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Christmas Cookies

By: SikFuk



Chester plodded through the mall like a soldier marching to his death, his feet aching, his ears ringing from the raucous commotion of the jabbering shoppers and the blaring racket of the Christmas carols. How he hated this yearly ritual; the cards on his wife's list that needed his signature, the stupid gifts for stupid relatives he hardly even knew. It was fun at first, marrying into a ready-made family, but as the years crawled by it became more and more complicated, especially this time of year.

As he passed the Frederick's window, a black teddy caught his eye. It wasn't so much the teddy as it was the mannequin wearing it; trim, small waist, jutting hips, pert breasts, just like his stepdaughter Ella.

Oh Lord, he thought to himself, I wonder what it would take to get Ella into that thing? He had seen Ella in a bikini once, but that was before she turned eighteen, so of course he couldn't ogle her ripe, young body. But now that she was of age, he could ogle all he wanted. In fact, Ella's ripe young body had become somewhat of an obsession with him. The way she slept in panties and a T-shirt with no bra, sometimes parading around the house that way when her mom wasn't around, the way her running shorts showed the cheeks of her ass if the angle was right, these little episodes had become the very reason for his existence.

His face reddening, he strolled into the store and was immediately overcome by the smell of perfume and the giggles of the salesgirls behind the counter. Frozen with shame, he glanced about furtively. Ella's mom Margaret would kill him if he bought her lovely daughter a black teddy, but what if she didn't know? What if he did it behind her back? That had been happening more and more lately; the late nights at the office surfing for porn, the occasional stop at the stripper bar down on the Southside. Something had to give, and it was up to Chester to make it happen. 

But a black teddy? Perhaps it would be more prudent to go with something less obvious. He spied a colorful rack displaying various G-strings and T-backs, some gold, some silver, all of them tiny and revealing. Perfect he thought to himself, Margaret will never know, and if she does find them, Ella can just say she got them from one of her girlfriends. With renewed confidence, he grabbed a five-pack of assorted thongs and took them to the counter.

"Will this be all?" the young Hispanic lady asked, her painted-on eyebrows arching dramatically. Chester nodded, glancing at her luscious brown cleavage spilling out of her top like gravy overflowing a big scoop of Margaret's mashed potatoes.

"That's all," he stammered, his face burning. The saleslady ignored him, punching in the transaction with one hand while texting with the other. Taking his change, Chester made his exit safely, with no one asking who the thongs were for, or why a fifty-something dude was leering at a young salesgirl's cleavage in a Frederick's store.



Christmas Cookies



Some of the women who worked at Crawford and Blake Commercial Realty decided it would be a great way to demonstrate the spirit of the Holidays. Others felt it would invite more of the tension and conflict that already existed between many of the members of the sales team who battled desperately to close that final deal of the year; a deal that would ultimately push the struggling firm into the black for the first time all year. Hannah dashed off an email invitation to the other female members of the staff before Jessica had a chance to do the same. It read, "Please join me in my home next Saturday for an afternoon of fun and fellowship as we bake Christmas Cookies for the Holidays and enjoy a cup of cheer!"

Jessica Brady and Hannah Philips worked as sales representatives at Crawford and Blake. The annual award given to the sales-rep-of-the-year had gone back and forth between the two twice in four years. As a result, a rivalry had developed between the two that was fast becoming bitter.

"Well, if Jessica is going, you can count me out," said Christina poking her head over the top of Hannah's cubicle. "I can't believe you'd even invite her into your home."

Jessica was a bitchy, busty, know-it-all blonde who always had to be right. That unfortunate character flaw actually detracted very little from the overall beauty of that tall, sexy woman, and it was a flaw easily and often overlooked by the men who were enchanted by her obvious female charms. It was also a flaw that Hannah found unbearable and only added to her growing hatred for her colleague.

Hannah was controlling, curvaceous and competitive. She had an elegant, clean look about her, like a model in a high priced catalog; gorgeous and unapproachable. Though her beauty tended to conceal her vile, vindictive side, her dislike for Jessica had become an obsession, and she derived great satisfaction from deliberately pushing Jessica's buttons. Her husband wished she wouldn't let Jessica aggravate her as she did, as he felt it often resulted in the exhibition of some truly ugly behavior on his wife's part. Consumed with vengeance as she was, Hannah didn't really care how her husband felt. As a result, the rivalry only escalated. 

Both women were very immature in their actions toward one another. Once, when Jessica had taken credit for one of Hannah's ideas, Hannah retaliated by typing a suggestive email to the boss on Jessica's email when she had left it unattended to go to the ladies room. Hannah even went so far as to remove her own thong panties, stuff them in her pussy to collect some of her pungent juices, and then secretly deposit the gooey garment in her boss's top desk drawer to accompany the lewd email she'd sent. Jessica left that day in tears and the boss issued an email banning all practical jokes within the office. He kept the panties.

Nevertheless, and certainly not surprisingly, Jessica liked to brag. She made those who had to endure her conceit positively miserable. Like a proper arch enemy, Hannah had taken it upon herself to discredit any and all of Jessica's claims, even if she had to make things up just to be contrary. Soon, whenever the two were involved in conversation, it became impossible to distinguish truth from hyperbole. 

One Friday, at happy hour, the girls from Crawford and Blake gathered to unwind from a busy work week. Jessica and Hannah got into it over just about everything that came up. The two acted like bitchy high school girls, and the alcohol didn't help the situation. Jessica claimed to have had the most beautiful wedding possible. Hannah claimed to have had the most beautiful wedding possible. They described the dresses, the menus, even the song selections of the DJ. Then, they moved on to the honeymoon where things took a dangerous turn.

Jessica claimed her husband had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She described how he used it to bring her more satisfaction than any bride had ever received on her wedding night. Then, Hannah claimed her husband had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She proudly described how her husband, Ross, was perfect in every way. He always took time for foreplay. He always made sure Hannah came first.

"Yeah, well, it's too bad the guys with the biggest cocks can't seem to keep it in their pants," quipped one young sales rep, growing tired of the exaggerated claims of her co-workers.

The other five women in attendance chimed in their agreement, some sharing testimony in support of her statement. Soon, the group, including Jessica, had begun complaining about their husbands being dogs; always looking at other women, looking at porn, going to strip clubs, and ultimately getting caught fucking the baby sitter, the hot coed neighbor or, in one case, their own sister. But Hannah really angered Jessica when she claimed that Ross never participated in the aforementioned activities, nor exhibited any behavior symptomatic of infidelity. 

Hannah had been married to Ross for five years. She married Ross because he was an absolute sweetheart who'd do anything she said. As a result, Ross was severely pussy whipped, an existence he put up with for five obvious reasons; two of them sat proudly on Hannah's chest and required a 34DD bra to hold in place, two of them were split by a pair of thong panties that only accentuated the mouthwatering way the globes of her bubble butt undulated when she walked, and the fifth was plump and smooth, and sat barely concealed behind the gusset of those g-string style thong panties she always insisted on wearing.

Unfortunately, Hannah had become a bit careless with the way she bossed her husband around, forgetting that he was a human with feelings and not just some minion with a big dick. Using either his mouth or a combination of his mouth and fingers, Ross enjoyed driving Hannah into some sort of extended orgasmic seizure where all she could do was lay on the bed and quiver. She loved the way he'd then fuck her senseless, driving her through one seemingly unbearable orgasm after another as he pumped his massive tool into her rippling pussy. 

Eventually, when she could no longer handle the endless sexual stimulation, Hannah would muster her last bit of energy to firmly push her husband away, whether he'd cum or not. Then, once she'd regained her composure, she was off the bed and into the shower; no cuddling, no affection, not even a "thank you" did she ever have for her considerate lover. Ross was often left stroking his straining erection, trying to coax his own satisfaction from its mushroom shaped head in ribbons of white.

"Not only is Ross a better man than any of the 'dogs' you all seem to be married to," said Hannah beginning to lose her temper. "But none of you would even be able to take his big ole cock in your dried up little pussies!"

Gasps and squeals of indignation percolated through the group. One young lady simply put her drink down and left. Hannah crossed her arms defiantly as Jessica stepped forward and got right in her face.

"Bitch, not only can I fuck your man like the dog that he is, but I can make him cum so hard he'll forget all about your tired old cunt," said Jessica, screwing her lips into a condescending smirk.

"Fuck you, Jessica," screeched Hannah.

"No, fuck you Hannah," shot back Jessica. "Just because you live in your naïve little world doesn't mean we have to."

"Come on, guys, let's not fight" whispered Pam as she stepped between the two women. 

An uncomfortable silence overtook the group. Tabs were paid and all of the girls left the bar with a bad taste in their mouths. So, when considering the invitation that went out announcing the Christmas Cookie Baking Party at Hannah's house, most of the girls decided to pass on the event rather than witness those two go at it again. As a result, the only guest to show up at Hannah's that Saturday afternoon was Jessica Brady.

"I'll get it," yelled Ross as he rose to go answer the door. He had thought about making himself scarce while his wife entertained her guests, but given what happened last happy hour, Ross had decided to stick around as a chaperone. He opened the door and was greeted with a most pleasant sight; Jessica standing tall in a pair of black pumps, her super tight jeans a second skin. Her breathtaking breasts were concealed in a white, form-fitting, v-neck t-shirt that showed lots of smooth cleavage, topped off with a herring bone tweed jacket. She was smiling and holding a bottle of champagne against her hip.

"Hi, Ross," said Jessica as she leaned forward and pressed her cheek to his, her breasts mashing against his chest.

"Hi, Jessica," said Ross, drinking in the intoxicating aroma she gave off; some sort of cocktail of perfume and pussy juice. "Good to see you again."

Ross stepped aside to allow Jessica to walk in, and to give him the opportunity to briefly study her body as she passed. He had remembered she was hot, but he had no idea that she was this hot. But Jessica knew just how hot she was, and she was on a mission to fuck this man and put an end to the rivalry that existed between the two ladies. 

"Hey, Jessica," called Hannah from the kitchen. "Come on back."

"I'll see you later," said Jessica as she turned and winked before proceeding into the kitchen.

Ross was intrigued by Jessica's wink as any man would be, and he was glad he had decided to stay around as this promised to be, at the very least, entertaining.

Jessica held her arms out as an invitation for a hug while still clutching the bottle of champagne. Hannah noticed that except for the tweed jacket, she and Jessica were identically attired.

"Hannah, thanks so much for inviting me," she began as she pressed her own boobs firmly against those of her rival and squeezed her tightly. "I want you to know that I come in peace... in keeping with the spirit of the holidays."

Jessica did not relinquish their embrace, but rather leaned back and looked Hannah straight in the eye, the champagne bottle comfortably resting in the crack of Hannah's ass.

"I admit I've been kind of a bitch lately and I want to apologize," she said studying the way Hannah's bra allowed her breasts to sit so naturally upon her chest. "It's just that, well, I really admire you Hannah and sometimes I get jealous and competitive and that leads right to bitchy and I don't want it to go there again with you in our relationship."

Hannah waited for Jessica to look up again so she could look into her eyes, and when she did, she found her gaze alluring, warm and friendly. She searched her face for sarcasm but there was none. Hannah suddenly felt bad for how she had treated Jessica in the past. Both women had begun to blink back tears as they finally separated. A few awkward seconds of silence crawled by as Jessica and Hannah stared strangely into each other's eyes.

