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Carol's Christmas

By: Belongs2Beth



"What do you get for the woman who has everything?" Jack asked himself. His wife Carol was easily as successful in business as he was in his law practice. Neither of them wanted for much materially and after ten years gifts of extravagant jewelry or even sojourns in exotic locations seemed almost anti-climactic. This year he would give Carol something he knew she'd been dreaming of for the last few years. He would give her an indulgence she hadn't thought she would actually be able to have. The "what" determined the how became his mind's task.

Jack began interviewing candidates discretely. The pretext was that Jack was looking for an eighteen year old senior to be an intern "gofer" with his law practice. The clever attorney made arrangements to interview seniors from St. John's. Jack had no doubt he would find the perfect gift for Carol among the student body. Jack wanted a candidate from the local parochial school for the simple reason that he knew that what Carol craved above all else was a boy's innocence.

After interviewing several eager workers; all of whom were too short, spotty or chubby, Marcus walked in. After a quick interview with innocuous seeming leading questions it seemed that Jack had found his man. Slender, dark haired and olive skinned with deep brown eyes, the boy was exactly Carol's type. 

"So tell me Mr. Cicero; you ARE eighteen, correct?"

"Yes Mr. Carson, I am," Marcus replied. 

"This job might cut into your free time, are you sure your girlfriend won't mind?" Jack asked slyly.

"I...I don't have a girlfriend, Sir."

"A strapping young man like you, well, I am sure you have had plenty of girls."

"Um...no Sir, I haven't met the right girl yet."

Was this kid perfect or was this kid perfect? Feckless, definitely a virgin, fresh faced and fit. All that was left was to make the boy burn for Carol. This would be easy enough, as the intern was given free time on an office computer that Jack "carelessly" loaded with several videos of his stunning wife in action with several of her lovers. The boy surely would get an eyeful of Carol's full breasts with their long, chubby pink nipples as well as her lustrous auburn hair, flashing green eyes, and long, elegant legs. At thirty-five Carol Carson was the kind of older woman every young boy spent countless hours daydreaming about; powerful yet feminine, sensuous yet nurturing. 

Jack finally caught Marcus watching a video of Carol. This was one of Jack's favorite home videos; where Carol took on three black soldiers home on leave from Afghanistan. The sultry Carol did her patriotic duty, satisfying their massive young cocks with her well-seasoned holes. Jack remembered how they had left her filled with hot cum and savored the memory of getting "sloppy seconds". Marcus was masturbating furiously watching the orgy on the computer screen.

"You like my wife's body?" the lawyer asked.

"Errrrrrmmmm," the boy was caught. He had no idea how to react.

"My wife likes younger men, Marcus. It is a fact I have come to terms with and have come to enjoy. I get quite an eyeful and when she's done enjoying her stallions she satisfies my every need. It's an arrangement we are both quite happy with. So my question to you, Marcus, is would you like to fuck my wife?"

"Mr. Carson," Marcus stammered nervously "I...I'm a...v...v....v...."

"A virgin, Marcus? I already knew that. It's why I hired you. I decided this year I would give my wife a virgin to have any way she wants. Would you be willing to be my wife's Christmas present, Marcus?"

Marcus only had to think about it for about thirty seconds. Here was a chance to become sexually experienced without the pressures of an ongoing relationship and it was certainly less tawdry than losing it with a prostitute. He heartily agreed and terms were discussed. Marcus would be presented to Mrs. Carson nude under the Christmas tree with his hands tied behind his back and would obey her every command knowing that at the end of the evening he would have spent his virginity in the velvety warmth of the statuesque goddess' caress.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas Marcus fantasized constantly about Mrs. Carson; her voluptuous body and outsized sexuality. He'd seen so many scenes of her on Mr. Carson's computer, mostly with younger men and in some cases orgies involving groups of men and women who seemed to be married couples of the Carson's acquaintance. He was certain his initiation into the mysteries of sex would be much more...interesting...than most young men's. His mind kept returning to a video he'd seen where Mrs. Carson used a strap on dildo to anally violate a younger guy and felt anxious, yet aroused. As directed by Mr. Carson Marcus refrained from masturbating at all on Christmas Eve. He couldn't sleep from the anticipation of what he would soon experience. 

Christmas morning at 6:00 am Marcus arrived as directed and was prepared by the maid for his role under the tree. Irena undressed the youth and directed him to a tub filled with warm water infused with rose petals. After his fragrant bath, his hands were bound with red cord and a red ribbon was tied around his erect member. A collar was buckled around his neck with a cheerful tag affixed reading "To Carol, Love Jack".

Marcus was directed to stand at parade rest in front of the tree and to wait for the Carsons to make their way downstairs. Around 9:00 am the wealthy couple descended the staircase. Wearing full makeup and a sheer purple negligee, Carol caught a glimpse of her present and squealed. She ran to the tree and clutched Marcus' stiff penis in her delicate hand "Oh Jack, he's perfect...please tell me you are a virgin, boy." Marcus nodded as his cock dripped pre-orgasmic nectar into Carols hand. Carol licked up the sticky sweet pre-cum and smiled wickedly.

"You are going to be a good boy and serve drinks to my guests and watch me with them and then....just wait cutie!" the decadent older woman's voice was like hot cinnamon and orange blossom honey pouring all over the lad's soul. 

The first guests to arrive were a party of young men introduced as a street dance troupe. There were five of them and they all were young; three cut black dancers, one Latino and one very tall blond boy with a crew cut. Marcus was teased mercilessly as he brought the dancers bottles of beer which they quickly downed. It was not long before Carol had unzipped the Latin dancer's pants and was sucking his fat cock. Seeing an opportunity one of the black boys positioned his pole beneath the ravishing cougar's wet vagina as one of his compatriots pressed his massive erection into the married woman's asshole. Carol took the other two young men's large cocks in her hands and gave them pleasure as her holes were filled deeply with their buddies' cocks. 

Marcus had no relief. Once the orgy commenced his hands were bound again and he was made to sit in a simple chair placed next to Mr. Carson's comfortable leather recliner as they watched the insatiable Mrs. Carson take several loads of hot cum in each of her willing holes. Her studs drained, Marcus brought the young men more beverages and then was he was commanded to lie down and open his mouth. Carol crouched over Marcus, showing him her freshly fucked cunt.

"Do you want this pussy, boy?" she sneered.

"Yes I do." Marcus answered with a croak.

"Call me Mistress Carol."

"Yes Mistress Carol, I want your pussy."

"Lick it clean boy!" 

With that command, Carol Carson forced her cum filled slit over the boy's mouth; draining every drop of the goo inside her birth canal into his pretty mouth. To her delight his tongue coiled deeply into her hole and his lips made love to her vulva and clit. The kid was a natural at cunnilingus. He would make some woman very happy one day. The brilliant businesswoman knew only too well hard cocks were a dime a dozen, but a man with an open mind and a talented tongue was worth marrying. His future wife would one day thank her for training this pup. 

After allowing herself several Earth shattering climaxes over the sweet boy's mouth, Carol turned her attention to his stiff, dripping member. He clearly needed relief, but she wasn't ready to complete the boy's sexual education. Instead she went upstairs with the boy, leading him into the bathroom. He was told to face away from his Mistress. Carol discretely donned her harness with her ten inch flesh colored dildo and coated the artificial phallus with lube. 

"Bend over boy!"

Marcus whimpered in anticipation, but complied with the sultry auburn tressed woman's request. First she invaded the boy's body with her long, slender fingers with plenty of lubricant. Marcus moaned deeply as his hole relaxed and the awkwardness gave over to pure pleasure. Carol drove the proxy cock slowly into the young man's virgin anus. Once she felt her hips touch his cheeks she pulled back much more quickly than she drove in. She slowly guided it back in, withdrawing quickly once more. After a few more of these loving strokes the wicked lady began pumping the youth's hole as if the dildo were a real cock with needs of its own. 

As she plowed Marcus tender young hole, Carol spoke her mind about her boy toy. "You are nothing but a bitch boy! Just a bitch for a strong woman and her studs to use. I'm breaking you in, but sooner or later you'll need a real cock up this fuckhole of yours. Yeah, that's good. Take it boy!"

Carol rode Marcus' ass hard and deep for what felt to him like at least an hour. Finally he felt his balls pull close to his body, his cock twitch and then the explosion. With Carol's toy buried deep in his bowels Marcus cock spurted several thick arcs of hot cum all over the bathroom tile. 

"Lick it up bitch boy!"

"Yes Mistress Carol," the boy complied. 

To his own surprise, Marcus found himself savoring the sweetness of his own jizz on his tongue. Serving a strong woman felt natural to him. Was this his lot in life? He hoped it would be.

Irena returned, and was asked to clean Marcus up for the next round of visitors. He was showered by the rotund maid then dressed in fishnet stockings and suspenders. His face was painted and his cock placed in a restraining cage. Finally, Irena put a frilly yellow frock on the boy and led him downstairs. 

Marcus was introduced to Carol's boyfriend Tyrone. Tyrone was tall, at least six foot five, and built like a linebacker. He was standing nude with Carol. Flaccid, his deep ebony cock had to be at least nine inches long and was as thick as Marcus' wrist. Tyrone was looking contemptuously at Marcus and Carol was cackling at his appearance and drinking a dry martini. 

"Suck my dick, bitch!" Tyrone snarled.

Marcus looked questioningly at Carol, fear and excitement warring behind his deep brown eyes.

"You heard him, bitch boy. Suck his cock. Get him good and hard so he'll fuck the shit out of me!"

Marcus wrapped his pink painted lips around the massive black member. Fear gave over to lust at first taste. The sweetness of the taste and the strength of the musk seduced Marcus brain. He fell in love with the symphony of experience as the hot black cock found the back of his throat. Marcus gag reflex tried to assert itself as the stiffening cock inched down his gullet, but with Carol's sweet yet firm guidance Marcus managed to deep throat Tyrone. When the cock was removed from his mouth the boy sighed in disappointment.

Marcus was soon treated to a sight that took his mind off the emptiness of his mouth. Tyrone and Carol began to fuck standing up. On Carol's command Marcus happily licked them where they met, getting a taste of cock and pussy all at the same time. Tyrone ordered Marcus to suck his balls and Marcus gladly took the dark globes in his mouth. The taste of the bigger man's balls drove Marcus mad. The boy would have surely been masturbating were it not for the restraining cage on his raging cock. 

At last, Tyrone's massive cock spewed its load deep into Carol's quivering quim, spilling out and covering Marcus painted face with hot semen. The pretty boy licked every drop gladly from his Mistress' cunt and off of Tyrone's massive cock. This resulted in a second erection from the black stud.

"Bend over, bitch," Carol sneered. 

Marcus complied and Tyrone embuggered him without any pretense of gentleness. Marcus spewed cum as his ass made room for the monster cock invading him. Tyrone's massive balls beat Marcus much smaller nuts as the bigger man used Marcus like a whore. Twenty minutes of hard pounding and Tyrone erupted inside the boy whose cock twitched and shot a small squirt as he had one more climax. 

Carol kissed Tyrone deeply, helped him get dressed and saw him out tenderly. Marcus was hopeful to finally have his Mistress' undivided attention. He hoped he would finally be allowed to feel her warm folds embrace his virgin cock. His hopes were to be further delayed. A group of Carol's lady friends and their husbands were coming over. Marcus would be providing oral favors to all of these guests but first he was again cleaned and his makeup was refreshed. Much to the young man's delight several of the husbands had massive members and two of them chose to enjoy him anally. 

Next would be Christmas Dinner. Marcus role was as centerpiece; a large candle in his asshole providing light and a conversation piece. After dessert Marcus was allowed a repast of leftovers before being prepared for his final duties of the evening. 

Marcus was cleaned up and brought into Carol's bedchambers. The stunning woman was clad in a black leather bustier and matching thigh high boots. She was holding a riding crop. She ordered Marcus to lie down in the bed. She lovingly stroked his body all over with her crop. Light swats to his tender nipples left him fearful yet excited by the leather tip, but she refrained from striking his stiff cock. 

