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My Chris

By: MrsQuinn



After breaking the incestuous ice with Barb's husband Bill I set my sights on Chris, my youngest daughter's husband. Denise and Chris live nearby and we see them often. Chris doesn't play golf so Bud and he don't have much in common.

He owns a local print shop and works very hard building his business. Denise is a very understanding wife and hopes the long hours he puts in will pay off in the long run. Chris usually spends 3 or 4 late nights a week at the shop.

Last week I decided to begin my seduction of Chris. I knew that he was working late after talking with Denise, so I slipped into a sexy outfit and left the house under the pretense of a "girls night out". Bud barely acknowledged me on the way out the door. "What a Jerk!" I thought, he has no clue what he is missing.

I drove straight to Chris's shop. The door was locked, but the lights were on so I rang the bell. Chris soon answered and was obviously surprised to see me. "Is there something wrong Mimi?" he asked. "Not at all Chris, I said with a sweet smile, "Must there be something wrong for me to stop by and say hello to my favorite son?"

"No, of course not, please come in," he said. "May I get you a soft drink or a beer? "No thanks hon, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, go ahead, anything" he said. 

"Do you really mean anything Chris?" I asked. 

"Of course Mimi, how can I help you?" If he only knew what I was thinking at that moment.

We walked back to his office in the rear of the building. It was furnished with dark woods and very tastefully decorated. He had obviously set it up so he could have some sanctuary from his busy enterprise. There was a huge desk with a large leather chair and across from the desk was a seating area with a large sofa which matched the leather desk chair. He took a couple of beers from a small refrigerator and poured them into large pilsner glasses. He handed me the drink and I sat on the sofa. 

"How can I help you Mimi?" he asked. "I don't know exactly how to say this Chris", I said, "So I'm just going to ask you straight out. Do you find me attractive?"

"Wh-Wh-What do you mean?" he stammered. "Bud and I don't have sex anymore" I whined, "And I'm afraid he doesn't find me attractive. I wanted to ask another man's opinion and felt I could come to you."

"Mimi I must tell you that I find you extremely attractive, don't give that another thought. You turn heads wherever you go."

"Oh Bill", I said tearfully, "Thank you because I'm so frustrated. I feel so alone."

He walked over to the sofa and sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I turned into him and wrapped my arms around him and cried on his shoulder. "Oh Chris I feel so unwanted", I moaned. "Bud is a foolish man" he said, "Any man worth a damn would want you Mimi."

"Do you really mean that Chris, do you?"

"Of course I do', he said, "You are a very beautiful woman." 

With that our lips met and very little was said as we embraced and kissed each other passionately.

He returned my kisses and his hands began to roam over my hips and soon up to my breasts. He squeezed them gently and tweaked my erect nipples with his fingers. My hand dropped to his crotch and I began to fondle his stiffening cock. He pulled at the buttons to my blouse as I fumbled with his belt and zipper. By the time my blouse and skirt were on the floor I was running my hand up and down his beefy dick. "Oh Mimi", he groaned, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Please Chris", I begged, "Just this once!" Before he could answer I pushed him back on the couch and knelt before him. I gazed up into his eyes as I swallowed his hot cock. I got a good bit of him into my throat and pumped him hard and in no time he was filling my mouth with cum. I tried to swallow most of it but of course it seeped from the corners of my mouth. "Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Mimi, that was unbelievable!"

During the next two hours Chris fucked me all over his office. He took me from behind bent over his desk. I rode him like a bronco on his desk chair. He fucked me in the ass on the couch. And finally a tender sweet straight screw on the floor.

By the time I arrived home Bud had already gone to bed. I poured myself a glass of wine and started planning the conquest of our middle daughter Jeannie's husband Dennis.

My Christmas Angel



*** AMELIA ***

My interest in Casey Messimer went from professionally appropriate to potentially career breaking in a matter of just a few days. 

The appropriate part of my interest started about four months ago when he walked into my classroom. Tall, lean, dark and quiet, Casey was one of those kids who seemed to have everything sorted out. He dressed cleanly, sat near the back of the room, listened attentively, rarely asked questions, and didn't joke around with the other students. When test time came he was somewhere in the B range, smart enough not to be reprimanded, but not so smart as to draw too much attention. 

He was on the football team, so I wrote memos for the coach who had to ensure his players were academically sound. "No problems, he's doing fine. B+." I wrote each time. 

The only incident of any interest in those four months was the one time I delivered the coach's memo by hand on the way out after school. The sports field was crammed with huge young men in body armor smashing into each other. The coach seemed annoyed at my presence, even though I had brought the memo to him rather than making him go to the office for it. 

"Right. Pretty boy is still eligible. Thank Christ for small blessings." He surveyed the student athletes with beady, disdainful eyes. 

I looked out over the field and for the first time noticed a lone figure running the outer rim of the track, rather than practicing within it with the other guys. He ran so smoothly it appeared effortless. 

"Why doesn't he practice with the others?" I asked.

The coach shrugged. "The kid's a weirdo. His only saving grace is the fact that he can kick like a fucking pro." He leaned forward to spit over his fat belly. 

I watched Casey round the turn and then he was coming down the front stretch towards us, his body moving as if it was made to run. His long limbs were taut and muscular under his tight athletic clothes. He ran straight past us but his eyes never even glanced over at me. He gave no outward appearance of comprehension. It was as if he were in a trance. 

That was the first indication that perhaps things were not as well as they seemed with this striking man who flew below the radar.

Although it struck me as a little strange that the coach called him a weirdo, I have sixty-eight students who I'm responsible for, so Casey wasn't about to get any extra attention unless he either started failing or performing off the charts. It's unfortunate, but that's just the way it is with public education these days. In fact, I pretty much forgot about the football field incident until midway through December when it was time for parent-teacher interviews. 

When no parent showed up to talk about Casey, he went on my list to follow up on. A few days later, when I was calling the numbers given to me by the school secretary I was stunned when I got to Casey's 'parents.' 

"This is Amelia Crest, I'm a mathematics teacher from Bay View High School. I'm calling to talk about Casey..." I said. 

"Casey? Casey moved out." A tired woman's voice replied. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"Yeah, he aged out a few weeks ago." 

"I'm sorry, I don't understand..." 

"The state only pays for them until they're eighteen. Casey turned eighteen a few weeks ago so I told him to leave." 

"You told him he had to leave?" I asked, stunned. 

The woman sighed. "Yeah, I'm not a charity," she said bluntly. "He knew it was coming." And then she hung up on me. 

That was the last of my follow-up calls that night. I lay in my bed and wondered about Casey. I wondered why the state was paying some unfeeling woman to keep him in her house, and where he had gone now that she had told him to leave. I wondered how he was coping.

He was eighteen years old, not a kid anymore but not really an adult either. 

When I was eighteen I was still living under my parents' roof and relying on them. Even when I graduated from college and moved out on my own for the first time I took a loan from them that I still had not fully repaid over a year later. On the day I moved, mom and dad came down to the city and drove the rental truck full of my make-shift furniture to my new apartment. After they'd helped me to get everything inside and mom had given me way more decorating advice than I wanted, they took me out to a Thai restaurant and bought me a celebratory dinner. 

Casey must not have a mom and dad. The sadness of it was overwhelming. 

The next day was a Friday and I decided to go to the school's football game that night. Tessa, my history-teacher friend who had an unnaturally high level of school spirit, was thrilled. 

"This is way over-due," she told me. 

Of course I refrained from wearing the school colors and felt suitably scrooge-like in the cold metal stands full of proud parents and hormone-fueled teenaged girls. 

I actually had little to no interest in the game. I've never really 'gotten' football. To me it is brutish and ugly. I just wanted to observe Casey. I watched him sitting on the bench, hunched under his jacket with his hands stuffed in one of those fleece tubes, looking straight forward. He didn't bump and jostle around the way the other guys did and nobody seemed interested in him. The guy sitting beside him leaned away slightly.

"Have you taught that kid Casey before?" I asked Tessa in a low voice. 

"Messimer? Yeah, he took Modern History last year. Quiet kid. Why?"

"He's in my A.P. Calc. class. Did his parents ever show up for parent-teacher interviews?"

"Not that I remember, but there's nothing unusual about that." 

Something exciting must have happened on the field because Tessa was standing and cheering and then she forgot about the conversation about Casey. 

When the game was over I made the excuse of going up to my classroom before I left so that I would be able to observe Casey without being obvious. I stood at the window of the mailroom, looking over the sports field and watching jubilant athletes reunite with their happy parents and waiting girlfriends. Casey walked into the school gymnasium and about twenty minutes later, when the parking lot was just about deserted, he emerged again, wearing jeans, a puffy coat and a winter hat. I scrambled to get outside before I lost him. 

