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Secret Santa

By: Secret Santa



The next few dates were similar. They would start kissing and move on to groping. It got to heavy petting until Theresa put a stop to it. However, the weekend after, Theresa couldn't stop it. She didn't want to. She needed release and enjoyed the chance to. Theresa had three wonderful orgasms that night. Robert was exhausted after two. She could have gone on and when she turned to Robert to continue, he was fast asleep. 

Theresa enjoyed her relationship with Robert. Then four months into the relationship, Theresa noticed that Robert wasn't as attentive. He became more selfish in bed. A couple of weeks later, she saw the signs. Robert was dating someone else and he was being clumsy about hiding that fact. He would tell her he has a meeting but not get home until late. When she called his office, his assistant would tell her he was not in that day or he had gone for an extended lunch. 

Finally, two weeks later, she confronted Robert. He did not deny it. He simply packed up his things and left. Theresa was crushed. She thought it was going somewhere. She cried all evening. In the morning, she cried some more in the shower. 

She went to work, avoiding the coffee shop. 

Susan walks by Theresa's office and glances in. She sees Theresa crying. Susan stops and walks into her office. 

"Theresa. What's wrong, honey?" Susan asks. 

"We broke up last night." Theresa says as she tries to choke back the next sob into her tissue. 

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry!" Susan says and walks over to Theresa. 

She pushes Theresa's chair so that it swivels Theresa to face her. She puts her arms around Theresa and hugs her. 

"What happened?" Susan asks as she pulls away Theresa. 

"He was seeing someone else." 

"That bastard." 

"I should have known, you know." Theresa says as she wiped some more tears from her eyes. 

"How could you have known?" 

"This last month, he has been more distant. I've called him when he had said he'll be in long meetings and his secretary tells me he's out for the day or he is at a long lunch." 

"That bastard." Susan replies again. 

"He didn't even deny it last night!" 

Susan hugs Theresa again as she began to cry once more. 

"I thought it was going to go somewhere with him, Sue." 

Susan patted Theresa on the back, "I know. I'm sorry." 

Theresa cried some more. Susan just held her. 

A few minutes later, Theresa pulls away. She wipes the tears from her eyes. 

"Thanks Sue. I'm sorry to be like this." 

"Hey, it's not a problem. Sorry that the guy is such a jerk. Can't believe that men would do that to women." 

"I don't think all men would do that." 

Susan laughs. "Oh? Name one." 

"I can't think of one right now. But I'll tell you when I do." 

Susan pats Theresa's arm and nods, "Okay, I need to get going. Will you be okay?" 

Theresa nods and says, "Yes. Thanks again Sue." 

Susan nods and walks out of her office. 

That morning did not go so well for Theresa. For some reason her computer kept on crashing. She put a call down to Jack but his line was busy. So she called the head of the IT department to put in a request for service. 

***

That was a month ago. Since then, they've talked every day and at least once a day. Jack was still nervous around Theresa and has his occasional lapses into incoherency around her but he was doing much better. Every Friday throughout the month, Theresa would go and say goodbye to Jack. Every time, she would give him a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. And every Friday night, Jack would go home and relieve himself. Every single time it was an intense experience. 

Monday morning, Jack sits at his desk and looks up at his screen as the alert for new email comes in. Jack clicks on the message and reads. It is a note to all the office workers to see Susan about the annual 'Secret Santa'. The gifts were to be $20 and under. The names will be drawn at random. All those wishing to participate will need to contact Susan. The email also went on to detail where the event would be held. As usual, it will be held at the company Holiday party. The party is to be a week from today. 

Jack picks up the phone and dials Susan's number. 

"Hi Susan. It's Jack." 

"Hey Jack! What's up?" Susan asks. 

"Susan. Can you put me down for the Secret Santa?" 

"Of course." She says as she types away. "You're in now." 

"Oh and Jack." Susan says. 

"Yeah?" 

"Like the last two years. There's the secret executive Secret Santa." 

Jack laughs. 

***

The last two years, Jack was invited to the all secret executive Secret Santa. This consisted of the usual exchange of names and a gift. The people involved are the pool of executive assistants and a few others from the different departments. Of course, this is an event that is kept from the others in the company and HR. There was nothing serious that happens. The rules for this Secret Santa is that it has to be sexual in nature and the spending limit is $75 dollars. The only two other differences; one is that there will be a giver and a receiver – to be determined at random by Susan. The second, depending on the gift, the receiver has to wear it or use it. And, not everyone is a giver and receiver. The pool of names is divided in half and randomly selected to be a giver or receiver. Once selected as a receiver, their name goes to a bag where the givers must select a name. Everyone knows it is good-natured ribbing. 

The first year Jack was inducted into this, he was nervous. Jack was a giver that year. He ended up just getting some expensive lipstick since he wasn't sure what to get or what was to happen when the item was presented. That year, his gift was to Rose. He had to apply the lipstick to her and afterwards, she kissed him. It was a fun and almost friendly kiss that lasted a few quick minutes. But the few minutes was long enough to get him aroused. Rose felt his arousal and teased him about it. It was a good-natured teasing so Jack wasn't too embarrassed. Jack still laughs whenever he passes by Rose and she would make ‘kissy’ faces at him. 

The second year, Jack was designated as a giver again. He picked out Susan's name. Jack found a nice silk nightie for her. Susan squealed with delight as she opened her gift. Susan had run into her office and quickly changed into her nightie. She came out and walked over to Jack. Someone turned up the music and Susan gave Jack a nice little lap dance. Jack laughed but was nervous throughout. He knew he would not remain calm long. 

At the end of the song, Susan asked Rose to borrow her lipstick. Everyone laughed and Jack quickly excused himself quickly before she could apply the lipstick. That caused everyone to laugh more. 

***

Jack laughs into the phone, "Am I giver again?" 

"Nope. You're receiver. Finally going to get some eh?" 

Jack laughs some more. "No thank you, the last two years I got enough." 

It was Susan's turn to laugh. "Well, good luck hon." 

"Thanks, Susan." Jack replies. "Oh and I was wondering if maybe..." 

"…If maybe Theresa has joined the executive Secret Santa?" Susan finishes for Jack with a little chuckle. 

"Um. Yeah." 

"Not yet, but I'm sure she will. I'll let you know." Susan says. 

"Great. Thank you." 

A couple of hours later, Jack received an email from Susan letting him know that Theresa has also signed up for the executive Secret Santa. By the end of the day, as Jack is packing up for the day, he receives a call. 

"It Support. Jack speaking." Jack answers. 

"Jack. It's Theresa." the voice says. 

"Oh. Hi Theresa! How can I help you?" Jack asks as he fights to control his nervousness. 

"Actually, it has nothing to do with work. It's a personal matter." Theresa asks nervously. 

"No problem. What do you need?" Jack asks. 

Theresa went on to describe what she needed and how she's been going to all the software shops around with no success. Jack took down the name of the software and told Theresa that he should be able to find it for her. 

"Oh and Theresa." Jack says nervously. 

"Yes Jack?" 

"I hear from Susan that you've joined the executive Secret Santa." 

Theresa laughs a bit nervously. "Yep. I've joined although it is a bit strange." 

"Yeah. It was awkward the first time I joined too." 

"Oh? Were you a giver or receiver?" Theresa asks. 

Jack could not stop himself so he jokingly says, "Why Theresa, I'm surprised you ask that. You don't know I enjoy giving and receiving?" 

Theresa laughs over the phone, realizing the innuendo. 

"Actually, I gave both years. The first year, I gave Rose some lipstick. And the second year, I gave Susan some silk nighties." 

"Oh? I did not hear about that. Maybe I should ask Susan about that." 

"No!" Jack blurts out. 

"No?" Theresa laughs, "And why not?" 

"It's embarrassing." 

Theresa says, "Oh?" 

"Say, are you a giver or receiver?" Jack asks quickly, changing the subject. 

"I'm a giver." 

"Who'd you get?" Jack asks. 

"I don't know. Sue hasn't told me yet. She said not all the givers and receivers have been chosen yet. Are you a giver again this year?" 

"No. Actually, I get to sit back and receive this year." Jack says. 

"So what would you want if I am to give you?" 

Jack pauses a second to think. His mind frozen but he tries not to blurt out anything from his weekly fantasies. Then he says, "Well, aside from an evening with you, I'm not sure what I'd want. So my answer would be -- surprise me." 

Theresa quickly asks, "Now are you saying an evening with me is worth only 75 dollars?" 

Jack blushed and quickly says, "Well... I... you know what I mean." 

Theresa laughs at Jack and says, "I do. I'm just teasing Jack." 

She then surprises herself and continues, "Well Jack, what would you do with an evening with me?" 

Jack blushes some more as he becomes instantly aroused. 

But Jack says to Theresa in a husky voice, "Well Theresa. I would give more than I receive." 

Theresa shivers at those words then smiles to herself as she hears Jack laughing embarrassingly at the other end. 

"Now that's a nice secret Santa gift, if I do say so myself. Okay Jack. We'll talk later. I need to run. And thanks for looking into that software for me." 

"Okay Theresa. I'll talk with you later." 

They both hung up the phone. 

***

Theresa wasn't sure what it was. Maybe she's been feeling particularly lonely these past couple of days or maybe it was something else. Other than that, she was feeling pretty good about work. She had gone to the office and gotten several things done ahead of time. 

Susan had called her and asked if she wanted to join another Secret Santa gift exchange. Susan went on to explain that it is a little different from the usual. In that it was more sexual in nature. 

Theresa asked Susan a few things about it. She found out that it was a gag event that started several years back. At first, it was only with all the executive assistants. Their chatter and gossip has always been racy so they had decided to have this one event at the end of the year. 

The holiday party was a great excuse and the Secret Santa was a perfect disguise for the executive Secret Santa. Theresa asked if it was still only women. Susan told her that now a few select men are asked to join. Susan laughingly explained that it was fun to tease them and watch them squirm. Susan cited Jack as an example of men squirming. Theresa asked about that and Susan told her about the last two events. She laughingly said to Theresa that Jack seems to get aroused by a single kiss or a thought of a kiss. Theresa laughed and in the end, agreed to join it. Susan told her that she has come up as a giver. Susan would get back to her on who her receiver would be. Theresa hung up the phone, a little excited about the executive secret Santa. 

As she was hunting around for her next work item, she found a post-it to herself. It was a reminder to ask Jack about the piece of software for her nephew. Theresa picked up the phone and dialed Jack's extension. 

As the phone rang, she realized that enjoyed talking with Jack. Their last few weeks of conversation had been easy, nice and informative. She had spoken with Susan about Jack. Susan had nothing but good things to say about him. She even mentioned that he was fun to tease. Theresa had asked Susan to expand about that but all she would say is that unlike other guys, he can be teased and he won't get all 'huffy' and walk around with a bruised ego about it. 

So when Jack brought up the executive secret Santa, she thought back to the conversation with Susan. Theresa was enjoying herself with the fact that Jack was nervous about the executive secret Santa's in the past. She made a mental note to ask Susan about it. 

At the end of the day, she hadn't heard from Jack. She was a bit nervous because Christmas was getting closer. In a couple of weeks in fact. She decided to see if Jack had any luck with it. If not she'll have to spend the weekend going to the malls to see if they have it. She headed to the elevators and got off the floor where Jack's cubicle is. She walks over to his cubicle and hears that he's on the phone. She quietly stood outside the cubicle waiting for him to get off the phone. 

"Bill, it's Jack, man." 

"Did you get my message earlier?" 

"Cool. So you do have it?" 

"Great!" 

"Bill, stop playing. I really need it." 

"Anything." 

"Yep, it's for a friend here at the office." 

Theresa guessed Jack was talking about the software she had asked him about. She steps back from the entrance of the cubicle and hovers next to the wall. 

"Yeah, it is for a 'she'." 

"I'm desperate. I'll do anything." 

"Well, yeah. I'm off those two weeks." 

"You're kidding right? Two weeks for the software?" 

"Yeah. I really like her." 

"Yeah. She's also really hot." 

"What? I don't know. She's got really nice hair, great personality." 

"Yeah, she's got great legs. And a wonderful smile. Her eyes are to die for." 

Theresa blushes to herself and decides to stop the conversation. She didn't want Jack to trade his vacation for whatever Jack's friend is asking for. 

"Alright. It's a deal. I'll pick it up Thursday after work okay?" 

"Great. And Bill, I really appreciate this." 

"Yeah, she's a sweet person. I'd try to do anything for her." 

"No. I'm not." Jack says quietly. "Listen. I need to go. I'll see you Thursday okay?" 

"Yep. Later." 

Theresa stops herself from walking in and turns around. She quietly walks back to the elevator and heads back to her office. 

The part of the conversation she heard told her two things. Jack was sacrificing is two weeks off for the software she asked for. And the second thing was that Jack likes her. She thought about it for a minute and realizes that she likes Jack too. She smiles to herself as she recalls her conversations with Susan now. Susan had been trying to get Theresa to talk with Jack more. Normally, Susan is a straightforward person but now in retrospect she realizes that Susan was trying to tell her something. 

Theresa saw that she had a voice message and picked up her phone. She called in and heard that it was Jack. He had said that he got her the piece of software that she wanted. He'll have it for her on Friday, the night of the Holiday party. 

She hangs up on the voice mail and quickly dials Jack's extension. 

"It services. This is Jack." came the voice. 

"Hi Jack." 

"Theresa!" Jack answers excitedly, "What can I do for you?" 

"Jack. I got your voice mail. Thank you." 

"No problem." He says. 

"I hope it wasn't too much trouble." She asks nervously. 

"No trouble at all. I don't mind, especially since it is for you." 

"Oh, that's sweet. Thank you." Theresa says. 

Jack laughs nervously at the end and asks, "Hey, do you know who you're giving to on Friday?" 

"I'm not sure. Let me see if Susan left me a note." 

Theresa turns to her computer and checks the new mail. She sees a note from Susan and opens it. 

"Yep, she left me a message. Looks like my receiver is Tom." 

"Oh." Jack said a little disappointed. 

"Sorry, Jack. No evening for you." Theresa teases. 

Jack laughs and says, "Well, there's always next year!" 

Theresa smiles to her, "That's right." 

"Okay, I should let you go. It's after five." Jack says. 

"It's okay Jack. I really enjoy talking with you. Thank you again. I'll see you tomorrow." 

Theresa hung up the phone and got her things together and left the office. 

***

That evening, Theresa had a hot bath. She dozed off in the bath and dreamed of Jack. 

She and Jack were kissing. They were kissing slowly and softly but passionately. She moves her hands up and down his back. Her hands would wander down to his ass and she would squeeze him. She could feel his cock, hard, against her stomach. She wanted to kneel down and pull his cock out and into her mouth but she enjoyed their kissing too much. She feels his lips moving away from her mouth and move further down. Her hands move from his ass up to his shoulder then to his head. His lips gently took her nipple into his mouth. She sighs as she feels him gently sucking on her. She presses his head against her as her nipple hardens. She could feel his hands moving down from her back to her ass. She sighs as he lets go of her nipple. She could feel him shifting over to her other nipple. She pushes her breast forward to meet his lips as his mouth surrounds her other nipple. Her nipple hardens instantly in his mouth as she felt his hands move from her ass to her waist. She could feel him pulling her down. She lowers herself to sit on the couch. His tongue moves around her hard nipple as his hands move down from her hips to her thighs. She feels his hands moving along her thighs. She gasps lightly as she feels his fingers touch her. His fingers moves lightly along her pussy and gently spreads her. She could feel his finger tip play with her clit. Her body moves, hips grinding forward slightly as he teases her. His mouth releases her nipple. His fingertip moves around her clit. She tilts her head back slightly. She moans lightly as she feels his lips touch her neck. His fingertip moves from her clit over to her entrance. She gasps and reaches down to touch his hand as his fingers enter her. She moves with the movement of his fingers. She touches herself as his fingers glide into her. Her fingers move over her clit as she rubs herself. She feels his teeth lightly grazing her neck and she shudders some more. She moves faster, feeling the wave of pleasure flowing and warming her entire body. She feels him moving his lips down her. She shivers again as she feels Jack's fingers moving slightly faster in and out of her. She moans and looks down. She sees his lips just as his mouth closes over her nipple. She moans and moves faster, urging his fingers to move faster. She shakes as she feels the wave starting. It moves from her stomach and pulses out. She opens her mouth to scream as she wakes up. She continues to orgasm in the bath. She reaches down to touch herself as she finishes it up. She sighs and lies back against the tub. She smiles to herself as the glow of pleasure settles on her. She thought of Jack again. Yes, she found Jack attractive. 

***

The next couple of days went by quickly for Jack. He had spoken with Theresa and she had been more friendly than usual. 

Thursday came around and for Jack the day could not have gone any slower. There were a few major catastrophes involving the mail server and later the network server. It was all handled in a timely fashion and Jack was relieved. As Jack was packing up to head over to Bill's to pick up the software, there is a knock on his cubicle wall. 

Jack turns to see Theresa standing there. He smiles at her. 

"Hi Theresa." 

"Hey Jack." She smiles at him. 


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"I was just about to head out to get the software for your nephew." 

"I know Jack. That's why I came up. I wanted to thank you again." 

"You don't need…" Jack started to reply. 

Theresa leans forward and kisses him on the lips. Jack was taken completely off guard. He drops his bag while his arms hung in the air. Theresa finishes the kiss and pulls away. 

"Um.." Jack says. 

Theresa smiles at him. 

"You know Jack. Susan told me something interesting." 

A fear shot through Jack as he asked, "What did she say?" 

"Well, she had told me that a kiss or a thought of a kiss could get you aroused." 

Jack blushed. 

"Let's see if that's true." She says and reaches forward to grab his crotch. 

Jack tries to step back away from her hand but his butt hits his worktable, preventing him from avoiding Theresa. 

Theresa is surprised but found herself excited to find that Jack was indeed aroused. Theresa looks up at Jack, hand still on his crotch. 

"I bet you give real good with that." Theresa says in a quiet and husky voice and squeezes him gently. 

Theresa releases him and stands back. She stood there a minute smiling at Jack with his mouth hanging open. 

"Well Jack. I need to go shop for my executive secret Santa gift for Tom. If it was for you, I'd know what to get." She says and winks at him. 

Just as Jack is about to reply, Theresa waves at him and walks out of his cubicle. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." Jack hears her voice as she moves towards the elevator.

Jack literally slapped himself. He slapped himself for several reasons. The first reason is because he did not say anything. The second reason is because he did not do anything. And the third reason is because should have worn something that would not reveal his arousal so easily. He sat down on his chair to calm down. He could not believe what just happened. The kiss was great but what shocked him was the fact that she grabbed his cock. 

A few minutes later, Jack left his cubicle and hurried to the men's room. He splashed some cold water on his face and went back to grab his stuff. He headed out to Bill's. 

After picking up the software from Bill and confirming his promise of the two weeks, he headed home. Jack thought of Theresa that evening as he stroked himself. He imagined it was Theresa stroking him. He imagined Theresa kissing him as she stroked him. It didn't take long but it was intense. He thought about her a few more times and they were just as intense. 

***

Friday morning! Jack got to the office early. He wanted to make sure he had the software to Theresa first thing. He brought the item down to her office and placed it on her desk. He hurried back to his cubicle to make sure everything would be done before tonight's Holiday Party. 

Jack's phone rang. 

"It services. Jack here." 

"So, did you wet yourself?" 

It was Susan on the other end. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Oh come on hon. I heard that Theresa kissed you yesterday." 

"Who told you?" 

"Does it matter?" 

Jack laughs nervously. "Well..." 

"It was Theresa who told me. She also told me she was surprised at how... How should I put this? She was surprised at how ready you were." 

Jack blushed and was only able to manage, "Um..." 

Jack hears Susan laughing at the other end. 

"Don't worry hon, I won't say anything to Rose." 

"Gee, thanks." Jack answers sarcastically. 

"Well, I'll see you at the party tonight, Jack." 

"Okay, see ya." 

Jack was blushing for the next half an hour. As he went around answering service calls, he just imagined that everyone knew what happened. They seem to be smiling more at Jack. Rose winked at him at one point. 

It was just his imagination he keeps telling himself. By the time the day was over, Jack was exhausted. He even toyed with the idea of not going but his supervisor reminded everyone that it is good to mingle in with the seniors at the party. Jack quickly went home to change. 

He grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed off to the party knowing it will be a long evening. Jack hoped to see Theresa at the party as he put on his coat. 

***

Theresa felt a little shaky as she entered the elevator. She pressed the button to get her back to her office. She was still a little shocked at what she had done. She did not know where that came from. Theresa was excited at the feel of Jack's arousal. She held the hand that touched him to her breast. She could almost feel the warmth and hardness of it still on her hand. She got back to her office to get her coat. 

Later that night, she was in bed thinking about Jack and his arousal. She imagined his cock in her hand. She could almost feel it again, warm and throbbing. She ran a hand down along her breast, stroking her nipple lightly up and down. She felt her nipple hardening. She closed her eyes as she ran her other hand down under her covers. She ran her fingers down past her sleeping shirt. Her fingers touched her leg. She spread her legs slightly and let her fingers run up her thigh. Her other hand moves to her other breast. She teased herself thinking of Jack and his arousal. She imagined him kissing her back as her fingers lightly ran along her pussy. She heard herself moan lightly at the feel of herself. Her fingers pulled at her nipple as her other fingers found her clit. Carefully, she circled her clit and felt her legs move apart some more. She stroked her fingers down past her clit and along her pussy. Her panties were wet with her excitement and the shirt material felt wonderful against her nipple. Theresa moves her hips slightly forward. She had not realized how aroused she had been from just touching and thinking of Jack. She was even more sensitive to her fingers. Her body moved against her wishes to prolong the pleasure of her teasing. She moaned loudly as her fingers stroked her pussy and clit. She released her nipple and moved her hand under the covers. Her fingers pull aside her panties and she moaned even louder. Her fingers move along her pussy and slid easily into her. Her head pushes back into her pillow as her hips pushes forward engulfing more of her fingers. She shivered as her hips lower and her fingers slide out of her along her clit. She moved herself a little faster. Her breathing increases as her fingers slides faster, stroking her clit and her pussy. She rocked her hips harder and faster. The bed shook with her movements but nothing compared to the feeling she was feeling. Theresa wished it were Jack. She moved harder, shoving her fingers harder into her. Her clit was throbbing with the strokes of her fingers. She opened her mouth as she felt herself on the edge of an orgasm. She pushed her head harder against the pillow as she thrusts against herself. She moved towards that edge so slowly but her body rocked so fast. Theresa's body stiffened as her mind is aware of nothing but the pleasure of her pussy. She moved her fingers faster and harder against herself. She felt the orgasm fly through her. She thrusts up as her fingers are pushed into her pussy fully. She squeezed her self with her pussy. Her fingers held in her and against her clit. She slumped down afterwards. Her breathing was hard but it slowed. She drifted off into sleep at the peacefulness after the release. 

