CD would be a hell of a lot better. Where would you like the rest of this? And then, where would you like me?"

He turned towards the CD player and replaced the disc. The sounds of Def Leppard filled the room. He closed his eyes for a second. This was just too much. He silently thanked whatever force had brought her into his life. Oh, this would be worth her while. His voice suddenly went hard and cold."On your knees. Here." He pointed to a spot in front of him. She meekly obeyed. As she knelt, she put her hands behind her back, and her head down, just like a good sub should.

"Eyes on the prize honey." Her head came up and her eyes and mouth were level at his crotch -- just perfect. He slowly removed his towel, watching her eyes grow wider with every movement. He chuckled. The one thing he always knew about himself was that his size was impressive, but his use of it was even better. Now, with her on her knees, his cock was at full attention and he couldn't wait to feel those luscious lips around him.

He gripped the base, and stroked it once or twice, just for show. Placing it at her lips he commanded "Open up, and suck my cock." She closed her eyes in ecstasy at the sound of that word - she loved it rough and dirty. At full capacity, his dick was almost too big to fit into her mouth. She gobbled as much of him as she could, and began bobbing up and down, slowly at first. It popped out of her mouth, and she dipped her head to lick at the base, and tickle his balls with her lips. Her hands were still behind her back, and he relished in the fact that she understood the game. He placed one hand on the back of her head, forcing her to suck him again, and setting the pace. Her lashes fluttered as she fought between enjoying the experience with her eyes closed and keeping them open to gaze in fascination at the largest prick she'd ever seen.

He was torn -- did he want her to swallow his cum, did he want to splash it all over that pretty dress, or did he want to wait until he was inside her? His balls tightened at the thought of those lips swallowing his rather large load, and then figured what the hell? He'd be good for another round soon enough, and in the meantime, there were the toys she'd brought -- and the ones he already owned. He pulled her off for a brief minute, forcing her head up so she looked right at him. He almost lost it right there and then. Her hair was mussed up, her eyes glowing with lust, her chest heaving and her lips were sparkling with pre-cum and saliva.

His voice caught in his throat, and he almost choked on the words (and how sexy would that have been). Instead, he managed to keep his voice low "Now, listen you little minx, I'm going to cum, and you are going to swallow every last drop. If you miss even one, I will send you on your way without ANYTHING. You get it? AND," he stopped her as she was about to speak, "you do not speak unless I tell you to." Her mouth closed, and she nodded. Guiding her mouth back to his waiting cock, he felt her warm breath, her soft lips, felt every inch of him slide in and out of her hot little mouth. As his balls tightened, signaling to him that he was almost to the point of cumming, he closed his eyes.

As he felt himself explode, he glanced down. He could see that milky white throat working, and could feel her suction on the head. It seemed like an eternity went by before she released his now limp cock, and remained on her knees, hands behind her back, head down.

He shook his head in amazement. He was one lucky bastard. "Stand up." As she did so, she wobbled a bit on her heels. He caught her in his arms, and just held her for a moment. Lowering his head to hers, he whispered, "Get out of that dress." She stepped back, and slipped it right up over her head. Despite just having cum a few minutes earlier, his groin stirred again. All she was wearing underneath was a black push up bra, and her thigh high stockings. No underwear to be found.

"Get on the bed." His voice sounded strangled. She crawled onto the bed backwards, and lay there, propped up on her elbows, her legs up and crossed. He leaned over and grabbed her handcuffs. Then he went into his closet and brought out the silk scarves he had in there, for just such an occasion. The song on the CD switched to another Def Leppard song. He listened for a second.

"Wait. This is the song you told me you always think of me when you hear. 'Animal'." It wasn't a question, just a statement. He didn't need to hear her answer -- it was on his play list after she told him that months ago. He changed his mind."Get up. Dance for me."She obeyed, as he knew she would. Damn, but she was good at this. He sat on his computer chair, and held her dress around his cock. She started grinding in time to the music, moving her hips in ways that showed him exactly what she'd be like in bed, and he couldn't wait until the dance was over to get her there. But how much fun would the game be if he gave in so easily? She sashayed over to the chair in time for the chorus.

I've got to feel it in my blood... She stood between his legs, back to him and wound down to the floor.

I need your touch, don't need your love.... She stood up and whipped around, her hair flying behind her

And I want.... She thrust her ample tits in his face

And I need.... She slowly sank down, all the while keeping her eyes on his

And I lust.... Animal

She slid herself backwards, and began touching her freshly shaved pussy. The warm scent of her sex filled the air in the room. Her fingers slid expertly between her lips and she teasingly inserted one finger into her dripping snatch, removed it, and put it to her lips.

"Stop." His voice was hoarse. She stalled in mid movement. He stood, studying the picture in front of him. He wanted to remember this moment. Her on the floor, legs splayed at her sides, one hand supporting her, the other at her mouth, her lips -- both sets -- glistening with moisture. "Get up."

She slowly got to her feet, and kept her gaze at the carpet. Oh yes, he was going to have fun with her. "Back on the bed." She didn't hesitate, going back to the position she had been in originally. He once again brought the handcuffs forward, and the silk scarves."Put your hands behind your head." She did so, trying not to smile. She knew how to play the game. He cuffed her hands together, and strung the scarf through the middle. Tying the scarf to a carefully concealed hook behind the almost non-existent headboard, he straddled her briefly. His hands came down on her breasts and he roughly squeezed them. She bit her lip to keep from moaning from that brief contact. Her nipples stood out, begging to be touched, begging to be sucked. He could tell that she was hot. He knew she wanted him. Removing himself from her body, he knelt next to her. His lips brushed her ear, causing a shiver to go through her. Harder to Breathe by Maroon Five came on the stereo, and the pulsating beats gave him a good idea as to why this song was on there.

"This is what's going to happen. YOU are going to lie very, very still and don't make a sound. IF you move a muscle, if you make one noise, I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and just take care of myself. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Yes sir." Her voice was soft, almost reverent. He nodded his approval, and bent his head once more. This time to suck her nipples, which stood up against the rasping of his tongue as if begging for more. He could feel her muscles straining as she tried to stay completely still. He grinned to himself. This was going to be more fun than he ever imagined. He suckled them roughly, while slowly brushing her thigh. His hand got nearer to her steaming cunt with every stroke. He knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling -- somehow he knew her responses like he knew his own. He could feel her tightly coiled muscles, and he knew that as soon as he allowed her to, she would unleash all the power, lust and passion that were concealed there. She loved to be a sub, to a degree. Today, she was playing by his rules, and she was doing it for him.

As lovely as her tits were, and he was enjoying sucking them immensely, he felt he needed to torture her a little more. He reached behind him, to find the blindfold she'd brought. He slipped it over her eyes, and she felt a thrill run through her as she was enveloped in darkness. But suddenly, with the darkness came cool air. There was no heat around her, which means he had moved somewhere else in the room. She felt strangely alone. Her ears perked up at every sound. She wanted to change position, but she dared not move.

"What else is in your little bag of tricks Angel?" It was the first time he had spoken her name, and she loved to hear it. It was one of the things that had attracted to her to him. She got wet whenever she heard his deep baritone saying her name. "You may answer."

"Thank you sir." Again, her voice was quiet, and deferring. "I brought a change of clothing, complete with corset, underwear, stockings and another dress. I also brought my camera, and a book. I hope that nothing offends sir."

She could sense the grin on his face. She was being incredibly obedient. "No, nothing offends. But you left something out. Why would you forget about this eleven inch dildo you brought along? Answer!"

"I'm sorry sir. It slipped my mind sir."