It was freezing outside. The sky was clear and the air was bitingly cold. I hurried to my car and rubbed my hands together while I waited for the heating to start working, then I started in the direction that he had left in. He was almost a mile down the road, walking briskly through the darkness with his hands in his pockets. I pulled over and rolled the passenger window down.

"Casey?" I called out. 

He turned and tilted his head in order to look in the window. "Miss Crest?" His voice was low and grainy and it took me by surprise. 

"Can I give you a ride somewhere?" 

"Ah... No. I prefer to walk." 

"It's freezing out. Don't be crazy. Let me drive you home." 

He looked away and bit down on his lower lip, letting it slip from beneath his teeth. "No thanks," he replied and then he started walking again. 

I pulled forward to keep up with him. "Casey, will you get in the car please? I won't drive you anywhere, I just want to talk to you." 

He didn't reply so I leaned over and opened the passenger side door. Now the car was beeping obnoxiously. 

Casey looked at me and turned his head to the side at the same time as his eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

Somewhere in the pit of my stomach a flame ignited. I knew it was totally inappropriate but I couldn't help but feel attracted to him. He was nothing like what I thought of when I heard the words 'homeless youth.' He was a walking, talking, thinking person who didn't want my pity. 

"I'm not going to leave you alone until I get to talk to you," I told him. 

He shook his head and sighed, his breath fogging the frigid air, and then he climbed in the car. 

Now that I had him there I didn't quite know how to start. 

He just looked at me with his steady dark brown eyes and waited. 

I used the switch to roll his window up. 

His eyebrows rose in question. 

"Casey... I know your foster parents asked you to move out." 

His face rearranged into an expression of shock and perhaps a little bit of horror. "That's none of your business," he said indignantly.

I didn't know what I was expecting, but not that. "Well, I think it is my business. You're my student and I want to know that you're not in danger. I want to know where you're staying now." 

His jaw clenched. "Why do you care?"

"Well..." I was about to launch into my phony speech about how much I care about my students, but I had a feeling that he'd see through it. "I don't know... I don't know why I care, but I do." 

His steely expression softened a little. 

"If you don't want me to I won't tell anyone else, I just need to know that you're safe." 

"I'm a black man without a place to live, that's how safe I am," he said as he looked away. 

I was saddened and appalled and excited all at once. "So where are you headed right now?"

"Saint Paul's." 

"The homeless shelter?" 

He shrugged without looking back at me. "Where else am I supposed to go? They won't have any beds left this late, but they know me there now, they let me sleep on the floor of the rec. room because they know I won't make trouble." 

"I have a spare bed," I said without thinking. 

He looked back at me with his eyebrows raised. "Wow. Two beds for one person, you're living the life." 

"Yeah, well, if you wanted to like, crash on my spare bed tonight that would be fine." 

His bemused expression continued. 

"I mean... if you want to. I think it would be better than sleeping on the floor."

"You don't think your boyfriend would be upset to find me in your apartment?" 

I shook my head. "No boyfriend. Just me."

He nodded slowly. "Maybe. Just for tonight. Tomorrow I'll go to Saint Paul's." 

When we got home I showed him the spare room/office in my shoe-box of an apartment and he dropped his athletic bag at the foot of the bed. I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, which he tried to pay me for. 

"I have a job you know, I might not have a place to live but I make enough money to eat." 

"When do you do your school work?" 

He froze with his fork half way to his mouth, suddenly realizing his mistake. 

I tried not to smile. 

"Promise you won't tell?" He asked. 

"Okay." 

"I speak French. My grandparents were from Gabon and they spoke it to me when I was little. Mr. Ross doesn't know though. I sit at the back and do my homework for other classes during French." 

Then I let myself smile. "You do home work for my class during Mr. Ross' French lessons?" 

"Ahh... well..."

"It's okay," I reassured him. "I actually quite like the idea." Geoff Ross was one of my least favored colleagues, a man who did not have the ability to admit when he was wrong, or compromise even in small ways. 

"His French is terrible."

That comment made me laugh. I liked knowing that Geoff wasn't any good at what he did. 

The corners of Casey's mouth turned up and he made a half-smile. "Bonjour, je suis un gran âne nomme Monsieur Ross..." he said in an exaggerated American accent. 

I laughed more. "What does that mean." 

He shook his head. "Just that he's an ass." 

When I continued to laugh Casey seemed to relax and this time he actually smiled normally; A big, beautiful, toothy smile. 

"Say something else," I said. 

He fixed his dark eyes on me and when he opened his mouth the deep, beautiful sounds that came out were not words so much as they were a type of lullaby. I had no idea what they meant, just that they were stirring that fire in my belly and that it was taking all the will power I had to not reach out and touch him. 

"What did that mean?" I asked when he stopped. 

There was a pause in which his eyes never wavered from mine, and then he said, "You have some parsley stuck between your teeth."

I brought my hand to my mouth in embarrassment and went to the bathroom, but when I looked in the mirror there was nothing between my teeth. 

Out in the kitchen I heard Casey chuckle. 

I smiled into the mirror. He was teasing me. First he gets annoyed at me for trying to help him, and then teases me. It was maddeningly sexy. Somewhere in the back of my brain my neurons caught up to what my heart already knew. Casey was just the sort of person I'd been waiting for. Strange, beautiful, complicated, responsible but playful, Casey. 

When I went back out into the kitchen he was standing at the sink doing the dishes. 

"You don't need to do that," I assured him. 

"Yes I do," he replied. "You're not my mother, you don't have to clean up after me." 

I sat back down and watched his back as he worked. "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" 

He paused for just a moment when I asked, then he continued working. "Yeah. I have to be at work by seven, so I'll be out of here pretty early."

"Where do you work?" 

"Fran's Diner on Eighth and Connor. It doesn't pay that well but they work around my schedule."

"When do you get off work?"

"Two-thirty."

"Oh good. Will you help me get a Christmas tree? They're too heavy for me on my own." When he didn't reply I continued, "It just doesn't feel like Christmas without a tree." 

He turned and leaned his butt against the sink as he looked at me. Soap suds dripped from the yellow rubber gloves he was wearing onto his shoes. "I need to get to the shelter by four to get a bed." 

"Okay, well if we're done by then I'll drop you there, otherwise you can stay here another night... No big deal." 

He stared at me for a moment. "You need help?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll help you." He nodded before he turned back to the sink. 

*** CASEY ***

I couldn't figure out Miss Crest. Why had she offered for me to stay at her apartment? I mean, it was nice of her and all, but what did she care if I slept on the floor of the shelter or not? 

The question haunted me all day as I bussed tables, made toast, poured coffee, and bussed more tables. It was weird, it was almost as if she wanted me to stay. That was not a feeling I was used to. 

Miss Crest was an odd teacher. She was young, she couldn't have been more than one or two years out of college, and she had an attitude about her. She didn't take any shit in class, and she wasn't prone to giving out free points on tests. She didn't pretend to like the students the way a lot of teachers did, but she treated everyone with respect and she got respect back. 

Two-thirty came before I found any answers and she was waiting outside in her boxy old Volvo for me. Such a strange feeling to have someone waiting just for you. 

"Good day?" She asked.

"Ah... yeah I guess so." 

"Did anything interesting happen?" 

I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't used to people asking questions about my day. "Not really." 

She took the highway out of the city and past the suburbs until we were out in the countryside, the snow blanketing the fields and making the red barns look like they belonged in a storybook. The Christmas tree farm was filled with families with little kids who were running around throwing snowballs at each other and playing chase through the trees. 

We walked up and down the aisles while Miss Crest hummed and haahed over which was the best tree to get. 

"What do you think?" She asked, pointing at a ridiculously large tree. 

"Well, it's nice, but unless you're planning on installing it horizontally I don't think it's going to work." 

"Really? You think it's too tall?" 

"Yeah. Your ceilings are like, 8 feet tall. I'm six foot three, look at how much bigger than me it is." I stood beside the enormous tree to demonstrate my point. 

"Huh. You're right... Okay, so we need to look for a Casey-sized tree." 

From then on she made me stand beside each tree she was considering. She would tilt her head to the side and bite on her lip as she examined each one and I would watch her and wonder what she was thinking. 

When she found one she liked she again asked me what I thought. "Go and stand beside it," I told her. "I need you for scale." 

