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Merry Christmas

By: BV17



It was last year when this happened to me. Christmas Eve and it was definitely a white Christmas. There was a huge blizzard, which had just come in. Me, my girl friend Mandy, my best friend Jack and his girl friend Hope had all been headed toward my parents house. But just about 20 miles away we were hit by large amounts of snow. We were driving in the country and so when the weather got to bad to drive in we were at least ten miles away from the nearest building. So we thought.

I was driving. Within minutes there was large amounts of snow all over the road. We made a decision to pull over and wait for it to pass. However on the radio we heard that the storm would last three days. I was looking everywhere for a house we could stop off at and when I found one it wasn't exactly a comfortable looking home. The house was around three to four stories tall and looked as if no one lived in it.

We pulled into the driveway and we all ran to the front porch. We knocked just to make sure no one lived in it, which of course no one did, so we just went in. When we walked into the house Mandy stepped on a floorboard which snapped and caused her to fall on her head. When carried her into one of the rooms and lied her down on the floor.

The house was completely quite except for us. "Jesus, your all right Mandy?" I asked. She was unconscious. "Fuck, what if she is hurt bad?"

"Hey Jack one of us has to go get help. She may need medical attention."

"Well I could watch Mandy while you two went for help." Hope said, but as she did we heard a door slam upstairs. "Ok never mind one of you is staying her with us."

Jack and me argued for a few minutes. The roads were no longer safe to drive on so whoever went would have to walk. We decided that Jack would go considering that I was Mandy's boyfriend and it was my duty to watch over her. When Jack left me and Hope stayed with Mandy waiting for her to come to.

I got up and walked to the doorway. "Where you going? Don't leave me alone in this room." Hope quickly jumped to her feet and walked over to me.

"Jeez Hope I was only going to look around the house. If you want to come than fine."

"What about Mandy?"

"She will be all right for now." We started to go upstairs.

All the rooms on the second and third floors were empty just like downstairs on the first. But when we walked into the 4th floor we saw that it was just one big room. I looked around. There was a huge pile of feather in the corner next to the balcony. Hope walked outside onto the balcony and watched the storm. "Look at the ground." She said as she bent over the balcony. I looked all right but not at the ground.

Hope was wearing a short skirt so when she bent over I was able to see the bottom of her white panties. She was definitely a very sexy woman. She turned around quickly and saw me looking at her ass. "Shame on you, Mandy gets knocked out for a little while and you start looking up other girls skirts." She said this in kind of a flirty way. "Well white is my favorite color I couldn't help but look." When I said this she quickly realized I could see her panties. She blushed, "Well today is your lucky day then cause usually I don't wear panties at all. Then you wouldn't have been able to see my white panties."

I had had casual flirting before with Hope but this was getting a bit heavy. "Yea imagine that. I would have only seen you ass, but hey that happens to be my favorite part on your body so I would have made do."

Hope smiled and walked back into the room of the balcony. She walked slowly passed me kind of swaying her hips as she did. "Well the cold must be taking its effect on you either that or your enjoying the eyeful that you got." She said as she gestured to my crotch. She walked to the corner of the room I was not far behind. "I'm getting a bit cold." She said this as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips against mine and began to probe my mouth with her tongue. I was quick to kiss back and our tongues rubbed against each other's. I placed my hands on her ass and gave it a nice squeeze. She moaned softly when I did this and flinched a little.

We broke and she looked straight into my eyes. "I don't think we should do this Hope." When I said this she ran her fingers threw my hair and pressed her crotch against mine extremely hard. My cock was now at full attention.

"We can stop if you want." She said this as she started to kiss up and down my neck. "Well I was raised never to start something I couldn't finish." I said as my hands started to rub up and down Hope's ass. She again began to let out soft moans.

I pushed her against the wall and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me when I did this. We were now kissing over and over, quick fast kisses. She nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Are you going to stand there and kiss me or are we going to finish before Mandy wakes up?" I now laid her into the pile of feathers, which was in the corner. I leaned back and unbuttoned my pants. Hope grabbed my hands and pulled them off my jeans.

She then took over by unzipping my fly slowly. She pulled my jeans open and stuck her hand threw the slit of my boxers. She didn't pull my cock out yet, she simple grabbed hold of it while it was still in my boxers. I looked into her eyes while she held on to my member. She looked straight back at me and smiled. She then licked her lips slowly as I leaned forward to kiss her.

When I felt her tongue enter my mouth again I also felt her begin to pump my cock. When we broke this time lowered her head down to only an inch or so above my soldier. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Stoke after stroke she never missed one. Then she stopped and I felt her pulling my penis out of my boxers. I looked forward just in time to see her roll her around the head of my dick. While she was licking up and down my head she started to stroke me again. I placed my hand on her back and rubbed her while she did this. Then stopped stroking and licked the entire length of my rod. When she got to the bottom she leaned back and pushed my pole down her throat.

I placed my hand on her head and didn't really guide her, for she was at the perfect speed, but just followed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft. She slowly began to increase the speed, which she sucked me off at.

Instead of the long slow bob's which she was doing she was now going around medium speed. I got up on my knees and began to fuck her face. I figured going to fast would wear her out so I took over. I now held her head still with my right head while I plunged my cock in and out of her mouth. All the while she kept her eyes fixated on mine. This drove me absolutely crazy.

She looked so sexy. When I neared my peak she pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me off. I grunted as I began to spout cum all over her tiny little hand. When I had emptied myself over her hand she let go of my rod and licked me clean. Then she slurped what was on her hand. I laid back into the white feathers.

Hope was far from done. She pulled her sweater over off and exposed her chest, which was not covered by a bra. Her nipples were pointing out like rocks. She took one breast into each hand and brought the nipple to her mouth. She then alternated kissing on each nipple. I found my cock was now returning to it upright and locked position. Hope now stood up. I laid on my back and watched as she swayed back and forth as if she was dancing. Her hands slid from her breasts to the top of her skirt. She put a hand on each side of the skirt and slowly and very erotically began to slide her skirt down. All the while she was swaying back and forth. When the top of the skirt was sliding down her ass she leaned forward and turned around. I now was treated to watching her skirt slide down her ass and to her ankles. She stepped out of her skirt and I watched, as it lay scrunched up in a ball on the floor.

Now she turned around and Began to grip her crotch threw her white panties.

She continued to sway back and forth as she now slid her hands from her crotch up her stomach to her breasts. She squeezed each breast and then slid her hands back to her panties. She walked to me. I was now sitting up enjoying the show. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her moist crotch. She moaned when my head became buried in the wetness between her legs. She was pulling on my hair causing me slight pain however making me even more aroused. I quickly found my hands exploring her ass once more. Squeezing on each cheek. She grabbed my hands and placed one on each side of her panties. I knew what to do. I slowly pulled her wet panties down to the floor.

Now she once again forced my face into her shaved cunt. She let out a loud moan when my tongue began to explore her. But she was now excited. She pushed me away from her and pulled my shirt off. I stood up while she got on her knees and pulled my blue jeans off of my legs. My boxers quickly followed and before I knew it was naked. She stood up and placed one hand on each of my pecks. She slowly moved her hands down to my abdomens. She then pushed me to the floor and straddled me.

She laid on top of me and slowly climbed up my body till my cock was directly below her clit. She took my shaft with one hand and guided it into her anxiously awaiting lips. When I felt myself enter her I was amazed at how wet she was. She lowered herself on to my pole until the entire thing disappeared inside of her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. Then she began to raise herself, and lower herself repeatedly on my cock. At first she took it slow, causing her loud moans but as she increased the speed she became a wild one. "Fuck me baby, I want to feel you cum in me." She let out louder screams now. Begging me to fuck her pussy. And to cum in her.

"Oh god I need you." I lay on my back watching as she bounced on my rod.

Eventually she placed her hands on her breasts and began to fondle herself.

Before I blew my loud she decided to change to momentum. She rolled over into the feathers and pulled me on top of her.

I began to thrust into her. Stride after stride causing her to scream each time that I rammed into her. She wrapped her legs around me and began to grab handfuls of the feathers. She then ran her hands threw my hair with feathers in them. I was now pumping with such force that when I rammed her she would come have to lift her ass off the ground a good inch to keep from sliding backwards. She began to buck her hips to meet each stride. "Oh god, Jesus fuck me baby. Cum, god cum." I rolled her over and buried her head into the feathers. I then returned to ramming my meat into her cunt.

She now had her arms fully extended above her gripping the white feathers and trying desperately to keep her screams down. But she was out of control. Every time I thrust into her she would let out a cry of joy. I plunged one last time and began to erupt cum into her needy cunt. When this happened she screamed again holding her note for the duration of the time I blew my load.

When I pulled out of her she just laid on her belly panting. I rolled over onto my back and into the feathers. Hope had feathers stuck to all parts of her body. Her body was so wet from sweat that the feathers were everywhere.

After only a few seconds I looked up and saw a figure in the corner. I also heard moans. I looked closely and saw that Mandy was in the corner with her hand in her panties. I wondered how long she had been watching. I jumped to my feet. I almost collapsed for I was out of energy but I ran towards her. I was trying to apologize when it hit me that her hand was down her pants. My girl friend was getting of to me fucking her best friend.

Mandy stood still when I approached. She opened her mouth to speak but I was going to see if she was mad or not. I spun her around and flung her against the wall. My cock was now back at attention. I didn't want foreplay this time, I ripped her panties from her body and from behind her I rammed my rod into her wet bush. Mandy wasn't shaved like Hope despite all the times I had begged her to do it. Mandy placed her hands against the wall to brace herself as I began to pound her pussy like a mad man. I was fucking her with long powerful thrusts. She almost lost her balance each time my cock went into her. Mandy began to scream at the top of her lunges. Up until then I don't think Hope knew where I had went. She probably thought I was getting dressed to hurry off downstairs but when Mandy cried from pleasure she saw. I looked over my shoulder and saw her watching us smiling. I then returned to my work.

Mandy pulled me out of her and jumped into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me and lowered herself onto my cock. Apparently she couldn't hold herself up anymore so I had to do it. I pushed her back against the wall and began to thrust in her once more. She had her arms wrapped around me, and she was probing my mouth with her tongue. But every so often she had to stop kissing me and scream. This constant bombardment went on for about ten minutes before I ejaculated inside Mandy.

The three of us held each other to stay warm the entire night. That night I must have doubled the amount of time I have been laid. We never told Jack and to this day we still have these little adventures. Jack wonders why Hope is always going over to me and Mandy's house, to "Talk", with Mandy.

Merry Christmas



I want to give you a Christmas present. I call you and tell you to meet me downstairs at lunchtime.

I am waiting in the car, as you get in I hand you a cell phone already dialed

"Tell them you will not be back today", you have a look of shock "DO IT!"

You do as I say then put the phone down handing you a blindfold as I drive.

"Put this on!"

You start to ask why "NOW" again you do as I say, the car makes many twist and turns. As I drive you start to ask questions "SHUT UP" is the only reply I give you.

We reach our stop. I lean over a kiss your cheeks "If you remove the blind fold all fun will stop understand? If you a good boy you will be rewarded!" you don't reply just smile.

As I help you out of the car and into a room that is cool and smells of vanilla candles, I stand in front of you and begin to take off you clothes. As I softly kiss you till you are naked. I take your hand and lead to you the bed I lay you down, then I start to tie your hands to the bed post again you start to protest "Trust me baby!" you willingly let me tie your hands and then each leg "Oh what a good boy!"

Kiss you deeply as I run my hands over your tight chest. As I pull away you feel the heat of my bare breast, the soft mount pressed to you. As I straddle you pressing my wetness into you. You moan as you feel the gentle touch of a cool hand on your ankle.


You know my hot hands are pinching your nipples. You start to panic "No sweetheart, it's ok I have invited a friend to play with us!" Your hands pull at the ties.

I giggle and move off you a tongue slide deep into your mouth and a set of hands wrap around your cock stroking you.

Your hands are tied but open as you feel a pull at both hands. your fingers are guided. Into the lips of a wet pussy. You moan as we let you play for a few minutes as we each arch to your fingers. Tickling our clits. Then we move. You moan in protest as you suddenly feel two tongues on the head of your cock. Your hips began to move as four hands touch and stroke your cock and balls as one hot wet mouth takes you in deep the other licks and sucks you balls and ass." OH YESSSSSSS " you moan we suddenly we Stop you feel yourself getting mounted as a hot wet pussy slides down on your cock

A wet pussy is lower over your face as you feverishly begin to lick.

The pussy rides your face rock on your tongue, as the on riding you clamps down around your cock tighten every muscles the moans of the pussy your licks tells you its cumming as well as the fast jolts and moans of the woman riding you.

As you balls begin to tighten two tongues are lick your head Awaiting for you hot cummmm. "OH YESSSSSSSSS " you scream as you shoot loads of cum.

As you lay there both women kissing your tongues all running together

As we dress you hear lots of movements and the door open and close.

I untie you and help you dress still blindfolded. I lead you to the car.

Worried you have said a word since you cum Back at your office I drop you at your car and unblindfold you." Merry Christmas" as I hand you a video tape. "Here to remember the day" taking the tape you whisper, "I love you." And kiss me deep With a grin "Oh baby I can't wait to see who was who!"



Merry Christmas



My wife is a restaurant supervisor. Not very exciting but she has some hot young uni students working for her.

One in particular has caught my eye. Her name is Mel and she has a tight little bubble butt you would die to get your dick between. She is also the one that seems the least interested in me and I thought would never even look twice. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad looking guy and I work out to keep myself in shape, but being nearly 15 years older than her seemed to put her off.

That all changed last Christmas when my wife decided to hold the work Christmas party at our house instead of at the pub like usual.

The day was hot without a breath of wind, so we moved the party outside to the pool area and rang the staff to remind them to bring a towel and swimmers.

As everyone started to arrive I was disappointed not to see Mel anywhere among the small crowd.

The party was going well, with the alcohol flowing freely and everyone stripped down to the basics lazing around the pool. The music was blasting and everyone seemed to be enjoying them selves. Everyone except me.

Seeing all the half naked uni students in their tiny bikini's and the warm summer sun on my body was making me extremely horny and my wife was too busy playing the perfect host to step inside and accommodate me.

I wandered inside and grabbed myself another bourbon. I rubbed the cold bottle across my chest and let it run over my nipples. Fuck I was horny.

Ducking into the bathroom I stood by the window, which overlooks the backyard and the pool, and eased my hard cock out of my board shorts.

I hadn't long begun stroking it when I heard a knock at the front door. Shit, I can't even wank in peace I thought, as I dragged my shorts back over my cock and tried to tuck it into place as best I could.

I ran to the door and opened it to find a very hot Mel in an even hotter bikini and a see through sarong.

"WOW," I exclaimed before realising I had said it out loud.

Mel looked embarrassed before looking me up and down and replying "Pretty wow yourself!" then "So, are you going to let me come in?"

"Sorry," I stammered reeling in the realisation she had actually paid me a compliment, and ushered her inside.

"Can I get you a beer, wine or bourbon?" I asked as I walked in behind her watching her incredible arse through the thin material. God she was hot!

"Bourbon would be great. Where is everyone? In the pool already?"

"Yeah, it's way cooler out there." I replied handing her the cool drink. She took a swig before enquiring how the renovations were going.

I told her the bedroom was finally finished if she would like to take a look, then blushed a little at how it had sounded. I was more then surprised when she flashed me a bright smile and said she would love to.

I led her into the room at the end of the hall and opened the door to reveal a freshly painted and redecorated room.

"Wow, you've done a fantastic job, you're quite handy,"

"Thanks," I gushed quite proud of myself. As I looked around the room at my work I failed to notice Mel close the door behind us.

When I turned back around Mel stepped towards me and placed her hands on my naked chest.

"Would you like to show me how handy you really are?"

Before I could say anything Mel stood on her toes and planted a hot wet kiss on my lips. I tried to question her but she just kissed harder and deeper.

I lowered my hands to her fat little arse and squeezed as hard as I could without hurting her.

Mel moaned deeply into my mouth before I pushed her back against the wall and lowered my head to her chest, pulling her little swimmer top to the side, and wrapped my hot wet lips around one of her pointy little tits. I felt her nipple go rock hard between my teeth. 

I replaced my mouth with my hand and started kissing down her tight stomach to her swimmer bottoms, before stopping to untie her sarong, and bury my nose deep into her swimmers. Fuck she smelt good. She already had a wet spot on her swimmers to show how much she was enjoying herself.

I pulled her pants to the side and drove my tongue straight into her wet cunt. Mel gasped and I felt her legs give a little. I pulled my tongue back out and started to suck on her hard clit.

Mel let out a soft whimper as I entered a finger into her tight pussy as I kept licking at her clit.

I could hear her begin to pant as I felt the heat rising inside her. She was just about to cum when Mel grabbed my fingers and ripped them out of herself and shoved them deep in her mouth.

"We don't have much time and I really need you to fuck me," Mel looked crazy with lust as she striped out of her bikini bottoms.

I pulled my boardies to my ankles; my hard 71/2 inches sticking straight out to attention.

Mel licked her lips as I spun her around and pressed her face up, against the wall.

I spat in my hand and rubbed it up my pole before bending my knees a little and finally let my cock rub between the perfect round globes of her arse. I nearly came there and then.

"Stop fucking around and give it to me hard," ordered Mel needing to cum more than ever in her life.

Not wanting to disappoint I slid my cock forward till I found her wet slit and drove it into her as hard and as deep as I could.

We both let out deep moans as I began to pump in and out of her tight twat .I grabbed a hand full of her golden hair to steady myself as I picked up the pace.

Mel started to rub her clit furiously as she told me she was really close. I wasn't far off cuming myself so I stuck my finger in my mouth and lubed it up.

Without missing a stroke I parted those glorious cheeks and slid my finger into her perfect little arsehole.

With a howl, Mel came hard on my cock. Her cunt muscles grabbed my dick and started to milk it as her butt clamped down hard on my finger.

I quickly pulled out of her pussy and spun Mel around. She dropped to her knees and took me deep inside her sweet little mouth.

Sucking hard I blew a huge wad of cum deep into the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop before licking all our juices off my cock and balls.

She stood and kissed me deeply, while she adjusted her clothing.

I threw my shorts back on and thanked her for the incredibly hot sex. She smiled wickedly and thanked me too.

As Mel walked out the back to join the party I strolled back into the kitchen wondering if what just happened was real.

I was startled by my wife rubbing her cold drink across my back. She gave me a long kiss before grabbing another tray of food and headed out the back.

I started to panic, wondering if she could taste Mel's pussy juice on my lips when she stuck her head back through the door.

The cheekiest grin came across her face, "Merry Christmas Baby, hope you enjoyed your present!"



Merry Christmas



It's late in the afternoon and I'm doing my Christmas shopping. I see the line up for photos with Santa Claus and decide that I want to sit on Santa's lap too. 

When the Santa photos close for the today I approach the man playing Santa Claus and ask if I could sit on his lap in private. He looks me up and down and says that he would be happy to allow a sweet young lady to sit on his lap and tell him what she wishes for Christmas. 

We go to the private room that Santa has and he sits down on a chair. "Come sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas, little girl."

I walk over to him and lower myself onto his lap. "Well, Santa, I would love to have you deliver a nice hard piece of meat to my hungry pussy."

"I just might be able to help you with your gift right now," he replies.

He slides an arm around my waist and turns me so I straddle his legs. I reach up and pull off his hat and white wig. I go to pull off his beard but he stops me. He slides his hands down my sides and down my legs. I lower my mouth to his and we kiss deeply. As we kiss I feel his hands slide up under my skirt and he slowly pushes my skirt up over my thighs and bum to my hips. I moan against his mouth as he runs his hands and fingers gently over my thighs towards my pussy. Just before he touches it he stops and lifts his hands to my breasts. I arch my back as I feel his fingers lightly brush against my nipples.

I lift my arms up and he slides my shirt up over my head. He then reaches behind me and undoes my bra. It drops to the ground and leaves my breasts exposed. Santa drops his head and takes a nipples into his mouth and I moan out load as I hold his head to my breast. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and then bites it gently. He then changes breasts and repeats the actions. My fingers drift from his hair down to grip his shoulders as pleasure surges through my body.

I slide my hands down over his chest and undo his jacket and slide it off his shoulders and down his arms. I throw the pillow out of the way and slide my hands under his shirt and lift it up to take it off him. As I slide the shirt over his head I take his beard with it. I gasp as the cloths clear his face. Santa isn't a stranger to me. It's you. I kiss you deeply again. Moaning when your hands squeeze my breasts.

I slide my hands over your chest, down your stomach to your pants and under the waist band. I touch your hard cock softly. I stand up breaking the kiss and drop to my knees between your spread legs. I grab hold of the pants and start to slide them down. You raise your hips so I can slide the pants down your legs. 

I reach out and touch your hard cock, running my fingers softly over the whole length until I come to the wet tip. I rub my thumb over it and spread your precum all over the head. I lean forward and flick my tongue out and taste you, running my tongue around the whole head before closing my lips over the knob and sucking. While I suck your knob I cup your balls and squeeze gently before I slide my hand down and press a finger against your arse.

I slide my mouth lower onto your cock and press my finger into your arse. Mmmmmmmmm, you taste so good. I start to slide my mouth up and down on your cock and I feel your fingers bury themselves in my hair to hold me there. You start to raise your hips and thrust into my mouth. You almost touch the back of my throat with every thrust. I feel your balls start to tighten against my hand as I finger your arse. Suddenly you groan as you squirt your hot cum into my mouth. Your fingers hold me there to make sure I get every drop. 

I pull away with my mouth full of cum and I swallow it but a little bit escapes my mouth. I flick my tongue out to catch the drop. Tastes sweet, I think Santa has been stealing lollies. 

I stand up and lean over and kiss you. You stand up and grab your discarded Santa suit and spread it on the floor. You grab me around the waist and pull me to you and we kiss deeply. You can taste your cum on my lips. You drop us to the floor and lay me on my back while still kissing me. You move your mouth from mine and bite my neck making me moan softly. You lick down my neck to my shoulders and then down to my breasts. Your hands are running over my soft belly making the muscles there jump. 

Your lips close over a nipple and I arch up against you, wanting more. You bite my nipple and hear me whimper so you bite me again, a little harder until I moan. You run your tongue over my nipple before changing to the other one. I feel your hand drifting lower on my belly and brushing against my skirt. You take your mouth from my breast and shift to take my skirt off me. I raise my hips and you slide it off and down my legs. Your mouth comes back to my breasts as your hands drifts to my pussy and softly parts my lips.

I moan as I feel your fingers gently touch me and then you slide a finger into me. You start to move it in and out of me and then you add another. I raise my hips off the ground to press against your hand. Your mouth moves down to my belly and you bite my gently then suck on the spot, leaving a love bite. As your fingers are moving in and out of me you press your thumb against my clit and you hear me sigh. 

You shift down between my spread legs and I feel your mouth against my inner thighs. I spread my legs further in askance for your mouth on me. With your other hand you part my lips further and run your tongue around my clit but not touch it. I whimper as the pleasure surges through me. You close your lips around my clit and suck gently. My hands bury in your hair and raise my hips off the ground as I press your face tighter against my throbbing pussy. You start flicking your tongue over my clit as you finger fuck me a little faster. I'm moaning so much now as I get closer to cumming. You can feel me tightening around your fingers so your slide one down to my arse and slide it into my tight hole. 

Your mouth is doing magic things to me and I cant hold back anymore. I cum hard enough that I squirt a little as my body shudders from the pleasure you are giving me. You lick up my cum with relish, enjoying my sweet nectar. While I am getting my breath back you shift up onto your knees between my legs. You lean down and kiss me, our tongues touching. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue and it turns me on more. You shift back and slide your hands down my sides to my legs and down to my knees.

You lift my legs and place them on your shoulders. You shift a little closer and rub your cock against my tingling pussy. You press your cock against my entrance and slide into me a little, making me whimper. You pull back and then move forward a bit further. You are driving me crazy and I start to beg for you to bury yourself in me. I reach forward and grab your arse and as I thrust my hips up I pull you towards me and I feel you slide fully into me. We both groan as my pussy muscles tighten around your cock. Ohhhhhh god that feels great. You slide back out and then slam into me, again and again. You grab my arse and lift me higher off the ground. Our thrusts are getting faster and harder and you are driving me crazy. I'm moaning your name, begging you to bring me to orgasm.

I feel the shudders starting deep in me as I tighten around your hard pulsing cock. I scream your name as my orgasm hits me fully and I feel you stiffen as you pour your hot cum deep in me. You collapse on me and I wrap my legs and arms around you. As we lay there catching our breaths I say to you, "Thank you Santa, I really love my present but I think I would like to try it out again very soon."



Merry Christmas



Merry Christmas- Ho ho ho!



My girlfriend's mother insisted that we spend Christmas at her house this year having celebrated the previous few at my house. I didn't get along with my girlfriend's mother, then again neither did any of her own family for that matter. She was loud, interfering and never stopped meddling in the lives of her children. I had just arrived at the house after finishing a 12 hour shift, far from an ideal way to spend Christmas Eve but I guess that's what you get working in the retail industry, and already I had a feeling that this was going to be an unbearable few days. The silver lining came when my girlfriend told me that her and her parents were going to head to the pub for a few hours. I excused myself saying that I was too tired and wanted to take a nap. True, I was exhausted but I had no interested in sleeping, just getting a few hours peace. My girlfriend kissed me on the cheek and hurried out the door behind her parents.

I grabbed a six pack of beer from the fridge and began to flick through the stations on the TV, but as usual it was a mixture of cheesy Christmas themed movies and re-runs of old favourites. After a while I flicked on to the more erotic channels and got myself comfortable on the couch. I had no intention of masturbating right there on their couch but I did begin to fondle my now growing erection through my pants and soon enough I began to get very hard. The porn was only a soft-core movie but my cock grew harder as I imagined acting out what I was watching with a co-worker named Karla. I was halfway through the six beers and giving serious consideration to a little fun time on my own when I heard someone trying to put a key in the door. I changed the channel, sat up and made my pants as baggy as possible to hide my cock, disappointed and surprised that they were already home after only half an hour. It seemed to take an age for the key to find the keyhole and when it did the door swung open clattering off the wall. It was slammed shut again and to my surprise a lone pair of heels came clunking down the hall. The living room door opened and it was my girlfriend's sister Sarah, looking a little worse for wear.

"Oh, hey Eoin, Merry Christmas!" She giggled as she moved towards me to give me a hug. I got up and reached out tenderly hoping for a quick embrace. Sarah, however moved in close, and I could feel my still semi erect cock press against her stomach. I could also smell the alcohol off her breath; she had been at a party at a friend's house since pretty early in the day enjoying her first half year of drinking having turned 18 in August. She backed off awkwardly, a combination of the drink and the heels but there were no tell-tale signs of her having noticed my cock.

"So where is everyone?" She said, leaving the room to hang up her jacket.

"Oh, there at the pub, they left about 30 minutes ago," I replied sitting back down, glad my erection was subsiding.

"Ah, some peace and quiet at least huh?" She quipped coming back in and sitting on the couch next to me and picking up one of the beers.

"Until you came thundering in the door anyway," I joked. 

My cock, having just got soft from my little fantasy nearly sprung back to life as I watched her take a swig out of her beer. Sarah was easily the most attractive girl in the family, taller and more filled out than my very petite girlfriend, with a nice set of boobs and voluptuous ass for her 18 years. She had dark blonde hair down to her shoulder, big brown eyes, pronounced cheekbones and a moody but sexy demeanour. I didn't spend much time in this house and therefore didn't see much of her, only occasionally in pyjamas and slippers or sweats. Yet seeing her now in a sleek black dress up above her knees, dark stockings and a pair of heels as well as with her face made up brought it home to me how attractive she was.

Are you sure you need another drink?" I laughed, just wanting to say something to interrupt my own thoughts.

"Oh come on Eoin, who are you my parents? Besides, it's Christmas!" she reasoned.