"Well I agree," said Hannah finally. She reached for the bottle Jessica was holding. "And I think we should add this one to the ones I have chilling in the fridge, ...open a colder one, and ...drink a toast to our new beginning."

Jessica handed over the bottle and smiled her approval. She noticed that Hannah had rested the bottle on her hip as she herself would have done. She found the view of Hannah bending over as she dealt with the champagne to be quite impressive. Though this attraction was definitely narcissistic, it triggered a realization in Jessica that she'd never even considered.

"You know, I'm beginning to think...," started Jessica squinting in thought.

"That we're more alike than we are different?" asked Hannah finishing Jessica's thought for her. The two women giggled at their discovery.

As they consumed the first bottle of champagne, Hannah and Jessica revealed their common interests. They were amazed at their overall similarities. Soon, they were chatting away like old friends catching up after years of estrangement. After a half hour of animated conversation, the two decided no one else was coming and they'd better get started baking cookies.

"While you're setting up the cookie sheets, I'll open another bottle of bubbly," said Jessica sauntering over to the refrigerator. Hannah watched as Jessica's hips swayed smoothly from side to side as she glided across the floor. She whished she could walk like that.

"I think we should share this bottle with Ross, don't you?" asked Jessica reaching for another champagne flute. Hannah again marveled at the way Jessica's hips sloped radically inward as they turned into the taught muscles of her lower back, giving a shelf like quality to the exposed portion of her upper buttocks. 

"That's a good idea," said Hannah drying her hands with a dish towel. "There's no way we should be drinking all this champagne by ourselves." 

Hannah watched as Jessica marched out of the kitchen and down the hall with the poise and confidence of a runway model. Her walk had a sexiness to it that Hannah just couldn't get enough of. She turned and walked into the pantry trying to emulate Jessica's gait. 

"Here's a little treat for you, Ross," said Jessica as she walked over next to the wing chair on which he sat watching TV. When he looked up smiling, Jessica leaned down, gently lifted his chin and gave Ross a warm, sensuous kiss on his stunned mouth. She pulled away and looked carefully into his widened eyes. Then she leaned in again, pressed her full lips to his and briefly allowed her tongue to find his. After a second or two, she again pulled away and wiped her lipstick from his lips with her thumb.

"And here's a glass of champagne for you too," she said handing him the glass.

Jessica turned and marched back into the kitchen the same way she had entered; knowing this time that Ross's eyes were on her ass the whole way.

Hannah and Jessica spent the next hour making and baking a variety of cookies and other treats. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of baking cookies. Eventually Ross caught a whiff, triggering the release of even more dopamine into his system. The champagne had provided just the right amount of buzz and he looked forward to his glass being refilled in the near future. 

"Open another bottle of bubbly will you, Jessica?" asked Hannah over her shoulder. "I gotta to run to the lady's room."

Jessica deftly slid the cork from the bottle with a faint hiss of air. She giggled when she realized how much that sounded like a pussy fart. After filling the glasses with champagne, Jessica again marched into the room where Ross sat waiting for her arrival, his cock growing harder with each audible strike of her heel against the hardwood floors.

"Want some more, Ross?" asked Jessica mindlessly rubbing the cold bottle back and forth over her right nipple as she stood looking down at him. She had removed her jacket when they started cooking, so Ross had a clear view of her hardening nipple as condensation from the bottle created a see-through area on her white t-shirt. 

"Yes, please," said Ross as he raised his glass and smiled. 

She poured the bubble filled liquid painfully slowly while looking back and forth between the glass she was filling and the tented material in the middle of Ross's crotch. When she'd finished, Ross raised his glass as a gesture of thanks and then took a sip. As the glass touched his lips, Jessica lowered the concave indentation on the bottom of the champagne bottle onto the upturned head of Ross's pant covered erection. Champagne bubbled against Ross's nose as he started from the sudden sensation. Again, the condensation performed its magic as the full impression of the head of a hardened penis was revealed when Jessica removed the bottle from its perch.

"Hmm," breathed Jessica as she massaged the bulbous head of his cloth covered penis with her finger tips. "This promises to be a tight fit."

The timer dinged in the kitchen indicating that the cookies were done. Jessica bent at the waist and swirled her tongue around the soaked fabric covering Ross's throbbing erection. She then kissed the tip, turned, and walked back into the kitchen as the sound of the toilet flushing came from the first floor powder room. After a sip or two of champagne, the two women carefully arranged the baked goodies on a number of different plates according to their variety.

"Which ones do you think are the best?" asked Hannah.

"They all look good," said Jessica licking her lips. "Maybe we should ask Ross to judge them?"

"Oh, he'll think he's died and gone to heaven," smiled Hannah.

"I guess that would make us a couple of angels, wouldn't it?" said Jessica starting to laugh.

Still laughing, the women each carried two plates of cookies in to Ross and began presenting them as if they were the sexy models on a TV game show. They pranced about, striking poses, giggling, eating cookies, and swilling champagne until the third bottle had been consumed.

"Damn, we're out of champagne again," exclaimed Hannah, her intoxication beginning to show.

"I'll get us another bottle," said Jessica, marching toward the kitchen with her exaggerated, sexy, runway model walk.

"Look at that, Ross," squealed Hannah. "Is that not the sexiest walk you've ever seen?"

"Oh, stop it, Hannah," yelled Jessica from the kitchen.

"No, really, did you see how her butt grinds from side to side as she walks," asked Hannah of her husband who wasn't sure agreeing with her would be in his best interest or even safe.

"I told you I can show you how to work it," laughed Jessica from the kitchen. "It's all in the knees."

Hannah and Ross watched attentively as Jessica marched back into the room with a fourth bottle of champagne. She posed briefly showing off the label; then she slowly slid the bottle back and forth in her crotch before clamping her thighs firmly around the base so that it pointed upward at a 45 degree angle. Then, supporting the bottle with her left hand, Jessica slid her right hand up and down the neck of the bottle as if she were jerking it off, eventually gripping the cork in her hand and twisting it off in her palm with a sharp hiss of air.

Ross and Hannah laughed and applauded Jessica' provocative performance. Champagne was poured and frivolous holiday toasts were made as the inebriated partiers further relaxed their inhibitions. No one would ever have predicted that Hannah and Jessica would ever interact so amicably.

"Ok, watch carefully," said Jessica standing with her back to Hannah. "When you're in heels, you have a tendency to lock your knees and walk using only your hips and your toes, but this doesn't give you any sway."

Jessica walked across the room and back again in demonstration. Then, with her back still turned, she lifted her foot off the ground as if lifting it out of a bucket and setting it down toe to heel in front of her.

"Here's the trick," warned Jessica. "Once you put that front foot down you have to bend the knee to get your hip to drop slightly as you shift your body weight in preparation for lifting your other leg to take the next step. That little adjustment will add a sexy grind to your walk."

"Oh my god, that's so cool!" gushed Hannah jumping up to try it herself.

Effortlessly Hannah was strutting about the house with a new found sexiness. Ross could only look on with profound approval and offer his encouragement with cat calls and wolf whistles. The attention seemed to spur Hannah on as she began to paw at her own breasts and rub her fingers over her crotch losing herself in her own sensuality.

"Damn, that's hot," said Ross.

"If you think that's hot, you should see how that walk looks in a short skirt," said Jessica.

"Oh my god, I bet it looks really hot," squealed Hannah as she grabbed Jessica's hand and dragged her up the stairs to her bedroom. "Ross, more champagne, we'll be right back."

"Where you all going?" asked Ross confused.

"Jessica's going to show me how to rock the clothes in my closet," Hannah yelled over the banister. "Now get the champagne and you can judge the outfits we pick out."




Christmas Cookies



Once the fifth bottle of champagne was opened and the glasses filled, Ross sat back to enjoy the show. Hannah came down the stairs carrying an armful of clothes and shoes. Jessica followed carrying two more pairs of shoes. They rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and deposited the items on the dining room table, out of sight of Ross.

"Now, as far as I'm concerned, there are basically three versions of the short skirt," explained Jessica as she unbuttoned her jeans. "Each serves a purpose and each one requires a different walk."

"Only three?" asked Hannah, hanging on Jessica's every word, and unbuttoning her own jeans as well.

"Only three, in my opinion," clarified Jessica wiggling her jeans off of her rounded hips. "They are the pencil, the kilt, and slut-wear."

Hannah paused to openly admire the smoothness of Jessica's firm thighs and buttocks; the flawless contour of her haunch interrupted by the thin string holding the tiniest of g-sting panties in place. She noticed how remarkably similar to her own derrière was Jessica's beautiful bubble butt. She wondered if her own looked that good.

"My god you've got a beautiful ass," exclaimed Hannah stepping on her jeans to pull her foot free.

"Oh my god that is such a compliment coming from you, I mean, like you have the best ass in the office! I'm so jealous! So, for you to pay me that compliment means so much to me," gushed Jessica.

"And here I thought you had the best ass in the office," laughed Hannah.

Jessica smiled sweetly, then picked out a black pencil skirt from the pile and wiggled her way into it. It fell to just above her knees with a three inch slit up the back. After putting her black pumps on again she strode into the living room where Ross was eagerly awaiting the start of the show.

"With the pencil skirt, it is necessary to walk as if on a tight rope to make any headway," explained Jessica as she swayed across the floor. "The form-fitting lines of the skirt accentuate the fullness and movement of the hips without revealing too much skin, and it therefore maybe considered appropriate as business attire."

She walked over to the couch and, keeping her knees together, perched at a 45 degree angle on the cushion with her fingers laced gently in her lap; very lady-like yet very sexy too.

"The constricting design of the skirt demands you to keep your knees together, so there's no danger of exposing a certain female body part," smiled Jessica. 

She then rose and walked back into the dining room.

"Your turn," said Jessica wiggling out of the skirt.

Ross thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Here he was, sipping champagne and watching two sexy women perfect their sexiness. He watched with a combination of awe and lust as Hannah walked in and paraded about in the most provocative way. His cock was rock hard and he dare not touch it; the visual stimulation alone was doing the job of keeping it hard. Yet deep inside there was this faint feeling that something was wrong; that somehow this was all too good to be true. Then Jessica marched out wearing a short, plaid kilt and some high heeled, lace-up ankle boots.

Jessica's skirt hung just above finger tip length, and the pleats and wrap-around nature of the design resulted in a considerable amount of movement when she walked. Hints of upper thigh and lower buttock were revealed as Jessica rocked her hips from side to side as she walked around the room.

"The kilt is a playful design, suitable for a variety of events or occasions; always fun, always sporty, always sexy," said Jessica as she continued to school her pupil. "Your walk can be much more carefree with long strides."

Back in the dining room, Jessica removed the skirt so that Hannah could practice what she'd been taught. Hannah proceeded to tease Ross with her skills in the plaid kilt, finally noticing the huge erection he had been sporting in his trousers. She found it so naughty to be acting this sexy around him in the presence of another woman. It also made her pussy wet.