"Well, we can make sure that never happens again. Now, spread your legs." He growled. She obliged. She felt the feather touch of another of the silk scarves between her thighs, and he brushed it against her pussy. She heard the squelch of her oil bottle, and the sounds of something being lubed up. Suddenly her pussy was being stretched wide by the head of that dildo. Her eyes opened wide under the blindfold, and her mouth turned into a perfect oval.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up. He arranged her on the bed at an angle so that he could still fuck her but she could suck his cock. He placed the head by her mouth and moaned in pleasure as she immediately began sucking. As he continued to pummel her slit with that dildo, she managed to suck him to full hardness again. "Are you enjoying yourself? Is this good for you? You may speak." He was barely able to speak himself through the waves of pleasure that were coursing through him. He withdrew his cock, and using his other hand, kept himself hard. Not like there were problems with that, not with this spectacle in front of him. He knew she would struggle with the dilemma of being able to express her enjoyment, but having to, no, NEEDING to stay in the game.

"Oh yes sir. This is good sir. I love this sir." He pounded the dildo into her hard, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Drops of blood appeared on those full lips, which were now devoid of that scarlet red lipstick. From the angle above her, he gazed at the woman in front of him. Lying naked, in her full glory, all for him. His gaze lingered on her slit, which was wide open from the fucking she just got with that dildo. He moved to the bottom of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he spread her wide for him. Her clit was engorged and huge, and just waiting to be tasted.

She gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit. And then nearly groaned aloud when he stopped. "I told you -- if you made a sound I would stop and take care of myself." He sat right by her head, and started stroking his dick. "Oh you should feel how hard I am now honey. I'd put that dildo to shame." She could hear him jacking it, and imagined his hand sliding all over that monster between his legs that she just had in her mouth. She imagined that it would feel so much better in her pussy. She tried not to squirm, tried not to moan. She didn't want to incur his wrath again. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be touched. She was dying for him to eat her pussy, lick her twat and make her cum all over his face.

"Do you want to touch yourself? You may answer." His voice was low and seductive, not the harsh growl that had penetrated her ears earlier.

"Yes sir." She gasped.

"Tell me, and use your words."

"Yes sir. I want to touch my pussy. I want to play with my clit. I want to shove something in my hot cunt and I want to cum all over. I want to finger myself; I want to get myself off...." carried away, she finished with a whispered "sir."

"Tough." His voice was cold again. She sensed movement, and tensed up for what was next. "The only person touching that sweet cunt of yours will be me - got it? You may answer, bitch."Another shiver as she realized that they were going into the next part of the game - degradation. Her heart raced.

"Yes sir." She heard a series of clicks, and realized that he had her camera out. "Spread your legs farther." She did so, and felt him move in to take a close up of her dripping snatch. "Look at that pussy. It's so sweet, so hot. I'm sure back home all the guys you know are getting a piece of this action. I'm actually QUITE sure of it. After all, you're a little whore aren't you? Only a whore flies to a different city to fuck a guy she's only known on the internet. Right? Answer me you slut."

"Yes sir." Her voice sounded meek. Perfectly played.

"Yes sir, WHAT?"

"Yes sir I'm a whore. Yes sir, every guy I know has fucked me at least once." Tears were slipping out of the corners of the blindfold, but he knew that they were from pleasure, not pain. He wouldn't hurt her for the world.

"Now, I'm going to get a taste of what you have to offer. Same rules, only this time, every sound or movement gets you a spanking. And since I'm not interrupting my pleasure to give them to you, I'll just be mentally calculating how many you get - that whip you brought will come in very handy."His hands were on her thighs and his fingers slid down her slit as he pulled her lips apart. His breath was hot on her mound as the tip of his tongue touched her clit. A tiny whimper followed, and he looked up. She knew he was counting. As he lapped at her hole, she longed to squirm or moan, or just give some indication that she was being pleasured. But it was important to the game that she stayed still and silent. She came down here to be with him, to play by his rules. This was how to please him and she wasn't going to fuck it up.




Christmas Wish



He admired her restraint. He knew how good he was and it must have been killing her to follow the rules. His heart went out to her, but he couldn't afford compassion. She had come all this way to be with him. She tasted so sweet - he flicked his tongue against her clit again, and slid two fingers up into her. He curved them and began tapping at her G spot. He had described this technique to her over the internet several times, and she had gotten off by imagining that her fingers were his. Now she could feel the technique for real, and he could tell she was loving it.Another noise, this time a moan. He had delayed long enough. As the music switched over to Evanessence's Bring Me to Life, he dove in and began nipping her clit and fucking her with his tongue. He knew she couldn't keep still or quiet when he was doing this and he was surprised when it took her so long to writhe and to scream as she came against his face. He kept lapping at her, drinking up her juices and mentally calculating her spankings.

He emerged from between her thighs and slid up next to her. "Here. See how you taste." With that, he smashed his mouth into hers, violently kissing her and leaving her breathless. He untied her and unlocked the handcuffs. "Sit up, but leave the blindfold on." His gruff tone had a note of tenderness in it, and he realized his mistake. She sat up, a little out of sorts. Her thighs quivered and she realized that no one had ever made her cum so hard, or eaten her so completely that she lost herself. Even if he didn't fuck her, she told herself, that was more than worth the price of admission.

He sat on the bed and pulled her over his knee. She could hear the THWAP of the leather whip on his palm. "Now, you broke the rules fifteen times. That's fifteen smacks, and for every time you make a sound, there'll be one more."

SMACK.

He brought the whip down over her ass in one solid movement. She flinched, but to her credit didn't say anything.

SMACK.

Again, he brought it down, but she didn't crack. He loved watching the way it made her cheeks rosy. Thirteen more times, and he was done.Tossing the whip aside, he stood up, dumping her on the floor in the process. She heard the click again as she stood up.

"Your ass looks real nice after that." She stood again with her head down and her hands behind her back. He circled around her, wondering which would be the best way to take her. With Evanessence over, Blue Monday came on the disc, but this wasn't the 80's version. This was a new, sexier, sultry version.

"So, you can answer this one slut. Which way do you want me to fuck you? Boring old missionary style, doggy style, or would you rather me fuck you in the ass?"

"Whichever way you like it sir. I would prefer not missionary style sir, as I also find it boring." He glanced at their height. In her heels, she was at the perfect spot to fuck her standing up. "Give me your hand." She did, and he led her to the low wall next to the bed. "Brace your hands on this." She did that as well. "Now spread those legs." Once again, ever the obedient girl, she did as he commanded. His cock was so hard. He just hoped he could hold out.

He positioned himself behind her, and fingering her to make sure she was ready, he thrust into her. She bit her lip again. "Oh no sweetie. This time you get to be as loud and move as much as you want." He started rocking back and forth with her, moving in and out. His cock was hard and huge, but she managed to accommodate him. He bent his legs to get underneath her and then stood up suddenly, burying himself in her cunt to the hilt. She cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh yes Jax, FUCK ME. C'mon stud, show me what you've got in you. Oh God you're cock is so huge, oh my fucking Christ it's amazing!!" He pulled out.

She glanced over her shoulder. Her hair was a mess, her make up smudged, and her lips swollen. "What's the fucking problem?" He smacked her. As she held her cheek, he looked at her. "I said you can move and make noise. You are in NO position to question my actions." She nodded, put in her place. "I've got to see you while we do this. Over there." He gestured to the dresser with the giant mirror attached. "Brace yourself on the dresser." He silently thanked God that he had anchored the mirror securely not only to the dresser, but the wall as well. Grabbing the camera from where he had dropped it, he stood behind her again, and thrust into her. This time, he moved her hair to one side and watched her face in the mirror.

Oh to see her brown eyes go wide with desire and passion, to see those lips move in silent - and not so silent - praise and pleasure. He brought his hands around to her chest and began tweaking her nipples, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers. She was writhing with wave after wave of cum, and he soon realized that it wasn't just because of his expert fucking. It was also because of where she was positioned at the dresser. One of the knobs was at her clit and whenever he thrust, he pushed her into it.

He grabbed the camera and took their picture in the mirror. Two or three more and he would definitely be writing to Penthouse forum. But this wasn't enough. His lust for her was unbelievable. He wanted her more; he wanted her in every position possible.