"I can't believe you're watching this Eoin, such a big softy!" She laughed.

I had put on the Santa Clause 3 with Tim Allen apparently when changing the channel. With that she reached across my body to grab the remote on the other side. If her eyes followed the path of her hand it would have been impossible for her not to notice that I was far from a 'big softy' right then. She made an awkward throat clearing noise and suddenly seemed rather uncomfortable. I didn't know whether I should say something or just keep quiet, get through the next few days and hope she forgot all about it. I grabbed another beer and tried to focus on the TV. After about 20 minutes, Sarah said that she was tired and was heading to bed. It was only 9.30, but I was glad she was bringing an end to the tension. 

"Goodnight, Merry Christmas" she said and hurried out of the room.

I polished off the last beer and was in desperate need of a pee. I didn't want to disturb Sarah any more tonight so I crept quietly up the stairs without turning the light at the top on. The bathroom was at the very bottom so I walked on my toes down towards it. I heard a voice in Sarah's room and presumed she was on the phone. I was about to turn the light on now that I didn't need to be quiet but as I reached for the switch I heard that Sarah's conversation wasn't exactly with another person.

"Did I give you that big bulge in your pants Eoin? Did I do that to you baby? Ya, I bet you want to see what it's like to be with a real woman, you know my sister is too small to fuck properly don't you?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It sounded as if Sarah was masturbating to the thought of me fucking her. I had no doubt that she was attracting plenty of interest from guys her own age and even though I'm only 4 years older I had never really thought about her that way before tonight. She was only 15 when I started dating her sister. But now here she was a gorgeous 18 year old wanting to be with me.

"Ya, give it to me baby, oh that feels so good. Ya, right there!" She carried on.

I tried to creep closer but stepped on the wrong part of the floor and made a creaking noise. Suddenly Sarah stopped. Silence. I crept back the way I came, quietly but quickly, I stepped around the corner as I heard her door open. I quickly moved down the stairs and back to the living room. My heart was pounding. It all seemed like a dream. I sat there quietly, listening. Nothing. I waited 5 minutes. Nothing. I was still bursting for a pee so I crept to the back door at the opposite side of the house to the stairs. I stepped outside and relieved myself into the darkness. It seemed to go on forever. I stepped back inside and quietly shut the door and moved back towards the living room. I noticed the light was off but I didn't remember turning it off. I stepped into the doorway and my heart skipped a beat. Sarah was lying on the couch, with one leg up on it and her arms wrapped around it. She was in the same clothes as earlier. Without the light I could see the top of her stockings but between was a dark void.

"I couldn't sleep," she said, her voice trembling and a look of nervous excitement across her face.

My brain refused to accept that this was really happening but insisted I go check it out. My legs weren't as obliging and I stayed rooted to the spot. Eventually I moved awkwardly across the room and sat where I had done earlier alongside Sarah. She turned, now lying lengthways on the couch as I stared straight ahead at the TV, unsure what else to do. I noticed her head turn that way too and then she turned on the movie I had started to watch when she arrived home. Again I was processing the information and having difficulty believing it. My cock strained against my pants and I prayed for Sarah to scream 'fuck me' or give me some other obvious sign... And then she did.

She reached her foot across toward my now raging erection and touched it. It was a tentative touch, an unsure touch, but a touch. I turned my head. She bit her lip and stared into my eyes. She withdrew her legs under her and pushed herself onto her knees. I was frozen in place. She leaned in and our lips met. A brief kiss. I knew it was now or never to stop it. I pulled back wanting to be mature and stop it, but desperately wanting not to at the same time. It didn't matter; she grabbed my head and locked her lips onto mine. This time our tongues met. They explored each other for the first time, mine savouring her cherry lip gloss. She dropped her other hand into my lap, squeezing my cock. I nearly came there and then but didn't dare. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, wanting to get my tongue as deep into her throat as possible. She moaned as we kissed frantically and sloppily. I pulled her head close and went to work on her neck. I licked and nibbled it and she loved it as much as her sister, digging her nails into my back. I left a trail of saliva all the way from her shoulder up to her ear and began to nibble on her lobe. Sarah squeezed my cock hard through my pants and ran the other through my hair. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to hers. Her beautiful brown eyes burned with lust and her breathing was shallow and laboured.

In a moment of maturity I asked, "are you sure you wanna do this?"

I regretted giving her an out immediately, but she just smiled and said, "I've wanted this a looong time. I just didn't know you did. Maybe we should, eh, take this upstairs."

She got off the couch and walked elegantly to the door. She turned, licked her lips, and disappeared around the corner. I sprung from my seat and followed. I took the stairs in a trance, mesmerised by her ass as it swayed. I walked in the door and Sarah moved close, leaning up on her toes to reach my mouth. I wrapped an arm around her and started to kiss her again. I was a little more comfortable with my boner pressing against her this time. I pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.

"Christmas has come early it seems", I joked.

Sarah moaned in approval and then replied seductively, "maybe it has, but you better not!"

Our mouths met again, our hands exploring each other's body, everything so new and exciting. Sarah grabbed my ass, pulling me close. My left hand came to a rest on her breast. I gently ran her hardening nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling her perky boob heaving under my hand. My right hand went further south. I ran it down her side, over her hip and carried on down her leg. Then I doubled back up and under her dress. She paused and held me tight. I looked to slide her panties down but realised she wasn't wearing any. I moved my trembling hand to her pussy. I touched. She moaned. She was soaking. I ran my finger around her lips and locked my mouth back on hers. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as my finger found her clit. I began rubbing across it quickly. I moved my hand away and sat up. I saw the disappointment in her inquisitive face. I smiled and backed off the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge.

"You want me to eat it baby?" I asked, staring into her eyes.

"God yes", was all she could manage as she began to massage her boobs.

I slid the dress up above her hips, exposing her smooth pussy. I inhaled the sweet smell of it and tentatively licked her lips. She groaned loudly. I quickly licked again. She groaned again.

"Please Eoin, please baby!" She pleaded.

I wanted to tease her more but I was as desperate to taste her as she was for me to eat her. I spread her lips with my fingers and dove straight in to her clit. I licked feverishly at it and she began to moan more loudly now. My tongue darted all around her clit as she thrashed around under me. I moved my hands to her ass pulling her pussy as close as I could. Suddenly she started thrashing even more. 

"Yes, oh yes Eoin don't stop. Lick it, lick it, LICK IT!!"

Her back arched and I held her pussy close as she came. I was surprised she had come already; she was even hornier than I thought. When her breathing returned to normal I moved my tongue lower, licking at the entrance to her beautiful pussy. I could taste her juices as they seeped out onto my tongue. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, my nose rubbing against her clit. I pulled it out, stood up and crawled alongside her on the bed. I kissed her again, making her taste her own juices.

"Mmmm, now it's my turn! She purred. "Would you like that?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Good, I've thought about that cock enough times, it's about time I got it in my mouth."

She was really turning me on with her dirty talk and seemed a lot more confident now. She pushed me onto my back and slowly unzipped me. She pulled my pants and boxers off together and my cock sprung out.

"Hmmm, well hello there", she said taking it in her hand and massaging the full length. My cock was a pretty normal six and a half inches but seemed an inch or two longer right then. Sarah's eyes were fixed on it as she continued to run her hand up and down the shaft, her lips inching closer to the head. I could feel her breath on it and she slowly stuck her tongue out and licked my head.

"I guess it's my turn to tease now huh?" She mused. "You want me to suck it honey? Tell me you want me to suck it."

I was surprised at how she was taking control but enjoyed it. I lifted my hips off the bed moving it closer to her mouth and said "I need you to suck me Sarah; I need you to take me in your mouth".

With that she lowered her mouth over the head, still stroking the shaft. She took the first couple of inches in her mouth and sucked loudly. She took it back out with a plop and grinned. I thought she was going to tease me again but instead she started to lick the head. Her tongue moved all around and then she started at the base and licked the length, before taking it back in her mouth. She continued sucking and jacking and it wasn't long before I felt my balls tightening. 

"Shit, I'm close Sarah." I warned.

She took the hint and stopped sucking. I stood up and pulled her dress off, she moved to roll down her stockings but I told her to leave them on. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth as I rolled the other between my fingers.

"Eoin baby, I need you to fuck me." Sarah pleaded.

I tossed her on the bed and crawled between her legs. I lined my cock up with her pussy and rubbed it against the entrance. I wanted to enter her so bad, but wanted to retake control too.

"You want it baby? You want me to stick my cock in your tight little pussy?"

"Yes Eoin, yes. Put it in baby, I need you to fuck me!"

Her pussy was somehow after getting even wetter and I knew I wouldn't need any extra lubrication. I took a deep breath and pushed my cock into her. Her pussy was really tight, but it was so wet that my cock slid all the way in, taking us both by surprise. 

"Oh shit! I came again!" Sarah shouted.

I began to slide my cock in and out of her slowly, savouring every stroke. Her pussy was like a glove on my cock, milking it for all it was worth. I reached up and grabbed a breast, maintaining the slow pace, enjoying the incredible sensation. Sarah wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in tight, and started encouraging me.

"Mmmm, your cock is so big in my pussy. Ya, fills me up real nice."

"Oh, you're so fucking tight. It feels amazing."

"I'm not tiny like my sister, you can fuck me properly. You want that baby? You wanna fuck me good?

I didn't answer; instead I grabbed her ankles and put her legs over my shoulders. I pushed up on the balls of my feet above her, using her legs as leverage. I bent my knees to get lower and began to pound my cock into her. My balls slapped off her ass as I fucked her faster and faster.

"Oh shit, oh fuck Eoin!" Sarah screamed pulling my head close. "That feels so fucking good, harder, harder, HARDER!!"

Hearing her screaming into my ear drove me crazy and I fucked her with all I had. She put her hands on my chest, her nails digging into me. I felt no pain as all my focus was on my cock as it slammed into her sweet pussy over and over and over again.

"Oh, oh, ooohhh, so close baby, so close!" She yelled, her hands moving to my ass to pull me in.

I felt close myself but didn't want it to end. I slammed my prick all the way into her as she screamed, writhing in ecstasy.

"CUMMING, I'm...cumming...making me cum so good...SO GOOD." She moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head.

I pulled out as her orgasm subsided. Her eyes were glazed and she didn't seem to be aware of where she was. I was overcome with passion and rolled her over. I pulled her back by the waist and jammed my cock right back inside her. She grunted in a cocktail of surprise and pleasure. I began to fuck her with long strokes, my cock filling her pussy perfectly. She eventually began to regain her senses and started to push back against me, matching me stroke for stroke. Having made her cum three times I intended to just pound her until I came. That all changed with one little sentence.

"I wanna ride that cock sweetie", she moaned.

I nearly came right then but instead I pulled out and lay back. She spun around quickly and positioned her dripping wet pussy over my cock. She lowered herself onto my meat slowly, a big O formed on her mouth. She locked her hands behind my head and I placed mine on her sexy ass. She rocked back and forth on my cock.

"You like that baby? You like me riding your cock?"

"Oh ya, oh fuck ya Sarah. Fuck me!"

"OH! Ohhh yessss! You wanna cum Eoin? You want me to make you cum?"

"God yes! I wanna cum all over you!" I screamed. 

Sarah picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on my cock. I could sense that she was getting close again and I wasn't far behind her. Then she said the magic words to make it a perfect night.

"I'm on the pill baby! Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum!"

"Oh fuck Sarah!! Oh shit, Sarah I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!!!"

"Me too babe...me too. Cum for me...cum...for...me. Yes...yes...OH GOD YES!"

With that she impaled herself on my cock one last time and I shot my load deep inside her. She collapsed on my chest, both of us spent. Eventually she sat up and looked into my eyes and said "Merry Christmas baby!"



Merry Christmas



It was Christmas Eve. Jesse and Grace sat together on the couch in front of the fire, snuggled together and enjoying being close. It had been a while since they were able to just sit together like this and they wanted to savor every moment of it. The room was pleasantly warm from the fire that crackled in the fireplace; snow fell softly outside the window blanketing the world. The only light in the room came from the fire place and a few candles scattered about and of course the Christmas in the corner. They had decided to go with a real tree this year and its earthy pine scent filled the room along with the smell of ginger bread that Grace had baked a little while ago.

Jesse had her arms wrapped around her lover, loving how Grace seemed to fit perfectly against her. "I have something for you." She whispered softly into her lover's ear.

"What is it?" Grace asked as a small smile touched her lips.

"Close your eyes." Jesse said and waited for Grace to do so before getting off the couch and taking a small box out of the Christmas tree branches. She sat back down beside Grace and placed it in her hands.

Feeling the velvet covered box in her slender fingers Grace opened her eyes. "Jesse!" She grinned. "We said we weren't giving gifts on Christmas Eve."

"I know." Jesse was smiling from ear to ear. "But I couldn't wait."

Excitement made Grace's green eyes sparkle as she carefully opened up the small box. She kept telling herself it wasn't what she thought it was. It couldn't be. It had to be a pair of earrings. But as soon as the lid snapped open with a soft creak she gasped and her hand flew to cover her mouth. "Jesse!"

Inside the box, nestled in pearly white satin was a beautiful 18k yellow gold engagement ring with a 2.5 caret pear shaped diamond with two smaller round diamonds on either side of it. It was gorgeous and must've cost a fortune. Tears stung Grace's eyes as she looked at it. "Jesse?"

Jesse took Grace's hand in her own and kissed it. "I love you Grace with all my heart. Marry me?"

There wasn't a moment's hesitation in Grace's reply. She threw her arms around Jesse's neck and hugged her tightly. "Yes, yes, yes! Of course yes!" Tears rolled down both their faces as they kissed. Jesse took the box and carefully took the ring out before slipping it onto Grace's ring finger. It fit perfectly.

Grace shifted so she was sitting on Jesse's lap, her arms still around her lover's neck. "I love you so much Jessica."

Jesse grinned. "I love you too Grace." And with that she leaned in and captured Grace's lips with her own. The kiss started out gentle, loving and slow, but they couldn't hold back the lust and passion that soon burned its way into their kiss. Jesse tightened her arms around Grace as the kiss turned brutal. Soft moans started to fill the room as the lovers lost themselves in each other. When they finally came up for air their faces were flushed and both gasping for air like they had ran a mile. "Upstairs."

Both women stood up and made their way quickly up the steps to their bedroom. The moment they were in the room their lips were locked again in a passionate kiss. Hands snatched at clothes and tossed them across the room as they made their way to the bed. Zippers were quickly unzipped, buttons forced opened and bras ripped off carelessly as they fell onto the bed, still locked at the lips. Grace smiled down at her fiancé and straddled her hips, grinding herself on top of her. "You make me so happy." She purred as she leaned down to lick teasingly along Jesse's neck making her gasp and moan. She ground their breasts together feeling her lover's hard nipples press against her own. Slowly she placed feather light kissed on Jesse's chest, teasing each hard nipple with a light lick. But now wasn't the time for teasing. Now was a time to let out their lust and passion for each other. Grace sucked Jesse's hard nipple into her mouth and sucked hard on it while she ground her pussy against the lump at Jesse's groin.

Jesse had a secret that most people didn't know. It wasn't something she was really ashamed of anymore because it was a part of who she was but she understood that most people wouldn't understand and would be freaked out about it. But Jesse was a hermaphrodite. She had a 9'in fully functional cock and balls right where her vagina should be. Only a few people know about her condition. Her parents and doctors obviously, her best friend and Grace.

Grace was so wet and couldn't wait to feel that hard, dick plunging deep inside her. While her mouth worked on Jesse's hard, rubbery nipples her hands traveled down her body to hook into Jesse's boxers. Slowly she slid down her lovers' body, taking the purple boxers with her. She slid then down Jesse's long, shapely legs then moved back up to grab the erect, dick that was sitting proudly at the woman's groin. Her small delicate hand wrapped around the veined 9'in monster and stroked it while looking Jesse in the eyes.

Jesse had pushed herself up on her elbows to watch what Grace was doing to her. Light flutters of pleasure radiated from her hard length making her moan softly. But when Grace took the head into her mouth and gave it a loving suck Jesse nearly blew her load right then and there. Grace's hot wet mouth was doing wonders to her. Slowly she took more and more of Jesse into her mouth, her tongue caressed the rock hard flesh as it touched the back of her throat then slid down it. Jesse's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hand found its way into Grace's hair and fisted there as the woman's head bobbed up and down. Her cock twitched and throbbed like a second heart beat in her lover's throat. "Oh God Grace! I'm gonna cum!"

Grace pulled off and smiled wickedly. "Not yet my love." She grabbed the base of Jesse's cock and squeezed cutting off her orgasm. "I want all of that inside me." She pushed Jesse flat on her back and climbed over her, positioning herself over Jesse monster. Slowly, tortuously slow she lowered her hot sheath onto Jesse's pole. It was all Jesse could do not to grab her fiancés hips and slam into her. Grace shuddered when Jesse bottomed out in her and ground their pelvis together. "God you're so deep!" She rose up til just the head was left inside her before slamming down hard causing them both to moan. Leaning forward so her tits hung in Jesse's face she rode her lover hard, her ass bouncing, the slap, slap of wet flesh filled the room along with their moans.

Jesse leaned up a little and captured one of Grace's nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting like she knew Grace loved. Her hard cock was being flooded by Grace's love nectar. It flooded down her pole and soaked her balls. Her balls started to tingle and tighten and she knew she was close to cumming again. But she wouldn't cum just yet. She would wait; hold out til Grace had her satisfaction first. She flipped them so Grace was under her, her hips speeding up and pistioned in and out of her lover like a well-oiled machine. "Yes. Yes! Fuck me Jesse!" Grace's nails raked down Jesse's smooth back leaving delicious trails of pain. "Fuck me! Oh my God!"

Grace's belly rippled and tensed as a powerful orgasm built up deep inside her. Her hot pussy spasmed and clinched Jesse moving meat in a tight wet fist. "Give it to me baby, cum in me. Fuck a baby into me!"

Jesse's rhythm faltered a little as she stared, shocked, into Grace's eyes. "You...you want......"

Grace smiled up at her lover as sweat dripped off her forehead. "Yes. I want to have your baby." She panted out.

That was the most erotic thing Jesse had ever heard. Her thrusts sped up once again and she slammed hard into her wife. "Yes! Yes let's make a baby!" She grabbed Grace's ass and lifted her up a bit for a better angle. She could feel her cum boiling in her balls. "Cum for me baby. Cum for me so I can cum and make a baby in you!" That's all Grace needed to hear. Her orgasm came barreling down on her like a train and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her pussy clamped down on Jesse's cock and flooded her with juice. That was all Jesse could take. She slammed in hard and held herself deep as she erupted deep into Graces womb. She grunted, groaned and screamed as she emptied her essence into her lover. When their orgasms finally faded they collapsed in each other's arms, one sweaty panting mess.

"I love you so much." Grace panted and cuddled close to Jesse.

"I love you too baby." Jesse kissed her lover gently and pulled the covers over them before they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



Merry Christmas



"Merry Christmas, Babe. I didn't want to leave this in your stocking", you say with a faint quiver in her voice.

I had just entered the bedroom as we prepared for bed after arranging all of Santa's gifts around the tree. Having gone on a bit before me, you had changed into a beautiful and sexy emerald silky nightgown. The color accentuates the red of your hair nicely. Your amazing breasts are outlined in the soft lighting that faintly highlight your hard nipples. Your creamy thighs are revealed by slits in the gown that end tantalizingly at the bottom of your buttocks. Your long legs taper gracefully to reveal a pair of matching marabou stiletto pumps. You are stunning.

"Thank you, Baby!" I exclaim and move towards you, thinking that the nightgown and all that its shimmering silk contains is my gift. After a couple of steps, I see a slight hesitation in your eyes, and only then, notice that you were concealing something behind your back.

"You mean there is more?!" I ask with a smile.

"I hope you like it", you say extending what can only be a photo frame wrapped with a small bow in the corner.

As I take the gift and sit on the edge of the bed, I say "Baby, what I see is more than enough of a gift for me, but thank you."

Tearing the corner of the paper reveals a simple, but elegant, black frame. What is revealed within the frame causes me a small gasp. There behind the glass is you. You are wearing the same emerald green gown, reclining provocatively on huge brass bed against a large pile of assorted pillows. The slit in the gown shows the slight swell of your butt and your legs are extended luxuriously towards the camera. Your toes, sporting a polish that matches the gown, extend from the ends of the same stilettos I had admired mere moments ago. The thin straps of the gown had fallen off of your shoulders and lay loosely around your arms and your breasts were fully filling the laced bodice of the gown. As captivating as the pose was, the look on your face causes a stirring in my groin. The look is something of a mixture of "come hither" and "I'm about to rock your world."

"Well, do you hate it?' You ask, a little anxiously.

Stirring from my admiring the picture, I realize that you have now repeated the question. Having already asked it once and received no response from me. The nervousness in your voice is a little more detectable than before.

"It's absolutely stunning!" I respond. Probably a lot faster than normal, but my heart rate has jumped up a few notches.

You look a little relieved. Sliding your hand up the leg of my pajamas, you say "I can see now that you must like it... at least a little." And with that you give my growing erection a gentle squeeze and smile.

As I continue to stare at the photo, I comment that "I love that you would do this for me, Babe. I just can't believe that you would get a picture this risqué taken by a stranger. Strangely, it makes it even a little hotter. Where and when did you have it done?"

As you sit down beside me, still lightly grasping my crotch, you say, "I was at the school several weeks ago waiting for pick-up and I overheard two other moms talking. They both looked to be at least my age. One actually looks quite a bit older. And while I'm not bragging, I think that I look much better than either of them. They both seem a little too prim and proper for my taste. It was the subject matter of their conversation that caught my attention. The younger woman was telling the other how much she appreciated her referring her to some photographer. She said that it had been a very memorable experience and that she was planning on using him a lot more in the future. At first I thought they were talking about family portraits or something like that. Then the older one said that she could believe how hot and bothered she had gotten being photographed "like that." Well, that sort of piqued my interest, you know?"

Continuing your story you say, "The younger of the two then said something about how she had practically molested her husband for a solid week after her shoot. And they talked about how at ease the photographer made them while making them feel like they were the sexiest women on earth. They couldn't believe some of the things they did and the poses that they actually "wanted" to do. I could see them getting a little flushed just talking about it. Their obvious excitement overcame their attempts to be discrete and their voices actually got a little louder as they spoke. They both went on and on about how much their husbands had loved their photos and how much their "bedroom life" had improved.

I pipe in with a raspy "I can certainly believe that!" while never taking my eyes from the frame

As you lightly run your finger along the outline of my cock, which was now straining against the flannel material, you comment that you can see how much I am obviously enjoying the picture.

"Oh I am. I am", I reply. "Please don't stop."

Smiling now you ask, "With my story or with my petting?" Your earlier anxiety is gone and a devilish gleam in your eyes is now evident.

"Yes", is all the response I can muster.

"If you insist," you say with a smile. "Well, by this point I think I had abandoned any pretense of reading my book and was actually leaning forward trying to hear every word of their conversation. I was totally hooked. I was so caught up in the whole slightly taboo vibe that they were giving off. I mean, you know me, I don't usually care what other people do as long as it doesn't affect me, right? I didn't know why their conversation captivated me quite so much, but it did."

"Go on." I say. And then almost begging I add, "Please."

Looking me hard in the eye, giving my cock a little squeeze and smiling, you say, "Oh, so you're hooked, too, huh?"

I look back at the framed photo and simply nod.

With another little squeeze, you continue, "Where was I? Oh yes, so they were practically giddy discussing the response they had received from their husbands after receiving their gifts. Then the younger woman looked mischievously at the other and said, "It's been a long time since I felt the way I felt being there in front of Blake. It just felt so naughty. I mean I was terrified being in that neighborhood. And that building looked a little rundown. I think that being on the wrong side of town and the seediness of it all got me a little excited before we even started shooting. Just knowing that I was about to be half dressed and helpless made me nervous and excited at the same time." The older woman nodded eagerly and chimed in with, "Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way when I arrived." Then the younger one went on with a teenage-girl-crush-look on her face and almost gushed, "And aren't Blake and his assistant some of the nicest looking hunks of men you've ever seen?" "Um-hmmm." Was all that the older one could manage before the younger one said, "They were so reassuring and complimentary! It's no surprise that I was able to feel so comfortable and confident during the shoot." Then giggling, she added, "And you could tell that they really enjoyed their jobs." The older woman started fanning herself with her hand like she was suddenly in a heat wave and laughingly replied, "I know! They must love their work in a big way, because..."

You look down at the picture, which still has my rapt attention, and go on, "I was blatantly eavesdropping by then. I was trying to figure out their meaning when the school bell rang, obscuring the last part of what they said. I almost asked for them to repeat it, but the buzz of all the kids coming out of the school made any further discussion impossible. On the drive home, I replayed the conversation I had heard over in my mind. But by the time I got home, the homework, laundry, dinner and all the other things that demand my attention pretty much washed it all out of my head."

"Then one morning the next week, after you kissed me goodbye and left for work, I couldn't go back to sleep. The book I was reading wasn't really grabbing me, so I just laid there trying to will myself up out of bed to start my daily routine. When out if the blue, the eavesdropped conversation popped into my head. As I recounted what I had overheard in my mind, I felt myself getting a little excited. My curiosity got the better of me. I knew I had sometime before preparing for school that I could use doing a little computer research. I remembered that the ladies had referred to "Blake" as the photographers name and that his studio was on the "wrong side" of town. It took a little while, but I found a photographer's website that I was pretty sure had to be the right one. Just as I started to click the link, I heard the stirring in the house that told me that my research would have to wait."

"After I got back from the school drop off, I fixed a bowl of cereal, poured a glass of milk and sat back down at the computer. There behind the screensaver was the site and I was barely able to start clicking before I was interrupted again. Just as the screen changed, the phone rang. "Fuck!" I shouted and walked over to see who was calling. Seeing that it was a telemarketer, I went back to the computer and couldn't believe my eyes. There on the screen was a webpage that could have just as easily been for Olan Mills or any other family photographer! It didn't seem possible, but I re-ran my Google search and came to the conclusion that this HAD to be the guy. I mean how many photographers in this town are named Blake and have a studio in a seedy part of town? So I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the screen. A very pleasant sounding young man answered the phone and I found that I couldn't speak. He said "Hello?" a couple more times and I screwed up my courage and blurted out that I had been referred by some fellow mother's from our school who had had some "boudoir" photos taken for their husbands. But that looking on his website, it looked like I might have been mistaken."

"Oh no." The voice answered with a hint of a chuckle. "I believe you have the correct number. We don't advertise those particular services publically. But we have an abundance of experience with that particular genre of shoot. Quite frankly, risqué shoots make up well over 50% of our income. We've found that word of mouth is more than enough advertising for us."

"I think I managed a half intelligible "uhhhh", before he asked if I would like to meet for a preliminary consultation to see if I was interested in doing an actual shoot. Half in a haze, I made an appointment for the next morning. I think I wanted to do it before I chickened out."

I manage to stutter a barely comprehensible, "I see. Go on."

"Are you sure you aren't upset with me for doing this?" you ask, sounding a little worried again.

"Hell, no!" I answer. "It's a little hard to really put into words. As you can tell, I am thoroughly enjoying the picture..." motioning down to my groin, "...and I have a small pit in my stomach that I think is a little jealousy. The two emotions are kind of fighting inside me and excitement and lust seem to be winning at the moment."

"OK. Then I'll go on if you're sure you want to hear it. I don't want to upset you. Should I keep going?" You ask.

"Please", I say.

"OK. If you are sure", you say teasingly while rubbing my rock hard cock.

"I'm sure" I groan.

"Well, I dropped off at school and then came home, showered, did my hair and make-up, and then picked out a pair of jeans and a casual sweater. I wanted to look nice, but I didn't want to get all sexy'ed up, you know. But, I must admit that I wore the little lacy undies that you like so much. It was a little surprising, but I was actually getting a little excited at the thought of going there. Not just like I was eagerly anticipating going. I mean I was anticipating it. But I was getting a little sexually excited, too. The whole butterflies in the stomach routine -- only in a good way."