"My god, did you see Ross's cock? I'm like so wet right now!" whispered Hannah excitedly as she unbuttoned her kilt and let it fall to the ground.

"He wants you so badly right now," said Jessica peering around the doorway into the living room.

"I know, right," said Hannah peeping over her shoulder, her nipples rubbing up against Jessica's shoulder blades.

"Wait until he sees you in some slut-wear," said Jessica reaching back to pat her playfully on the butt. "He's going to want to fuck you right there in the living room!"

"Oh, you're so bad," squealed Hannah.

"And if he does," said Jessica turning and backing Hannah into the dining room. "Can I watch?"

"No, you little pervert," said Hannah swatting Jessica's rear as if she were a naughty little girl.

The sound made when Hannah's fingers swung up into Jessica's butt cheek was sharp, almost like a snap. The flesh rebounded and set in motion a rippling affect that moved up Jessica's buttock and down again.

"Ouch," giggled Jessica wiggling her butt to dissipate the sting. "That hurt!"

"Oh, it did, did it?" asked Hannah smiling mischievously.

"Yes, it did," said Jessica rubbing the pink spot it left on her lower cheek.

"Wussy," teased Hannah. 

"Oh yeah, let's see how you like it?" said Jessica as she gave Hannah's tush a good swat. 

"Ooh, that stings," said Hannah looking back over her shoulder at the sexy woman standing behind her. She rested her forearms on the dining room table and thrust her naked ass cheeks toward Jessica. "Do it again."

Without hesitation, Jessica smacked Hannah's ass again, this time with considerably more force. A tiny squeal and giggle followed the smack.

"Again?" asked Jessica.

"Mmh hmmh," nodded Hannah, surprised at how good it felt.

Five more times; five for each cheek, that's how many times Jessica smacked Hannah's jiggling booty before Hannah finally said she'd had enough.

"Oh my god, look at how red your ass got," said Jessica squatting down behind her colleague to get a better look. She soothingly caressed the crimson flesh with her fingers as Hannah lay her head on her arms and moaned her approval. 

"Really?" said Hannah dreamily.

"Yeah, and your flesh is actually hot to the touch," said Jessica, pressing her cheek to the glowing flesh.

The aroma that exists when one is that close to a woman can be intoxicating and Jessica soon found herself drunk with passion. She puckered her lips and planted a warm, wet kiss on Hannah's left ass cheek; then she did the same to the right one. Five more times; five for each cheek, that's how many times Jessica kissed Hannah's jiggling booty before Jessica finally said she couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't take this anymore," whispered Jessica to whoever was listening.

Jessica lifted the string from the crack of Hannah's ass and dragged it half way around the swell of her protruding butt cheek. The string pulled the left side of her pussy open, exposing the creamy wetness within. Before she knew what was happening, Hannah felt the tip of a nose press up against her asshole as a warm, wet tongue slithered its way into her pussy.

"Oh my god," gasped Hannah as her thighs immediately began to tremble.

Hannah spread her legs wider and arched her back which made her ass cheeks rise and separate. Jessica repositioned herself so that she was directly behind Hannah and could bury her face deeper into her butt crack. She wrapped her hands around the front of Hannah's thighs and tickled the tip of her clit with the tip of her tongue. Pussy juice began to trickle from the stimulated orifice until it dripped from Jessica's chin.

"Oh my god," hissed Hannah again as she shook her head from side to side, consumed by the sensation.

Jessica felt Hannah's clit stiffen and lengthen as she continued to tease it with her tongue. She felt the contractions of Hannah's pussy as it instinctively prepared to milk a cock of its seed. Jessica couldn't believe how exciting it was to be face deep in Hannah's ass and driving her toward an orgasm. She had never done anything like this in her life, but this felt so right somehow and she didn't want it to end.

"Shit, Jessica, your technique is amazing," said Hannah, her voice trembling.

"I've never done this before," said Jessica sliding a finger easily into Hannah's tightening pussy. "I'm just doing what I like done to me."

Jessica withdrew her finger, sucked Hannah's juices off the digit, and then slid two back into her slippery fuck hole. Her finger tips found the rippled ridges of Hannah's G-spot and produced even more tremors in her co-worker's succulent thighs. Pussy juice squeezed between her knuckles and coated the back of Jessica's hand.

"You're making me so wet!" groaned Hannah.

"Yeah, it's gonna feel so good when Ross slides his big ole cock into you," said Jessica adding a third finger to the two already sloshing around in Hannah's honey pot.

"Oh, Jessica," mumbled Hannah, her pussy throttling Jessica's plunging fingers.

"Want me to call Ross?" asked Jessica withdrawing her soaked fingers and licking them clean.

Hannah turned and looked at Jessica with a worried look on her face.

"I guess," offered Hannah meekly.

"Or do you want me to make you cum first," asked Jessica trying to gauge Hannah's expression.

Hannah said nothing in response. Jessica leaned in and slurped Hannah's swollen inner lips into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the wrinkled flaps of skin. Hannah lowered her forehead to the table and moaned. 

"Can you make me cum first?" asked Hannah quietly into the table.

Jessica focused her efforts on moving Hannah over the orgasmic edge. She used every tongue stroke she knew to stimulate Hannah's clit to the point where orgasm was inevitable. Hannah was surprised at how quickly her orgasm was overtaking her, and she was surprised at how powerful it promised to be. Whenever Hannah is about to have an earth shattering orgasm, she feels a tightness in her womb that's just shy of the feeling she gets when cramps are coming on. 

Hannah's uterus flexed and her orgasm commenced. Her legs, which had been trembling, suddenly stiffened and then became like rubber and totally useless. Hannah splayed her fingers on the dining room table in an attempt to hold on as she struggled to support herself through the convulsing orgasm that took control of her entire body.

The groans came in pulses from deep in Hannah's chest. She trembled and convulsed as the tip of Jessica's tongue fluttered skillfully across Hannah's hardened clitoris. Jessica's face smeared pussy juice all over Hannah's ass as she gripped her thighs and held on until the convulsions subsided. Jessica pulled her face away and watched as Hannah's gaping pussy flexed open and closed involuntarily.

"Ooh, this pussy's ready for a nice hard cock," announced Jessica as she lovingly smoothed Hannah's pussy juice all over her shiny, wet bubble butt. "Can I call Ross?"

"Yes, call Ross," breathed Hannah, her head lolling from her shoulders. "Tell him to come fuck me."

Jessica turned to call Ross and found him standing in the doorway. His left hand held his unbuckled pants and briefs at mid thigh; his right stroked an impressively rigid tool, a single strand of pre-cum dangling from the tip. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide with anticipation.

"I heard smacking and I thought...," mumbled Ross in explanation for his presence.

Jessica smiled and beckoned him over with a provocative crook of her finger. Ross stepped out of his pants and walked over behind Hannah, his cock waving from side to side as he moved. Jessica reached out and grabbed the massive appendage, guiding the head into her drooling mouth. She slurped on the head and then pushed the phallus into her mouth until the head reached the back of her throat. There she paused, cupping and fondling his balls with her right hand before forcing the head past her uvula and into her throat.

Ross closed his eyes and moaned deeply as the sensation of Jessica's throat pulsed around his cock head. She pulled the gooey muscle from her throat and lined it up with Hannah's wet, gaping pussy. Once in place, Ross applied steady pressure until all nine inches was buried in Hannah's swollen pussy.

"Oooooooh, fuck," moaned Hannah as her pussy was stuffed full of cock. 

Ross slowly withdrew his rock hard erection from Hannah's clenching cunt and drove it home again until his thighs smacked against Hannah's protruding butt cheeks. He then set a slow but steady pace of long slow withdrawals and deep plunging thrusts as he thoroughly fucked his wife and drove her to another toe-curling orgasm.

Jessica watched in awe for a number of minutes the close-up view of a cock fucking a pussy; something she'd never witnessed in real life, especially from this close. The sound, the smell, the taste; Jessica rubbed her wet panties into her hardening clit and drooling pussy lips. She felt electrified by the sexual energy that was in the air at that moment.

"Jessica, please come over here," whispered Hannah. "I want you."

Hannah stood up slightly, but not enough to require Ross to disengage or stop fucking her. She pulled Jessica in front of her so that Jessica's butt was mashed against the edge of the dining room table. There, the two women kissed passionately. Hannah released Jessica's large breasts and assaulted her nipples with her lips and tongue. Soon, Hannah had Jessica sitting on the table with her legs draped over Hannah's shoulders as she tried her hand at eating pussy.

Hannah's foray into pussy worship was cut short as another massive orgasm overtook her and forced her to end all stimulation immediately before she passed out. Hannah roughly stepped backward into Ross and then forward again, pulling her pussy off of his cock.

"No more! Fuck! Stop!" screamed Hannah as she slid to the floor and curled into the fetal position still trembling and convulsing from her orgasm.

Ross was left standing and stroking his fat fuck stick. Across from him lay Jessica still holding her thighs apart for Hannah. Since she hadn't cum yet and neither had Ross, it seemed only logical that Ross bury his impossibly hard cock in Jessica's waiting pussy. After all, this is what Jessica originally came here to do. But somehow things had changed since she'd arrived, and she no longer felt motivated by revenge. Her motivation now was purely sexual. 

Ross had decided for himself that he was going to fuck Jessica and stepped forward to line his dick up with her opened vagina. He felt he was owed this opportunity; that he had earned this right having been denied for so long the opportunity to spew his semen into a clenching, orgasming pussy. He laid his thick, heavy cock fully onto Jessica's upturned pussy. Jessica placed her fingers over his penis and applied pressure as he dragged it back and forth over her clit and crinkled pussy lips. She held onto the head as it passed through her fingers and prevented it from penetrating her pouting pussy.

"Hannah, can I...?" 

"Fuck her, Ross," said Hannah looking up at the couple from the floor. "Fuck her good, Ross."

And Ross proceeded to do just that. He fucked Jessica with a vigor that surprised even Ross himself. He made her cum as she lay on the table holding her thighs open. He made her cum as she sat astride him and rode him while he sucked on her nipples. He made her cum as he drove his manhood mercilessly into her pussy as she knelt in the chair and he stood behind her. He marveled at how much of his cock she could take and still fuck him back. But ultimately, he felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment as he finally got the opportunity to pump his seed into a hot, spasming cunt.

Ross cried out and shook and shuddered. Jessica felt his cock expanding and contracting as it discharged his jism into her overstuffed pussy. Hannah had watched the impressive display from the floor, and when she saw his balls draw up tight in his scrotum as he prepared to cum, she crawled forward and tickled both his cock and Jessica's dangling clit with the tip of her tongue. Jessica began to convulse as yet another orgasm consumed her and the contractions of her spasming pussy pushed Ross over the edge. With the tip of her tongue Hannah felt the pulses of Ross's penis as it pumped Jessica's pussy full of semen.

Once all movement, voluntary and involuntary, had ended Ross withdrew his still hardened penis, releasing a steady flow of milky white semen from Jessica's gaping pussy directly into Hannah's opened mouth. For her first taste of her husband's semen, she thought it tasted pretty good, though she wondered if the situation and Jessica's sweet pussy hadn't added their own flavor to the mix. Nevertheless, she savored both the experience and the pungent nectar it produced.