I stepped back and looked at her beside the tree, which was a nice tree but a tree all the same. Miss crest was clearly the more attractive thing to look at. She had her eyebrows raised and an expression of hope on her face. She was wearing a matching set of white winter hat, scarf and mittens that had red snowflakes knitted into the pattern, and a pair of bright red rubber boots over her jeans. She would have looked dorky if she wasn't so beautiful. 

I had known for a long time that Miss Crest was good looking, but it wasn't until today that the full force of her beauty hit me. Maybe it was because I wasn't used to looking at her in normal clothes, or maybe it was because I wasn't used to her looking at me as if my opinion was the most important one in the world. 

Whatever it was, the way she looked made me feel oddly elated. Her long, dark brown hair was in two braids on either side of her face and her light brown eyes stared at me hopefully, waiting for my response. In the cold air her cheeks and lips had turned a shade of pink that made the rest of her creamy white skin glow. 

She made a giggling sound and clapped her mittened hands together when I nodded my approval and it made me smile. 

It was actually the perfect size for her apartment. Once we had wrestled it into the tree stand we stood back to admire it. 

It was a good tree. My grandma would have been proud. 

It was already six, way too late to go to the shelter, so I took a shower and changed out of my work clothes while Miss Crest cooked dinner. 

When we were eating she asked about my family. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she said with a note of uncertainty. 

"No, it's okay. I lived with my grandparents, who were great. My Grandma was really sweet and my grandpa was a hard-ass, but he had a soft side too."

I felt a bit shaky talking about them after all this time. Nobody had asked me in ages. 

"When I was like, nine or ten he helped me to build a tree house and he showed me how to build a circuit with batteries so I could have a light to read up there after dark. He used to take me to soccer practice and they always came to my games..."

Miss Crest was watching me with a tentative smile on her lips. 

"They died in a car crash six years ago." 

Her smile vanished at the same time as her forehead crinkled and she leaned over the table and grasped my hand. The gesture was so tender and unexpected that I felt tears in my eyes and quickly blinked them away. 

"I have a mom, but she's in prison. I've never lived with her because as soon as she gets out of prison she gets high and does something stupid and gets arrested again. She loves me. I know she loves me, but she just can't get her shit together to act like an adult, so I lived in foster care for the last six years." I didn't elaborate on that. Miss Crest seemed like a capable sort of person but some of the things I'd seen over the years would probably make her spontaneously combust if I told her about them. 

"I'm sorry that happened to you," she said as she squeezed my hand, and I could tell that she meant it. 

"Casey, can you keep a secret?" She asked later when we were doing the dishes. 

"Sure. I don't have anyone to tell even if I wanted to."

"I was wondering if you would mind keeping it a secret that you stayed here this weekend? It's just that I could get in trouble at school for it." 

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I don't talk to people that much at school anyway." In fact, I had talked to Miss Crest more in the past day than I had to anyone else over the entire year. 

"Okay, thanks... and if you are sure you can keep it a secret, I was wondering if you wanted to stay here for a while?" She kept on washing the dishes and handing them to me to dry as if that was the sort of thing you said every day. 




My Christmas Angel



"I don't know..." I didn't know how to respond. Would I like to stay with Miss Crest? Hell yes. Did I want to freeload off her? Hell no. 

"You don't have to. You can go back to the shelter at any time. I just feel safer when you're here." 

I hesitated. She had a point. She didn't live in a bad neighborhood, but it also wasn't the best neighborhood either and the security on her building was pretty much non-existent. 

"So why not get a house mate?" 

"You would be like a house mate." 

"But I can't pay rent. I have to save for college. I can barely afford to eat." 

"That's not a big deal. So long as you don't run up the phone bill or anything I don't really care."

"I don't know, it doesn't seem right to me." 

"Think about it, you can sleep at the shelter and I can sleep here and neither of us will really be safe, or we can both sleep here and both be safe." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's a win-win situation." 

I agreed, on a trial basis. We would try it for the next week, until Christmas, and then decide. 

After we finished doing the dishes Miss Crest put some Christmas music on and got out a bunch of boxes full of decorations for the tree. Some of them were hand-made and had her name written on them. 

"Amelia," I read off one of them

"Yep, that's me, but you can call me Amy outside of school." 

We must have spent hours decorating the tree, but I didn't notice it. I spent the entire time anticipating the next time I would brush up against Amy as we passed each other, or the next time she would put her hand on my arm while she showed me where she wanted me to hang something. 

When we were almost done we stood back and she plugged in the lights. It was beautiful. The tree itself was pretty and the handmade decorations made it feel so cozy and warm. 

"Star or angel?" She asked, holding the different tree toppers in her hands. 

It was an easy choice. The angel had brown hair, white skin and pink lips, just like my Christmas angel did. "Angel," I said looking straight into her eyes. 

Amy smiled and I found myself smiling back at her, a real smile, one that I didn't have to force myself to do and one that I couldn't have stopped doing even if I'd wanted to. 

"Merry Christmas," she said as she handed me the Angel. She was looking up at me and smiling in a contented way. Her big, doe-like eyes blinked slowly but never left mine. 

"Merry Christmas," I tried to say back but my voice cracked. Suddenly I wasn't smiling anymore and there were tears in my eyes. 

Amy took a step towards me and put her arms around me. She hugged me close and rubbed my back and I felt her warmth flowing into my cold body. "Welcome home Casey," she said softly.



My Christmas Carol!



First let me start this tale with a little glimpse into my, otherwise boring life. I recently broke up with my wife of many years. We just grew tired of the same old routine of day-to-day life, as a lot of couples do. We parted amicably, with no children or real property disputes to make things ugly. We still remain good friends, but our desire to be together was long at an end. We do still get together, from time to time, for what we like to call mutual satisfaction! We always were good in bed together! I believe we've even become better friends now that we no longer share a home. But all that is a different story!

After the finalization of my divorce from Glenda, I found myself in a situation I hadn't thought of prior to that time. I had been out of the dating pool for a few years, (seemed more like centuries!), and didn't have a clue as to where to go to try the waters again. I guess it was good that Glenda and I still met to "take off the edge". Apparently, after a year, she wasn't doing any better in the romance department than I.

I recently completed a course in advertising, and was excited when a local company picked me up as new blood to help their slumping sales department. I was somewhat fresh with ideas, that they had either not thought of, or just were to settled into the stone age to come up with themselves! Either way, I was quickly put in charge of a few of the less important clients, to see if I could boost sales.

As one of my perks, I was given an office on the second floor, overlooking the front entrance to the building. This office, I was told, was one of the best views of the man made pond and fountains outside the building. It was also one of the least accessible from the main lobby! The latter, I assume, was in case I tanked; I wasn't sure which the other sales executives were hoping for.

I was also introduced to "my" secretary Carol. Carol was a very tall (about 5' 10") and not much to look at from all outward appearances. I came to find out she had been by-passed several times, from a better position for her attitude and general lack of enthusiasm. She had rather oversized glasses, which made her look more like a bug, than human. She always seemed to wear bulky sweaters, and loose skirts, that gave her a librarian look, designed to make her even less appealing. All in all, not a pretty picture!

Carol had her own idea of how "my" office should be run, and made every attempt to make life miserable for me. She was always correcting every mistake I made, like a bitchy schoolteacher, by returning my work with post it notes attached with big red letters asking what I meant. She also made it a point to be as rude as possible, when answering any questions I had concerning what was expected of a new employee.

"I'm sure someone like you doesn't need my opinion!" she said as if I had dragged broken glass over her tongue. 

I figured that she was just getting used to a new boss and testing my resolve. I wondered if this was her normal attitude towards her other bosses, and began asking around the office. As it turned out, the reason she was passed around so much was indeed due, in big part, to that very problem. It was also pointed out to me, that one of the owners of the ad agency was an Uncle, or something to her, so she was immune from being fired!

I looked at this situation as a challenge, rather than an obstacle. I had put up with Glenda for so long, Carol wasn't really a bother at all! I knew given time I would find a way through her steely defenses, and find a way to make this work. I really had no choice anyway, as it was explained to me. She was the only secretary available, and no other hires were being considered until after the holidays.

With the Christmas Holiday right around the corner, I understood years end business thinking. No need to louse up the year-end money by looking for a temp. I was thereby put in a position to make it work with bitchy Carol!

Carol made it a point to be as nasty as she could to me that first week. But after I didn't quit, and seemed even more determined to make the situation work, Carol seemed to ease up. She was less of a bitch as the days went on, but she was determined not to let me behind her walls of steel. Any attempt at a normal conversation with her, brought me face to face with an Ice Queen! 