Theresa woke up happy but still in a state of arousal. She could still feel Jack's hardness on her hand. She stepped into the shower and found release again. After the shower, she still did not feel the peace of total relief. 

Theresa got to work and found the package Jack had left on her desk. She smiled to herself as she dialed Jack's number. His line was busy so she left a little message thanking Jack. 

She put the package away. Theresa had a pretty normal day. She was excited about the Holiday party tonight. After work, she quickly went home and dropped off her package. She took a quick shower and picked out a nice dress for the party. 

***

Theresa walks into the party. She sees Susan by a group of executive assistants and walks over to her. 

"Hi Sue." She says. 

"Theresa!" Susan says as she turns towards Theresa. 

Theresa took a seat next to Susan as she looks around the room. The party is being held in the restaurant in her office building. There are a couple of tables to one side of the room where trays of food held the buffet. On the opposite side, there is an open bar with a couple of bartenders. On the other end of the entrance was a DJ station. Speakers hang blaring music for the people dancing in front of the DJ station. The other half of the room holds the tables where people are sitting and talking or eating. Susan and Theresa sat near the entrance close to the buffet tables. 

Theresa sees the other executive assistants talking to various people. The people from the IT department are there, except for Jack. She saw people from the mailroom and some executives around also. People seem to be having a great time. 

"What do you want to drink?" Susan asks Theresa. 

Theresa turns around and looks at the drink in Susan's hands. 

"I'll just have what you're having." 

Susan walks over to the bar and orders the drinks. Theresa turns her attention back to the people around her. She is a bit disappointed in not seeing Jack here. Thinking of him, Theresa finds herself growing excited again. 

"Here you go." 

Theresa turns to see Susan holding out a drink. Theresa takes the drink from Susan. 

"Thanks." She says smiling. 

Theresa takes a drink and turns as she hears someone welcoming Jack to the party. She turns to see Jack walking in. She gets up and puts her drink down but stops as she sees Rose pulling Jack to the dance floor. 

She watches as she takes another sip. Jack seems to be nervous. He dances with Rose with his jacket still on. He smiles at Rose and makes the appropriate counter move in their dance steps. 

Theresa got up to get another drink as she waits for Jack to get free of his dance with Rose. She walks back to the seat and sat while she continues to eye Jack on the dance floor. 

"Why don't you go up and ask him to dance, Theresa?" 

Theresa turns to Susan and shakes her head. 

"Do you dance?" 

Theresa nods and says, "I do. But I don't know. He looks like he's having fun with Rose." 

Theresa takes another sip of her drink and turns to see Jack approaching her. Jack smiles at her and says hello. 

"Theresa!" Jack says as he tries to stop breathing so hard from dancing. 

"Hello Jack. Enjoy your dance with Rose?" 

"Very much." He says. 

Jack nodded at someone who gave him his drink. He took a sip and smiles at Theresa again. 

"Hey Theresa, would you like to dance?" 

Theresa smiles and took a last sip of her drink. She put the glass down and stood up. She took Jack's out stretched hand and follows him to the dance floor. 

Theresa moves with Jack. She moves along with the music and enjoying every moment of it. Maybe it was the drinks but it feels good. She inhales deeply every time Jack moves in close. His body barely touches her body but it was electrically wonderful. 

At one point, the music turned into slow moving music. There, Theresa has to bite her lower lip from moaning with pleasure. Jack moves in close to Theresa. One of his hands moves onto her waist, closer to her lower back. His other hand holds her hand. They move slowly, swaying with the slow music. 

Theresa found Jack aroused again as she moves closer to him. 

"Why Jack. I haven't even kissed you yet." 

Theresa sees Jack blush. He starts to pull away but Theresa pushes closer to him. 

"I didn't say I didn't like it Jack." 

Theresa shocks herself again. Surprise fills her thoughts but excitement starts to flood her body as she moves herself against Jack. She heard herself sigh as she leans closer to Jack's ear. 

"How about this; I'll promise a kiss later so there is an excuse for this." Theresa whispers to Jack. 

To emphasize, she grinds slightly forward onto his arousal. She hears Jack moan slightly. 

"Theresa..." Jack whispers. "I don't think we should be doing this." 

Theresa answers huskily, "I know, but it feels so good Jack." 

Eventually, the music changed to a fast paced on. Theresa did not realize how long they have been dancing together until Susan taps her on the shoulder. 

"Theresa. Jack." Susan says loudly to them. "Sorry to interrupt, but it is time for the executive secret Santa!" 

Jack sighs heavily as Theresa pulls away from him. She smiles at Jack and continues to hold on to his hand. She pulls him along as they head towards the elevators. 

The executive secret Santa is held in their conference room. After a few minutes, all participants arrive. 

All the receivers were told to sit on one side while the givers sat opposite of those of whom they are giving. Theresa found herself suddenly nervous. Maybe the gift she got was not so good. She started to get up and announce that when Jack was presented with his gift from Rose. She watches fascinated as Rose got up and pulls pair of furry handcuffs from her gift bag. Everyone in the room, including Theresa laughs. Jack pushes back from his chair as Rose walks over. Susan quickly gets up and pushes against Jack's chair, preventing him from being able to get up and free of Rose. She laughs as Jack pleads with her. Jack found his hands being pulled behind him. Rose grins and reaches behind him and snaps the cuffs in place. The cuffs lock onto his hands and the back of the chair. Rose pulls something else out of the bag and waits for Jack's reaction. Jack laughs and makes a token effort to struggle free. 

Theresa looks at the item in Rose's hand. It was a condom. Theresa watches as Rose places the condom in front of Jack. Everyone laughs. They went on to the next person. Heather, another executive assistant pulls out a chain like item with something on both ends. She grins at the receiver, John. John howls and screams that he isn't going to wear that. Everyone laughs along with him, booing him and shaming him into wearing it. With help from a couple of the other executive assistants, including Susan, John fitted the nipple clamps with chain on his nipples. Someone laughs and mentions that either John is really drunk or he's used to wearing nipple clamps. This causes another round of laughter. John blushes but laughs along with everyone. And so it went, the next person went. There is an interesting exchange. One executive assistant got a furry bra, which was promptly put on. Theresa is last to give. She puts her bag on the table and pushes the bag towards Tom. Tom nervously pulls out something from the bag. Everyone laughs recognizing the item as a thong with a fake tail hanging from behind. Tom protests but is pulled from his seat. Almost everyone walks Tom over to the men's room to change into his thong. Susan walks to the door and looks over at Jack and Theresa. She smiles at Theresa and walks out the door. Both of them hear the door close behind her and a soft click sounds from the door. 

"Theresa?" Jack asks. 

"Hmm?" 

"Would you mind helping me with this?" Jack asks and rattles his cuffed hands. 

Theresa laughs and gets up from her seat. Theresa pauses a moment and thinks of something. She walks over to Rose's gift bag and looks in. 

"I think you're out of luck, Jack." 

A worried look crosses Jack's face. "You're kidding. There's got to be a key in there." 

Theresa smiles and reaches in the bag. She pulls her hand out but her hand is not holding a key. It holds a blindfold. 

"Oh no. Not that too." Jack pleads. 

"Well, I won't put it on you. If..." Theresa says. 

"If what?" 

Theresa smiles slyly at Jack. 

"Well, I think I want that kiss now." 

"Now?" Jack asks. He turns his head towards to the door. "They'll be back at any second." 

Theresa reaches into the bag once more time. Out she pulls a key. 

"Well, how about now?" Theresa grins at Jack. 

"Okay. Please hurry." 

Theresa moves forward and leans over to kiss Jack. He returns the kiss, relaxing slightly at the feel of her lips against him. 

Theresa did not know how much time had passed but she was enjoying her kiss with Jack. She did not know when she had moved forward to sit on Jack's lap. She found herself moving herself lightly against him as she kisses him more passionately. 

She pulls away from their kiss as they hear some screaming and laughing down the hallway. 

"I think Tom is wearing the thong I got him." 

Jack shook his head as if he is a bit disoriented. She gets up off his lap and moves behind Jack. She fumbles with the lock but finally uncuffs one of Jack's hands. 

Jack pulls his hands forward and rubs his wrists. He gets up and turns to Theresa. He reaches forward and pulls her forward. His lips find her lips as he kisses her. 

Theresa did not resist. She enjoyed their kiss before and is simply enjoying their kiss even more so now. She found her mouth has opened and could feel Jack's tongue teasing along her lower lip. She moves her tongue to his tongue and both their tongues began to dance. She could feel her excitement again. The same unsatisfied excitement from last night when she thought of Jack. Theresa found herself kissing Jack harder. Her tongue moves into Jack's mouth. Her body leans forward against Jack. She could feel his arousal still and that makes her moan into his mouth. 

They hear the noise of people approaching the conference room door. They quickly pull apart from their kiss. There is fumbling with the door as it opens a minute later. People start to file back in. Susan walks in and looks at both Theresa and Jack. She smiles to herself as they both seem flustered. 

"Alright everyone, let's get our stuff and rejoin the party downstairs. It should be about time for the boring secret Santa exchange." 

Everyone laughs at that while they go about gathering the discards to dispose and the presents. 

"Oh and Tom. Keep that thong on. Let's give everyone something to talk about, but I would tuck in your balls before you show the thong." 

With that, everyone bursts into louder laughter. Some glancing in Tom’s direction to see if it was true. Tom makes a move to make sure nothing was out of place. That got people to laugh some more. They all slowly file out of the conference room. As before, Susan was the last. Susan turns to Theresa and Jack. 

"Coming?" She asks, smiling innocently. 

"We'll be along in a minute. Let me uncuff Jack's other hand." Theresa says as she holds up the key. 

"Okay." Susan says as she smiles knowingly this time and walks out of the conference room. 

Theresa could not stand the feeling. She has the 'Jack itch' and she needs to get something from Jack. She turns to Jack. 

"Jack. I have a gift for you in my office. But I need your help to get it." 

"Theresa. You should not have." Jack continuing, "Especially since I did not know we were exchanging." 

Theresa did not answer. She just grabs Jack’s hand in one hand and pulls him along. She reaches out to grab the condom as they move from the conference room towards her office. 

They enter her office and Theresa pushes Jack in. She closes the door behind her and locks it. She walks over to Jack who is standing by her desk. Theresa reaches up and grabs Jack's head. Again she leans forward and their lips touch. They kiss hard and passionately. She feels Jacks hand on her back. She could feel him moving his hands up and down her back as their tongues meet once again. They moan quietly into each other's mouths. She could feel herself turning as Jack guides her. Theresa finds her bottom against her desk as Jack pulls from their kiss. 

Theresa looks at Jack as he seems pause as he stares into her eyes for a moment. 

"You are so beautiful." Jack says to Theresa. 

"I've wanted to kiss you the first day I saw you." Jack nervously admits.




Secret Santa



Theresa smiles and reaches out to grab his collar. 

"Just kiss?" Theresa asks as she pulls him forward. 

Jack kisses her again for a moment and his lips begin to wander. He moves his lips away from her lips along her jaw. 

Theresa moans lightly as Jacks lips move down her neck. She could feel Jack's hands moving lightly down her arms. 

Jack’s lips kiss Theresa lightly down past her neck to her collarbone. Carefully, Jack's lips move further down. 

Theresa shivers slightly as her hands move up to Jack's head. She feels his lips on her breast through her dress and bra. His mouth surrounds her nipple and gently squeezes her. Theresa sighs and arches her back so that her breast pushes against his mouth. Jack gently bites against her nipple and carefully pulls it. She moans as he releases her hard nipple underneath her clothes. His mouth moves down and Theresa finds herself leaning back against her desk allowing him whatever access he wants. 

Jack moves his mouth along under her breast to her stomach. Slowly, he works his way down. His hands run down her hips. He moves his hands down along her dress covered legs. 

She follows his hands with her mind as she feels his lips move down from her stomach. Theresa finds that her legs were spreading slightly as she expects him to move closer to her pussy. 

Jack's hands move down past her dress to her knees. Jack could feel Theresa shiver slightly as his hands gently holds her knees. Carefully Jack kisses Theresa right above where he believes her patch of hair is. Jack opens his mouth and his tongue slides out. Jack hears Theresa quick intake of air as his tongue moves slowly against her over her bush. He moves his fingers along the naked skin of her legs. Nervously and lightly his fingers slide along her thighs moving further up pushing her dress up. 

Theresa shivers some more at the feel of his fingers moving along her legs. She finds herself looking down at Jack. She watches his every movement while his tongue moves against her skin through the dress. She resists grabbing him and pushing him down against her pussy. 

Jack's fingers moves up to her panties as his tongue presses against her pussy. He hears Theresa moan as his tongue slides, massaging Theresa's pussy through her dress and panties. His fingers slide up to the waistband of her panties. Hooking his fingers in, he carefully pulls her panties down. Jack's tongue moves down along her pussy. He could feel her moving herself against his mouth, against his tongue. Jack let go of her panties and moves his fingers back up along her legs. Theresa sighs again as she feels his fingers moving along her thigh again. She tries to spread her legs a little more as she feels his fingers approaching her pussy once more, but her dress does not allow it. She grinds her hips forward as his tongue moves along her pussy catching her clit on every up-stroke. She moans and pushes forward with her hips and grabs his head with one hand. Her other hand reaches behind her to support her body’s angle. 

Jack's fingers touch the sides of her pussy. He could feel her wetness as his fingertips trace along her pussy lips. His tongue continues to stroke along her pussy. He moves his fingers along Theresa's pussy for a few more strokes. Jack enjoys the feel of her pushing against his tongue. Jack enjoys the feel of her wetness along her pussy on his fingers. He decides to glide his fingers down and quickly pull up her dress. 

Theresa pushes herself up as she sees Jack pushing her dress up with his hands. She helps him along by moving forward and pulls her dress up. She shivers again as she sees her naked pussy with Jack continuing to kneel in front of her. She closes her eyes as she sees Jack's tongue extend from his mouth. Theresa sighs at the feel of his tongue on her pussy. 

Jack's fingers move up along her spread legs as his tongue tip licks along her pussy lips. He slides his tongue up along her and carefully circles her clit. His fingers carefully spread her pussy lips. Jack moves his tongue, carefully sliding back down over her clit and then in between her pussy lips. He moves his head slightly giving his tongue more access. Jack could hear Theresa moaning as her fingers run through his hair. He can feel her carefully pull him towards her. Jack feels her hips move forward pushing herself harder against his tongue. 

His tongue slides up and down along her pussy and over her clit. He feels her reaction to the touch of his tongue. He enjoys the way she moves against him. It allows him to taste more of her. The scent of her pussy and her perfume was just perfect. He is hard. He is harder than he has ever felt in his life. He wanted to get up and push himself into her. But he wanted her to feel good. His tongue moves a little faster, flicking along her clit and then back down into her pussy. 

Theresa moans louder as Jack's tongue moves faster over her clit and into her pussy. She moves herself faster against his mouth. Her hips were moving forward, grinding against his face. She could feel his hands move closer to her pussy. She anticipated. Theresa tries to stop moving but her body seems hypnotized by his tongue. Her hips move with every flicker and stroke of Jack’s tongue. She wants to feel his fingers in her. 

"Jack, stick your fingers in me. I need to feel you in me." Theresa says to jack. 

Jack's tongue continues to move, flicking and flicking over her clit. His fingers move up to her pussy and he hears her gasp as he carefully slides two fingers into her. He holds his fingers in her. He has them as deep as he can go. He could feel her body moving faster against him. He can feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, hugging him in a way. This causes Jack to lick her faster. Jack feels Theresa shaking as he starts to move his fingers in and out of her. Jack moans against Theresa's clit as he feels her pussy gripping his fingers even more. He starts to move his fingers in time with her hip movements. His tongue moves faster. 

"Oh my god. Jack, don't stop. You're going to make me cum." 

Jack did not stop. Jack increases the movement, the stroking of his tongue. Jack could feel her pressing and pushing harder. His fingers move with her, in and out of her. His tongue slides over and over her clit. 

Theresa could feel it. It was the same as always but different. The urge for release is there. The need to cum grows. Her body shakes as his tongue flies over her clit. This causes quick pulses of unbelievable pleasure. She is almost there. She needs that one push to get her over. Theresa tilts her head back and her mouth opens. Her body pushes and moves against Jack's face. 

Jack could feel Theresa on the edge of an orgasm. His tongue moves quickly and his fingers continue to match Theresa's pace. Jack's mouth surrounds Theresa's clit and sucks her in while his tongue continues to flick against her clit. 

Theresa moans loudly as she feels the first of her intensive orgasm. Her hand hold Jack's head in place as her body stiffens. She cums as Jack's fingers continue to move in and out of her. Theresa let's go of Jack's head as the last wave of orgasm subsides and fades from her. 

Jack looks at Theresa's face, as her body seem to relax. He pulls his fingers from her pussy and stands up. Jack sees her opening her eyes and looking directly at him. 

Theresa continues to look at Jack as her hands moves down to his pants. She leans forward from the desk and lowers herself down to her knees in front of Jack. She carefully unbuckles his belt and then his pants. Her fingers carefully hook around the waistband of both his pants and briefs. She pulls it down and looks down at his arousal. His cock was hard and it bounced a bit as it is released from the confines of his briefs. 

Jack watches Theresa look at his cock with her mouth open. He sees her leaning forward and her tongue sliding out. The first touch of her tongue on his cock is amazing. He could have cum right there and then. He fights hard to hold out. He watches as her tongue moves along the underside of his cock. Theresa looks up at him as she does. He sees her hand move to his cock and carefully push up against the underside of his cock. He feels her fingers against his pulsing cock, as she presses is hardness against him. 

With his cock pressed against him, Theresa leans forward and runs her tongue tip along the underside of his cock. She moves her tongue slowly feeling every bump and smooth part of his cock. She moves her tongue down and carefully teases his balls with her tongue tip. After a moment, she releases his cock to let it once again stick straight out. She looks at his cock as it throbs while pointing at her. She opens her mouth and gently kisses the tip of his cock. She hears him moan. She opens her mouth a little more and takes the head of his cock in. She hears him moan louder. She moves her head forward and his cock slowly slides into her mouth. She moves slowly, feeling his every inch. 

Jack is not sure how much longer he can hold out. Her mouth was amazing. He moves his hands to her head as her mouth moves along his cock. Slowly sliding forward then carefully sliding back. Jack could feel one of her hands on his ass while the other moves up to tease his balls and cock. Jack feels her fingers, at times, sliding along his cock with her mouth. The other times, her fingers would gently grip his balls. 

Theresa continues to slowly move along his cock. After what felt like only a few moments, she feels Jack's hands pulling her away from his cock. She looks up at him questioningly. Her hand continues to stroke his cock. 

"You keep doing that and I'm going to cum in your mouth." 

Theresa smiles and says, "Well, I guess it is time for my secret Santa gift." 

Theresa reaches over to her desk and picks up the condom. 

"But first, I'm going to need you to wrap it for me." 

Jack took the condom and peels the wrapper off. He places the condom on his cock and pulls it down to wrap himself entirely in it, but leaves room at the tip. As he finishes, he looks up to see Theresa sitting on the desk with her dress hiked up to her waist. He sees her pussy spread while she strokes herself. 

Theresa leans forward with her free hand and grabs a hold of Jack's wrapped cock. She positions him between her legs and holds his cock at her entrance. 

"I've wanted to do this with you since last night." She says throatily.

As she finishes saying that, her hands grabs Jack's ass and pushes him forward. Theresa moans as his cock pushes against her entrance. She hears Jack moan as his cock spreads her pussy lips allowing the head to enter her. She lets go of his ass and reaches up to his neck with both hands. 

"Jack, fuck me. I need you badly." She says as she looks into his eyes.

Jack shivers as he hears her say that. It causes him to push himself forward, impaling her completely on his cock. He starts to move, feeling her muscles squeeze his cock. He moves slowly as he leans forward to kiss her. 

Theresa could still taste traces of herself on his lips. She did not care; she cares more for the feeling of him entering her. Her pussy squeezes and squeezes him, attempting to hold him in her but her wetness causes him to move more smoothly in and out of her. Not that Theresa is complaining because it feels so good. His hard cock spreads her pussy and fills her with each stroke. She feels more excited by the movement of their bodies making contact with her clit. The feel of his hips pushes against her causes her to spread her legs wider. Theresa knew this was going to be a big orgasm. She finds herself opening her eyes to stare right into Jack’s eyes. 

Jack sees Theresa staring into his eyes. He sees the look of determination on her face as she starts to move herself faster against him. She lifts her leg up and spreads them wider. Jack moves harder into her as he feels the heel of her foot against his lower back, above his butt. He could feel more of himself enter her. He thrusts faster, stroking his cock with her pussy. She feels the same, her pussy being stroked by his cock. Sliding and stroking faster as her pussy squeezes him. He concentrated on his movements making sure she feels every stroke. Making sure every stroke feels good to her. He moves his hips around and in over and over again. 