He pulled her away from the dresser, and shoved her towards the bed. "Ok slut. Now it's your turn to do some work." He lay on his back. "Get on top. Fuck my cock like it's the last one you're ever going to see. And, um, play with my balls too." He tried to sound nonchalant, but his heart was racing.

So was hers. She couldn't believe this. If she died on the way home, she would die a happy woman. He could go for hours - and so could she while she was with him. It was so wonderful not to get all excited for five minutes worth of fucking. Half the time she had to finish the job herself. She wasted no time impaling herself on his dick, and sliding up and down. She would stop at the head, and just flex her cunt muscles. She would flex them on the up and release them on the down, like she was milking him. Her hands went behind her back and fondled his balls, just like he told her to. She leaned forward and brushed his chest with her tits, and teased his lips with her nipples.

He lost track of how long she rode him. All he knew was that he had never had a pussy like this one. When she stopped, he presumed to take a bit of a rest, he flipped her over."On your hands and knees bitch. This is where it ends."

She willingly obliged. He sunk himself into her and began with long slow strokes in and out. She sighed, she moaned, she wiggled. By this time, he was too crazy with lust to care. He'd lost count of how many times he'd cum, and he was certain that he'd given her more orgasms than any man she'd ever been with. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and brought her up to his chest.

"Now, let me hear it. What are you?"

"I'm a whore." Her voice came out in rasps between thrusts. "A what? I didn't hear you BITCH."

"I'm a WHORE." she screamed at the top of her lungs while she came once again. "That's right. And whose whore are you?"

"I'm your whore. I'm your whore. I'm your whore." He knew her fingers were flying over her clit to help her cum some more. He pulled on her hair again.

"Like it rough right?" He thrust into her as hard as he could.

"Yes sir. I love it rough. May I have another?"

He thrust into her again, putting every muscle he could behind it. He was surprised when she kept asking for more. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, but he kept going. Her cunt was soaked, her cum was running down her thighs and he was ready to explode.

"Ok, listen up. I'm going to cum, and I'm going to cum inside this tight, sweet fucking cunt of yours. I am going to fill you up with cum, and when I'm done, I want you to scoop it out of your pussy with your fingers and rub it all over your tits. Got it? Answer me."

"Yes sir."

"Repeat your orders NOW."

"You're going to cum in me..."

"In your what?"

"In my tight, sweet fucking cunt. You are going to fill me up with cum, and when you're done, I will scoop it out of my pussy with my fingers and rub it all over my tits."

"That's right." And with a final thrust, he emptied his load into that pussy that he'd been fucking all afternoon. When he was done, he let her go, and sprawled in the chair. She lay on her back, and started fingering herself. When her hand was sticky with cum, she began rubbing it into her tits, like he ordered her."Suck your fingers." She did, and had he any more cum available, he would have shot his load again.

He gestured to the bathroom. "Get in the shower."

She went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in. He followed right behind her. He had another idea. As the water cascaded over them, causing her mascara to run in a strangely erotic way, his voice was not his own.

"I'm going to use the hand held massager on your pussy. So spread your legs. And I want you to cum, again and again and again. And honey, it would be so great to see you play with those gorgeous tits of yours while I'm doing it."

Her hands went willingly to her breasts. She pulled her nipples, massaged her mounds, all with a look of intense longing. She moaned and groaned, screamed in pleasure and whimpered in ecstasy.

"Please," she begged "Please, I can't take anymore."

"Well, tough. Cuz I can." He slammed his mouth on her again, and kissed her until they were both breathless. His prick rubbed against her leg, and she was amazed that he had this much stamina. "I'm hard again. Honey, I never want to stop fucking you." With that statement, he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and gripped him with her thighs.

He held her tight against him. Her back slid up and down the shower wall, and he was thankful that he had a non-slip coating on the floor. He nibbled on her neck, and she buried her head in his shoulder. Despite all the fucking she'd endured between both the dildo and his own massive cock, she still felt tight. His eyes rolled back at how good she felt. She screamed out loud as he made his final thrust into her, and just stayed there inside her. He could feel his cum dripping down over his rapidly softening member, and he gently set her down. Her knees buckled and he caught her as she swayed against him. He wrapped her in the fluffiest towel he had, and carried her to the bed. Drying her hair, she leaned back against him. The warmth from his body served to end the chill that was coursing through her body.

She had arrived at two in the afternoon, and it was now midnight. Ten hours of the most mind blowing sex she'd ever had. Yes, this trip was definitely worth it.

As they lay down to sleep, his arm curled around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He whispered to her "Thanks for coming down from Heaven for me Angel."

She replied "Thanks for having me -- again, and again, and again..."

© Angell 2006



Christmas Wish



I wrote this for my husband, Cody, who is in Iraq from May 2007 -- August 2008. He's pretty damn horny out there and requested I write him some dirty stories, so.. yeah. I decided to make it a little lovey-dovey because my heart's a bit lonely as is my bedside.

*

Dana sat on the floor, snuggled up under a warm blanket and staring at the blank, silent wall. It was nearly nine o'clock at night and she was beginning to wonder where her family was.

Dana was a twenty-one year old female who came to five foot three. She had blue eyes and naturally blonde hair -- which was dyed black at the moment. She wore one of her softer pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt.

It was Christmas Eve. After her husband, Cody, had been deployed, she had stayed in the city of Tacoma for six months, but after his R&R, she decided it was time to go home to Bellingham and to her family and wait for him to get home for good.

This particular night, her mom and sister had gone out to pick up a few things for tomorrow night's dinner. As Dana sat in the silent house and stared at that plain wall, her eyes occasionally flickered between her and her husband's engagement photo, and the flickering red and green lights of the Christmas tree.

Dana helped herself to another mug of steaming cocoa and after dropping some marshmallows into it, she snuggled into the blanket again and sighed loudly.

How she missed the touch of a man, she thought. For six months, she'd waited for Cody and when his R&R had come, she had reveled in the feel of his fingers, lips, and most of all, that hard cock of his. Now, she was once again waiting, albeit not very patiently, to feel that hard cock of his once more.

Considering that no one was currently home, Dana let her hand slip down to squeeze at her 42D-sized breast, her thumb drumming against her nipple and making it harden immediately. It ached with such desire that she groaned aloud and set the mug of cocoa down.

Her other hand, still warm from the cocoa, slipped into her pajama pants and found the mound of flesh. She pressed her palm against herself and stopped moving for a moment, enjoying the fleeting heat.

As her hand methodically squeezed at her breast, her other hand slid up a little. She pressed against the small slit of her cunt and was almost shocked to find how moist she already was. She groaned something. Her fingers hit her clit and she ground them down on it, closing her eyes and imagining the face of her beloved.

"Oh, Cody..." she gasped softly, "god, I wish you were here."

"I guess Santa decided that you'd been an extra good girl this year, didn't he?" A quiet voice replied.

Dana froze. She recognized that voice. She felt her face flush a deeply red color and now, she felt hot in a whole new way. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. What if this was only a fantasy that seemed very real and she ruined it by opening her eyes -- or worse, what if she discovered he wasn't there and had to deal with the disappointment of that?

"You don't have to stop. Keep your eyes closed." She heard the voice come again. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to move. There was the sound of movement. She imagined Cody putting down his bags. There was the rustle of clothing, which she imagined to be him putting down the jacket of his army uniform, the one that made him look so sexy.

A moment of silence came over the room and then Dana felt the warm presence of a hand wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes started to flutter open, but Cody's voice came urgently and soft. "No. Keep them closed, baby."

She did as he asked. His hand slid down her hand, his fingers tracing her fingers until they also rested against her clit. He began to use his fingers to grind her own against her clit, sending warm sensations of overwhelming pleasure rolling through her lower stomach. She moaned softly.

She felt her hair being moved to the side. He pulled on her hair a little to tilt her head and in a quick moment, she felt the warmth of his lips on her neck. His tongue flickered over the sensitive skin. The sensations of his fingers and his lips drove her crazy. Almost unintentionally, she began to gyrate her hips gently back and forth. As she inhaled so sharply through her nose, she felt as though she was in heaven -- the scent of his cologne filled her heart and her body.