The threesome moved the party into the bedroom where they fucked each other for the next three hours. Jessica left for home much later than she had anticipated and she carried with her far fewer cookies than she had promised her husband upon her return. He wasn't home when she got there any way. He didn't get home until after ten.

The next day, Sunday, Jessica dashed off an email to Hannah welcoming her to the "Kennel Club", thanking her for letting her fuck her "dog" of a husband, and admitting that she had been wrong and Hannah had been right; that Ross did have the biggest cock she'd ever seen. 

Jessica placed the cursor over the word "send" and then paused in thought. She thought about the sexual magic she had been a part of less than 24 hours ago. She thought about their undeniable compatibility and wondered if she was losing a BFF before she even got one. Ultimately, she questioned whether this was a relationship she really wanted to sever in this manner.

Jessica hit the "delete" button and closed her lap top. She wondered what Hannah and Ross may be doing on New Years' Eve.



Christmas Cookies



Chapter One

Twenty-eight days before Christmas I found myself in a remote, fortified camp in what seemed to be a million miles from nowhere. I am Lieutenant Eric Steiger, United States Navy, and I command a mixed unit of Marines and Navy SEALs. Our mission is to gather intelligence on arms being transported from Iran into Afghanistan. 

"Hey, Lieutenant. The supply helo is about ten minutes out. Do you have anything that needs to go back to headquarters?" Chief Petty Officer Thomas Kincaid asked, as he entered my make shift office.

"Yeah", I replied. Grabbing a sealed envelope I placed it into a document pouch, zipped it shut and activated the lock. "Come on. I'll walk up to the landing zone with you."

"I sure hope there's mail on this bird. It's been hard on the men, not getting anything from home for the past few weeks, especially this close to Christmas", the chief said as we walked up to the LZ.

"Hope so, too. Morale is suffering without it", I responded.

Just as we arrived at the LZ the familiar 'whaump, whaump, whaump' sound of the helicopter's main rotor signaled its arrival. As soon as it touched down, the pilot killed the engine and he and the co-pilot climbed down to stretch their legs after the long flight from the carrier cruising a hundred or so miles off the coast.

When he saw me, he reached back into the cockpit and retrieved a similar pouch to the one I was holding. Once we exchanged the bags I asked about mail. "Your guys are going to be real happy, I got a ton of it on board", he said.

"Great", I smiled. After exchanging some info on what was happening in the world I left, leaving the chief to organize a work party to unload.

As soon as the first mail bag came off I knew the morale in the camp would skyrocket. As for me I knew there would be nothing from home. I had no family. My father was killed in action when I was fifteen years old and my mother followed six years later, two months before I received my commission. I had no brothers or sisters and no aunts or uncles. 

Up until two months ago I had a fiance. Then I got the letter. Ten words that crashed my world. 'You're not here. I was lonely. I found someone.' She didn't even sign it.

Returning to my office, which also doubled as my sleeping quarters, I unlocked the bag and retrieved the envelope inside. It contained a single page of orders. To sum it up. 'Remain on station. Continue monitoring situation. No relief, no going home'.

Twenty minutes later I heard the helo as it took off heading back to its carrier. 

Meanwhile, Chief Kincaid and his counter part Gunnery Sergeant Juan Diego Rodriguez, known as JD to friend and foe alike, were in the mess tent distributing the mail. There were some two dozen large mail bags containing letters, cards, newspapers, magazines and packages. One particular package was simply addressed 'US Serviceman, War Zone'. Some how it found its way here. As was the custom with packages such as this one each man wrote his name on a slip of paper and placed it into a box. One name would be drawn and that individual received the package. 

Kincaid filled out two slips and holding one up for all to see that it was Lieutenant Steiger's name before he dropped it into the box. The other slip of paper also had Steiger's name on it, but no one saw that one. The chief knew, as did every one else in the unit, about the 'Dear John' letter. Things like that are impossible to keep secret amongst men that live and fight together in the military. He figured that his lieutenant had two shots out of a hundred to winning the prize. Little did he know that every man in the outfit had written Steiger's name down before placing into the box.

"Hey, Lieutenant", Kincaid called out before entering my little office. Placing the package on my desk, he stated, "you won."

I mumbled my thanks as he left and and began opening the package. Packed in styrofoam peanuts I found two cans of shaving cream, a razor with two eight packs of blades. Someone had spent some serious money on this gift as I knew that the blades alone ran about twenty bucks a package each. Digging in deeper I found a bottle of aftershave and a couple bottles of shampoo. From the very bottom I lifted out a Christmas cookie tin. Inside were two dozen home made Christmas cookies tightly wrapped in aluminum foil. Inside the tin with the cookies was a note which read.

Hello

My name is Catherine Schneider and some of my girlfriends at church decided to send Christmas packages to you guys overseas. Not knowing what to send, my dad suggested to send some things that every guy could use. The cookies were my idea.

I can not begin to tell you how proud and grateful we all are for the sacrifices you have made for our country. It must be very lonely for you being so far away from family, loved ones and friends, especially at this time of year. 

If you ever feel the need to talk to someone, I would love to hear from you. I have enclosed my address at the bottom of this note. Merry Christmas,

Catherine Schneider 

I sat there for over an hour eating Christmas cookies and thinking. Finally, I picked up a pad of letter paper and a pen and began to write.

Hello Catherine

My name is Eric Steiger. I am a lieutenant in the United States Navy stationed in Afghanistan. Your father was correct, I can use every one of the items you sent. Thank yo so very much for your thoughtfulness and kindness. Words cannot express how much your gifts mean to me.

I have been here a little over four months, and yes, it is lonely. My parents are both gone and I have no other living relatives. I would very much like to accept your offer to correspond with me. Unfortunately, we have no access to e-mail and depend entirely on snail mail. My mailing address is a the bottom of this note.

I can't tell you where I am exactly or what I am doing for obvious reasons. I can tell you it's always cold with a lot of bad weather in the winter and hot and dry in the summers. The people here are very unfriendly and we have to be constantly on guard to protect ourselves. 

I have a confession to make. As I sat here writing this letter I ate every single one of your cookies. They were wonderful and reminded me of happier Christmases a long time ago when I was a little boy. Thank you so very much. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your family.

Eric

Chapter Two

"Catherine, Catherine", Mary Schneider called. "Catherine, where are you? We have some Christmas cards."

"I am in the library trying to get ahead on my reading for next semester", I replied. 

When Mary walked into the library she found her daughter with a college algebra and trig textbook open on the table in front of her. "Oh, I don't blame you trying to get ahead. Mathematics always confused me, too. But it's Christmas Eve, do you think you could put that away for awhile?"

"Yeah, you're right. Let's enjoy the holiday and I'll worry about this later", I answered. Closing the book I watched mom enter the room with two big handfuls of mail.

Dumping all the mail on the table, she sat and asked me, "please help me open these cards. Every year we get more and more and I know some are for you."

"Sure, mom. I really enjoy seeing all these cards and reading everyone's Christmas Letters. It's nice to know that you and dad have so many friends," I said.

There must have been close to one hundred cards on the table and we began opening them one-by-one. After about twenty minutes, mom said, "here's one addressed to you." 

Handing it to me I could tell it was not a Christmas Card. The envelope was too small, it had to be a letter. Looking at the return address, I asked my mother . . . "Do I know an E. Steiger? I don't even recognize this return address."

"I've not heard that name before. Maybe it's someone you know from school", she answered.

"Maybe . . .", I said. Tucking it into my textbook we continued opening and reading the cards and Christmas letters.

"Are you planning to ride with your father me to the Christmas Eve Candlelight Service?" she asked.

"Of course, you know how much I love that service. When we begin singing 'Silent Night' and everyone's candles are lit it still gives me goose bumps, just like when I was a little girl", I responded. 

Later that evening, after returning from church, I was in my room when I picked up my algebra book and found the letter I had tucked between the pages earlier in the day. Opening it, and after reading his letter I thought ... why not answer him? Little did I know that it would begin an exchange of letters that would change my life. 

In my first letter, I wrote about how pretty the town looked all lit up with Christmas lights. How nice the decorations on our house and the neighbors looked. I told him that I was finishing my junior year at the local university, majoring in nursing. I asked him if he had any favorite sport teams, college or professional, and would he like for me to send him articles from the newspaper about them. Nothing too personal, I just tried to be friendly.





Chapter Three

I just had gotten back from a patrol when the supply helicopter arrived at our base. Catherine Schneider had written me back. It was a friendly letter filled with stories about Christmas lights and decorations. She told me a little about her studies at her university. I spent a lot of time reading and re-reading that letter.

I wrote back re-calling some of my happy memories of past Christmases, before my mother and father died. I told her about my time at the University of Florida, my NROTC classes and my major in architecture. College athletics was a real interest of mine but I never could find any information on my team.

As time went by the number of letters between us increased in frequency. Sometimes, I received three or four with each mail delivery. Catherine and I devised a method so we would know which letter to read in the proper sequence by writing a number on the back of each envelope.

As the weeks and months went by our letters became more and more personal. We began to divulge some of our most intimate feelings about life and what we looked forward to in the future. In mid-June, just as I finished numbering the back of envelope number 47, the thought struck me that I had fallen in love with a woman I had never met in person. I began another letter expressing to her my deepest feelings. I told her I had fallen in love with her. Before I could mail this letter I had second thoughts . . . What if she didn't feel the same way about me? Would this end our relationship? Was I rushing things? I never mailed the letter and left it in my letter pad. 



Chapter Four 

"Catherine, will you be home for dinner tonight?" my mother asked.

"Yes", I replied. I had continued to date after beginning to correspond with Eric. But seldom went out with the same boy twice. I found them to be shallow and immature. Quite a few had only been interested in one thing and I was not about to let any of them get into my panties.

Later that evening after dinner I went to my room intending to study for an exam I had the following day. After an hour or so I put away my textbook and notes and, taking a piece of stationary, began a letter to Eric.

In the first few paragraphs I wrote about the goings on in school and a few other mundane things. Then I began to write what was really on my mind. I had been thinking about this for the last few weeks and it now seemed to be the time to tell him of my feelings. Having finished the letter I felt a sense of relief. After addressing the envelope I sealed the letter inside and put it with my things to be mailed tomorrow on my way to school. I only hoped Eric would understand.



Chapter Five

The third week of August been a really bad for me. Two days ago while out on patrol we were ambushed. Three of my guys were wounded, including JD. They were pretty badly shot up and had to be medivac'd out.

But today I received a letter from Catherine and things were looking up. Sitting at my desk in my quarters I opened it and began to read. The first few paragraphs were filled with stories about school and such. Toward the bottom of the first page she became very serious. 

Eric, this is very hard for me to write this to you. I never thought or expected this would happen, but I have fallen in love and you should know. The man I fell in love with is

I never read the second page. Crumbling the letter, I left it on the desk top as I sat there stunned with tears in my eyes. 

Just then Kincaid burst into my quarters. "Skipper, we got trouble coming. One of our patrols spotted a force of fifty or sixty bad guys setting up rocket launchers and mortar positions on the opposite side of the valley. They estimate we have about ninety minutes before they will be ready to attack." 