After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, Carol decided the boy had waited long enough. She descended onto him, absorbing his long skinny penis in her warm wet folds. The tormented young man's blood caught fire and he climaxed immediately. Carol laughed and kissed him. 

"It's ok baby boy. That happens to most boys their first time. Now lick it up and you can go home and think about what has happened today."

"Wha-wha-what?"

"Yes, I got what I wanted Marcus; your virginity. Now clean me out like a nice boy and go home so I can satisfy my husband." 

Resigned to his fate, Marcus eagerly licked every drop from his Mistress snatch. Dressed and at the door he asked with deep hope, "Will I see you again Mistress Carol?"

"Yes Marcus, if you will do as I say and wear this at all times," Carol presented the young male with what she explained was a chastity belt to which she would hold the key.

Marcus thought about it long and hard...

Carol's Christmas



The scent of cooked turkey still lingered in kitchens across America and the shops and stores were already decorated for Christmas; the coffee shop where Carol sat being no exception. Disconsolately sipping her latte, she didn't feel in a very celebratory mood. The promise of employment that had motivated her to leave home and move to the city hadn't materialized and now she was homesick, low on funds and still job hunting.

"Excuse me, things are rather crowded, would you mind if I sat here?"

She looked up to see an attractive woman in a tweed business suit, with dark hair in a short, yet stylish cut, minimal makeup and a lovely smile.

"Uh, yes, sure," Carol replied, shifting over to make room on the bench. The woman slid in next to her and placed her steaming cup next to Carol's on the tiny bistro table. 

"My name's Dorothy Osborn," the woman said, offering her hand, "Quite a crowd, isn't it?"

"Carol Barton," she replied and they shook hands. "Yes, it usually isn't this busy. Early holiday shoppers, I suppose." 

"I'm not worth a darn until I've had my morning coffee," Dorothy said and laughed. 

"I'm the same way," Carol said. "That's an attractive suit you're wearing."

"Thanks. Don't tell anyone, but I found this for pennies on the dollar at a consignment store on the east side of town. I could never afford this label on my salary."

"Oh, where do you work?"

"Hatfield Industries. Our building's right down the block. I'm a supervisor in the IT Department. What about you?"

"At the moment, unemployed. I had a job offer, moved here, and then was told the position had been filled. As it turned out, the owner's nephew had precedence. Now I'm job hunting and not having much luck. It seems that no one's hiring recently graduated college students with no experience these days."

"What's your degree in?"

"Computer Studies and Information Processing. I can write code, program, even repair computers from mainframes on down. I had a solid B average all through school and it came easily to me." She smiled ruefully, "I would have had all 'A's except for some of the instructors egos. I studied ahead of the class, turned in assignments early and, in some cases, knew more than they did. They chided me for 'grandstanding' and kept my grades at 'B's. So much for being an over achiever."

"You know, we have an opening in my department for someone with your drive and talents. Our assistant programmer took a better job offer and is resigning effective Monday. When we finish here, c'mon back to the office with me and we'll review your course of study."

"That'd be great, but I have no experience, remember?"

"Not a problem, it's easier to train someone with talent in how we do things rather than retrain someone who's worked elsewhere."

***

That afternoon, and in the three days that followed, Carol experienced the hurry up and wait of the corporate hiring process. First came the interviews, then paperwork, then skills testing, then more paperwork, orientation seminars, more paperwork and when all was said and done, Carol was hired as Assistant Programmer at Hatfield Industries. 

When she heard what her starting salary would be, she was astonished; her benefits package was equally astonishing. When she was issued a laptop and a desktop computer, a smartphone and shown to her own office she felt on top of the world.

The next day, Dorothy strolled in, looking sharp as usual, with a big grin on her face and said "How do you like your office?"

"I love it!" Carol said. "Thank you so much, Dorothy, for all you've done. I'll never be able to repay you."

"Nonsense, you're an extremely talented woman. You earned this position yourself, I just gave you a little push."

"Regardless, it's silly I know, but I feel as if I owe you something for helping me."

"Buy me lunch?" Dorothy said, grinning again.

"Yes, of course. But it's only eleven thirty."

"One of the perks of being in management. Let's go"

***

Carol set to work with the enthusiasm of the newly hired and, combined with her natural talents, enabled her to finish assigned projects ahead of schedule, pleasing both Dorothy and the suits upstairs. The other employees on her floor were aloof and wary of her at first, thinking she was Dorothy's 'fair haired girl' and on the inside track. 

When Carol freely took on the more difficult assignments, did them well and Dorothy showed her no favoritism, their attitudes softened and soon she had a circle of girlfriends to lunch with and have drinks after work.

Carol saw little of Dorothy during the work days; yet she occasionally stopped by Carol's office to exchange pleasantries and inquire how things were going. Carol decided Dorothy must be a 'touchy-feely' sort of person as she always put her hand on Carol's shoulder or her arm when they were together. 

Sometimes she would casually brush an errant lock of Carol's flaming red curly hair from her pale forehead and then smile. Carol didn't mind the touching, as she thought of Dorothy as a 'big sister' and found it oddly comforting.

Wherever there are groups of people in a work place, there will be a gossip and rumor mill grinding away. Carol's floor was no exception. Soon she'd heard who was dating whom, which of the couples were sleeping together, who had broken up with whom, who was suspected of stealing office supplies and raiding the coffee fund box, and so on, ad infinitum. Some rumors, of course, concerned this or that person's sexuality and sexual orientation. 

Patricia in Accounts Payable was a huge slut, Harold in Receiving was Gay as a Christmas hat, Sally in Human Resources was a notorious switch hitter and Mary Anne in Research and Development was a cruel bitch who acquired and discarded lovers like facial tissues. 

Carol was surprised when the gossips also said that Dorothy was thought to be Gay or at least asexual. This was based on the fact that she had politely refused to date anyone who'd asked her, even those in the top floor crowd and pretty much kept to herself.

Carol wondered how this could possibly be the Dorothy she knew who was warm, witty and friendly. She chalked it up to envy or jealousy or resentment at being rejected and forgot about it. Her 'big sister' wasn't anything like that.

***

With her newfound source of income, Carol quickly made plans to move to larger quarters, as the cramped efficiency where she currently lived was not much bigger than a walk in closet. It was all she could afford at the time and now she wanted more space. 

After several weekends of apartment hunting, she discovered the third floor of a converted Victorian mansion on the east side of town was available. She quickly paid the first and last and damage deposit and, as she had few belongings other than her clothing and shoes, moved right in.

The next weekends were spent shopping with some of her girlfriends for furniture, sheets, linens, curtains, cooking utensils, pots and pans and the like. With all the excitement of her new job, her new apartment and her new friends, Carol was blissfully unaware of Christmas until there was less than a week to go.

She was able to book a flight home for the holidays, then was told a freakish blizzard has closed the airport nearest her home town and there was no telling when it would open again. Disappointed, she called her parents, who shared her disappointment and said she could come home anytime she wanted to visit and not wait for a holiday. Carol decided to make the best of things and celebrate Christmas by herself. 

She bought decorations, some Christmas movie DVD's, egg nog, petit fours, a bottle of Rum and some mixers. She'd pop popcorn on Christmas Eve, fix a drink, nibble on popcorn and petit fours and watch the Christmas DVD's until she was tired and went to bed. 

The next day, she would watch the parades on TV, fix breakfast, open the presents her parents had sent overnight express, then have dinner at one of her favorite Thai restaurants she knew would be open on the holiday. Once she had made plans, she felt better about being alone on Christmas.

***

Returning from lunch on Christmas Eve carrying some last minute, heavily discounted Christmas decorations she'd seen in a store, she encountered Dorothy in the lobby of their office building.

"Some last minute Christmas shopping?" Dorothy said pleasantly.

"Oh, hi Dorothy. Yes, it was such a bargain I couldn't pass it up. How are you?"

"Just fine, thanks. I would have thought you'd be gone home for Christmas by now. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, a blizzards what's wrong. The airport's closed indefinitely near my home and it's too far to drive, so here I am. I'm just going to celebrate Christmas by myself this year."

"Is that so?" Dorothy said. "What a shame, I ... I have a fabulous idea. I'm going to be alone as well, would you like to spend Christmas with me? It would be such fun."

"Oh, no, I couldn't intrude," Carol said, "You must already have plans."

"Nonsense, we'll have a sleepover tonight and celebrate in the morning. What do you say?"

Carol felt a blush creeping over her cheeks and said "I would like to very much. I can bring some snacks, a bottle of Rum and some Christmas movies on DVD, is that okay?"

"Wonderful," Dorothy exclaimed, clapping her hands, "We'll have a little party." She took a pen and paper from her purse, scribbled on it, handed it to Carol and said "Here's my address and 'phone numbers. Drive up to the entrance and the staff will park your car. Come over, let's say, around seven?"

"I'll be there. Thank you so much Dorothy. I'm really looking forward to it."

"As am I, my dear," she replied, kissed Carol on the cheek and was gone.

***

Threading her way along the brightly lit city streets in her Toyota Prius, Carol soon found Dorothy's apartment building, an imposing tower of glass reaching up into the gathering dusk, light blazing from several panes up and down the structure. 

She pulled up to the entrance, a doorman helped her out of the car and took her bags, an attendant drove her car away to park it elsewhere, then another doorman took her to the bank of elevators, helped her in and she was off to Dorothy's apartment on the twenty fourth floor.

Exiting the elevator, Carol walked down the hall, looking at the door numbers embossed in script on brass plates until she reached 2427. She pressed the button and waited. The door opened and Dorothy said 

"Carol! How delightful to see you. Please come in. Let me take your coat. You can put your purse and bags on that table over there. I've just made us a cocktail."

Carol did as he was instructed, then Dorothy took her by the arm, saying "Let me show you around first."

Dorothy's apartment was huge with floor to ceiling glass doors leading to a balcony with an impressive view of the city; a vast, dark sea, sprinkled with lights, flashing signs and, high above, a three quarter moon shone brightly. Decorated in a Contemporary Modern theme with minimalist furnishings, the apartment boasted a separate living room, dining room, kitchen, two bedrooms, two full baths and an exercise room. 

Framed art hung on the walls that were painted a pale yellow interspersed every so often with vertical stripes in primary colors. The overall effect being one of relaxed sophistication.

The tour ended with Carol in awe, then, drinks in hand, they adjourned to the living room couch to watch movies. Dorothy loaded the DVD's into a carousel player, took the remote and joined Carol on the couch. She had already set out bowls of popcorn and candies, so they were all set.

One by one they watched an angel get his wings, the three Spirits of Christmas change Scrooge, Santa Claus at Macy's Department store, Ralphie, the BB gun and Farkus the bully and the opening of the Holiday Inn with Bing Crosby singing 'White Christmas' in rural New York. 

By then most of the snacks and the Rum had been consumed and both women were feeling the effects of the alcohol. They had moved closer together on the couch as the evening wore on and were now snuggled together when the last movie ended.

"Woo, I think this Rum's getting to me," Carol said and hiccupped, "Ohh, pardon me."

"Quite alright, my dear," Dorothy replied, giving Carol a hug, "I think I'm a little tipsy myself."

"You think we should finish that bottle?" Carol said, shaking it. "There's enough for two drinks in here, maybe three."

"We'll share the last one then," Dorothy said. She mixed three drinks, emptying the bottle, offered Carol one, took one for herself, snuggled with her guest again and pressed a button on the remote. Christmas music began playing softly on the sound system as the women sipped at their drinks, enjoying each other's company.

"I'm so glad you invited me over tonight, Dorothy," Carol said, putting her head on the woman's shoulder, "And I'm so glad we met that day in the coffee shop. You changed my whole life."

Dorothy chuckled, then said "I saw you the minute I walked in. That blaze of red hair caught my eye and I said to myself 'Dorothy, you must meet that woman'. When we met, I liked you right away."

"I liked you too," Carol replied, "You were so nice and friendly and you're so pretty too." She hiccupped again and blushed, her pale cheeks turning pink, "I mean you're really hot ... Oh, crap, I'm drunk."

"Thank you for the compliment dear," Dorothy said, "I think you're very pretty as well and you're quite the hottie yourself."