Filled with a new excitement that he was really there, Dana lifted her arms and through them around Cody. His lips slid off of her neck and found her lips. A spark of heat seemed to ignite as their bodies finally pressed against each other.

Cody's hands found the waistband of her pajama pants and tugged downward, slowly exposing pieces of her pale flesh. Once her pants were completely removed, he pulled her shirt upward -- but before her breasts could feel the coolness in the room, his lips were against them.

Caught up in the passion, Dana arched her back against the intrusive tongue and grunted slightly with the growing need inside of her. She gripped blindly at his shirt to tug it off and suddenly, Cody pulled away.

"Keep your eyes closed." He instructed and she did so. She heard his footsteps and then knew, by how much darker it suddenly was, that Cody had turned the lights off. There was the rustle of clothing. "You can open them." And she did.

Standing before her, she could make out the shape of her husband. Red and green lights from the Christmas tree bounced off of his pearly flesh. She saw that he was nude. His toned, handsome body stood proudly before her and she distinctly saw his hard cock, standing at attention.

"Lay on your back." She wiggled downward until she laid on her back on the floor. Her heart thundered so hard against her chest that she was sure it would break her ribs at any moment.

"Spread your legs." Shyly, feeling her face go scarlet again, she did as he told her to. A moment of silence filled the moment. "Wider, baby. Spread your legs wide open. I want to see everything."

She froze for a moment, her heart pounding even harder. Then, slowly, she forced herself to spread out her legs, feeling the cool air hit her drenched pussy. Her fists tried desperately to grip at the carpet.

For the longest time, there was nothing -- Cody didn't say anything, move, and she didn't feel him anywhere. Then, suddenly, she felt the strangest sensation between her thighs. Cody pressed his entire mouth against her slit, her tongue pressing through the folds. Dana groaned loudly with surprise and delight, and bucked her hips upward.

His little wriggled up to her tongue and then circled it. She held her hips up, as if wanting to get closed to his mouth. He pulled back and disappointment washed over her, but a moment later, she felt the tip of his thick cock pressing into her.

Cody pressed himself firmly between his legs and lowered himself forward to that was lying above Dana. When Dana looked at him, she fought off the urge to cry with joy. How she had missed him, she thought momentarily. Cody reached down to cup her face in his hand and they stared in silence for a very long, loving moment.

Suddenly, with one animalistic thrust, Cody pushed the full length of his fat cock into her small pussy. She squealed loudly with more surprise and delight. Her pussy clenched at the invasion, but she felt rolls of pleasure coursing through her. Her hands encircled his back and she dug her nails in.

Cody groaned. His eyes closed, enjoying the moment of pleasure. Then he pulled his hips backwards and pushed forwards against, burying himself into her flesh more slowly this time. He pulled back and pushed forward, guiding himself into her fleshy body again and again.

Each time he delivered his cock into her, both of them gripped harder at each other and groaned a bit louder. Cody's thrusts began to come harder and faster, making Dana's breasts bounce between their bodies. A smacking sound could be heard and the pleasant scent of sex filled the room.

Time seemed to dissolve and become a concept neither of them could understand because right here, after so many months of separation and faithfulness, they drowned themselves in each other's presence and the surprise of how much passion they could muster after a year of love, a year of marriage.

Cody grunted something Dana could not hear, but she didn't need her ears. His hands gripped at her ass, clawed at it, trying to drag her whole body closer to his as his pounding cock began to slam into Dana's aching cunt without reserve, so hard that the floor beneath them thudded with each of the thrusts.

As Cody's nails dug deeply into Dana's skin, making her cry out with an intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Dana felt Cody's body stiffen up and then felt the warmth of his thick cum paint her walls. As if on queue, her walls crumbled in a spasmodic orgasm and she arched against him, her breasts proudly displayed.

Cody dropped his sweaty head against Dana's cleavage and ceased all movement. Both were silent, other than their heavy breathing and the sounds of their hearts.

After minutes, Cody looked up into Dana's drowsy, satisfied eyes and smiled. "Wow." He said.

"Wow." Dana repeated.

"I love you."

"And I love you." Dana said softly. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

"You're tired." Cody said softly. "Close your eyes. Go to sleep, my darling." She nodded. Although she didn't want them to, her eyelids slowly flickered shut. The very last thing Dana knew was the feel of Cody's lips on each of her eyelids and the soft whisper that came to her, exactly on the strike of midnight.

"Happy anniversary, honey...and Merry Christmas."

Bright lights. Dana blinked against the harsh light and discovered that it was morning light shining into the window. Suddenly, she realized that she was in her own bedroom and her own bed. She sat up quickly and looked around. There was no evidence of her dear husband. She looked down -- and discovered she was wearing her tee shirt and pajama pants.

Perplexed, she hurried from the bed and went into the living room to find Cody. But he was not there. His bags were nowhere to be seen and her mug of cocoa was in the sink. She searched the entire apartment, but found him nowhere. Confused and anxious, she went back to her bedroom and sat on her bed. Was it all a dream?

Ding-Ding -- her phone rang. Seeing Cody's number in Iraq, Dana hurriedly answered it. "Honey?" she asked hesitantly.

There was a second of silence and then a handsome chuckle. "You know, baby...I had a very vivid dream last night. I dreamt I came home to you...and we made hard, hot love right in front of the Christmas tree. The damndest thing is that the smell of your perfume is all over my pillow. Isn't that strange?"

"Very." Dana replied with confusion. She brought her own pillow to her nose and inhaled, breathing in the scent of his cologne. "Very." She repeated.

NON-SEXUAL ENDING

April 2nd, Dana went to the doctor for a normal checkup. After running several tests, the doctor confirms what Dana is suspecting -- she is pregnant. Overjoyed, Dana tells Cody the news immediately.

Dana is more confused when she has her first ultrasound later that week. After the doctor does the ultrasound, he tells her that her conception date is a little over a month after Cody went back to Iraq -- she is given the conception date of Christmas Eve or Christmas.

The months pass -- and Cody comes home a month and a half before his first daughter is born...a daughter who mysteriously came into being on the night of a whispered wish.



Christmas Wish



Janice wasn't attractive.

She knew this about herself and in a way it defined her. She was worse than plain, she was forgettable. Add to this sad state the fact that she was very shy and you realize you have a recipe for almost never getting laid. And she hadn't.

Her first sexual experience was with a boy who she later found out was going out with her on a bet and had decided to see how far he could go with her on a whim. Her initial resistance had crumbled like a façade and Janice had jumped at the chance to relieve herself of a virginity she'd never thought she'd be able to lose. She'd spent the summer with that boy and had learned much, especially when they went back to school--she had learned how boys will call you a whore at school if you fuck them. She had had little sex since then, long years ago. She was afraid to get to know people and was never at ease around members of the opposite sex. She was wildly sexual in her mind and masturbated frequently, using everything from little bullet vibrators to a monster eight-inch dildo as big around as her forearm. She liked oral, anal, and vaginal (of course), and her toys served her well. Other things they were not well-suited for: hand jobs, blow jobs, warm throbbing spurts of hot salt in her mouth accompanied by moaning and a pulling hand in her hair. When she licked her juice off her fingers, she thought about what it would be like to service another woman like a slave and the thought sent bolts of lust to her pussy. She wouldn't do it given the opportunity, but she knew the opportunity would not come anyway, not for her. Maybe if she were pretty, or interesting, or not terrified of looking like an idiot--

So it cannot be surprising that as she drove home from her Aunt Janice's house--Aunt Janice, for whom she was named--and her mind was preoccupied with sex and romance. This, and every other year, all she'd wanted for Christmas was a boyfriend. One who would make her love all kinds of thrilling and forbidden things. She wanted a man to fuck her in the ass, or to make her suck her own juice from his cock for one split second before it exploded in her mouth, or to eat her pussy.