Theresa starts to moan. She could feel the beginning of her orgasm and now she moves solely to release it. Her body shakes as her hips thrusts forward. She squeezes harder with her pussy pulling at his cock as the heel of her foot pushes Jack into her. She could see that Jack is close to cumming too. She pushes herself faster thrusting herself against his cock. 

"Wait for me Jack." 

Jack moans and closes his eyes. 

"I'm close. Let me cum with you." 

Jack shivers and thrusts harder. 

Theresa moans. 

Jack could feel Theresa's body starting to stiffen as her thrusts onto his cock becomes more ragged. Jack hears the desk moving as they thrust harder against each other. 

"Oh shit." Theresa says in a strained voice. 

Jack could not hold back. He could feel it starting and nothing he thinks of can stop it. 

"Theresa." Jack moans. "I'm going to cum." 

Theresa hears him but does not respond. Her orgasm is rising up and starting to spill over. She thrusts harder, her hands grabbing Jack's ass she thrusts down against him. She hears Jack as he starts to cum. 

That did it. 

She could imagine his cock pumping his seed into her as she starts to cum. She leans forward and kisses Jack hard as she also begins to cum. 

They both slow and begin to relax as they come down from their orgasm. 

Jack pulls out of Theresa as he reaches for some napkins. Theresa grabs the napkins from his hand and reaches down with her hands. She looks into Jack's eyes as her hands surround his softening cock. She carefully slides the napkin around the condom and gently pulls it off him. 

Jack almost moans as she leans forward one more time to kiss him. 

Theresa pulls away from the kiss and looks at Jack once more. 

"Could you come over to my place? I think I left your secret Santa gift at home." 

Jack laughs and kisses her once on the lips. 

"Theresa. I'll do anything for you. You don't need to give me any gifts." Jack says honestly looking into her eyes. 

Theresa leans forward and kisses him again. 

"I think I want to be receiver when we get home." Theresa says as she lifts the cuffs in one hand. 

Jack could not be happier. 

Theresa could not wait to tell Susan. 

Theresa flew among cloud nine. A month and a half later, they found themselves living together. It became the best three months of their lives. 

That is until Valentine's Day. But that is another story.



Secret Santa



THE END



Secret Santa



My family puts on a Christmas party every year. This year, it was to be a costume party, and no one was allowed inside, unless dressed for the occasion. I was going as a young Mrs. Claus. My sexy short skirt, with its white fur trim, red velvet and wide, shiny black leather belt. I had the cutest black boots, and black thigh high stockings. I had dyed my hair the evening before, a gorgeous shade of coppery red. I even had twinkling green contacts to complete the ensemble! No one would recognize me, with my fur lined, red velvet mask. I planned to get lucky at this party, and purposely did not wear any panties with my short skirt. Easy access! 

A few days before the party, I received a gift, a small package was left on the doorstep of my condo. I opened the gift card attached, and it said, 

Merry Christmas! Wear this to your parent's party. Do not turn it on, I'll do that.. Love, Santa!

The package contained a strap on Venus Butterfly. I'd always wanted to try one of these, but hated going into adult stores. I suppose I could have bought one online, but never bothered. This too, I wore tonight to the party, in the off position as instructed.

I arrived at the party fashionably late, and as I entered, several male heads glanced my way. Jaws dropped at the sight of my breasts spilling out of the top of my outfit. I had dusted them with a light coating of glitter, that sparkled as the light reflected off my creamy mounds. I smiled at the gentlemen, a merry twinkle in my green eyes.

I wandered around, admiring some of the outfits, laughing at some, and disgusted by others. One woman had almost all of her gargantuan breasts displayed in a gaudy red blouse, and black slacks. Her mask was frayed and dirty, and I wondered how she got in! 

I spotted my mother, in her graceful red dress, with a hint of white fur at the V of the front of her gown, and at the hem trailing along the floor behind her. Her full figured body encased in a pretty red and white number, was the epitome of Christmas, but not much of a costume. Her bottle blonde hair elegantly coiled into a bun. She looked lovely, if matronly. She hadn't aged as well as my dad had. He was still youthful looking at 48, and I thought he was extremely sexy still. I'd always had a little crush on him, if I were honest. 

I searched around for my dad, but did not see him. Curious, I wandered around some more, returning greetings offered to me with a gracious smile. I could tell that no one recognized me as the daughter of the house. I became aware of someone staring at me. 

It was intense. The hairs on the back of my neck stirred, and goose bumps dotted my arms. I scanned the crowd of guests, but noticed no one staring at me. Something caught my eye, and I happened to glance up the stairwell. There he stood. His eyes bore into me, and my heart began thumping fast and hard. My lips opened, and unconsciously my tongue licked my naturally red lips. I was so engrossed in the handsome man at the top of the stairs, that I didn't even taste the fruity gloss on my lips.

My breathing quickened, causing the swell of my breasts to heave slightly, giving away the fact that I was drawn to this man. His eyes searched mine, as if searching for a clue as to my identity. We were in the same boat, for I hadn't a clue as to his identity either. His mask effectively hid his identity from me.

I could feel the juices begin to boil between my legs, and I knew I had found my target for the evening. Before it was through, he and I would have a wild night of passion! As my eyes took in his costume, I realized that he was, in all ways, my other half for the evening. He was the young Santa, to my young Mrs. Claus! 

I watched in lust, as his eyes traveled my body from toe to head. He took in my long sexily clad legs, my firm round buttocks, and trim waist. His eyes lingered on my partially exposed, creamy tits. With a will of their own, my hands traveled up my rib cage, and lightly caressed my breasts, causing my nipples to harden immediately. 

I watched his reaction, and his hand discretely passed over the crotch of his pants, giving his package a slight squeeze. A loud burst of laughter brought us both out of our trance, and as I turned away to see who was laughing, he descended the stairs slowly, only to be engulfed in the crowd.

Throughout the evening, our paths crossed several times. Our eyes connected often, and the messages that were never spoken, were loudly heard. I went to the bar, and ordered another drink, and grateful for the quiet for a moment, I slipped out the back door to the deck outside, for fresh air. 

My breath floated out before me, as I sighed in the crisp night air. The stars were out, the sky clear. The full moon shone brightly, and glistened on the fresh snow in the yard. Even the trees in the yard were decorated to the nines, with lights and ornaments, and each had its own special topper.

So engrossed in my surroundings, I almost panicked when there was a sudden buzzing between my legs. I was already so turned on that the vibrations made me moan instantly! I froze in place, assaulted by pleasure. The little butterfly had a nose on it, similar to a hummingbird, and that nose was furiously flicking my engorged clitoris. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the buzzing stopped. I slumped over the rail, tempted to finger my pussy to orgasm. I had been so close! 

Raising my head, I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed my assault. Not a soul in sight. I recomposed myself, and re-entered the party. My eyes instinctively sought out my secret Santa, and I located him, standing next to my mother and a group of women. Moms hand was on his arm, laughing up at something he was saying. Instantly, I was jealous. I had yet to hear him speak!

I took a seat on the circular sofa, facing his direction. I watched him silently, thinking that he was unaware of my presence. His posture became slightly more erect, and he bent his head towards me a bit. He knew I was watching him. He slipped his hand in his pocket, and seconds later, I felt a gentle vibration on my clit. My lips parted in a silent "Oh!" and I squeezed my thighs together tightly. I prayed no one could hear it, and I didn't really think anyone could, beings the Christmas music was playing gaily in the background. 

Squirming, I sought respite from the insistent buzzing on my sensitive clit. If I didn't get relief soon, I was going to pass out from the sheer effort of trying to control my emotions. I had to get out of here. 

Slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, I stood and headed for the stairs. I only intended to go to the restroom, and let the toy do its job, when it stopped again. I stopped in my tracks and turned towards him and my mothers group. Boldly, I approached them, still having said barely a few words to anyone. I wanted to test my mother, to see if she recognized me. If I could fool her, I could fool anyone! I sat at a chair near them. She smiled at me, and asked if I was having a good time. 

Disguising my voice, I said that yes, I was, thank you. She smiled again, and said she was glad, that that was the point of the party. She excused herself from the group, and went to check on the catering company. Dinner would be served shortly. Acting as if I didn't know the layout of the house, I asked where the restroom was. I was directed upstairs to the hall restroom, as one of the ladies said she just saw someone enter the lower level restroom.

Slowly, I made my way to the stairs again, and I caught Santa's eye. I smiled, and tilted my head to the upper level, inviting him to come up with me. He winked and nodded. Eagerly, I went up to await his arrival. It was a good five minutes before I heard a light tap on the door. I opened it, and there he was. Without saying a word, he came in, took me in his arms, and kissed me.

I wound my arms around his neck, my lips molded to his. Our tongues clashed violently, the passion exploding between us. His hands were on my breasts in no time at all, and I was tugging at his Santa belt. When I had his swollen member out, I dropped to my knees. He was super thick. My hand didn't even cover half of his thickness. I stroked it several times, pulling the foreskin back further with each stroke. I loved that he didn't have a long cock. Perhaps six and a half inches, just the way I like it.

My tongue traced the head of his cock, slipping into the slit for the droplet of precum. He moaned sexily. Encouraged, I wrapped my lips around the head and began working to get it all wet enough to take it in deeper. While I stroked him with one hand, the other began playing with his balls. His cock jumped in my mouth. I looked up at him, and swallowed the rest of his manhood deep in my hot, wet mouth. 

His hand sought out the remote control in his pocket, and he turned the butterfly on again. He set it at a medium speed, and my pussy was on fire in seconds! I was already so wet from all its teasing earlier, and it didn't take long for me to burst into flames as my orgasm hit; it hit so strong, I felt my juices running down my legs.

Santa then pulled my head off his throbbing cock, and helped me to my feet. He placed me up on the cool marble counter, and spread my legs. Slowly, gently, he removed the butterfly, and slipped it in his pocket. Then he turned his attention to my pussy.

His tongue circled my wet clit, flicking the throbbing nub of my center. I moaned delicately, and spread my legs wider. My hands in his hair, guided him to my secret spot, and soon I was begging for his beefy fingers in my pussy. Nothing got me off harder than being finger fucked! 

He slid first one finger inside of my hot box, worked it around, then slid another in next to it. This drove me wild! He turned his hand, palm up, and began to frig my cunt fast and hard! I dug my heels into the counter, raising my hips to meet his tongue. "Yes, SUCK IT!" I begged, "Suck my clit hard!"

He intensified his efforts, and the combination of his fingers, and the suction on my clit sent me crashing over the edge, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. "Ohhh, my God!" I panted. He stood then, his Santa pants bunched around his ankles, and placed the head of his fat rod at my soaked pussy entrance. 

"Yessssssssss," I hissed. "FUCK ME!" He pushed my legs further apart, to accommodate his large body, and rubbed the head of his cock all around my dripping love hole.

Finally, he stood there, barely pressing his cock at the entrance, and said, "Merry Christmas, Baby!" As his cock plunged deep inside me, I recognized that voice! 

"Daddy!" I squealed, completely shocked! I was fucking my Father! "Oh God, Daddy, what are we doing?"

"Do you want me to stop Angel?" I was flabbergasted. Hell NO! I didn't want him to stop! My pussy had never felt so fucking good! I shook my head, as my legs wrapped around his ass and pulled him inside me. 

"I've always wanted you, Dad." He bent forward to kiss me, and whispered he had always wanted me too. He hit bottom, and just stood still for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of his baby girl's tight pussy wrapped around his swollen cock. Then he began grinding into me. His big, heavy balls began slapping my wet bunghole, and I moaned. God, this felt so good!.

I loosened the grip of my legs, and my dad began fucking me in earnest now. His fat cock stretched my pussy wide, and he brought his hand between us, using his thumb to stroke my eager clit. "Uhnn, oh yeah, dad, JUST like that!" I moaned.

My hands caressed his shoulders, but I wanted to feel his skin! I brought my hands down to his ass, and dug my fingers into his cheeks. "Fuck this is good, daddy! Don't stop!"

"Never baby girl, My God, I've dreamed of this day for years! Always watching your sexy body, scampering around in bathing suits, shorts, mini skirts. What a turn on you've always been.' He thrust into me deeper, telling me that I turned him on so much, that her mother benefited as well. "I've fucked her brains out nightly, since you were a teenager, dreaming of fucking this tight little pussy!"

"I wish you HAD fucked me as a teenager, Dad. So much time wasted!" His hips thrust wildly into me, and I could feel his cock swell inside of me, hard as a rock. "Cum inside me daddy, I want to feel you inside me for the rest of the night!"

His thumb circled my clit, faster, harder, and then with a growl, he lowered his mouth to mine, and shot his seed deep within my pussy, triggering my orgasm. I moaned into his mouth, as my pussy spewed its juices all over his cock. I could feel our mingled juices running out of me, and traveling down the crack of my ass.

Then Dad did something that surprised me. He pulled out, and drug his wet cock from my pussy to my ass. He slipped it inside in one quick jab, while he was still hard. The pain was intense, and I couldn't help crying out! "Take it out daddy, it hurts!"

He smothered my cries with another kiss. "Shh! Baby, it will only hurt for a minute. I promise." And true to his word, as soon as I relaxed, the pain quickly turned into pleasure. I moaned uncontrollably as he moved himself in and out of my tight rear. I pressed back against him, begging for more. Daddy happily obliged! He began thrusting his mammoth meat into my ass fast and hard. I fingered my slippery nub faster and faster, feeling a huge orgasm building up inside of me.

"This is it, baby girl... I'm going to C O M E!!!" My father let out a roar, and I felt his hot load shoot deep into my ass. I was right behind him, my pussy exploding with hot juices, and seeing stars, it was so intense! My dads hands still gripped my ass tight, and I could feel his cock inside me, pumping out the last of his come. "Oh God, Princess, that was the best fuck I've ever had!" I had to agree with him on that one!!

This is what I came to the party for, to be filled so completely! All my girlhood dreams had come true tonight, and I knew now that we'd broken the ice of desire there would be many more nights like this!



Secret Santa



This is not a sexually explicit tale. It has some nice descriptive passages of a woman and her clothing - but that's about it . . .

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"Samantha Brown." The name sent a shiver through me. I couldn't believe my luck. What were the chances of that? I put the slip of paper into my jacket pocket and carried on into the elevator. I put my hand into my pocket and rubbed the slip between my thumb and finger. 

Samantha Brown had been consuming all my thoughts recently; ever since I had to venture down to the basement to look for a missing file. Petite build, maybe 5' 2" but with lovely long legs. My perfect woman. That first time I saw her I knew she was special. That she had some connection to me. I was rooting through the ancient pre-computer files; thinking I was almost certainly being sent on a wild goose chase. Then she came in and I knew it was Karma.

Still ostensibly searching through the filing cabinet I watched her as she carried out a similar operation in a neighbouring cabinet. Blonde hair cut in a bob, framing her elfin face. It was really well cut and I watched it caress her shoulders as she looked in the drawer. She wore a fuchsia pink blouse, open at the neck and as she stood up I could see the swell of her pert breasts; I saw the smooth creamy skin at her throat and wanted to cover it with kisses. Right there in the old records room. 

Her lips were not full but she wore a frosty pink lipstick that I so wanted to taste. She was frowning as she searched for something and her brow furrowed slightly, sweetly. Then she smiled suddenly, revealing perfectly even white teeth. I wanted to feel those teeth on me. She extracted her file, slammed the drawer shut; making me cry out in surprise. Then it was her turn; she obviously had no idea I was there and she dropped the file. I rushed over, apologising and got down on my knees to pick up the scattered papers.

On the ground at her feet I saw her shoes: black and shiny with a pretty decent heel on them. I so wanted to reach out and touch them. And run my hand up her calves. I looked up at her and that frown was back again. I stood up quickly and gave her the file. She took it with a brief 'thank you' and left me there; mouth open and heart beating fast. Not the best of introductions. But I did my homework and found out all about her. 

I found myself preferring the water cooler on her floor and that last time managed to arrive there as she was chatting to a fat female colleague. I recognised my angel immediately; even from behind. Apart from her beautiful hair, gold and sparkly due to the overhead lighting, she was wearing that long sleeved green jumper that she occasionally wore. This was a favourite of mine as it really emphasised her green eyes. It looked like it was angora or something; it was fluffy and so soft. I had accidentally brushed up against her in the elevator some time previously and the softness of the sleeve had fuelled my night time fantasies for weeks.

Watching her at the water cooler with her shiny black heels and glossy black pantyhose (maybe even stockings -- in my dreams they were always stockings with a red and black garter belt, the suspenders pulled taut against her smooth thighs), her close fitting straight black skirt that accentuated her firm ass, (and a black lacy covered ass it was too; the number of times I had grasped her ass and felt the lace against my hands; at least in my imagination). Her bra too was matching; low cut black lace that complimented her creamy skin. Then the green snuggly jumper that embraced her body so completely. 

Her frumpy colleague nudged her and she turned around to look at me. Poor girl. There was that worried frowny face that I'd seen so often recently. I had heard that she was having problems at home too; going through a 'difficult time' apparently. I swore I saw tears in her eyes. She must have been unburdening herself to that older plain looking woman. I felt such pity for my golden haired darling; such hatred for the man that was making her feel so unhappy. 

So when I pulled her name out of the Secret Santa hat I knew exactly what I should do. I knew exactly what present she would like. What she needed.

I looked online and found the perfect one. It promised the user would be able to "experience an unbelievable intense stimulation. Arousal of the clitoris is an additional feature due to the mount directly behind the user controls. The G-spot can be effortlessly tantalised and massaged through the curved shape."

I ordered it and it came. I wrapped it carefully and labelled it even more so; these presents were supposed to be anonymous but I'd put a little note inside. She had to know how much I cared for her. I was almost sick with excitement on the day of the party. I dressed with more care than usual; I wanted to look nice for her. I knew she would be looking beautiful. And she was.

A shiny purple dress that draped across her luscious breasts, accentuating their shape and firmness. The dress was low cut at the back, revealing her flawless skin and almost, but not quite, the top of her sweet buttocks. Her hair was waved and glittered almost under the big lights. She wore stockings that had seams running straight up the back of her legs; straight up to those firm, smooth thighs. I drove myself crazy imagining that strip of naked flesh above the top of her stockings. I couldn't wait for her to open her gift and acknowledge me.

The moment came. I waited impatiently as we were all called up, one by one, to receive our Secret Santa gifts. My own lay unopened on the table. Irrelevant. My eyes fixed on her table. 

'Samantha Brown?' her name was called by the MD in his ill fitting Santa suit and my heart leapt. My pulse quickened and I broke out in a sweat as I prepared myself. She stood up and strode purposefully towards Santa. Her brown sensible shoes clumping across the carpet. Her everyday tweed skirt suit looking as frumpy as ever. She took the gift. Samantha's gift. And sat down, tearing the wrapping off greedily. Her table erupted in laughter and she turned to me, a stern look on her face. She held up my note and shook it at me, tutting and shaking her head. 

And then she winked at me.



Secret Santa



'Oh shit, please tell me she's not serious. She just can't be...do you think she is? Once again, Ash, tell me she isn't.'

Ash looked at the board at the front of the room and carefully read it several times.

'Seems like she is, Em. Sorry honey. Just do your best to try to get me, eh?' 

With that she brushed past her friend and settled into a desk seat at the very back. Emma slunk into the nearest open seat and glaringly reread the board.

"SECRET SANTA

Everyone in class will have one person they'll buy a present for. It must be a real present, and must cost no less than twenty dollars. You must put EFFORT into selecting a gift. You must research your selection and pick an appropriate present. Along with your gift you'll include a note telling the person whom you selected what you've learned about them and how it may have changed your opinion of them for the better. Make it polite, people!

The day before break begins, we'll have a Christmas party. The presents will be left with me beforehand, and once the presents have been opened we'll see just how much effort you put into this project of ours. 

Your presents WILL be opened in class, so remember to BEHAVE.

You WILL be graded on this."

Emma groaned inwardly and settled her head on her desk. This was one of the worst assignments her English teacher, Mrs. Raleigh, had ever given. 

And she'd given some really bad assignments.

Of course, that was just Emma's opinion. She wasn't really one for the flashy projects that Raleigh liked to assign. She prefered traditional aspect of English classes; reports and oral presentations and extra credit for being the first to present. Raleigh gave assignments that involved making mixed tapes, singing, dancing, acting out and making a show of things. Though Emma knew the Secret Santa business was more mild compared to previous projects, she still couldn't stand the thought. Something about buying presents for people you didn't really know didn't exactly appeal to her.

With that, Raleigh charged in cheerfully, her jingle-bell hat rattling like mad.

'So, I'm sure you've all read the board. You will do EXACTY as it says. Now, if I could get a volunteer, I'll have index cards to you soon. You'll sign your names, fold it over, and then I'll come around and collect them. Then they'll go into my hat and you'll all come forward one by one to collect the classmate you'll be Santa for this year!'

Someone at the back of the room rose to pass out the index cards. Emma lifted her head up and glared when someone rapped her on the back of the head. She twisted it enough and shook her hair from her face to see who'd been so rude. Grinning down at her go-to-hell glare was Lawrence. His eyebrow quirked and his grin broadened. 

'Couldn't stick your note card anywhere. You were taking up too much desk space. Need your pretty little John Hancock, deary,' he crooned. He chuckled when she snatched a card from his hand. 

She watched him walk away and rolled her eyes. He was bordering on too tall and too skinny, but he moved with ease and grace. Emma shook her head, wondering why she'd noticed such a thing. She shuffled in her bag for a pen, pulled it out, and hastily scrawled her name across the card. After a quick fold, it was brought forward and deposited into the abhorred jingle-bell hat. Raleigh beamed at her, and Emma managed a small smile. Awful her assignments may be, Raleigh was one of the better teachers in school and it was impossible to dislike her. 

Once everyone had turned their cards in, Raleigh stirred and shook the contents of the hat. Finally satisfied it was mixed enough, she walked down the rows, offering the hat up to her students. She reached Emma, and Emma took a deep breath before reaching in to take a card out. Eyes closed, she unfolded the note card and peeked...at Lawrence's note card. 