I started to look closer at my secretary. Once I saw past the huge frog-like glasses, she really wasn't all that bad looking. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, that was pulled into a vicious looking braid, and pulled entirely too tight, for my liking. She had the most interesting steel gray eyes, almost hypnotic. A long, somewhat pointed nose, which she kept snorting, at every comment I would make. She also had very thin, flat lips that when compressed nearly vanished.

To determine her shape, besides tall, was impossible. The clothes she wore made making that determination impossible. I had even suggested to her that, if it were too cold in the office, I would have maintenance turn up the temperature. Needless to say, her response was a stream of vulgar comments, comparing me to every form of swine imaginable!

I gave up on any frontal attack, it was apparent that she was very secure in her own little world. But now I was more determined than ever to make our forced time together more friendly. Hell, I had survived fifteen years with much worse than this! I figured that time alone would wear her down.

After a few weeks, I began to notice that Carol's acerbic tongue was less vicious. At times, she was even getting amiable to my ideas, without her usual nasty comments. I took this as a sign that she was coming to grips with our situation. I could only hope we were making some headway.

I came into the office one Friday, to find Carol sleeping on the couch in her portion of the office. Beside the desk were a few large boxes and a couple of stuffed, oversized travel bags. From the looks of things, she was either going on a long vacation, or she had been thrown out of her apartment. I looked at her sleeping form, she wasn't wearing her glasses and her hair wasn't in the tight cruel braid she usually wore.

To say I was surprised at just how attractive she was would be an understatement! She was actually very attractive! Her hair was spread across her face in a tangle, as if she had spent the night there, which I found out later she had. But the things that grabbed my attention most were her legs! From under the sparse blanket she had covering her, was the most spectacular set of legs I have ever seen!

She must have sensed someone else in the room and jerked awake to find me watching her from the door to my office. At first, it seemed, she wasn't aware of just where she was. Then in a rush, she jumped to her feet jamming her glasses on and stammering, "I um, well I, I'll just get these things together and be right back!"

She tugged the blanket back on, and ran from the room as if she had been prodded by a knifepoint. It would have been comical, had I not seen the tears forming in her eyes. I was at a loss for words for the first time, since working with her. She really did have a heart after all! I closed the door to my office and thought about what I had just seen.

After about ten minutes, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Carol busy at her desk again. I knew that anything I might have to say at this point would be received badly, so I tried to act as if nothing had just happened. I eased open the door and asked her to come in to take some dictation.

Unlike her usual self, Carol came in and just sat down without comment. Her eyes never left the notepad in her lap, but I could tell she was still crying. I couldn't help but feel for her. How hard must it be to live behind walls like she had built, with no one to vent to? I found myself starting to think maybe, she was human after all.

"I know we aren't the best of friends Carol, but is there something I might be able to help you with?" I asked as gently as I could.

For just a moment I saw a nasty response surfacing. But, with what must have taken a titanic effort, she swallowed whatever she had been about to say. "I um, I'm not sure how to say this." she muttered.

"I was evicted last night from my apartment! It seems that the landlord wanted new tenants, and my lease ran out a month ago. For some reason, I hadn't even remembered I had to renew it!" she began to cry in earnest now.

I felt really bad for her plight, but was not sure how to proceed. Without a thought as to what I was getting myself into, I blurted out the unthinkable! "I have an extra bedroom in my apartment, if you need someplace to stay for awhile!"

The words had come out, seemingly, without even thinking of how she might react! But I had said it; and now I just waited for her to berate me for my assumption that I could help her, in any way!

For a few moments, there was a silence that made my hair stand on end. Then she looked up with tears streaming down her face. "Are you sure Mr. Clark? I only need someplace until after the holidays. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to find anything before then." she seemed to consider. 

"No problem Carol" I insisted. "I'll get you a set of keys on my way home, so that you can come and go as you like. I really don't have much of a social life, so you needn't worry about disturbing me!" I assured her.

"I won't be much of a problem Mister Clark, I really won't!" she seemed quite nervous at this point. "I don't go out much either, and as I'm sure you can see, I don't have many friends. People don't like me much!" she asserted.

Now I really felt bad for her. Her acknowledgement that she wasn't popular was something I hadn't thought she would admit. I figured "What the hell!" and said, "If you like, I'll take you there after work, so you can get started moving your stuff in."

She pointed at the small pile of possessions and said, "That's all I have! I really didn't have anything of value there. I pretty much live here anyway!" She looked around the office with a look of resignation.

"Oh, I see." I managed. "Well, that should make things a little easier." I smiled tenderly.

She looked at me again as if she wanted to say something nasty, but bit back the quip she might have been going to use. "You know Mr. Clark, you really don't have to do this!" she said swallowing her pride. "I could find a motel room until something comes along."

Now I found myself in a position to be a gentleman; with her it wasn't sure footing. "No Carol, I insist! It will be my pleasure to help out a lady in distress!" I smiled, hoping she wouldn't revert to the old Carol.

Just as surprisingly, she smiled back, "Thank you Mr. Clark! I promise, I won't be any trouble!" she seemed to realize she had just admitted how fragile her situation truly was.

For the rest of the day Carol was more helpful and nice than I had ever hoped to see her. She jumped at every chance to do what I needed, without even a hint of her former self. I was at a loss for words, as she became friendly to the point of scaring me. I wasn't sure just what had happened, that she made such a miraculous transformation in so short a time?

Five o'clock came very quickly, and I found myself wondering if I had made a huge mistake asking her to stay with me. I mean, I still enjoyed my time alone since my divorce, and wasn't sure that a woman in my home was such a great idea. But, I had no recourse but to follow through with my promise to Carol. As we folded things up for the weekend, Carol and I soon were at that awkward time where there was no choice but to proceed.

"Hey, I have an idea!" I said, trying to delay the inevitable. "Do you want to grab something to eat on the way home? I'm starving, and could use some fuel!" I put in nervously.

She seemed to think about it for a short time then said, "Are you propositioning me Mr. Clark?" She seemed to be truly smiling! I wasn't sure just how to proceed.

"Well, I um, I guess I am Miss Simms!" I quipped back. Apparently it was the icebreaker I had been looking for all along. She seemed to relax further at my company.

"If I weren't sure Mr. Clark, I'd say you were blushing!" she giggled. 

I became aware of the heat that was rising in my face, and I must admit, I was just a little surprised at her casualness in pointing it out. I smiled back and just shrugged. "Guess it's been a long time since I had a dinner date. But, if we're going to be sharing living arrangements, I think you should call me James!" I suggested.

She extended her hand for a handshake, "James! I would have guessed you to be a Brad, or a Michael!" she giggled. "James it is! I'll grab my stuff!"

I hadn't thought about it before, but I wasn't even aware that Carol didn't drive! I helped her get the few boxes she owned, down to my pick-up truck. I was not one of those BMW kinds of guys; it just wasn't me! She looked at the truck as if she had expected something more, but then grinned and tossed her stuff in back. She actually seemed to relax knowing I wasn't into appearances. My truck wasn't all that new, and it needed to be cleaned badly!

"I would have been positive you had a B'mer!" she quipped. "It's nice to know there's still real down to earth guys left out in the world."

"Thanks" I said accepting our new, but weird, relationship! "I never needed an expensive car to validate me!"

She looked at me more closely, as if to re-appraise her former opinion. "You know Mr., Ur James, I am sorry we never got to know each other before now. I just assumed you were one of those other jerks I've had to work with in the past!" she nodded. "Your not what I expected at all!" she whispered shyly.

With that revelation, I put the truck into gear and headed for the Pub I usually frequented. "Yeah, well I'm just full of surprises!" I laughed.

For the hour it took to get to "My Place", (that was the name of the pub), she talked about herself in an effort to wash away the image I had of her. She was really quite personable, not the bitch she played at the office. She was a graduate of a nearby university, and had majored in communications and business. I was surprised to hear she had also graduated at the top of her class! My appreciation for her abilities grew in leaps and bounds!

But a sudden rainstorm spoiled our dinner plans. I hadn't listened to the radio for the entire ride we had shared. So, the sudden downpour surprised both of us!

"Oh man! My stuff is going to get ruined!" she said, nervously looking back at the exposed boxes and bags in the back.

"That's OK, we're not far from my apartment. Lets get your stuff in out of the weather, then we can work on something to eat." I reassured her.

She looked relieved that I would fore-go food to see to her stuff! "This isn't how I had hoped tonight would go at all!" she said. "It figures, my one chance to get out gets ruined by rain!"

I couldn't help but laugh a little. She turned my way and began to laugh at the situation as well. Both of us relaxed even more, as I turned into the parking lot of my apartment building.