She thought about the shopping she had yet to do as she absently pressed the crotch of her jeans up against herself and gave a little wiggle that made her gasp. She repeated this again and again before she realized that she was masturbating in the car. She let the seam of the jeans rub her clit through her panties and the heat down there drove her crazy. It was a very short time later that she pulled her car over and stuck her hand down her pants. She spread her legs as wide as she could in jeans and car, slid two fingers into her unwanted pussy and flicked her clit with her thumb. This sent shocks through her and she rubbed her clit with her thumb, sliding the hood over it until she felt herself clench inside, felt her pussy contract and shocks travel the length of her body. Her orgasm rocketed through her and made her throw her head back and moan. It soaked her panties and her fingers and left her breathless but somehow hollow. And then with a quick suck of the fingers she was back on the road and feeling empty, worthless and unlovable.

She was tired of masturbation. She told her friends that she was single by choice but the only men she knew were not interested in her. Nobody was. She didn't go out much because she was afraid of her appearance; she didn't go to clubs because only whores went clubbing without a man or an entourage of female companions. She had tried online dating services but sooner or later they wanted a picture and she was terrified to send one. Masturbation was all she had left and it wasn't really doing it for her anymore, which meant she had nothing. 

To keep her maudlin thoughts at bay, she thought back to her aunt's house and the gift-giving between her relatives. She had gotten three bracelets which had gone straight onto her wrists, and a sweater from the depths of Hell that she wouldn't put on a dog. She had gotten a wallet, which she needed, and a pair of wool toe socks, which she didn't. A backpack, which she liked, and a gray plastic windbreaker, which she loathed, but she threw it in the trunk against a sudden shower.

At the sight of the sign for the neighborhood market , she remembered she needed to stop. She pulled into the parking lot and got out, her knees shaking and her belly feeling a bit liquid from her orgasm. when there he was: the Cute Bag Boy, a gorgeous man in his twenties.

Janice thought he was irresistible, and he had starred in more than a few of her masturbatory features of late. He'd started working there a few weeks ago, and each time she saw him Janice was stricken by his beauty and the fit of his jeans. The last time she saw him he'd been idly talking on his cellphone and sporting a huge erection. Her eyes had popped and her poor neglected pussy had cried out in anguish at this Adonis standing there on the front walk of the store and absently rubbing his bulge. 

She'd gone home and cruelly raped herself with The Big One, and then lay in bed and cried..

Now, here he was again, his jeans tighter than she thought decent but she didn't mind, of course he wouldn't notice her looking...he never did.

But he did. His head swiveled around and his eyes locked on her, and Janice felt a flush of terror throughout her body. The dampness in her panties suddenly doubled and she felt a little faint as he began to walk over to her.

"Hi," he said, and Janice waved weakly. "You should be careful out here in the parking lot at night, there's bad folks out there," he continued, and his eyes roamed over her small breasts and her hips a bit wide for her body. "A pretty girl like you could get into trouble."

Janice involuntarily looked over her shoulder. "Me?"

The man just laughed. He was beautiful when he laughed, Janice thought; he looked to be just the right age, in his mid-twenties, and he was looking at her in a way that men just didn't look at her.

"I don't see any other hot women out here," he told her, smiling. "I'm just looking out for you..." He moved close to her and looked into her eyes. "And I'd do anything if you'd just go out with me."

Her jaw dropped. "Me, go out with YOU?" 

The bag-boy looked hurt. "Well, I thought, I had to ask you, you're..." he backed away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that...why do you want to go out with ME?" Her heart was pounding and she fought to keep her voice from breaking. "I mean, NOBODY asks me out."

"You're kidding, right?" he asked after a moment. "'Cuz that's impossible." He looked incredulous and Janice wondered if she'd wandered into someone's acid trip.

"Um, no..." She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her at all, let alone asking her out. She felt warmth between her thighs. "They just don't. I don't get out a lot." She smiled at him and he grinned back at her. "Sure, I'll go out with you, when?" 

"Uh, I'm off work...do you want to do something now?"

Janice considered. She had nothing to do tonight, her hair was clean (not that it helped), and her cellphone battery had died three days ago and she hadn't gotten around to recharging it. "Okay, I'll drive. but I need to know something."

"What?" he looked pensive.

"What's your name?"

"I'm really glad you came out with me," Scott told her, and his voice was so sincere that Janice felt her heart melt a little. She didn't know why this guy had obsessed on her, but she didn't mind, oh no. "I was ready to just go home..."

"And what?" Janice asked him.

"Well, you know..."

"What?" Her tone was insistent.

"After seeing you? I was going to go home and...jerk off, probably."

Janice slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the deserted road. Crickets chirped in the ditch beside the car and when she looked at him in the light from the instrument panel she saw him reach for the door handle. "Wait," she told him, and he turned and looked at her; his face was crestfallen. 

"Hey, you know, I'm sorry I said that, I know I was out of line," he told her.

Janice practically leapt across the car to press her lips to his. He returned her kiss fervently, his tongue in her mouth and his arms around her, comfortable and warm. Janice snuggled into his embrace and kissed, and kissed again, and she felt his breathing deepen. She curved her neck to whisper in his ear. "You don't have to jerk off, Scott," She whispered, and her hand felt the stiffness in his tight jeans. "Do you have a..you know...?"

"What?" He looked lost. 

"A...condom," she said, blushing. At Scott's stricken look, she knew he had none, which meant the game plan had changed. She kissed him passionately and tugged at his fly.

Scott unfastened his fly for her and she reached in and pulled out what he had. It was beautiful, thick and hard, and the first uncut cock she'd ever held in her hand. She bent to it, touching her lips to its head and inhaling his scent. She had sucked few cocks before and she tried to remember how she'd done it, darting her tongue along the underside of the shaft and then taking all of him in her mouth.

She took him as deeply as she could, and then deeper, feeling him pass her tonsils and fighting not to gag. She pulled back until just the tip of the head lay between her lips and she squeezed just a little. His responding moan encouraged her, and she took him deep again, flicking her tongue back and forth on the underside as his dick slid into her, and then pulling out, feeling the silken flesh between her lips as she closed them on his shaft and rubbed him as she moved away from him. She felt him move against her as she sucked his foreskin and plunged him into her throat again. She felt him thrust into her as she took him and she tasted salty juices on her tongue. She pulled out and took him in as he thrust into her, and again, and the taste of his come was strong in her mouth.

"Janice..." Scott's voice was strained. "I'm gonna--"

She was not to be denied. She sucked him in deep and pulled back, and suddenly his hands were on her head, pulling and pushing, fucking himself with her mouth. She closed her eyes and held on for the ride, by no means a nonparticipant; her lips and tongue worked on him and his taste was strong on her tongue and it was no surprise when his breathing hitched and he forced out a guttural moan. His cock swelled and pressed against the roof of her mouth, and then it spasmed and his seed shot into her throat. He grunted each time he gushed forth into her. Janice closed her throat and let him pool within her mouth, till working her tongue, and when he pulled from her mouth with an audible pop, she pulled away from him, opened the car door, and spat his come onto the dirt shoulder of the road. She didn't know him. But she felt a bit denied; had he been a steady date, she would have swallowed him for sure.

She put the car in drive, shyly avoiding his gaze as he refastened his jeans and sat up in the seat. 

"That...that was incredible," he told her. "Thank you..."

"You don't have to thank me," she replied. "I liked it. If you'd had a condom..." Her voice trailed off; they both knew the end of that sentence.

"I'll never be without one again," he said, so seriously that she laughed.

She thought a long time. "Do you want to come home with me?" she asked him quietly, and his face lit up.

"Like you have to ask."