She turned her head slightly until she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He'd just selected a card, and quickly opened it. His eyebrow quirked again, and he closed and reopened the card. He frowned a bit and shook his head. Emma giggled, glad that she wasn't the only one who'd drawn a name they weren't too pleased over. As if he'd heard her, Lawrence glanced over in her direction. When he saw her watching him, the eyebrow went back up and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. Emma's eyes widened and she gulped. She suddenly had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She turned away and exhaled deeply. This was going to suck.

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Emma rummaged through her locker, looking for her chemistry handout. She had stayed late after school to finish gathering books from the library she'd need for work due over break, and needed a handout from one of her classes before she could finally go home.

'Where the hell is it...?' she wondered out loud.

Suddenly there was a pressure at her back, as of someone pressed against her lightly. An arm slid around her waist and a hand reached past her to push aside a few things. It withdrew with the handout she needed and held it in front of her. She stood frozen the entire time, barely breathing. 

'I noticed it when you were rifling through. You overlooked it,' a voice murmured into her ear. 'Well? Aren't you going to take it, or is this not what you're looking for?'

Swallowing, she removed her hand from the locker to take her work. Emma noticed her hand was shaking, and she hurriedly swallowed again, trying to calm her nerves. Near her ear, she heard him chuckle, his grip around her waist tightening. 

'Ooh, Emma, Emma Emmaline...' he crooned. 

Her eyes closed and she shivered. His voice was peppermint hot chocolate, her favorite; warm and rich, sweet and tingly. It numbed her mouth after she drank it. His voice numbed her mind and body, whispering what she realized were old song lyrics. He nuzzled her neck as his free hand slid down her extended arm slowly until he was gripping her upper arm.

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After she'd drawn Lawrence's name, Emma quietly gathered information on him. The high school grapevine is one of the greatest information sources in the world. The internet had only aided its growth and expansion. It was the internet she turned to in the end, as she couldn't go asking around school about him without revealing her project and starting some unsavory rumors.

At home a few nights later she found him on MySpace and perused his page. 

'Huh...' 

Their common interests were alarmingly similar. Mainstream bands, obscure bands, television shows and movies...not that she'd ever admit to some of them, though. They were guilty pleasures. Emma wasn't the most popular person at school, but she didn't want to be branded as a geek if it got around that she had seen every episode of 'Star Wars' multiple times (especially IV-VI, the only ones that mattered), knew Zelda cheat codes by heart, and could quote entire scenes from 'The Princess Bride'. To some people that wasn't geek chic, but around her school it was. That's why she and Lawrence traveled in very separate circles.

She looked at his photos next. Emma's jaw dropped. The picture that caught her attention

was one of Lawrence, labeled as 'Taken by my brother', standing on a porch or balcony, watching the sun rise. He held a mug in one hand, and the other rested on the railing. He was shirtless, and his body was twisted enough that his torso could be seen. Lawrence didn't have a six pack, but he did have a very tight, toned abdomen. His arms were slender and muscular. Wiry...the thought came unbidden to Emma's mind. That would be the word to describe him.

His eyes were unfocused, staring off into the distance. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was exhaling. Emma found another thought creep into her mind; she suddenly wanted very badly to tangle her fingers in his curly hair. The light gleamed off the black curls, creating a halo effect, and made his rich mocha skin gleam in an intoxicating fashion between the shadows crossing his body. She wondered momentarily if all of his skin would glow like that before she bit her tongue, shaking her head at herself.

'Whoa, what the hell is my problem?'

She eyed the photo again and bit her lip. Emma hated to admit it, but Lawrence was hothothot. She wondered why she'd never noticed it before. Suddenly, she wanted very badly to impress him. To get him the best gift from a Secret Santa anyone could ever get. A dirty thought streaked across her mind and she blanched. 

'Oh mercy, what the HELL is my problem!?'

Pouting a bit, chewing on her lip again, Emma closed her eyes and thought about what to get him. Suddenly, she had an idea. 

She opened a new browser, and looked for what she wanted. She had plenty of time.

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He nuzzled her neck some more, pressing closer against her. His hands caressed her body lightly. Her eyes rolled back as he brought his lips to her neck, brushing them across her skin. He exhaled, bathing her neck in warmth, before lips parted for him to lick from the top of her shoulder to her earlobe. She whimpered and did her best to keep her knees from buckling.

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A few days later, she was silently cursing herself as she sat in English. Since she'd drawn Lawrence's name, she couldn't get him off her mind. It didn't help that she kept running in to him, and whenever she did he gave her this predatory look that made the blood drain from her face. To her horror, it drained from her face to pool elsewhere. Emma was certain they'd drawn one anothers names. She couldn't explain why, but she just knew.

She turned slightly and watched him from the corner of her eye. Emma absorbed the details of his face. Full lips, utterly kissable (blushblush, how could she think such a thing?), and a splash of freckles across his cheekbones. His long black lashes framed eyes she'd noticed were the color of honeyed tea. He'd caught her eye and held it the other day, and while she'd stood frozen in place he'd imprinted the color on her memory. She'd never forget it.

Emma licked her lips, realizing they were dry. As she did so, Lawrence noticed her looking at him. He smirked (that smirk!), winking at her. She blushed and turned away, shaken. The thought crossed her mind that she might like him, and she didn't bother denying it. Emma had fallen for Lawrence after she'd drawn his name and rashly selected a present. The more she watched him the more sure she was of her choice and the harder she fell.

'Two more days,' she said softly. 'Two more days and it'll be all over. Two weeks away from him and you can get yourself under control. Two weeks...'

Emma shut her eyes tightly against the sudden pang of sadness that brought. Even though she knew that she, short, curvy little Emma, would never stand a chance with him, it hurt her.

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He nipped lightly at her skin, drawing circles on her neck with his tongue before hungrily fastening his mouth to it. His hands drifted and stroked, brushing her stomach under her shirt. She did her best to keep from panting. Panting like a bitch in heat, she thought, followed by, but I am, oh I am. The fingers of one hand traced the underside of her bra, while the other clutched at her hip, pulling her into the sizable bulge growing behind her. She whimpered, which made him pause. After a moment, he reached into her pocket and took out her cell. After a few minutes, he replaced it.

'I'll call you later.'

He kissed her neck one last time, then let her go and left.

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Emma's heart caught in her throat. She was nervous, more nervous than she remembered ever being before over anything. It was the day of the party, and everyone sat on the edges of their seats in anticipation. The bell rang, and still they waited. Finally, Raleigh walked through the door, pulling a wagon full of gifts behind her. The class burst into cheers, and the mood lightened considerably.

'Alright, everyone! Let's get the center of the room cleared and gather around. If you'll all sit on the floor, I'll pass your gift to you. After that we'll get out the snacks you brought.'

Within minutes the room was rearranged, and everyone was sitting on the floor, anxiously awaiting their present. Raleigh looked around, and once she saw everyone was settled she picked up a box.

'Ashley Brown.' 

Ash jumped up and clutched her present to her chest as she scurried back to her spot next to Emma. Emma laughed at her, nudging her with her elbow. As she turned back to watch Raleigh give another present out, she caught Lawrence's eye. Her breath caught in her throat, and she swallowed, blushing like mad. Why did his eyes look so hungry? Emma had the feeling that if he could he'd drag her off and eat her alive...the thought of which she found very appealing. She licked her lips and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She looked away.

Emma froze when Raleigh called her name. She looked at the box and her eyes widened. It looked like a clothing box. She rose and collected it, puzzled by its weight, and as she went to sit down Raleigh called Lawrence up next. His eyes locked into her as she passed him and once again her blood drained from her face to pool further south. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she dropped her eyes and dropped into her spot next to Ash.

'What was that all about?' Ash whispered.

Emma shrugged her shoulders, the blood returning to her face enough for her to blush. Lawrence walked back to his seat, carrying a small box neatly wrapped in silver paper. She smiled a bit, impatient to see him open it. Finally, everyone had their gifts, and were whining at Raleigh to let them open the shiny packages.

'Alright! Everyone get to tearing!'

With a cry of joy the class tore into the gifts they held. Emma hesitated, watching as Lawrence carefully pulled away the tape, leaving the paper intact. He folded it up and set it aside neatly, then stroked the hand-carved wooden box in his hands. He undid the latch and flipped the lid up, and she saw his eyes go wide in surprised pleasure. Lawrence set the box down and almost reverently lifted a first edition, original print of 'The Neverending Story' out. The dust jacket and hardbound book were in near-perfect condition, the red and green letters as bright as the day they were printed. Lawrence looked at Emma, emotions flooding his face and eyes. She noted that the hungry look had intensified to something almost tangible.

Emma blushed and looked down at the box in her lap, avoiding his gaze. As everyone continued exclaiming over their presents and the presents of those around them, she carefully undid the tape and removed the wrapping paper, folding it up and setting it aside. She'd been right; it was a clothing box. Slowly she lifted the lid and pushed aside the tissue paper...and her breath lodged in her throat. 

Inside was a beautiful art set. Pencils, pens, chalk, paints, a pad of paper to paint on and a few mini canvasses...it was the very set she'd been admiring for months but hadn't ever had the courage to buy. She'd never considered her art good enough for it. Emma looked up at Lawrence, tears in her eyes, and he winked at her, the predatory gleam replaced by a softer, gentler look. The look, coupled with the fact that he knew so intimately one of her greatest longings, made her realize how much attention he must have been paying to her all this time...and she'd never noticed him.

'Don't forget to read letters! I hope you all wrote your letters! Now let's read them. You don't have to share; just show me that your Santa wrote you something.'

With shaking hands, Emma lifted the beautifully lettered envelope and opened it, withdrawing her letter.

'I've always admired you from afar. Everything I did to get your notice seemed in vain. And then, there was this project. It was as if the heavens had heard my plea, my plea that I be given a chance to grasp your attention. Grasp it I did, it seems. The heavens smiled upon me when we drew one anothers names. Since then I've watched you watched me, and it stirred me in more ways than I can ever express to see the fear and longing creep into your eyes when I caught you at it. 

It's made me realize that, Emma, I love you more than I can properly express. I love how I know that, if I held you, you'd fit against me perfectly. I could tuck you under my chin and in my arms and never let go. I love how you are a natural beauty; you don't worry about painting yourself up and starving yourself down. You are like the starlets of decades past, the classic pin-up models that young men would fantasize over day after day. That I fantasize over. You are smart and funny, kind and beautiful. To me, there will never be a woman who will ever compare to you.

I love you, Emma, and I want you.

And I get what I want.'

She swooned.

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After he left her, she felt cold, cold and more alone than she'd felt in a long time. She closed her locker, gathered her things, and ran out of the school to her car. Once there, she leaned against the steering wheel, and out of the corner of her eye she saw her art kit sitting on the passenger seat. Emma hesitated, then pulled it nearer and pulled out the sketchpad and a pencil. She flipped the pad open, and set to work. 

What she drew, she drew from memory. She was silent the entire time, working quickly and carefully. When she was done, she put everything back where it belonged, and drove home. Once at home, she put all of her things up and collapsed onto her bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The persistent chirp of her cell woke her, informing her she had a text. 

'Get ready, and then meet me.' 

Emma jumped out of bed and rushed around her room, gathering clothes before bolting into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she was showered and dried, attacking her hair with a blow dryer. After that, she paused long enough to take care of some important business before she dressed. Once she was clothed, she grabbed her cell and ran out of the room, calling to her parents that she was meeting up with friends and would be back later. Once in her car, she checked the address in the text message again, and started the car.

A half an hour later she was parked in front of a large brick house on the other side of town. Taking a deep breath, Emma got out of the car and walked to the front door. The text said it would be unlocked. She tried the doorknob; it was. The house was dark save for the flicker of candles. She followed them through them to a flight of stairs, which she walked up slowly, taking in the wavering candlelight and the rose petals strewn on the floor. These led her to a bedroom at the back. She walked in, and stood for a moment in amazement. Candles covered every surface, satin sheets were pulled back on a four-poster bed and soft longing music played to break the silence of the seemingly abandoned house. She lowered the shoulder bag she'd brought with her to the floor.

'I was afraid you might not come,' he said softly.

Startled, Emma turned to look at Lawrence. He leaned against the door frame, wearing only a thick red ribbon draped around his waist. He saw her looking at it, and grinned rather sheepishly. She laughed, kicked off her boots, and unbuttoned her long coat. Underneath she wore nothing but a thick green ribbon draped across her breasts and hips. Upon seeing her, Lawrence stepped forward and reached for her, and she moved into his arms. 

'How'd you know that you're exactly what I wanted for Christmas,' he whispered.

'Wishful thinking, I'm afraid.'

He pulled back and tilted her chin up towards him. The big-bad-wolf look filled his eyes once again. She gulped slightly.




Secret Santa



'Just because it's not Christmas yet doesn't mean I don't get to open my present, right?' he asked, his voice low and deep. She closed her eyes and shivered, the blood draining to her nether regions in anticipation. 

'No, no it doesn't...in fact, you can open it right now...'

She'd barely finished her sentence when he lifted her up and carried her onto the bed. The sheets were soft beneath them, and she laid back on them, waiting patiently. Lawrence ran his hands over her gently, before he began to remove the ribbon. Every bit of skin he exposed he stroked and kissed and licked. Emma shivered and writhed a bit when he'd find a particularly sensitive area. 

Her nipples were given the most attention. Lawrence buried his face against her breast, kissing around the nipple and swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. He nursed greedily while he traced her other nipple and gently tweaking it. Emma moaned her pleasure, and he'd moan back, the vibration driving her mad. She was sure that by now the sheets beneath her were soaked with the juices pouring from her. 

Lawrence pulled himself away, and pushed her arms away gently when she tried to draw him back to her. He removed the last of the ribbon from around her, and tossed it carelessly aside. She leaned against the headboard, watching him. He straddled her stomach and removed the ribbon from about his own waist. Emma blushed madly at the sight of his over-sized, overly engorged penis. He laughed a little, and she looked up to see him smirking at her. Again. He always smirks at her. Well, she'd show him. She leaned forward and in one smooth motion had taken as much of him into her mouth as she could. He threw back his head, emitting a guttural groan of pleasure, and entangled his fingers in her hair. 

I wonder how his hands look in my hair, his dark skin tugging my wheat hair, she thought to herself. Spurred by the mental image, she grabbed his hips and began bobbing her head on him enthusiastically. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, the sweetsalty taste of his precum on her tongue. She licked and sucked, twirling her tongue around the head, trying to draw out every drop of him she could. He was big and thick, and if she let him he'd choke her on it, but she decided to try anyways. She relaxed herself as much as possible, and finally brought herself down on him completely. He began to shake uncontrollably as her forehead brushed his navel and his cock slid down her throat. Lawrence's hands pinned her head down, and after a few mild thrusts released himself deep in the back of her throat. She gulped it down, doing her best to not gag.

Lawrence finished, and as soon as he did he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her down lower on the bed. He collapsed on top of her, crushing her to him and kissing her passionately despite his semen flowing from her lips. She wrapped herself around him, her body pleading for him, her moist cunt swollen and dripping. He shifted, and then she felt him against her throbbing lips, pressing forward. They moaned together as he moved, parting the tight virginal folds within her. The obstruction came, and within moments was banished with a small groan of pain. 

Emma pressed against him, pulling him as far into her as she could. His lips moved across her skin, his fingers teasing and taunting her swollen, aching nipples. Now and again he'd lick or suck them. The entire time, though, he thrusted forward at a steady pace. As she grew more accustomed to his size, Emma began grinding back at him, urging him to increase his speed. She caught his eye, and they both shared the same fevered, hungered look. With that, Lawrence grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, and began to wildly pound into her. She moaned and whimpered and pleaded.

'Fuck me...pleasepleaseplease fuckfuckfuck...fuckmefuckmefuckme...'

Lawrence obliged, hammering into her in all the right spots until she climaxed wildly, her body arched into his and trembling nonstop. He kept right on fucking her, not slowing down in the slightest. Her orgasm only spurred him on. Once she'd regained her energy, Emma gave back as good as she was getting. She managed to free her arms from his grasp and rolled him off of her. 

'On your back,' she breathed, her voice sultry. 

He obliged, and she straddled him. With her hand, she guided his juice drenched cock towards her soaked pussy. She rubbed it against her, before she finally settled down on to him. From this position he fit into her even more tightly than before, and stroked more sensitive areas within her. She bounced on him a few times to test it out, and Lawrence inhaled sharply.

'God, woman, don't tease me,' he cried as he grabbed her hips and rammed into her. She covered his hands with hers and rode him hard until she came again. Lawrence kept fucking her while she recovered, then she went back to riding him again, bouncing and grinding. Emma moved his hands to her breasts, where he fingered her nipples, squeezing them hard and making her coo with glee. She shifted forward, and as she did his pubic region began to stroke against her clit, bringing her to the most earth shattering orgasm yet. As her muscles tightened around him, Lawrence began moving harder and faster until she could feel him twitch within her.

'Go ahead, please, go ahead and cum inside me! Don't stop for anything!' she screamed.

With that, Lawrence's hips began to buck as he unleashed his cum deep inside her belly. Their fluids mingled and mixed and leaked out to coat their thighs as they collapsed together on the bed. Lawrence wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips tenderly.

'Oh, Emma...I'm so glad I tempted you this afternoon. You might not have come here to me otherwise.'

'Lawrence...' she whispered as she snuggled closer. 'Of course I would have come. I hadn't given you your real present yet.

She slid off the bed and went to her bag. Lawrence watched her as she pulled a large sheet of sketch paper from the bag. She held it to her, hiding it from him as she crawled back onto the bed. Gently, she laid it in front of him. Lawrence looked down, and exhaled softly when he saw the sketch, an artists rendering of the photo that had first captured Emma's attention. It was beautifully done, every line filled with love. He carefully placed it on the nightstand and turned back to Emma.

Lawrence looked up at her, and Emma leaned forward to kiss him. Their foreheads pressed together lightly, he whispered to her, 'What present did you mean, exactly?'

She stroked his cheek.

'The sketch.'

Lawrence grinned wolfishly at her.

'Only the sketch?'

Emma swatted him. He laughed and pulled her close to him. He knew what the other gift had been, a gift for the both of them; this one night together, the first night of many, and each other. 



Secret Santa



Lyndsey tried to suppress a sigh as the little girl started to howl the moment her mother placed her onto Santa's lap. Tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, Lyndsey moved forward to try to calm the small girl and offer her a miniature candy cane from the basket on her arm. Even though she desperately wished the child would just shut up, she couldn't really blame the kid as the fat man in the red velvet suit had to be one of the worst Santas Lyndsey had ever seen. She should know, she'd had the displeasure of working with him for over a month. 

Instead of jolly and merry his attitude could be described as gruff and surly at best, not to mention that every now and then Lyndsey swore she smelled the faint sour odor of whiskey on his breath. This had to be the worst job ever! She still could not believe she was stuck in this run down shopping center, dressed as the commercial version of a Christmas elf with red and white striped tights under a snug fitting deep green velvet dress. 

When Lyndsey had first put on the costume, she had wondered if it was more suited for lingerie as it hung only a few inches below her bottom and was cut rather low across the chest giving a fairly revealing look at her breasts snuggled against the white marabou trim. There was even a matching pointed hat topped with a small jingling bell to complete the humiliation. No one would have guessed that just a few months ago she had been studying cancer markers in mice at the university laboratory. 

She had been so excited to be asked to work on writing the research grant and then over the moon when it was approved and she was actually a bona fide scientist. Well, almost bona fide as the doctorate was still in the works but she was the only graduate fellow in her program doing active medical research and getting paid for it. When the new governor elect began talking of trimming the budget, there had been nervous whispering in all of the science programs but Lyndsey's team seemed to be relatively safe since cancer related projects always had a lot of solid backing...but not this time. The new governor, himself a college dropout, did not think investing in research, let alone education, was exactly a priority and all of the grants that had been approved within the past year were cut from the budget. Just like that, Lyndsey found herself out of a job and only a few months before Christmas. All of the other research teams were either not looking for new members or did not need her specialty skill sets. She had began applying to job openings in the classifieds but to no avail. The economy was tough and everyone was looking for work. Out of desperation as the fall semester began and she was running low on funds, Lyndsey had stopped at the shopping mall office to see what jobs were posted on their employment board. That was how she wound up in the ridiculous hoochie-elf outfit throwing candy to crying children as they took their turn on Santa's lap. 

The child refused the candy cane Lyndsey offered her and had moved into full melt-down, wailing and hiccupping loudly. As Lyndsey turned to look for the emergency stash of small teddy bears, she was shocked to hear "Santa" growl at the frazzled looking mother, 

"Get yer screamin' brat off my goddamned lap so we can keep the line movin!'" 

Lyndsey's hand flew to her mouth in a horrified gasp as the people closest in line began muttering their anger at the display from the fat man. The mother swiftly lifted the sobbing girl into her arms and moved away from the garishly colored pasteboard replica of Santa's workshop saying loudly, 

"I am going right to the management! I have never heard anyone be so rude! If I were you I would start looking for another job!" 

Santa stood up, swaying slightly confirming Lyndsey's speculation of his sobriety and shook an angry glove clad fist after the retreating woman bellowing, 

"Screw you lady! Go tell whoever ya want, 'cause I fuckin' quit!"

With that, the man staggered down from the glitter covered workbench, shoving his way through the stunned onlookers and headed for the revolving doors. Lyndsey did not even have time to wonder what would happen next when a woman from the mall management office appeared and began soothing the ruffled crowd with apologies and gift certificates. The mall closed Santa's village for the day and sent all of the elves home for the day with pay. 