Carol pulled away from Dorothy, leaned back, wagged an accusatory finger at her host and said "Sayyy, did you invite me here to seduce me?"

Dorothy smiled, "I really didn't think seduction would be necessary, love. I've seen how you look at me when you think I'm not looking. Yet I was watching you then so I guess were even."

"Aww, no seduction tonight?" Carol said playfully. "My Christmas is ruined."

"The night is young, dear," Dorothy purred. "Tell me, sweetie, have you ever been with a woman?"

"I think I'm sitting next to one right now," Carol said, knowing exactly what she meant. Then continued "My roomie in college and I used to fool around after we'd come home from dates and get each other off. Guys just aren't interested in pleasing a woman. They just want to stick it in and get their jollies, then it's 'So long babe. See ya around'." She hiccupped again, "Bastards."

"Excuse me for a moment, won't you?" Dorothy said, rising gracefully to her feet, "I'll be right back."

Carol nodded in assent, finished her drink, and then started on the third. She had nearly finished it when Dorothy returned. She no longer wore a skirt and blouse, instead she had wrapped a long flowing silk robe the color of night around her and secured it with a sash. Her feet were bare and her eyes shone in anticipation of what was to come. She stood in front of Carol who gulped the remainder of her drink, looked up and her mouth opened in an 'O' of surprise. 

"It's after twelve," Dorothy said her voice soft, "Merry Christmas, Carol, dear. It's time to open your present."

"But I didn't get you anything, I'm sorry," Carol wailed, then Dorothy handed her the sash of her robe and Carol knew, "Ohhhh, ohhh, oh my God."

She tugged on the sash and the robe flowed from Dorothy's smooth tanned shoulders forming an inky puddle on the carpet, revealing all her naked beauty. 

Carol was finding it difficult to breathe and her mouth was dry as her eyes roamed over Dorothy's lush curves. Her breasts were large, with no hint of sag, nipples thick as thimbles surrounded by the darker flesh of her wrinkled aureoles. Her hips were wide, her thighs and calves firm, her arms and legs long and muscular. 

Her buttocks were taut, the ass cheeks well defined, a puckered star nestling between them. Her stomach was gently rounded and below it a well-trimmed thicket of tightly curled black pubic hair surrounded an already moist pussy; the fat labial lips and the pink inner ones shining with drops of natural lubricant. She was Mother Earth incarnate and Carol was mesmerized.

Dorothy offered her hand to Carol, saying "It's time for bed, my love."

***

After being led numbly into Dorothy's large bedroom, Carol stood still while Dorothy removed her clothing and underwear while kissing the exposed flesh. She dared not breathe, hoping it wasn't a dream and this beautiful woman really wanted her. When Dorothy had stripped her naked, she dropped to her knees and began to kiss Carol's belly and thighs causing her to moan loudly.

Carol was slight of frame, her legs and arms long, her breasts firm, high, like ripe apples. Her skin was pinkish white, her shoulders, like her cheeks, dusted with freckles, her flared hips well upholstered with pale flesh, her buttocks gently rounded, and a flaming bush of pubic hair matching the cloud of ringlets on her head concealing her increasingly moist pussy; the pink inner and outer lips and fat clit pulsing with need.

Dorothy's kisses were driving her wild and she longed for that pink tongue to be wiggling deep in her gooey hole. Sensing her desire, Dorothy led her to the broad canopied bed, turned down the duvet and top sheet, helped Carol climb up on the firm mattress and followed her. 

Hugging and kissing, tongues exploring the others mouths, they began caressing and stroking the other's body. Carol's smooth pink skin erotically contrasted with Dorothy's tanned flesh that showed no hint of tan line. She often sunbathed nude on her balcony, not caring who saw her.

Rubbing their bodies together, the kissing became intense, the caresses more ardent, fingers stroked pussies and hands gripped firm ass cheeks until Dorothy panted "I want to eat you, lover, I want to suck your sweet little pussy and have you cum in my mouth."

"Oh God, yessss," Carol whimpered, "Suck and lick my hot cunt, baby, eat me out until I scream, I wanna cum for you."

Dorothy scooted down the bed, placed a pillow under Carol's obediently raised hips, settled between her wantonly splayed legs and nuzzled her luxuriant red bush. She blew gently on Carol's fat labial lips, evoking a moan from her then gave her several long, lingering licks with her broad tongue from her asshole to her clit.

"Oh Jesus," Carol moaned, "Yes, right there, do it more, pleeease."

Dorothy obliged her, holding her lover's ass cheeks in a firm grip as she licked and licked, faster and faster, her long tongue going deep inside the moist pink tunnel, scooping out mouthfuls of precum, swallowing it and going back for more.

Dorothy's tongue was driving Carol insane. She'd been eaten out plenty of times, but never like this. It was like a snake wiggling in her pussy and she began thrusting her hips against her lover's greedy mouth, never wanting her to stop eating. Her moans became as loud as shouts when Dorothy took her hand from one ass cheek and plunged three bunched fingers deep into the molten crevice and twisted them around.

Carol shrieked as she was powerfully finger fucked and Dorothy's lips sucked on her throbbing clit, lashing it with her tongue. Her body shook as her orgasm grew until it filled her entirely and she howled "Ohhhh Goddd ... Ohhh Jesus ... Fuck meeee ...I'm sooo close ... Don't stoppp ... Ahhhhh ... here it comes ... EEEYEEEE!!"

Dorothy clung like a bulldog to Carol's hips, licking her pussy furiously as she bucked and thrashed on the bed, grabbing handfuls of the sheet as the most intense orgasm of her life rolled on and on until she gave a final shriek and lay quiet. Dorothy crawled up beside her, licking girl cum from her lips and held her close until Carol's breathing returned to normal.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Dorothy said, kissing her new lover's nose.

"Ohhh, Merry Christmas, sweetie," Carol replied with a sigh. "That was the best present I think I've ever received. God, you can sure eat pussy. I thought my head would explode."




Carol's Christmas



"I do my best," Dorothy replied, "We're out of Rum, but I do have some wine if you'd like some."

"Sounds good."

"I'll be back in a minute. Don't go away."

"Are you kidding, I don't think I can walk to the bathroom to pee."

"Not on those sheets, if you please."

"I want my wine, woman, get a move on."

Carol walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom, relieved herself and returned to the bed as Dorothy came in with the wine. They climbed on, sat with their backs against the headboard and drank a Christmas toast to each other.

"My Dad always told me not to mix my liquors," Carol said, sipping her wine, "But y'know what, this time I don't give a damn."

"You're such a rebel," Dorothy replied, ruffling her hair. 

"Gift giving isn't over yet, either," Carol replied with a grin. "I still have to give you my present." She made a 'V' with her fingers and wiggled her tongue between them causing Dorothy to roar with laughter.

She put their glasses on the nightstand and slid down to lie on the bed, spreading her legs in lustful invitation. Carol was between them in an instant, lying on her stomach as she began kissing up and down Dorothy's creamy inner thighs. 

She shivered as Carol's lips came closer and closer to her furred pussy, then moaned in frustration as she kissed the outer lips, but didn't put her tongue inside. She continued to tease until Dorothy growled "Suck my pussy, God damn you, fuck me."

Carol laughed, then covered her lover's pussy with her mouth and began to tongue fuck her, swirling her tongue around in the gooey slit as Dorothy moaned with pleasure. Carol moved up to Dorothy's erect clit and began to suck it like a little cock as she slid two fingers inside the wet snatch below. 

Dorothy's moans became louder as Carol pleasured her, her oral skills making her tremble as Carol added a third finger in her lover's cunt, spread them out and swirled them around against the juicy pink walls. 

Dorothy's mind reeled and a spine arching orgasm began to blossom deep inside her. She put her hands over her head, palms flat against the headboard, giving her leverage to hump her crotch against Carol's busy mouth, wanting to be eaten more and more.

Carol wet the index finger of her other hand in pussy juice, then placed it against her lover's puckered asshole and pushed. It want in up to the second knuckle and Dorothy began emitting little shrieks as both her holes were fucked. 

Carol licked, gulped and swallowed the waves of precum surging from Dorothy's dripping pussy and finger fucked her pussy and ass harder. She could feel her lover's body tense and knew she was about to cum.

"Ahhhhh ... Ahhhhh ... yessss ... harder, fuck me harder, Goddammit ... I'm gonna cummmm ... I'm gonna ... AHHEEEEE!" Dorothy's orgasm shook her body like leaf in the wind as Carol continued to fuck her until she had another mind numbing orgasm and collapsed on the bed, panting. Carol licked cum from her lips, carefully cleaned her lovers pussy with her tongue and slid up to join her where she lay. They snuggled and kissed, finally falling asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

***

Carol awakened on Christmas morning, yawned, stretched, and then realized she was alone in Dorothy's bed. She heard Christmas music playing and her lover singing along so she put on a robe she found on a chair and went to find her. She was in the kitchen making breakfast wearing an apron and nothing else. She was wiggling her delicious ass as she sang along with the music and Carol's mouth began to water and not for breakfast.

She sneaked up behind her, slapped her on the butt and said, "Good morning, sexy." Dorothy squealed, dropped the spatula she was using to turn the eggs and spun around to face Carol who opened her robe and they embraced, kissing hungrily, rubbing against each other. When they came up for air, Dorothy said, "Oh shit, the eggs," and tried to salvage what she could.

They feasted on slightly burnt fried eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and jelly and cups of coffee while playing footsie under the table. Carol helped her clean the kitchen, then they went to lie naked on the couch together and watch the parades. It wasn't long before they were fully aroused and went back in the bedroom.

"Get in bed, sweetie," Dorothy said, "I have something I think you'll like."

Carol watched her look through one bureau drawer, then another, finally finding what she was looking for. Dorothy turned around with it in her hand and Carol gasped in surprise. It was a long, thick, double ended dildo, flesh colored, with each end shaped like the head of a penis.

"Oh my God," Carol exclaimed, "Where'd you find that monster?"

"While I was at a convention in Seattle, I went in an adult toy store near the hotel, saw this beauty and bought it on the spot. I've used it on myself, but I've never had someone to share it with until now."

"That's sad, love." Carol said, taking the dildo from her and stroking it lovingly. "I figured you've had tons of girlfriends with your looks."

"Thanks, babe, but it's not that easy in this town. There's only a handful of Gay bars and only two that cater to Lesbians. There's a lot of closet cases out there, some of 'em married and I don't need all that drama. I'm not really into one night stands either and you never know who you're bringing home anyway. All the weirdo's and thieves aren't guys, y'know."

"That's for sure. Now, since I'm neither a thief nor a weirdo, what do you say we take this bad boy for a ride?"

"Crap, I forgot the lube." Dorothy exclaimed. She jumped from the bed, rummaged in another drawer, found the bottle and brought it back. They coated the entire length with the slippery gel, then both their pussies. Scissoring their legs together, they lay back facing each other, each taking an end and began sliding it in their wet holes. 

"Oooo, this is big, it's really stretching me," Carol said, moving it inside her inch by inch, "It feels good though."

"Mmmm, yeahhh," Dorothy replied as it disappeared inside her, "The first time I fucked myself with it I came so hard I fainted."

"I let a couple of guys fuck me in college," Carol said. "I didn't like it very much, but when Maureen, that was my roomie, ate me out I came like a fountain."

"I had some boyfriends when I first moved here," Dorothy replied. "I got it on with three of them, not all at once of course; it just didn't do anything for me. It was then I decided I preferred women. You have to be careful around the office, but Cynthia in Accounts Payable caught my eye and when we finally got together it was dynamite; nine months of pure bliss."

"What happened to her?"

"She got into a huge fight with her office manager and quit. Last I heard she was out west somewhere. There's been no one else since."

While the women conversed, they were moving closer together until both ends were all the way in, leaving only a flexible, ribbed joint visible.

"Damn," Carol sighed, "I've never felt so full. Now we move back and forth, huh?"

"Yes, hold my hands, baby, and rock your pelvis back and forth. Once you get used to it, we can move farther apart and fuck each other, it's kinda like tribbing only with a cock."