As soon as the door as closed behind him, he was upon her, kissing her face and pressing himself against her. She bent over to pick up the mail from the basket under the slot and he was behind her, his hard cock sliding against the crack of her ass. Despite herself, she pushed back into him, moaning softly as his arms encircled her and held her fast as his rigid cock sought to burrow through two pairs of jeans and into her ass. She moved with him, stretching her neck to kiss him. One hand slipped under her blouse and up into her bra, cupping her breast, and she knew her nipple was rock-hard by the electric way it rubbed against his hand. He cupped and squeezed gently and her knees went to water. She rubbed against the hardness behind her and against her and took his hand and practically dragged him to the bedroom.

She rummaged around in her nightstand and found a condom, aged but still sealed, and the two of them speedily disrobed. She stood before him naked, watching him undress, watching the ripple of muscle under the skin and the fine hair on his chest and arms, and he dropped his briefs and turned to her--

He stopped and looked at her, and his brow furrowed. "Janice?" 

"Yes?" she asked quietly, confused. His look made her self-conscious and she crossed her arms over her breasts and hunched her shoulders up a little. "What's wrong, Scott?"

"Well, uh--nothing's wrong," he answered lamely. "I just...this is fast for me, okay?" He looked at her a moment longer and then put on his briefs. "I just feel weird about this," he told her. "I'm just gonna go."

Janice watched in silence as he dressed, then reached for her own clothes. "Do you want me to take you back to the market?" she asked him. She felt insulted and a bit used.

"No, I can walk back," he told her hurriedly. Janice dropped her clothes and followed him to the door.

"Scott, it's half a mile in the cold!"

"I'm okay, I like to walk," he responded, backing away from her.

This was too much; she boiled over. She reached behind him and unlocked and opened the door. "Okay, fine, go, you asshole!" she yelled at him, and as he backed out the door she flung it shut in his face.

Janice went upstairs and got into bed. She tried to masturbate but couldn't come; she tried three different tools but ended up frustrated, and instead she bawled for three hours.

"Wow, hi Janice, looking good!" the postman called out as he closed her mailbox door.

Janice stopped. This mailman had dropped off mail at this address for two years and had never so much as said hello to her. She hadn't known he even knew her name, and now he complimented her on looking almost exactly the same as she had last night. Certainly, she'd always considered him cute, somebody she'd do if he'd ever stop the jeep and talk to her, and true, she'd just been looking at him kind of wistfully, but still--

The more she'd thought about it, the more it had seemed like some kind of joke had been played on her. Scott had been receptive to getting his cock sucked, but when he was in her bedroom, then he'd figured it had gone on long enough and --

She looked down the street and saw that the postman just hit a mailbox. 

Janice trotted down the street and looked in on him. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, hey, I'm okay," he told her, rather absently. His vacuous gaze crawled over her and settled back on her face. "I just...look, I'm probably not supposed to do this, but would you like to have dinner? Maybe tonight?"

The sense of the surreal made her dizzy and a little ill. "Eh, I don't think so," she told him, surprising herself, and walked back to her own driveway as the owner of the mailbox came out in his bathrobe and began screaming incoherently at the postman.

Janice inwardly cursed Scott as she drove back to the market; she hadn't got her shopping done and now there was a chance he'd be there, and she was angry at him and embarrassed to have been the butt of some practical joke.

He was not in evidence as she shopped, selecting bananas and cans and other items for the Christmas dinner she would undoubtedly be eating alone. She considered and selected a canned ham small enough to feed one plus leftovers and placed it in her basket. 

She found an empty checkout and as she rummaged in her new wallet for cash, a soft voice sounded from her side. "May I help you out with this?"

She turned and saw Scott at the end of the lane, bagging her groceries. Against her will her pussy grew damp.

"You're a real dick," she told him.

He looked up, eyes slitted, then stopped and looked at her for a long moment.

"Yeah, I know, and I'm the biggest idiot in the world too," he responded, "and I want to make it up to you so bad and I don't know if I can." His eyes were wide and liquid and he looked very sad.

"Well, keep working at it, pal," she replied. She made to grab her groceries but Scott pulled them away.

"Please let me carry these out for you," he told her softly.

Janice stared at him a moment. "Do you have some kind of mental illness, where you want a woman and let her take you home, then suddenly you just want to get away from her?" she asked him, rather loudly. She heard a ripple of dim laughter pass through the people around them in the market.

"I guess I must," he replied. "I was crazy to leave you last night."

She lunged for her bags again but he evaded her. "Okay, whatever," she told him in a surly voice, and walked away; she heard him follow through the door and across the lot to the shady area behind the store where she'd thought to avoid his seeing her car. She opened the trunk and made way for him to set he two bags down, and then reached up to close the trunk and found his arms around her and his lips against her neck. 

"I am so sorry, baby, I never should have left like that," he whispered. "Let me make it up to you now..."

"What?" she asked, and "But you're working!" was out of her mouth before she could stop it. She realized it meant an acquiescence, and an implied invitation to come over after work. And she realized she didn't care; he was warm, male, and cute, and she wanted his cock buried to the hilt in her.

"I'll quit my job," he told her, smiling.

She led him to the passenger's side of the car, farthest from the store. She kissed him and found unexpected passion. 

She unlocked the front door and reached behind to unlock the rear one, then faced him."You don't have to quit your job." She opened the door and unfastened her jeans, dropping them around her ankles as she sat. She kicked off her shoes to slip them off and lay back on the seat, her face burning but knowing she needed it, she needed it right then, and she spread for him.

He dropped his pants to his knees and brought his rather sizable hard cock into view. Janice remembered its taste but had never seen it in good light, and looking at it she found her mouth watering. She reached between her legs to grasp it, pulling it to her in a series of tugs that let led him to her while allowing him to feel the stroke of her hand. 

She could fit two hands on his shaft before it really covered the head, and she marveled in excitement of what her pussy was going to take after two years without. She drew him to her and reached into her purse, pulling forth the condom she'd put there in the unlikely event anything like last night ever happened again, but by the time she held it up he was already tearing open his own. Sheathed, he neared her and they moaned simultaneously as the head of his cock touched her lips. She spread wider and gasped sharply as he pressed into her, but she was so slick from his presence that he slid into her, slowly, inexorably, painful but not agonizing and raising a delirious heat to her that washed away any caring about discomfort. She pulled him to her and pressed her hips forward onto him, feeling him caress her inside and wanting, needing more. She was sorry when his pubic bone met hers, then crying out as he ground himself against her. He pulled back, and she felt every centimeter of him pulling out, then sliding in, well-lubricated and insistent. He ground against her again, and she felt herself tighten around him as the sensation coursed through her. He established a rhythm, pulling out slowly, sliding into her quickly with a delicious grind against he pubic bone that rubbed her clit against her labia.

She found her hands were locked into claws in his back and relaxed her fingers, hearing his sigh of relief and a smoothing-out of his movements into her and away. She lifted her legs and hooked her toes into the doorframe of the car, urging him with her hands to give it to her harder, and he accommodated her, slamming into her, never ceasing the grind at the end of each stroke. Her toes curled against the frame and she felt a familiar tightening in the muscles of her thighs, a harbinger of impending orgasm. Still he thrust into her, harder and faster of his own accord and she welcomed it, moaning with every breath and pulling his shirt to pull him into her faster, faster.




Christmas Wish



Her orgasm swept through her, a brush fire burning away any reason beyond the hard penis in her, nudging her G-spot, and the impact of his pubic bone against her, and she gripped him, once, again, and again, and his answering spurt drew words from her: "Oh, Scott... oh God, yes--" and she drew the 'e' out into a long ecstatic moan, "--fuck me, fuck...oh fuck...oh baby yes, come in me..." and words failed her again as he complied, feeling him throb within her. He finally stilled and she held him close to her, riding out her climax as its last waves crashed through her.

"Wow," they said simultaneously, and chuckled. 

"Let's go somewhere," Scott said suddenly. "Together."

"You have to work," Janice answered.

"No, I'll quit," he insisted, but she shook her head.

"Don't quit your job. If you want to see me again, you will."

"I never want to not see you again," he told her.