"So I drove across town. Now, I'll admit that I was a little scared driving to the building. It really isn't in a good part of town. I kept thinking about all the times I would ask about going somewhere and you would tell me that I couldn't go there alone. This felt a little like that. But it was broad daylight and I didn't really see anything or anybody that should scare me. I found the address and it was a huge building in decent shape. It had a fenced-in parking area with a few really nice cars already inside. There was a gate with an intercom next to it so that I could drive up, roll down the window and push the button. The same voice that I spoken to on the phone the day before asked me if he could help me. I gave him my name and he welcomed me and told me to come on in. The gate slid open and then closed as soon as I had driven through. At that point, I was hoping I wasn't making a mistake, but I was already there, right?"

"I parked close to the building with the drivers' side door closest to the building in case I needed to run to the car and drive away fast. I realize now I was just being silly, of course. The solid steel door opened into a tasteful, well decorated lobby. It was open and spacious with just enough of the industrial vibe to be cool. The walls were covered with a mix of the usual family portrait poses and several really creative, eclectic still-lifes and landscapes. Just saying that probably makes it sound as though it shouldn't work, but in that setting it really did. So anyway, I was standing just inside the door, taking it all in and gathering my nerves when out walked a nice-looking, fairly well built and toned young man. Well, I say "young," but he was probably about my age. He had an easy, confident, but not cocky, air about him.

"He gave a very pleasant smile as he greeted me, "Mrs. Stone, welcome to our studio. I hope you found us without too much trouble." I told him that I had no trouble what so ever."

"Please come this way to Blake's office. Can I take your coat and get you a coffee, tea, or water?"

"Well, I was too nervous to even think about drinking anything. You know how I have to pee all the time when I'm nervous."

"Blake's office was fairly large, with a small table and four chairs to one side for reviewing proofs, I assume. It had the typical beautifully finished executive style desk with a matching credenza behind it and two leather arm chairs in its front. The wall above the credenza was all glass with a glass door in the left hand corner. The windows and door opened into a large studio space with an impressive array of lighting set-ups and backdrops hanging from the ceiling. The usual portrait props lined the outside walls. You know, out of the way, but close enough to grab quickly. It was a really nice set up. In the other corner of the office was a solid door that was painted out to blend with the wall. As the assistant - I learned his name was Craig - hung my coat on the coat tree, he looked towards the desk and seemed puzzled."

"Hmm", he said. "Blake must be running a little long on his shoot. Would you like to observe a bit to get a feel for what you may be doing?" he asked.

"Well, I was a little puzzled, too. I looked out in the studio and there wasn't anyone there. I wasn't sure where Blake could be shooting. But, I was game so I said, "Sure."

"Craig asked me to follow him and started towards the solid door in the corner. Opening it, we entered into a small, dark vestibule that was dimly lit by a faint red light hidden out of sight somewhere. Pulling the door closed behind us, Craig explained that the vestibule kept light from the offices from messing up the photo lighting in case someone opened the door. And I guessed that made sense. Craig crossed the small room and opened the left hand of two matching doors set about six feet apart. Inside I saw a long narrow room with two tiers of seating arranged to face a large piece of glass set in the right side wall. Craig motioned me have a seat. He said he would let Blake know that I was here and he backed out of the room closing the door behind him."

"Well, I picked a seat in the front row and had a seat. What I saw through the glass was surprising. There was a whole other studio here. And while the backdrops and lighting rigs may have been similar to portrait studio, the rest of the studio was definitely different! Where luxurious arm chairs, benches, and portrait props were in the other studio, I saw a big canopy bed decked out in lace, Victorian red velvet chaises, and brightly colored, overstuffed sofas. There were several animal skin rugs, you know a bearskin, a lion skin, and even a zebra skin. In the darkened back corner I saw a few leather clad things that I can only assume were based on torture chamber fixtures. Only they weren't all that scary looking. But they were definitely designed to hold someone in various positions and to keep them from moving very much. Across the studio there were several racks of silky gowns, skimpy lace outfits, feather boas, and a whole rack of leather outfits. There were also shelves full of shoes, hats, jewelry and one with... well, let's just call them adult toys."

As you describe the scene in front of you, I realize that your hand is simply laying in my lap now. Of course that's just fine because I don't how much longer I could have lasted with even just the light caresses you've been administering through the pajamas. I look up to you and notice that you seem fixated on the photo, too. With a slight start, I think you caught yourself, you look up. Smiling, you say, "I do look pretty damned good in it, don't I?" I respond, "I always think you look good, Babe. But you are absolutely spectacular in this picture! It's too bad I can't have it enlarged and hung over our bed." I finish with a smile and lean over for a soft, prolonged kiss on your glistening lips.

"Keep going. Don't stop now, this is interesting", I urge.

"Well, all that I've described was all around the edges of the central area, what I guess you would consider the "studio" part. There in the center of the room was a huge brass bed turned at an angle to where I was sitting. So I was sort of looking from the footboard up to the headboard. The backdrop was a very light blue and bed was made up with white satin sheets and had lots of throw pillows in different light shades of blue. Spread out on the sheets, reclining on the pillows was a rather large woman who looked vaguely familiar. Searching through my memory, I realized that I know her from the school! And I've got to tell you, it would have been easy to not recognize her. I mean, I don't dress up to go by the school, but I usually look a far sight better than she does. Not to be mean, but she is just not an attractive woman. When I see her at the school, she always looks like she just rolled out of bed and usually looks like she is constantly pissed off at the world. I've even wondered how she looked when she met her husband. You know, what did he see in her that I couldn't see now? But there she was having her pictures done and she looked pretty good. I think that's why I almost didn't recognize her. She had her hair and makeup done up. She had on tasteful lingerie that had that sophisticated amount of sluttiness to it. And she definitely looked pretty damned sexy there posing this way and then another. It was obvious that someone, I assume Blake, was coaching and directing her well. "

"I wasn't sure how long I watched. It is actually a little bit of a blur. But I do know I was impressed by what I saw. This guy must be good. What sort of shook me out of my stupor was that I noticed that the lights had come up in the studio. I saw the lady almost slinking over to a man I could only assume was Blake and engulf him in a hug that was just a little too long and a little too enthusiastic. The door to my viewing room opened with a click and I saw that Craig was standing there smiling at me.




Merry Christmas



"What did you think?" he asked.

"Well, I think I know that woman and I'll say that Blake must be a magician." I said with a laugh.

"Oh, he's very good at what he does." Craig replied. "If you will follow me, I'll take you back to the office. Blake will be with you in a few moments."

"I was sitting in one of the armchairs in the office, kind of lost in my own little world, when I was startled by a hand touching my shoulder. I looked up and saw the man who had been bear hugged a little earlier. Blake was standing there smiling. He said "Hello, Mrs. Stone. I'm so sorry if I startled you. Thank for you coming in today."

" I was immediately disarmed by him. It isn't that he is an absolutely gorgeous man, but he isn't ugly. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short either. He didn't look like some gym rat body builder, but he was fit and trim. To look at him, there was really nothing that would make a girl swoon. But he had very soft eyes and an easy, infectious smile. You know the type of person, Babe. You can't put your finger on anything specific, but they have a certain something about them. That was Blake. He was probably late forties or early fifties, but he could have been sixty for all I could tell."

"He sat down behind his desk, leaned forward to rest his arms on the top, and said, "Craig has told me that you would like to discuss having some "special" photos made for your husband."

"I replied that I did, but that I was very nervous about it all. I said that I certainly didn't feel as sexy as I used to feel. And that I was afraid the pictures would be terrible."

"He leaned back and chuckled as he spoke. "If I had a dollar for every time I have been told that, I would be retired, sipping champagne on the deck of my yacht. I hear the same worry from almost every woman who sits in that chair to discuss a shoot like this. And I've found that what almost every wife forgets is that their husbands are in love with them, not some Victoria's Secret model. In your husbands' eyes, you could look what you think of as your absolute worst and they will still see the woman that first captured their hearts years ago. I can make you this promise, based on my years of experience, and no one has taken me up on this yet. If you aren't 100% happy with the results of your shoot, there will be absolutely no charge. Deal?"

"Well, I could hardly see any harm in that so I nodded my head."

"Great!" Blake exclaimed. "When are you looking to pose? It's almost Thanksgiving. So if you are hoping to give your shots as a Christmas gift we will need to get you in before the school recesses, won't we?"

"I was really impressed that he had thought about my daily schedule" you say. "Of course, I was beginning to suspect that a large portion of his bedroom shoots were moms with school aged kids."

"He went on to explain that he would block out a couple of hours. That the wardrobe racks I had seen earlier were there for my use, or I could bring in something of my own. He said he would have makeup and hair stylists available for the thirty minutes before my two hour shoot. And then he went over all the other details regarding costs, deposits, ownership of the negatives, and all that stuff. I won't bore you with that. I feel like I'm talking a mile a minute now. And it feels like I've been talking forever", you finish with a smile.

"Besides, I'm feeling like I'm losing a little of your interest", with a gentle squeeze of my only slightly less solid cock.

"Not at all", I reply quickly. "But, you do sound like you enjoyed the whole process. And that's a good thing. I am also just a little bit jealous that you obviously enjoyed the whole process so much."

"Are you upset?" you ask, looking worried.

"I'm not upset with you at all, My Love" I reply. "I'm actually surprisingly turned on by the whole thing. That not only were you willing to do this for me, but that you enjoyed it so much. I always want you to enjoy things we do together more than I care about my physical enjoyment. I don't know if you can ever really understand the joy I get from hearing you cum or watching your face while you are enjoying what I am doing to you. I guess we will have to perfect that whole body swap thing for you to understand. Because I've tried to explain it and I know that I can't. I know that is the long way of saying that I am as far from being upset with you as I can possibly be. Please go on. It sounds like we are just getting to the good stuff."

"I think that you will like the rest of the story then," you say in response. "Because I was surprised at how much the lead up to the shoot invigorated me. And I did enjoy doing the shoot. It was very liberating. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So let's go back right after my meeting with Blake."

"Blake and I set the date and time for the shoot and he gave me my own personal access code for the parking lot gate. I promised to be there at least thirty minutes before the appointed time for my hair and make-up and said my good-bye."

"Well, I had a couple of hours before I had to be at the school. And I was getting excited about the shoot. So I went to the mall and had a little shopping spree. I bought fun and sexy little undies and a couple of new bras to match. I got a couple of other outfits, including the one in the picture. I had just enough time to race home, hide all my goodies and get to the school. The feeling of having this little secret was a little naughty and taboo. You might remember the time frame. I think I attacked you every night for the entire week between the meeting Blake and the shoot," you finish with a devilish grin.

It doesn't take much effort to remember those nights. "Oh, I remember them alright. It was amazing. I've never had any complaints at all, so don't think that. But those nights were like back when we were dating again," I said smiling at the memories. "Those were especially hot nights. Go on with your story." I said, finishing with a wink.

"So I could hardly sleep the night before my shoot, even with my magic pill. I was actually worried that I would have bags under my eyes that day," you continue on with a chuckle. "After you left for work and I got back from the school, I had a long, hot shower and did a thorough shave. That was especially difficult since my hands were shaking so much! I put on some of my new things under a pair of jeans and a sweater. Blake had instructed me not to bother with makeup or doing my hair, so I was actually early getting ready. After I gathered up all my new outfits and looked at the clock, I saw that it was way too early to leave. It was pretty nerve racking waiting until time to leave. So I tried to read until time to go. I had to re-read that chapter later because I didn't remember a thing I read that morning. I had to remind myself to drive the speed limit the whole way. I'm actually quite proud of myself that I arrived at the studio at exactly the time I was supposed to be there."

"Craig met me at the door and ushered me back to the secret studio. Over in another corner of the studio that I couldn't see in my first visit there was a well done little changing room and a full Hollywood type makeup area. They had also wheeled over a few of the wardrobe racks that I had seen before for me to look through." "I told Craig that I had brought my own things, if that was OK." Craig told me it would be fine to use my own clothes, but if I changed my mind I should just let them know."

Pointing to the picture still clutched in my hands, you say, "I went in the changing area and put on the gown you see there. I don't know why but I almost didn't put on the matching thong that came with it. That was so out of my character that I really didn't know what was going through my head."

"There was yet another ruggedly handsome guy waiting for me when I left the changing area. It was becoming clearer to me why so many of the "Soccer Moms" loved it!"

"My name is Mark", he said, extending his hand and flashing yet another easy smile. "I'll be doing your hair and makeup today. May I say that you have made an incredible choice with that gown. It is very elegant and the color works so well with your skin and really brings the red out in your hair. Please have a seat."

Looking at me you smile and say, "I'll admit that I enjoyed hearing a stranger compliment me. I even forgot that I didn't have on any makeup and hadn't done anything at all with my hair."

Then looking back down at the picture, you continue your story. "So Craig brought me a cup of coffee and sat in a chair a few feet away and just chatted away with Mark and me. I can't tell you what we talked about, but it was just an easy conversation and the time just flew by. Before I knew it Mark told me he was done. Looking in the mirror, I was very pleased with the job Mark had done. The colors he chose for me were really very close to what I usually wore. He used a different color eye shade that I use and it looked good. Maybe you noticed that I was doing something different the last month?"

Realizing that you were asking me a question, I break my gaze from the photo and look up with a "Huh?" Laughing a little you tell me, "Never mind."

Continuing your story, you say, "So Mark finishes my hair and make-up and Craig is standing beside me ready to escort me to the set for my shoot. I later wondered if the reason he sat there and talked with us was so that I wouldn't get even more nervous while Mark was doing his thing. If that was the reason, it worked like a charm, because I hadn't even thought about what was coming up. I barely had time for the butterflies to get going in my stomach before we were standing in front of the set. The same brass bed I had seen in my previous visit was on the slightly raised stage area. The sheets, pillows and backdrop were different, but it was the same bed. I was just taking it in, when I heard Blake's voice behind us.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Stone! Are we all ready this morning?" he asked.

As I turned to look at him, he smiled broadly and said, "Wow. That is an excellent choice of gown. You are stunning. This may be one of the easiest shoots I've ever done!"

I was actually embarrassed. But he quickly added that he didn't see anything that he could possibly change and asked me if the setting was compatible with my vision of what I wanted. I told him that he was the professional and I trusted him completely.

"Well then," he said. "Craig, let's change those few blue pillows out for some of the violet and purple ones."

After Craig and Mark had made the appropriate changes, Blake touched my back and asked if I was ready to get started. I said that I was as ready as I'd ever be and that we should get started before I chickened out.

Blake chuckled and told me, "You are absolutely gorgeous and I want you to think about how much your husband will enjoy having a picture of you looking like this anytime he wants to see it. You will do fantastically. You can trust me on that. We'll be through before you know it."

With that, he turned towards the cabinet full of cameras and equipment Craig had rolled in while Blake and I were talking. Craig came over, gently taking my arm and helped me up on the set. When I reached the bed, I turned around and asked Blake how he wanted me.

"I caught the little unintended innuendo and looked up, a little embarrassed, to see if anyone else got it. But if anyone did, they were letting it go. Maybe they were just being polite."

"Then there was a loud click or two and the studio went completely dark. Now, I'll admit that a brief second, I was a little scared. Here I was in a secluded dark room with three men and I wasn't wearing a whole lot of clothing, you know? But then the set lighting started coming up slowly and I saw all three of them still over by the cameras, not even paying attention to me and I realized I was being a little paranoid."

"As the lighting increased and focused on the center of the bed, I walked over and stood next to the headboard, nervously awaiting for Blake's directions. He finished whatever adjustments he was making to his camera, looked up at me. Smiling, he asked if I was ready. I said that I was and asked him what to do. He said that I looked great right there and that he would start shooting with me standing there and then I should just get on the bed and we would go from there. And then the camera started clicking."

"I was pretty nervous and those first few pictures were definitely throw-aways. He kept telling how great I looked and to just relax. I put one knee up on the bed to get on it. He must have liked it because he said that it was perfect and took a couple of shots like that. Then I crawled the rest of the way on, so I was on all fours. He told me to hold that pose, took a few more shots, and then did that whole thing you see professional models do. You know, "Great! Now toss your hair around! Awesome! Now look this way and that," that sort of stuff. I admit that I always thought that whole routine was a little over the top. But I was starting to get into it a little. It felt a little liberating, I think."

I interrupt with, "So what happened to all of those pictures?"

You pause your story for a moment. Give my crotch a little squeeze, stand up and walk to the dresser. You open your underwear drawer, pull out a manila envelope and start back to the bed, continuing your story.

"So before you know it, I'm rolling around on the bed, holding this pose and that pose. And I'm really enjoying it. Blake is complimenting me and telling Craig and Mark what a natural I am. They were really making me feel a little hot. Here you go," and you hand me the envelope.

My hands are now shaking a little as I fumble to get the envelope open. Sighing playfully, you take the envelope from my hands, open it and hand me the stack of prints.

Picking up the story again you say, "So I was just getting to the point where I was getting a little excited. And I mean a little slicker excited, Honey. I could feel little tingles all over my body. Now that picture there..." you say, pointing to the print in my hand.

The picture showed you with sitting/kneeling on the bed with your legs to the side. You are looking at the camera hungrily as you are holding your hair with both hands above you head. The thin straps of the gown have dropped off of your shoulders and the bodice has slipped slightly, showing a little more cleavage.

"This was taken about the time I was really getting into the shoot. I knew when I heard the camera click that it was a great picture. I almost used this one for your gift, actually. I felt really sexy."

I respond that you look incredibly sexy and shuffle to the next picture... And my heart skips a beat and a small gasp escapes my increasingly dry lips. The next picture is the same pose as the previous picture, with one big difference. In this picture, the bodice of the gown has fallen down around your stomach and your magnificent breasts are protruding towards the camera as you arched your back slightly. Your nipples are very hard, indicating that you were indeed enjoying the moment. The surprise of seeing this picture is being replaced with two competing sensations in my body. The pit of jealousy in my stomach is vying with the increased warmth in my groin as my erection begins to grow again.

You have stopped your narration and I can feel you searching my face for some indication of my reaction. You hesitantly ask, "Are you upset with me?"

After a moment's pause, I reply, "No. I feel a little jealous, but I'm also very turned on at the same time. I'm not sure I can explain the contradiction of feelings. It's actually very strange. It feels a little dreamlike. A good dream, just a little odd, you know?"

Looking down at the head of my cock as it begins to escape through the flap of my pajamas you say that you were hoping I wouldn't be upset. You were really worried about that after the fact. But during the shoot, you kind of lost a lot of inhibitions. You begin to run your fingers lightly up and down my exposed shaft and say, "This is the reaction I wanted you to have. Because this was how I was feeling while I was posing. I mean, I was getting seriously excited. I kind of blocked the fact that there were three strange men watching me. I felt great and I was visualizing that you were the only person seeing me. It was odd. I don't know that I could have had the confidence to these things in front of just you, but there I was doing it and I was totally able to do it when I thought of you watching me."

"Does that make any sense at all?" you ask, searching my eyes for some sort of understanding.

Kissing your lips softly, I reply, "Baby, I think I do understand. I can't tell you how pleased I am that you would do this for me... and it sounds like it ended up being good for you, too, huh?"

You respond by taking my face in your hands and return an equally passionate kiss. Smiling, you drop one hand back down to my lap and ask if you should continue. I look down at the incredibly hot picture in my hands and tell you I can't wait to hear the rest of the story.

The next picture showed you slightly from the side. The bodice was still around your stomach, but you were on your knees, your hands grasped the top of the brass footboard. Your breasts are resting lightly on the bed and your hair is falling across your face. You are looking towards the camera with an almost angelic look. I say almost, because your slightly parted lips and the rest of your pose are implying something very un-angelic.

The next photo was of you standing on your knees in the middle of the bed. You are again looking at the camera through tussled hair as you are pushing the gown down over your hips. The effect is incredibly sensuous.

The next photo was of you on your knees with your arms wrapped under your breasts, looking at the camera as you lick your lips. The scene makes my cock twitch involuntarily under your hand. You squeal happily and exclaim that I must be really enjoying the pictures. All I can do is nod my head. The spasms in my groin demonstrate that I very turned on in spite my dry mouth and the flutters of my stomach.

The next shot had you lying back on the mound of pillows. Your legs were spread slightly. Your hands were covering the crotch of your thongs and your arms pushed your breasts together. Your gaze at the camera was directly above the deep cleavage that this pose created.

You look at the picture and comment. "I had to hold my hands there, because I had a large wet spot already." Running a finger along the tip of my head collecting a drop of pre-cum, you say, "I see you are getting a wet spot, too. I guess that's a good thing, right?"

I couldn't possibly have anticipated the content of the next picture. The next pose took my breath away. You were laying spread eagle on the bed. The camera was directly in the middle of the bed looking up your body to your face. A white satin blindfold covered your eyes. You wrist and ankles were tied at the four corners of the bed with dark blue silk scarves. Your nipples were hard and pointed straight up at the ceiling. The wet spot in your thongs was plainly visible. You lips were wet and slightly parted. It almost looked as though you were gasping. I saw the expression I love to see on your face. You were obviously very turned on and your cheeks were flushed.

"How..." I asked, stammering. "How did you get into this position? I don't think you were able to tie yourself up?"

"I didn't," you reply as you wrap your fingers around my shaft. "Craig and Mark tied me up."

Feeling another involuntary twitch, you smile and continue. "They put the blind fold on first. It was actually very erotic. I was sitting in the middle of the bed when they told me to put it on. So I was sitting there effectively in the dark. It's obvious that they have done this before. Mark told me to lay back. Then they each took one of my ankles and pulled them towards the sides of the bed. I could feel a little chill as fresh air hit my wet spot. Then they started tying a scarf on each ankle."




Merry Christmas



You stand up from the bed and face me. I look up to you and you ask, "Can I tell you something without you getting upset?"

"That depends on what it is, Babe," I reply with a smile. I feel like you are playing a game with me now -- and I'm enjoying it. "Should I look at the rest of the pictures before I answer?"

Answering my smile with a playful smile of your own, you say, "No. It's nothing horrible. But if I don't tell you, I think I'll burst. It's just a little naughty. I didn't have sex with them or anything like that."

"Then go ahead, Baby. I'm all ears."

At that, you place your hands on my knees and kneel between my legs. Looking up at me, you go on, "So while they were tying my ankles, my feet brushed up against both of their crotches." Smiling you gently blow on my head and get a twitch.

Throwing my head back and moaning, I say, "You did? And what did you find when your toes were wiggling around there?"

"I found that they were enjoying my photo shoot as much as I was," you state as you then kiss the underside of my shaft.

After I catch my breath, I'm able to ask, "How do you know that, you sexy woman?"

"Because they were both hard," you whisper directly against me.

I manage a moan and a breathy "And did you like the fact that you got them both hard, Babe?"

Stopping the soft licking of by balls, you reply, "I loved it. Is that bad? I felt so powerful, actually. Like I could have had them to do almost anything in that moment."

"You mean like you could get me to do anything right now," I ask.

Without removing my ball from your mouth, you give me a "mmmm-hhmmmm."

"What did they do when you rubbed them with your feet?" I ask.

"MMmmmm. I did it like it was an accident. So I don't know that they realized I did it on purpose that time," you say.

Looking back at the picture, I catch what you just said. "What do you mean that time, Babe? Just how many times did you grope them with your feet?"

Standing up, looking down at me while you slide the straps of your gown down over your shoulders, you reply, "Just the once with my feet." Then dropping the bodice of your gown, exposing your magnificent tits, you add, "Then they each took my wrists and started tying the scarves." As you finish that statement, you drop back to your knees and place your breasts on either side of my cock.

"And?..." I ask.

"I felt them up with my hands," you say running your tongue the length of my shaft.

"And?..." I moan.

"They were very hard, Baby. And now I know what the prudes at the school meant when they said these guys enjoy their work in a big way." You engulf my head in your warm, soft mouth for just a second before removing it and continuing. "They are very well endowed, My Love. Both of them were long and thick." Then you give me another short suck before pulling off again.

"Are you upset with me? I was a bit of a bad girl."

Lying back on the bed, I reply. "Actually, at this moment, I'm not upset at all. As you can tell, I'm hugely turned on. Are you upset with me for not being jealous and outraged? Maybe I'll be upset later, but right now, I think you are the sexiest woman on the face of the earth."

I'm glad you aren't upset with me. I was just so caught up in the moment. I knew I was entirely safe and they posed no threat to me at all. I was just feeling very naughty and so horny. I admit I loved feeling them up. They were excited and it was all because of me. I promise I didn't touch them again." And you go back to orally teasing me.

Only one picture left. As I look to it with a mixture of anxiety as to what it might show and sadness that there wasn't more to see, I studied it. The scene caused another twitch that caused you to giggle and ask me if I was looking at the last one.

"I am," I reply breathily. The scene was again a little unexpected. You are on your knees, ass in the air and head resting on a pillow. Your arms are extended towards your feet and your wrists are again tied to your ankle. The camera must be at about 45 degrees to your body.

You interrupt my devouring of the picture. Looking up at me you say, "While they were tying me up in that pose, I realized that my ass was pointing right at the one-way mirror that separated the studio from the viewing room. I assumed they did that on purpose and that someone was watching me from behind the mirror. But, you know what? At that moment I didn't care. I think I might have been disappointed if there wasn't anyone. The thought of being watched actually made the whole thing even hotter." Then you drop back and continue your attentions to my groin.

As I look at the picture again, I note the look on your face. It is flushed and tensed. If I didn't know better I would think that you might have been having an orgasm. It was a wonderful expression. I also noticed that your buttocks were red. Looking closer, I could just make out handprints!

"Your ass is awfully red in this picture, Babe," I moan to you.

Stopping to look at my face, you smile a devilish grin and say, "Craig and Mark spanked me for being a bad girl when I felt them up. And, oh Baby, It was so hot!"

With that, the twitches increased and I exploded all over your breasts.

You stand up and tell me that you are glad that I thought so, too. Dropping the rest of your gown and peeling off your thong, you walk to the head of the bed. Crawling to the center, and leaning back on the pillows, you spread your legs revealing your very wet pussy.

"Now come on up here and fuck me now or I won't tell you what I have planned for your birthday."



Merry Christmas



Story summary: "Merry Christmas"

'Twas the night before Christmas,and throughout the dorm,not a kid in her dorm room,'cause they all had gone home.

Except me, and my Christmas present to me, all tied up in a little, tiny red bow: Bella Swan.

....

"Bella," I called liltingly.

"Mmmf! Mmmf!" Bella cried out helplessly.

I just so love it when Bella cries out for help. Like it ever does anything for her.

But I particularly like her terrified mewings, because it's the prelude, the appetizer, to just so much more to come!

I stood in our teeny, tiny dorm room, towering over Bella, who was all strapped down to one of our stupid, standard issue double beds. The depths we sink to when we go to college. God! I missed home. Our home.

Ever since Bella's mom moved out to Milwaukee or wherever with that up-and-comer baseball player, Phil, and I had to convince them, by force majeur, that Bella couldn't be moving almost at the end of her senior year, and, well, wouldn't you know, our house had a spare bed room, or three, that I'd be more than happy to set Bella up in ...

That is to say: ever since Bella moved in, its not just my home anymore (well, technically my parent's home, but who stands on minor details like that?), it's our home.

And not with these tiny fucking double sized beds, for God sake! I mean, how can you properly lounge and loll about in bed in any bed smaller than a King? or Queen, as the case may be.

(The case being my room for the king, or Bella's room for the queen, whenever I decided to pounce on her.)

(And yeah, we did more than lie or loll about on the beds, when we wanted to ... play.)

But Dartmouth had fucking double sized beds, and, well, you worked with what you had given to you, right?

I stood over Bella.