"Nice place!" she whistled. "I am impressed Mr. Clark! This is a very exclusive apartment complex. I tried to get a place here a few years ago, but couldn't swing the rent myself!"

"Well, I had a little help in that matter!" I returned, "A friend of mine has an in with the owners!" Which was true; my ex-wife's brother owned the place!

We pulled into the lone space in front of my door. My place sat back away from the main concentration of the other buildings. My brother had insisted I take the "Bachelor Pad". I didn't argue after seeing it, and the low rental I paid made it that much sweeter! I didn't pay half of what the other tenants did for much less space!

As I elbowed the door open to allow Carol in, she brushed past letting me hold the door for her to get in just before the heavens opened up! I dodged back out to get the boxes, and she ran out behind me grabbing her bags! Needless to say, we were both thoroughly soaked in the process!

Once we finally got everything inside the foyer, she took a quick look around, and gave an appreciative whistle.

"Now this is more like what I had expected!" she smiled, "My estimate of you was way off, Mr. Clark! Um sorry, James!" she corrected herself.

"What estimate was that Miss Simms?" I said mocking her mistake.

"Ok, ok James, I will remember we aren't at the office anymore!" she visibly relaxed in the warmness of the apartment. "Mind if I have a look around?"

"By all means Carol, make your self at home! Looks like we're gonna be roomies for a few weeks anyway!" I said with a little smile.

"Having second thoughts already James?" she question, with a raised eyebrow!

I tossed her a dry towel from the closet, "Your rooms the one on the left, down the hall. You'll find sheets in the closet, and a few extra pillows as well!" I said as she caught it just before falling to the floor.

"You keep an extra bed, with sheets, for anyone special James?" she asked openly.

"Not for a very long time." I replied. "But, I do have family over on occasions. So, it helps to have someplace, besides my couch, to put them." I laughed at the thought that my secretary was obliquely questioning me on my sex life!

"Sorry, that was a little personal. I didn't mean to pry." she apologized. "I just wanted to know if I had to watch out for any "guest" sneaking in on me by surprise!"

I had to admit, were I in her shoes that would have been a valid concern of mine as well. She watched me for a second, and then headed for the room I had indicated. 

"If you want, the bathrooms at the end of the hall. There should be fresh towels in the closet, if you want to change into something dry!" I showed her my own wet clothes as proof. "If you need soap or shampoo, let me know what kind and I'll pick some up!"

For a moment a flash of the old Carol looked as if it would surface, then she smiled and said, "That would be nice James. I think I could stand to take a shower. I did sleep in these last night," she indicated, by pulling out on her saturated sweater. She gave me a short list of her needs, and I promised I'd be back soon. As I made my way back out into the rain, I shook my head thinking, "Women! Even when you help them out, you do as your told!" I laughed as I remembered," all this was my idea!"

I returned about twenty minutes later with a bag filled with what she needed. I also had stopped to pick up a bottle of wine and some take out, at the Chinese restaurant. I figured why waste the trip? As it turned out, stopping had delayed me just enough to make my weekend!

As I entered the apartment, I realized it was too quiet! I called out to get Carol's attention. It was still quiet. I put down the bags on the kitchen table and walked back toward the bedrooms. Carol's door was open slightly, so I tapped on the door, in case she wasn't dressed. The door opened enough for me to see that Carol was fast asleep. She had apparently taken a shower and just passed out where she lay down. I couldn't help but notice she was dressed only in the wet towel!

I again got a very appreciative look at those wonderful legs. They were long and very well toned. As a matter of fact, from what I could see, she had a very stunning figure. Nothing like I had thought from the way she dressed at the office! Indeed, she was absolutely gorgeous! Her wet hair was now spread around her in tangles, and she was breathing like someone who hadn't slept in quite a long time.

I was about to leave, when she rolled over, leaving the towel behind. I was now staring at the most beautiful ass I could ever have dreamed of! Her body was a work of art! Broad, but well toned shoulders that led down to a narrow shapely back, which in turn ended in a very well shaped, muscular behind that instantly caused my dick to stiffen!




My Christmas Carol!



Before I could let that thought take hold, I took the wet towel, and gently pulled the blanket over her nude form. I hoped that my covering her wouldn't wake her; I didn't want an ugly scene on our first night as roomies! I backed slowly out of the door, turning out the light. I couldn't help but take one long last look at Carol's naked form in my mind. I was thinking that I couldn't have been luckier! I quietly closed the door and made my way back to the bottle of wine!

I couldn't help but replay the sight of Carol's nude body repeatedly in my mind. How had I missed the fact that she was such a stunningly gorgeous woman? Then I pictured the Ice Queen who had been my secretary until today. There had to be a reason why someone so beautiful would hide her looks like that! But, for now, the bottle of wine would help me to sleep. I found myself hoping that I would get to see even more of my secretary. This may very well have been the best decision of my life! 

The next two hours I tossed and turned, unable to get the picture of Carol's gorgeous ass from my mind. I wish I hadn't turned around so that I might have seen what the rest of her had looked like as well! The bottle of wine hadn't helped either. Pictures of Carol's nudity made sleeping quite impossible. I needed some relief!

I got up from bed and quietly made my way towards the hall. Quietly opening the door, I glanced briefly, at Carol's closed door. I wondered if she was still covered, should I see if she needed anything? In my less than sober state, all kinds of excuses to go in passed through my mind. But, in the end, reason prevailed; there was no need to do something stupid her first night here, I had plenty of time!

I moved down the hall to the bathroom, thinking a cold shower would do me good. I also realized that I hadn't done so since returning home from getting Carol's supplies! Maybe, I could take off some of the edge myself, and get some sleep!

After letting the shower build up to a heavy steam, I stepped in to the hot relaxing stream of water. I could feel every sore muscle I had relaxing. I also felt my cock getting very hard, as the thoughts of Carol still made themselves my only thoughts. I needed some relief. I grabbed the soap and lather up concentrating on my cock.

The shower has a mirrored wall; one of the little oddities of the place. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. For a guy in his forties, I wasn't all that bad looking, I guess. I mean, I was still in fairly good shape, no pouch to speak of, and still had all my hair. I was going a little gray, but otherwise, I wasn't all that bad. I even had an above average cock, at nine inches; I had been pleased at my abilities in the bedroom so far!

I was again thinking of Carol, as by now, I was furiously stroking myself in hopes of some release. I caught movement from the corner of my eye, but when I looked towards where I had seen it, nothing! I guess my over-active imagination was playing tricks on me. I finished my self-gratification without too much effort, as I blew a healthy load into the running water! I still couldn't help but wish it were with my secretary I had been with at this point!

After drying off, and grabbing a robe from the closet, I made my way back to the kitchen to grab some food. To my surprise there was already a light on there! With a bit more curiosity, I moved towards the sound of dishes being moved. I was pleased to see Carol in the kitchen readying two plates!

"I heard you in the shower and thought you might want something to eat!" Carol smiled back at me. She was also in a matching robe, which covered all but those stunning legs! "I hope you don't mind, I couldn't sleep!" she said almost trembling.

"What's the matter Carol?" I asked. 

"Mr. Clar, Ur James! I um, I am sorry!" she blurted out. "I never meant to spy, I uh, was just um, going to use the bathroom, and um well!" she couldn't finish what she was going to say, but I put the rest together for myself.

I was first a little embarrassed at being caught in the act, but I could see the stress it had caused Carol, and didn't want to make it worse by being an asshole about it. It seems that after all those years with Glenda, some common sense had rubbed off after all!

"Carol, I am sorry you saw that!" I put in as best I could. "I guess I wasn't thinking and should have locked the door." I hoped she understood?

"It's not that James," she muttered. "It's not the first time I've seen a man's cock or anything! Believe it or not, I'm not a virgin!" she added.

I didn't know what to say, or how to respond to my secretary's revelation. I stood there imagining her screwing herself silly on some guys cock, and my own cock betrayed my thoughts just as quickly.

For a brief moment, the thought of diving for my room crossed my mind. But before I could move a muscle, Carol caught sight of my rising problem.

"Well, Mr. Clark, is that for me?" she said with a smile on her face. "I had hoped to get you into bed, but never dreamed it would be this easy!" she purred. She slowly moved around the counter until she was standing inches in front of me. I could feel her own robe brushing my already revived cock.

I could smell her scent like a fresh breeze of flowers. I looked into those hazel eyes and knew I was lost. Carol was even more beautiful than I had thought. She pulled in close, causing our bodies to meet. Even through the terry-cloth robes, I could feel the hard muscled body of hers. She was very well toned and I could feel her bodies' firmness even with the barrier of clothing separating us!