As Lyndsey made her way back to the store room to change she tried not to worry if this meant she was about to be out of a job. At that thought, she gave a little snort of laughter and shook her head until the jingle bell tinkled. To think she was worried about this pitiful job had to be a new personal low. She needed a drink and since she now had no evening plans, she decided to head to the bar. Her co-workers had invited her to join them earlier but she had declined thinking she would be working until the mall closed. Now she was free to have a little fun and so she told Jamie, the perky blond she usually worked with, that she would be taking her up on the offer of a drink if the invitation still stood. Jamie smiled widely in what must have been her pageant look, and told Lyndsey she would see her there as she wrote the name of the bar on a small post-it. Lyndsey had to pack up the candy and teddy bears before she could leave so she was alone in the locker room as she changed into street clothes. She folded her absurd costume and slid her long legs into dark washed denim leggings. Lyndsey admired her legs as she pulled her pants on. She was tall for a woman, standing five foot nine inches in her bare feet. When she was younger, she had been self conscious about her height as she towered over everyone she knew until the boys had all started to hit puberty and shoot past her. Her height had made her a natural for basketball and she had played point guard all through high school which had kept her figure toned despite her shapely curves. She had always been more rounded at the hips and her breasts had developed far earlier than she had been comfortable with though now she was rather pleased with her body and its soft dips and valleys. 

When she went away to college, Lyndsey had kept playing basketball on an intramural team as a way of keeping fit and letting off steam. That had ended at the same time her love life had, when she started her research. There was just no time for anything but experiments and statistics. Her boyfriend of six months had broken up with her complaining that he wouldn't play second fiddle to a box full of mice for anyone, even a busty redhead. At the time Lyndsey could have cared less as she was so busy with her work but in the past few months she had started to realize how badly she needed to just get laid again. The middle finger of her right hand was a sorry substitute for a tongue on her clit not to mention that her own slim fingers were simply not enough for her hungry sex to close around. She shivered a little and quickly finished dressing with the intent to do some online shopping at Sexilicious, the new adult store website, for some much needed playthings. But first there was a 7 & 7 with her name on it at the bar around the corner.

The bar was typical, loud drunk locals and horny husbands leering at her breasts. When Lyndsey got there, Jamie and two other mall elves were already into their third round of drinks. As Lyndsey squeezed in next to Jamie, a dark haired guy who Lyndsey pegged as a student slammed a beer down in front of her shouting, 

"Hot damn! There's a redhead! Now its time to parrtttay!" 

Lyndsey had rolled her eyes; she got this all the time. If it wasn't the drunken come on then it was offers to buy her a drink called a Redheaded Slut or requests to see if her "carpet" matched the "drapes". To her shock, Jamie had thrown her arm around Lyndsey and said, 

"Keep it to yourself John-boy! She's with me" 

and then proceeded to plant a wet kiss on Lyndsey's surprised mouth. At the stunned look on her friend's face, Jamie had giggled and said,

"What else could I do? We're sitting under the mistletoe!" 

and pointed to the wooden ceiling beam over their heads that was draped with Christmas garlands and light strings. Sure enough, there was a small bunch of mistletoe hanging from a red ribbon. Lyndsey had laughed good-naturedly and taken a swallow of the beer "John-boy" had set in front of her. 

A few more rounds and her head had been spinning. She found herself telling Jamie all about her beloved research grant and the loss of her boyfriend and then her job. Jamie filled Lyndsey in on some of her vital statistics as well. Jamie was a model, or wanted to be one (no surprise to Lyndsey) and while she had been in a few catalog shoots nothing major had been panning out which is how she found herself working as a mall elf to pay for her last round of headshots. Alcohol induced tears filled Jamie's green eyes as she told Lyndsey that she was starting to wonder if she was pretty enough to be a model. Lyndsey knew this was really a silly ploy to get a compliment but Jamie truly seemed upset and had been kind enough to listen to Lyndsey spill her guts so dishing out some positive words seemed the least to be done. 

"Come on! How can you say that? Just look at you? You're young and gorgeous...I mean your hair nearly touches your ass and its always perfectly styled, you have a body to die for and eyelashes you must have sacrificed an animal to be blessed with! Everyone is looking for work, it's not just you and it has nothing to do with your looks".

Jamie's pink lips had curved into a satisfied smile and she had given Lyndsey a quick hug telling her how sweet she was and that Lyndsey should consider leaving science for modeling herself. Jamie swayed closer to Lyndsey, her tongue wetting her lips slightly as she pressed into the redhead's side. Jamie let her eyes wander down her friend's body in a frank appraisal and then reached out to gently brush a few strands of hair from Lyndsey's forehead saying, 

"I really mean it. You have beautiful creamy skin, that gorgeous red hair and what color are your eyes? Grey? Blue-grey? The camera would eat you up. I'm half tempted to eat you myself...." 

As she uttered the last sentence, Jamie had leaned forward, whispering into Lyndsey's ear, letting her warm breath heat the side of Lyndsey's neck as she lightly nuzzled into the outer edge of Lyndsey's ear. Lyndsey felt her mouth go dry as a sudden heat flushed her cheeks pink. She was keenly aware of Jamie's full breasts pushed into her arm, the other woman's breath playing lightly over her skin and the sweet floral smell of perfume. 

Lyndsey had giggled nervously and shrugged off the compliment noting she was a science geek to the core. She then downed the last of her drink to cool off and leaned back into the booth uncertain of what to say or do. Jamie took the hint and pulled back slightly. The blond watched her with a sly grin and then put her hand on the inside of Lyndsey's thigh, rubbing lightly and said, "It's ok, I get it. But if you ever change your mind, you are welcome to jingle my bells whenever you like." Jamie released Lyndsey's leg and shook her breasts back and forth making Lyndsey laugh. The rest of the night had passed uneventfully until Lyndsey had called it quits and called a cab to take her home. 

A few minutes later, Lyndsey was unlocking the door to her apartment and shedding her clothes to head off to bed. Snuggling into her bed under the down comforter, Lyndsey tried to sleep but she just couldn't seem to relax. Turning on her side to look out the window at the snow gently falling outside, she replayed the events of the evening with Jamie. Lyndsey did not know what to think about her new friend's advances. She had never been with a woman before and wasn't sure she wanted to start now. But she could not deny that it had been flattering and Jamie was certainly beautiful. She thought about the blonde's full breasts pressed against her arm and felt a flutter low in her stomach. Jamie's breasts were high and firm, slightly smaller than Lynmdsey's own D cups. Lyndsey brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed gently, feeling her nipples pucker and tighten under her palms. She pulled at the hardened tips and let out a small groan as she thought about what Jamie had said about "eating her up". She moved her right hand to skim over the swell of her hip, feeling her skin tingle at her caress as she slid her hand into place over her bare mound. No carpet there! 

She tried to imagine her friend leaning down to suck her nipples, remembering the feel of Jamie rubbing the inside of her thigh. She shivered again at the feel of her bare pussy lips under her cool fingertips. She ran her middle finger up and down her slit before tracing hard circles around her clit. Her breath caught in her throat as she quickly found her rhythm and began rocking her hips. She pushed two fingers into her wetness, feeling her muscles quiver around her seeking digits as she let her legs fall open so she could reach for her g-spot. Curving her fingers up toward her belly, Lyndsey rubbed the little electric pleasure center embedded in the tightened wall of her pussy. 

As she got closer to the edge, she withdrew her fingers and began furiously circling the engorged nub of her clit, nudging under the sensitive hood with the tips of her fingers. She used her other hand to desperately squeeze her left tit, rolling the nipple between her thumb and index finger as her breath quickened. The dark room was soon filled with the sound of her grunts and groans as she ground her hips into the bed sheets indulging herself in her first lesbian fantasy. Lyndsey let herself replay through the kiss in the bar, remembering how soft Jamie's lips had felt against hers. Just a brief teasing touch of Jamie's tongue on her lower lip. What would it have been like to return that kiss? Lyndsey thought of licking Jamie's lips and feeling the blond nuzzle down the side of her neck as Jamie kissed her way to the opening of Lyndsey's blouse. Lyndsey roughly tugged at the nipple imprisoned by her left hand and shoved three of her fingers into her wet opening, riding her own hand as she humped back and forth. Lyndsey felt a deep tugging sensation in her groin as her orgasm exploded through her, flooding her busy fingers with her juices. She released her breast, keeping her fingers curled in her pussy as she fell back limply into the pillows enjoying the quieting spasms pulling between her legs; the tension of the evening was relieved at last. Soon she was breathing slow and deep as sleep overtook her.

****************Part2***************************

Lyndsey woke with a start when the alarm went off the next morning. She had to extricate her right hand from her still moist pussy to turn off the buzzer. She yawned hugely as she stretched like a giant cat trying to shake the sleepiness from her. She stumbled out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Lyndsey did not really think about Jamie or anything else as she put on a pot of coffee and went to shower. Revived by the steamy water cascading down her back, Lyndsey washed her hair and shaved her legs. As she soaped up her body, running her hands over her belly, she thought briefly about giving herself a repeat performance of her bedtime play before work but decided against it so she would not be late. Hopefully, she and all the other elves still had jobs after the drunken Santa debacle. 

Lyndsey dried her hair and dressed, stopping in the kitchen to pour a travel mug of coffee before heading out the door for the mall. When Lyndsey turned into the shopping center entrance she cursed under breath at the sight before her. The parking lot was jammed with cars as far as the eye could see. It was the last Saturday before Christmas and so Lyndsey wasn't really surprised the parking lot was packed but it didn't lessen her irritation. She tried to mentally prepare herself for the long walk she would have in the blowing snow from her car up to the mall entrance and cursed again. Worst. Job. Ever! Lyndsey and all other mall employees were under strict order to park a considerable distance from the building during the holiday shopping season but even the approved parking was overflowing. Lyndsey gave a frustrated growl as she circled the parking lot like a buzzard hovering over a snack. This was going to make her late! 

As she fumbled for her cell phone to call her supervisor and let him know she was there but still trying to park, she nearly ran into a man hurrying across the line of parked cars toward the entrance. She hit the brakes missing him by a foot as he turned to see his almost assailant. Lyndsey sucked in her breath as dark brown eyes slanted in a scowl met her grey ones. His face was ruggedly handsome, all angles and scruff with an intelligent air, if you could tell that sort of thing just in a glance. She noticed the strong set of his jaw which was tempered by the sensual fullness of his mouth. He looked tall from her seated position in the car, and his shoulders were broad. His body had a look of masculine power that made Lyndsey's mouth go dry. Overall, he cut quite a figure in his navy blue pea coat and jeans. Lyndsey stammered as she mouthed the word "Sorry!" punctuated with a small apologetic wave of her hand. The scowl softened as he looked into her wide frightened eyes and he tipped his fingers off his forehead to her in a no harm done gesture as he continued into the mall. She watched him go, savoring the surety of his long strides as he stepped across the last of the parking lot. She wondered if he was single. Lyndsey shook her head, laughing at herself slightly for her reaction to the man she'd almost run over and drove slowly (and carefully) to the far parking lot.

By the time Lyndsey was dressed in her costume and reporting for duty, Santa's workshop was already humming with activity. One of the other girls told Lyndsey that the shopping center had officially fired Harry (apparently that was fat drunk Santa's name) and had despite trying desperately, there was just no luck finding a replacement on such short notice so one of the mall's owner's was filling in for day. Lyndsey said a small prayer of thanks to the plastic light-up nativity figures that she was not going to lose her job and that she didn't have to put up with creepy Harry the fat drunk Santa anymore. Lyndsey did not have time to meet the new Santa as her supervisor immediately directed her to the gift wrapping station where Jamie was trying to single handedly manage a line of customers that snaked away from the service desk by several yards. There was no time to mention the previous night much to Lyndsey's relief as she had a fleeting flash of her vivid before bedtime fantasy the moment she caught sight of the beautiful blond in her tight red costume. Instead, the two young women chatted about menial things like Christmas plans and music as they wrapped boxes and tied ribbons. No one got to take a morning break and by lunchtime, Lyndsey was dead on her feet having been up so late the night before. Finally, another elf was sent to relieve her and she was allowed to hurry off to the food court for coffee and a bite to eat. 

As she sank into one of the padded metal framed chairs in the food court, Lyndsey decided she would stop at one of the coffee shops and grab some coffees and muffins for her co-workers. She really didn't have a lot of spare cash but she wasn't broke (yet) and she knew there were some of the key workers who had still not had a break let alone eaten lunch. When she got back to the center of the mall where Santa's workshop was set up, Lyndsey could see that Jamie was flagging and the new Santa looked exhausted behind his fake beard. Lyndsey stepped into the Santa meet and greet photo area, turning the hands on the wooden plaque by the line ropes to read "Out to Lunch". The plaque was painted to look like a clock that pointed to various notes describing Santa's availability. She held up the muffins and coffees saying,




Secret Santa



"I brought treats!" 

Jamie clapped her hands in delight and swooped down from the workbench area to plant a kiss on Lyndsey's cheek as grabbed a coffee. 

"You are a life saver!" the blonde cooed as she took a long sip, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the brew. 

"We should take care of Santa too...he's really nice and so funny. I think you will like him." As the two approached the workbench, Jamie whispered, "He's really, really hot too! I would love to get him under the mistletoe with nothing but a smile on!" 

Lyndsey looked at her friend in confused amusement. Seeing the look on the redhead's face, Jamie said with a wink, 

"Yes, I swing both ways. Why eat just one dessert when you can have cake AND pie?" 

Lyndsey shook her head and laughed at her friend as they closed in on the new Santa. Lyndsey approached with her hand outstretched, 

"Hi, I'm Lyndsey. Thanks for saving the day and filling in as Santa!" She held the bag of pastries out toward him, "I know it has been crazy busy here today and no one has had much of a chance to breath so I brought some muffins and coffee if you would like some." 

The new Santa smiled through his polyester beard and mustache as he engulfed Lyndsey's in his strong grip. Lyndsey could have sworn he winked at her as he reached to take the offered coffee. 

"Nice to meet you Lyndsey. Thanks for the coffee, but I have to make a few phone calls while I have this short reprieve from the hoard of over stimulated children so I have to pass on the muffins" 

with that he turned and headed back to the stockroom leaving Lyndsey and Jamie with a brief nod of his head. He was already out of sight when Lyndsey realized she still had no idea what he looked like as he had never taken off the beard and mustache while they were talking. She said as much to Jamie and noted she would have to reserve her opinion on his hotness. The two women talked and sipped coffee until a quarter after when new Santa returned and announced it was time to get back to business.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as child after child passed through the line to meet Santa and have their picture taken and mall shoppers took advantage of the free gift wrap service. Just before they were about to shut down a group of giggling teenagers arrived wanting to take a group picture with Santa. The family crowds had cleared out an hour before and this was to be the final picture of the evening. As the teens crowded around Santa, one called out, "Hey, don't we get an elf in our picture too?" Lyndsey found herself being herded up to the workbench by Jamie and pushed down into Santa's lap. As Jamie ran back down the steps to take the photo, Lyndsey felt Santa shift slightly until her backside was pushed firmly against his groin. As she tried to move casually over a bit more to his leg, Santa closed his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. Lyndsey was shocked to feel what was a rather massive hard on pressing into the crack of her behind. She ceased trying to move and simply sat still, silently fuming at this man's audacity, until Jamie snapped the picture. 

As Lyndsey scrambled to get up, she felt a gloved hand slide briefly up her thigh. Whirling in indignant outrage, Lyndsey saw him give her that same slight wink she had witnessed earlier as he raised an eyebrow in smirking question. She waited until the teens had paid for their photo and moved toward the exit before she unloaded on Santa. 

"Listen asshole, I don't care if you are one of the mall owners or the pope himself, I am here to do a miserable job not get fondled by some creep in a Santa suit. I am...was...well still am even though my grant was cancelled...a scientist not some elfin tart for you to cop a cheap feel of...Got it?" She was breathing heavily, her face flushed as she spit out the words. 

Santa chuckled and then offered his hand in apology, "So sorry, I just have a thing for redheads." 

Lyndsey snorted in disgust and turned away from the outstretched hand as she tossed her hair back and headed for the gift wrap counter to help clean up for the night with as much dignity as a tight velvet elf costume and jingle bell topped hat would allow. Because it was so close to Christmas, the mall had offered to pay a few people overtime if they would take on extra hours to help with breaking down and setting up to make the last few days run as smoothly as possible. Lyndsey had jumped at the chance for the extra money and today had been her first all day shift. While everyone else packed up and left for home or the bar, Lyndsey began straightening the workshop area. An hour later, Lyndsey had finally finished setting up the props and candy for the next day and was heading to the store room with an armload of gift wrap that needed to be put away before she could leave for home. The mall was nice this time of night with no one but a few security guards and store employees milling around. The piped in Christmas music was still playing and Elvis was crooning a rendition of Silver Bells as the giant Christmas tree lights twinkled. It looked like a surreal holiday wonderland Lyndsey thought as she pushed open the stockroom door. 

The stockroom was barely lit with the glowing EXIT signs and a single light shining out of the office. It was just enough light for Lyndsey to see by as she dumped her armload onto the work table. As she leaned forward to catch a runaway roll of paper, someone pressed into her from behind, pinning her against the table. "What the...?" she started as she attempted to twist around to see who it was. The person leaned harder into her back and she was unable to turn as a deep male voice whispered in her ear, 

"Shhhh Lyndsey....You don't want to be put on Santa's naughty list do you?" 

Lyndsey began to struggle in earnest hissing, 

"You bastard! Let me go or I will scream this room down around us until security comes!" 

He chuckled, leaning close enough that his breath stirred wisps of her hair, 

"No you won't Lyndsey because you need the money and would hate to lose your job so close to Christmas". 

She stopped twisting as she felt a large hand running over her hip and down to the hem of her green velvet costume. "Besides," her would be attacker continued, "I think you want this!"

Lyndey shiver as he ran his fingertips up the outside of her thigh, pulling lightly at the candy cane striped tights as if testing their strength. She could feel the heat of his hands through the thin fabric as he dropped his other hand to her hip, using his body to continue to hold her against the work table. Lyndsey gasped loudly when he grabbed two handfuls of her tights just above the junction of her thighs and gave a sharp pull in opposite directions. The thin fabric came apart in his hands as he ripped her tights from the crotch up through the waistband. A slight draft tickled her exposed skin for a moment before thick fingers skimmed over her belly and dipped into the waistband of her panties. 

Lyndsey felt her assailant chuckle into her hair at her sharp intake of breath. 

"Look at what a naughty little slut you are! You know you like this. Let's see how much you like it," the man said as he pushed his fingers further down into the front of her panties searching for the top of her mound. 

She could feel the pads of the gloves smooth and cool as he ran a finger up and down her slit in a way similar to how she herself had touched her pussy the night before. Lyndsey had not been touched by a man in months and it felt so good! No matter how much she tried to ignore the sensations coursing through her body and centering in her groin, her body was intent on betraying her as evidenced in the moisture that began to pool at her opening.

Santa noticed too as the friction lessened and he pushed a leather clad forefinger between her slick nether lips. 

"Ahhhhh....someone is a bad girl this year! A very, very wet slutty little girl," He whispered as he ground his growing erection against her ass.

Lyndsey moaned softly at the invading finger gliding up and down her pussy but could not help opening her legs to allow him more access to her innermost regions. He gave a low growl of male satisfaction as he slowly worked a leather covered finger into her moist heat. Lyndsey gasped at the feeling of the smooth leather and the size of his insistent finger pressing into her opening. This is what she had been missing, a man's touch, hard and rough. She squeezed her eyes shut as he stretched her open with a second finger sliding in beside the first. Lyndsey could not stop herself from pushing against her aggressor's hand as he sawed his fingers in and out of her, plundering her slick pussy. 

His left hand roamed up her body to her breasts, squeezing their plump outlines through the green velvet of her costume. Her nipples began hardening against his palm drawing a faint moan of ever increasing pleasure from Lyndsey as she began to reflexively grind down on the fingers darting faster in and out of her pussy. Her dirty Santa lightly teased the swell of her breasts over the top of her costume, making her shiver from the contact before he reached into the neckline and pulled her left breast free from the cup of her demi-bra to hang over the top of the green velvet dress. Lyndsey's nipple instantly puckered into a tight rose as the cool air met her heated flesh. She felt warm firm lips kissing and sucking the back of her neck as thick fingers pulled her nipple out straight away from her breast giving her a frisson of pain mixed with an intense electric sensation that shot from her nipples and centered in her melting center causing her to tighten around his invading fingers. 

This strange man was playing her body like a violin and Lyndsey was beginning to get dizzy from all of the sensations. The seduction combined with fatigue from the long day caused her to sag slightly forward against the work table. Her assailant removed his fingers from her slippery opening with a moist sucking sound and placed both hands on her hips, lifting her from the table as he took a step back. He spun her around to face him and Lyndsey finally saw the mystery Santa's face without the fake beard and mustache. Smirking down at her was the man she had almost hit with her car earlier in the day. Seeing the recognition register in her face, he said,

"Yeah you almost ran me down this morning on my way into the mall. I turned around to cuss out whoever it was driving so recklessly only to see your big grey eyes staring at me like a frightened deer. That creamy skin and that tangle of red hair made it impossible to stay mad." 

He reached up and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. "Then when I saw you in your elf costume, I knew what was on my Christmas list," he said with a squeeze to her crotch. "I told you, I have a thing for redheads." 

Lyndsey blinked once, twice, trying to let it all sink in, "Right," she began, "uhm...I really am...er...I did not mean to run...," 

she kept stammering, unable to manage a whole sentence as she looked up into his face, feeling his hard forearms wrapped around her back as he held her up. Her mind was spinning as she felt wetness trickle down the inside of her thigh making a sticky spot on the crotch of her ruined candy stripped tights. As she looked up at him, she was acutely aware of the burning ache between her legs and her exposed breast rubbing against the red velvet of his Santa costume. He seemed to be enjoying the full frontal view and without a word dipped his head to capture her nipple between his lips. Lyndey could feel what little resolve she had left ebbing away with the strong suckling distending her nipple as her bad Santa circled the little bud with his tongue while freeing her other breast for his assault. Letting her head fall back, Lyndsey let out a loud moan and reached up to cup her breasts, offering herself to the greedy sucking mouth. Santa chuckled softly and raised his head, making Lyndsey whine in disappointment. Cupping her chin in his hand, the man tilted Lyndsey's mouth up to his, kissing her for the first time. 