I had bought cat suits. Not the full-body kind, no, I mean: why cover all that skin in leather? No, I got the bikini kind, just a little bra support (leaving the nipples exposed, of course), just a little thong (need I say 'crotchless'?), just a mask that covered the eyes (completely, in Bella's case), and a set of cute little cat's ears.

And a tail. We mustn't forget the tail.

My cat suit was red, being all in the mood for the holiday season.

But Bella's was black, all black, for the bad little black kitty my Bella was.

And she was such a bad, bad kitty.

And bad kitties needed to be punished. That's why I had strapped on Mr. Barney, because she was going to get punished, long, hard, and often. And Barney was big, long and purple enough to punish her but good.

Oh, yeah.

"Bella," I sang, and Bella visibly shuddered at the sound of my voice.

The ball gag was really doing it's job, and as much as she struggled the only thing she could get past it was (not much) sound, but (plenty of) drool.

I've told her before about the drool, but she just wouldn't listen, would she?

God, was she gonna get what was coming to her!

"Nobody's here to help you, Bella," I cooed. "You can cry and scream and struggle all you like, but this whole wing of the dorm is empty, Bella. 'M.T.'-empty. It's just you, and me, just you, trussed up like the sweet little Christmas present that you are, and me, who's so gonna unwrap you, and, Bella..."

I paused, savoring the moment.

"When I unwrap my Christmas present? And open your sweet little box? I'm so gonna ... ooh!"

I was actually at a loss for words, but the images I saw dancing in my head?

They do say that a picture is worth a thousand words, don't they?

Bella squirmed in her bonds.

I love tying Bella up. Not because she's a sweet little subby that so wants to be taken. She is ... or, she may be. But the reason I love tying Bella up is that beneath her submissive exterior is a very strong-willed girl who never gave up the fight, and eventually, even after she had lost all hope, that was all she had left, and that's all she knew to do: fight.

And then she met me, and asked me for a ride. And, boy, did I ride her.

But she never ... that is, she always fights everything, even the good things coming her way, and it was so hard to break through her hardened shell so that I could actually start giving her things she deserved all her life.

Things like food. And heat in the house.

And then there were things like love and affection.

Things she had fought all her life, and would've fought me, giving them to her.

And so, the bonds. I was going to be giving, and she just simply had to take.

But the other thing I loved about tying my Bella up, is after she realized she couldn't fight this, she couldn't fight me.

Then the real fun began, because then she so wanted to accept it, she so wanted to participate, and hold me as I took her.

And her, not being able to hold me, not being able to turn me over and fuck me back, not being able to kiss me unless I wanted her to?

It drove her absolutely bat-shit crazy.

And a bat-shit crazy Bella on the bed?

Powder kegs and firecrackers were nothing to my little fireball as I fucked her brains out, her screaming out orgasm after orgasm.

I loved me some bound Bella-on-fire as I fucked her. Did I happen to mention that at all? I'm not sure if I did.

But how did I work her up to bat-shit craziness?

It was all in the warm-up, wasn't it? But to warm up a feisty little bitch like my Bella, you had to have infinite patience and a will of irony.

So, she could count herself lucky she asked for a ride from the one girl who had both qualities in spades, couldn't she?

Of course, the minor fact that I told the cheerleading squad to tell everybody else in school with a car that if they gave Bella Swan a ride any more, they would be dealing with one very pissed off Rosalie Hale may or may not have helped guide her to come ask for a ride from me when everybody else said that they couldn't any more, but ...

But that's the way some balls bounce, you know? After all, what's the point of popularity and power if you don't use it for something, and the something I wanted to use my power and popularity for was to get me my own little slave girl, Bella Swan.

And get her I did. She fell right into my web, and I fucking spun her up and drank her like ...

Ugh, ... the spider analogy isn't working anymore. Oh, well, you get my point.

Bella Swan is mine, little tiny boney Bella Swan, down on her luck, but full of fight, was my little bitch now, and I made sure she knew it.

But college is all about ... finding yourself, discovering yourself. Not for me. Fuck that. I already know who I am, and I don't need a bong or a guy's dick to tell me what my self-worth isn't. And I don't need to read Sylvia Plath to discover my womanhood. I'm just fine who I am, and I don't need a fucked-up English Lit college professor to mold me into the woman I'm supposed to be.

But for Bella ...

The first semester was ... hard on us. I mean, really fucking hard, because Bella is one suggestible little bitch, and you tell her she's scum, and she goes right there, but you try to praise her or her writing and she gets all ashamed and embarrassed.

So she felt she had to express herself, and strike out on her own, and make her own decisions ... that is, decisions that other people told her she should be making, not decisions that were for her good or our good.

And ... that was hard, seeing her drifting away, because you know the reason she was doing all this?

She wanted to show me she was good enough for me.

She started doing things on her own and becoming distant because she wanted me to be proud of her.

And ... we fought. We ...

Okay, I'm not the most reasonable person in the world, I don't know if you know this, so when she came back to the dorm one day and had had her hair trimmed to, modestly, shoulder length, just to see what my reaction would be ...

She saw my reaction.

We were done. We were through. I went to the off-campus pizza place, and I got smashed.

I don't drink, by the way. Not since my eighteenth birthday, when my dad didn't show up, because screwing an intern in Washington D.C. was more important than showing up at his daughter's eighteenth birthday party. We weren't close, anymore, since he'd been elected Senator, but couldn't he just make a little bit of time to come to my eighteenth birthday party like he promised he would?

That was my worse birthday ever, and the only thing that pulled me through was Bella.

There was also that other time I got drunk when I was thirteen and then was raped by five football players who kept giving me drinks, knowing full well what it would do to me, and then took turns on me when all I could do was cry and beg 'no' to deaf ears, but ...

But why dwell on the past?

The past taught me that when I get drunk, I lose control, and I'm the kind of person who needs to be in control, all the time.

It's best for everybody when it's that way, so when Bella started making decisions on her own, it was me who went right to that place. The place that said she didn't need me any more, the place that said there other people much better for her, people who could give her the happily ever after with the picket fence and two kids.

Other people not like me. Other people, ... like guys.

And so I slunk away from her, sulking, and slunk right to the campus pizza place and slunk right into a beer pitcher.

Beer. Ugh. But it did the job. I was hitting on any guy who looked my way.

If Bella were going to be carried off my Mr. Right, I may as well start looking now, too.

At the campus bar? Why not?

Luckily, Bella found me there and brought me back to the dorm before real damage was done ... done to our relationship, that is, the damage was done to me already, and it went deep, so that took a while to heal, and it would occasionally rear its ugly head at the slightest provocation.

And all over a stupid haircut.

That Bella got, not with my permission, but with her own initiative.

Because she wanted to impress me and make me happy that she could do things on her own, and look pretty for me.

Do you see what a fucked up girlfriend Bella has?

And she claims she's the lucky one to have me.

I can't say she's the best judge of character, but why complain about something that has worked so well for me and for so long now, almost three-quarters of a year Bella and I have been together. Almost three-quarters of a year my life has had something real in it, some meaning other than money and grades and fair-weather friends.

Almost three-quarters of a year I've had something in my life that I didn't know that existed. Not really.

Love.

Bella Swan has loved me through thick and thin, and I've found, to my shock, that I loved her back.

Stupid shit made me fall in love with her, that little bitch, so ...

Actually, that really pisses me off sometimes, and so I really lay into the punishment when I get on my high horse, and, because she made me love her? She deserves every last lash I give her when I get going, and then some.

And boy, does she ever get it. And then some. Because I'm Rosalie Hale, and when there's a punishment to mete, I do not hold back.

Holding back is for sissies and half-assed cunts. I am neither.

Bella could sense my growing fervor and excitement, and she shivered in fear.

We hadn't done a scene in a long time. In college, at the dorm, you can't really ... do that kind of thing. You had to pretend to be like everybody else. You had to study and let others study. You had to let them fuck their boys, but you couldn't reduce Bella to a screaming, sniveling mess, because that might disturb other people studying and actually call down the campus security over concerns of sexual assault or abuse.

So Bella and I had to play it cool. Or I did, anyway, and people around here didn't even know we were in a relationship. They just thought we were roommates.

But now that everybody's gone home for the holidays ...

My Bella.

I looked down at her, savoring the moment, her quivering, struggling against the unyielding straps, trying to get free, when that was the last thing on my agenda right now.

Okay, enough admiration.

I strode up to her and knelt down between her spread legs, admiring the little red ribbon, tied in a bow: the only thing hiding her modesty, the only thing between me and what I wanted.

"Ooh, Bella!" I cooed. "You got me a Christmas present?"

"Nnnn!" Bella whimpered, and tried to press herself more into the bed.

Fat lot of good that did her.

I brought my gloved hands to the ends of the bow, very, very lightly brushing her inner thighs.

Bella jerked like she had been electrocuted.

What? I didn't have the prod with me! ... this time.

"What could it be?" I asked. I couldn't hide my smile, even though Bella's eyes were masked, and my cheeks hurt now, because I've been smiling, hard, pretty much from the moment I got her into the cat suit and strapped her sweet little ass down onto the bed.

"Is it cookies, Bella?" I demanded, and brought my nose up to her cunt and started sniffing.

"Ooommmm!" she whimpered, and her hips tried to close away from my probing nose.

I smiled. "It doesn't smell like cookies," I said. "Oh, what could it be?" I demanded impatiently.

Then I pulled the ribbon apart...

... And looked upon the cutest little cunt on the whole damn planet.

"Oh, Bella!" I sighed happily. "Baby cunt! It's what I've always wanted! How did you know?"

Bella struggled more, her hips bucking, trying to get away from my inquisitive nose.

"Bella," I commanded. "Be still."

"Nnnn!" she cried and struggled more.

"Bella," I said coolly, "you don't want me to get out the hot sauce, do you?"

Bella stilled and then shuddered hard.

Then she whined a long, pitiful whine.

She could struggle all she wanted, but she knew what hot sauce on her clit felt like, and she could really scream, even through the ball gag when I started rubbing it over her lips and then finger fucked her with the hot sauce.

Several ways to get Bella to pee. No problems. I could spoon my Bella into me, open up her lips and massage her urethra now and she would pee just like that, any time, anywhere, because I've done this to her so many times, she's trained like a good little pee slave.

When I want my Bella to pee, she pees.

Of course, that's just one of the ways to make her pee, and to put her into place. The least painful way. I have other methods and techniques. Some take a warm up period.

And I do warm her up. Period.

Getting her to poop is another story, but if I told you that I could beat the shit out of my little Bella ... you know: me, her, a paddle and a long, long, hard time, I think you'd get the picture.

But to get her to pee and poop and cum all at the same time?

Hot sauce on the dildo. It's a miracle worker in how consistently effective it is.

If Bella felt like she needed to assert her independence with me, giving me backtalk or not acing her homework, tests, and not doing her chores ...

And not kissing my feet when I want her to ...

Well, then we'd have a little screaming session: her screaming, and me liking it.

Until she relearned her place.

It got to the point that all I had to do was lube up the dildo with hot sauce, and she'd just pee, right there, wherever she was, and bend over backwards and make all kinds of promises so as to avoid the session. And I'd hold her to her promises, too.

And give her the hot and spicy dildo. Over and over and over again, until she was all cummed and peed and pooped out. We can't disappoint her expectations, now, can we?

Oh, and if you ever want to see Bella cum like a fountain?

Ram the dildo up her ass while she's cumming.

A hot sauce dildo up the ass while you're already cumming?

Several times she's cum so hard she's actually fainted.

I like those times. I like them a lot.

The beauty of these discipline sessions is that they actually work. Bella is never so docile and obedient and attentive as after a little training session I have with her. When she gets out of hand, we have some special time together and she gets right back in hand, and she stays in hand for hours! ... well, sometimes days, even.

One time she even lasted a week between discipline sessions, but then we were both really pushing it. She was positively wild by the end of the week, and the session to correct her errant behavior was rather ... intense.

My Bella is a feisty little bitch, and is always in need of a firm hand to correct her rebellious and impetuous ways.

With the way she disobeys me so often, knowing my unyielding nature and inevitable consequences, you might even think she brings these punishments on herself because she likes it. But that would be wrong, wouldn't it? Why would Bella want my spankies, and hard fuckings that leave her a pile of loved-up mush for me to cuddle and bathe back to recovery?

Who would want that?

Then, of course, afterwards we would sleep, and I would carry my baby to the bed, and then spoon into her, pulling her body tightly into mine, and ... well, I had met all her needs, and so ... well ...

Well, sometimes, I had needs to be met, too. And I would hump her sweet ass, fucking it, until I came all over her sweet little butt, just cumming and cumming as I pinched her nipples and rubbed her little clitty, and sometimes she would moan out another orgasm as I fucked her, if she had anything left in her, which was just fine by me, or sometimes I would just fuck my brains out on her and fall asleep, her in my arms, and my cunt plastered against her o-so-fuckable (and fucked) ass, and she would sleep that way, too, warm and protected in my arms.

Really, I'm surprised nobody on campus suspected we were a couple, but then, nobody usually snuck into our dorm room after midnight to find us glued together on her bed or mine, so I suppose I could understand why nobody else on campus had a clue about us.

But now she was still, even if a shudder passed through her, her body shaking in terror even as she tried to obey me.

She was always 'trying' to obey me, and always failing. But I loved that about her, that she always tried, so hard, for me.

I bent over and breathed in the scent of her delicious cunt.

"Have we been a good, little kitty this year, Bella?" I asked, "or have we been a very bad, naughty, nasty kitty, huh, Bella?"

Bella shuddered.

"No answer?" I asked. "Well, let me check."

I brought my cheek up to her spread-apart inner thighs, and very gently pushed between her legs until my cheek was resting against her pussy.

"Mmm! So soft!" I sighed. "So warm!"

I rubbed my cheek against her cunt.

"Oh, so smooth, Bella!" I hummed.

Bella moaned. I love how she keeps her pussy bald at all times for me, perfectly so, with no irritating stubble.

She knows how much I don't like to be irritated. She knows it well.

"But," I stopped in surprise. "Bella!" I scolded, "what's this?"

Bella held her breath.

I stuck out my tongue and gave a light, tracing lick up her slit.

"Ahhhhnnnnmm!" Bella sighed.

"Bella," I said. "You naughty, nasty girl!"

I slid up her body until I was face-to-face with her, resting on her spread-eagle form.

"Bella, you're positively dripping from your nasty little gash!" I exclaimed angrily. "You are a very, very, very bad kitty and need to be punished, don't you!"

Bella tried to shake her head rapidly in denial.

She so likes to pretend she doesn't like what she always has coming to her.

I put her face between my hands to still her.

"Bella." I said gently.

She whimpered.

Then I pressed my hips between her thighs.




Merry Christmas



She almost bucked me off the bed in shock.

"You feel him, don't you?" I said. "Yeah, I've got barney strapped on, Bella, just for you. But he doesn't want to go into a nasty, dirty little cunt-hole, does he, Bella. He wants to go into your tight little baby cunt, clean as a whistle, clean enough to eat off of. So how are we going to get that nasty, dripping cunt all nice and clean for Mr. Barney, huh, Bella? You tell me."

I waited for her answer.

Bella chewed her ball gag fearfully.

"No answer?" I demanded, almost giggling with glee. "Struck dumb again, are we?"

"Mmmphf!" Bella complained angrily.

"Bella," I said calmly, and wrapped her hair in my fist and gave her hair a hard tug, pulling her head back, exposing her neck.

She yipped in pain and surprise.

I put my mouth over her neck.

"I really don't think it's a good time for you to be talking back to me, seeing the situation you're in, right, Bella?"

Bella was silent.

"RIGHT?" I demanded harshly.

"Uuhphf!" Bella said quickly.

I closed my lips over her neck, and I sucked.

Poor Bella! Like I cared what her answer was. I sucked on her neck until she was mewing and humping me back as I humped her, and her wet, nasty little cunt got Barney all nice and slick with her juices.

When I finally let go of her neck, Bella was panting through her nose and through the gag. More drool dripped down the side of her cheek.

Good thing she didn't have a cold!

Or maybe, not so good ... for me, that is! A stuffed-up nose meant no air intake for her, and then there would be an unconscious Bella, all tied up on the bed, cunt primed and open, and what to do, what to do, with my little unconscious Bella!

The dilemmas I faced sometimes. I tell you what.

Made getting the cold from her later that week so worth it, though.

"So," I said, "Barney likes your little snatch clean, but right now it is just... so... dripping with your nasty little juices. What are we going to do about it, Bella, huh?"

Bella panted and shivered in anticipation with the many ways I could go with this one.

"Well," I said finally. "I'm a good little kitty, and you are such a bad, black little runt of a kitty, aren't you, Bella, ma chat noir?" I purred softly into her ear.

She shivered and moaned appreciatively.

Bella is so easy to turn on, it's almost too easy, in fact. I mean, doesn't she have one shred of willpower at all, the little wanton slut?

I'm pleased to answer: not around me. I think I'd like it to stay that way, too.

"... and we know how kitties clean themselves, don't we, Bella."

It wasn't a question.

Bella froze.

She knew very well how kitties cleaned themselves.

I have trained her very well in the ways of worshipping my cunt.

I'd do homework sometimes at the table, my legs spread, and her under the table, keeping me ... satisfied.

It made the time go, if not quickly, quite pleasurably.

I never knew Calculus II could be so ... entertaining. No: engaging.

What's the word for 'cumming while solving calculus problems'? There's got to be a word for that, right? 'Cumming all over Bella's face while solving Euler calculus problems'?

And people say girls aren't good in math! What do they know?

Bella knew how to worship my kitty. And she knew the privilege of my tongue lapping away at her sweet little cunt.

She was about to get that privilege tonight.

She had been so, so good this semester, for the bad little kitty that she is, and it had been so long since we've had some alone time when we could go all out with each other ...

That is, that I could go all out on her, and she could cum so hard that the words 'earth-shattering' didn't do it justice.

"So, Bella, pay attention," I commanded quietly.

Bella was still.

"Here's what's going to happen," I explained. "I am going to clean out your sweet little cunt of all its yummy little honey until you cum your cunt out good and hard. And, baby, when that happens, I'm going to ram Mr. Barney into your snatch with one, good, hard thrust, and this time, you take him all in, 'cause I don't care how tight your little slit is. This time, he's going all the way in, and you're going to take him all like the good little cunt you are, because if you don't ..." I growled low and threateningly.

Bella whimpered.

"If you don't," I continued, "then I'm just going to have to keep doing that to you, over, and over again until you take him all the way in."

My poor baby shuddered.

"And you know what's gonna happen when he's all the way in your tight, little, warm snatch, Bella? Do you?"

No answer from the high honor roll student tied down to her bed.

"What's gonna happen, Bella," I said, "is I'm gonna fuck you. I'm going to fuck you good. I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to fuck you until you shudder out one of your sweet 'oh! I'm cumming!' little Bella cums."

I smiled evilly.

"Then you know what's gonna happen when you cum, Bella?" I demanded.

I didn't wait for her answer this time.

"I'm gonna fuck you more. And I'm gonna fuck you harder. I'm gonna fuck you until I'm satisfied you're done, you hear me? You think you can get off the hook with one of your little baby Bella cums with me, Bella? Well, no, you can't! I'm gonna fuck you until I'm good and done with you, and there's not a thing you can do about it except cum and cum and cum until I'm done with you, you got me?"

"Nod your head 'yes,' Bella," I ordered.

She whimpered, and I heard the whine of pain.

Then: "Oh!" and I let go of her hair. I had been gripping her rather tightly, it seems.

Luckily I hadn't pulled out her hair by the roots. That might ... hurt.

I didn't wait for her nod. I just slid back down to her hips, and dove right in.

Bella Swan has the shyest cunt on the planet. It's a little tiny baby's slit that can close tighter than a clam. I've actually considered buying a crowbar for some occasions such as these, but I haven't, as I'm afraid she just might grip it so hard that it would snap, trying to pry her open.

You can't force a cunt like that open. I mean, not without really hurting her, and, think of me as you like, but I really, really don't want to hurt my Bella.

Spank her ass to a cherry red, spank her cunt to a tight little three-year-old slit, spank her tits until they glowed, but not, really, hurt-hurt her.

I could never, ever, hurt my Bella.

So, crowbar: no.

What was actually needed, when she got all tense and tight in moments like these, was, paradoxically, the soft touch.

The soft touch, I reminded myself, and began gently rubbing her lips with my nose, breathing on it gently, and humming a soft, gentle hum.

I'd rub her slit with my nose, but she can get so tight, her slit just disappears into a tight, little impenetrable line.

Warming Bella Swan up for a grand fucking is an exercise in patience, particularly because I so wanted to get right to the fucking her, and having her cum and cum and cum part of the lovemaking.

But my Bella is my Bella, and she needs to know that she is my Bella, and that I take good and loving care of what's mine.

She needs to know that she is safe and protected, nurtured and loved. She needs this, even more than she needs the next breath of air into her lungs.

And I need it, too. I need to make sure her needs are met. I need to make her know she is safe with me, protected by me, nurtured and loved by me, and me alone. Nobody on the planet loves Bella Swan like I do, so completely, so totally, so dominantly, and that's not a bad thing at all. Bella's life, up to meeting me, was total chaos and a living nightmare. I just came along and imposed order in her life where there was none, and I took the whole world away from her, her need to feel in control and that she could handle all the shit that life threw her. I took away all that from her by totally, completely owning her sweet little ass, and if anybody or anything gave her shit, she didn't have to bend over and take it anymore, because now ... they had to answer to me.

It turned out to be very liberating for her, being my slave, ... that is, when she submitted to her role.

When she didn't, ...

Well, that's when the corrective disciplining session came in: to guide her back into being the good and little proper fuck-slut she is for me.

And even now, even strapped down on her bed in a fuck-me cat suit, Bella can try to resist being who she really is. She tries to pretend she's her own person, an independent and a free-spirited modern woman, when, in fact, she's none of these things. She was such a slave to the world and poverty before she met me, and was just so mired in shit she couldn't see the light of day, or even to her next meal ... which she often didn't get.

Now there's only me, so whereas before she had nobody to fight for her being in her situation, now she has only me.

Which gives her somebody to fight.

And I like a little fight in my little Bella. I like it a lot.

But now she didn't need to fight. She needed to open up her sweet little cunt and give me her honey, and cum like the good little fuck-slut she is, so I can give her exactly what she needs: a good, hard fucking.

I rubbed her slit, and hummed, and purred, and very gently licked, until I felt her super-tight thighs begin to relax, just a bit.

You can only tense up your thighs for so long, you know. Then muscle fatigue sets in. It's a scientific fact of physiology. You can look it up.

But I don't think this was muscle fatigue. I'd fucking 'muscle fatigue' the fuck out of her later, anyway.

My tongue speared out and licked up her slit.

My Bella nearly seized and tightened right up again.

She is such a tense little cunt.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered consolingly. "It's okay. I'll take as long as you need to get ready for me, honey."

Bella relaxed, just a hair at my gentle tone.

I put my tongue away, and, instead, I started kissing her cunt, softly and sweetly.

"Such a good little cunt, Bella," I sighed. "Such a good, sweet, beautiful little cunt. Do you know why I love this sweet, little cunt so much, Bella?"

Bella sighed contentedly. "Uuursth."

"Yes, sweetie," I said, "because it's mine. It's mine, and you're mine, and I love your cunt so much because I love you so much." I kissed her cunt again, lightly.

Bella sighed, almost cried, in happiness, and lifted her hips off the bed, offering me her sweet, delicious cunt.

"Did you know that, Bella?" I asked, and kissed her cunt again. "Did you know that I love you so much?" I kissed her again. "Do you know how much I love you so ... so God-damn much, Bella?"

Bella is the poet. I'm not. I don't have her way with words. I don't have her way with my tongue either, for other uses.

Bella is silver-tongued, in more ways than one: she speaks to me like nobody else can, her lips on my lips, her cheek resting on my cheek, her tongue worming up my hungry hole.

Whichever hungry hole I want her tongue worming up.

And yes, I own her that much. I own her completely.

But my words carried the strength of my belief, the strength of my will, and what I lacked in eloquence, I made up in my conviction.

Bella knows I love her, because I God-damned fucking love her, and she knows that in her very being.

Bella's little tiny slit flowered open, just a little tiny bit.

But it was enough.

I fucking attacked her. I lashed her cunt with my tongue like she were a well in the middle of the desert. I tongue-fucked her cunt like hers was the last pussy in the universe, and I was gonna get me some of her cunt, because it was so worth the getting.

I fucked her cunt with a purpose.

And Bella's sweet little cunt kept trying to grab my tongue, and, when I pulled my tongue away, kept trying to lift off the bed and open itself, and offer itself to me, and I kept diving back in, until I felt her humping my face, first shyly, then helplessly, then ...

Then I felt her tip over the edge, and she was cumming as she humped my face and as my tongue stabbed into her sweet little cunt, over and over and over again, milking her sweet cum from her very being.

Bella, when she's all tied up, and I'm fucking her? She has permission to cum. Other times it's different, and if she were to cum without permission, then there'd be very serious consequences, which she's found out, and the consequences aren't fun for her or for me.

But now, she can cum like gang busters and nothing, in fact, pleases me more.

I let her ride out the wave of her cum. It was a good, hard, long one, but she's earned it, being such a good little girl this year, so I just let her ride that wave until she sank back onto the bed, sweating, panting, exhausted.

But I wasn't done with her. No way was I done with her.

I licked around my face, and let Bella catch her breath, then slid up her sweet, sweating body.

"You know what comes next, baby," I said, caging my desire as best as I could.

I shifted my hips forward, ever so slightly, and I felt Bella tighten right up again when Barney knock-knock-knocked at her private chamber door.

"Lllleesth," Bella moaned.

"'Please' what, Bella?" I smirked.

Bella lifted her chin up into the air and bit on her gag. "Llleeeeesth!" she begged.

"Awww!" I said. "Does my little Bella want the gag out now, does she?"

"Nnnn!" she moaned and nodded her head rapidly.

"Awww!" I cooed again, mockingly. "But has she been a good girl? Should I remove the gag, why? I don't take gag off naughty girls, Bella. Are you going to be my good, good girl if I take out the gag?"

Bella's head went into a spasm of noddings.

She really wanted that gag out while I fucked her, didn't she?

She's such a demanding little fuck. So God-damn high maintenance.

I love her so God-damn much.

"Okay, Bella, already!" I scolded. "Take it fucking easy and hold still, for fuck's sake!"

Bella stilled her head, and I reached up and undid the straps that held the ball gag in place.

She spat out the gag gratefully and panted in huge gasps of air.

"Oh, God, Rosalie!" she panted. "Oh, my God, I almost fainted; I came so hard!"

"Mmmm," I purred. "So I guess you liked that one, huh?" I teased lightly.

If she weren't wearing the cat's-eye mask, she would've given me one of her sharp looks.

Good thing she was wearing the mask. Discipline sometimes followed her sharp little snarky looks.

"Yeah," she admitted weakly, not being able to communicate more with her looks.

"Mmmm," I hummed, happy to have pleased her, and happy to own her so badly that she was at a loss of words with me.

Not that that happened often.

"Take off the mask?" she pleaded.

"Hmmm," I considered.

"Please?" she begged.

She so loved looking at me.

"No," I said.

Poor Bella whined.

"Not just yet, sweetie," I said. "I will, but not just now."

"When?" she asked.

"Bella," I said. "Trust me."

She pouted. "I trust you."

I kissed her pouting lips.

She pouted more into my kiss, which made me smile.

I gave her pouty lower lip a little nip with my teeth.

"Nnn!" she complained.

I smirked and let go.

"Now, Bella," I said before she got to talking.

She always had to be talking, the little subby that she was, talking, whining and complaining about how mean I was and how unfair it all was and getting herself into trouble, until my spanking hand adjusted her attitude into one of respectful silence.

We didn't need to go down that path just at this moment.