"I hope I'm not being too forward?" she purred in my ear. "But, I've wanted you ever since that first week. Most of the other guys at that place were just looking for a bimbo to order around. You, however, were willing to take me on face value! I admire a man who holds to principles!" she continued. 

"So, all that was an act?" I tried putting in, her body now pressed fully against mine, "I was just being tested?" My mind was spinning now, from the wine and the fact that what I had just been dreaming about, seemed to be coming true!

"In a way, I guess." she continued. "I wanted you to know I wasn't just some stupid piece of ass with no brains to call my own!" she giggled in my ear.

With a quick movement I wasn't prepared for, she pulled my robe off leaving me standing totally nude before her. I was still recovering from the shock of her action, when she looked with a whistle of appreciation at what she saw.

"Mr. Clark, I do believe you are excited to see me!" she put in with an evil little grin. "Now this will just not do!" she said as she grabbed hold of my ragging hard-on.

I was so stunned at the turn of events, I couldn't move! Her hand encircled my cock like a pro, and she began milking it very tenderly; causing my knee's to buckle slightly. Her eyes never left mine, but her other hand began tracing up my inner thigh until she reached my balls. She fondled them as if she was testing their size and weight for some unknown reason.

"Very impressive Mr. Clark, I hoped that what I saw in the shower wasn't my imagination!" she continued. "Now, I believe, I'd like to have a taste of that gorgeous cock of yours!"

I was still in shock, unable to move a muscle, as Carol slid down on her knees and opened her mouth to take in my cock. With one hand she guided my hips forward and with the other, continued fondling my balls, like dice! I almost passed out as I felt her lips close on the head of my dick. With what seemed deliberate slowness, Carol eased the length of my eager cock slowly into her luscious mouth! I looked down to see her mouth stretched around my cock as it slowly disappeared down to the very bottom.

Her cheeks were puffed out from my cock until she began the journey back to its spongy head. Carol took deliberate slowness, as she again dove for the base of my cock. All the time I could feel her soft, warm tongue sliding along the base, nearly driving me insane!

I leaned back against the stool, so that I wouldn't fall down! Carol continued her loving assault on my eager member for what seemed hours! As it turned out, it was only about five minutes, when she finally came up for air! She got to her feet looking me squarely in the eye.

"Now that I have properly introduced myself James, why don't we have that dinner and drinks you promised me?" she laughed, moving quickly to the table, leaving me standing with a raging hard-on, and a stupid look of bewilderment!

I was lost for a second, before my mind could focus on the fact that she was no longer giving my cock attention! I looked at her stunned that she would get me so worked up, only to leave me hanging! I must have looked like quite a fool leaning against the stool with my dick in the air! Carol was giggling from across the table.

"Don't be such a pouter!" she grinned. "You didn't think I was going to end our night that easily, did you?" she laughed. 

I was still trying to catch my breath as I made my way around the counter. She looked at me with a questioning look but didn't move as I stood before her.

"If this is any indication of what's in store, I think I deserve a look at what I'm in for, as well!" I said, pulling open her robe.

What greeted my eyes was the most well built, and awesomely defined body I could ever have imagined! From the well-defined abs, to the most perfect set of tits imaginable, I was at a loss for anything to say that would compare to the beauty before me! I was in the presence of a goddess! To say I was speechless wouldn't come close!

I couldn't take my eyes off her magnificent form. My eyes were trying to take in what they saw, and only found pure perfection! Her hips were slim, but also well toned. I could imagine the hours, months, or even years it had taken for her to achieve such absolute perfection, and was stunned at her ability to hide such beauty!

I looked back into her eyes, and saw the old Carol there! Her eyes held mine in a challenge to find any faults! I could not! She seemed to see that in my obvious appreciation of her perfection.

"Do you approve, Mr. Clark?" she said waiting for any slight!

"My God Carol, I am speechless! Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined you were so gorgeous!" I stammered. My eyes were swallowing every inch of her, like a man starving!

I could see her visibly relax as she saw the truth of my words. She even began to blush at my appreciation of her body!

"Now who's pulling whose leg?" she whispered. "You are the first person to see me, in a very long time James! Please don't mock me!" she said with just a touch of the Ice Queen.

I looked her squarely in the eyes, "Carol, had I just met you, trust me, I would never have imagined such a beautiful woman could ever even exist!" I said in a level tone. "Why do you go out of your way to hide such a body?" I asked seriously.

For a moment she looked at me, looking for any sign I was less than serious. Then I saw tears forming in her eyes, as she realized I was being nothing but truthful!

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear a man say something like that to me!" she sighed. She then slid her arms around me, pressing her body to mine in a fierce embrace. I could feel how well toned her body was, the hardness of her arms, the firmness of her torso, even the well defined back I now held; spoke volumes of how much training must have gone into achieving such perfection!

My hands naturally could not help but feel along her back, finding her perfect ass! She moaned softly at my attentions. "Ummm, that feels wonderful James!" she whispered into my shoulder.

"Call me Jay, Carol!" I insisted. "James is reserved for people I associate with. I think we've just stepped over that line!" I said in a hoarse voice. 

"Jay! I like the sound of that much better! The other way was much too stuffy for you!" she purred into my shoulder. She was looking longingly into my eyes now. "I'm glad I didn't give up on you Jay. I was really hoping your sincerity was real!"

I was again, at a loss for words! She had been testing me all along? Just what kind of woman had I gotten myself involved with anyway? Right at that moment, however, I was more interested in seeing where this was going to go.

My cock was seriously trying to find a way into her at this point. I received a smile and an approving look from my newly discovered goddess! 

"Take things slowly OK?" she whispered. "Like I said, it's been a very, very long time since I was with a man!" I could feel her trembling with anticipation at what was about to happen. Again I found myself wondering if I knew what I was getting myself into?

"Maybe we shouldn't rush into this Carol!" I heard my own mouth say. "I mean we've just really gotten to know a little about each other. I can only hope that things can just get better between us from here! Why spoil any possibility of a future, by pushing things too fast?" I told her. I couldn't believe in the face of such a gorgeous woman, nude and waiting in front of me, my common sense chose now to make an appearance!

Carol stepped back from me, looking at me with renewed appreciation. "Thank you! I am sorry Jay. It's just been such a long time, and I thought you wanted me as much as I want you?" she shied away.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now Carol!" I said again drinking in her magnificent form. "But, I don't want either of us to regret this in the morning! We have too much to lose by jumping into this foolishly!"

She nodded at the sense I was making even though every fiber of my being screamed to ravish her, I somehow found the calm to hold back. She moved back into my embrace and squeezed me tightly. 

"You are an amazing man Jay!" she smiled. "OK, well since you've already seen me, there's no sense in putting this back on now, is there?" she smiled, dropping the robe to the floor. Carol moved around to the other side of the counter and again began setting up the two plates of the food I had bought. She moved quickly to the microwave to warm them up. I was in a trance watching her do, even these normal functions. The flow of her walk the seemingly flawless movements only added to by her natural grace. She was like a living statue, perfect in every way.

We ate in what I could only call, controlled excitement! She teased me with every word, every movement, knowing I couldn't help but admire her mind, as well as her body. She made it obvious to me that this night would end with the two of us together. It was just a matter of time before one of us couldn't take it anymore! I wasn't sure that I could not hold out anymore, nor did I think I even wanted to at this point.

Just about the time I thought I would embarrass myself, Carol rose from her place at the table and said, "This has gone on far too long! I need you now, no more pushing me away Jay. I want you, take me, NOW!" she said with an intensity I had never seen before!

My cock was aching at the prospect of that idea. I gave up all thoughts of being the gentleman. I walked around the counter, grabbed her by the arms and steered her towards the sofa in the living room. I could feel her trembling, but she wouldn't be denied now that she had thrown down the gloves!

Without any thoughts to foreplay, I bent her over then back of the couch, exposing her ass and tiny, well-trimmed slit to my sight! I positioned myself so that I could achieve maximum penetration with the most ease. Carol moaned at the idea of being taken like this. I was beyond the ability to stop now! I pushed my dick to her warm entrance, and snuggled the head firmly into her wet opening. I then began pushing into, what I can only describe as, the tightest pussy I could have ever imagined feeling!

"Oh God yessss!" she moaned, as I felt my head push past her tight entrance! "Don't stop, ohh yesss! Push that fat prick all the way in!" she screamed.

I had never felt anything so tight in all my life! I felt like I was trying to push my cock through a well-lubed keyhole! Yet, Carol kept pushing back, trying to impale herself on my shaft! I gripped her hips hard, and flexed my own with every ounce of energy I could muster! I sank harshly, down to my sack in her excruciatingly tight hole.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yesss! You're so fucking big!" she was screaming loudly now. "Oh shit! It feels like your tearing me apart! Don't stop! Don't you even think of stopping now! Fuck me!" she was ranting like a whore.