"Mmmm. I love tribbing," Carol said, moving her pelvis as Dorothy did the same. Soon it was sliding in and out of them and they drew apart, raising their hips and pushing against the mattress, flexing their bodies as the strokes became longer and faster. Grunting and moaning, they fucked each other for what seemed like hours, determined not to cum until their partner did. 

The room echoed with slurps, gasps and moans as they humped wildly, slamming their bodies together, wanting to cum and cum until Carol shrieked and came hard, then again and again. Dorothy was with her, right with her, cumming and cumming as she howled with joy until they collapsed on the mattress, gasping for breath, the false cock deep inside them still sending shocks and thrills through their exhausted bodies. 

They finally pulled the phallus out, tossed it on the nightstand, cuddled together and slept. When they awakened later, they showered with much groping and playing, fingered each other to orgasm, finished bathing, dried off, dressed and went to dinner at the Thai restaurant Carol liked.

***

The restaurant wasn't crowded, so they had a back booth to themselves. Dorothy suggested they not wear panties so they could play with each other under the tablecloth, which, once they placed their orders and were brought their mixed drinks, is exactly what they did.

By the time a waiter stopped by to see if they wanted another drink, Carol felt mischievous and had already slipped under the table to lick Dorothy's gooey hole. Giving their drink order in a strangled voice to the puzzled waiter, Dorothy nibbled her lip and attempted to maintain her composure as Carol ate her with gusto. Unable to stand it anymore, she saw no one was looking at them, so she gripped Carol's curly hair, scrubbed her streaming cunt on her lover's face and came explosively, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

Moments later, Carol surfaced from under the table grinning like a fool, licking cum from her lips and cleaning her face with a cloth napkin. The food arrived and they ate in silence, rubbing their knees together and feeding each other bites of food from their plates.

Dorothy enjoyed Carol making her cum, but decided turnabout was fair play and waited for an opportunity to return the favor. Then a group at another table suddenly stood up and began to sing Christmas carols, encouraging the other patrons and the restaurant staff to sing along. 

Seeing her lover's attention was directed at the singers, Dorothy quickly slid under the table, knelt in front of Carol, spread her legs, pushed up her skirt, pulled her butt forward on the chair and began to lick and finger her pussy. 

Carol squealed as Dorothy began pleasuring her, then felt embarrassed when other people looked in her direction. She began to sing along in a quavering alto although she felt more like screaming as Dorothy's fingers danced in her juicy cunt and her clit was alternately sucked and nibbled by Dorothy's lips and sharp white teeth.

Carol's voice failed her as Dorothy's ministrations brought her ever closer to climax and, when Dorothy's precum coated finger went deep into her asshole, Carol lost it and crammed a cloth napkin in her mouth to muffle her shriek of release. Dorothy ate her to a second orgasm as Carol sat shuddering with a napkin in her mouth, then crawled out from underneath the table, grinning in triumph. 

The restaurant patrons had finished singing and were going to the register to pay for their meals when Dorothy remarked "I just love a sing along, don't you?"

"You magnificent bitch," Carol sighed, "I can't remember when I've enjoyed a dinner more." She straightened her skirt, they paid their bill and left. They were both too tired to fuck, so they stripped, got into bed, spooned together and were instantly asleep. It had been a fabulous Christmas.

***

Carol remained with Dorothy through New Year's and during that time they fell deeply in love while exploring other ways to experience pleasure including fucking each other with strap-on's in the pussy and in the ass. For a time, they kept up the pretense of being only friends at work, sometimes adjourning to a cleaning closet or a supply room for a quickie on their lunch hour. They finally decided to come out as a couple to the other workers on their floor, then to top management. 

They were pleasantly surprised to be well received by everyone and as long as they did their jobs, almost no one cared if they were lovers. To be sure, there were occasional mutterings about 'those dykes', but nothing of any consequence ever occurred.

Carol finally left her apartment and moved in with Dorothy, beginning a lifelong commitment. When Gay marriage was finally legalized in their state, they were among the first in line for a license. Christmas remained very special to them and they always celebrated it either together at home or with their respective families who had accepted their union with few misgivings. 

Once every Christmas holiday, they would return to the Thai restaurant where they had shared their first dinner, then, when they thought no one was looking, would take turns slipping under the table, trying to make the other scream out loud. Sometimes they succeeded to the visible ones embarrassment while the other crouched under the tablecloth laughing quietly. It was all great fun.

End.



Carol's Christmas Creampie



Stephen Hartley's hand trembled, and he downed his rum and eggnog. It was Christmas Eve and his wife was being seduced by his new friend as they danced. He watched as Jerome cupped Carol's soft round ass in his big hands and pulled her close. Carol reached up, wrapped her arms around Jerome's neck, and kissed him passionately and Stephen felt his cock coming to life. For the first time in months, Stephen was getting an erection. 

Except for his fading sex drive, the years had been kind to him. Although Stephen's hair had turned gray, it gave him an air of distinction, and he kept his body fit by faithfully working out at the gym. He was almost twelve years older than Carol, but he was still a handsome man. 

Last year he had turned sixty and his sex drive had begun to wane. His wife was beautiful with a good figure and long chestnut brown hair, but she had turned quite prudish and their marriage had become predictable and boring. Once Stephen had bought Carol some sexy clothing but she had refused to wear it, saying she was getting too old for such nonsense. Desperate for a solution Stephen tried renting an adult video. Carol reluctantly agreed to watch the movie, which was about a young white housewife's torrid affair with a well-hung black man. The production was amateurish and did little to arouse Stephen but it had a surprising effect on his prim and proper wife. The movie's male porn star, a well-hung black with the unlikely name of Rod Dewer, had turned her on. 

The next day Carol gave him a big surprise. She literally begged him to go to a sexshop and buy her a large lifelike black vibrator. Then she wanted Stephen to sit and watch as she pleasured herself with the vibrator, pretending it was Rod Dewer. He liked this change in Carol and was pleased she was able to have an orgasm, but he couldn't keep his erection. He wondered what it would be like to watch her fuck a real man. 

Compounding his troubles, Stephen had been called into his boss's office and told he was being transferred from Boston to San Diego. When he told his wife they were moving she balked at the idea and broke down and wept. Christmas in Massachusetts had always been special to Carol and she told him she wanted a White Christmas, and San Diego was hardly her idea of a winter wonderland. Stephen felt terrible. He hated to disappoint her but he had no choice, the move was essential for his career. 

***************

Stephen and his wife arrived in San Diego just two short weeks ago. They had had been moving the last of their belongings into their new home when he had accidentally tripped, breaking Carol's favorite vase. She had become angry and flown into a rage. After they had a huge argument, he stormed out of the apartment and left her to finish unpacking. To give her time to calm down he went off to find a local fitness center and soak his aching muscles in the gym's hot tub. 

Stephen was happy he was the tub's only occupant but as he lay there relaxing in the soothing bubbles, he saw a very tall handsome black man wearing a tight white Speedo come out of the men's shower area and head his way. Stephen felt his heart racing. He had never been attracted to a man before but the young giant had a powerful air of sensuality about him and Stephen felt his balls involuntarily tighten. He couldn't help thinking that the young coffee colored Adonis would be a perfect replacement for Laura's vibrator. 

As if he could read Stephen's mind, the man came and sat next to him and struck up a conversation. 

"Hey man, how ya doin? They sure do keep it hot in here, eh?" 

"Yes, it is very hot," Stephen replied nervously. "but it sure does feel good." 

"Yeah, it's nice but you know I hate the piped music they pump into this place. They could use a brother to give it some soul. I'll tell you what though; I sure wouldn't mind having a tub like this in my apartment. It would be a big help to get the ladies!"

The young black had massive shoulders and well toned biceps and although Stephen was generally quite shy, the man was easy to talk to. Remembering Carol's new penchant for big black males Stephen decided he would take advantage of the situation,

"You sure don't look like you'd need any help in that department," he said. 

"That's easy for you to say buddy. You're wearing a wedding ring, so you've probably forgotten what it's like to be a bachelor. Being single isn't all it's cracked up to be. Girls nowadays can be real bimbos, and it sure would be nice to have a decent meal for a change. I get so tired of eating out. I'd give anything to have a real woman that can cook and fuck. I envy you, at least when you're married you get decent meals and steady tail." 

"Yes, that's true," he said. "but lately all I've been getting is the good meals. My wife is a great cook but my age is catching up to me. I'd give anything to be young and virile like you. If only I had a body like yours I'd be able to give her the kind of Christmas she needs." 

The young black's voice took on a sympathetic tone. 

"Hey man, don't feel bad, shit happens. If you need a hand with her, I'd be glad to help you out," he joked. 

Stephen sensed an opportunity and played along with his joke.

"Well I wouldn't mind that but I don't know how she would feel about it," Stephen said quietly, averting his eyes. There was a short, uncomfortable pause then he blurted out "but I bet she'd love to cook you a meal. Carol likes to show off in the kitchen." 

"It sounds like you have a fine lady. I hope I get to meet her," the man said suggestively. 

He stuck out a giant hand and introduced himself. "My name's Jerome Jefferson. I haven't seen you in the gym before. Are you new in the area?" 

"I'm Stephen, Stephen Curtis. I was just transferred here from Boston. My wife and I just moved into Shelburne Place, that new apartment over on Madison." 

"Well, how about that," the man said. "You know, we're practically neighbors, I'm living in the Fulford Arms, just down the street from there." 

With that, he hauled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs dangling in the water and looked directly at Stephen. Stephen couldn't believe his brazenness, and tried his best not to stare at Jerome's bulging crotch. He must work out a lot he thought, noticing his rippling muscles. Suddenly Steven lost his nerve and his shyness returned. He mumbled a hasty excuse about having to go and made a quick exit to the change room. 

He was just finishing tying his shoes, when Jerome followed him in and came over to where he was sitting. 

"Well look at that," he said, "another coincidence; you took the locker right next to mine. I'm glad I caught you before you left." 

Jerome nonchalantly stepped out of his Speedo. He stood there with his giant cock hanging right in front of Stephen's face. Although it wasn't hard, Stephen thought it had to be at least ten inches long. It was hard not to stare at Jerome's buff body as he changed into his street clothes. Jerome picked up the conversation where they had left off. 

"Seriously man, I meant what I said about meeting your wife. I hope I'm not coming on too strong, but I'd be more than happy to show you guys a good time. I know how lonely it can be not knowing anybody in a strange city. Say, your wife's not prejudiced, is she?" 

"No, of course not." Stephen replied. "Actually, when we first met Carol loved rhythm and blues. She liked to dance but it's been years since we did anything like that. Unfortunately," he added, "I have two left feet." 

Stephen realized he might never have another chance and threw caution to the wind.

"Perhaps one night you could take us out for a night of dancing, of course I'd be more than happy to buy the drinks." 

Things were developing very fast for Stephen. He was out of control but he loved the sensation. Realizing there was no going back, he thought he might as well go all the way. His voice cracked as he made his proposition.

"Why don't you give me your phone number before you leave, Jerome? I'll have to check with my wife but I'm sure she'd be thrilled to have you over for dinner." 

"I've got a better idea man, why don't you two come to my club's Christmas dinner tomorrow. After all, it is Christmas Eve, and I'm darn sure the last thing your wife feels like doing is cooking for a total stranger after all her unpacking.

Jerome decided to cut to the chase. 

"I think you really want me to fuck your wife for you, Stephen. That's what this is really about. Am I right?"

Avoiding Jerome's eyes, Stephen looked down at the floor. 

"Y...Yes I guess so, It's just that you're so big down there...I'd love to watch you make her happy. God, I can't believe I'm saying this."

"Hey man, don't be embarrassed. I'm flattered. You know, what you want isn't all that uncommon. You'd be surprised how many men are into it. And you couldn't have asked at a better time. I have about a gallon of cum stored up in these balls and I'm just about ready to explode. If you just get her to come to the club, I'll be happy to do her for you. Oh... and Stephen, one more thing."

Jerome shook his hand as if to seal the deal and gave him a big grin. 

"Yes, Jerome?" 

"I guess I didn't tell you. I own the club so the drinks will be on me."