Janice's head had stopped spinning and she began to wonder about all this. "Scott...why did you do that last night?"

He looked nonplussed. "I don't...I don't know, Janice. I just...felt weird...like, you weren't the person who had...who had taken me home," he finished lamely, and Janice wondered if he was too shy to say 'sucked me off'.

"But today is different?" He nodded.

"Today I looked at you while I was bagging your groceries and you were irresistible. I had to have you. I have to," he corrected himself. "It was like the sun had come up in there."

"Did you see me before you started bagging my groceries?" she asked, and he nodded again. "But you didn't think the sun had come up?"

"You looked like any other girl, I guess," he answered. "But then when I got close to you, I...saw you." He shrugged.

Janice was suddenly uneasy. "I, uh, better go," she told him, pushing him up and pulling him out of her with a whimper of anguish. He stood before her, his cock still at half-mast, while she pulled up her pants and slipped her shoes on. 

"I get off at two-thirty," he told her hopefully.

Janice locked the front and rear doors and closed them, then walked to the driver's side and got in. Out of a sense of pity, she unrolled the window. "Okay, two-thirty," she told him. "And you better be out here waiting."

She drove off and chanced a look in the rear view mirror and saw him still standing with his pants around his knees and a full condom on his softening spear. She giggled. "He's pretty," she said to herself, "But not real bright." 

Off work for a few days, she had expected to stay home and watch TV, maybe do some research for her job, but her self-esteem was bolstered by Scott and the puzzle he presented, and so she dropped by her friend Joanne's place to find her dressed to leave. 

"Hi Jo," she said at the door, just as Joanne was walking out. 

"Jan!" she responded. "I was just going over your place to ask you to go shopping. I didn't expect you to want to go," she confessed.

Janice smiled. "I'd like to," she said. "What are you shopping for? Someone special?"

Jo scoffed. "Like who? My dad?" Jo was, like Janice, perpetually single and perpetually frumpy; the two of them could walk through a whorehouse and no-one would notice. "No, I got some money in the mail from the folks and I'm going to buy a handbag and a nice pair of shoes."

"Wow, you must have gotten a lot," Janice said, shaking her head. "Okay, let's go."

It was a joke between them that if one of them saw an attractive man at the mall, they would point him out to the other and make fun of his seeming arrogance. At the mall, Jo pointed out a few, and did the appropriate playacting. Janice spotted one and began the act but she had no sooner begun then the man locked eyes with her and her faux arrogance petered out. 

"He's walking over," Jo whispered. "You must have really ticked him off."

The man walked up to Janice and looked at her; he spared not even a glance for Jo. "Hi, I noticed you over here and I thought you might like to join me in a cup of coffee?"

"I...I'm shopping...shopping with my friend," she stammered, and the man finally looked at Jo with a faint look of annoyance.

"Why does a hot chick like you hang out with HER?" he asked her, unsubtle.

"'Hot chick'?" Jo could obviously stand no more of this. "'Hot chick'? What, are you from the fucking seventies?" She was livid.

"You know, I don't think so," Janice told him, regaining her tongue. "If you're nice to me but an asshole to my friend, you're an asshole."

The man looked chastened. "You're right," he told her, and faced Jo. "Please forgive me, that was rude." He faced Janice. "Let me give you my number...I'll treat both of you."

Two hours later, Jo had finished her shopping and Janice had bought a bracelet to add to her collection. She had gotten eight phone numbers and four outright propositions. Jo was thoroughly depressed. "How did you do it?" she asked. 

Janice shrugged, just as confused. "I don't know," she told Jo. "But I can tell you the last two days have been very weird." She related the story of Scott, which she had withheld from her friend in the interest of sparing her feelings.

"Now I'm getting hit on by every guy I think I might sleep with, given the chance...I don't get it either."

"Did you get new perfume or something for Christmas?" Jo asked her. "Maybe something with, like, pheromones in it?"

"No," she admitted. "I got a new backpack, some horrible clothes that probably don't fit me, some new bracelets...and get this: Toe socks. That seventies guy might like them." She giggled.

"Nothing you have on right now?"

"No." Janice shook her head.

"Well, I intend to go home and get drunk." Jo looked despondent.

"Oh, don't do that..."

"Oh, please, Miss Popularity," Jo answered her. "I wish it was so easy for ME to get laid."

At Jo's house, they discussed further the sudden wave of male largesse that had swamped Janice while Jo stood by and watched like the wallflower she typically was. Janice had already crossed many of her suitors off the list for being rude to Jo, and she had many reservations about the remainder. Jo had made good on her promise to get drunk today and they had already had two mai tais apiece; Janice was feeling loose.

As she reached for her glass, she admired the new bracelet on her wrist, and how it looked with the others, and stopped. "Hey Jo?"

Jo walked over. "What?" She set a third glass in front of Janice.

"I got bracelets for Christmas, I forgot. I'm wearing those."

"Who gave them to you?" 

Janice thought back, a difficulty in her current condition. She pointed. "This one," and she pointed to a braided gold one, "came from my Aunt Janice, and this one," she pointed at a thin band of beaten silver with intricate inlays of copper, "came from my cousin James. He always gets me nice ones." She smiled. "This one I bought today." She pointed to a thin gold band, plain and unadorned. Then she pointed at a carved wooden one. "This one...hmm." Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. She dimly remembered a little box wrapped in silver foil, with her name on it but the From: field had been blank. "I don't know who sent me this one, but I really like it."

"You don't know?" Jo examined the bracelet. "Can I see that?"

Janice removed the bracelet; she felt no different. 

Jo picked it up.

Janice stared at Jo and felt a vast and sweeping desire. She found her heart pounding and her pussy was sopping wet. She rose from the table and, under pretense of hugging her, embraced her closer than was decent. Jo was surprised but answered her embrace.

"Jo..." Janice began, her mouth dry, "can I--" And she found her lips against Jo's, her sandpapery tongue in Jo's mouth.

Jo kissed her back, tongue darting, and reached under the back of Janice's shirt to scratch her back. When she brought her hands to the front Janice noted that she had put the bracelet around her wrist, but she didn't care; she would give it to Jo if she could only be with her. 

Jo's hands slipped up to her bra and her fingers slipped inside to find Janice's nipple's erect and Janice knew that Jo could feel her heart pounding. Her own fingers fiddled with the closure on Jo's slacks and, this accomplished, slid down to find her pussy as wet as her own. "Oh, Jo," she whispered, "I want to kiss you here."

Jo disengaged and, holding her slacks up with one hand, led Janice by the other down the hall to her messy bedroom and threw her on the bed. Then she kicked off her shoes, dropped her slacks and panties to the floor, and straddled Janice's face, kneeling. "You want to kiss me? Then kiss me."

Janice found herself looking up at Jo's wet delta, Jo's face looking down on her, and she loved her and would do anything for her. She grabbed Jo's hips and pulled her down to her.

She tasted sea salt, and honey, and an indescribable something that fueled her passion as her tongue parted Jo's lips. Her tongue shot to Jo's clitoris and the other girl hissed and pulled away. "That's too much, baby," she said, and Janice began caressing her lips with her tongue, drawing moans of pleasure from Jo. Juice flowed onto her face and she reached up to Jo's breasts; Jo threw her head back and began to rock slightly on Janice's tongue. Janice pointed her tongue and thrust into Jo's love tunnel and the woman went wild, throwing her hips forward for Janice's easy access and groaning her pleasure in a deep voice. Janice thrust again and again, tasting her juices with relish, and Jo sank to her hands and knees; Janice moved cautiously back to Jo's clit to find the touch welcomed by a groan and a quiver throughout the woman's body. 

Janice slipped her hands down her own jeans and began to rub her own clitoris in circles, feeling her summit nearing, her pelvic muscles tightening and her tongue working on Jo with renewed frenzy; she felt the other woman soaring upward into her own ecstasy and Jo spasmed above her. "Janice," she groaned, her voice raising at the end as she sailed over the edge. Jo's pussy dripped warm juice onto her face in the grip of orgasm and Janice licked it up, wanting, needing to please this woman shaking above her. Her wet fingers stopped their exploration and, sensing what the other woman needed, she raised them to Jo's face and felt her licking tongue on her sticky fingers and felt another wash of hot love course over her face. 