She grabbed my hips, making sure I understood she wanted this! I pulled back until only the very tip of my cock remained inside. Then again with all my might, I plunged into her, nearly lifting her off the ground! She was howling now, as I picked up both my pace and my force! If she wanted to be fucked, I was going to give her everything I had! I wanted to get every bit of this beauty, before she came to her senses and returned to the bitch I had come to know!

Carol pushed back hard as my assault on her womanhood continued. She seemed just as desperate to get as much of me in her as I was. I had never felt anything as tight, yet as hot as Carol's tiny slit. I knew that no mater what I tried, this wasn't going to take long at all before I blew a tremendous load! The friction her tiny pussy caused, was intense!

Carol was screaming for me to fuck her harder! I couldn't believe that I wasn't killing her at this point; I was slamming into her so hard! The sound of my hips slamming into her ass, sounded as if I was slapping her silly. Yet with every passing moment Carol seemed to edge closer to her own mighty orgasm! I could only imagine the frustration of an unknown amount of years, built up for this moment! She was in tears of ecstasy that I could only be glad to be a part of!

"I'm going to lose it! I can't hold back anymore!" she was crying. "God that feels great! Don't you ever stop dammit!" she whispered between grit teeth!

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I put everything into my last efforts! I could feel my oncoming blast, and I wanted nothing more than to reach it at the same time as Carol! She seemed to take my cue; I felt her body begin to spasm, as she began a shuttering orgasm! She moaned a deep and lasting growl that sent me over the edge. Her box was squeezing like a fist; one that I never wanted to escape from! 

"Yess, yess, yesss!" she moaned. I was buried to the hilt inside her, my balls dumping my seed within the grasp of her contracting womb. It was the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having in all my life!

As the final tremors of our mutual orgasm subsided, I slipped from her box with an audible pop! I didn't have enough strength to even hold myself up! I slid off Carol and landed on the floor gasping for air! Carol was gasping for air herself, still shuddering from her own massive climax. The sheen of sweat that covered her skin only made her look all the better to me! 

Once she could finally catch her breath, Carol slid down on the floor with me, snuggling into my chest; finding a place to let the remaining tremors subside. I knew after what had happened, that I wanted Carol for my own. My mind spun at the possible future I might have with Carol, and all that that entailed. But, for now, this felt like more than just a one nightstand, for me anyway!

Sometime during the next hour, I picked up and moved Carol's limp form into my bedroom. I gently placed her on the bed and crawled in beside her, just as she snaked an arm around my torso. She moaned something unintelligible, and then went quietly back to sleep. I looked at the wonder of a woman now sharing my bed, and I also fell fast asleep.

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This was the beginning of, what I hope, is a longer story! I'll let you know how it goes!



My Christmas Catch



I always loved that our apartment complex had a courtyard. It offered a nice view, right from the center of the apartments. The apartments fit together nicely on all four sides, all with windows opening up on the courtyard, and consequently, across the way. At this point in the season, the snow blanketed everything with the Christmas holiday coming up. A couple weeks ago, I had noticed that an attractive young woman had moved into the apartment across the way from us. She looked to be about 24, with shoulder length blonde hair, a slender build, and a great figure. A little shorter than me, she probably measured up to about 5'7. After one week, I noticed that she had also taken note of me. My husband works second shift, and I have the apartment to myself for the afternoon/evening hours, as well as the woman across the way.

As is my nature, I was unable to resist boldly showing off from my side of the complex. About once a day, I would make sure to walk past my window wearing very little, or nothing at all, usually something festive. On the third day, the woman noticed, and did a double take: I pretended not to see, but I felt the success of catching her attention.

This continued over the next two weeks, me boldly passing by, or ever staying in front of, the window pretending not to see her watching me. I wore everything from a slip to only some Christmas bows, advertising myself as a gift that I knew she wanted. She appeared to not have anyone over most nights, and as of yet I had not mentioned her to my husband. One particular night, I was feeling very frisky, and made sure to leave myself in plain view of the window, lit up by only the Christmas tree. I started to play with myself, pretending I did not know I was in sight of the window. I noticed her watching, but pretending not to see me. I smiled to myself as I played with my clit, allowing myself to start getting into it. To my pleasure, she kept watching as I started to writhe in ecstasy. I allowed myself to lose sight of her to get even more into it, massaging my breasts with my hands, tasting myself, and working myself into a strong orgasm. I glanced over right before cumming just in time to notice she too had started playing with herself. Triumphantly, I came with a sudden burst and moaned.

I knew my husband would be coming home soon, so I quickly cleaned up and mentioned nothing. The next evening, I knew he would be looking for some good, end-of-the week sex, and I had a surprise Christmas present in store for him. 

That evening, when my husband called from work, I worked my plans into the conversation.

"Hey baby, I have an early Christmas present for you tonight."

"Oh yeah? What might that be?"

"I can't tell you. I guess you'll just have to wait until you get home and see what's under the tree."

He sounded aroused and interested, and I knew it would be a good night. Shortly before he was due home, I marched purposefully around the complex to the room I knew belonged to the blonde. I knocked, waited, and had the pleasure of her answering promptly. 

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

"Uh, n-no...," she stammered.

"Well, you do now. Come with me."

She followed me somewhat nervously, but I could sense her anticipation as well. By sheer luck, we arrived back to my apartment shortly before my husband. We chatted briefly over wine before he got back, and I found out her name was Mariah. She seemed to really like my Christmas tree, and I moved us to just underneath it, enjoying the aroma of pine and my excitement for the night. As my husband got home, I answered to the door, leaving Mariah under the festively lit up Christmas tree.

"Mart, meet Mariah. She will be joining us this evening." Just with my words, I saw a nice bulge start to rise in his pants. It was already late, and I was eager to get started. I grabbed Mariah's hand and told her to follow me. As soon as I got to my room, I threw her gently down to the bed. 

As I reached down to kiss her neck, I whispered "I know you've been watching me. I see you every day."

"I...I-I...," she stuttered.

"Shhh, it's ok. Tonight you get what you want," I replied, "This is my Christmas present to you." 

I quickly moved my way to her mouth, kissing her aggressively while removing her shirt. To my delight, her breasts popped nicely out of her shirt, revealing that she had not been wearing a bra. I sighed as I took in the sight. I was already feeling quite wet with excitement and anticipation. I kissed her breasts, rolling her nipples around with my tongue, feeling them harden. Remembering Mart, I moved back and let him take the lead as I unclothed myself. I watched him kissing her body, then moving down to remove the tight skirt she wore. As she pulled her slender, well-toned legs out of it with some hesitation, I smiled to myself. Reaching forward, I undressed Mart as well, taking in the wonderful sight of his long, hard cock, a sight of which I would never tire. I moved in and took Mart's mouth full on mine, kissing him passionately and letting Mariah watch. Once I sensed her desire to get back involved, I pushed my way into her crotch, taking her clit full on with my tongue. She gasped sharply and shuddered as my tongue plunged deep inside her, forcing her to moan. 

Mart came at me from behind at this point, massaging my back and ass, playing with me as well. This time Mariah was the one to make a move, flipping me over so that she was now on top. Slightly surprised, I smiled at her, kissing her deeply. Mart then took her from behind, shoving his throbbing cock into her pussy, giving way to a moan himself. I slip upwards on the bed so Mariah could take in my pussy, dripping wet at this point. At the touch of her tongue, I plunged into ecstasy once more, enjoying her every touch. 

Mart led the next change, putting himself in between us, fucking me harder and harder as he ate Mariah out. I could feel myself working up to certain orgasm, which I held in for as long as I could. I heard Mariah becoming louder and louder, a sound for which I had been hoping for over a week now. Mart grunted in work and pleasure, forcing his way deeper and deeper inside of me. Feeling the rage of the orgasm now, I called out and commanded the other two to cum with me. In the buildup of the moment, I screamed out at the same time that Mart grunted and Mariah shuddered underneath him. With simultaneous sighs, we collapsed into a heap. 

Mart whispered to me, "What a Christmas present."

I squeezed his hand in response with a smile. I had finally gotten the Christmas present I wanted all along.



My Christmas Eve Wish



He has been working so hard, my Private Dancer. It is the night before Christmas, he is working late, but I intend to make this a Christmas Eve he shall never forget. The table has two long white candles that I have just lit. I see him walking up the front steps. I place his food on the table. Steak, potatoes, vegetables, his favorite glass of wine. I press the button on the stereo, soft slow jazz begins to play.