***************

When Stephen returned to the apartment, Carol had settled down. He told her that when he had left he had gone to the gym and made a new friend. Stephen told her how they had been invited for dinner at the man's club, and if she agreed he would really like to go. 

The idea of having Christmas dinner with someone he had only just met at the gym made Carol feel very nervous. She finally agreed to go when he told her that although his new friend was quite young, he did own the club they were going to, so they should be quite safe. Stephen added that he was also good looking and loved to dance. He went on to say that he had been doing a lot of thinking about their marriage. They were in a rut he said and he thought it might put some excitement back in their life if she indulged him. Since it was Christmas, he said he would like it, if just this once she loosened up and wore the new outfit he had bought her. and did a little harmless flirting.

Carol found herself getting excited at the idea. She hoped Stephens's new friend was as young and charming as he said he was. After all, she thought, it would be nice to have someone to dance with. 

Carol decided to give her husband what he wanted and put on some sultry deep red lip-gloss and sprayed herself with the expensive new perfume he'd given her for her birthday. Spurred on by his positive response she even put on his favorite pair of red panties. 

Stephen whistled in appreciation, and then begged her to wear the little black pleated skirt and new top that he had bought for her. The semi sheer top was cut low in the front and very daring. By now, Carol was getting very horny. Se decided against wearing her bra and slipped on a pair of stay up nylons and a pair of her favorite satin pumps. Stephen looked her up and down and gave her a big hug. 

"Sweetheart, I love you so much and I want to make this a very special Christmas for you. I want you to feel free to do anything you want to tonight." 

Carol felt bad for everything she'd put Stephen through in the last year. He worked so hard and was such a lovely man. He didn't deserve the way she had treated him. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. 

"Oh Stephen, I'm so sorry I've been such a bitch lately, but I don't understand what you mean. I want whatever you want." 

Stephen smiled at his wife. 

"Never mind, I think you'll understand what I mean when we get there. We'd better get going honey. The night is not getting any younger."

It had been a long time since she'd dressed up and Carol had to admit she did look hot. When they got to the club and she was introduced to Jerome, she realized what Stephen was up to. After all, he knew full well large black men turned her on.

When Stephen made the introductions he could tell by Carol's blushing countenance that she was pleased. He hoped that Jerome would give her that special Comfort and Joy that would return her to the woman he once knew. 

Stephen's description didn't do Jerome justice. Carol thought he was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. His massive size and cute butt made her wish she had brought a change of panties. His easygoing manner made her feel right at home, and she was pleasantly surprised at how nicely the club was decorated for the holidays. Its cedar boughs and miniature red Christmas lights somehow made the club appear very intimate and romantic. Jerome had even gone so far as to wear a Santa hat and hang mistletoe in all the doorways.

The club's live band was marvelous, and she felt more comfortable when she noticed there were quite a few white girls dancing with black men. Jerome had an easy familiarity that put her very much at ease. Sitting between her husband and Jerome made her feel very special, and before she knew it she had slipped off her shoe and was rubbing Jerome's leg with her bare foot under the table. 

"I really like your Santa hat Jerome, it's cute," Carol purred. Jerome looked pleased. 

"Well, how about dancing with jolly old Santa then?"

Carol looked at Stephen. "Is that alright with you honey?" 

"Of course, sweetheart, remember what I said earlier about wanting you to feel free to do anything you want tonight. Go for it."

Carol's face reddened as she allowed Jerome to lead her onto the dance floor. Her husband's gentle encouragement had paved the way for her, and Jerome's soft and soothing voice was making her soaking wet. In no time at all Jerome's stiff cock was rubbing up against her belly and as they danced to the strains of A Blue Christmas and she felt herself becoming very aroused.

"You are a beautiful lady Carol. Your husband is a lucky man and loves you a lot. In fact he loves you so much he's asked me to give you something extra special tonight." 

***************

Stephen ordered himself another drink. His patience was beginning to pay off. They had been out on the dance floor for nearly half an hour and Jerome had Carol eating out of the palm of his hand. It looked like Carol was going to have herself A Very Merry Christmas and Stephen's rock hard cock was going to be an unexpected bonus. 

***************

Jerome kissed her and she felt his hot tongue invading her mouth. He took her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock and she felt a hunger growing, deep in her womb. She gave a little whimper as her aching cunt opened like a flower. Carol saw her husband getting up from the table to join them. Seeing the lustful look on his face almost made her cream her panties. He came up to her and whispered in her ear and she felt herself break out in goose bumps. 

"Feliz Navidad, darling. I can see you like my little present, why don't we all go upstairs where there's more privacy and Jerome can fuck you while I watch." 

Feeling as if she were in an erotic dream, she let the two men lead her over to the elevator. Carol gave Stephen a look of gratitude as Jerome pushed the button and the elevator took the three of them up to his penthouse. 

***************

Once in his penthouse, Jerome quickly assumed control of the situation. He ordered Steve to follow him, then picked Carol up in his big strong arms and carried her into the bedroom. She had never seen anything so impressive. The walls had been upholstered in a rich fabric to match the gold damask bedspread on his huge four-poster bed. With its deep burgundy carpet and floor to ceiling bay window, Carol thought it looked like something out of the Arabian nights. Jerome laid her gently down and she saw herself reflected in the big mirror suspended above the bed. 

"Stephen, I want you to undress your wife for me. Do it slowly, and when you're finished sit over there," Jerome ordered in an authorative tone, pointing to the room's solitary chair. "Then I want you to just sit back and watch while I fuck her for you." 

Stephen's hands trembled as he slowly removed her skirt and blouse. 

"Leave her red panties on." Jerome said. "It makes it feel more festive." 

Jerome tore his clothes off and climbed up on the bed. When Carol saw the size of his massive cock, she instinctively backed away, afraid of being split in two. 

"Oh god Jerome, it's too big!" 

"It's going to be okay," he assured her in his deep smooth voice. "I know it's bigger than what you're used to but I promise it will fit, I'm not going to hurt you." 

Stephen squeezed her hand in his as she felt herself getting wetter. She felt like she was about to be bred. Jerome moved up and tore the crotch of her panties open, then placed his cock at her opening and pushed. 

"Here Comes Santa Claus," he whispered. 

To Carol's surprise, the large bulbous head parted her lips and slipped in right away. 

"See baby, that wasn't so bad, was it? I told you it would be easy, women usually get pretty wet when they see this thing." 

Jerome let her get used to his size then slowly slipped his cock into her until his huge balls rested on her upturned ass. Carol started to respond and he quickened his pace, slamming into her like a prize bull. Jerome felt his swollen balls getting ready to let go as Carol wrapped her legs around him. They had been going at it for over ten minutes and Jerome was doing his best to keep on going. He felt the diminutive brunette raking his back with her long nails and it took every bit of his willpower not to blow his load. 

He rolled her over on his king sized bed and turned her around so she faced away from him. Straddling Jerome's magnificent organ, Carol lowered herself until his cock was buried to the hilt inside her. Stephen watched in reverent silence as Carol reached underneath and took Jerome's grapefruit size balls in her tiny hand, gently squeezing them as she milked his massive, heavily veined black cock with her obscenely swollen wet snatch. 

"Oh Jesus baby," Jerome groaned, as he gripped her waist tightly. "You're one hot little fuck .You'd better be on birth control baby, because these big balls of mine are filled to overflowing with lots of little black babies." 

His warning only served to make Carol hornier. Her velvety cunt lips gripped him tight. as she frantically raised herself up and down. She sobbed, pleading with him. 

"Please...fuck me good for my husband Jerome. That's it...hurry...oh god yes...just like that...that's it! Fill me with your cum... Oh god...hurry Jerome...give it all to me now!" 

"Oh Jesus, Carol. Your cunt is so fucking hot! Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum any second now!" 

Stephen rose from his chair and moved in closer to watch their sordid act. He heard Carol's cunt making wet sucking sounds as she rode the ebony cum greased pole. Jerome' powerful hands ripped her panties wide open then raised her creamy white ass up and down as her cunt sealed itself around his glistening ebony cock. Jerome's stereo played O Come All Ye Faithful in the background and Stephen smiled at the irony of it. 

Suddenly Jerome stiffened, gave a loud tortured cry and released his hot heavy load up into her. Carol cried out in ecstasy, grinding her ass down on him, as she felt burst upon burst of hot cum hosing down her ravenous snatch. After he finally finished spurting, she carefully eased herself off his cock. 

"God Jerome," she gasped, as she lay back on the bed "that was absolutely fantastic!" 

She squealed with delight when she saw her husband's erect cock. 

"Stephen, look at you! This is the best Christmas ever!" 

Stephen stared at her hot pink cunt, stretched open and framed by the tattered remains of her red panties.

"Honey," she blushed, opening her knees wide and holding her swollen cunt lips apart. "I have a present somewhere in here for you too!"




Carol's Christmas Creampie



Stephen's cock jumped in the air as Jerome's cum oozed out of her cunt and ran down her upturned ass onto the mattress. 

Carol looked down Jerome's thick white spunk leaking out of her gaping pussy and giggled.

"Oh Stephen, I've been dreaming of a White Christmas. This really has been The Most Wonderful Day of the Year.



Carol's Christmas [redux]



[Note: This is my first work reposted with better editing and a few other tweaks.] 

'Twas the night before Christmas...

Carol was determined not to let the bombshell that had been dropped on her ruin her Christmas. She and Derek had been looking forwards to their first festive season in the City, they had moved there together at the beginning of the year. New year, new life, they'd told each other. But it would be their first Christmas away from their families.

Carol and Derek had been high school sweet hearts and were engaged to be married. At least they had been until earlier that day when Derek had told her he'd met someone else and would be spending the holidays with her instead. Completely out of the blue, Carol was stunned. She felt as if her heart had been torn out and all of her insides had been taken with it. The phone had hung in her hand long after Derek had hung up and she slumped at her desk in a daze for the rest of the hour.

The office was almost empty that day, being Christmas Eve after all. No one had noticed that her usually cheerful demeanor had fled her. So caught up were they in their own last minute plans to meet family.

As the last few hours of her work day wore away, she began to regain her strength of mind and resolved to enjoy her Christmas, despite the shocking news. When she left for home she was almost happy again and nearly skipped her feet as she pretended that the evening would still be fun. That the presents she had bought for Derek were really bought by some mysterious admirer for her. Nobody wished her "Merry Christmas" as she walked to her car.

The house is chilly when she enters and when she looks she sees that the thermostat has been turned off. Must have been Derek before he left, she thought, does the bastard want me to freeze to death too? Dumping me on Christmas wasn't enough for him. Reaching out she turns the dial up to the usual mark, Derek had always liked the place cool and had told her to wear more if she was cold. Fuck him, he's gone, I can make the place an oven! She continues to twist the dial until it hits the top of its range and deep in the basement the furnace glows and roars into blazing life. She smiles as the noise of the coming warmth rumbles up from below.

As the furnace settles down into a steady hum Carol realises the house is earily quiet and, despite knowing that it's foolish, she feels a tingle of fear as she walks along the hall to the bedroom they used to share. Looking quickly around she sees that most of his things have been taken, all that remains are a few old t-shirts and some junk he was too lazy to throw away.

She can feel the warmth coming through the floor vents now and moves to stand above one. With a foot either side of the vent the gentle breeze swirls up her long skirt and carresses her long legs. As the warmth reachs her body she looks in the mirror on the wardrobe door and begins to change out of her work clothes.

She slides the jacket off her shoulders and down her arms before folding it and throwing it on the bed. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she pauses and looks deeply into her own eyes. How could he have done this, after so long together? She sighs. What is this girl like that he's left me for? She wonders and is quickly caught up in imagining the woman who has torn her life apart.

Running a hand under her hair across the back of her neck, she lifts the silky copper tresses away to the side, the bedroom light shines through giving her hair an almost golden glow. Maybe she's blonde? She lets the hair fall away from her fingers in a rouge waterfall until it again hangs long and straight down to her shoulder blades. Maybe she's brunette? Or an asian, hair like this but black?