In less than five minutes I had my guys headed out to engage the enemy before they could attack us. The ensuing battle was intense. The last thing I remembered was searing pain in both legs and my head. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with a nurse standing over me .

"Welcome back to the land of the living", she said as she recorded my vitals on a clipboard. "The doctor will be in shortly to see you. He'll explain everything to you." 

I couldn't answer. I had a tube down my throat and one up my nostril. There were two IV's one in each arm and I felt like hell.

Sure enough two minutes later a doctor showed up with a big smile on his face. 

"Young man you don't know how pleased I am to see you awake. It has been touch and go for the last several weeks. I am going to remove the tube from your throat, it's been helping you breathe. The one up your nose and the IV's will have to stay awhile longer."

He spent the next half hour explaining to me the full extent of my injuries, what they had done and what lay down the road for me. "As soon as we determine that you are stable, we'll put you on a medical flight back to the states and to a Navy Hospital for the rest of your recovery", he stated.

The next day they had me sitting up in bed. With the tube out of my throat I felt somewhat better. At least I could talk a little, although my throat was still sore. That afternoon they removed the tube from my nose but told me the IV's would remain for a couple more days.



Chapter Six

Shortly after Eric had been medivac'd out Kincaid came into his quarters to pack up his personal belongings. Picking up the crumpled letter he began to read it. As he neared the bottom of the first page he muttered. "Shit, this poor kid can't catch a break." But as he turned the page over to the second page and read he thought to himself. "He doesn't know. I'll bet he never got this far."

Finding all of the letters from Catherine, he placed them into a large envelope along with a note from himself. If he survives he'll need to read all of this letter he thought.



Chapter Seven

"Mom has the mail come?" Catherine called to her mother one afternoon in late September as she arrived home from her last class of the day.

Mary Schneider stepped into the room before answering. "Yes, but still no letters for you. Maybe tomorrow, honey, maybe tomorrow." Hugging her daughter tightly she whispered in her ear, "Let's talk to daddy. He has connections and maybe he can find something out. Good or bad you need to know."

Carl Schneider, Catherine's father did have connections. A lot of connections. He was an extremely wealthy man. In addition to his law firm, which was the largest in the entire state, he had made some very wise investments that had made him millions of dollars. As a member of the Republican Party he supported many politicians who mirrored his conservative beliefs. He had watched his daughter become more and more depressed and worried over the past several weeks and he had already begun make some limited inquiries about Lieutenant Eric Steiger when his wife and daughter asked for his help.

After dinner that evening he sat at his desk, picked up the phone and dialed. It rang twice before being answered. "This is Carl Schneider, may I please talk with the Senator?" After waiting several minutes a familiar voice spoke, "Carl it's good to hear your voice. How are Mary and Catherine?"

"John", Carl replied, "Mary is is fine but Catherine has a problem that I hope you can help with." He went on to explain the situation and after exchanging some pleasantries he ended the call.

The Senator sat back in his desk chair and reflected on his relationship with Carl Schneider. They were both Navy pilots serving together in an unpopular war. Carl was his wingman and on more than one occasion saved his ass when a MiG got on his tail. Carl was more than a good friend and over the years had never asked for any kind of favors, unlike some of his other supporters. 

Summoning one of his aides to his office he spoke, "get a hold of SecNav and ask him to find out about this young man, Lieutenant Eric Steiger, for me. I want to know everything there is to know about him by noon tomorrow."



Chapter Eight

When Catherine arrived home the following afternoon she was met at the door by her mother and father. The look on their faces was a mixture of sadness and hope.

"I have something to tell you, Catherine", her father said. "I received some information from John over an hour ago about your Lieutenant Steiger."

Catherine dropped her book bag a ran to her mother's outstretched arms

crying, "Oh no, Oh God no! Tell me he's not dead. Please tell me."

"No! No! He is not dead", Carl quickly told his daughter. "Come into the library and sit down so I can tell you everything we know."

"He was wounded, sweetheart. Really, really bad." 

He went on giving the details of his injuries, "a broken lower leg, a broken arm, some fractured ribs, internal bleeding and a concussion. A really bad concussion. He was flown to a military hospital in Germany. He was in a coma for almost three weeks and only regained consciousness last week. Yesterday he was flown back to the states and is in the Naval Hospital in Maryland. He is still in critical condition, but he is young and strong and with a lot of hope and prayers he should pull through." 

Catherine sat there crying softly and said, "Daddy, I have got to see him. I have to tell him how much I love him."

"I thought you would", Carl replied. "I have already notified Pete to prep the Gulfstream. Your mom and I are going, too. You may need me to run interference to get in to see him since you're not family. We'll leave as soon as we can get to the airport. Your mom has already packed for you. I'll call the dean at the university and explain why you won't be in class for a while. Now go and get changed."

Six hours the three of them were in a limo leaving Reagan International headed for the naval hospital in Maryland. While in route daddy made a quick call on his cell phone. "Hello, John. Were here and on the way to the hospital. Should be there in a little over an hour. Thanks for everything." 

It was a little after 10 PM when the limo driver pulled up to the main entrance. After assisting them in exiting the limo he said, "Mr. Schneider, when you're ready to leave just call my cell and I'll pick you up right here and take you to your hotel."

Walking up to the reception desk my father spoke to a female petty officer seated at the desk. "Excuse me. Can you tell me what room Lieutenant Eric Steiger is in? We wish to see him briefly this evening."

"Well you can't. Not unless you're family. Visiting hours are over", was the snippy reply. "So you'll have to leave and come back tomorrow."

The woman failed to notice the Senator and another man in uniform standing to one side and slightly behind her. "Senator, I'll take care of this right now", the man's voice boomed.




Christmas Cookies



"Good evening", he barked. "Do you know who I am?"

Startled she stood, saluted and stammered, "Yes sir. You are Admiral William Thompson the chief executive officer of this hospital."

"This gentleman is a U.S. Senator who chairs the oversight committee for all naval hospitals, in addition to other important committees. He, also, is a close personal friend of the gentleman in front of you along with his family. Now, Mr. Schneider asked you a question and I expect you to provide him with the information he requested. He and his family are to have unlimited access to Lieutenant Steiger anytime, day or night. Do I make myself clear?"

"Aye, aye sir", she replied and quickly sat back at her computer. "He is in room 1801. Just go down the hall to the third bank of elevators. Go to the eighteenth floor. His room is just across from the nurses station and I do apologize for my rudeness to you."

Admiral Thompson, after shaking hands with John and my father, excused himself to go back to his office before heading home. Mom told me to go up to see Eric and she, daddy and John would stay here in the lobby and wait for me. 

When I arrived on the eighteenth floor I was met by a nurse, who had been alerted by the receptionist downstairs, and escorted to Eric's room. 

"He's sleeping now", she said. "He had a bad day today with all the traveling he's done in the past forty-eight hours and was in considerable pain. The doctor has ordered some pain medication in addition to the IVs for fluids and antibiotics."

She pulled a chair over to his bedside and said, "stay as long as you like. If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask. I'll be just across the corridor at the nursing station."

As I sat there gazing at his face for the first time I realized just how handsome he really was. Grasping his hand I began talking to him in a soft voice. 

"Eric, darling, it's me Catherine. I never imagined our first meeting would take place like this but I don't care. You're alive and I love you so very, very much." 

As I sat there with my thoughts time seemed to stand still. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looking up saw my mother's face. "Honey it's been over two hours. We need to get to the hotel and get some sleep. You will want to be here bright and early when he wakes up tomorrow."

Getting up from my chair I leaned over his bed and kissed him lightly on his lips and whispered in his ear. "Good night sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning."





Chapter Nine

I was already awake early in the morning when the night duty nurse stopped in and asked how I felt. My reply was, "I feel great. Much better than yesterday. I slept really well last night but had the strangest dream."

"Do you remember it?" she asked.

"Sure do. My hand was being held and a woman was telling me how much she loved me and just before she left she kissed me", I responded. "Strange dream, huh?"

"That was no dream lieutenant. There was a young lady in here last night. She stayed until a little after two this morning before an older woman, her mother I think, came and got her. I saw her kiss you as she was leaving. She told me she would be back this morning as they left. Oh, and by the way here's some mail that finally caught up with you."

She handed me a large envelope containing about a dozen unopened letters and the letter I had been reading before I crumpled it up. There was a note from Kincaid telling me to read the entire letter, things were not what they seemed.

I re-read the letter and when I got to the part where I stopped and crumpled the letter I turned to the next page and continued. 

Eric, this is very hard for me to write this to you. I never thought or expected this would happen, but I have fallen in love and you should know. The man I fell in love with and  (second page)

the man I want to spend the rest of my life with is you. Even though I have never seen you in person, I feel as if I have known you all of my life. I have felt this way for a long time now but was afraid to tell you for fear that you would not have the same feelings toward me. Finally, I got the courage to tell you how much I love you. 

Please write and, if I am way off base, tell me and I'll . . . . oh, I don't know what I'll do. But please don't keep me in suspense.

Judging from the date on the letter it was mailed over six weeks ago. Even though the circumstances behind me not responding to her letter were beyond my control what must she be thinking? Had she moved on and forgotten about me? All of a sudden the good feelings I awoke with were gone, replaced with sadness and a deep depression. 

It wasn't fifteen minutes later when a doctor and a tech, pushing a portable x-ray machine, entered my room. He informed me that they were going to remove both my casts and take some pictures of my arm and leg. 

After removing the casts the doctor remarked how dirty and smelly my leg was and after they had taken the x-rays he would have a nurse come in and clean me up. As the doctor left after taking the x-rays he repeated that someone would be in shortly to give me a sponge bath. 

As I laid there in my misery with my eyes closed I sensed someone come into the room. I opened my eyes and everything was blurred from crying. Blinking away the tears I saw the woman was not wearing a nurse's uniform.

"Eric, the doctor ordered a sponge bath for you and I am here to do it", she announced.

I finally was able to focus my eyes and look at her face. Oh, my God! It was Catherine. I recognized her from the photograph she had sent me some months past. A nurse entered the room just then with a basin of warm water and some dry towels. 

Catherine turned and said to her, "Hi. I am Catherine Schneider. As you can see from Lieutenant Steiger's chart I have been given unlimited access to him by Admiral Thompson." Taking the basin from her she continued, "I'll give him all the attention he deserves."  

I finally regained my voice and stuttered, "when . . . how did you find me?"

"Shsss. All in good time. First let me clean you up. You know this is one of the first things they taught us how to do in nursing school", she replied.

Using the wash cloth from the basin and tube of moisturizing soap she began to gently clean my leg starting at my ankle and gently moving up to my thigh. God! Her hands felt so good and all of a sudden I realized I had an erection. Blushing furiously I tried to pull the bottom of my hospital gown down without much success. She looked at me, smiled and without saying a word took one of the towels and placed it over my manhood.

Just as she finished and had replaced the sheet and blanket back over me the doctor walked back into the room.

"Good news", he said. "Your arm and leg are healing quite nicely. I am going to replace both your casts with lightweight fiberglass ones. Can't do much about your ribs other than keeping your chest tightly wrapped. Doctor Lee has ordered a MRI for this afternoon to determine the extent of your internal injuries and a CAT scan of your head. He doesn't anticipate any problems but he wants to be on the safe side."