"I took out the gag, because you said you would be a good little girl," I continued. "And you'd better live up to that promise. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, sweetie, and I don't want you screaming your head off and calling down everyone in this dorm and her sister while I ..."

"I thought you said the dorm was deserted ..." Bella protested.

I kissed her protesting lips.

"Bella," I said, "was I talking just now?"

It was a rhetorical question.

Bella turned her head away.

She can be shy even while blindfolded. I love that about her.

I turned her face back to me. She knew I was looking her in the eye, and she knew the consequences of looking away from me when I was talking with her ... 'with' her? 'to' her?

Whatever.

Her face burned with her blush.

"Did you interrupt me just now, while I was giving you instructions?" I asked.

She blushed more.

"What I need, ..." I said, and then began rubbing my hips against hers.

Barney found her slit, and rode it.

Bella groaned.

"... is just that. I need your sweet little fuck-mouth to be moaning little 'fuck-me!' sounds. You got me?"

"Yessss!" Bella groans as I continued to rub my hips against hers.

"Good girl," I hummed, and started to fuck her cunt lips more with barney. "Good, good girl!" I said as I felt her hips start to fuck me back.

I grabbed her hair.

Bella tightened right up.

"Bella," I purred. "You're ready."

She sighed.

"I'm going to put barney inside your sweet little cunt, and fuck you like nobody's business, and if you start screaming out your cum like the bad little cunt you are, well then, ..." I said, and paused letting the consequences hang in the air between us.

"Then," I continued, "I'm just gonna have to kiss your lips to silence, you got me?"

Bella shuddered at the sudden change in direction. "Ye-yessss," she sighed.

Bella could be a good, little obedient fuck when she made the effort.

She'd make a good keeper for me, with a little bit more training.

I have a program all set up for her, and everything. The works.

"Okay, baby," I said, "Here we go."

And I slid my hand down to barney, Bella tightening and tightening up in anticipation, and I guided him to the entrance of her fuck-hole.

And I waited.

There was no way I was going to ram barney into her, even though I had threatened to do just that. But I would never actually carry out such a threat. Ever. I could really do serious damage to my Bella, so tense and nervous as she was. She needed continuous care and attention, and as much as I talked all snarly, and as much as I wanted to be all snarly with my Bella, there's only one way to love her right.

Her way, on her time.

When she's ready, she's ready, but only when she's ready.

Even if she doesn't quite know she's ready in that fucked up little head of hers.

But her body knows, and I won't force my hand (or my barney) when she's not.

So I began to rock my hips, back and forth, swaying not even an inch, just a nice, soft rhythm to let her know I was there, to let her know where I wanted to be, and to let her know I wasn't going anywhere else.

There was no other place to be in the world right now. Just me and her.

And I slow-humped her. I slow-humped her until she started getting wet again, until her face tightened up and I could see her looking away, ... she was always so embarrassed that her body needed me so badly, ... and until I felt the moan inside her that she tried not to let out, to let me know how badly she wanted me to fuck her.

And that's what I did: I just fucked her gentle until she was ready to let me in.

And, eventually, her wetness led to a lightness in her pussy where there was tightness before. And, eventually, her tenseness led to a new relaxed feeling in her hips, that weren't rigid anymore, but were now more pliant, ... were now more compliant, were now rocking in rhythm to my slow, easy rhythm I had established to fuck my most dearest beloved one.

And eventually, my little Bella's tiny slit was now no longer a locked gate, sealed tight, but now I had a (big, long, purple) key, and her door was opening up to me.

And I felt it.

I felt it.




Merry Christmas



I felt her cunt taking me into her. Just an inch, just a tiny, little inch.

But that's all I needed.

I sighed, loudly, almost losing control of my emotions.

When Bella gave herself, even just one tiny inch, it was the most beautiful experience a human being could ever have.

And she gave me this experience now, and I felt so blessed to be the one she opened herself up to.

And Bella hear my sigh and, through her opaque cat's eyes looked up at me, and really saw me.

Saw me as me, loving her, wanting her so, so badly.

And seeing me, she accepted me, and opened up just a tiny bit more.

And I ...

I have to be in control. I always have to be in control. I cannot lose it. If I lose it, I'd hurt her. I love her so much it'd hurt her badly if I lost control.

So I eased in a bit more. Just a bit.

But I was not a little bit more firm and insistent as I pushed into her that one more inch.

Two inches. Two fucking inches was all she gave me.

"Bella Swan," I snarled, "you have the tightest cunt on Dartmouth campus."

She looked up at me through her masked and tightened up even more.

"And you know this how?" she demanded frostily.

I couldn't help it: my body shook with laughter. And I kissed her jealous lips.

I thought of answering: 'cause I've fucked every girl on campus, twice, and your cunt's still the tightest!

But I don't think she'd appreciate the humor. So I answered her with absolute truthfulness.

"Because, sweetie, we're the only two girls left on campus, and your cunt is the only cunt I'm fucking."

"Hmmphf!" she retorted angrily, "You make sure it stays that way, Rosalie Hale."

She wasn't mollified.

"It will," I promised. "You are the one I love, Bella Swan. You are the one I fuck, and I love and I fuck you and only you."

She turned her head away, very slightly appeased, but still very much put out. "Well, you keep it that way."

I turned her head back and kissed her angry lips. I kissed them until they softened slightly, and I felt the rigidity in her body ease.

And I proceeded to fuck her again. Fuck her two-inch-tight cunt until it, too, softened under my insistent demands and started to accept the invader: me, and my barney, fucking her.

It took a while.

It took a long while, but my kisses, and my slow, insistent fucking eventually brought her acceptance, eventually brought her back, so that she wasn't angry and distant, but now sighing, and now participating in our love-making.

And eventually.

Eventually.

I was in.

"Bella," I said, "I'm in."

She smiled lightly. "I noticed."

I smiled back and kissed her smiling lips.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?" I said quietly.

She smiled privately, looking away under her mask. "I think I can guess..."

"Oh?" I asked, a pleased smile wreathing my lips. "Really? Does your guess involve this?"

And I lifted up my hips a few inches and then slammed them right back down onto hers.

"Oh, God!" she groaned.

That brought her right back. Look away from me while I'm fucking you?

"Or does it involve this?" I asked, and I lifted myself up again, and slammed myself back down on her.

"Holy ..." Bella whined.

"Or this?" I asked, and then I rammed my big, purple cock into her again.

"Ahhh!" she cried.

"Or this and this and this!" I screamed, now fully into it.

And I fucked her good and hard.

And then I felt her body tighten up, and I felt it welling up inside her, so I fucked all the more and all the harder, and my Bella, my good, sweet little Bella threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm, like the good little fuck-slut she is.

So I had to cover her lips with mine, and suck her scream into me as I fucked her sweet, little cunt.

She likes that when I do that to her.

And she screamed into my mouth as she came, and I kissed her screaming mouth and fucked her spasming cunt, and she came, and then she came again, right away.

It had been a while for us, and she's been saving up her pennies, so to speak.

And she rode out those two orgasms, one after the other, and I rode her, the little bucking bronco that she is until she plateaued and then came down from that high-high.

And I fucked her all the way down from that high.

"Oh, God! Oooooh, God, Rosalie. Oh, my fucking God!" she panted and gasped, barely able to breathe.

And I pulled off her cat's eyes, my pretty little black kitty, and she blinked at the soft light of my desk lamp, surprising her eyes that had been in total darkness and looked up at me as I looked down at her, my big purple cock buried in her sweet little cunt, and she looked up in me in utter adoration.

She worshiped me. Her whole being revolved around me.

And why? I don't know why, but I did know one thing.

Bella Swan was the only thing that mattered to me now, and I would take her worship and her love and her trust, and I would be the person that was worthy of all these things from this sweet, little innocent girl who trusted me and loved me not for any other reason than that she chose to, from the bottom of her heart.

I bottomed barney back into the recesses of her cunt.

"Ohhh!" she groaned and her face twisted up.

"Ready for round two?" I asked, a wicked smile on my lips.

Bella shut her eyes for a second, still adjusting to the light, then blinked a few times, trying to understand what she heard me say.

Coming down from a 'wowsers,' as Bella called it, can make it difficult to grasp what's going on in the here-and-now.

"Um," she looked up at me in confusion, then understanding dawned on her, but slowly.

"Um," she said. "Actually, ..." then she looked away and blushed.

"'Actually,'" I said, parroting her lightly. "Meaning: 'actually, yes, please, but I'm too shy to ask'? or meaning: 'actually, that one there kind of knocked me down for the count and I really can't take any more, but I too shy to say "no, thank you."'?"

"Um, yeah," Bella said. "That one."

I sighed. She was always so precise, wasn't she?

Poetesses. I swear.

"Which one, Bella," I asked, but I think I already knew. "The first 'actually' or the second."

"Um, ..." she blushed and looked away.

"It's okay to say, sweetie," I offered.

"But what if you want to do it more?" she asked concerned.

"I only want to do it more if you want to, baby," I said.

She glanced at me quickly, and then looked away.

"Then is it okay if we rest, ... just for a little bit?" she asked in a very small voice.

"Yes, sweetie," I said, "it's okay." and I eased barney out of her sweet, tight little cunt.

Bella groaned in relief, pleasure, and disappointment as my big, purple cock left her, and I sighed. How come every one of her groans, every one of her blushes makes me want to fuck her more and harder, and not just ... not fuck her brains out?

Bella looked up at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said easily, but then I paused and looked away.

"But what?" Bella asked, truly concerned.

"Well, it's ..." I said sadly.

"What it it, Rosalie, please!" she begged.

I smiled down at her wistfully, and Bella shifted, trying to hold me in her arms.

You can't hold somebody when you're all strapped down, however.

"Well," I said, then my solemn expression broke, and I started giggling.

"What?" she asked, now surprised and looking miffed at not getting the joke.

"It's barney. He's leaking your cunt juice!" I squealed, and rubbed him against her belly.

"Okay, Rosalie," Bella shouted aghast, "That's just gross!"

I quickly lifted myself up and poked barney against Bella's nipples.

"Barney's leaking your cunt juice on your tittles, Bella!" I exclaimed as I let barney fuck Bella's tits.

Boy, did she struggle against her bonds then!

"Rosalie Hale!" she shrieked, "You ever let me out of these straps, I'll bobbit your ass but good!"

I clamped my hands over her protesting mouth and stilled myself, barney nestled between her tiny tits that I love so much.

I looked down at her significantly, and she stopped struggling, looking back up at me, quizzically, confused at the sudden serious shift in mood.

"Then, Bella," I said seriously, "I guess then I can never, ever let you go, then, can I?"

She blinked, confused at what I just said to her, but then she got it.

I knew she did, because a single tear fell from her eye onto her pillow.

I removed my hands from her mouth.

"Rosalie..." Bella said.

"Bella Swan," I cut in, "I love you so God-damn much."

And I kissed her crying mouth, because the waterworks had now started, and they wouldn't be stopping for a little while.

And I wouldn't stop kissing her crying mouth for a little while, my hair fanning around her face, protecting her sweetness, her beauty, her innocence from the rest of the world.

The rest of the world didn't need to know about her or about us now. It was almost midnight, Christmas eve, and tomorrow I'd be driving her back down to Tolland, Connecticut to home. Our home, in my brand new BMW M3 that I had bought with my own money. But that was tomorrow. Today, it was just her, and me, and that's all that mattered.

I let her cry herself out, and I undid the straps, tying my Bella down to the bed, and slid barney off. We didn't need him any more: we had each other, then I took that silly black cat suit off my Bella and slipped her into a comfy (and sheer) lavender Farr West nighty and dressed myself in a rose red chemise, made her brush her teeth as I brushed mine, and half-walked, half-carried her to her bed, then at her big, pleading eyes (which she so didn't need to use), I crawled into bed with her and wrapped her in my arms, pulling her back tightly into my body, and she reached up with her right leg and hooked it over my leg.

As tightly as I held her, it was never tight enough for her.

"I love you, Rosalie Hale," Bella whispered, and then I felt her sleep, exhausted and at peace.

"I love you, Bella Swan," I whispered back so softly, so fiercely. "I love you so God-damn much."

And, holding my Bella in my arms, I slept.

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A/N: Merry Christmas. I love you, my dearly beloved ones.

p.s.: Those of you new to my fics, this story is a side story to my little saga called "Ridden."



Merry Christmas



It all started one Christmas when I was 18, I saw my mother opening a present from my uncle, my dad's brother. Her brother obviously. Anyway, as she opened the box, she looked inside and her face went red immediately. Her in-law brother laughing looks and says sheepishly, "what's in it?!"

She closed the box as quick as she opened it. She jumped up and practically ran out of the room with the box cradled in a death hug.

My uncle laughing his ass off, he knew what was in it, hell he was the one who bought it and wrapped it. Being gay, I'm sure he knew exactly what he was buying because he'd tested one out on himself. But enough about the gay homosexual.

Mom came back into the room, smoking a cigarette, I'm sure embarrassed as hell. I didn't think much of it, but my teenage curiosity was running wild. I was horny all the time, any chance to masturbate was taken wherever I was at.

Well as the night went on, everyone had opened their gifts, everyone had eaten Christmas dinner, we started packing our gifts to the car. My older brother listening to his new Walkman, was sitting in the front seat.

I got behind the driver's seat. Mom got in the car, started it up and off we went. It was a two hour trip back home from my grandmothers, my brother jamming his new Walkman full blast, head banging to Metallica all the way home. 

Mom turned the radio on to drown out the heavy metal. Christmas songs on every station. I was playing my GameBoy, just got a new game and the light that attached to it so you could play in the dark. Yes , it was the nineties. Early or late I can't remember. Mom singing along to Christmas songs, it was one of my greatest memories. Especially what was about to happen.

An hour into the trip home, my GameBoy batteries started dying. But I got a fresh pack in my Christmas bundle of games and light attachment. I switched it off, and started looking for the pack of batteries. "Mom, do you know where those new batteries are?" I asked. "Check in those gift bags next to you honey."

I started digging into the bags, found a small cardboard box I thought was the box my batteries were in, boy was I wrong. I opened the box, and there in all its glory was the embarrassing gift my uncle gave my mom. 

It wasn't that impressive to me, but it was definitely a 9 inch, replica of a pornstars cock. I don't remember who he was, never heard of him back then. 

We lacked the Internet we know and love today. I was surprised to see this rubber cock and think that my mom was gonna be using this. I closed it up and put it back down in the bag. 

As I sat back up straight, I catch a glimpse of my mom's wide open eyes, looking at me in the rear view mirror. "Did, did you find those batteries son?"

She asked with a nervous stuttering voice. "No, I think I'll just wait to get home and dig them out." 

"Okay hun, should be home soon. Can't wait to get home myself." She said with a grin on her face. 

I could see her smiling in the rear view as she said it, then looked up at me in the mirror and smiled at me, then looked back at the road. 

My brother still banging his head into brain damage, took his headphones off and asked if he could be dropped off at his friend's house, he lived 35 minutes from us so it was on the way home. 

"If they are home and don't mind you coming on Christmas, it's fine with me."

We pulled into their driveway, he got out and ran up to the door, his friend came out and they walked to my mom's window, "can I stay the night mom?" he asked. 

"If it's alright with his mother, I don't mind," his friend ran in and out just as fast and said its ok. He told our mom bye, grabbed his new tapes from the backseat in his gift bag and ran into his buddy's house. We pulled out if the driveway and headed home.

As we started back onto the main road, I started thinking of that dildo, not a vibrator for those of you who get confused. 

This didn't take batteries, it was a realistic cock and balls. It was thicker than my cock, but mine was longer, not by much but I could tell. 

Anyway, I started thinking about what it looked like, what my mom was gonna do with it. I knew all about sex, was very sexual myself. 

Puberty going strong, I'd fingered a few girls on the bus ride to school a few times but hadn't lost my virginity yet. So thinking about anything sexual turned me on. Especially a woman masturbating, that was a real turn on of mine. My mom was very good looking, still is for her age now. Back then she was 5'5, 135lbs. Big C cup breasts, nice curves, not fat. She wasn't ripped with muscle, no abs or nothing, she was a real, curvy, smooth skinned woman. 

She was meaty but not fat, nice thighs, a nice belly. She attracted alot of men. Long curly brown hair, pretty brown green eyes. Full lips, a round ass, nice legs, pretty little feet and toes. I started when I was young thinking about her when I masturbated, after seeing her in a bikini one hot summer day when we were swimming. 

My brother was always at his friends, I didn't have many friends so I stayed home, hit baseballs around the yard, pitched baseballs into a barrel. 

Played outside by myself all the time with RC cars, a bit of a loaner. One day she wanted to go to the lake, go swimming at the beach. I asked who was going, she said just the two of us. 

She always felt bad I had no friends, but it didn't bother me much. I was just saddened that no girls lived around us. 

I only seem them at school, two of them I talked to everyday on the bus, that's when I started fingering her, she didn't live by any boys and we were the first two on the bus every morning. But she lived a ways down the road. So I thought of sex alot after getting my finger wet. 

Back to the beach, we finally got there, got out and I packed the cooler and towels. 

My mom carried her big beach supplies bag, full of sunscreen, brushes, god knows what all she had in there. She was wearing cutoff jeans, cut all the way up to her buttcheeks. And a big sleeveless shirt I think used to me mine. 

I was 6'1 200lbs, didn't grow any after that though. So it had to be my shirt as big as it was. Wind blowing her curly hair, her skin was tan, not too dark, but a nice light brown. 

We spread our beach towels out on the ground, I took my shirt off, I wasn't ripped, I was naturally muscular, big shoulders and biceps, thick forearms. A little on the pale side.

I sat down on the towel, grabbed a soda, mom started taking off her shorts, revealing her bikini bottoms, a nice yellow. Then she started pulling her shirt over her head, I watched her from behind my sunglasses. 

Her nice curvy body, big breasts bouncing as she folded her clothes and bent over to lay them on the spread out towel.

I could see into her top, everything but nipples. I started feeling the blood rush to my cock, staring and bouncing against my swim shorts. One of the first times I started feeling sexual towards her. 

She asked if I wanted to go into the water, I stood up forgetting about the growth in my shorts, mesmerized by her big breasts. 

She turned to look if I was getting up and saw my throbbing cock, her eyes got real wide. She shook her head and looked up at me and smiled and said "lets get in the cool water, it's warm out today."

I agreed and she grabbed my wrist and we walked toward the water. I tried fixating my hard on to point up in my waistband, but the head and a little shaft was exposed, so I tried making it go sideways over my upper thigh. 

As we walked toward the water, I saw a few guys looking at her in her sexy yellow bikini, one guy wolf whistled at her, she looked down and started giggling.

She knew she was sexy and loved the attention. She turned to me and smiled, I caught her glancing down at my bulge, stretched across my leg, still throbbing from watching her ass jiggle, and tits bounce as we walked. We got to the water, finally my cock got the cool down it needed. 

She went under water, swam a little and surfaced. I just bobbed there, watching as she bent her head back, ran her hands through her hair, water running down her face. It was really a turn on. 

My dick started throbbing again, balls tightened. I felt like I was gonna prematurely ejaculate all over myself under the water. I felt the need to jerk my cock so bad, I just tried to swim around a little, trying to get rid of the boner I had for my sexy mom. 

She swan out to the floating buoys that marked off the swimming area from the rest of the lake. I watched as her ass stuck up out of the water as she swam there and back.

She turned over to backstroke, her big breasts out of the water, floating on top of the water, jiggling around with her movements. I was about to lose it, I had to do something soon.

She swam back beside me and started turning over, she went under and came up right beside me. I felt as her hand or arm brushed against my erection as she surfaced for air. "Sorry honey, didnt mean to hit your leg."

"That wasnt my leg" I muttered. "What?" She replied looking me in the eyes, figuring out she just touched my hard dick. 

"Lets go back to the towels, I'm thirsty and wanna lay out before we go." 

I agreed, trying to fixate my package again before I was all exposed. I noticed no one was close to us, or even around our spot, people were 200 yards away. 

So I didn't worry about anyone seeing my tent I pitched in my trunks. I was so turned on I didn't care if she saw it. I was having wild thought of her pulling my trunks down and jerking the cum out of cock. Spraying cum all over her tits like sunscreen and her rubbing it in. 

As we walked back, my dick was about to burst, it ran over my thigh, trunks bulging around my hard on. She bent over to get in the cooler, popped the lid open, searching for a cold drink.

She bent over as to not bend her knees. Ass in the air, cameltoe staring me right in the face. I grabbed my towel, started drying my face and head, exposing my cock bulge so it was very noticeable. Waiting on her to turn around and start drying my face like I wasn't paying attention. 

She started raising up so I hid my face in my towel, acting as if I was drying my eyes and face, she turned around and opened her drink, as I started drying my hair. 

I pushed my pelvis out, pushing my hard on towards her, I caught her eyes lock on to my bulge, her drink right on her lips but she was frozen still. 

She took a small sip as she stared at my trunks. She licked her lips as she swallowed.

I asked her to hand me my shades, she turned, bent straight over, sticking that big round ass up in the air, moving it side to side, acting like she couldn't find them. 

Grabbed them, handed them to me. I put them on, started drying my body off, she sat down on the towel and watched me dry off as I watched through my sunglasses. 

She bent her knees up to her chest, tits hanging between her knees, legs spread open, as she moved her legs open and closed, like she was getting a little horny. 

I watched her stare and rock her legs open and closed as I started drying off my trunks, rubbing the towel up and down my erection. I went to sit down, she straightened her legs out and rolled on her side, ass pointed right at me.

She dug into her bag, pulled out her tanning lotion. Handed it to me and asked me if I would rub some on her as she rolled onto her stomach.

I obliged, squirted a bunch into my hand, rubbed in on my other hand, straddled her legs, started rubbing into her shoulder, she layer her face sideways on the towel, grabbed her hair, exposed her neck, so I started rubbing her neck. 

She started moaning, "mmmm." I could feel my cock throbbing, I leaned forward, acting like I was repositioning myself, pressing my cock into her ass, laying it into her ass like a hotdog. 

I felt her clench her cheeks, then release, clench and release, over and over as I rubbed down her back, hands on her sides, rubbing down until I felt the sides of her big, beautiful C tits. 

I felt her push her ass against my trunks, I pushed back. Rubbed down to her hips, moving myself down do I could rub her thighs. I cupped her buttcheeks. I kneeled beside her, using both hands to rub up and down her inner thigh, she bent her knees, pointing her toes in the air, alternating legs as I rubbed her down. 

I was about to cum all over myself, but I was too nervous to just whip it out and jack off right in front of her. 

I finished rubbing her legs down, covering every inch of her back, head to toes. "I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back mom."

She said, "hurry back, I'll need to turn over and I need lotion on my front too." 

I got up, throbbing, I could feel the precum oozing out of my purple head, she turned to look at me as I stood up, looking right my crotch and smiling.

I speed walked to the restrooms, which also had a shower in them to wash off, I busted in and jumped in the shower stall, took off my trunks, stood there in my flip flops, dick pointing straight up in the air.

The precum was practically running out like a faucet not turned off all the way. I turned the shower on, steam filling up as the hot water ran, I still had some slick hands from the lotion.

I grabbed my cock head firm and stroked down to my balks and back up, the clear fluid pouring out like crazy, no more than three full strokes I could feel myself getting ready to blow cum everywhere.

My muscles tightened, I groaned as cum shot out of my purple throbbing dick. It shot out so hard and fast it hit the tile wall and splattered, six, seven eight more jets of jizz shot out like a rocket.

It felt so good my knees got weak, legs shaking. I damn near collapsed into the hot water. I regained myself, tried to wash all the sticky cum off my cock head and body from the splatter. I got dressed, splashed cold water on my face from the sink, looked at my reflection. Headed back out to the woman I jacked off to, laying on the towels.

Now on her back. Knees bent, leaning on her elbows, watching the jet skis fly back and forth. I got back, she looked over and smiled at me, asking "everything come out ok?"

I answered yes with a grin. She said she was ready to go, but wanted to use the toilet before we drove back. 

We gathered our stuff back up, I carried the cooler, she grabbed her clothes, laid the towels on the cooler lid, started off to the bathrooms. She walked into the restrooms, I waited outside the door, sitting on the cooler.

All of a sudden I hear her scream, I jump up and bust into the ladies room, asking if she was ok. 

"I saw a huge ass spider, it ran off, I don't know where it went!" 

I looked around and said I didn't see it. "Stay in here until I'm done in case it comes back." 

I agreed, "but what if someone comes in?" I asked. 

"It'll be fine, I'll tell them why if someone comes in. It's fine, no one cares."

I drug the cooler inside the restroom so I had a seat. I sat there, looking for the spider to emerge, so I could kill it, when I hear a faint "mmm."

I looked around, kinda confused. I hear it again, I ask her, "you ok mom?"

She answers "mmmm." 

I look down at her stall door, seeing her feet, her toes curling up in her flip flops. Her sexy little toes, red toenail polish. Her feet slide towards her, then back out. Toes curling up, then straight, then curling back and forth. 

She slid one of her feet out of her flip flop. Assuming she has it pressed against the door for leverage or so she could spread her legs more. Now both feet are gone, just flip flops laying there empty. I slide down to her stall, peeking into the crack on the sides of the door. 

Faintly seeing fast movements, moaning softly coming from here cubicle of moans and groans. I start to get hot, my cock growing again. I notice a bolt for the restroom door, I get up and lock it. 

I walk closer to her stall, peeking into the crack, I can see her eyes closed, head tilted backward. I took the opportunity to slide off my trunks and grab my hard cock.

I start stroking it up and down, I could feel the precum oozing out again. I knew it wasn't gonna be long before I came. I guess all the rubbing I did for her made her just as hot as I was. I don't mind one bit. 

She glanced up real quick, I froze. I was busted and I knew it. I just stood there like an ice sculpture.

She was looking right me through the crack, she smiled a cute little smile, proceeded to lick her finger and rub her clit. 

She closed her eyes again and spread her legs open ever more, her knees on the stall walls. She lifted up her top and flopped out her big, round breast, started pinching and squeezing her nipple and breast. She started panting, her face was turning a reddish color. 

Her body started shaking, I stroked harder and faster, she opened her eyes, stated right at the crack I was peeking into, her mouth opened, she licked her lips, our eyes were locked, my cum started shooting out, I groaned, she heard my groan, starting moaning, shaking, my cum splattering against the door, she was panting faster, faster, until she was holding her breath, she leaned forward, I could tell she was orgasming. Her let out a loud oohhhhh. My cum running down the stall door. I shook the excess off my cock head. 

Pulled my trunks on, backed away. I saw her feet come down and slide on her flops. I saw her slide her bottoms over her feet. Stood up and flushed. I wiped the sweat off with a towel, she emerged and said "it's hot in here huh?" I nodded yes, she asked "no sign of that spider huh?" 

I shook my head no. 

She washed her hands and face, I walked over and shared her sink, she moved aside and I splashed cold water on my face and head.

I dried off with the paper towels she handed me, she looked at me and smiled and asked if we were ready to go. I answered yes, grabbed the cooler and towels, she slid on her cut off and big shirt. 

She went to open the door but it was bolted, looked at me and laughed, "were you nervous you'd get caught in here?" 

I laughed and said "let's go mom." 

We walked to the car, packed up and left for home. She cranked the radio up and sang along to sixties and seventies rock and roll. 

I stretched out, put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, I peeked through my shades and saw her glance over to my crotch, she outstretched her arm, my eyes widened as I thought she was gonna grab my bulge, she patted my thigh, rubbed her hand on my leg, then continued to place her hand in the wheel and drive us home. 

As we drove home from opening presents and eating Christmas dinner, all those memories if the beach flooded back to me, I started to feel my dick stiffening. It wasnt as obvious as the swimming trunks, but you could still make out my bulge running across my left thigh. 

My jeans leg was throbbing and bouncing everytime my heart beat, faster and faster. I started thinking about shooting cum all over that stall door as she rubbed her pussy. Then the dildo entered my head, what she was going to do with it. I imagined her sliding that big fake cock into her wet pussy. If she had the dildo at the beach, I could've watched her use it in the bathroom stall. 