Any noise Lyndsey made was muffled as his mouth closed over her. His lips moved insistently over her, nipping at her with his teeth then soothing the sting with teasing strokes of his tongue before pushing into her mouth. Lyndsey slid her hands over his chest until her arms were wrapped around his neck, relaxing into the kiss. She began to return the kiss with her own passion, sliding one of her legs up his thigh. Not missing the invitation, her mystery lover grabbed her leg under the curve of her knee and pulled her to him, grinding his cock against her panty covered mound. Even through the velvet of his Santa costume, Lyndsey could feel the heat of his erection pressing into her and felt another jolt of moisture lubricate her already slick opening. She began to rub herself against him as her excitement reached a fever pitch. The kissing and tasting seemed to go on forever until the tension was more than she could take. 

Lyndsey broke the kiss, panting as she pulled away. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked up at him in raw open need as she slid her hand between their bodies. It was her turn to be the aggressor as she traced her fingers along the top of the waistband to his pants. Santa made a hissing sounds when Lyndsey wrapped her hand around the thick head of his cock. Lyndsey ran the pad of her thumb over the tear shaped opening in the head, feeling pre-cum ooze out. Lyndsey never broke eye contact as she removed her hand and licked the fluid from her thumb. He reached out and stroked the side of her face, running a thumb over her lip, swollen from his kisses. She darted her tongue out to taste the saltiness of his skin and slowly sucked his thumb into her mouth. He watched her with rapt fascination as she circled her tongue around the tip of his finger before hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked it into the warmth of her mouth in a preview of her considerable talents.

He was about to push her shoulders down when she surprised him by dropping to her knees and yanking at his costume pants until they were hanging around his knees. She smiled to herself; he was wearing boxer briefs and man oh man was he sexy in them! Together they pushed down his boxers, until his painfully hard dick sprang into view. Lyndsey licked her lips in anticipation. It was huge! She tried to guess at the length was it maybe eight inches? She wasn't sure but it was also thick with an overlarge mushroomed head that seemed to pulse with a life of its own in the dim storeroom light. He had waited long enough, he tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her forward until his cock brushed her lips. 

"Open for me, suck Santa's pole." 

Lyndsey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, cupping his balls with the other and opened her mouth. Snaking her tongue out she lapped at the precum weeping out of the purpled head before engulfing as much of the length as she could in her mouth. She looked up at him, watching him struggle to hold back as she swirled her tongue under the sensitive head and back again to flutter over the top. He groaned and closed his eyes as he cupped the sides of her face and began fucking into her mouth. Lyndsey kept a steady suction, alternating between suckling the head of his cock and sliding the whole length into her mouth until she felt herself gag a little. He could feel his cock tighten, ready to explode, and she could feel it too. Reaching between his legs she rubbed and then pressed her fingers into the slight depression behind the base of his cock causing him to jerk sharply as she began to stall his orgasm. She grinned as he growled, "Why you're not an elf but a redheaded witch. What are you doing to me?" Lyndsey pulled her mouth off his cock and said, 

"Scientists know these things....I'm not ready for you to cum yet so I stopped you."

He grabbed her shoulders and roughly pulled her to her feet. Lyndsey felt a slight shiver of fear at what he might be about to do. Scattering rolls of Christmas wrap to the floor, Santa threw Lyndsey backwards across the worktable and wrenched her legs apart. Before she could do more than squeal, he had captured both her wrists in one hand and pinned her arms above her head forcing her breasts to jut forward as he arched her back cruelly. Like a man possessed, he attacked her nipples, biting and sucking until she cried out from pain mingled with pleasure. Not stopping his assault on her breasts, he reached for her pussy, which had never grown cold, and thrust two fingers into her heat without warning. 

"Stop me will you? Let's see if you can stop me from making you cum all over my fingers, slut!" 

Lyndsey began writhing on the table as he began rubbing his thumb against her clit in short quick circles. "Ugggnnnh," she grunted as she felt the familiar heat of orgasm wash over her body. She was so close to losing control. Leaving her throbbing nipples, Santa hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her boyshort panties and yanked them down her thighs. Now Lyndsey was truly exposed with her sex and her breasts unprotected from his roaming hands and hungry mouth. He paused to look down at her. She was gorgeous; face flushed with impending orgasm, red hair tousled around her face and her nipples a rosy pink from his brutal suckling. She arched up to him, tossing her head from side to side in frustration, 

"Ppllease....pppplease," she stuttered. 

"Please what?" he asked giving her clit a pinch that made her cry out. 

"Pu..puh..please eat my pussy...make me cum...I'm soooo close!" 

She was almost sobbing as he looked down at her as if considering her request. "I guess since you said please..." 

He pushed his face into her dripping pussy, licking up and down the inside of her slit as she tried to desperately tried to ride his face. He pushed back against her thighs, forcing her to open her legs and fall back onto the table. He began to poke his tongue in and out of her tight hole while he pinched her clit between his fingers. Lyndsey had been tormented long enough. As she felt him drive his tongue into her pussy she began to squeeze her cunt muscles, working herself closer to orgasm. When his fingers closed over her clit, the dam burst and Lyndsey cried out as the hardest orgasm she could ever remember having shattered her like a pane of glass. He continued to lick up and down her slit as Lyndsey settled down. She was shaking as she pushed herself up onto an elbow to look up at him. He straightened and kicked off the black Santa boots, peeling the rest of the costume off as well. Lyndsey began to tug off her own outfit when she saw him shake his head to stop her. Running his hands appreciatively up her long legs, he pulled off her ruined tights and panties throwing them to the floor but left her in the green velvet dress, her breasts hanging over the neckline in an obscene display. She could see that he was still hard, his cock pointing to the ceiling with precum glistening on the head. Her mouth went dry at the size of him. As if he knew what she was thinking, he smirked at her and winked as he spread her legs again preparing to drive himself into her waiting body. Santa rubbed the head of his cock in the juices leaking from Lyndsey's over heated cunt. He began to slowly push the head into her, feeling the tight muscles of her pussy stretching around his girth. She sighed and tried to wrap her legs around his waist but he grabbed under knees, hooking her legs over his shoulders as he dragged her forward to slide the full length of his cock into her. He didn't stop until his balls were resting against her ass. Lyndsey let out her breath in a single gust as he pushed her little opening to its limits. He began to thrust into with a nearly savage force, causing her head to bang against the table. It hurt so good, she hoped it would never stop! He was a man on a mission as he stabbed his giant tool into her tight pussy over and over. 




Secret Santa



Sweat started to bead down his forehead and drip onto her breasts as they rutted on the worktable. She could tell he was close to cumming as she felt him starting to swell against her slick walls. Lyndsey began to squeeze her muscles around his cock, milking him, until he began to groan. 

"Oh, yeah bitch! Your little slut pussy is so tight Santa can barely keep his dick in it...yeah...ride it whore, ride my cock until my cum shoots all over your cunt!" 

Lyndsey lifted herself up, pushing her knees into his shoulders, and began riding into his thrusts. 

"Is this how you like it Santa? Is this how you want me? Tell me how you want me," Lyndsey crooned. 

She was answered when he pulled her legs down and turned her over on her stomach to take her from behind. Santa pulled her to the edge of the table and pushed into her snug heat, his fingers digging into her hips to pull her against him. Lyndsey moaned loudly as she felt the head of his cock drag across her g-spot setting off a deep orgasm that pulled him deeper into her. As she pushed back into him, he reached underneath her to pull on her nipples causing her to scream as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her body until she was limp. 

He fucked her through the strong spasms, feeling her squirting around his cock as his own orgasm closed in, drawing his balls tight against his body. With a grunt, he pulled at her nipples and thrust forward with all his strength as ropes of cum jerked out of his cock against her tender pussy walls. He collapsed onto her outstretched body, pushing her across the worktable. They lay like that for several minutes, both of them trying to catch their breath. Finally, he moved to the side allowing Lyndsey to breathe easier as she gave a languid stretch, more relaxed than she had been in the past year. As she turned onto her side, he was watching her through half closed eyes, his cock heavy and semi hard against his thigh. He pulled her closer and she allowed him to wrap her in arms as she thought about what had just happened. She began to giggle. He looked down at her, 

"What's so funny?" Lyndsey shook a bit with laughter, "I just got my brains fucked out by Santa Claus!" 

He grinned, "So you did little girl. I think I filled your stocking just right." 

He gave her a slap on the bare ass and she squealed. 

"But I don't even know your name!" 

He gave her a wicked smile as he ran began pinching one of her tender nipples to aching attention. Lyndsey could feel him hardening as his cock twitched against her belly. As he moved in to capture her lips in another kiss he whispered, "I guess you can think of me as your Secret Santa."



Secret Santa



©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved

This was originally posted for the 2014 Winter Story Contest as "Special Occasions"...but needed some rework. Sorry it took so long to get done. 

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I glanced over at my wife, all muffled up in her parka and scarf, as we pulled up the long drive to her folks home. I quickly looked over my shoulder into the back seat to make sure that our daughter, swaddled up to look like a lump in her car seat, was still sleeping. Sandy had been born in September and this was going to be the first time that Sara's family had seen her.

Sara and I live in Seattle. She had been going to school there and I am a new engineer working for the city. Now she is on 'pause' from school for a while due to Sandy. We had been going together for almost a year prior to last March when we found out that she was pregnant. We loved each other and were edging that way anyway, so it was really no great leap to make the life commitment that Sandy's pending arrival was pushing on us. We had done the justice-of-the-peace thing to get hitched in a hurry, and then had a little get together in my parents' backyard for my family and friends. Sara's family who lived eight hours inland and were dealing with the spring birthing season for the herd on their small family farm at the time, couldn't get there. While I had met them briefly two summers ago, this was the first time that I would be seeing them as their daughter's husband. 

Sara had made the point quite strongly that we absolutely had to go to her folks' place for Christmas. We actually had a fight over it because I really didn't want to drive that far, through the mountains, in the winter. But, she won. She always did. Not only was Christmas a special family occasion, but her younger sister, Stephanie, had her birthday on December 25th, and would be turning eighteen this year...tomorrow. For some reason it was imperative that Sara join her family to celebrate Steph's birthday. 

Last time I was here was just a quickie afternoon stopover while travelling, and I was only the new boyfriend at that point, so I had only briefly met Sara's mother, Susan, and father, Tom. This would be the first time that I got to meet Stephanie, and Sara's older brother Matt who was twenty five. 

My bride is in her early twenties, short at five foot two, with long brown hair. As I glanced at her again, I couldn't see the wonderful hourglass figure that she worked so hard to regain after Sandy's birth, bundled as it was under her winter gear. She caught me looking and blessed me with that radiant smile of hers. All I could think of was the mental image I had of her standing in her t-shirt and nothing else as she completed the last minute packing this morning. 

In the darkness -- we were arriving late after our long drive - we drove around the two huge spruce, brightly lit and gaily decorated for the season, in her folk's large front yard. They looked like two especially tall Christmas trees set there solely to welcome in the holiday. The early season snow was already piled around the yard and it was obvious that someone had had to shovel the driveway at least once. We pulled up to the side of the house. As we got out we could see that our arrival had been anticipated. 

A tall man that I took to be Matt jumped down the steps in his sock feet, landing on the snow covered sidewalk, as Susan held the front door open and ran to help us with our luggage. He quickly shook my hand, saying 'hi', and gave a quick peck to Sara who was bending over in the back seat unbuckling our daughter's car seat/carrier from the car. Briefly I thought I saw him drag his hand up her shapely ass as she was bent over, but maybe not. Then, between the three of us we gathered up four bags and Sandy and headed for the door that Susan was still holding open. We did not have any Christmas presents with us as Sara had been firm in stating that her family didn't buy presents to celebrate this special occasion.

Up the steps, in the house, and there was a flurry of movement as we crowded into the small entrance. The house was a wartime build, a story and a half with three small bedrooms upstairs, a small kitchen, bathroom that everybody shared, and the living room downstairs. Glancing into the living room I could see a Christmas tree all decked out with the traditional decorations. I could also see six large and one small stocking, that I guessed was for Sandy, hung over the mantle of the old wood burning fireplace along one wall.

Our bags were dropped, Sandy in her carrier set carefully on the floor, and coats were pulled from us revealing me in my sweatshirt and jeans, and Sara dressed in her old gray t-shirt hanging loose over form fitting yoga pants that hugged her butt -- we had dressed for comfort on the trip. Sara's dad extended his hand to me. 

Tom is a large man in his early fifties. Short gray hair and rugged face suited the gray cardigan worn over a plaid shirt and jeans. I could see the pipe sticking out of his shirt pocket as he gripped my hand and welcomed me to their home. 

He let go of my hand to be replaced by Matt's. As I said, Matt is a big man, easily six inches taller than my five foot ten, and a couple of inches bigger than his dad. Big in the chest with arms and legs apparently carved out of large trees. I could tell that the work on this family farm was keeping both him and his father very fit. I could also now understand better my wife's focus on getting back in shape.

Matt was replaced by Susan, who came in very close to hug me tightly. Susan, also in her early fifties, is even shorter than Sara, barely five feet tall. She was wearing a flowing red dress, belted at the waist, with a stylish sweater, unbuttoned, over the top. I noticed the unbuttoned sweater as she pressed herself into me because I could very easily feel the nubs of my mother's nipples push into my chest through my sweatshirt. Momentarily I tried to pull back but she maintained her grip, shifting her hands up to pull my face down into a kiss causing her nipples to drag up my chest. I expected a motherly kiss on the cheek so I was again surprised by the open mouth that met my lips. In a second I could feel her tongue press into me and I was too shocked to resist.

My eyes flew around wildly as her tongue twirled around mine and I could clearly see my new father bending over my wife, his daughter, also obviously thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The only difference was that my wife was apparently eagerly returning the favour -- and I swear I saw his hands brush up and down her t-shirted back before one hand swept out of my sight, in between them. I couldn't see to know for sure, but if it was me, with my hand there, my hand would be cupping one of her delectable breasts.

My attention refocused upon Susan as she gave my butt cheeks a squeeze and then stepped back from me. "It is very nice to have you join our family, David, and especially to bring our daughter back to be with us on this very special occasion. Thank you," she said with a sweet smile. My face was flushed and I could feel a semi-stiffy straining in my jeans. 

I was still thunderstruck as I nodded to her. Her husband stepped back from Sara and was replaced with Matt as Stephanie enveloped me in a hug. Steph is a little taller, but still short, standing about the same height as Sara. Steph's hair, a mousy blonde similar to Sara's, is different than the long flowing locks that my wife and her mother sported as she has hers done in a short page boy cut that frames her face giving her a pixie'ish appearance. She looks very young, and very beautiful. Steph was wearing a shorter white cotton dress without any adornment. It came to her knees and there were buttons from the waist up the back. I could see the straps of her bra showing through the white dress.

Steph also reached up with both hands to pull my face down into a kiss while pressing into me in a full-body hug. My semi immediately stiffened to full on 'hard'. I was better prepared for the kiss and opened my mouth to accept this sweet girl's tongue right away, while trying to angle my lower body away from contact. She had a delicious taste to her -- not that Susan had tasted bad! 

From the corner of my eye I could see Matt step into Sara's open arms, and I swear I saw him blatantly draw his hands up the front of her leg as he murmured something into her ear. His hand remained there, out of my sight, for a moment while my wife nodded her smiling face at her big brother. Then I could see her butt arch suddenly away from the hidden hand and her lips opened into a laugh accompanied by her waiving a finger in his face. Then Matt swept my wife into a full-on lip lock, and I could clearly see her cheek billow as his tongue invaded her mouth!

I was distracted by the fingers curling in my hair as Steph sucked on my tongue. She is such a sweet kisser!

"Ok everybody. That is enough for now. We'll have some more fun later...let them get settled," this from Tom as he bent to pick up Sandy, and then stood back a bit with a huge smile on his face. Matt and Sara broke their embrace at the same time as Stephanie stepped back from me. I was very glad for the jeans I was wearing and the long sweatshirt hanging in front of them because I was sporting a boner like no tomorrow. "Sara, you and Steph help your mother finish setting the dinner out. Matt, help Dave take their things up to your room."

Tom led the way out of the entryway. Matt grabbed a couple of suitcases and started up the steep stairs. I grabbed the other two bags and went to follow him. Sara paused and grasped my elbow, holding me back for a moment. She looked at me, her hazel eyes looked darker and smokier than normal, and her face looked to be lit from within. She leaned into me and whispered, "I ...I guess we should have talked before we got here. It's too late now, but David, please just 'go' with things. It is a special occasion. I'll explain it all to you later." With that she gave me a wet, open mouth kiss and then turned to follow her family into the kitchen.

I turned and followed my new brother up the stairs. At the top was a little landing from which you could look down on the living room followed by a short hallway with a door off of either side, and one at the end. He pointed to the one at the end, and said, "my folks" and then at the door on his left "Steph's", and then he opened the door on his right saying, "mine, but this is where you guys are staying."

I followed him into a small bedroom. There was a double bed -- which for a man his size would probably still be a little small -- and a chest of drawers. He pointed at a crib pushed into a corner, "we dug that out of the shed when we knew you were coming and I cleaned it up real nice for Sandy." I took a look. This wasn't one of the modern, cheaply built cribs that you could buy today, but solid wood construction. "My dad made that for us when I was born. We've all been in it in our time," he grinned. We set the bags down at the end of the bed, and headed out. I asked, "if we are in your room, where are you staying Matt?"

He pointed at Steph's door, and then just opened it, "I'm with Steph, but don't worry about it, we'll get along fine," and he closed the door again. My brief view had shown a mirror image of Matt's room, with one double bed but without the crib. Huh? Was he going to sleep on the floor?

In the kitchen Tom was sitting at the table and the ladies were putting the last dishes out. They had obviously held supper for us even though we had arrived late. It was after ten. Everybody was smiling and talking, with my little daughter being cradled in her grandfather's arms.

Dinner was served at the table sandwiched in between the kitchen and living room. It was oval with no real 'head' of the table spot, and with all of us there it was a tight, but comfortable fit. I sat in the farthest corner -- almost like they wanted to ensure that I wouldn't be able to get away. Sara was beside me and her father beside her. Opposite me was Stephanie, then her brother, and Susan was opposite Tom. Tom had set Sandy down on the floor beside him.

We devoured the supper with very little impact upon the talking. My wife had a lot of catching up to do with her family. Everybody was kidding Stephanie about her 'special occasion' although I didn't understand exactly what they were talking about. All of them, including my wife, were joking about 'the last time they would see that white dress' and 'no more bra straps sticking out'. Steph blushed for the first while, but seemed to settle down as the same comments surfaced repeatedly. Sara obviously had a very close knit family and I was starting to feel bad that we hadn't made the effort to visit before, and especially bad about putting up a stink about travelling out here for Christmas. 

At one point I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. As I struggled to stand I noticed that Tom had his hand on Sara's thigh and it looked like he was softly squeezing it. I rounded the end and lost my balance a bit so put my hand down on Steph's shoulder. I could feel her bra strap under her white dress. I squeezed past Matt and Susan, looking down so as to not lose my balance again, and as I put my hand on to Susan's shoulder I noticed two other things. It looked like Susan's dress was bunched up on her lap, and I swear that Matt's hand was resting high on her bare leg. I paused and blinked a moment and also realized that I did not feel a bra strap under Susan's dress. Hmmm. Quickly I moved on, found the bathroom off of the entryway and did my business. When I returned via the same route Matt's hands were both on the dinner table. Finally gaining my seat again I looked down at Sara's lap again only to see her hand resting high on her father's lap! 

Eventually we were all done and leaning back in our chairs. It had been a good meal, a 'light' one as the turkey would come out tomorrow. Tom was leaning back in his chair slowly stuffing his pipe with some aromatic tabac when he slapped his own head, "damn! I almost forgot." He set his pipe down and rose to the kitchen cupboard, returning in a moment with a number of small glasses. Then he went to the freezer -- which was in the mudroom just outside the backdoor -- and came back with a quart sealer of clear liquid. Everyone started hooting about the 'home made hootch' as with a grin Tom started to pour a liberal dose into each glass. Sara put her hand over one glass, shaking her head, "I can't this year dad. I'm feeding Sandy," and with her other hand she grabbed her own left breast and bobbed it up and down under her t-shirt, "sorry." My eyes almost popped as I watched my wife waving her covered tit at her family.

"That is ok baby girl," he replied. "Your husband can have your share," and he poured the extra glass, setting two in front of me.

"Ok everybody, down the hatch!"

I watched as Susan, Stephanie, Matt and Tom all downed their glass of liquid in one swallow. Then I shrugged and did the same with one. "Holy shit!" I choked as the fire burned down my throat. Everybody laughed and started talking about the family tradition of 'having a glass' at special occasions. Matt explained that they made it themselves and kept it in the freezer, then he slapped me on the back and reminded me that I had Sara's share to take care of. Through tearing eyes I downed the second one. I could feel my whole body getting warm immediately. I grinned and Matt continued saying that the whole family gets a shot at every special occasion, so I could look forward to many more shots in the years to come.

Then Susan arose, announcing that it was time to draw for Secret Santa. I quickly looked at my wife because she had pointedly told me that there were 'no present giving' at Christmas at her folk's house. She saw my look and quickly understood the consternation on my face. She leaned over and grasped my head in her hands and quickly kissed me before whispering, "no, no...don't worry honey. It is ok. I'll explain everything later." 