"Janice, you're awesome," Jo told her, and an irrational wave of pride washed over her. She slipped her jeans down to her ankles and began to play in earnest, watching Jo's movements as she rummaged under the bed and brought forth a good-sized realistic dildo and a strap-on harness. "Now I'm going to fuck you silly. Get those jeans off."

Janice complied, kicking her shoes off and sliding out of her constricting pants while Jo buckled her contraption on. When the other girl positioned herself between Janice's thighs she pulled her down to her face, and their kiss lingered as Jo slid the dildo into her slick pussy in one long delirious stroke. Jo pulled back and sank slowly into her, pulled back until Janice could feel the rubber head of the dildo right at her opening and then slid in right against her G-spot. Janice pulled her knees to her chest and locked her ankles around the other woman's buttocks, pulling Jo into her and prompting her for more speed, harder thrusts. She felt herself nearing orgasm again, and ground herself against Jo, Feeling the full length of the dildo inside her. As Jo started pulling back again, she applied pressure with her feet, shortening and speeding Jo's thrusts into her and groaning deep in her throat as she neared and neared and exploded under Jo, crying out and growling, holding her still as her pussy clenched around the dildo again and again, her eyes locked on Jo's and her fingers squeezing her nipples. 

Jo pulled out of her and detached her harness; she held the dildo before Janice's face and Janice's tongue snaked around it, tasting herself, similar to Jo's taste but different, muskier and more delicate. She found Jo's tongue playing with her own on the dildo as they shared Janice's taste.

Jo finally collapsed beside Janice on the bed and Janice lay her head upon Jo's chest, listening to her heartbeat and watching Jo fiddle with the bracelet on her wrist.

"Jan, I really hate to take this off," Jo said softly. "I've wanted this for years. That's the biggest reason I don't go out with guys. They never did it for me the way fantasizing about you does. Now we've done it and it was better than I expected and it'll probably never happen again. I really love you." Her voice was sad and broke on the last word.

She pulled the bracelet off her wrist and Janice froze.

"Joanne, what the fuck."

Janice leapt off the bed and grabbed for her clothing. "Why the FUCK did you do this?" she yelled. "You fucking raped me."

Jo shook her head in silent denial of Janice's accusation. 

"Why? Why, Jo?" Janice expressed confusion and betrayal in her tone. "Why couldn't you have just asked me?"

"What would you have said?" Jo asked her softly.

Janice knew what she would have said; she would have said no. Jo could have gotten her into bed no other way. But now they both knew their friendship was over.

Jo picked up the bracelet and Janice felt a deep wave of affection for Jo and gratitude for the incredible fucking she'd just received at the hands of the other woman; when Jo handed her the bracelet, the feeling was gone but Janice's remembrance of the pleasure she'd felt remained.

"Janice," Jo said softly, "I think that thing makes anyone you are hot for fall for you. I've been hot for you forever, and it made you hot for me too." She hung her head. "I'm sorry I wasn't stronger." A tear fell to the carpet.

Janice grabbed her handbag and donned her coat. "I think I should go," he told Jo.

"Please don't," the other woman said in a miserable voice.

But Janice, still woozy from the cocktails, walked to the door and out of the house.

Janice left her car in the street and walked homeward, her head hanging. She had gotten half a block and no-one molested her, despite the fact that she was wearing the bracelet. She realized that she didn't want anyone; that she had passed several attractive men and none had accosted her. No sooner did she acknowledge her attraction for one of them than he peeled off from his crowd and neared her.

"Don't even come close to me, motherfucker," she screamed at him. "Not interested. Do you hear me? Not. Interested."

"I'm sorry," the man told her and backed away.

Janice walked on, her head down, trying to look at no-one, and tripped on the concrete. Finally she took off the wooden bracelet and slipped it into her pocket.

She was unmolested all the way home.

She arrived to find Scott sitting on her porch. "Did you forget our--" He stopped and looked at her. "I, uh, guess you did. Well, forget it then. I have things to do." 

Janice said not a word as he got up and walked away.

She let herself in and dropped into a kitchen chair, her head hanging and her hands at her sides. She still felt liquid inside, the way she did after she'd been well-fucked, and she was sad about Jo, more sad than angry now. She realized why the woman had shortened her name to Jo, like Joe; she was a closeted lesbian. Not so closeted anymore, she realized.

She came to the difficult conclusion that if something had somehow happened between them without the aid of the bracelet, she would have enjoyed the sex. She remembered the taste of Jo and the way she had responded to her touches. Janice had been wearing no bracelet then, and she knew that Jo's responses to her were pure even if her method was not. Janice was resentful but there was now an undeniable sexual tension in her for Jo, and a flattery that the other woman had such feelings for her.

She examined herself and realized that it was not meant to be, that she liked dick too much to be a lesbian. She got up and walked to the bathroom to shower and wash the stale pleasure from herself.

Janice needed her car; she walked toward Jo's house hoping that the other woman wasn't in. As she walked, the bracelet in her pocket, she experimented; she considered men she passed as potential sex partners but no-one noticed. She stopped and eyed an attractive man who did not notice her; she cautiously slipped the bracelet on and watched his head swivel toward her and his approach toward her.

She slipped the bracelet off and the man stopped and looked confused. "Can I help you?" she asked him.

"Eh, no, I'm good," the man told her. "I thought you were someone else."

"Someone hot, you mean," she told him, her voice contemptuous. The man gave her a look like she was crazy and turned his back on her without further words. Janice continued past him.

As she walked , she noticed a department store Santa ringing his bell next to a black pot. She rummaged for some change and dropped it into the pot. The Santa nodded to her and she made to walk away.

"You have to give it back, you know," the Santa told her. Janice stopped.

"Give what back?" she asked him.

"You know," Santa said, and his voice carried a freight of amusement.

"Where did it come from?" she asked him. The Santa shrugged.

"Is that important?"

She admitted it wasn't; she was curious.

"All such gifts are there to teach one a lesson," Santa told her, "wherever the gift comes from. When the lesson is learned, the gift is useless and only makes matters worse."

Santa looked at her, and she knew he was right.

Janice pulled the bracelet out of her pocket and held it out to him. She kept her eyes on Santa; she was not sexually attracted to him, after all, and he was probably immune anyway.

He motioned to the pot. Janice slipped the bracelet through the hole and turned away from Santa, looking down the street. His voice came from behind her.

"Well done. And now for you: If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?"

"World peace," she said automatically, and heard a deep chuckle behind her.

"Ho-ho-ho!" Santa's laugh was just as she imagined the real one would, if he existed. "This one is for you alone. What would it be?"

Janice thought hard. She'd had the opportunity to have anyone she wanted, but it was cheap; they hadn't wanted her, they had wanted what the bracelet had made them see. Had anyone really wanted her for her? Only one, she realized: Jo.

She remembered the sex, how it had felt, even afterward when Jo had taken off the bracelet, and Jo--plain, but not ugly, forgettable as herself--had cared for her without it.

"I guess..." She looked at her shoes. "I guess I'd wish I could love Joanne, that I could be what she wanted me to be."

Behind her, Santa's voice was gentle. "That was the right one," he said. "The gift was never for you; it was for her. You are the gift."

Janice turned around to look at him and her jaw dropped.

Santa, the pot and the bell, all were gone.

Bemused, she turned, wondering if this was an hallucination, maybe the result of her drinks earlier in the day, but she turned slowly and walked toward Jo's house with a new understanding and whole new view of the world.

She passed her car to knock on Jo's door. Jo had been crying and her face was puffy; she looked confused to see Janice ever again.

Janice stepped close to her and kissed her softly. 

"Merry Christmas," she told her, and closed the door behind her.