We got closer to home and she looked over and smiled at me, I smiled back. She asked "what's wrong? Your face is getting red."

"I don't know" I answered with a grin. As she turned back to the road, she glanced down at the bulge in my jeans leg.

Her eyes got wide and she quickly turned back to the road. She started singing along with the radio again. A few moments later she reached over, patted my knee, then patted my thigh. 

Right on top of my bulging cock. Rested her hand there a few seconds, I flexed my cock, made it bounce while she had a hand on it. I felt a little squeeze then she continued to drive with both hands. She spoke up "I can't wait to get home, play with my Christmas toys, hahahaha."




Merry Christmas



I laughed, "Did you get what you wanted?"

She laughed, said "I guess, how about you?" 

"Maybe, you can't always get what you want I guess." 

Christmas isn't officially over yet bub, maybe you'll get what you wanted later." 

I looked down at the floorboard and answered "yeah, maybe." 

We pulled into the driveway, packed up our Christmas gifts, took them inside. I went in my room and put my stuff away, grabbed my cardboard box and reaching in for my batteries I grab ahold of a think flesh like dildo. Holding it in my hand, thinking oh shit. I put it back in the box, put the box in the gift bag and walked to my mother's room. 

As I got closer, her door was opened just an inch or two. I was about to open the door when I seem her walk by her bed to the closet, naked. Her big breasts hanging out, nipples pointed straight into the air. Her curvy thighs, thick legs. Her ass jiggled so slightly as she bent over to get her things from the closet, putting her clothes away and grabbing her night clothes, which was just an oversized shirt. It was my shirt, but it covered her down to just above her knees. 

She pulled the collar to her nose, inhaled, and what looked to be a quiver. I knocked on the door and slowly entered. She quickly contained herself. I held the gift bag in front of me, "I think this is yours mom". 

Her face turned red a little, she said thank you as she grabbed the bag from my hands. As I left her room I said "did you get everything you wanted?"

She quickly turned and smiled, answering "sure did" with a smile. 

I walked to my room, started undressing, standing in my underwear, I still had a hardon from earlier, thinking about the beach and the dildo. I was horny, I wanted to release some tension. I pulled off my underwear, turned off the light and slid into bed. 

I opened my nightstand drawer and dug out my lube. A bottle of K-Y I had got from a Rite-Aid. I started to squirt a little lube in my palm, greased my cock up, closed my eyes and started thinking about the beach with my mom, her hot body in that bikini. Her moans as she played with herself in the restroom as I watched. 

It felt so good to be home, naked in my bed stroking my hard on I had for about an hour. I heard myself let out a faint "oohhh". As I was getting into it, I threw the covers of to get a good spread, stroking my long cock.

What I didn't know was, until too late, I look over and my mom is opening my door. I tried to contain myself and go for my covers, but it was too late. I was so into thinking about her hot body, I didn't hear her coming down the hall. By the time noticed, the door was open and the light came on. I froze, I didn't know what to do. 

I laid there with my legs open, hard cock in my hand. I looked at her, right in the eyes, my mouth wide open, my eyes as big as saucers. Hers just as big and surprised, her jaw wide open. "Oh my god bub I'm sorry, I should've knocked." 

"Um, it's ok mom, just, could you at least turn off the light?"

She closed the door as she left the room. I muttered under my breath as she left,"or come in and help me, jeez. This hard on is from you anyway."

She must've heard me mutter. I had to get rid of my throbbing cock. So I just continued. I closed my eyes and started stroking my cock again. 

About five minutes in, I heard a faint noise, looked up and there stood my mom. She knocked as she walked all the way in. I stopped for a minute, started to cover myself. 

She walked all the way into my room, I noticed she didn't have the huge shirt on anymore. She had on a lacy blue top and nothing else, I could see through the top, her nipples were showing right through the fabric. She sat on the corner off my bed.

" I just thought you and me could open one last gift", with a smile she held up the big fleshy dildo. Stood up, pulled my desk chair right next to my bed, right beside me. 

She propped her feet on my bedside and spread her legs wide open.

"I know you've seen this before, I know you watched me in the stall that day and it made me as wet as ever and I want that again." 

I couldn't believe it. But my cock was throbbing like crazy, my heart was pounding harder than ever. "I was watching and it made me cum so hard seeing you please yourself, I'd love to watch you again." 

She smiled, reached over and grabbed my cock, I about came everywhere right there and then. "Just thought I'd use your lube" she said as she stroke me up and down a few times, precum oozing down, she ran her finger up and collected the precum and rubbed it into her dildo. She took the head of it and started to slide it into her pussy. She moaned loudly, her knees turned in and touched as she took the whole thing into her. 

Her head tilted back. She grabbed her breast and squeezed. I saw her wet pussy start to leak out juice around her toy. She was pumping it in and out slowly. Legs spread wide open, feet propped on my bedside. 

Toes curling up. I uncovered myself, turned sideways, put my legs on each side of hers, I grabbed her feet and placed them on my thighs. I started stroking in rhythm with her pumps. 

She stared right at my cock, "this toy sure isn't as big as you, I never knew you were so big, this is nothing like the real thing that's for sure." 

"My hand feels good, but I bet it doesn't feel like the real thing, that's for sure."

She stopped, looked me in the eye, "you're a virgin bub?"

I shook my head yes, looking down in shame. She took out her dildo with a popping sound, laid it on the bed, grabbed my cock, started stroking it up and down. 

"Maybe that's what you wanted for Christmas huh?" I shook my head yes as I looked up at her. She smiled, lifted her leg, straddled my cock and started sliding the head into her wet hot pussy. It was so warm, and wet.

I never felt anything like it, it was just as I hoped. I stretched back, she rested her hands on my chest, slowly bounced up and down on my stick, she slid all the way down my shaft, slowly taking it all. 

She started shaking furiously as she almost reached balls deep. I could feel the juices start running out of her, leaking down my dick and dripping on my balls. She started rocking forward and back, she got it all inside her and dug her nails into my chest, "I'm coming!! Oh god! I'm cumming!"

She dropped her ass all the way down with a quick motion, ramming my cock deep inside her, the feel of rough cats tongue on my cock from the bottom of her pussy. I grabbed her hips and pushed my pelvis up into her as I pulled her body down, she screamed "ohhhhhhhh, fuck me! Oh god! I'm cumming again!"

My body was soaked from all the cum that flowed out, I pumped and pumped as she shook all over me. 

She finally caught her breath, raised up off my stiff rod, grabbed my dick, stuck it in her mouth and suck her juices off. She was sucking so hard, I thought the head was gonna pop off. "Mmm, MMMMM", she moaned. "Fuck me bubby, fuck me hard!" 

She jumped on the bed on her knees, stuck her ass in the sir, buried her face in my pillow. She reached around, took my cock in her hand and pulled me into her soaking wet, warm pussy. 

I slid into her slowly, then rammed my cock all the in, she screamed into the pillow. I grabbed her thick curvy hips and pumped in and out. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. "Fuck me fuck me fuck meeee!!" She moaned loudly. 

She started shaking violently, I could feel the juices flowing onto my cock, dripping out. I could feel my balls tightening. "I'm gonna cum mom, I'm cumming soon".

"Give me your cum bub, I want your cum, give it to me!" I pulled my throbbing member out of pussy, her fluids poured out like a faucet, I flipped her over, "I'm cumming now!" 

She grabbed my hard dick, stroked it furiously, sucked the head. I leaned back, grabbed her hair and pulled, my got throbbed as cum started shooting out like a bullet. 

She opened her mouth, stroked my cock with two hands, firmly gripping as she pulled the cum to her, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth, gagging as all my jizz gathered in her throat, trying to take every drop, I couldn't stop cumming it felt so good, she swallowed a mouthful. It ran down her chin, she stroked me one handed as she rubbed my excess cum into her and around her big full breasts. I finished emptying my balls as she slowly jerked my cock. I leaned forward and collapsed beside her.

Both out of breath, sweating. She put her hand on my chest and rubbed. "I'm gonna take a bath now, clean yourself up bub." 

I answered with an out of breath "yes mom." 

She stood up, gathered her things, looked back and said, "Merry Christmas." I closed my eyes and fell asleep.



Merry Christmas, Ava



I had known Ava since middle school. She had always been unconventionally pretty, smart and quick-witted. She gave great advice and was always there for everyone. 

Ava and I chatted pretty regularly after high school ended- she was practically a psychiatrist to me. I, in turn, did pretty much anything for her that she needed. About a year after graduation from college, she moved to Chicago, where I was living. We met up for lunch, and I saw her for the first time since high school graduation. She had changed. Her blonde curly hair was long and shiny, and she developed a shapely figure. She was a coordinating manager for concert halls, but was also a bartender at a local bar. 

"I can't find a good apartment, though. There aren't many good places available."

"Hey, I have a nice apartment. You could live with me."

She finally agreed. A few weeks later, she showed up at my building. We spent most of the morning moving her stuff into the spare bedroom, and she rearranged everything until she was satisfied. I was a contractor and didn't have to go into an office very often, and she managed most of her work from her laptop, save the bartending job. We both went and did some work, and I was getting something to drink when she came out of her room, dressed for the bar. 

"Wow. You're counting on tips, aren't you?" I said, smiling, appreciating her tight black tank top with the bar's logo across her breasts and the jean shorts she was wearing. Her hair was up but tendrils escaped and curled around her face. She smiled. 

"You should come visit me! Bagman's serves some really great dinners." She grabbed her keys and purse, kissed me on the cheek, and slammed the door shut as she went to get a taxi. 

I went down to the bar and found a few of my friends there. Sports were on TV, but we were watching women. By and by, a friend pointed out Ava at the bar. I rolled my eyes, and they told me to go get her phone number. I got up and walked over to the bar.  

"Hey sailor, you showed up!" she said, smiling. "What can I get you?" 

"Whatever's on tap, thanks. How's business?"

"Pretty good!"

"How's tips?" I said, raising an eyebrow. 

"You tell me," she said. She leaned over the bar, the cut in her shirt showing ample cleavage, and handed me my drink. "Eyes up here, darling." She turned away and laughed, cleaning a couple of glasses left on the counter. I grinned and took my drink back to the table. 

"Did you get it? It looked like she was coming onto you hard, man!" I recited her number to them as I sat down, and they all congratulated me. I laughed and changed the subject. 

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I waited until the guys had left, then sat down again at the bar. It was just past two on a Friday night, and the bar still had a few people before it closed at three. Ava and I pretty much just sat there, talking about various things until she closed up. We walked back home together and stayed up another hour watching a movie on TV. Neither of us were paying much attention to it. Ava had her head on my shoulder and kept drifting off then waking up again. I had my arm around her and was mainly focused on discretely looking down her shirt. After the movie ended, I gently shook her. She woke up and said she should be getting to bed.

"Night, roomie," she said, hugging me before she got up. She went to her room and I watched her walk away. As soon as the door closed, I realized I had a hard-on. I sighed, and wondered if becoming roommates was going to be a bad idea. 

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The days passed, and they turned into months, until Ava had been living with me for almost a year. Most weekends were the same- we went to the bar, I hung around and stayed with her until her shift was over, and then we went home and sat on the couch for another hour. I was constantly tired, but it seemed worth it that I could sit with her and look at her for a while without her raising an eyebrow and ask what I was doing. 

Ava being with me actually was good for my work life. Anytime I had work to do, I focused and plowed through it efficiently, in order to go to the bar with her, or to eat dinner and watch a movie. Besides my own reasons, she actually was huge motivator and gave me tips on efficiency, something she was very good at. I did bring girls home on occasion, but they never were relationship material. Ava didn't date much, though I knew she got asked out almost every time she worked at the bar. She was cute and extremely flirty, making her irresistible to many of the customers. On the few times she did bring a guy home, I was irritable and didn't talk to her until he left. I couldn't count how many times I thought of doing unspeakable things to her, instead of whatever guy was in her room. I started fantasizing about how I could actually sleep with Ava. These were always rough, heated fantasies and I was guiltily turned on by the thought. 

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At the beginning of December, Ava announced she wanted to have a holiday party. 

"Think of how much fun it'll be! We can decorate, and make cookies, and do a Secret Santa..." Ava had always adored the gift-giving season, and she wasn't going home for Christmas this year, so I told her I was fine with whatever plans she could come up with. 

I helped her decorate the apartment, and invited a few of the guys from my law firm, along with some friends I had from college. Ava invited many of the people she worked with, at the concert hall and at the bar. On Christmas Eve, there were around 30 people in our apartment, filled with holiday music and twinkle lights. Ava loved hosting parties, and was smiling and laughing and giving everyone a good time. She was wearing a short red fitted dress with green zigzag around the edges and green shoes with bells on them. Her hair was in a long braid down her back, and she looked sparkly and ethereal. Ava found me out on the balcony that we had and stood there with me, looking at the city. It had been lightly snowing for the past couple of days, and everything was all stop lights and snowflakes. Ava shivered and I hugged her. 

"Thank you, for everything," she said. I let go of her and smiled. She smiled back, and there was a second when we were looking at each other and weren't sure what to do or say, which didn't happen often. She broke it, looking down, blushing. I kept looking at her, and she glanced at me again, really turning red. "I.... um, I'm going back inside." I stood out there for another minute, thinking. 

"Tonight. I'm doing it... I'm doing her. Tonight." 

It was late when everyone left, around two. I helped Ava clean up, not saying much. We finished, and sat on the couch. Everything was quiet. The music had long been turned down, and the lights were still twinkling. The snow kept falling, and Ava and I sat, with my arm around her. She slowly relaxed, leaning into me, sighing. 

"Are you happy?" she asked me casually. I looked at her. 

"Yes." She didn't seem very sure with that answer, and looked away again. I wrapped my other arm around her and looked out the window, at the decorations, and at her. We sat in silence for what seemed like a year, but were only a few minutes. She finally broke the stillness with a sigh, and got up, stretching. She went and unplugged all the lights, except for the ones on the tree. She looked at it for a second, and then turned to me. 

"I'm going to bed." She walked over and kissed me on top of my head. "Merry Christmas." I grabbed her arm as she straightened up, and stood myself. I put my arms around her and crushed her to me. I released her some, looking her in the face. 

"The party was great. Everything looked perfect. You did a great job." She smiled. 

"Thanks." She looked at me again, and then looked away. It frustrated me. 

"What?" I said, half laughing, half angry. She didn't say anything, just bit her lip. "What?" I said again, more angrily. 

"Nothing," she said hurriedly. "I just... I'm tired. I'm... I'm just going to bed. Night." She tried to break away from me, but I held onto her. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing!" She said. Now she was angry. "I'm just tired. I'm going to bed." 

"You said that already." 

"Well what else should I say?" She asked. I stared at her, and she looked away. Again. This was getting old, I decided. I picked her up, suddenly, and she squeaked with surprise. "What are you doing?" 

"You said you wanted to go to bed, I'm putting you to bed." She laughed, anger ebbing away. I opened her door and deposited her on her bed, softly.

"Thanks," she said, laughing. I laid down her bed next to her, and grabbed her pillow. "Hey! What are you doing now?" she said, rolling onto her stomach, grinning. 

"I'm sleeping in here tonight." 

"What? Why?" I glanced at her. She looked confused and a little apprehensive.

"So that Santa doesn't wake me up in the night." She smiled, cocking her head. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked down at myself in mock surprise. 

"Gee, you're right! These aren't my PJs." I got up and stripped off my shirt and jeans. Ava's giggled died off as I turned around to face her. 

"I usually sleep in the nude, so..." 

"Uh-uh. Not in my bed. Go put on pajamas." 

"I can't sleep in pajamas." She rolled her eyes. 

"Fine. Go away while I put on PJs, then." I sat down on the bed. 

"What if I don't?" She huffed, and got up. She went over to her dresser, finding something to sleep in. I got up and stood behind her. 

"You should wear that." I grabbed something made of pink and black lace and pulled it out of the drawer. She yelped and tried to get it back, but I dangled it over her head. 

"This, definitely." She blushed and tried again to grab the lacy underwear. I reached behind her and rummaged through the drawer. She protested, trying to pull my hand out, but I came up with a fistful of silky material, which I held against her. 

"What is this?" 

"It's a nightgown." She tried to grab it but I threw it behind me. As she went to get it, I looked through the drawer again. She complained but was blocked from the drawer. I found a few t-shirts and shorts, but I finally got a black lace corset and matching thong. I held it out to her. 

"This, or that, or that," I said, motioning to the flimsy scraps of cloth she was holding. 

"Stop being funny," she said. 

"Hey, wear these or nothing." She looked at me for a second, then sighed and grabbed them from me. She stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. I looked through the drawer some more, and found a few other little scraps of underwear and lacy one-piece things. One was all strings and lace, and I yelled through the door that I found something else. She opened it a crack and I handed it to her. A moment later, she yelled back, "Are you crazy? That's like wearing nothing." She popped her head out again.  

"Can I sleep in here?" 

"Hey, it's up to you. Sounds really uncomfortable, though." She laughed and closed the door. She emerged a few minutes later in an old tank top and lace panties. 

"Happy?" Yes.

"No. Where did you get those?"

"I left my pajamas from last night in the bathroom this morning. Did you really think I was going to wear lingerie in bed with you?" She bent over to grab a few things I had dropped while looking through her drawer. Her panties fit tightly and showed off her ass. I turned and climbed into the bed to try to hide my rising hard-on. 

She finished putting her underwear and lingerie away and climbed in bed. She took off her bracelet and earrings and let her hair out of its braid so that it cascaded all over her pillow. I looked at her for a moment, then smiled as she looked back at me.  

"Night!" She laughed and turned over, so that her back was to me. 

"Goodnight to you, too." After a few minutes, I heard her breathing become heavy, and knew she was asleep. I gently rolled her over to face me. She was fast asleep, with a slight 'o' on her mouth. I took a second to look at her, just her face. Then I slid my eyes over her chest, down her hips, skimming over the purple lace that covered her center, and down her legs. I sighed, and leaned closer. I gently slid the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, and feeling the smoothness of her breasts. I climbed over her, palming her tits, playing with her nipples. She shifted slightly and softly moaned, so I kept going. She was breathing heavily as I started licking and sucking one nipple, rolling the other between my fingers. As I switched, she moaned again. I stopped for a second to make sure she was still asleep. She sighed and I resumed. I gently bit one nipple, then the other. Ava stirred and I softly licked them, half hoping she would stay asleep, and half hoping she would wake up. She moaned and I bit again, harder, wanting her to wake up and know this wasn't some wet dream. She sighed and tried to roll over. I groaned inwardly. I climbed off of her and stood, looking at her scantily clad body. The tank had ridden up, so I slowly pulled it up, over her head until it came off. Now, the only thing she was wearing was the panties. I grabbed a couple pairs of the regular underwear that she had picked up and gently tied her wrists to the bed. Now I looked at her again, much more pleased. I climbed back over her, caressing her naked body with my hands, feeling her legs, thighs, tits, behind, everything. I brushed hair off of her face, and pressed a kiss to her lips. At the same time, I twisted both nipples, hard. Ava's eyes flew open, and saw me on top of her. She immediately started struggling, realizing her hands were bound, and squealing into my mouth. She looked livid as I kissed her. My hands slid down over her stomach and legs, and she squirmed and struggled more. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "If you struggle, it's just going to make me want to fuck you more." She stilled for a second, looking at me. 

"I... I... What? You wouldn't..." She shuddered as I kissed her neck, biting down gently. 

"I would. In fact, I can. And I will." 

Ava struggled again, pulling against her tied wrists. 

"Careful, you'll stretch your panties." She looked up, startled, and groaned. 

"You owe me new panties." 

"Is it my fault you're feisty?" I nipped her breast. "Or sexy?" I nipped the other one. "Or... hmm, turned on." I had moved a hand down to her underwear, and was surprised at how wet they were. I slid down her body until my face was at her crotch. With one motion I ripped the panties off of her, and she yelped. I tried to spread her legs, but her thighs were clamped together, trying to hide herself. I slipped a finger between her thighs and felt her wet center. She moaned and relaxed her thighs some. I quickly pulled them far apart, spreading them for my viewing pleasure. Ava squirmed under my gaze, but I held her open. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were tightly closed. I leaned into her and gently licked her, tasting her. She breathed quickly, biting her lip. I did it again, harder, finding her clit. I teased it with my tongue, latching on and sucking. Ava moaned. 

"Oh god oh god oh GOD." I smiled and gently eased 2 fingers into her. She was incredibly tight. She arched her back, moaning, as I found her g-spot and stroked it and her clit simultaneously. I kept this going, driving her crazy. Ava writhed and squealed incoherently until she contracted around my fingers, and came. I kept the pressure on her clit and g-spot, extending her orgasm until she fell back onto the bed, exhausted. I released her clit and pulled my fingers out of her, licking them. She was breathing heavily, eyes closed. I lay next to her, playing with her hair until her breathing slowed and she drifted down from the cloud she was on. 

"There, was that so bad?" I asked, playfully. She shook her head, opened her eyes and looked at me. Her blissful smile changed into a fierce scowl, and she lashed out to kick me. I caught her leg and pulled it over my hip, restraining her. 

"You had no right to do any of that! That's a horrible thing to do! You asshole, jerk, bastard, misogynist pig!" she ranted at me, straining to hit me. I grabbed her head with one head and wrapped the other around her waist, rolling back on top of her. I pressed close to her and kissed her hard, effectively silencing her. She still struggled, though not as much. I put my full body weight on top of her, and she felt my rock hard erection against her. She tried to say something, but my lips made it indistinguishable. I pulled off my boxers and her words turned to whimpers as I moved my cock against her wet slit. I caressed her face with my hand, and plunged my full length straight into her. She screamed against my lips, moaning in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around my back, moaning against my mouth. I slowly pulled out of her then slammed back in, making her squeal. I did this again and again, until she broke our kiss, panting with lust. 

"Oh god please PLEASE fuck me, fuck me harder and faster please please, I- OH!" I slammed into her again, and this time pulled out and plunged back in rapidly. Her words turned to moans and she bucked against me, grinding her hips into mine as I ravaged her. I groaned. 

"You're... so... goddamn... tight..." I rotated my hips and she moaned, arching her back and pressing her chest into mine. I reached down and rubbed her clit, rolling it and pressing it until she came. I clamped my lips over hers to muffle her, and she moaned as her orgasm hit her like a brick wall. She kissed me back passionately, our tongues dueling. I grunted and moaned with her, fucking her throughout her orgasm. She started coming again, and this time I thrust deeply into her, spurting my semen into her until it dripped out of her, mingling with her cum. I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She gasped and took shallow, soft breaths, head back. I pulled out of her and untied her wrists. She lay there for a second as I sat there, feeling a bit guilty. I started to speak, but Ava looked at me for a second, then rolled onto me and kissed me passionately. 

"What? I thought I was a...." 

"Misogynistic pig, yes," she said, looking me in the eyes. "And you still are. But...." She shrugged and kissed me again, tenderly this time. I wrapped my arms around her, playing with her hair. Finally, she sat up, as did I. We stared at each other until she looked away, just like she always did. 

"Why do you do that?" 

"Do what?" 

"Not look at me." She blushed, looked at me, and looked away again. 

"No reason." She smiled, touching my cheek with her fingers. "Goodnight." 

"Goodnight? What, am I being kicked out?" She laughed.

"I told you, I'm tired. If you can control yourself..." She traced her fingers over my torso, and I was hard again. She giggled. "See? You can't." 

"For good reason," I said, glancing at Ava. She stiffened, not looking at me, then relaxed a fraction. 

"Right." She sighed, looked at me, and kissed my cheek. "G'night." Ava smiled. "Oh, and Merry Christmas." She rolled over onto her side and snuggled against the pillows, eyes closed. Mystified, I rolled onto my back, looking at her sleeping form. I decided I would figure Ava out in the morning.

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I woke up to Christmas carols on the radio and the smell of pepermint. I looked over at the other side of the bed, but Ava had already gotten up. I rolled out of her bed and walked into the kitchen. She was dancing around in a short red robe, making tea and singing along. She saw me and started singing at me, laughing and handing me a cup of coffee as I sat down at the bar. 

"Good morning, sunshine!" She trilled, stirring sugar into her cup. "Sleep well?"

"Very well. Better than normal. No idea why, though." I said sarcastically, looking at her. She blushed and avoided my gaze. 




Merry Christmas, Baby



Dressed in one of her husband's T-shirts and sweat pants, she was standing at the kitchen table making stuffing for the turkey for Christmas dinner. Her hands were buried wrist-deep in a mixture of mashed potatoes, bread, milk, celery, onions, and eggs, squishing it together, mixing it. The goopy mess slid between her fingers as she worked it, trying to get all of the ingredients mixed thoroughly.

"Hi," her husband said, coming up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her lightly. He pressed against her bottom and a tiny, wonderful tingle rippled through her belly when she felt the bulge at his crotch pressing against her butt.

"What are you doing?" she murmured. She continued to work on mixing the stuffing.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he responded, pushing against her bottom a little harder with his middle. If she wasn't mistaken, he'd gotten harder.

"I'm a mess...I...I have to get this stuffing made for dinner tomorrow," she murmured, but she felt her bottom pressing back against him.

"It isn't going to make any difference if you take a little break," he replied. "That stuff won't spoil."

"But...but I'm...I'm a mess..." she protested. This time her bottom pushed back and wriggled against his even harder bulge.

He was nuzzling her neck, caressing her with his lips and it was driving her wild, just like it always did. He'd been doing these things to her for more than four decades and it still made her feel all funny inside when he did them. The fact that he was rubbing his erection against her bottom and teasing her belly lightly with his fingers added to the sensations building inside her.

It was long past the time she was the cheerleader with the taut body and firm breasts she was when they first met, but the things he was doing to her made the reality of sagging body parts, stretch marks, gained pounds, wrinkles, and surgery scars fade into unreality. His loving touch made decades of changes in her body disappear and left only the essence, her soul, the part of her he so clearly loved and adored.

He continued nuzzling her neck, brushing his lips over her skin so lightly she wasn't sure if she was really feeling his touch or was just imagining she was. It didn't really matter, it felt incredibly good either way. He slid his hands back and began running his fingers lightly up and down her bare arms, raising goose bumps, making her shudder and gasp.

"God, how do you do that?" she murmured.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Touch me so lightly."

"I don't know, I just do. I take it you like it."

"You know I do."

He chuckled and moved his hands onto her breasts. "Yeah, I can tell," he said, tracing his fingers over her nipples, which had gotten erect and were pressing out the T-shirt's soft fabric. His caresses sent more thrills roiling through her and caused her to gasp yet again.

"Let...let me get cleaned up," she murmured.

He turned her around and kissed her. She'd always loved kissing him. It was incredible. His kisses were somehow soft, yet urgent; gentle, yet fierce. She never knew how he did it. Of course, he always said the same thing about her kisses and said he never understood how she did it. Both of them agreed they didn't kiss nearly enough, although in the past few years they'd gotten in the habit of doing it a lot more. While they kissed, he grabbed her bottom - he always said she had the best butt in the universe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but was careful to keep her stuffing-covered hands from touching anything.

"I...I need to...to wash...my...hands..." she gasped when they paused their kiss to grab some breath.

He smiled at her. "I can do that," he said softly.

She thought he meant he'd wash her hands off and was a little puzzled. What he did next both shocked and delighted her. He took hold of her right arm, guided her hand to his mouth, and proceeded to lick the stuffing mixture off it. It tickled and she couldn't help giggling, but at the same time she found his unexpected actions incredibly arousing. Her insides had moved from the wonderful tingling she loved so much to a wild, wonderful churning sensation. That churning sensation intensified when, after finishing her right hand, he "cleaned up" the left one exactly the same way. At one point she thought she might have an orgasm while he was sucking the mixture off her fingers.

"There," he said, grinning, when he'd finished.

"You're going to get sick from eating that," she said.