Turning to Catherine he asked, "has the nurse been in to get him cleaned up yet?"

"Yes", she answered. "He's squeaky clean now."

"Ok. Someone will be along shortly to move you down to a treatment room so I can replace the casts", he said to me.

Turning back to Catherine he asked, "and who might you be?"

"I am Catherine, Catherine Schneider", she replied.

"Oh. You're the one . . . the one with special privileges. Well, you are welcome to remain here or accompany the lieutenant to the treatment room."

"I think I'll go with him. We haven't seen each other in a long, long time and . . . . "

"I understand", he interrupted. "I understand completely", he said winking at me as he left. 

Pulling the chair back alongside his bed I sat and held his hand.

"Catherine we have to talk. I am so confused. How did you find me and what are these special privileges you have that everybody seems to know about but me?"

I quickly explained to Eric how frantic and depressed I had been when his letters stopped coming. I told him how my father had contacted his long time friend, a U.S. Senator, for help in finding him. Then I began telling him about last night when we arrived at the hospital and how the Senator had contacted Admiral Thompson who arranged for me to have unlimited access. At that point of my story my mother and father entered the room and I introduced them to Eric.

My mother then went on to explain how distraught I had been in the weeks prior to finding him and how relieved they had been after the Senator had called disclosing my whereabouts. 

My father then stepped up, and shaking Eric's good hand, echoed mom's feelings. "Young man, you have no idea what a relief it is for my daughter, as well as my wife and me, to be here with you today." 

We were able to talk for about forty-five minutes before an orderly came with a gurney to move Eric to a treatment room to have his arm and leg re-cast. Mom and dad said their good-byes as I accompanied Eric down the hallway to a nearby treatment room. When the casts were re-applied I went with him and waited while he underwent the MRI and CAT scans. 

Several hours later we were back in his room and he began explaining why he had initially believed the last letter he read was another 'Dear John' letter and had not discovered the truth until that very morning. When he showed me the letter and I looked at it I easily saw why he was confused. "Oh, Eric. I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Catherine", he replied, "it's me that is begging you to forgive me. I should have known better than to think you would ever do that to me. I'm such an idiot."

Handing me the large envelope from which he had taken my last letter from he said, "in here is my letter pad. I want you to read a letter I wrote to you about three or four month ago."

I opened the envelope, found the pad and extracted a folded sheet of paper and read the first few lines. With tears in my eyes, I threw both arms around his neck and placing my head on his shoulder began sobbing. "You love me . . you love me", I repeated over and over again.

Chapter Ten

Over the next ten days Catherine and her mom and dad visited me every day. One day her father announced that it was time for them to go home. Before I could say a word, Catherine announce she was staying until I was discharged from the hospital. 

"Of course", her father said. "I wouldn't have expected anything else. If you need anything, anything at all just call me sweetheart."

The weeks flew by with Catherine spending every day with me. She was there when I woke up in the morning and didn't leave until I fell asleep in the evening. She went with me and helped with my physical therapy as well accompanying me to all the tests the doctors put me through to assess my mental condition after recovering from the severe concussion I had experienced.

Finally, in late November, the doctors were ready to discharge me from the hospital. They were concerned about where I would live since I still needed someone to look after me and I had no living relatives. 

"He's coming home with me", she told them adamantly. 

Looking at me she went on, "and there will be no argument from you either."

So on the Monday before Thanksgiving I left the hospital. Catherine explained to me that we would be flying to her home out west. 

"How were you able to get tickets? It's just before the holidays. Aren't all the flights booked?" I asked.

"Oh, we are not flying commercial", she replied. "Daddy is flying us home himself."

When we arrived at the airport we went to the private side of the field. Rolling through a security gate we drove onto the apron and up to a Gulfstream business jet. Standing beside the boarding steps stood her father with a big smile on his face. 

Turning to Catherine with a grin on my face I said, "I don't think you told me everything about your family."

"All in good time", she said kissing me before opening the door of the limo. "All in good time." 

Carl Schneider assisted me up the steps of the boarding steps into the cabin of his jet. Catherine followed along after seeing that the limo driver safely loaded her luggage and my own into the baggage compartment of the plane.

"We'll be leaving in ten minutes just as soon as my flight plans are cleared and I get the latest weather report. We should be home in about five and a half hours after wheels up", he informed us. "So sit back and enjoy the flight. I know I will."

On the flight to Catherine's home she talked at length to me about her family, her father's law firm and his relationship with the Senator. 

"Catherine, your father obviously likes me. But I hardly know him. What gives?" I asked.

"Two reasons, Eric", she answered. "Number one: He loves me and has always trusted my judgement. He wants me to be happy and you make me happy. So he is happy. Number two: When we were searching for you he asked the Senator to find out everything there was to know about you. What he learned impressed him very, very much. He told me that you were a man that he could trust to love me and take care of me the rest of my life. Daddy told me all about your war record and how you risked your life to save five of your men from certain death when you were ambushed. He respects you and your willingness to sacrifice everything, including your own life, for the men under your command. That's why."

Five and a half hours later we landed at a small private airfield. Taxiing into a hanger Carl shut the engines down and made his way back into the cabin from the cockpit. 

"Well, we're home. I love flying, especially in such nice weather", he remarked. "Your mother is already here and ready to take us home."

Sure enough when the cabin door opened I saw Mary Schneider standing alongside a large black Lincoln SUV with a big smile on her face. Carl helped me down the boarding steps as I still was somewhat unsteady on my feet after my long hospital stay. As soon as I had both feet safely on the hanger floor he released my arm and Catherine replaced him at my side. 

Mary quickly joined us and attached herself to my other arm. "It's wonderful to have you here, Eric. You look so much better than the last time I saw you." 

"Thank you. It's really nice of you to invite me into your home for the holidays", I replied. 

Just then Carl joined us after opening the hatch to the luggage compartment and supervising loading of all of our luggage into the back of the SUV. The two women walked me over to the car and I opened the front passenger side door for Mary and the rear door for Catherine. I slid in beside Catherine and fastened my shoulder safety belt. Catherine sat right next to me fastening the middle seat belt. 

"It's about an hour's drive to get to the house. I feel a little tired and I want to snuggle up to you and close my eyes for a bit", she said as Carl drove out the gate from the airfield and onto the highway.

I must have fallen asleep, as well, because the next thing I remembered was waking up when the the SUV stopped momentarily to allow an iron gate to open allowing us to proceed up a long driveway. As soon as we stopped an older man came down the steps from the front porch and approached the car. 

Dinner is ready he informed us as we made our way up the steps to the front door. "I'll see to the luggage after we eat."

Leading the way to the kitchen Carl and the man spoke quietly to one another. Entering into the kitchen I saw a large table with six place settings off to one side. 

"Oh where are my manners?" Carl said. "Let me introduce you to Charles Williamson and his wife Martha. Charles has worked with me for almost forty years now. I was ten years old when he came here and he has been like a second father to me."

I was somewhat confused. Were Charles and Martha employees or . . .?

The answer would be soon forthcoming.

"Please sit down", Mary said as she, Martha and Catherine proceeded to put dinner on the table. 

Catherine turned to me and explained that Charles and Martha were more than employees. "I've known them all my life. They are family. I think of them as my third set of grandparents."

Sitting around the table and listening to the conversation that evening I realized that they were family. I thought to myself that I would have given anything to have had this type of relationship in my life. After dinner Charles excused himself from the table and left the room. He returned in about fifteen minutes to rejoin us. We continued to talk over dessert and coffee for at least another hour.

"Oh my gosh. Look at the time", Catherine exclaimed. "You must be exhausted, Eric. I'll show you your room just as soon as I finish helping mother and Martha with the dishes."

Standing up from the table, Carl invited Charles and me into his study for a drink while the girls finished cleaning up the kitchen. Floor to ceiling bookcases occupied three walls of the room. A large fireplace filled the fourth wall with leather chairs and a sofa arranged in front of the hearth. A large walnut desk and comfortable desk chair completed the room's furnishings. 

"Please, sit down while I fix us a drink. Brandy ok with you?" he asked. 

While Carl was busy pouring the brandy, Charles walked to the mantle, removed a match and lit the fire. A few minutes later the ladies rejoined us and Carl poured them each a glass of sherry. The conservation continued with Mary and Martha asking me how I was recovering from my injuries. Catherine grasped my arm a little tighter as I explained how my recovery was progressing and how much of a role Catherine had played in it. About that time Catherine stood and informed them that it was time for me to say goodnight and she would escort me to my room. 

The four of them rose and Charles said, "I placed your luggage in your room and took the liberty to unpack for you. Your uniforms are hanging in the closet and the rest of your things are in the dresser. If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to call upon me."

After kissing her mother, father, Martha and Charles on the cheek goodnight she walked me out of the study over to the staircase. 

"Can you make it up the stairs", she inquired. "Mom and dad's room is on the second floor", she explained to me. "My room is also on the second floor", she continued. "Your room is on the third floor." 

It took me a while to climb the stairs to the third floor but I made it. She opened the door to a large, spacious room. In addition to the kingsize bed, there were two comfortable chairs and a small sofa in front of a fireplace. 

Opening a door Catherine showed me the walk-in closet with my uniforms hanging neatly inside. There was a dresser in the closet where my underwear, socks and t-shirts were folded. Opening another door she showed me the bathroom where my shaving kit was set out on the marble counter top. The bathroom had a whirlpool tub and a large tiled shower. 

"Oh, did I mention that I'll be moving my room across the hall from you just in case you need anything during the night."

As she turned to leave, I reached out and grabbed, her turning her around and into my arms. As she tilted her face upwards I leaned down and kissed her. She threw her arms around my neck and passionately returned the kiss.

"Oh my God, Eric you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that", she said breaking from my embrace. 

After several more minutes of increasingly heated kisses I broke away. 

"Sweetheart, I have to stop now or I won't be able to and I don't want you to break your promise." I whispered as I gently led her to the door. 

The following morning as we went down the stairs she stopped me on the mid-floor landing. Climbing up one step, so we were at eye level, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close whispering in my ear, "Thank you. I was so ready last night that I forgot all about the promise I made to my mother to save myself until my wedding night. I don't know how I would have felt about myself this morning knowing I broke that promise."




Christmas Cookies



I just hugged her a little tighter before we continued going downstairs for breakfast.

During breakfast Catherine told her mother and father that she was going into town to speak with her advisor about making up what she had missed during her absence from class. She wanted to know if she had time to finish everything before the end of the semester so she could graduate by Christmas.

Mary said it was fine with her as she needed to do some shopping. I asked to go along as I wanted to buy some civilian clothes so I didn't have to wear my uniform every day. Carl said he was expecting a conference call later in the morning and would not be able to accompany us.

After breakfast the girls went back upstairs to get ready to leave. Since my heavy jacket and cover (hat) were in the coat closet downstairs I didn't have to make the climb up to my room again. Carl asked me to join him in the library while I waited for the girls to finish getting ready. 

When we were alone I asked him for his permission to ask Catherine to marry me. 