Susan returned with two bowls that she had retrieved. I could see that there were folded up pieces of paper in them. She stood for a moment looking at everyone and then she focused upon me. "David, you've been a real good sport, and I can see that Sara has prepared you well to be a member of our family." I did not understand that statement. "I...we... are glad that she chose you." She paused for breath, "and we thank you for being here, and bringing our girl home to celebrate Stephanie's birthday with us." She smiled at me and then faced the others. "Now you know what to do, reach in here and pick a piece of paper. On it will be the name of the person that you are the Secret Santa for this year." With that she bent over and started to hold the bowls in front of us. One bowl was for the men and the other bowl for the women.

When it was my turn I reached in and pulled out a piece of paper. I opened it to see 'Stephanie'. I had seen that everybody else was keeping their slips of paper private, so I did the same. What the hell was I going to get Stephanie before tomorrow morning? I looked at my wife, who was glancing up at her dad, and I wondered why she hadn't let my buy a present. It was obvious that this was a family tradition and I needed one!

At that moment Sandy started to bawl. Sara immediately got up and said that it was her feeding time. The kitchen -- living room area was an L-shaped room with the table in the space at the corner of the L. We all watched as my wife pushed her chair back as far as it would go, turned and bracing herself on her father's shoulders, stepped across his lap. She was facing him and he put his hands on her hips to pull her down to momentarily sit on his lap as she moved across him. I watched silently, feeling the hootch do its work, as Tom moved one hand up from her hip to caress the nipple poking out of her t-shirt. Sara quickly looked at me and saw the hootch-induced expression of bemusement on my face and then leaned down to kiss her dad. The quick peck extended to include a bit of tongue twirling before she stood again, patting Tom on his cheek and whispering, "not right now daddy. Sandy is hungry." 

She picked Sandy up from her seat beside the table and took her to the living room and sat down on the couch, cradling our daughter in her arm. Then she struggled for a moment trying to raise her t-shirt on one side before pausing and looking at Matt. "Can you help me please?"

"Sure," from Matt as he arose and went over to them. Sara held one arm in the air and Matt reached down to grasp the hem and arm of her t-shirt, pulling them gently up exposing my wife's perfect breast to the world. 

Sara shifted Sandy to her free arm and then held up the other, "just take it off please." Matt glanced back at me and then grabbed the other arm of the t-shirt pulling the whole thing up and off of my wife, tossing the t-shirt to the rocking chair sitting beside the couch. Matt sat down on the couch beside my half naked wife as she brought Sandy's mouth to her nipple.

Sara had never been shy about feeding our daughter in public, but had always made some effort to cover up the exposed breast as Sandy was sucking. My wife being fully exposed like this, in front of her whole family, had my mouth hanging open in surprise. I quickly glanced around the table and saw that everybody was watching her feed our daughter although none of them seemed to be too surprised by her semi-nudity.

Sandy was sucking greedily on Sara's right tit. Matt commented, "they sure do look full" and he took my wife's left tit in his hand and bounced it in his palm, gently holding it. 

My wife had that loving, sweet look on her face that appeared every time she was feeding our daughter. She looked down at her brother's hand on her breast and then into his face, "they are full, and heavy, and..." At that moment Matt's squeezing produced a shot of mother's milk which squirted out across the floor. Sara laughed as did everybody. "You better watch out bro, I'm armed and dangerous." 




Secret Santa



Matt, also laughing, and looking at our daughter he said, "that stuff must be good" and he licked the milk off of his hand. "hmmm, it is good." Then he blew my mind completely by leaning in to my wife and placing his lips on her breast. I could see his cheeks hollow out as he sucked on her tit drawing some of the milk into his mouth.

Sara groaned and her eyes fluttered, murmuring, "Maaattttt." She groaned again and I could see that he was using his tongue to swipe at her nipple as he squeezed more. Then he pulled away from her tit dragging her nipple out as he continued to suck before releasing it, and swallowing the milk that he had just sucked from my wife's tit. Then Matt leaned over to kiss my wife squarely on the lips. We could all hear him quietly say, "I've missed your tits sis." My wife's eyes fluttered but as the kiss broke her whispered agreement was audible to all of us. Matt rose off of the couch and returned to us at the table while Sara continued to feed our daughter.

Other than the fact that my half naked wife was still sitting in full view on the couch, things returned to 'normal' as the conversation picked up again. We were all having a good time and I could definitely feel the rosy glow from the hootch suffusing my body. Everybody was flushed and animated as Steph and Susan cleared the table. Tom finished his pipe, tamping the burnt tobacco into a bowl that he had handy for that purpose.

Finally Sara was done and Susan went over to lift our now sleeping daughter into her arms. Tom, after a brief stop at the CD player to start some Christmas tunes playing, sat down beside his daughter who did nothing to retrieve her t-shirt or in any other way attempt to cover up. I sat on the couch on the other side of my wife and looked at her. She looked beautiful with her heavy milk-laden breasts sitting high up on her chest. Susan was strolling around the room crooning a Christmas hymn to Sandy while Matt and Stephanie continued to sit at the table watching everyone. Sara's naked breasts did not seem to bother anyone except me. I looked to my wife and found that she was looking right back at me. She leaned over to me, putting her finger across my lips and hushing, "it's ok dear. I'll explain it all later. Just be good with everything please." She looked at me so pleadingly that all I could do was nod my head for which I was rewarded with a beaming smile and anouther kiss.

At that moment the cuckoo clock hung over the mantle started to sound midnight. Susan paused in her strolling to look over at Stephanie with a huge smile on her face, "Happy Birthday darling. Are you ready?"

With a firm nod of her head the pixie-like girl stated, "yes mom, I've been ready for a long time." Her face lit up into an amazing smile as she stood from the table. 

Tom said, "Matt, can you get the roll please."

Matt stood and quickly disappeared into the basement, returning in a moment with a thin mattress that he unrolled in the middle of the living room floor -- directly in front of the couch. Then he pulled some pillows off of the rocking chair and the end of the couch and laid them on the mattress. 

Stephanie moved over to stand in the middle of the living room as Matt stood back. Susan moved behind her daughter and we could see her free hand working at the back of the girl's dress for a moment. Then with some frustration Sara's mother said, "this isn't going to work one handed. Matt, could you please do this? I'm going to put the baby to bed." With that Susan started to head up the stairs with our daughter. 

"No, mom," came from Sara. She looked at me, gripped my leg and squeezed as she continued, "David should take Sandy up and put her to bed." She looked imploringly at me so I just shrugged and got to my feet. I went over to Susan and she passed Sandy to me. I briefly glanced over to Stephanie and could see that the top button of her dress had been undone. I looked back at my wife to see her shoo'ing me up the stairs, so that is what I did.

As I headed up the stairs I could see that Tom and Sara were sitting back on the couch as Matt stepped behind his sister. Matt's hands went to the back of her dress and his lips dropped to her cheek and then her neck. Silently I paused at the landing at the top of the stairs to watch. Matt was nibbling and tonguing his sister's neck! Stephanie's eyes were closed with her pretty mouth open in a perfect 'O' as she tilted her head to the side to give him access.

Susan poked him in the ribs to hurry him along, so Matt straightened to concentrate on what he was evidently supposed to be doing. Shortly I could see the front of Stephanie's white dress loosen and then his hands were easing the dress off of her shoulders and letting it fall down her body to the floor. He held her while she gracefully stepped out of the dress and with one foot kicked it to the side of the room so that it landed under the Christmas tree. 

Stephanie was standing in front of her family in her black bra and panties, staring first at her sister, then squarely into her father's eyes. Matt, fumbling for a moment, unclipped the bra and then brushed the straps off of her shoulders. As he knelt behind his sister, everybody was treated to a view of two perfectly formed, pear shaped breasts riding high on her barely eighteen year old torso. Her nipples were large -- like my wife's -- and protruding erectly from her aureoles. From my vantage I saw movement on the couch and even though it was difficult to pull my view from Steph, I looked down to see Tom's hand resting on Sara's thigh, softly kneading it. 

At that moment Sandy chose to start squirming again, so I had to take her into the bedroom and work to settle her down. It took a bit longer than I thought it would, but eventually Sandy settled, and I gently placed our daughter into the crib and tucked her in. Then I moved silently back to the landing and looked down before descending the stairs. I froze in astonishment at what I was looking at.

Stephanie was nude, as was Susan who was standing behind her daughter softly kneading her breasts while placing soft kisses on the back of her neck. Matt was standing to one side watching them.

I heard Tom clear his voice, "Sara, sweetie, could you please help me out?" I looked to see that he was unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. Sara nodded quickly and said, "sure dad, I'd be happy to." 

My wife slid off of the couch to kneel at her father's feet. She got a good grip on his jeans and shorts while he was unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted his ass off of the couch and she heaved, pulling them off. Sara pushed them aside and then stood taking his shirt from him and putting it aside with the rest of his clothes. Tom was now sitting naked on the couch. 

He took his semi-flaccid cock in his hand, and started to pull on it while my wife returned to her seat beside her now naked father. I could see her deliberately place her hand on her father's naked thigh and start to lightly trace her fingers up and down. Whenever she did that to me it drove me crazy. 

"Ok Stephanie, we want you to lie down here on the mattress and your brother will help to put the pillows in the right spot," we heard from Susan.

"Sara," again from Tom, "could you please help your old man out some more?" He was looking at my wife with a crooked grin while fisting his cock. He had achieved semi-hardness on his own, but it was clear he could use some help. Sara looked quickly up at the stairs, but I don't think she could see me standing in the darkness before nodding to her dad and then bending over his lap. I watched, totally flabbergasted as my wife opened her mouth to lick the head of her father's prick. The effect was instant as his cock started to fill out. Tom placed his hand on the back of my wife's head and pushed her down. Sara opened her mouth and engulfed her father's cock, taking him down to the root. My wife was a good cocksucker, and while I had never thought about it before, I was now starting to wonder about where she had become 'so good' at it. 

My knees were weak, and I suddenly felt dizzy. I found myself sitting on the top landing and I must have made some noise as I saw Tom's face briefly turn up to look in my direction. 

By now, Stephanie was on her back on the mattress and Matt had arranged the pillows such that her ass and lower back were raised. He had just finished pulling Steph's legs apart, displaying her lower lips to best effect. We could all see the moisture glistening there. Susan looked over to see Sara sucking her husband and softly said to Matt, "your dad is going to need a moment. Can you get your sister warmed up sweetie?" 

Matt nodded, "sure mom", and knelt down between his sister's legs, and then dropped to lie prone with his face hovering above her. He proceeded to lick and softly nibble at Stephanie's inner thighs, dragging his tongue up and into her pubic nest. Stephanie started to gasp, groaning and moaning as her brother tasted her. Meanwhile, Susan knelt down at Stephanie's head to kiss her lips while kneading her breasts. 

I could see that Tom now had Sara's head in both hands and was thrusting her down on his cock with more vigor. As she pulled up to noisily breathe through her nose I could see that Tom's prick was now very hard. My wife pulled her mouth from her father and with a final sucking noise released him completely. His breathing was starting to sound like Stephanie's. Sara stood and sat down again beside her father making sure to keep her hand on her father's prick to keep pulling at it.

Susan looked up and saw that her husband was hard. She pulled herself from her daughter and tapped Matt on the shoulder, pulling his attention away from Stephanie as well. "Matt, sit up here and cradle your sister's head in your lap." Kneeling at her side, Susan was definitely in charge. "Tom, come over here now."

Tom bent over to kiss my wife, and then stood and strode over to his other daughter, his stiff cock bouncing in front of him. I have to say that my own cock was straining and trying to break out of my jeans. I squirmed a bit trying to silently pull down my zipper and then fish my boner out of my shorts. I've never spent any time looking at other guy's cocks, but have watched my share of porn. I had to say that while my own equipment was better than average, Tom was at least a little 'better' than that. Probably eight inches long and it looked to be pretty wide. I glanced back at my wife to see her licking her lips. 

He knelt down between his daughter's legs as Matt started to settle at her head. "No, Matt. Take your clothes off son!" instructed his mother. He quickly jumped up and pulled his shirt off over his head, and then his pants down and off of his legs. This boy was equipped! Long and large! Again he settled, carefully placing his sister's head in his lap. It looked almost comical with his prick standing up beside her cheek, with her hair spread around it, but her little hand quickly found the rampant engine resting against her face and she latched onto it as if for dear life. 

Tom leaned over his daughter, balancing on his knees with one of his hands on her breast, squeezing. He began tugging and twisting her nipple as he softly said, "Stephanie?"

It took him a moment to get her to pay attention to his words, finally opening her eyes to look at him.

My wife slid down on the couch some and pushed her yoga pants down to her knees. She hooked her heels on the edge of the couch seat and spread her knees. Then she started playing with herself, slowly rubbing her fingers around and into her cunt. I had never seen my wife play with herself before.

I looked back as I heard Tom say, "Stephanie, honey, are you sure that you are still a virgin? It is ok if you are not, but it makes a difference right now."

"I...I...am. I am daddy." 

"Ok sweetie. It will probably pinch a bit at first, but I will go slow and take it gentle this first time."

Steph closed her eyes again. Susan moved down from her kneeling position beside her daughter and lay down so that she could take a grip on her husband's cock with one hand and use the fingers of the other to spread open her daughter. Then she positioned Tom's cock at the entrance and said, "you are lined up honey. Make her a woman." I could just imagine her breasts pressed into the hardwood floor below her as she held her daughter open.

Tom slowly eased himself into his daughter, guided by his wife's hand. He sunk a couple of inches before pausing. He was panting as he said, "it has been a few years since I had a virgin," and he glanced over at my wife. He grinned at seeing her openly fingering herself. Then he focused again on his eighteen year old daughter and said, "here it comes sweetie!" With that he drove down slowly, inching into her. We could all see that she must be very tight as he had to work at it, even with the copious lubrication there. Steph's head arched back and she gave a little scream, her mouth wide open.

Matt gently pulled her hand from the strangle hold she had on his dick and then stuck his thumb into her mouth, "it is ok baby sister. It will get good, real good, real soon."

Then Tom was in. All of the way. He rested there for a moment, balancing upon his knees and elbows so that his full weight wasn't upon Stephanie, giving her virginal tunnel some time to adjust. Then he just as slowly pulled up. We could see her cunt lips billow out, clinging to the pole that had just changed her forever from a little girl to a woman. We could also see the film of blood on Tom's staff. 

Over the next few minutes Tom very slowly sunk into his daughter and just as slowly pulled back until just the head of his cock remained in her. Steph's expression lost the pinched look of pain, and slowly we could see a flush suffuse her body. She began to moan around Matt's thumb. Through it all my wife was thrusting her own hand into herself, and panting in time to her little sister's moans. I realized that I was slowly stroking my raging hard on as well.

Finally, Stephanie's moans turned to begging, "daddy, please. Please daddy, push it in. Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me, please."

Susan was now back to kneeling beside her daughter, pinching and pulling on her own nipples. "Tom, go ahead. She is ready. Show her what a real fuck is now!" She looked up at my wife, and exclaimed, "don't you dare cum Sara! You know better! This is your sister's special occasion!" Sara immediately pulled her hand from herself, but she didn't change her position as she continued to softly stroke herself. Susan then bent over her daughter's face, pulling Matt's thumb from Stephanie's mouth and started to French kiss her. 

Tom paused a moment, almost fully out of his daughter, and then, releasing a woosh of air, he plunged down into her. Hard. 

Steph screamed around Susan's tongue, but Tom was just hitting his stride. He rammed into her now. The gentleness of the last ten minutes was forgotten. 

Almost instantly Steph's back arched, and her stomach clenched as waves of her first orgasm shook her. Tom stopped pummelling into Stephanie for a second as his daughter's vice-like recently virginal cunt strangled his cock. However, he wasn't done and as soon as she relaxed a bit he returned to plunging into her. 

For an older guy his stamina was remarkable. He kept at it for about five minutes, taking his daughter through at least two more orgasms before we could see his butt clench and then with a bellow he made one final drive deep into his daughter and unleashed his load into her. With that Tom collapsed upon Steph with Susan getting out of the way just in time.

Tom rose up a bit to kiss Stephanie who was looking adoringly up at her father. "Daddy, that was soooo great! Thank you for making a woman of me!"

Her father quietly said, "happy birthday my little girl." He kissed her softly on the lips and murmured something else into her ear to which she nodded, and then he rolled off of her. 

"Sara!" from Susan, "come over here so you can help with the cleanup."

My wife immediately stood, pulling her yoga pants back up, and rushed over to kneel beside her father, quickly bending and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. I watched in astonishment as she lapped up her sister's virgin blood from her father's cock. At the same time Susan leaned down, using her tongue to clean the combination of blood, her husband's and her daughter's cum from Stephanie's swollen lips. She spent a few moments lovingly caressing her daughter's cunt lips, ensuring that she every tasty tidbit that she could find. 

Stephanie, whose breathing was still a bit ragged, said quietly, "do you think I'm pregnant now daddy?"

"Don't know for sure honey," he responded, "we'll just have to wait and see." Then he reached down to softly pat her belly, "though it would be nice to have another baby around."

"Ok"

I stuffed myself back in my pants and, as quietly as I could, stood. Just before stepping back into the bedroom I watched Sara rise and put on her t-shirt and return to her seat on the couch. 

Matt stood, and strolled straight up to my wife with his gargantuan dong waving right in her face. She looked up with him and as she swatted his cock out of her face she glanced again up to the top of the stairs, "I guess David must have gone to bed...it has been a long day for him." Matt moved his hips so that his cock slapped up against my wife's cheek. Again she swatted it aside and then, annoyed, stated, "not now Matthew!" Her mother and father were now dressed again and I saw them pull a robe over their naked eighteen year old daughter just as I stepped into the bedroom. I heard Susan state, "merry Christmas everybody. It is time for bed or Santa may not come to our house tonight. Off to bed! See you all in the morning!"

With that everybody began turning off lights, heading to the bathroom in turn, and generally getting ready to head up the stairs to bed. I shucked my clothes into a pile at the end of the bed and dove under the covers. I tried to still my breathing to something approaching the semblance of sleep.

After a few minutes I could hear everybody troop up the stairs. I had my eyes open to slits so that I could see in the dim light of the hallway. My mother and father continued down the short hallway to their room after kissing everybody. Matt and Stephanie paused to embrace Sara, and they exchanged a slow, tongue-filled three way kiss before Sara separated and moved into our bedroom, softly shutting the door behind her. 

I watched as she removed her yoga pants and t-shirt. Then she lifted the covers on her side and slid in as I clamped my eyes shut. I felt her breath on my face as she curled up close, "I know that you are awake David," she whispered. My eyes opened.

She smiled at me and leaned in to give me a kiss. I hesitated, thinking about the blood covered prick that had just been in her mouth, but she persisted in establishing a lip lock which she followed up by pushing her tongue deep in to my mouth. A moment of tongue twirling during which I realized that I really didn't mind the taste on her lips and she pulled back to whisper, "thank you my love for 'going' with it. I know that I owe you a big explanation, and I'll give it you. I will explain everything." She paused for a breath, "just not tonight." With that she rolled over and spooned back in to me making sure that my still hard dick was nestled comfortably in the crack of her ass.

I had to admit that I was exhausted -- an early morning, a long drive through unfamiliar snow covered mountainous terrain, a late dinner, the hootch...and watching my news deflower my wife's youngest sister. Even though I had not cum, and I really still wanted 'the explanation right now', I couldn't help myself. I fell asleep with the faint taste of my wife's lips, her dad's cum, and her sister's virginal blood and cum on my lips.




Secret Santa



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It was still very dark out although the night light around the corner in the hallway dispelled some of the gloom. I awoke with my wife lying half on top of me with her head in the crook of my shoulder just under my chin. She was rhythmically pushing her body into my chest and her head into my chin while moaning, "Dave...Dave...ungh...David." Huh?

I tried to struggle out of the fog of my sleep and found that my arms were pinned beneath my lovely Sara. "ungh...Dave...moooaaannn!"

Her eyes finally opened to look at me. Then she really came awake and her eyes opened wide, "who!" as she twisted her head around to look over her shoulder. Now I could see that my wife's hips were raised off of the bed, and I could tell that there was an extra weight pressing down on the bed below where her legs were extended. "Fuck! Matthew!" my wife exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, and suddenly her motion into me stopped.

"Hey sis. Merry Christmas! I'm your Secret Santa this year and I just couldn't wait any longer." I could now make out the big man positioned doggy-style behind Sara, his hands on her hips. He lightly swatted her on the ass, and "Merry Christmas!" again from Matt as he began to thrust into his sister again. 

Sara's loudly whispered, "be quiet you asshole! Do not wake Sandy up!" Her head turned back to me as Matt thrust a little harder, driving her into me again. The rhythmic motion began again, as did Sara's moans, "ungh...ungh...Matt, you are soooo fucking big! Take it easy on me!" Her head was locked below my chin, constantly knocking it as she was pushed into me.

I started to struggle to free myself, "Sara!" I exclaimed.

With a start, as if she'd forgotten where she was, so caught up as she was in the motion of receiving her brother's huge prick, she raised her head to look me in the eye. At first I saw concern, but that was quickly over powered by passion again. She moved her hands to grasp my face and kissed me. She kissed me hard and the fucking she was getting was driving her lips into mine and her tongue deep into my mouth. After a moment she stopped kissing, leaving her open mouth on mine as a keening sound rose from within her. I recognized that sound! I knew from multiple personal experiences that when my woman was getting close to an orgasm that was the sound she made!

She turned her head from mine, biting down on the pillow in an effort to keep quiet, but I could also hear the grunts of exertion coming from her brother as he continued to plow at a steady pace into his sister. He knew that she was close as well! My brother knew my wife's pre-orgasmic sounds!

With a little scream Sara hunched over dragging her teeth across my shoulder. She stayed crumpled up in that position as little aftershocks rolled through her body. Matt had stopped moving just as soon as Sara started to cum.

After a few minutes, when my wife had caught her breath she again raised her face to mine and her hands to hold me, and said, "my loving husband. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you yet. I'm so, so, so sorry." At that moment I could feel Matt start to stab his prick into my wife again. She closed her eyes momentarily, "I...ungh...I...aahhhh...Maaatttt!...I...promise...ungh...promise to explain everything to you...ungh...ohhhh....later!" 