She steps towards the mirror and peers closely at her face, examining herself. She wonders if there is something she has never seen in her own reflection before, which would cause Derek to leave her. Putting her fingers to the outer corners of her eyes she pulls gently outwards and up until her bright blue irises are peeping from an immitation of an asian face.  No. She takes her fingers away and presses her palms against her cheeks, squishing her face forwards into a wrinkly mass then stretching it back. Maybe it's the freckles, she thinks, examining her pale creamy skin, a smattering of freckles spreads from one check to the other, across her small straight nose.

Stepping back a little Carol cocks her head and purses her lips, what are her lips like, bigger? Smaller? Darker? She runs a finger along the line between the soft pink of her pout and the pale skin of her face, what would it feel like to kiss these lips? She makes a toothy grin and looks at her small, straight and white teeth, a slight gap between the top front two. There's nothing wrong with these, she thinks, running her tongue across them.

She takes another step back until she can see her whole length in the mirror and admires her figure. The tailored blouse and long split pencil skirt hug and accentuate her curves. Her limbs are long and lean and the line of her waist to her hips make a graceful hourglass shape. I keep in shape, does she? She shrugs and begins to unbutton her blouse, stopping after a few buttons as her cleavage begins to show. Then folds her arms under her bust and leans forward, pushing her breasts up and exagerating her cleavage. Maybe she's got bigger tits? I know these aren't the biggest but he's always seemed to enjoy playing with them and sucking my nipples. A doubt creeps into the back of her mind, had he been after something bigger all this time?

Feeling glum she finishes unbuttoning the blouse and slides it off her shoulders. A few stray freckles are scattered on her shoulders, down her arms and across her chest. She folds the blouse over her arm, then picks up the jacket and puts them on hangers in the wardrobe. Returning to the spot in front of the mirror she slides the zip down on the side of the skirt and lets it fall off her. She watches as her legs are revealed, first slowly as the skirt slips over her hips, them quickly as it falls past her thighs and into a pool around her feet.

Standing only in her underwear she turns and poses for herself in the mirror. She wears a well fitted biege bra with lacey detailing across the top and a matching panty. Her legs are tinted a dark brown by her stockings and on her feet are a pair of heels propping her up to a height of around 5 foot 9. She runs her hands over her body, down her thighs, around behind and up under her high, tight buttocks. She grabs her arse cheeks and squeezes them. Turns her back to the mirror, looks over her shoulder and lifts her checks up. Does he like a bigger ass? He always said he loved my ass though and I know all the guys used to watch me on the track in college.

She gives her cheeks a last squeeze and a circular rub, before turning again and running her hands across her hips to her tummy. She slids one hand up, feeling the flat muscles under her soft flesh. Slides the other down over her panties and lightly trickles her finger down over her pussy. She presses between her labia, feeling them spread under the pressure, I'm getting myself horny with this strip tease.

She moves both hands up to her breasts and pats them on the undersides, watching them bounce a little despite the constraint of the fabric. They're a good size. She wears a B cup but they look larger on her slender frame. Reaching behind her she unclips the bra and shrugs it off. Throws it towards the laundry basket in the corner, then steps out of the fallen skirt and flicks it in the same direction with her toe. She lifts her left breast and rubs at the red line in her skin from the wire in the bra. Then repeats the action on the other side. She cups both breasts and gentle squeezes them. Then rubs one, then the other in a circular motion pushing up and rolling inwards. How long has it been since Derek played with me like this? Her nipples have become hard little pebbles conspicuously protruding from the domed centers of her areolas.

She pinches each nipple gently, then again with more force. Still holding them tight, she pulls them away from her body, watching the way her breasts stretch forward into elongated cones. Releasing the hard little buds causes a flash of pain to radiate outwards before quickly fading. Then she slides her hands down her body and slips her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties. Coyly turning her shoulder inward she watches herself continue the striptease. She slowly teases the panties down, first an inch with her left hand, then another with her right, until the first orange copper hairs begin to show above the lace.

She slides the panties all the way down her legs in one smooth movement. Bending at the waist she pokes her bum out at some imagined admirer watching her from behind. The knickers are thrown towards the basket with the other underwear and she straightens up. She clearly sees the neatly trimmed tuft of red fur, a small triangle pointing down to her waxed smooth lips. She absently flicks a fingertip in the short hairs as she turns left and right. Her eyes follow her curves down from her bust, scooping in at her waist and out over the flesh of hips and ass then down her legs to the small pair of heels on her feet.

Maybe i'm too tall for him, she wonders as she raises up, until only the toes of the shoes touch the ground. She lowers her heels, then crouches down and removes one of the shoes. Standing with one foot flat and the other leg bent, the heel still proping it up, she stands five and a half feet tall. Maybe i'm too short. She stoops and takes off the other shoe, puts them away in the bottom of the wardrobe.

In only her stockings now she turns away from the mirror and looks over her shoulder. Standing on her tip toes she watches how the muscles in her legs tighten, lift her calves and make her ass look high and round. Well, I'd do me! Hmmmm... I've got nothing better to do. Her eyes flick to the low cabinet beside the bed and she makes a quick girlish skip towards it. A naughty thought curls the corners of her mouth up into a mischievious smile. Gripping the handle she pauses as if she were a child about to steal forbidden cookies from a jar.

How long has it been since we've played? Her eyes widen with lustful glee as she slides out the drawer at the top of the cabinet and reveals her modest collection of immodest toys. Her waist creates a valley like contour above her hips as she lies on the bed and reachings her hand into the draw. She runs her fingers across one of the dildos feeling the smooth plastic surface of the slim rod, then moves her hand over the next one. This one a skin coloured latex member about 7 inchs long and thicker than the first. It has a dimpled and veiny texture.

She lifts the latex cock from the drawer and rolls onto her back. She puts the tip of it to her lips and gives it a delicate kiss while her other hand roams across her body. First moving to her breast, she grabs and squeezes a handful of the soft flesh, then tweaks her nipple. The nipple begins to harden and she moves to tweak the other too. She parts her lips slightly, allowing the tip of the fleshy fallus to press inside. Maybe Derek is having his cock sucked right now by that other... bitch. Her tongue meets the latex as it moves deeper and she licks the head, I feel like real cock now!

Her nipples hard, she runs her hand down her smooth tummy and across the little triangular tuft, then down between her legs. Gently she strokes the smooth skin of her outer labia before she presses a fingertip into the crease abover her clitorus. The fingertip slides downwards over the soft hood and she releases a tiny gasp as it passes over the sensitive nub. She slides the finger further down towards the moist opening of her sex. She circles the opening and moistens the finger, before sliding back up to press firmly on her clit. She gasps more loudly this time.

She repeats the motion several times. Sliding down, circling, moistening and sliding back up to press on the pink pearl of pleasure. As she does this she opens her mouth wide and slides the dildo along her wet tongue until she hold about 3 inchs of it in her mouth. She licks the lifelike member and spread the wetness from her mouth across it, twisting it in her mouth to spread her saliva all over the head. I think that will do...

She moves her left hand up and presses two fingers against her clit then down again. She opens them to spread her labia away, as she brings the dildo from her mouth. A glistening wet string connects it to her tongue until it stretches too far and drops a wet line on her belly. She manouvres the slick, warm, cock like shaft to the pink spread dampness of her pussy and presses it against the opening. 

"Oooooh... mmmmm," she moans as her pussy opens to allow the pleasure tool to enter. Slowly at first she slides it into herself, rubbing her clit as it moves in, then slowly slides it out again. Oh yes! Again she slides the meaty tool into her moist hole, then begins to increase the pace of the movements. Her head rolls back, mouth open, panting and eyes half closed she revells in the feeling of fucking. She grabs her breast again and twists, squeezes it as she pumps the dildo even deeper.

She sees her reflection in the mirror and watches herself, voyeur like as one stocking falls down her thigh. God, I look like a dirty slut, like I haven't fucked in months. I haven't fucked in months! She pretends she is watching another girl taking pleasure from the latex cock. Watches as the other girl bites her lower lip and rubs her fingers across her pink sex bud. Then rubs it in circles and pulls the hood back and pumps the rod into her pussy a little harder. She can feel the orgasm start to approach.

"Aaahhhh-oooh," she rams the dildo into her hot wetness. Harder, faster, over and over agai, waves of pleasure begin to mount like breakers before a storm. A heat spreads from between her legs and radiates out through her body. The pleasure becomes more intense and she feels the orgasm building. She pinches her nipples and breaths hard as she begins to crest the heights of extasy.

Pleasure ripples through her body as the orgasm takes her, she almost screams as her body convulses. Rising up on her toes and shoulders she arches her back, grabbing her breast, showing her throbing pussy to the room. Then slumping she presses on her clit and squeezes her thighs together. Holding the dildo deep inside her she slowly pants out the last of the after shocks.

"Oh wow, Carol, " she congratulates her reflection, "you were wonderful."

Carol curls her knees up to her chest and lies on the bed for a few minutes. Her eyelids droop with weariness from her long day and the energy just spent pleasuring herself. No, I have to decorate the house for Christmas! I wont let Derek ruin this for me. Reaching down between her legs she wraps her hand around the bulbous, testicle shaped base of the dildo and, with a wet slurping noise, pulls it from her still hot and sensitive pussy. She brings it too her face and smells the musky scent of her pussy juices, then rolls upright and swings her feet to the floor.

Looking at her stockings, one fallen down to her calf, the other still around her thigh, she pauses for a moment. Then pops the dildo back into her mouth, tasting her sex, so she can use both hands to roll the stockings down her legs and off her feet. She throws them in the laundry basket too, then, dildo in hand, walks into the ensuite bathroom. She drops it into the sink and turns the water on in the shower. Washing quickly she wraps a towel around her hair and another around her body, tucked under her arms, then walks back to the bedroom.

Well, i've got no company tonight, I can dress down in something comfortable. She looks through her drawers and finds a set of winter flannel pajamas, then untucks the end of the towel and lets it fall away from her body. Balancing on one foot she begins to pull the pajama bottom on over her feet. Actually, that furnace has got the place nice and warm now (or maybe it was my little play before), I can wear something lighter. She bundles the pajamas together and dumps them back in the drawer then pulls open another drawer.

She rummages briefly before pulling out a pink pair of bikini style panties, she stoops and slips then on. Then grabs a black t-shirt, so old the Metallica print has almost worn off and pulls it over her head. Her pink wrapped pussy is just visible below the t-shirt. Satisfied that the flimsy garments and blazing furnace will be sufficient warmth she moves about the house closing the curtains before ending up in the living room.

Time to decorate! She picks up the box at the end of the sofa and drops it on the dining table. She opens the top and begins to pull out tinsel, ribbons, plastic candy canes, coloured lights and all manner of cheerful ornaments, until they are spread all over the table. From amongst the brightly coloured mess she pulls out a piece of textured plastic about the size of a dinner plate, shakes it to dislodge a string of lights. We'll put Santa up first, she grins.

Going to the front door, she grabs some tape from the sideboard in the hall and opens the door. A blast of icy air slams into her and snow flakes drift up the hall. Fuck, that's cold! She slams the door shut again. Better get ready first and try again. She peels some strips of tape off the roll and sticks them around the edge of the plastic Santa sign, then, bracing herself, grabs the doorhandle again.

She throws the door open and holds the Santa sign against the door, then quickly presses the tape down to the windows and wood panelling. Just check it before I get back inside, she leans back to see how it looks when another gust of wind comes across the yard and up the steps. The chilly breeze swirls up her legs and inside the t-shirt, pulling it up around her face and presenting a brow raising view of Carols slender body and pert breasts, nipples erect from the winds icy touch, to the old neighbour from across the street. She yanks the t-shirt down and throws the door closed, the neighbours view replaced by the bas relief of the cheerful Santa with the words "Santa, please come inside!"

Rubbing her bare arms to remove the chill she heads back to the table full of decorations. Flicking the TV on, she starts to hang the bunting around the living room and then goes to the closet in the hall to get the box with the fake tree in it. She puts it up in the corner next to the fireplace and begins to decorate it too. The fireplace was an idiosyncrasy of the house. It wasn't needed because of the furnace but the previous owners had left it in and Carol had loved the idea of a fire, even if it wouldn't be used. She had insisted on getting firewood so they could have a romantic evening in the firelight, Derek had thought the idea silly. I'm going to have my fire tonight, Derek, she tells herself defiantly.