He looked at me and placing his hand on my shoulder said, "I cannot give you my permission to marry my daughter. Catherine is not my property you do not need my permission to ask her. She is my daughter and I love her very much. I want her to be happy and you make her happy. With that being said, Mary and I extend to you both our heartfelt blessing. Welcome to the family, son."

I then told him what my plans were in addition to shopping for clothes and asked him to keep it a secret for a few days.

Just then Catherine and her mother came into the library announcing they were ready to leave. When we left the front steps Charles was there in the drive way with the same SUV we had arrived in the night before. This time Mary and Catherine sat in the rear seats and I sat up front while Charles drove.

Several hours later we were back laden down with all kinds of packages and bags. Carl met us at the door to inquire how we made out with our errands. Catherine explained again to her father just what her advisor had told her. It wouldn't be any problem making up what she had missed and she would be able to graduate on time. Martha relieved me of all my bags of civilian clothes, telling me she would see to putting them away in my room for me. Mary and Catherine excused themselves to put away what Mary had purchased leaving me alone with Carl.

As soon as they were out of the room he gave me a look with a raised eyebrow. "Mission accomplished", I grinned.



Chapter Eleven

Thanksgiving Day was a blur. Both sets of Catherine's grandparents were there as well as Charles and Martha. I was immediately 'adopted' by both grandmas. Finally, Catherine had to rescue me from their clutches. 

After dinner the menfolk adjourned to the living room. 

"Anybody up for some football?" Grandpa Paul asked. "The Cowboys are playing the Giants right now." 

Grandpa Paul and Charles were partial to the Giants while Carl and his father, Grandpa Frank, liked the Cowboys. Me, I wasn't about to take sides and said I didn't really have a favorite. I just like watching. 

"Very diplomatic answer", Catherine called from the hall as she entered the room with the rest of the ladies.

The rest of the day was spent watching TV, talking, laughing and telling stories, mostly about Catherine's early years. I even manage to tell a few about myself to take some of the pressure off Catherine. I cannot remember a time when I had so much fun and felt so much a part of a loving family. The next three days flew by and Sunday afternoon the grandparents left for home with promises to return for Christmas. 

On Monday, November 28th, a FedEx package arrived for Catherine just after lunch. Charles brought it into the library where we sitting by the fire. As he placed it in front of Catherine, Carl glanced at me and I nodded back with a wink.

When she opened the package she found perfume and assorted cosmetics nestled amongst the styrofoam peanuts. From the very bottom she lifted out a Christmas cookie tin. With a puzzled look she removed the lid tin from the cookie tin. Opening it she discovered a card and two dozen Christmas cookies. OK. They weren't homemade but came from a very good German bakery. 

Opening the card she read . . .

My Dearest Catherine

Exactly one year ago today I opened a similar package and it changed my life forever. Today I am hoping and praying to make that change permanent. Catherine, I love you with all my heart and soul. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. 

Will you marry me?

All my love,

Eric 

What seemed like an eternity to me she didn't say a thing. Looking down into the tin she saw the velvet covered ring box and removed it from amongst the cookies. 

Taking it from her hand I knelt in front of her opening it and asked, "will you?"

Crying, almost uncontrollably, she managed to squeak out, "Yes, oh yes a thousand times, yes!" She threw herself into my arms almost knocking me over and between kisses she said, "I love you so very much, yes, yes, yes!"

By now Mary was crying just about as much as her daughter and I even detected a tear in Carl's eyes. After every one had calmed down some what Mary asked her daughter when she wanted the wedding to take place. 

"I can't think of a better day than Christmas Eve", Catherine replied.

"Oh good. That gives us a whole year to plan", Mary said.

"No, No! This Christmas Eve. I don't want to wait a year. I've been planning my wedding ever since I was a little girl. I know exactly what I want. I have it all written down."

"Oh my!" Mary exclaimed looking at her husband. Carl shrugged his shoulders and with a huge smile on his face said, "I'll get out my checkbook."



Christmas Cookies



Big fat flakes of snow are falling past the dark window, lit up by the warm light from the kitchen. You watch them as the wind blows them into little dances before they fall gently onto the sill. Quiet Christmas music is playing in the background, and the occasional snap and crackle from the fireplace reaches your ears.

"It is so beautiful outside" you think to yourself, looking out the window. "I do so love it when it snows, especially on Christmas Eve!"

You can feel the tension slowly leaving your shoulders as you mentally check things off your list.

"Dinner prepped and ready to go for tomorrow. Check. House clean, kids clean and in bed, presents all wrapped, presents under the tree, check, check, check and check!" you think to yourself. "Now all I have to do is finish icing these cookies and I'm all done!"

You hum to yourself happily as you pull the last tray of cookies out of the oven and put them on a cooling rack so you can ice them. Grabbing the decorator's bag full of red Santa hat icing, you start in on the last dozen or so cookies. 

"Those cookies are really beautiful Hels," says Jim coming into the kitchen with a smile, "You definitely have a gift for icing cookies!"

"Aww, thanks hon. Are the girls finally asleep?" you ask.

Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, Jim says, "Yes finally! It took a bit, but they finally settled down and couldn't keep their eyes open anymore. They're so cute all snuggled up in their beds."

"Good job love! It is going to be a long day tomorrow, and they'll need all the sleep they can get!"

You put the finishing powder puff of white on the tip of a Santa hat with a flourish. "These are nearly done too. It's the last thing on my todo list for tonight!"

Pulling you into him with his strong arms Jim whispers into your ear, "Are you sure thats the last thing on your list? I can think of at least one other thing you still have to do tonight."

Your icing falters just a bit as his warm breath tickles your ear, and your body flushes to his bedroom voice. 

"Oh?" you ask nonchalantly, trying to act like nothing other than icing cookies is going on, "And what would that be?"

"Me!" he says and pulls your hips tight against him, his hardness pressing up against your bottom.

"Oh that! Well maybe later if you're good," you say mischievously, "Mrs Claus still has cookies to finish!"

"Hmmm.. well if you must, you must. I'll just wait here till you're done." Jim says with a grin, grinding his hips against you. "You won't even know I'm here."

His hands start to wander up your back as you lean over to ice another cookie, gently massaging your tired muscles with his strong fingers through your blouse. Reaching your neck, the dextrous fingers feather lightly across your skin, along sensitive area around the nape of your neck. You pause for a minute to enjoy the sensations, your body starting to get warm from his touch. His hands work their way back down.

Jim's hands slide across your hips and start up the sides this time, but sneakily work inside the fabric of your top. His hands are almost hot as they rub their way up your skin. You can feel the trail of their passing. As he works higher, he is slowly pushing your blouse up, exposing more and more of your skin. You jump uncontrollably as his hot lips touch your skin at the base of your spine.

"Hey mister! What do you think you're doing? I've got cookies to finish!"

"Well, I know for a fact that Mrs Claus likes boys from the naughty list." Jim says between kisses placed one above the other, following the fabric of your blouse up to your shoulders.

"Well! I think you're quite mistaken! Mrs Claus is not that kind of girl!" and you try to ignore him in mock protest as his hands finally reach your shoulder blades.

"I see," he replies with feigned disappointment. "So you're saying Mrs Claus would not like this?"

His hands reach around in front and cup your breasts gently. Lifting them up he kneads them through your bra for a moment or two. Your nipples react immediately, changing from soft to hard in an instant. His clever fingers pop open the front clasp of your bra, and the soft globes spring free into his hands. He catches your sensitive nipples between his finger and thumb and twists them gently, sending ripples of pleasure down your body.

"Definitely not!" you say, a small gasp escaping your lips.

"I see," Jim says into your ear, "What about this?"

He slides one hand down your flat stomach and reaches the button on your skirt. A quick flick and that button is undone too, and your skirt falls down around your ankles, leaving you with just your panties. You feel his hand slide around and into the top of the elastic waistband of your blue silk lacy undergarment. His hand slides over the freshly shaved skin of your mound, and you gasp quietly as his fingers brush against your folds. His fingers slide along the outside of your slit, never quite touching the warm skin between your lips. You start to breathe a little faster and feel yourself getting wet.

" Definitely not!" you manage to get out.

Your cookie icing has gone downhill as Jim continues to tease the sensitive skin around your pussy. The fingers of his hand are still gently tugging and twisting your nipples.

"I see," Jim says into your ear, flicking his tongue along its ridge. "What about this?"

Taking the icing bag from your hand, he puts it on the island counter top. With his hands, he undoes the buttons to your blouse and tosses it and your bra aside and pulls your panties off completely, without a single protest from you. You are standing there against the counter completely naked, but still feel warm from the heat of the fire, and the heat of your husband.

With one hand he shoves the cookies you're working on down the countertop, and lifting you with both hands pushes you forward onto the island. You can feel the cool countertop against your body and breasts as you rest face down on it. Your ass is in the air and you can barely touch the floor with your toes as your legs dangle.

You hear the sound of plastic, and then jump as something warm is spread directly onto your pussy lips! You realise that Jim has taken your icing bag and piped a generous amount onto your now wet and puffy folds. Guessing what is surely to come next, you feel a rush of wetness in your pussy. You close your eyes in anticipation.

You jump again as you feel Jim trailing his tongue up the backs of your thighs, and settle in between them. You can feel his tongue licking and sucking the icing off of your most sensitive skin. His tongue parts your labia to reach your pink and flushed inner folds. He runs it up and down your slit, his warm breath causing a temperature contrast that is quite delicious. Going even lower, his tongue has finally reached your clit.

He sucks your nub into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. His clever licking is causing you to move your hips uncontrollably as the buzz of an orgasm is starting to build.

"I'm not sure who you think you are", you gasp between little moans, "but Mrs Claus definitely does not like to have her pussy sucked!"

"I see." he says, "well perhaps she might like this?"

The sound of a zipper comes from behind you and you feel Jim's body close in. He lifts your feet in each hand and slides them up your legs until he reaches your knees. Lifting them up and to the side, he spreads you wide, revealing your pussy in all its glory. Your outer folds have separated giving him a beautiful view of your glistening insides, your dark entry is plainly visible now.

"Oh my god" you hear him whisper, "I do love you!"

You moan out loud as you feel the hot tip of his cock push against your hole. You feel the pressure as your muscles part to let his thick rod slide into your waiting pussy. The friction of his skin along the walls of your pussy is causing you to moan uncontrollably now. Eventually, you feel his cock bottom out deep inside you, completely filling your void. You feel the tingling in your legs as the sensations carry through your body.

"Does Mrs Claus like this naughty boy?"

"Oh fuck yes! Just give me a good fucking Jim.. I need you to make me cum!" you say, beyond caring about things like good manners, and letting your dirty talk out for a stroll. "Ram that cock into me now!"

And with that, you feel Jim's shaft withdraw and hammer back into your pussy. His first thrust causes you to slide across the counter a bit, and he pulls you back again. The counter grabs at your nipples slightly causing some hard friction, but it adds rather than takes away from your pleasure.

Jim has settled into a furious rhythm now. He is driving his cock in and out of your pussy rapidly, shoving you all around the countertop. His hips are hitting your ass with a loud smacking sound, and you can hear the wet sounds your hole is making as his tightly fitting cock slurps in and out. You are moaning and whimpering loudly as you feel the tingles make their way up your legs and across your sex.