"Come on sis! I want to fill you with some of my prime baby-making juice. Let's see if we can't give Sandy a brother!" Matt started to pick up the pace again, changing from short stabbing motions to longer, deeper penetrations of my wife. 

I started to struggle again, finally regaining Sara's attention. She raised her head from below my chin and I could see thought return to her eyes, "Matt! Stop!...Matt!" She twisted her head around to look at her brother and then swung a hand back to impact upon his hand where it was gripping her hip. Was she finally going to put an end to this incestuous act!

"Matt!...Matt, please stop for a minute!" For a minute? "I need to suck David." That stopped both Matt from fucking his sister, and me from struggling. Huh? "Let me up to turn around. We need to reposition...and for fuck's sake, keep quiet!"

I could feel Matt pull out from Sara. I could 'hear' the suctioning sound made as her cunt lips tried to hang on to the tool being withdrawn! Matt stood up at the side of the bed, and Sara immediately braced herself up on her arms and pulled me to lie on my back further down on the bed. Then she quickly leaned in to kiss me on the lips and whispered, "I love you David. Thank you!" Then she flipped around and put her legs wide on either side of my head. I was now staring up into Sara's belly button. My hands were finally freed so I placed them on either hip intending to push her up and off of me when I felt and then saw two more legs position themselves on either side of my head just inside of where Sara's knees were.

"Ok Matt. Do me! Fuck me good!" and then I could feel the oh so familiar wet warmth of my wife's mouth descend onto my rock hard cock. In that one instant, my struggles against what was happening evaporated.

"Unghhhhh..." came bubbling out of Sara, and I could feel her breath expel around my boner as I felt Matt once again sink his huge dick into his sister. Immediately he drove down and hard into my wife pushing her face down onto me and driving my cock deeper into her throat then I have ever been. At the same time her body was pushed down and forward. In an instant her clit was driven into my lips!

I had closed my eyes as her body was pushed down on me, but now I squinted up to see something that I swear I had never ever imagined that I would ever see. Matt's cock was thrusting in and out of my wife's cunt not a hair above my lips. His big hairy balls were slapping the bridge of my nose. I could hear his moans begin to keep time with Sara's. Each time he withdrew some of her essence would be pulled out onto my lips. I could hear her gasp around my cock, trying to gain a breath at the same time. 

I opened my mouth to lick at her clit, but what I got was a taste of her pussy lips pierced by her brother's cock.

The eroticism of what was happening -- my wife deep throating me while another man's cock, her brother's cock, was driving into her within range of my tongue -- drove me overboard. Sara's mouth on my cock was driving me wild. I don't know when I made the transition from outraged husband to willing sex-starved participant, but I did. The scene that I had witnessed earlier had set me up for this scene of passionate excess, and I couldn't help thinking with just my hard cock. I opened my mouth wider and let my tongue slide through my wife's slick folds ending on the underside of my brother's cock which drew another moan from him.

"Fuck bro! That is crazy man...keep it up, ungh!" from Matt.

As he drove into my wife once again I felt my tongue being dragged into her wet folds at the same time. Now all of us were moaning.

Matt picked up the pace, and the ferocity of his invasion into his sister. Sara was struggling to breathe, and distantly I was concerned about suffocating the woman that I loved. Then, on an upswing, her head was pulled violently from my cock. "Mmaaatttt...mmfph...than...thanks...ungh...don't pull my hair so hard!" Matt had taken a twist of his sister's hair and was using it to pull her off of me when he pulled his prick back so that she could grab a breath. 

While I couldn't actually see it, with my eyes half closed and head buried into the apex of slamming flesh above me, in my mind's eye I could see my wife bent like a pretzel above me, her hair twisted in her brother's hand, Matt first forcing her down on my cock as he slammed her and then pulling her up by her hair. We were all at the edge. It didn't take long.

We came. At the same time. My cock was deep in my wife's throat when I unleashed the strongest rope of cum in my life, followed by pulse after pulse. My prick and groin actually started to hurt as I emptied myself into Sara. If I hadn't been in so deep that I was past her windpipe I'm sure I would have choked her. Sara fought to not clamp her teeth down on me as her body folded in upon itself as she came all over her brother's cock...and my face. Matt's butt clenched and his pile-driving stopped, buried deep inside Sara as he unleashed so much cum that it squirted out from her cunt, also onto my face, as he collapsed onto her back. I was breathing so hard that I almost inhaled his cum as it fell into my mouth.

We lay there in a heap. Sara on me. Matt on her. We caught our breath. Then Matt rolled off of us and stood for a moment while Sara swivelled so that she was again face to face with me. I could feel Matt lay down beside us. There was silence as my wife looked at me. I guess my idiotic grin, along with the cum smeared across my face, told her what she needed to know.

"I love you David," she whispered to me.

"and I you Sara," I responded. 

We kissed, and she took a moment to lick the mess off of my cheeks and chin. Then she whispered, "you have 'so' lived up to my hopes! I was so worried."

Matt then spoke, breaking our mood, "welcome to the family bro! And, Merry Christmas!" That got us all laughing quietly. I looked over at him and he continued, "who are you Secret Santa for David?"

"Stephanie," I replied quietly.

"No shit! You get to be number two up her so sweet looking cunny? You are a lucky bastard!" He paused and then looked at his sister, "and you Sara?"

"Dad," she replied. 

He nodded back at her, and then softly said "that's good. He has really missed you Sara." With that Matt leaned in to kiss Sara sweetly on the lips and then got up saying, "time to grab a couple more hours before the rest of the clan gets up. I wonder who got my name," and he looked at me, "and I wonder who got yours?" Silently we watched Sara's brother sneak out of the room and then across the hall.

Sara, my wife, turned back to me. "Let's go to sleep my husband. I'll explain everything to you, tomorrow. I promise."

She had a hell of a lot of explaining to catch up on, although I had a pretty clear picture about 'what' now.

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I awoke to the sound of our baby crying in her crib. Sara rolled out of the spoon that we were still in and then looked at me, "could you please change her while I run down for a quick shower?" I grinned at her in the early morning light coming in through the window. Given the time of the year, it must be around seven in the morning I thought. I could see some dried cum stains on her cheeks and chin which instantly took me back to the events of the middle of the night. My smile froze on my face as I considered that. Did we really do that? I could see that Sara could tell I was struggling, but I consciously relaxed my face into an easy smile. I could deal with things. For my wife's sake, for our marriage, and for our daughter, I could deal. Besides, it had been over-the-top hot!

Again, Sara must be reading my mind, because she smiled at me again, and leaned in to kiss me. I gave her chin a little lick. Yes, we could both use a shower as I thought that my face probably looked very much like hers. I smiled at my wife and nodded.

With anouther quick kiss she bounced out of bed and headed out the door -- stark naked!

I got up and lifted Sandy from the crib and then cleaned her up.

By the time I was done and Sandy was wrapped up again in her onesie and I had gently laid her back in the crib I saw Steph's door open. Matt and my sister were there, both fully dressed, ready for the day. Matt was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. Steph had on a short pleated skirt, thigh high knit socks and a tight, light woolen sweater -- she was the vision of a school girl wet dream! Matt looked at me with a grin and headed down the stairs. 

Steph paused to look at me and I realized that I was standing in the open with not a stitch on. My morning woody had gone down while I was attending to my daughter, but as I looked at those eighteen year old breasts, molded so perfectly by that tight fitting sweater, and oh so obviously without a bra, thoughts of her deflowering last night flashed through my brain. 

I could feel myself starting to rise again.

Steph looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she watched in fascination as with little jerks my cock gathered steam and rose in salute. Suddenly her eyes rose to meet mine and her face turned red with a beautiful blush. We didn't say anything, just looked at each other from about ten feet away. Suddenly, with an impish grin, she blew a kiss my way, whispered, "Merry Christmas, brother," and then turned to head down the stairs.

Sandy wasn't happy yet, but I knew that was because she wanted something to eat, and that was something that would have to await my wife's return. I crawled back in to bed and rolled on my side facing the doorway.

I heard someone coming down the hall, and saw my mother pause to peer into our room. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question at Sandy's crying. "She's hungry and Sara is downstairs having a shower."

"Oh," she replied with a smile. Susan was wearing a long, clingy, woolen dress with a cleavage that went down almost to her belly button exposing the whole inside valley of her breasts. She had a nice pearl necklace on that draped into her cleavage, drawing the eyes. I could see her nipples harden as she watched me looking her over, and wondered what she was thinking about. I hadn't noted it yesterday when I had seen her nude, but I could tell now that while there was some sag involved, she did look exceptional for a woman her age. Her nicely-sized breasts hung over a flat tummy, and her very womanly hips flared from tight waist just right. Just because I could, I casually flipped the cover back, exposing my hardening cock and then just as casually started to stroke it as I looked at her. I had to grin as I saw her gulp and then stutter "I'll hurry her along when I see her." She abruptly turned away but not before I saw her flush very much like her daughter had a few moments before, and headed down the stairs. I flipped the cover back over me to retain warmth and lay back.

In a few moments I could hear someone coming up the stairs, and soon Sara entered the room, with her hair and body wrapped in separate towels. She was blushing a bit so I had to wonder what may have transpired downstairs, but she smiled her radiant smile at me and turned to our daughter. As she was leaning down into the crib we could both hear anouther set of steps coming down the hall. Obviously Tom was up.

He appeared in our doorway, still wearing a robe, belted closed at his waist, and slippers on his feet. His hair was askew and it was obvious that he had just got up and was heading downstairs for a shower. He said good morning to us and turned to leave. Sara stood up leaning against the crib, holding a mildly squalling Sandy in her arms and looked over her shoulder at her dad, who paused again. He stepped in to the room looking at me and then up to stand beside his daughter so that he could look over her shoulder at his new granddaughter. He coo'd and shushed away in baby language for a moment, resting his hand on his daughter's bare shoulder.

"Dad?" I could hear Sara quietly say.

"Yes dear."

"I'm your Secret Santa this year daddy." She twisted her head a bit to look up at her father and bestowed her radiant smile upon him. "Would you please undo the twist in this towel, daddy? Sandy needs to have some milk."

Tom was smiling pleasantly down upon his daughter, and nodded his head. His fingers went to work on the twist in the towel under Sara's arm, and quickly had it undone. Then he carefully, allowing Sara to hold Sandy away from her body, pulled the towel from his daughter and tossed it casually onto the bed at my feet.

Just like that my wife was nude, except for the towel still wrapped around her wet hair, leaning up against the crib cradling our daughter in her arm. Sandy knew what to do with the exposed nipple, quickly clamping her little mouth on Sara's right nipple to suck. 

Sara's dad was entranced by the vision of his granddaughter sucking on his daughter. For a moment he just stood there and watched, but from my vantage I could see his robe starting to tent. Tom put one hand lightly on Sara's hip and the other he snaked around under her left arm to fondle her unoccupied nipple. We both heard Sara giggle as her father pulled her gently back against the pole rising in his robe. Tom spoke quietly, "my Secret Santa, huh?" 

"Mmm hmm," came softly from my wife, "it feels like you want your present right now daddy," and she giggled quietly while she pushed her butt back into his tent pole.

Suddenly his hands froze and he turned his head sharply to look at me. He must have forgotten about me. My wife popped Sandy's mouth from her nipple and then laid our daughter back into the crib. Then Sara turned and lifted her arms to encircle her father's head pulling his attention back to her, "hush daddy. It is ok. My husband knows what a Secret Santa is, and what it means."

"He wasn't with us last night. I thought there may be a problem."

"No," she giggled again, and then sighed as her dad squeezed her nipple, "he was a bit shocked, but Matt and I worked with him last night." She smiled and continued, "David is good. He is the best."

"You say so. And I'm happy with that." The hand that Tom had on my wife's hip disappeared, snaking its way from the hip, to the space between them, over her belly and then I could see that he was moving it down further. I could tell when his fingers found Sara's clit. My wife gave a little jerk and then moaned, "ddaaadddddyyy".

"I think that this old man would like to open his gift right now," Tom hoarsely whispered into Sara's ear. I could see his tongue dart out to lick her ear exposed below the towel wrapped on her head. He nibbled briefly on her earlobe -- which I knew always lit Sara's fire - and then he trailed his tongue down to her shoulder. Sara bent her head over to give her father room.

I could see Sara's hips start to move seductively back and forth, bouncing between the crib and her father, guided by his fingers burrowing into her pussy. She reached back with one hand to brace herself against the crib rail, and with the other struggled with the knot on his robe. 

I considered, and then thought 'what the fuck, I might as well go all in', and quickly got out of bed, "let me help you with that dear." I stood beside Sara and Tom and pulled my wife's hand off of the knot and turned her so that she was leaning into the crib with both of her hands on the rail. Then, as Tom looked at me quizzically, I undid the knot and then stepping behind him I pulled the robe off of his shoulders. Momentarily he had to disengage his hands from Sara as I did that, but as I threw his robe on to the bed, he was back at it placing a hand on each hip.

I moved to the side again, but stayed close, so that I could watch. Tom grasped his turgid cock and, crouching slightly to move his cock from Sara's back down to a more appropriate level, he started to draw it up and down from the top of my wife's ass crack to the apex of her legs. I leaned in to position my wife at a better angle, leaning against the crib. On the down stroke he pushed gently into the 'v' formed by the top of her legs. Sara seemed to be humming -- the way she would when nursing Sandy -- but I think it was more from the contact between her father's naked prick and her naked ass.

I could see that I could help the incestuous couple out a bit more. I crouched down and gently pulled back on first one and then the other of Sara's legs, causing her to step back a pace from the crib, at the same time spreading her feet apart, leaving around three feet of space with them when finished. I reached up with one hand to grasp Sara's hands and placed them on the crib rail again so that she had a firm grip while I also motioned to her father. He got the message and while holding Sara's hip with one hand he gently pushed down on her upper back causing her to lean over. Tom again moved up to contact her backside and started a gentle sawing motion, moving his heavy prick back and forth. I could see my wife's juices slick up the old man's prick as he moved back and forth within her folds.




Secret Santa



I stood to observe my handwork and found my wife staring at me. She was a picture! The towel was still wrapped around her head, but now her feet were back and spread. She was bent over the side of the crib. Her father's prick was now slow motioning back and forth through her cunt lips, gaining a thick coating of her moisture as it moved back and forth. 

"Daaavvviiidddd," Sara moaned as she looked at me before dropping her head to hang over the crib rail. Tom was also starting to moan. His hands moved from her hips up to her shoulders so that he could hang on better.

I had a thought, and wondered if Tom had ever been in my wife's ass? Given what I had been seeing so far during this special occasion I expected that he had...but never like this. With a wicked grin starting to play across my face I reached in with both hands, my left going to the base of Sara's left tit with my right cupped just in front of the nipple. Tom began to slow down his motion as both of them looked at me, "no...keep it up dad," I murmured, "I just have an idea to make this an extra special Secret Santa gift from my wife to her father."

With my left hand I squeezed the base of her tit tightly, and slowly drew my hand towards the nipple. Tom leaned over his daughter's back to observe what I was up to. Sara was looking me right in the eye, "what are you up to David?" she breathily questioned me. The effect was to squirt mother's milk into my right palm. I repeated the motion several times -- soaking my hand and leaving a puddle cupped in my hand. Sara started to grunt as Tom's motion picked up a bit of steam and the head of his prick kept catching, but not quite entering my wife's warm hole. Sara was trying to keep her noise down by biting on her lower lip -- an action that always started my fire! I could tell each time Tom rubbed past her clit as a throaty moan would escape my wife. Once again she hung her head over the crib as her fire built.

I stepped back a bit and then leaned in, in between my father and his daughter. As I did he slowed his pace. First I poured the accumulated milk from my palm onto the top of my wife's ass crack so that it would dribble down into her rosebud. Then, with my thoroughly soaked right hand I inserted my right index finger into her butt hole bringing a started squeal from my wife and her head jerked up again to look over her shoulder at me and her father. Sara groaned loudly as I invaded the space that we only used very infrequently. Tom had completely stopped his motion, leaning back to give me some room while still pressing up with his cock into the folds of Sara's lips.

I took my time, working one finger in and out, and then adding another. Eventually I was pushing four fingers in and out of Sara's butt...all the while her head was again hanging down emitting a constant moan.

"Ok," I said, "she is ready." Then, crossing another internal bridge, I reached down and grabbed my father's cock. This was completely new ground for me. I had never held another man's cock before but after last night's experience with Matt, this seemed a minor thing. I pulled him up from between Sara's legs, and with a couple of quick tugs to heighten his hardness, I placed his prick head at my wife's ass. She was now staring back at me over her shoulder with eyes as wide as saucers, and Tom's were pretty much the same. I smiled at them both thinking to myself that I was probably going to have to do some explaining of my own to my lovely wife, if we ever did get around to the 'explanations' discussion that she had been continually promising me. I said, "wait one moment," and bent down into the crib to retrieve Sandy, who was starting to squall again. I stood with my daughter cradled in my arms and then using my free hand I grabbed Tom's ass cheek. In a second he had sunk halfway into his daughter's asshole. Sara shrieked! So much for trying to be quiet I thought.

I leaned into my wife and roughly grabbed her head, dislodging the towel from her, causing her still wet hair to cascade down over her face, and firmly shoved my tongue into her mouth for a moment. Then, eyeball to eyeball, I said "Merry Christmas, Sara!" I stood, swatted Tom on the ass, "Merry Christmas, Tom. Go ahead Dad, fuck your daughter in the ass. She is your Secret Santa," and I stepped back.

Tom didn't hesitate. He drove his large cock into his daughter, pushing her up against the crib. Again Sara screamed. Quickly her father achieved a steady rocking motion in and out. I watched until I heard Sara starting to moan and push her ass back into her father. I nodded to myself and stepped back to give them space. Just before I turned to leave the room with Sandy I saw Tom reach around Sara with one hand to tightly squeeze her tits, shooting a stream of milk across the crib and on to the wall.

I grabbed Tom's robe from the bed, and slung it around my shoulders and then left the room -- Sara groaning and Tom grunting behind me.

My prick was harder than it had ever been and was bobbing up and down, tenting the robe, as I went down the stairs.

"Oh my!" from Susan, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, with Matt and Steph just behind her. I stopped a couple of steps up from the bottom and observed my new family, "Merry Christmas everybody! Don't worry about the noise. Sara was feeding Sandy but got interrupted because Tom is getting his Secret Santa present from my wife -- her ass."

Susan's hand went up to cover her mouth and she repeated, "oh my!" Then she said, "David? Give me my granddaughter and I'll get her a bottle from the kitchen."

I passed Sandy to her, but I knew what she was asking, without actually asking it, so just stood there looking at each of them.

"David," she repeated, "how are you, with...with," and she shrugged her shoulders and then just waved her hand in the air towards the noise coming from the top of the stairs. I guess the enigmatic expression on my face had her concerned.

I stepped down the final stair, opening my arms as I did. In a moment I had enfolded my startled and concerned mother in my arms, keeping care not to crush Sandy in the process. I couldn't help the fact that my robe covered stiffy was pressing firmly in to her stomach while I pulled her close. I gave her a hug and then broke it. I hugged Stephanie and then also hugged Matt. Then I simply walked to the bathroom so that I could have a shower.

I shaved, showered, etc,...and then put Tom's robe back on and looked at myself in the steamy mirror. I had spent my time under the shower doing a lot of thinking. I smiled at myself and shrugged, and then smiled again. I opened the door and headed directly up to my room. It was empty, but the bed was made. I pulled my jeans on, and then a turtleneck sweater that I had brought along. I stood for a moment just staring at the crib thinking about what had just happened there. That thought took me to last night again, both with Matt and before that to Tom fucking Stephanie. It was a lot to process, but I had come to some conclusions and Sara's much promised explanations were probably not necessary anymore.

I guess I was there a bit longer than I had intended because I looked up to see Sara standing in the doorway -- dressed in her gray sweater dress. She had one hand partly covering her mouth -- a pose strikingly similar to the one that Susan had held when I was descending the stairs earlier. I looked into her eyes and could see concern there...had she stepped over boundaries that we should not have tried crossing? "David," she began, "it is probably too late, but we should talk. I have to try to explain to you." Suddenly there were tears streaming down her face, and she cried, "oh, David, ..."

I stepped up to her and kissed her softly on the forehead, "hush. Come with me." I took her hand and led her down the stairs. We crossed the living room to find the rest of her family sitting at the table drinking coffee and softly talking with each other. Sandy was sleeping in her carrier at Tom's feet. 

I placed my wife in one of the unoccupied chairs and then turned to the coffee maker. They could see that she was crying and there was concern on all of their faces. I quickly filled a cup and then turned back to sit down on remaining open chair. 

I looked first at Matt, then Susan and Tom. I glanced at Stephanie before looking again at my wife who was wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"This is what I know. This is a loving family." My eyes swept across all of them again. "You express that love in a different, deeper, more expressive way than I would have ever expected, and I realize that you are probably concerned that I won't accept that 'difference'. I also know that there is nothing that I could do to prevent my wife from being a part of your special love for each other." I paused and then continued, "and I wouldn't want to. I have never experienced anything like this before in my life. But," and again I rested my eyes on my wife, "I am really happy that I have now. And I really hope that all of you fully accept me into all of your loving relationships." 

Everywhere I looked, they were smiling at me. I folded my wife, who was still crying although I think these were tears of happiness. She stuttered, "I'm sorry that I didn't explain...."

"Hush, my love," I soothed her. 

I stroked her lovely hair as I held her close, and then looked across the table at Stephanie, "a Happy Belated Birthday, sister. It was a beautiful and very special occasion."

Again I looked around the table at all of the smiling faces, "Merry Christmas everybody." I paused to kiss Sara's head, and then looked at my sister once more. "Oh, Steph, .....I'm your Secret Santa."