"Maybe, but not before I finish what I started," he replied. "Come on." He guided her into the bedroom that, fortunately, wasn't that far from the kitchen. "There are times when it's really great not having the kids around any more," he noted as they went. "We sure as heck couldn't have done this when they were still home, huh?"

"Uh...no...um...I guess not," she replied.

He sat down on the bed, pulled her in front of him, and shoved her T-shirt up. Immediately he began suckling her nipples, first one, and then the other. Thrills raced through her and left her clutching his head, gasping. Her legs began to tremble. She finished taking the T-shirt off. While he continued to suckle on her nipples, he slid a hand inside her sweatpants and began caressing her vagina.

"You're wet!" he exclaimed softly.

She was delighted by his discovery. At her age, that didn't happen a lot. "You made me that way," she replied. She gasped and shuddered when he began stroking her clit with one finger. "Oh, God!" she groaned.

She was so turned on she was sure her legs would give out and she'd collapse in a heap on the floor any second, but just when she was sure that would happen, he guided her around and got her lying on the bed. He stripped her sweatpants off and since she had no underpants on, that left her lying naked.

She saw him gazing down at her with unabashed adoration and shuddered a little inside. "How can he stand to look at me?" she wondered. "What does he see that I don't?"

Gently, he pushed her legs apart, then he lowered his face between them. She tensed in anticipation of the wonderful things she knew she was about to feel. Even though she knew it was coming, the sudden burst of pleasure still caused her body to jolt. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed when his tongue slid gently up between her labia and flicked the tip of her clit. Intense sensations of pleasure rushed up through her body. Using his tongue just as gently and deftly as he had his fingers, he teased and toyed with her labia and clit until she was so close to coming she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop.

"Please, baby...Oh, God!...please don't...don't make me come like that," she murmured.

"OK," he said. He stood up and shed his clothes, then he slid onto the bed next to her and kissed her.

"I love you so much!" she whispered ardently after the kiss ended.

"I love you, too," he replied. He slid his hand down her side, making her squirm, and grabbed her bottom. "You have the most fantastic ass in the universe!" he said.

"I'm glad you think so," she told him. She wasn't sure her bottom was as nice as he said it was, but it thrilled her that he thought that - and told her how great it was daily.

She rolled on her side and began kissing her way down his body, taking time to tease his nipples, which were as hard as hers and trailing her fingers over his skin, trying to be as gentle with him as he always was with her. His erection was jutting from his middle and was to her one of the most fantastic sights she'd ever seen. She loved the sounds he made as she kissed and teased her way downward. She'd always believed she got more from him than she'd ever given when they made love, and delighted in knowing that she could make him feel good, hopefully as good as he always made her feel.

When, at last, she reached his erection and took it in her hand, he groaned and his body jolted.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"Anything but," he gasped in reply. "God, you have such a magic touch! I can't believe how wonderful it feels when you touch me!"

She cupped her hand around his erection and began stroking him. The fact that generous amounts of pre-cum were oozing from him made caressing him a lot easier. She loved how it felt to have him in her hand and hated the fact that it had taken so long in their marriage for her to discover how much fun making love to him like this could be. He'd never once complained about it, but that didn't keep her from feeling guilty and believing she wasn't as good a lover for him as he was for her.

"Gahhh!" he moaned and his hips rose off the bed when she took him in her mouth. She felt guilty about this, too. Why hadn't she found out years earlier how much of a turn-on it was to please her man with her mouth? As with everything else about their lovemaking, he'd never complained. "I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable doing," he'd always told her. She knew he meant that, but it didn't keep her from feeling guilty about not being able to do it.

The ironic thing was that once she began using her mouth to make love to him, she found out that it was a huge turn-on. She loved doing it. Sometimes she thought she liked doing it to him almost as much as he liked having her do it. She loved making his body jolt and couldn't get enough of hearing the passionate sounds her oral caresses evoked from him. She'd become acutely aware of his reactions and knew from the way his erection felt when he was close to coming. She was barely aware of his caresses on her back and bottom while she took him to that point several times.

She finally sat back, moved atop him, and sank down onto his erect penis. "Oh, God! Oh, yes!" she groaned as his swollen organ slid up inside her. She loved watching when she made him come with her mouth and hands, but nothing came close to how it felt to be joined with him. He once said he thought it was as close to being in heaven as it was possible to be on earth and she agreed. Once he was inside her, she began rocking her hips, letting most of him slide out, then drawing him back inside her again. Having his erection moving in her felt sublime. She felt her insides tightening, approaching the point where she'd again feel fantastic feelings exploding through her.

He rubbed the palms of his hands over her rigid nipples and that sent her another step closer to the release she knew was so close. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, yes!" she whimpered. His face was a mask of ecstasy, flushed and tense with bliss. She loved seeing that look, just as he always said he liked seeing the same look on her face. Then, deep down inside her, it started. "Take me! Oh, God! Take me now! Take me now! Now! Now! Now!" she cried. Then tidal wave after tidal wave of delicious feelings began to crash over her and all she could do was make unintelligible sounds. She vaguely heard his groans of pleasure, felt his thrusts rocking her, then she experienced the gush of warmth when he, too, came.

Afterward, spent and sated, they laid next to each other, arms around each other, cuddling, touching each other gently.

"I don't get why guys wouldn't want to do this," he commented. It was something he said almost every time they made love. "Next to making love, this is the neatest thing we do."

"Not every man is like you, I guess," she said, the same answer she always gave him. "Thank God for that," she thought, as she always did.

"Merry Christmas, Baby," he said, kissing her gently.

"Merry Christmas," she replied. "Are you sure it's OK that we're not exchanging presents this year?"

He chuckled and hugged her against him. "I don't need any presents," he said. "I already have the best present in the world. I get to make love to the sexiest Grandma in the world."

"Sexiest Grandma, huh?" she chuckled. "I'm glad you think so."

He grinned and said, "You are the sexiest Grandma."

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"Grandma...?"

The voice wasn't his. It was a female voice. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction the voice had come from. Her sixteen year-old granddaughter was standing there, looking concerned. She glanced down and saw that her hands were still buried in the stuffing mixture.

"Grandma, are you all right?" the teenager asked. "You had a kinda far-away look and a real silly smile. And it was like you didn't hear me when I talked to you."

"I was just thinking about your grandfather," she said softly, a little sadly.

The teenager walked over and hugged her. "I think about him a lot, too. I can't believe it's ten years since he died. Sometimes it feels as if he's still here."

Her grandmother sighed. "It does feel that way sometimes, doesn't it?" she said.



Merry Christmas, Baby



Back in the summer of 1980, I was a restless young man. I was a 19-year-old with a natural curiosity and a cocky attitude. The summer of 1980 was also the last summer I had before going off to college. I had taken a year off after high school and felt I needed to make the most of my time off. That meant work hard and play even harder. I had taken a job as a carnival worker, or carnie as they are known, in order to get a chance to travel and see the country. I had taken the summer off and on a visit to the Flemington Fair in New Jersey to visit with my former co-workers, I had met a very pretty girl named Cindy. Cindy became the best thing that ever happened to this young man and I wanted to make the most of my time with her that summer. Come fall, we would both be heading off to college.

Cindy and I were practically inseparable that summer. We did everything together. I had never before become so attached to one girl. But Cindy was different. She had that certain something that words just cannot describe. By the end of the summer, I was completely taken with her. Everything about her I enjoyed thoroughly. I can't say I was ever really in love before, but now I was. I was enjoying every minute of it.

Not only was I completely taken with her every move and word, but she seemed to feel the same about me. Actually having someone who is as completely obsessed by your very being as you are with them was a new and wondrous experience. That is why it was so hard for us to go our separate ways at the end of the summer. It was the hardest emotional experience this 19-year-old had ever been through. I really hated to see her go.

Going off to college was a difficult time of adjustment for me. It was not the being away from home part that was hard. I had been on my own for some time now, having a job as a carnie made me prepared for just about anything. The amount of schoolwork that college entailed was a new experience for me, but I easily adjusted. What I did have trouble adjusting to, however, was my absence from Cindy.

The first few weeks of school kept me knee deep in books and paperwork. I had little time for socializing or anything else for that matter. My communication with Cindy was limited to phone calls every other week and letter writing on a fairly frequent basis. This was long before the days of personal computers and cell phones. Because I was at Lehigh in Pennsylvania and she was up in Massachusetts, our phone calls were limited by the expense of long distance. I was, after all, a young student on a budget. I really began to look forward to her letters, which she did write on a fairly frequent basis. I gladly returned the favor.

Our letters to each other initially consisted of how much we missed each other and how much school work we had to deal with. The severe workload left me little time to dwell on how much every fiber of my being longed to be with this young woman. As the weeks went on however, it became almost painfully apparent how much I truly yearned for this girl. I had never felt such strong feelings for one girl before. I was surrounded by beautiful young college girls, but none of them were Cindy.

One day in class, I was struck by the beauty of one of my classmates. She had long, black hair and big brown eyes. Just like Cindy. I started scribbling words in the edge of my notebook, next to my notes.

I sit here surrounded by all these books, Truly missing all your looks,  Other girls they pass my way,  But I don't give them the time of day,  For you alone bring me joy,  The best thing that happened to this young boy.

I knew it wasn't Lord Byron, but I thought it was cute. When I was back in my dorm room that night, writing a letter to Cindy, I included it as sort of a joke. I figured she would get a kick at my first attempt at poetry.

When I got a reply from her back a few days later, I was pleasantly surprised at just how amused by my rhyme she really was. Not only did she seem quite taken by my efforts, but she responded with a rhyme of her own.

As I sit here in my lonely dorm,  Wishing I had you to keep me warm,  Wishing you could hold me tight,  Help me make it through the night,  Surrounded by others, yet all alone,  Can't wait to hear you on the phone.

That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked for hours, the time passing so quickly it was surreal. We shared our thoughts on how lonely we each seemed, even though we were surrounded by people all the time. We talked about how others seemed to remind us of each other, how the moves and glances of others could bring strong emotions to our minds. Mostly, we just talked about how much we truly missed each other. Mostly, it was just how much we yearned to be in each other's arms. 

A couple of days later, I was sitting in a lecture hall half-listening to some boring professor go on about some boring subject that just was not getting my attention. I started to scribble in the edge of my notebook once again.

On my mind all the time,  Is a girl that looks so fine,  Cindy is her pretty name,  My life will never be the same,  You have captured my very mind,  By being so caring and so kind,  It is with you I long to be,  Your pretty face I long to see.

I knew it wasn't Shakespeare, but I figured Cindy would find it amusing. I made sure I included it in my next letter, which I wrote that night.

Once again, when I got a reply a few days later, Cindy had answered with another rhyme. Her words were beautiful to me. I cherished every letter as I read them off the scented paper with the colorful flowered border.

As I think of you, I know it is love,  For you were sent from up above,  To fill my very empty space,  To share with me that special place,  God sent you to be with me,  It is with you I want to always be.

Her words were so touching to me. I wrote them in the border of my notebook and looked at them often. The very fact that she had mentioned love sent chills down my spine. It was clear she felt the same about me as I did for her.

The next day I was relaxing on an old sofa in one of the college's many student lounges. I had my notebook in front of me in a feeble attempt to study. Although I had exams coming up, my mind was a million miles away. I started staring at a large fish tank against a wall. I stared mindlessly at the fish swimming back and forth in the large tank as the air bubbles rose to the surface. That night, in my next letter to Cindy, I included these words.

Love Can.  Love can be like water to a fish,  Love can grant your every wish.  Love can be like a bird in flight,  Love can turn darkness into light.  Love can drive away your fear,  Love can always keep me near.  Love can make you want to live,  Love can make you want to give.

I look at you and our fingers touch,  I know it is you I love so much.  It is my love for you that I feel,  My love for you is so very real.  My love has no beginning, it has no end,  On my love you can always depend.  Of my true love there can be no doubt,  For you my dear, I can't live without.

The words just seemed to flow through me onto the paper. It seemed almost as though the words came straight from my heart and to my hand. My mind seemed to have little to do with the whole process.

I looked at the words on the paper and realized what an effect this girl had on my young life. A few short months ago, I was hanging out drinking beer with my carnie friends bragging about the last girl I slept with. Now, I was sitting at a desk writing love poems to a girl I had genuine feelings for.

Cindy's next letter was truly touching. Besides the usual words about how much she missed me and how wonderful it was to hear my voice on the phone, it contained this rhyme. 

I have never met anyone quite like you,  Every day with you is so alive and new,  I savor every minute together we spend,  Hoping these moments will never end,  Just wanting to feel your gentle touch,  I love you dear so very much.

It was short and sweet, but so touching. I read it over and over as I savored the delicate scent of the perfumed stationary she wrote it on. Never have so few words had such a huge effect on my very heart and soul. I was really quite moved. Once again, I wrote the words in the border of my notebook. I referred to them often during the day. As I mindlessly listened to the professor at the front of the room, my hand again began to write. Once again, I included these words in my letter to Cindy that night.

Precious.  Precious are the moments that we share,  Gentle is the touch that shows you care,  Precious are the days we spend hand in hand,  You always there to listen and understand,  Precious are the nights with you by my side,  Making all my fears go run and hide,  Precious are the minutes, hours and days,  For you are the one I will love always,  Precious are the glances you cast my way,  Reminding me that, it is here I will stay.

The time we spend is so precious to me,  There is no other place I'd rather be,  Having you to hug and to hold,  Always together, as we grow old,  Our lives together, so intertwined,  We walk together, your hand in mine,  Every waking moment, I think of you,  Our time together, seems so new,  We'll always be together and never part,  For precious is the one who stole my heart.

As I carefully folded the paper and placed it in the envelope, I again reflected on how much this one girl occupied my thoughts. Every waking hour seemed to be focused on her memory. Every girl reminded me of her, yet none were. I sealed the envelope and quietly reflected on how much I missed her. I placed a stamp on the envelope and literally sealed it with a kiss.

Our next phone call was quite emotional. Weeks had passed since we both started school. Tears welled up in my eyes as we discussed plans to actually see each other. It was only a few weeks away from Christmas break and each of us was so looking forward to it. I have never looked forward to anything more in my life.

When our phone call ended, I was feeling quite giddy. As I walked through the halls of that old college building, my feet never touched the ground. I was experiencing a natural high I never wanted to end.

I got a letter from Cindy a couple of days later. As had by now become a custom between us, she included a rhyme. It went like this.

My Dearest.  My Dearest, you are the reason I breathe,  It is in your goodness I truly believe,  I think of only you when I awake,  I think of the love we can make,  I want to hold you so very tight,  It is with you I want to spend the night,  It is with you I want to spend the day,  It is from you I will never stray,  It is with you I want to spend my life,  To be with you and be your wife.

It was so touching to see those words on paper. I was so incredibly moved. No one has ever said or written anything so heartfelt to me. I doubted anyone ever would or could.

I had so much trouble concentrating on my studies in the ensuing days. I knew from Cindy's next phone conversation she felt the same. By now, Christmas vacation was only a couple of weeks away. Her thoughts of me overtook her mind as much as my thoughts of her overtook mine. I literally had trouble doing simple things, the thoughts of her were becoming so all consuming. I knew she felt the same. In my next letter, I sent her this poem. I wanted her to know that no matter what happens, I will always be there for her.

You Can Believe.  When something deep inside you dies,  When people around don't hear your cries,  When sadness starts to fill your dreams,  When something deep inside you screams,  When loneliness overtakes your heart,  And anger starts to tear you apart,  That's when I'll be by your side,  To make your fears run and hide,  To help you make it through the night,  To tell you everything will be alright,  To be there for you night and day,  Driving all your worries away,  To hold you tight and keep you warm,  To guide you through that raging storm,  I'll be there always and never leave,  For in my love you can believe.

Our next phone conversation was so emotional, we were both left weak and emotionally drained. I must have looked like a jerk on the phone with tears rolling down my cheeks. But, they were such tears of joy. Joy I had never felt before. We made final arrangements for our meeting during the Christmas holiday. It would be a Christmas like no other. I felt so anxious I could taste it. I am sure Cindy felt the same.

When Christmas break finally arrived, I was able to hitch a ride from a fellow student back to New Jersey. I would be staying over my mom's house for the duration. When I arrived at my mother's house, I was greeted by her and her dog. There were lots of kisses and wet licks exchanged.

I knew Cindy would not be arriving at her parent's house until the following afternoon. She would be taking a train back to New Jersey and her parents would be picking her up at the station. I used the time I had that morning to do my Christmas shopping. I borrowed my mother's car and made my way into the center of town. I knew it best to avoid the malls at this time of year.

There was a small record store in town that had the first item I was looking for. Cindy was a big fan of the group Renaissance in addition to being a fan of The Who like myself. I bought her their latest album on cassette. 

Next I made my way over to a jewelry store a few doors down. I managed to find a silver charm bracelet I thought perfect for Cindy. I also bought two charms, one a heart to symbolize our love and another of a book, to symbolize our time at school.

After I had completed my shopping, I drove back to my mother's house. I knew Cindy would not be at her family's home for another couple of hours. As I had lunch with my mother, I could not get thoughts of Cindy out of my head. It did not go unnoticed by my mother.

Around two in the afternoon, I made my call to Cindy. I could hear the emotion in her voice as she answered the phone. Our conversation, if you can call it that, seemed to alternate between laughter and tears of overwhelming joy. We made the final arrangements for my trip to her parent's house. We told each other how much we loved each other, several times. As I hung up the phone, I stood there motionless for what was probably several minutes. I was completely paralyzed with emotion. After a few minutes, I was finally able to move. I caught my mother's dog Maddie looking me over with curious looks. 'You should feel this good Maddie', I said to myself.

When the time came for me to drive to the Christmas gathering over Cindy's parent's place, I was fortunate enough to once again borrow my mother's car. I was dressed in dress slacks and a new sweater my mother had got me for Christmas. I had my presents for Cindy in my hand as I made my way out the door.

The drive out to the Flemington area was a good hour or so. I couldn't say for sure, as my thoughts were so preoccupied with my thoughts of the time I would soon be spending with Cindy. In a little while, I arrived at the house and parked out front.

I made my way to the front door and rang the bell. Cindy answered the door. She was wearing a pink sweater and tight jeans. With those big brown eyes staring me in the face, she looked at least as hot as I remembered.

"Merry Christmas, Baby." I smiled as I spoke.

"Merry Christmas." Cindy smiled back with a big grin.

We hugged and kissed for a long moment like the re-united lovers we were. Afterwards, Cindy led me inside by the hand.

I looked around the room. Cindy's parents came up to me and gave me big, warm hugs. I handed off the gifts and a bottle of wine that I had stopped off to buy on the way over. Cindy's mother put the gifts under the tree and the wine on the large dining room table. Everything looked so festive as I glanced around the house. The elaborately decorated tree with the colorfully wrapped gifts stacked neatly underneath. The warm fire burning brightly in the large fireplace. As homey and inviting as the surroundings looked, it was hard for me to take my eyes off of Cindy. I know she felt the same and we exchanged hugs and kisses every moment we could. It was hard for me to think of anything but her. Oh, it was hard alright.

Dinner that evening was quite delicious. Cindy's mom had really gone all out in the preparations. As good as the food and drink were, I had other things on my mind. It was difficult for Cindy and I to keep our eyes off one and other. I don't think it went unnoticed.

After dinner, the women gathered in the kitchen to clean up and put away the leftovers while the men huddled around the TV in the living room. Cindy gave me a sly glance as she took my hand.

"Want to see the house?" She cooed in my ear.

I had seen the house before but I could always see it again, I thought to myself. As she led me by the hand and up the big wooden staircase, my heart and mind started to race. When we got up the stairs and into her room, Cindy closed the door behind us. I looked around at the rather girlish looking room with the flowered wallpaper and stuffed animals on the shelf above the bed. It immediately brought back memories. I saw a large stuffed Teddy bear on top of her bed. I pointed to it as I spoke.

"Does he get to sleep with you at night? I am so jealous." I smiled as I spoke.

Cindy leaned into me as our lips met. Our tongues slid and caressed doing an erotic dance that is the privy of long separated lovers. I could feel her nipples against my chest as her perfect breasts nudged softly against my body. As our tongues continued to explore, I wanted her completely.

As I removed her pink sweater, our mutual desire threatened to overtake us. Cindy helped me off with my shirt as we continued our passionate kisses, her long black hair tickling my bare shoulders. We helped each other remove our pants and the site of Cindy in her under things brought back a flood of incredible memories to my mind. I grabbed her by the hips and laid her back down on the bed, pushing the big stuffed bear aside. Sliding off her panties, I was greeted by the site of her neatly trimmed bush. A welcoming site if I ever saw one, far better than any big neon 'Welcome Home' sign could ever be.

I soon joined her beautiful, young body on the bed. I got between her thighs and again started kissing her soft lips as she wrapped her luscious thighs around my body. Making my way with my mouth down her lovely neck, I made my way to her engorged nipples. As I massaged her perfect round orbs, I traced circles with my tongue around those perfect pink areolas. Her soft sighs delighted my ears as I began to trace my tongue down her flat tummy towards her womanhood.

As I made my way with soft kisses downward, I stopped to kiss her inner thighs. Working my way back towards her mound, I kissed and licked her thighs, occasionally delicately pinching her soft skin between my teeth. Her soft moans signaled her approval as I began to delicately caress her moist pussy lips with fingers, tongue and lips. Her moans and movements under my body were a cry for more as I worked my tongue around her engorged button while fingering her very wet love canal. I removed my fingers and savored the scent as I positioned myself between her perfect, creamy thighs.

I gently inserted the tip of my very engorged member into her very wet pussy. I slowly entered her as we both moaned with pleasure as our bodies joined together. My thrusting began with slow strokes at first, as I gradually increased my speed and intensity. Cindy wrapped her legs around me as if she never wanted to let go. As her tight vaginal muscles gripped me, seemingly for dear life, our mutual grunts and cries of pleasure were fortunately drowned out by the revelers downstairs. After it was over, we sat and held each other for a while. As we held each other, we recited some lines we had written in our letters while away at school.




Merry Christmas, Baby



"To hold you tight and keep you warm,  To guide you through that raging storm,  I'll be there always and never leave,  For in my love you can believe."

I looked at Cindy's big brown eyes as I spoke those words softly to her. She smiled at me and returned the favor.

"It is with you I want to spend the day,  It is from you I will never stray,  It is with you I want to spend my life,  To be with you and be your wife."

Those were the last lines of rhyme we had wrote each other.

After a few minutes, we gathered our clothes and got dressed. After a few last minute kisses, we headed back downstairs. We tried to rejoin the partiers without being noticed, but I thought I caught a telling glance from her mom.

Cindy and I enjoyed the rest of our time together, both at the party and our time together afterwards. A couple of weeks later, we would be back at school. 

That Christmas holiday back in 1980 will always be very special to me. Along with the girl who made it special, it is something I will never forget.

11-14-09. 



Merry Christmas, Baby!



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Merry Christmas Bobby



The holidays suck man; they suck big time. Everything bad that has ever happened to me has happened during the period that stretches from Thanksgiving to New Years.

It started when I was fourteen. The family was going to Hawaii the week after Thanksgiving for a two-week stay. God, but was I ever up for it. Two weeks on sunny beaches that would be wall to wall with gorgeous babes in bikinis. A true masturbator's paradise, except that I didn't go. Two days before we were scheduled to leave I slipped on a patch of ice, fell down two flights of stairs and ended up with my right leg broken in two places. The hotel and the airline tickets were prepaid and non-refundable so I was parked with my Aunt Louise and Uncle George while the rest of the family went off to have fun. 

When I was fifteen my appendix burst three days before Christmas and I spent a week in the hospital. When I was sixteen I spent Christmas in the hospital again. That time it was because my tonsils had become inflamed and they had to be removed. The year I was seventeen I got to make another trip to the hospital where I was by now on a first name basis with the admitting clerk. My older sister who had recently married had the family over for Thanksgiving dinner. They said it was the turkey, but whatever it was it had the entire family in the emergency room having their stomach's pumped.

That brings me to this year. I'm eighteen and Christmas is in five days and I am again in the hospital, this time with both legs broken and in traction. I was walking home from the library when a lady driving down the street hit a deep pothole, lost control of her car which veered up over the curb and onto the sidewalk and nailed me. God, but I do so fucking hate the god damned holiday season.

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I was resting when she came into the room and it was several minutes before I even realized she was there. She stood there nervously clutching her purse and looking at me and it was obvious to me that she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting it out. She glanced over at the guy in the bed next to me and then back at me and then she moved forward three or four steps and then just stood there, eyes flickering back and forth between my roommate and me. I was starting to think that she was in the wrong room when she steeled herself, stepped to my bedside, gave me a nervous smile and said: 

"Bobby, I'm Laura, Laura Ronny." She hesitantly stuck out her hand as she said, "I'm...I'm the one who hit you."

I was just a bit groggy from medication, but I managed to take her hand and shake it.

"I'm so sorry. It happened so fast; one second I was driving along and then suddenly the car lurched to the right and jumped the curb. I had my foot on the brake and I was pushing down on it as hard as I could, but the car wouldn't stop, I'm just so sorry."

I didn't know what I was supposed to say so I just lay there and looked at her. She stood there shifting back and forth on her feet, either waiting for me to say something or trying to think of something else to say and then she handed me a piece of paper: 

"It's my phone number. If you need anything, anything at all, just give me a call, please? I have to go now, my husband is waiting for me downstairs, but I'll be back. I'm sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to hurt you."

As she turned to leave I saw a tear roll down her cheek and as she walked to the door I couldn't help but notice that she had a marvelous ass. Brad, the guy in the next bed gave out a low whistle and said: 

"Play your cards right kid and I'll bet you could get yourself a taste of that."

Yeah, right, I thought as I nodded off to sleep.

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Over the next several days Laura came by everyday during visiting hours. She brought me candy; magazines to read and she even gave me an IPOD loaded with hip-hop music. I didn't have the heart to tell her I hated that shit so I just smiled and thanked her. She asked me if I was tired of hospital food and when I said yes she started bringing me take out from Burger King, McDonald's and Pizza Hut. She did everything she could think of to try and show me how sorry she was that she had put me in the hospital.

Every time she left Brad would say something like, "She feels guilty as hell kid, best you take advantage of it. A couple of moves on your part and she'll give it up. She'll feel that she owes you."

I didn't pay much attention to him, not that I wouldn't have loved to be able to do what he said, but she was a thirty-eight year old mother of three with a husband and I was an eighteen year old boy. But I did think of her a lot. She was one hot looking woman and I loved watching the way her ass moved every time she walked out of the room. 

Laura was about five feet, five inches tall, maybe one hundred-thirty pounds and in addition to that great ass she had a marvelous pair of tits. The only thing about her that I didn't like was that she had short hair; I just don't like short hair on girls, but Laura did give me a woodie every time she walked into the room. I know she knew it because she couldn't help but notice the way my sheet tented up when she visited. She wasn't the only one who noticed. Mabel, the afternoon shift nurse noticed it too. She thought it was funny. Mabel always seemed to come into the room just after Laura would leave and the tent would still be there because I would have just finished watching Laura's ass as she walked out. Mabel would giggle and say something like: 

"Too bad I'm a health care professional Bobby, or I'd take care of that for you. We have some young girl candy stripers coming in on the weekend, maybe I can get one of them to give you a hand."

I'd get all embarrassed and my hard on would wilt. On Christmas Eve Mabel said, "If you can talk her into taking care of your problem Bobby, just tell her to close the door and I'll see to it you are not disturbed" and when I blushed she laughed.

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It was Christmas day and my family had come and gone, Brad had been discharged and I was alone. I was surprised when Laura walked in, I thought that she would be busy with her own family. I hadn't expected to see her and I told her so.

"I put you here Bobby, I ruined your Christmas so the least I can do is visit. Actually, I had to come so I could give you your Christmas present."

She hadn't been carrying anything except her purse when she came in so I said, "What present?"