"I'm cumming!" you call out as a rush of wetness makes your pussy very sloppy. 

Deep inside the sensation is building uncontrollably, and after a brief moment rockets up your entire body! Your nipples are rock hard and tingly, your skin is covered in goosebumps, and your muscles contract in ripples as you cry out and explode into oragsm and lost track of everything else.

Coming back to your senses a few moments later, you can feel Jim still rock hard inside you, your body still shivering in aftershocks, completely rubbery from your orgasm.

"How was that Mrs Claus? Was that naughty enough for you?" Jim says with a grin.

Jim reaches under you and lifts you off of the counter and into his warm embrace. Your back is pressed against him and his cock is still buried in your pussy as he holds you close off the floor.

"You do know I love you don't you? Merry Christmas love." he say.

"I love you too!" and you turn your head so he can kiss you.

His lips are warm and soft, and you return his tender kiss as he holds you in the air. Jim carries you over to the Christmas tree, and lays you down on a pile of blankets there. His long shaft still inside you, you both watch the crackling fire for awhile basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Eventually, you notice that Jim's cock is still rather hard, and twitching a little.

"You haven't cum yet have you!" you say to him accusingly. "Well! I'm going to have to fix that!"

You get up, reluctantly letting his penis slide out of your pussy and push him onto his back. Kneeling between his legs, you grab his hard shaft.

"I know just what Mr Claus needs right now. I am going to suck on this beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth. I'm very hungry you see after all that work with the icing!"

"Well, that does sound a bit naughty for Mrs Claus though doesn't it?" he says.

You open your mouth and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and suck really hard.

"Oh god." he says with a moan, his hips lifting off the floor, "Keep going! That's not naughty at all!"

With a mischievous grin, you run your tongue over the tip of his cock. "I thought you might see it my way."

You start to move your mouth up and down his shaft, circling the tip with your tongue. One of your hands has a firm grip on his cock and is stroking up and down adding pressure to your sucking. With your other hand, you reach between his legs and cup his balls. Rippling your fingers, you jiggle them about in their sack, gently squeezing them and tugging.

You can smell your lovemaking and taste your own excitement on his cock as you take all of his shaft into your mouth. The combined taste of his precum and your wet pussy juices is driving you crazy.

You watch Jim's face as you play, and you can see his face frozen in ecstasy with his eyes closed. His hips are starting to move up and down as you work your magic. Watching Jim is having an effect on you, and your pussy is starting to buzz again.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, you slide around Jim's body until lifting a leg, you're able to straddle his face. The heat from the fireplace warms your bottom as you settle in. You can feel his breath on your pussy as you lower yourself down until it is rubbing against his lips.

"Please love. Suck Mrs Claus' pussy for her? I think i need to cum again."

His answer is immediate as you feel his tongue stab up into your pussy. You can feel your own body juices trickling down your leg from your massive orgasm and you quake as Jim licks it up with his very talented tongue.

With Jim now sucking and licking your pussy, you go back to work on his tool, stroking and sucking it for all you're worth. You trail your tongue up one side of his shaft and down the other, following the contour of its mushroom head. The taste of his cum is becoming more pronounced as each stroke you make brings up sparkling drops of liquid.

The buzz between your legs is reaching a climax, and you start to stroke Jim's cock harder and faster. Jim's hips are moving up and down now, and you keep your head still, letting him fuck your mouth with is rod. The tongue between your legs is now flicking against your clit rapidly, and you know your orgasm is on its way.

Just as you think you can hold out no longer, you hear Jim shout out, and you quickly put your mouth over the tip of his cock. You're rewarded as you feel hot thick liquid spurt from his tip as Jim's balls empty themselves into your mouth. His balls contract in their pouch and his shaft spasms, continuing to unload his seed. You swallow all you can, adding taste to the wave of sensation you're riding. 

The joy at having made Jim cum, and the taste of his pleasure finally put you over the top. One last flick of Jim's tongue on your throbbing clit, and you again explode with sensations. Your whole body shakes as waves of heat and passion ripple up and down your body. Jim is also rewarded with a mouth full of cum as you gush in wetness. Eventually, it is simply too much, and you collapse exhaustedly on Jim.

Laying there on top of Jim by the fire, you both ride out the last waves of pleasure, giving the occasional shiver as your bodies calm down in rest. Head resting on his hip, you watch his cock slowly soften and shrink, and reach out to catch the last drips of cum and put them into your mouth.

"That was simply amazing love." you hear Jim say from between your legs where he is admiring your glistening pussy in the firelight. "I think we should just stay like this for awhile."

And eventually, closed up in the warmth of your love and intimacy, the two of you fall into a cozy slumber.



Christmas Cookies



Her mouth hanging open, her eyes flashing, she shoved his hand deeper into her thong, until he could feel the lumpy hood over her clit. "Go ahead," she whispered, "take it off." 

His head spinning, his mind racing, he reached for one edge of the thong while she grabbed the other, and together they inched it down till it fluttered to the floor, leaving him sitting there staring into her secret garden. The smell enveloped him like Margaret's Christmas cookies, a bit yeasty, with a hint of vanilla. He wanted to bury his face in her snatch, but he didn't want to scare her off, so he just let his fingers trail around her slit, feeling the velvety softness of her perfectly symmetrical labia.

"Am I prettier than Mom?" she asked, in a small innocent voice.

"Yes" he sighed, gazing up at her pink paradise. It was all flooding back to him now. This was how he felt the first time he made Margaret cum in their bridal suite, devoting himself to her pussy, devouring her juices as if his life depended on it. This was Margaret's pussy he was staring at, but without the mysterious history, without the dark moods and the dry sex that had epitomized what was left of their intimacy. 

He let his fingers flutter delicately over Ella's lovely labia, so smooth, so perfect, so fresh. The earthy odor of her sex was intoxicating, especially mixed with the flowery smell of her body wash. The moisture coating her lips, the tension in her thighs, it was all leading to the culmination of his wildest dreams, but he was scared out of his mind. What if he did it wrong? Or worse yet, what if this was just the end of the tease, and any moment now she was going to slap his hand away and cackle with glee?

"Are you going to give me an orgasm for Christmas?" she whimpered, her fingers fumbling with the top button of her shirt.

"Yes!" he croaked, craning his neck to reach her hot triangle.

"On the bed," she said, shucking her shirt off.

He stared in disbelief as Ella's sweet tits were finally revealed, pointed, bottom-heavy, with stiff little nipples like the red noses Margaret put on her gingerbread men. As she lay back on the bed and opened her legs, he saw the Margaret he never knew, the young Margaret before the baby changed her body forever. With a strange sense of sadness, he knelt between her legs.

"Be gentle?" she asked softly.

"Of course," Chester said, hiking her legs up carefully. He started out licking slowly, savoring her apple pie slit, trying desperately to hold back, but he was ravishingly hungry for the sweet delicacy she was offering him. 

"That's it," she whimpered as his tongue found a slow steady rhythm, kneading her clit methodically. It was a technique that had worked wonders on Margaret, at least back in the days before she had lost interest in sex. 

Gently, he let a finger ease into Ella's tight slit.

"Yes," she gasped, bucking her hips. "Fill me up! More!"

He complied, fitting two fingers, and then three, inside her dripping pudding bowl. Her hips twitched, her whole body tensed up. Lost in the moment, he hardly even noticed the sound of the carolers outside, at least until the strains of O Come All Ye Faithful drifted into his consciousness.

The swelling of the voices, the crescendo of the music, it was just a prelude to the greatest sound of all - Ella announcing her orgasm. "I'm coming" she proclaimed, her hips bucking wildly, her cunt pinching Chester's fingers in rhythmic spasms. Her mound smashed into his nose, jamming his lip up against his front teeth, but it was worth it, feeling his sweet innocent Ella cumming all over his face. 

As she convulsed with her orgasm, the carolers outside broke into Joy to the World', and it seemed to bring on a second wave of ecstasy from the poor girl. "More, more," she sobbed, surrendering to the uncontrollable flow escaping from her pussy. Although Chester was no expert at oral sex, it did occur to him that he may have just found her G-spot. Regardless of where it was coming from, he was happy to lap up her teenaged nectar, swallowing mouthfuls of it like a man dying of thirst. 

As Ella's moans and gasps turned into a series of pitiful sobs, the strains of Do You Hear What I Hear wafted into the room. Chester could tell she was winding down, but he didn't want to leave his prized spot between her legs, so he continued feasting on her girl-cum as if it was the last meal of a condemned man.

Finally, she shoved his face away and gave him a tug. "Your turn?" she sighed, panting for breath.

"I shouldn't," Chester moaned, holding onto his throbbing hard-on.

"Yes you should," Ella commanded, climbing up on her elbows to look at him. "This is supposed to be my Christmas gift to you, silly."

"Are you serious?" 

"Of course I'm serious. Didn't I just cum on your face? Am I not totally naked, begging you to fuck me?"

"But, but..." he stammered. 

"Come on," she teased, "before I change my mind." She sat up and reached for his belt. As her fingers fumbled with his buckle, her eyes opened wide. "Chester, you've got an erection!"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Don't be sorry. An erection is a good thing. It's a message from God saying that He wants you to stick it in me. Plus, I'm on the pill, so you don't have to use a condom."

"Oh God, Ella." He whipped his shirt off while Ella's little hands fished his stiffy out of his pants.

"Perfect," she cooed, fondling his modest-sized prick delicately. She opened her legs wide and guided him into her.

As he plunged into her juicy depths, the Carolers broke into Hark the Herald Angels Sing . It was a fitting moment, the music magnifying the intensity of the experience. Chester wasn't just fucking Ella, he was fucking Margaret, he was fucking the Virgin Mary, and he was fucking his high school sweetheart, the one who wouldn't go out with him because he was such a nerd. This wasn't just sex, it was salvation. By the time glory to the newborn king  had come around for the second time, his semen was gushing into her like a spurt of white goo oozing out of Margaret's frosting gun.

"I'm sorry baby," he gasped, "I couldn't help myself."

"It's okay, Chester," she whispered, clamping her legs tighter around his waist. "We can do it again in a few minutes, right?"

"Right," he sighed, too overcome with joy to explain to her that it would take more than a few minutes for him to get it up again. 

He stayed inside her till the song was over, fondling her perfect breasts and caressing her hips and ass. By the time God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman  had gotten to O tidings of comfort and joy  his limp dick had slithered out and was now squished up against her slimy cunt, dripping like Margaret's turkey baster on a Thanksgiving morning. 

"That was cool," Ella sighed, fanning her face with her hand. "You sure know what you're doing down there."

"Do you want some more," Chester asked, slithering down her sweaty body for seconds.

"Just hold me," she whispered, rolling over onto her side and pulling him to her chest. She snuggled a tit into his mouth, which he happily latched onto like a puppy suckling it's mom. Finally, Chester had found the peace he was looking for - the bridge between his carnal desires and the woman who used to desire him. He promised to God that he would make things right with Margaret - not by telling her about Ella, but by trying harder to be the man she fell in love with all those years ago.

Falling victim to the eggnog, and the exhaustion of the gift they'd given each other, the happy couple drifted off to sleep in a tangle of naked flesh and sticky cum.