With the tree up and decorated and fire made and starting to crackle she goes back to the box on the table, lifts it up and tips out the last contents. She picks up the rolls of red fabric and shakes them out into two white fur topped stockings. I love emptying my stocking on Christmas morning! All the treats and surprises mom - I mean Santa! - used to bring. She smiles and turns to the fireplace, looking for something to hook the stockings onto. Finding an old nail, posibly used for the same purpose, she puts the loop in the top of one stocking over it then moves to the other end of the mantle, looking for another,




Carol's Christmas [redux]



"What!? Why should I hang Dereks?" She takes it back to the table and throws it in the box, then scoops up all the left over decorations from the table and dumps them in on top. She packs away the tree box and puts the decoration box with it in the bottom of the closet. The closet is where she has hidden the gift she bought for her former sweet heart, wrapped already and stuffed behind some old bags in the top. She reachs behinds them and gets it out, now starting to feel the negative emotions cracking through her smiles.

She walks with it back to the living room and puts it on the sidetable beside the couch. She pulls the card off it and opens it. She hadn't had time to write anything in it before Derek came home the night she'd bought it, but had planned to do it in secret. I'll write my note to Santa, she smiles again but with more difficulty this time. If that asshole can leave me like this... a tear begins to well in the corner of her eye. Then i'll have this and i'll leave Santa a treat too.

From the small bar in the corner she picks up two scotch tumblers and a serving plate, puts the plate on the side table and the glasses on the plate. Then she goes to the kitchen and brings out a packet of Christmas mince pies, absently putting them on the arm of the couch. Slumping onto the couch she picks op the fat tube parcel and holds it in her lap, then starts to pick at the edge of the tape holding the paper closed. Frustrated at the slow progress and angry at Derek, she stabs her thumb nail into the paper and tears it off. The box is a 21 year old Glenfiddich.

She pops the metal lid out of the box and slides out the bottle. I don't normally drink it, but under the circumstances... She finds the little pull tab in the foil covering the cork and yanks it out. Twists out the cork, puts the open neck of the bottle under her nose and takes a deep breath of the heady aroma. Standing, she pours a measure of the brown liquid into each glass. One for Santa, one for me. Drinking. Wow! That burns. Looking down at the glass she replays the breakup in her mind. Could I have done something to stop it? How long had he been seeing her? The questions keep coming but without answers.

I'll just write my note to Santa. I've been a good girl, haven't I? She picks up the card and a pen, having another sip of the scotch. "Dear Santa," she begins to write. "For Christmas I would like a..." The pen stops moving as the thought trails off into more black thoughts. A man. A man who wont leave me, a loyal man. A man who isn't off somewhere fucking another woman. A man who isn't fucking... FUCK!

The tears roll down her face, uncontrollably now. The pain breaks through the facade of happiness she has tried to build and she slowly falls to the floor, sobbing. For a minute, two, three, four, five. She cries until eventually she feels the pain subside. Wiping away the tears she gets back to her feet, picks up the glass and drains it. Refills it and drinks it in one gulp, ignoring the fire in her throat as she resolves, i'm getting fucken drunk this Christmas. It's a Wonderful Life plays on the TV, she sits with another refill and begins to watch.

Her eyelids are drooping already when George saves his brother from drowning and stops the pharmacist, Mr Gower, from prescribing poison to a child. But the warmth in her belly has sent her into a drunken slumber before Harry, the brother, makes it to graduation.

* * *

Jingle, tingle, tinkle, jingle.

The bells on Santa's sleigh play their delicate music as the reindeer gallop through the sky to their next destination. Banking, Santa directs the reindeer down through the clouds and towards the bright lights of the city below. Pulling a large scroll from a case on his belt, he unrolls it to scan through the names for the city below and chuckles a happy chuckle.

"Ho, ho, ho, here we go, it's the house right below."

The sleigh swoops through the air and pulls tightly into a left turn as it lines up with the crest of the roof below. Then slowing to a gravity defying walk the troupe of deer alight on the eaves and trot forwards until the sleigh is hanging only a few feet beyond the edge of the roof.

"Let's get going!" Santa says, as he vaults over the edge of the sleigh onto the roof. He reaches into the back of the sleigh and with a flick of his wrist a huge sack comes flying up over the edge. With a deft twirl and a graceful turn that belies his bulk, the sack settles on his broad shoulders and Santa is marching towards the narrow stainless steel chimney projecting from the roof.

As he nears the stack he takes a double step and leaps into the air, coming down with his feet towards the chimney. Looking for all the world as if he's going to crash into the chimney with his black boots, Santa is suddenly caught in the air and begins to stretch into a long ribbon as he is sucked into the chimney and down into the house below. In a flash he is gone and only the big black sack is left one the roof, poking out the top of the chimney like a giant lolly pop on top of a tiny stick. With a noise like water running down a drain, the swollen sack begins to shrink and shrivel as it is sucked into the chimney and with a sudden POP, it is gone too.

In front of the fire, old Saint Nick yanks one last time on the end of the sack and it comes swirling out of the flue and up into the air, inflating to the size of a large beach ball before flumping onto the carpet. Santa turns and surveys the room, lit only by the glow of the late movie on the TV set. Between the fireplace and the TV is a Christmas tree, currently home to no happy, enticing presents. In the middle of the room is a couch, complete with sleeping young woman, obviously she had thought to stay up and catch Santa at his work! A plate with a tumbler on it rests on the bar opposite the TV and there Santa spies the wish list card he has been looking for.

He crosses the room and picks up the card, opens it and reads the message inside.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Chuckles Santa, raising his eyebrows. He looks back towards the sleeping girl, red hair falling around her face. She stretches across the couch, one long leg hooked over the arm, the other stretched out towards the fire. A second tumbler rests on the floor, inches from her fingertips. The Master of Puppets graphic on her t-shirt hugging the contours of her breasts.

Santa picks up the tumbler on the bar and pokes his nose inside, sniffing deeply at the rich aroma. Smiling he puts the glass to his lips and tips it back. 

"A very nice dram," he smiles, approvingly.

He reaches for the scroll on his belt once again and quickly finds the girls name in the list. He reads the notes that accompany her name and frowns. This is not how a Christmas should be! He returns to the sack and opens the top. Rummaging deep down inside he finds a parcel and puts it under the tree, then returns to the sack and continues to search.

"Well, little Caro..."

"Santa!" Carol almost squeals with excitement.

"Ho, ho ho! No, little girl you are just dreaming, go back to sleep so Santa can finish his work," he laughs in a deep baritone. The trick usually works and the child who has woken to see Santa is quickly back to sleep, dreaming of all the presents they will be opening in the morning. This time it doesn't. Carol's mind is still hazey from the Glenfiddich but the excitement of seeing Santa has given her a burst of energy which was stronger than the magic meant for children.

She jumps up from the couch and almost immediately falls as she finds her legs aren't ready for the sudden movement. Lurching towards Santa she throws out her arms as she stumbles, old Nicholas steps forwards and catches her in a strong pair of arms. Still overcome with excitement, Carol is soon jumping up and down in his hold, unrestrained breasts bouncing, crosses on the t-shirt riding up and down with them.

"This is incredible," she slurs. "You're much taller than I thought you would be," she says looking up at him. He is a head taller than her and broad, with thick strong looking limbs. He wears the traditional red suit, trimmed in white fur. Black boots and a fur trimmed red hat. His beard is long and thick, his face friendly and open. "Come. let's have a drink!" She pulls him towards the couch and pushes him to sit then gets his glass from the bar.

"It was going to be a present for my bastard ex!" She says, too loudly. Grabbing the bottle she slops another dram into each glass, most of the scotch makes it in. "Drink up, it's good!" She takes a gulp from her glass and snorts as the liquid once again burns it's way down her throat. "Can I sit on your lap, like in the malls?" She flutters her eyelids, without realising the cuteness of her affectation.

"Of course you can, little girl," says Santa cheerfully, unable to break from character after so long presenting himself this way. He pats his thigh and Carol quickly jumps onto the sofa, standing up infront of him, legs only a breath from his face, pink knickers peeking past the edge of the old shirt, Santa can't help but feel a stirring in his trousers. 

"Ooomph." Just as quickly as she had jumped up she drops down, landing heavily in his lap, only spilling a little of the scotch. T-shirt riding up her thighs Santa finds his gaze drawn to the space between her legs, tightly wrapped in their own pink wrapper. Carol lifts her left arm and throws it around his neck. Santa suddenly realises how hot the room is, with his winter clothing on and this supple young thing clinging to him.

"So I tell you want I want for Christmas now, right?" Carol mind is clearing and so are her words but she is still so excited that she can barely think.

"Yes, that is what the children usually do. But I think you are a little older than normal, ho, ho." Unsure where to put his hands, he decides that putting his right behind her on her hip and the other to hold the drink will do. He takes another drink and empties the glass. "What would you like for Christmas, young lady?" Her asks, remembering the words in the card on the bar.

"Well, I wanna... oh, you finished your drink! I'll get you another," she cries enthusiastically, grabbing his glass and leaning forwards for the bottle. She picks it up from the floor where she'd put it earlier and refreshes his glass, pushing it back into his hand. Then remembering the fruit tarts she had brought from the kitchen some hours ago she continues, "you wanna fruit pie thing too?"

Not waiting for an answer she begins to twist in his lap, looking for the packet. Her movements knock it off the arm of the couch where it had still been sitting from earlier in the evening. "There they are, hold this will you," she gives him her glass and turns further, almost falling, as she reachs over the side of the couch. "Neeeearly," she bends, reaching down to the floor, one leg stretching behind her for balance. Old Nick's eyes trace the line of her leg, up and over the curve of her calf, the hollow behind her knee then up the sweep of her thigh. Her high, round butt, clad in the thin pink cotton, bobs closer and closer to his face as she reaches further over the side of the sofa for the mince tarts.

"Got them," she says, spinning back to face him, plonking into his lap. She concentrates on opening the packet, then having succeeded, pulls out a pie and peels the foil tray off the bottom. "You want?" She barely pauses as she pushes it towards his mouth.

The sight of the long legs and full round arse pressing ever closer to his face has caused Nicholas to feel the heat in the room even more and he is soon pulling on his collar to let out some heat. A few beads of sweat form on his forehead as a flush spreads across his face and blood rushes to his manhood. He tries to adjust himself underneith Carol as she shifts around, only adding to the stimulation. Seeming to notice his discomfort Carol asks, "are you hot? Why don't you take off your jacket?" She tugs at the lapels briefly before, "or that hat."

Before he can react, Carol has reached behind Santa's head and grabbed the trim on the red, velvety cap. There is soome resistance, as if it is pulled tightly down on his crown, before the hat comes away in her hand. She gasps as she sees that Santa's beard is no longer on his face. Looking at the hat in her hands, she sees what looks like a false beard attached to it. Confused she looks back at the man whose lap she has been sitting in for the last few minutes. "What? Are you really Santa?"

"Well, now you know my secret! It's part of the disguise. You don't think I really look like all the cards show, do you?" The face looking at her now is younger, a strong jaw and neck visible where the beard was, only a slight stubble on his chin now. "I wear the hat and the beard when I work, that way I can live a normal life the rest of the year."

"Oh." She says, taking in this latest surprise. "I guess that's a good idea. Can you still bring people presents when you are... not beardy Santa?"

"I'm still Santa," he says easing his jacket open a little. "And i'm getting hot in here, that's a mightly strong fire there!"

"Hehe," she giggles, musically. "I've got the furnace on too." She kneels on the couch, one leg either side of him and undoes the belt around his portly belly. Once it is loose, he leans forward and lifts his arms, she pulls the jacket up over his head and throws it on the floor in front of the fire.

"Huh! Santa!" She looks down at the man in front of her. No longer the portly old man but now a broad muscular man, middle aged but with a look of strength and power about him. Wearing a long john under garment, his belly no longer bulges over the trousers but is nearly flat and his chest and shoulders belong to a regular gym goer. "Also part of the disguise?"