She smiled, got up and went over to the door, closed it and then walked back to the bed. "It is a very special gift Bobby" and she pulled the sheet down and exposed the pole that had been making it a tent. She looked into my eyes as her right hand wrapped around my hard cock and slowly began to stroke it.

"I hope you like blow jobs Bobby" and then she bent at the waist and took my cock into her mouth. One hand fondled my nuts and the other gripped the base of my cock as she took me as far into her mouth as she could. She moved her head slowly up and down a couple of times and then she took her mouth off me and asked:

"Do you like it Bobby? Do you like my mouth on your hard cock?"

"Oh God yes" I moaned and she smiled and said, "Good."

She stuck her tongue out and circled the head of my cock with it and then licked the bottom of my cock all the way down to my ball sack. She sucked on my balls for a bit and then she moved her tongue along the upper side of my cock until she got back to the cock head.

"You taste good Bobby and I like nice tasting cock. You want me to keep on?"

"Oh God yes please."

Her mouth swallowed me again. Her head started bobbing up and down and while one hand caressed my balls I felt her move the other one under me. A finger slid along the crack of my ass and I felt it touch my butt hole. The fingertip teased my hole as her head began moving faster. I felt the explosion coming and I moaned:

"Oh Jesus, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and Laura shoved her finger in my ass.

I arched up off the bed and drove my cock as deep into Laura's mouth as it would go just as I erupted like a volcano. My cock pushed out spurt after spurt and Laura gulped and swallowed until my cock started to soften. She held it in her hand and licked it clean before letting it go and then she said:

"Merry Christmas Bobby. Same time tomorrow?"

I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded my head "yes" and she smiled and said, "Good." She leaned over me and gave me a light kiss on the lips and then she turned to go. Just as she reached the door she turned and said:

"I've seen the way you look at my ass Bobby. Would you like to fuck me?"

Again I didn't trust my self to speak, but she must have gotten her answer form the look on my face because she gave me a dazzling smile and said: 

"I thought so. Hurry up and mend Bobby." 

She blew me a kiss and left.



Merry Christmas Carol



Christmas time has always been a bad time for me. Christmas Day eleven years ago was the day that Carol, my stepmom, walked out on me and my dad or more accurately, when my dad threw her out of our apartment. That was the last I saw of her.

My mom died when I was very young. I have no memory of her and wouldn't even know what she looked like had my Dad not saved some old black and white photos of her. I used to blame my Dad for my lousy childhood, but now that I'm older, 29-years-old, I understand and don't blame him at all. Under the circumstances, he did the best that he could for me.

Stuck caring for a toddler, while grieving for the loss of his wife, his one true love, he married his second wife, Carol, some years later, to cook, clean, do the laundry, and take care of me and the apartment, while he was working. A product of the forties and fifties, things were different back then and changed quickly during the tumultuous sixties and my Dad had a difficult time keeping up with the times. 

By all the arguments he and Carol had, I don't think he ever loved her. I never saw my Dad hug her, hold her, or kiss her, even. He yelled at her and called her names a lot. Through all of the shit she put up with my Dad's foul temper, I never heard Carol raise her voice, until that Christmas, when she left him and me, without so much as a good-bye or a Merry Christmas. That was the worst Christmas I ever had and all the other Christmases after Carol left weren't that great either. There was an empty hole when she abandoned me to struggle through life with just my Dad. 

Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I miss her. She was the only mother, albeit stepmom, that I knew. It's bad enough to lose one mom but to lose two mothers makes you feel that there's something wrong with you. Even though I realize it wasn't my fault and that I had nothing to do with her leaving, it still hurts to know that she didn't love me enough to say good-bye even and to contact me sometime later to explain why she left like that, in such a hurry.

Now, every Christmas is tainted by the memory of her. The holidays are a sad reminder that my life is so incomplete without her. I always hoped that I'd bump into her one day, but I never did.

Maybe she moved out of state. Maybe she's dead. I don't know. I don't even know how to go about finding her. I thought about hiring a private investigator, until I found out how much they charge. I don't have that kind of money to pay. I'm not rich by any means. I'm just an average working guy living paycheck to paycheck with a house and car payment and with little room for any other expenses.

I remember that Christmas morning really well because that was the day that I finally caught Carol naked.

"Don't come in! I'm not dressed," she said. "Get out," she screamed when I opened the door anyway.

Except for the front and back door, none of our doors in our apartment had locks, not even the bathroom door. With my hand poised on the doorknob, I knew that if I turned that knob, I was going to see what I had been hoping, wanting, and waiting to see for so long. Not respecting her privacy or obeying her pleas not to open the door to her bedroom, I knew that if I opened the door she'd be naked and I knew I'd see my first naked woman. It was just too much temptation not to want to see what she looked like without her clothes.

"I'm not dressed," she said.

Was that a warning or an invitation? I took it as an invitation and turned the doorknob and opened the door.

There she stood with her arms by her side making no effort to cover herself and looking, as if she was showing herself to me. Immediately, my eyes fell to her breasts. She had beautiful breasts, high up, they were so round and so shapely.

My line of vision quickly traveled down to her pussy. I had seen tits before in Playboy magazine. My Dad kept them in his room on the shelf in his closet. This was the first pussy I had ever seen. I mean, I only saw the front, her pubic hair, actually. It wasn't as if she was lying on the bed with her leg spread to give me an up close examination of her vagina. Only, this was more than enough for me to masturbate over for decades. I saw Carol naked.

"Get out," she screamed.

She jolted me back to reality and I felt dirty, sick, perverted, and guilty that I had invaded her privacy by not obeying her wishes not to enter her room. It was a bittersweet moment. Yeah, sure, it was exciting to see her naked, but was it worth jeopardizing her friendship over that? Then, when she left later that day, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the reason for her leaving.

Still the vision of her standing there naked remained with me and excited a fire deep down inside that blazed an inferno of lust. I wanted more. I wanted her. I needed to touch and feel her everywhere, while I kissed and kissed her. I wanted to experience my cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. 

After living with her and lusting over her for six, long, frustrating years, I finally saw Carol naked. She was the first woman I ever saw completely nude. Truly, a bittersweet experience, finally getting my wish to see her naked but feeling guilty for not respecting her privacy, I always wondered if she allowed me to see her body on purpose. I'd like to think that having me see her naked was not only my special Christmas gift from her but also her going away gift to me.

We used to play teasing games. She'd flash me her panties and bra and I'd flash her my cock. At least I liked to think that she was flashing me her panties and bra, but I kind of suspected that I saw her panties and bra because I was always looking and hoping to see some part of her that I wasn't supposed to see. On the other hand, she was always looking, staring, sometimes, whenever I exposed my cock to her. 

I enjoyed showing her my cock. It was especially arousing to make her believe that I was accidentally showing her my cock. Only, my immediate erection always gave me away, no doubt.

She must have known that I was purposely showing her my cock. How could she not have known that I was exposing myself to her? Just as she must have purposely showed me her panties and bra all those times we played Scrabble across from one another, she must have known I was looking. Then, when she finally exposed her pussy to me that night she turned off the television to play Scrabble was just her excuse to show me what I've been longing to see, while she stared at my exposed cock. It was so rousingly erotic and I still masturbate over the thoughts of that day.

I didn't start flashing her my cock until I was older, 18-years-old, while in college. To save money, I picked a school close to home, a mile from my house. That way, I didn't need to waste money for room and board. My Dad was happy about that.

While my Dad was working, I'd spend my free time playing Scrabble and watching movies with Carol and trying to steal up skirt and down blouse peeks of her body. My Dad was always working. He worked 50-60 hours a week, every week, with only a week off in the summer, when the plant shut down. He was a machinist.

"The overtime is what gets us by," he used to say. "I couldn't afford this apartment and that car parked at the curb, just on my regular paycheck, alone. I need that 10-20 hours of OT to keep us out of the poorhouse."

My Dad had a thing about staying out of the poorhouse. His Dad was poor. An alcoholic, he didn't want to be like his Dad, a lazy drunk, who didn't work and who couldn't support his family. Yet, the older my dad got, the more he drank. Alcoholism is a genetic disease. Luckily, it bypassed me and if I was to ever have a son or daughter, I'd have them checked for that defective gene.

At least, unlike his father, he was able to still hold down a job and support me well enough to put me through college. I give my Dad credit for that. Moreover, he wasn't a bad man. I just didn't see much of him. I never saw enough of him, actually, to even form an opinion of who my Dad really was. When he wasn't working, he was sleeping.

He never played catch with me or took me to a ballgame and forget about Father and Son day at the park. He was never around to take me. He had to work. Because of all that missed bonding time, we weren't very close, an understatement, we were distant. It seemed to me that he cared more about his job and his co-workers than he did me, his only child. In effect, because of all the alone time we spent together, I was closer to Carol. She knew me as well as my Dad should have known his son.

At first I didn't like Carol. I figured she'd become a wedge between my Dad and me. We weren't close as it was, now with his new wife, I'd be that much isolated from my Dad. Only, that dislike for Carol changed quickly enough when I developed a strong sexual attraction to her. I was only 12-years-old, when she first moved in our small apartment and she was 30-years-old, eighteen years older than me. At the time, my Dad was 39-years-old.

Then, after six years of loving life with Carol, my Dad threw her out on Christmas morning and moved in his 24-year-old whore of a girlfriend, Debbie. By then, my Dad was 42-years-old. Debbie didn't cook, clean, or do laundry. All she did was what Carol wouldn't do, suck my Dad's cock. I'd hear them in the bedroom next to my room every night, before my Dad turned in for the night, so as not to be late and overly tired for work the next morning.

Debbie was a pig and when she crossed the line by making a pass at me, stepping out of the bathroom naked, and walking into my room and getting in bed with me, I told my Dad. He had her packing her bags the next day. I was half expecting my Dad to have me pack my bags and maybe that was Debbie's intention, when she made a pass at me, but my Dad believed me over her. Maybe she was ready to tell my Dad that I made a pass at her, but I beat her to the punch and she was out the door.

"Bye Debbie. Don't let the door hit you in your ass. I won't miss you, so don't bother writing."

She couldn't write, anyway. A high school dropout, she was illiterate. All she knew how to do was swing her hips and use her mouth. That was enough for her to get someone like my Dad interested enough in her to give her a place to stay. Unfortunately, there are millions of guys like my Dad, who would fall for someone like her, a dumb, young, blonde, with a pretty face and big tits, but she won't be like that forever. What is she going to do later in life, when she gets fat and ugly and her big tits sag? I feel sorry for her.

Imagine my excitement though, at 18-years-old, when all my friends were already in a relationship and having regular sex, I went from having never seen a naked woman to seeing two naked women in a few months time. First I saw my stepmom, Carol, naked, when I opened the door to her bedroom, then I saw Debbie naked, when she walked in my room naked and climbed in bed with me. Nonetheless, I was tired and frustrated being a virgin. I needed to score.

In hindsight, maybe I should have had sex with Debbie, before ratting her out to my Dad. Maybe, I should have had her give me a blowjob. Only, had I had sex with her and my Dad found out about it, we both would have been kicked to the curb. I'm glad I resisted the temptation of her.

I left my Dad, anyway, not much longer after he threw Debbie out and now my Dad lives alone. He never went out with another woman after Debbie. I guess he figured, three women in his life was enough. Now, his best and only friends are his job, his co-workers, and his beer.

Still, I think about Carol. I wonder where she is and who she's with. I'd like to see her again one day. Only, I have no idea where she headed, when she left that fateful Christmas morning.

It's tragically funny, but I still carry around her Christmas gift in the trunk of my car. It's a Scrabble dictionary and her favorite movie, in book form, Gone With The Wind. Maybe I carry her gift around with me because I feel a piece of her is still with me. I don't know. Still wrapped in pretty Christmas paper, albeit now a bit yellowed, with a pink ribbon and bow, her favorite color, and my handmade Christmas card, I figure that if I ever was to run into her, she'd get a chuckle out of receiving the gift that was meant for her to receive eleven years ago.

Then, as if it was meant to be on Christmas Eve, nearly eleven years to the day, I saw Carol from a distance. I knew it was her, I just did. My pulse was racing and my heart pumping. Parked at the market, she was loading the trunk of her car with groceries. I wasn't sure it was her. It looked like her, but she looked older, actually, she was older, 47-years-old, if my math was right.

I can't tell you how many times I thought I saw her rounding a corner, passing in a car on the other side of the road or riding a taxi or a bus that whizzed by me. I approached several woman over the years thinking, hoping, and wanting it to be her, only being embarrassed and disappointed that it wasn't. A bit apprehensive now and reluctant to make a fool of myself, I needed to get to her before she got into her car. I needed to know if it was her. I couldn't allow her to get away without seeing her up close. Too late, I'll never make it. Her trunk was closed and she was heading for her driver's door. Oh, what the Hell? What do I have to lose?

"Wait! Miss."

When she turned, I knew it was her. It's her! It's Carol! I can't believe it.

"Johnny? Is that you?"

"Carol? I can't believe it, after all these years."

I stood staring at her. She was still pretty, a little heavier and her hair was a little darker with a bit of gray peeking out at the sides, by her ears. Her face looked the same, except of a couple of crows' feet by her eyes. The years have been kind to her, kinder to her than to my Dad. My Dad looked every bit of his fifty-six years. He looked ten years older than his age, whereas Carol looked ten years younger. He was such a dope to lose the love of this woman. 

"How are you," she said throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me close for a big hug.

Then, when she let go of me, she surprised the shit out of me by kissing me on the lips. It wasn't a big kiss, a peck, okay, more than a peck, but it wasn't a romantic kiss. I was floored. Nonetheless, I could feel my cock react and immediately spring to action from all the years of the lustful wanting I had saved for her and played out while masturbating with the thoughts of her naked. I wouldn't mind seeing her naked again. I wouldn't mind making love to this woman, the woman of my teenage dreams, desires, and fantasies.

"Good, Carol, good, and you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, especially ever since I left your Dad. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say good-bye. I always wondered, though, did you get my Christmas gifts? You Dad didn't throw them out, did he?"

"I got them, thank you. Matter of fact, I have one for you. I've been carrying it around with me in the trunk of my car for eleven years."

"You have? That's so funny."

"My car is parked over there. I run over and get it."

"No, I have a better idea. Are you doing anything? Do you have to go home...to someone?"

"No, I have no one waiting for me, if that's what you mean."

"Not married?"

"No."

"No girlfriend?"

"No one serious."

"I'm surprised a good looking young man like you doesn't have a hot honey."

"No, there's no one. I had a lot of dates, but no real relationship," I said with a smile with the thought of what I was going to boldly say next. "I've been saving all my love for you."

"Oh, you're such a dope," she said with a blush and a wave of her hand. "Good, then, why not come home with me? I'll cook you dinner. I was dreading spending another holiday home alone. We can celebrate Christmas Eve together. You already have a gift for me," she said with a laugh. "Maybe, I can find one for you."

The way she said that made me wonder if she meant giving me a sexual gift. I thought about her giving me a hand job or a blowjob. 

"And this is the Christmas gift I've been longing to give you, Johnny. Merry Christmas," I imagined her saying before leaning down to take my cock in her mouth. Oh, my God!

"Okay, sure, that sounds like fun," I said instead and knocking the fantasy from my head. "I was invited to a party, but I'd rather spend time with you, now that I finally found you."

"Great," she said. "Follow me in your car."

I ran to my car, jumped in, started it up, and pulled in behind her, while she led the way. It was just a short drive down a dirt road with a little house at the end. Very private, very isolated, it was picturesque, once we pulled into the lot where her house sat not far from a babbling brook. It was a cute, little cottage in the woods.

I helped her carry in the bundles, while she quickly put everything away. I stood in her small kitchen looking around at her house and looking at her. Still wearing the short skirts I see. I like it. I'm glad she doesn't dress like a mature woman because she still had that great ass. She wasn't bad for an old broad. It's too bad she was so much older than me. It was too bad she was my stepmom, otherwise, I'd, nah, what am I thinking?

"Would you like some wine?"

"Sure, that would be nice."

"Here," she said handing me a bottle. "The corkscrew is in the drawer."

Gees, I have to get my mind out of the gutter. She makes me so horny being around her, especially after not having seen her in so many years. When she said corkscrew, I couldn't help but think of cock screw and about me screwing her. I'd like to screw her. Only, I know better. That would never happen in a million years. Besides, she's old enough to be my mother.

We adjourned to the living room and she sat in a familiar place on the couch, while I sat across from her in the chair. I couldn't help but think of all the times we played Scrabble. I couldn't help but remember all the times she sat on the couch, while I sat on the floor looking up her short skirt at her pastel panties and, when she leaned forward to place her tiles down, looked down her top at her white bra. She made me so very horny, back then. I can't imagine how many times I jerked off over the site of her panties and bra, hundreds, thousands of times.

"Here," I said handing her the eleven-year-old Christmas present that sat in my car trunk and the smelled a bit moldy.

"Thank you," she said quickly opening it and pulling out the Scrabble dictionary and Gone With The Wind paperback book. "How'd you know," she said with a laugh.

She got up and kissed me on the lips again and when she did, she uncrossed and parted her legs enough to give me, yet, another up skirt view of her panties. I wish I had a dollar for every time I've seen her panties and her mound between her legs.

"I owe you an apology," I said when she sat back down and flashed me her panties, still, again.

Embarrassed by what I was going to say, I needed to tell her to ease my conscious and clear the air. This was my chance to come clean. It had bothered me for so very long and I took this as my reason for bumping into her again. I couldn't allow this opportunity to pass without easing my mind of the guilt.

"You do? Why? What have you done that you possibly have to apologize to me for. I'm the one who abandoned you without so much as a good-bye or a Merry Christmas. I'm the one who owes you an apology," she said. "I'm sorry, Johnny."

I nodded her my forgiveness with a nod of my head and a shrug of my shoulders. Just the way she was looking at me and smiling made me want to hold her, hug her, and kiss her. I missed her so very much. She was such an important part of my life, back then, from the age of 12-years-old until I turned 18-years-old, when she left.

"For opening your bedroom door," I said taking a sip of my wine for courage. "I knew you'd be naked behind that door and you were. I wanted to see. I had to see. I couldn't control myself from not opening your door. You were the first naked woman I had ever seen."




Merry Christmas Carol



"Well, I'm glad I could enlighten your curiosity, John. I assure you, it was no big deal to me. I never lost any sleep over you having seen me naked."

"That's not all."

"What else, Sweetie? Relax," she said in a calm voice. "You look a bit tense. Are you okay?"

"Yes," I nodded, before taking another sip of wine.

"Tell Mommy all about it."

"I, uhm, used to leer at you, hoping for the chance of seeing your panties and looking down your top, while we played Scrabble."

"Oh, my, you were quite the little pervert, back then, weren't you. I had no idea you were such a naughty boy," she said suddenly crossing her legs and giving me a quick flash of her bright, white panty.

I was embarrassed now seeing her panty. I looked away, while trying to erase the image of her panties from my mind. I loved seeing her panties and her shapely thighs. It was always so erotically arousing whenever she flashed me, whether it was purposely or unintentionally, it didn't matter. What did it matter, so long as she flashed me her panties.

"That's not all," I said, suddenly sweating by my confession and from the wine.

"There's more?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing that any normal young teenager didn't experience, while maturing to become the man that you are now."

"I used to purposely expose myself to you."

"You did? You are such a dirty boy," she said. "I have a good mind to take you across my knee this very instant and spank you," she said putting down her wine, while uncrossing her legs.

When she moved like that, her knees separated and now I had a clear view between her legs. Her legs were spread wide open, much in the way how a guy sits and she had her palms planted on her knees, while staring at me and while I stared at her wonderful panties. I love her panties. I couldn't help myself from staring at her panties, while wondering about her pussy.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough for what you did."

"What?"

"You heard me. Stand up! Get up! You're such a sick, little pervert."

"I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, really I am."

"It's not bad enough you used me by sneaking peeks up my skirt at my panties and down my top at my bra, but then you invaded my privacy by opening my bedroom door when I told you that I was changing," she said pointing a stiff index finger at me. "How dare you?"

"Maybe, I should go," I said.

"No," she said. You are a sick little boy and must be punished. Take off your pants."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take off pants. Take them off."

"No, I can't do that."

"Now," she said raising her voice.

I had to obey her. I had no choice. She was still my stepmom, wasn't she? I unbuckled them, unzipped them, and allowed them to fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I'll show you sorry," she said. "Remove your underwear, too."

"My underwear? No, I can't do that" I said holding my hand in front of the bulge in my underwear.

"Now," she said with anger in her voice.

Quickly, I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. Immediately, I had an erection. I was so very embarrassed. I couldn't believe I was standing there with just my shirttails covering my stiff cock.

"Seriously, Carol, I am sorry."

"Don't you dare call me, Carol. You show more respect with addressing me. You call me mom, mommy or mother."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Now lift your shirttails. I want to see. Show me your penis, you dirty, little boy."

As soon as I lifted my shirttails, my cock popped out and it stood out straight. I looked at her staring at my cock and instead of feeling sexually excited, I was totally embarrassed. How could I do that to her stealing peeks at her panties, staring down her blouse, and hoping and finally catching her naked. Then, there were all those times I exposed my cock to her. I deserved to be punished.

"I'm so sorry, Ca, I mean, Mother."

"Get over here and get down across my knees. I'm going to teach you that it's wrong to be so sexually attracted to your mother."

I couldn't believe I was obeying her. I couldn't believe that I was lying across her knees. Then, I felt the warmth of her hand slapping my naked ass.

"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!"

I couldn't believe she was spanking me. I couldn't believe I was getting a spanking. Even my Dad never hit me. He just yelled at me. This was my first spanking and I couldn't believe I was crying.

"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!"

She slapped me as hard as she could, at least a dozen times. The sound of her hand slapping my ass echoed in the small room. Then, when she heard me crying, she stopped.

"I can't believe I'm crying," I said. "I've never been spanked before. I feel like such a baby."

"Get up," she said, "and come here. Come to Mommy. Let Mommy hug you."

I got up and sat next to her. My cock was still sticking straight up, before slowly deflating with the gentle touch and hugs from her.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm so sorry for spying on you all those years, for exposing my cock to you and for opening your bedroom door and seeing you naked."

"There, there, it's okay, Johnny. It's okay. Mommy understands. You never had anyone to show you any love and now Mommy is going to fix all of that for you today. Okay," she said kissing the tears away from my eyes and face before kissing me on the lips.

I couldn't believe it when she parted my lips with her tongue. I was afraid to return her kiss. I was afraid to touch her tongue with my tongue for fear that she'd spank me again. I was afraid to show her the lust that I still had for her. 

Then, I did. I kissed her and when I did was when I felt her hand touch my flaccid cock. Immediately, my prick reacted to her touch and sprang back to life. Carol, I mean, my stepmom, Mommy, was stroking me and giving me a hand job. I couldn't believe it. After all these years, after all the times I masturbated over imagining Carol touching me in this way, it was happening. It was really happening. She was stroking my prick.

"Oh, that feels so good, Mommy. Thank you. I've dreamt of this moment for years."

"Does it ease the pain from the spanking by having me playing with your penis?"

"Yes, a little bit."

"Would it be better if I put it in my mouth and sucked it a little?"

"Oh, yes, please."

With that, she leaned down and took me in her mouth. I couldn't believe it. A woman who left my Dad because she wouldn't suck his cock was sucking the cock of his son. I've received blowjobs before, but to receive one from my stepmom, the woman who I have fantasized about most of my life, was incredible. I played with her hair, while she sucked my cock. Her hand, her mouth, and her tongue felt so incredibly erotic on my cock.

"Suck it, Mommy. Suck it. Suck my prick, Mother."

She removed me from her mouth and sat up. 

"Would you like to touch Mommy?"

"Oh, yes. I would very much like to touch Mommy."

"Undress me," she said looking down at the buttons of her blouse.

One by one, I unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse. I stopped to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next one. Once, they were all unbuttoned, I pulled her blouse out from her skirt and flayed it open exposing her white bra. She helped me removed her blouse, as I stared at her sitting there in her skirt and bra.

"You have a beautiful body," I said.

"I do."

"Yes, mother."

"Touch me," she said sticking out her bra covered breasts.

I felt her tits through her bra and as soon as her nipples made an appearance, I fingered them, before leaning down and sucking them through her bra.

"I love your bra," I confessed. "I always wanted to feel your tits through your bra."

"Take off my skirt," she said.

I reached around her, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. She partially stood for me to pull her skirt down and off. There we were sitting on the couch with me naked below the waist and her sitting there next to me in her white bra and panty.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said. "I can't believe my dreams have finally come true."

"Make love to me," she said throwing her arms around my neck, as I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra.

There they were, inches from me, her tits and they were magnificent.

"Your breasts are beautiful," I said afraid to touch them.

"Touch me," she said. "Feel Mommy's tits. Suck on Mommy's nipples."

She didn't have to ask me twice. I pushed her down on the couch and was all over her tits, touching them, feeling them, and caressing them before sucking her nipples, while she reached down and removed her panties. I felt her fingers around my cock guiding in me inside of her. I was fucking her. I was really fucking her. This was real. It wasn't a dream or my fantasy. I was making love to my stepmom.

My cock was where my Dad's cock once was. It was a surreal feeling to finally live out my fantasy. I was so very excited and we made love like that on the couch for nearly thirty minutes, before I could no longer hold back the gush of passion that I had for her.

As soon as I heard her gasping, as soon as I knew she was cumming, as soon as I knew my stepmom was just as sexually excited as I was to have my cock deep inside her pussy, I let go. It was amazing. Even after I shot my load, I was still hard. I ejaculated my cum in my stepmom. I couldn't believe it.

We stayed like that embracing, holding one another, catching our breath, and kissing every now and then. Then, I felt myself getting aroused and hard again. I started slowly humping her and when I did I grew harder. She reached down and inserted my cock inside her. We made love again, this time, it was longer before I could cum, at least, I thought it was longer, but it was only twenty minutes.

Finally, I got up off her and relaxed. My cock was still semi-erect and Carol, was holding onto me, playing with my cock and staring down at it, as if she had never seen one before. Then, she stood and started to dress. I watched her put on her bra and then her panties, before she put on her blouse and skirt.

"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "And I have a confession, too," she said looking down at me. "All those times that you were stealing peeks at my panties and bra, I was purposely flashing you," she said with a chuckle. "And I knew you were purposely flashing me your cock. I loved seeing your cock. Just as I knew you were masturbating over me, I'd go in my room later and masturbate to the thought of your cock buried in my pussy."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"All that time? I felt so guilty and perverted and dirty doing that to you."

"One more thing. When you saw me naked that Christmas morning. I heard you coming home, ran into my bedroom, and stripped off my clothes. I wanted you to see me naked. I was standing there waiting and hoping you'd open my bedroom door. I was so very excited, when you finally did."

I looked at her. I couldn't believe it. All those times that I beat myself up mentally feeling that I was being the little pervert by trying to see my stepmom's panties and bra and to catch her naked, while flashing her my cock, only to find out that she had been flashing me.

"You slut," I said. "Get over here," I said pulling her up by her wrist.

"Stop. What are you doing?"

"You need to be punished, mother. How dare you take advantage of me, an innocent boy. You are such a dirty woman. Get down over my knees."

"I will not. How dare you?"

"How dare I? How dare you?"

With one forceful pulled, I pulled her down and across my knees. I pulled her skirt over her round, beautiful ass, and pulled down her panties. I caressed her naked white ass before giving her my punishment for being a naughty slut.

"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!"

As soon as I heard her start to cry, I let her up.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You're forgiven," I said with a smile.

Then, we both started laughing and embraced and kissed. I spent the night there and Christmas morning, before I left. I couldn't believe all that happened in the matter of a day. Now, that I knew where she lived, I'd have my stepmom, my lover, the older, experienced woman in my life. Mrs. Robinson, Demi Moore, move over, because Carol, my Stepmom is going to teach me how to be a better lover and a better man.