"Ho, ho," still the same voice. "Thats right. People have certain expectations of how I should look. I use a little magic to maintain the image."

Carol smiles, she still feels comfortable with this man, despite him looking somewhat different to only a few minutes earlier. I guess I should tell him what I want for Christmas then. She settles back into his lap and puts her arm around his neck again, leaning close, feeling secure in his arms. He waits for her, ready to listen.

"I want... For Christmas this year I...", she can't find the words. She was going to say a new car, a new dress, a better job but all she can think of is Derek and the hole he has left. She loved him, loves him, but he has left her. Left without warning, left her alone in the world after so long together. She tries again but the memories fill her mind, until they are smothered by the returning pain. "I want... *sniff* *sob* *sob*..."

"It's ok child, you can cr... " he begins but is unable to finish as her tears come. She wraps both arms around him, she can only reach his head, and pulls him close as she begins to cry again. She holds him tightly to her chest, her breasts pressing into his face. His vision is blocked by the two mounds of hot flesh squashed against his face, his nose pressed flat he opens his mouth to gasp for air. She's almost suffocating me! But what a way to go!

Carol continues to cry, like she had done earlier in the day. It doesn't last as long as the first time and she soon realises that she is pressing her breasts into Santas face. She relises that the hot feeling on her right breast is his breath as her nipple and half of the fleshy mound press into his mouth. The warmth excites her and her nipples are soon hardening, Is that his tongue I can feel? She doesn't realise the effect the pressure of her lithe body has had on the man, doesn't realise that his manhood has been pumped with blood, that he is throbing with desire for her.

She doesn't realise this until she releases her grip on his head and sits back into his lap. And still slightly clouded from liquor, she still doesn't realise what has sudddenly made that lap uncomfortable.

"What's this?" She says, reaching below her. "Have you got some keys in your pocket?"

Grabbing at his crotch she soon has her hand wrapped around his thick member and begins to yank it around, trying to move the hard obstruction from his pocket to somewhere more comfortable.

"Oh, ho, ho. Young lady, you should let me adjust that..." he says, trying to extricate his pulsing cock from her grip without revealing the embarassment of what she has a hold of.

Suddenly her mind is clear, Oh my god, I've just grabbed Santa Claus's cock! He's in my living room and he's got a hard on! She lets go with a start, pulling her hand back as if she touched a hot coal. Their eyes meet, both faces redden in a blush, hers almost matching the colour of her hair. Santa laughs nervously but Carol is revisited by the memory of her moment of self loving in the afternoon and realises how much more satisfying than the dido would be the tool in the trousers now beneith her legs.

She adjusts her position on Santa's lap, pressing closer to him, feeling the hard rod through the cloth. She puts her hands on his neck and leans closer, her bust close to his face. Her legs straddling him, pussy pressing against his cock, only a few layers of fabric between them.

"Santa," she whispers into his ear, "I know what I want for Christmas now..."

"Oh, ho?" This is not what is supposed to happen but he knows he can't resist, the feeling of her body pressed against him is an extasy. Every moment causes his cock to throb more fiercely, he feels hard as steel. His hands move, as if thinking for themselves. They are on her thighs, moving up to her hips, around behind her and sliding down under her ass. He grabs both cheeks and squeezes, moves one hand up her back, inside the thin t-shirt.

Her hands craddle his face and she looks into his eyes. His grip is strong on her back, her ass, she feels the excitement build in her body. He is about to say something but she moves the short distance forwards and presses her lips against his. She kisses him again, then again, then opens her mouth a little to let his tongue find hers. Sliding over each other like soft moist snakes their tongues roll around each other, writhing in each others mouths.

She reaches between their close bodies and inside his trousers. The old fashioned underwear hinders her but she finds that is has a buttoned up flap and slips her hand inside. She wraps her slender fingers around his hot, throbing manhood and presses it upwards against her mons. Rocking her hips, she rubs her pussy through their clothes against his cock. Her mouth fervently active on his, sucking his tongue into her mouth, biting his lip.

Giving in totally, Santa slides both hands up Carols back, pulling the black shirt up and over her head. She pulls one arm out and lets the shirt hang around the wrist of the hand holding his shaft. He yanks at the buttons holding the long john shut across his chest then, buttons popping free, his chest bared, he pulls her close to him. Her breasts flatten against his strong chest as he holds her tightly for a moment. Then he pushes her back and moves his hands to her breasts. One hand on each, both able to surround, completely encompass each breast. He squeezes them, lifts her up and pulls first one then the other to his mouth. His tongue flicking across each hard nub in turn. He sucks hard on the tender flesh and bites gently at the proud nipples. Rolling her head back she moans, a long low moan, as she feels the pleasure wash across her.

With a start she jumps up, stands in front of him and looks at his broad shoulders and powerful arms. He is big, like a man used to heavy work but without the hard looking surface of a body builder. She drops to her knees and grabs his boots, yanking desperately at them until he leans forwards and undoes the buckles holding them on. She pulls off one, then the other and tosses them into the corners of the room. Then she stands again and leans forward, puts her hands inside the waist of his trousers and pulls him upwards, he raises his hips from the sofa and she pulls the trousers down his legs, off his feet. The long john follows next and she admires his pulsing meat in the flickering firelight.




Carol's Christmas [redux]



She kneels between his legs and reaches out for it. Santa's cock is 9 inchs long and thick, much thicker than the latex toy she had been probing herself with earlier. Her fingers wrap around the shaft and he sighs. Her hands looks small on the purple blood pumped flesh. Oh my god, can that even fit inside me? She leans forward, slowly bringing it closer to her face until it is right before her. She presses it against her cheek and rubs it against her face, feeling the smooth, veiny skin against her.

She returns it to a position in front of her lips and kisses the tip. Santa groans. She puts out her tongue and tentatively licks the underside below his glans. She licks it again, following the ridge of his glans with the tip of her tongue then she moves to the base and presses her tongue against the thick ridge on the underside, drags her wet tongue up the whole length. She repeats the movement, Santa's breath quickens. One more time and she stops at the head, opens her mouth wide and takes it inside.

At first she sucks just the glans, running her tongue up and down the underside as she bobs her head a little. Then she begins to take more inside, slurping up 2 inchs, then three. She grips the base of the fallus with both hands, pumps up and down in time with the bobbing of her head. Soon she has half his cock in her mouth, bumping against the back of her mouth, she dares not take any more of it. She sucks hard and rubs the now slick member, her hand sliding up and down, old Nicholas groans with pleasure.

He reachs down and holds her face. Pulls her off his cock with a slurp and a sucking pop. He pulls her face to his and begins to kiss her again as he slips his thumbs inside the pink panties and pulls them down her thighs. She gasps, the scent of her arousal reaches their nostrils. He puts a strong hand between her legs and presses against her labia, rubbing gently back and forward, pressing down on her clitorus. Next he puts his index finger and ring finger along her labia and spreads them apart, slipping his middle finger into the hot wet gap. He slides the finger up and down her wetness, pressing against the opening of her pussy then up on her little pearl. Down, the finger circles her love hole, wet, up, presses on her clit. The strong thick fingers drive her pleasure even higher, she feels her first orgasm apporaching.

He stands, suddenly towering over her and she startles, afraid. Then his arms are around her, hands under her, lifting her and he turns, lowers her to the couch and kneels before her on the floor. He gently but instoppably parts her thighs and moves between them. He leans forwards and kisses her, her forhead, her checks, her lips, her chin, her neck. His rigid, still slick cock, pointing lewdly up at the ceiling. She squirms a little as his kisses tickle a path down from her neck to her breast, down her belly and the soft skin above the little triangular tuff of ginger pubic hair. Then his tongue is inside her, big and firm and soft, spreading her labia apart and probing at her opening. Then flicking up over her clitorus. Up and down he licks her pussy, circles her clit until the dam bursts and her orgasm breaks through her, flooding her with pleasure. He laps at the wetness between her legs.

Then pulling her legs he drags her to the floor, the carpet is not thick but she doesn't feel it. His body is above her, his manhood between her legs. He presses the purple head against her love hole and looks down into her eyes. Yes! Her eyes reply and he pushes into her, slowly breaching her, filling her, the blood pulsing in his meat, now pulsing inside her. He begins a slow steady movement, pumping into her, his pubic bone crushing against her clit. His pace picks up, and his breathing turns to panting. Her breath also comes fast as he slams into her. Now he is pulling almost all the way out, only his glans still inside before plunging the whole length back into her. Emptying her, then filling her, harder and faster. Both breathing harder, sweat dripping off them.

Their orgasms come together, like a truck plowing into a snowdrift the force wracks them. Her arms thrown around him clawing his back as she screams her release. His voice a deep bellow as he pumps his seed into her, spurt after spurt. She holds him close as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her, shuddering as the last of the orgasms subside and she breaths a long sign.

Her eyes half closed but desire still clear in them. He rises on his elbows and kisses her again, her lips, all over her face. Drained, she feels like melted ice, soaking into the carpet and doesn't resist, can't resist as he effortlessly lifts her from the ground and scoops her into his arms. I'll put her to bed. He walks out of the living room, fire burning low, into the hall and follows it to the bedroom. She lols against him, limp as a rag doll and he can hear her breathing slower and steady.

In the bedroom he carries her to the bed, lies her on one side then pulls the duvet and sheet back towards her. He lifts her again and puts her on the open side, pulls the covers back over her. He looks down at her for a long moment, a bigger grin on his face than after that time with the tooth fairy. Kinky bitch, that fairy. She sees the big man above her bed as she loses the fight to keep her eyes open, finally sinking into her dream world of the night.

Bending one last time to kiss her, Saint Nick returns to the living room, checks the tree and stocking and gathers up his clothes. Once dressed again he grabs the top of the sack and pulls it shut. Then with another feet first leap, he dissappears into the fireplace, dragging like a rubber sheet with a man printed on it, into the narrow flue. Soon the room is empty and the only sign of his passing, beside the new presents is the distant sound of bells.

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Carol wakes in the morning after a restful sleep. Throwing back the covers she barely remembers that she feel asleep on the sofa last night. Thinking she must have taken herself to bed sometime in the middle of the night. Why am I naked? She wonders as she heads for the hallway. Why does my pussy feel like this? I must have really slammed it with that dildo yesterday...

The first thing she sees in the living room is the stocking above the fire, It's full! She rushes to it, forgetting her nakedness now, and uphooks the loop from the nail. Sitting on the couch she reaches inside and begins to pull out the contents. Fruit, nuts, chocolate, all the kinds of things mom used to give us. She beams as she begins to nibble a few things, suddenly famished. Then, what's this? She pulls out a small box, like a jewelers case, and opens it up. Inside is a curious ring, a ring of silver, or steel, with a large butterfly on it, rubber? A latex butterfly. As she examines the thing she notices the end is ridged and has a groove below the ridges. A twist dial! She tries it, twisting the end and discovers with a shock that the little butterfly is home to a powerful motor, as it buzzes to life.

Open mouthed, she stares at it, then smiles. It goes like this, she puts the ring on with the butterfly inside her hand and presses it against her pussy. The vibrations shoot through her, threatening to quickly peak her arousal. Wow, that feels great, but not now. She turns it off and nibbles some more fruit. Then she spies the wrapped box under the tree, huh?

Crossing the floor she picks it up, it's not heavy like the bottle she had thought it to be. She tears off the paper and finds another box inside, like the first but bigger. Curious she opens it and is stunned to see it contents. Nested in a velvet cushion is a thick latex dildo, about 9 inchs long and more realistic than she has ever seen. Veins thread it's length and a pair of balls at the base feel real. It's just like the one in my dream! I'm going to have some fun with this! But where is it form?

As she ponders the source of the mysterious, sexy gifts she begins to tidy up the glasses and fruit pies she left lying around the night before. Picking up the tray from the bar she sees the card that had been on Dereks scotch and had become her message to Santa. She looks at what she had written on Christmas eve.

"Dear Santa. For Christmas I would like a ... FUCK!"

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