Before he can put the key in the door, I open it. His mouth and eyes are both open wide when he sees me standing there. I am wearing a Santa hat, a red bow wrapped around my neck, a red and black corset, black garters, black stockings, black heels. 

"Welcome home baby!" 

I say to him as I kiss him softly, while removing his coat, hat and gloves and lead him over to the table. 

I whisper in his ear, "I want you to sit, do nothing, and I shall do everything." 

I sit him down, take the glass of wine and place it to his lips. He sips it. I follow by licking his lips and giving him a soft kiss. I then proceed to feed him his meal, bite by bite, allowing him to slowly chew and swallow before offering the next. Once I have finished feeding him, I lead him to the bathroom. Inside the tub is filled with hot soapy water, the bubbles are high. Without a word being spoken, I undress him, and once he is naked, glide him into the tub. 

I start the whirlpool then begin to rub his body from head to toe. I wash his face, kissing his eyes and nose when I finish. I soap up and wash his neck, his shoulders, his back, his chest. I wash his belly, his thighs, his legs, his feet. Then I go back and soap up the washcloth and wash my favorite spots, his dick and balls. 

I love the feel of his dick getting hard in my hands as I stroke it back and forth. With the other soapy hand I am kneading his balls, watching his face as he lays his head back and moans softly. I continue stroking his dick, feeling it get harder and harder in my hand. He starts fucking my hand, his hips moving faster. I stop before he cums. 

"Not yet baby." I tell him. 

I let him sit in the tub a while longer, the jets relaxing his body. I turn the jets off, and have him stand up. I dry him off with a towel, hot out of the dryer. After he is nice and dry, I lead him to the bedroom, where I have a large jar of warm baby oil waiting. I lay him face down on the bed. I climb on top of his thighs and make myself comfortable. I take the oil and draw a line from his neck to his ass, he jumps as the hot oil hits his skin. Hot enough to feel it, but not to burn him. 

He begins to moan as I take my hands and start slowly and deeply rubbing his neck and shoulders. I love the feel of his skin under my hands. I love how he feels under my touch. I continue to rub him, feeling him relax. He jumps as I pour some hot oil on his ass and thighs and begin to rub him slowly. I then roll him over, sit on his dick, feeling it getting hard under me. I pour oil on his chest and start to rub it all around. He reaches up and pulls me down on top of him, kissing me hard. He removes my hat. Rolls me over on the bed, he is on top. He whispers in my ear, 

"Time for me to unwrap my present." 

Which sends a chill down my spine when I hear it. He pulls the ribbon from around my neck, removing the bow. He kisses me slowly on my neck, getting me warm and wet. His fingers start to slowly move down my corset. Reaching my wet pussy, and I moan as he starts rubbing my clit slowly up and down. First one, then two fingers are inserted inside of me.

His fingers feel so good sliding in and out of my hot wet hole. I moan as he starts kissing me on my neck, getting me hotter. He climbs on top of me, I love how he feels when he is on me. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight. God I love this man and how he makes me feels. He kisses my shoulders, my chest. He pulls down the front of the corset, begins to slowly lick then suck on my nipples, making them hard as he rolls them between his teeth. 

He kisses his way down my stomach, and begins to lick my inner thighs. I feel my pussy start to cream as he rotates around and that beautiful dick of his is staring me in the face, begging me to suck it. As his tongue touches my clit, my tongue licks the tip of his dick head and we both shudder. 

I love licking around the head of his dick, slow, round licks all around. I take his dick gently into my mouth, moaning over every inch as it goes deeper into the back of my throat. I reach up and cup his balls in my hand, kneading them while I continue to slide my mouth up and down his dick, feeling it get harder in my mouth, pulsating under my tongue. I can feel the sweetness of the precum as I gently suck it out of his hard member.

His tongue is making circles on top of my clit, and I'm finding it hard to concentrate on pleasing him. He is making me feel oh so good, but I am determined to make him cum first. I switch up, got to regroup my thoughts, I stop sucking his dick and take his left ball into my mouth and begin to suck on it. That makes him pause, lift his head, say 

"Oh shit baby!" 

Now I got him where I want him. I continue to suck on his balls, first one, then the other, while stroking his dick with my hand. I roll him over, I'm on top now, and in full control. He is moaning, squirming, begging me to stop. But I won't. I know he is enjoying how I am making him feel and I refuse to stop till he cums. Call it ego, but I must make him come first. I switch from his left ball, to the right ball, to his dick. 

Deeper I take his dick into my mouth, stroking it harder, faster. I love when his dick is fucking my mouth, love how his dick feels, tastes inside my mouth. I take him to the edge a few times. He is sweating, the heat rising off his body, he is begging me for release, and to be honest, my pussy is hot and dripping just from the sounds of him moaning. I need to feel him inside of me. And I need to feel him now. I stop suddenly. He gives me this shocked look, but I raise up, get down on all fours, head down, ass up. I say in a low voice, 

"Come get your Christmas present baby." 

Well, I didn't have to tell him twice. He jumps off the bed like a man possessed, a gleam in his eyes. He comes up behind me, takes his dick and slides it up and down my wet pussy, coating it, making it wet. We both moan as the head of his dick penetrates my tight hole. He holds onto my hips and starts grinding me slowly. Then he lifts one leg up on the bed and starts to go deeper, faster into me. 

Lawd I am loving the feeling of this man stroking me hard, stroking me deep. He tells me how much he loves the feeling of my pussy on his dick, how much he want to feel me cum on his dick! The more he talks, the harder he strokes, which makes my orgasm hit fast and hard! He fucks me hard and I can feel his dick start to pulsate and throb then I feel his hot creamy cum as it fills up my hot pussy on the inside. 

Harder, faster he strokes me, my pussy milking, gripping the last drops of cum out that he has. I feel his dick start getting soft, slowly slipping out of me. We both fall down on the bed basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. He kisses me on the back of my neck, his arms on top of mine, our hands holding. 

"Merry Christmas Baby" I whisper. 

"Thanks for my gift darling" 

He whispers to me.



My Christmas Fantasy



Hello, for the purposes of this I will call myself Jane and my husband Steve, these are obviously not our real names. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, I hope it at least proves interesting to other readers but this is principally written for Steve, who I love more than I can say.

Although I don't want to go into any great detail about my health, our story really started a nearly two years ago. I had a small accident while we were out walking and although I wasn't badly injured, I ended-up in hospital for a long time because of the resulting infections that I picked-up.

The net result was that I was ill for a very long time. Even when I was able to go back to work the travelling on top of the ongoing treatment meant that I was always tired. To makes matters worse I later also got offered a promotion at work. Although it meant more money, it also meant more hours and more stress, which didn't help.

Steve was very understanding throughout and despite the odd argument about not spending much time together (because I would often want to go straight to bed and sleep after dinner), Steve was supportive throughout. 

I must say that with hindsight I didn't realise how supportive he was at the time. I didn't appreciate the impact my health and my job were having on him. His comments about spending time together were often taken by me as nagging. I admit I was kind of selfish at the time, focussed on my own problems and oblivious to his, but I guess it is all too easy when your health is at risk.

That gives you a tiny bit of the background. Anyhow about 7 months ago I was feeling tired, as usual, so I went to bed early leaving Steve on the computer in the study. Unfortunately I couldn't seem to get to sleep because of the noise from next door. They were having a party for their daughter's birthday.

I gave-up after about an hour and decided to go downstairs and join Steve. Obviously he didn't hear me coming down the stairs. I opened the door and was shocked by what I saw.

On the computer screen was a video of a woman giving some guy a blow job and Steve was stroking his cock while watching it.

I gasped, Steve looked around in horror at being caught and I just ran back upstairs to bed in shock.

Steve came up after me a minute or so later and apologised profusely but I wasn't willing to hear any of it. I was hurt, disgusted and in disbelief. I told him to leave me alone and despite his apologies said no more to him.

Steve went off to work early the next morning. When I came downstairs there was a note on the table simply saying sorry and that he loved me.

Nothing was said for a couple of days although there was an atmosphere of tension between us.

I went to see my sister at the weekend. We have always been very close, and she knew instantly that something was wrong when I got there. It took me a little while but I eventually told her what had happened. She said that I shouldn't worry about it and that most men are turned-on by porn but that it doesn't necessarily mean they aren't faithful to their partners. We talked around it for a while with me saying how it made me feel. The she asked the killer question, "Your sex life is OK isn't it?". 

The realisation hit me like a hammer and she knew instantly from the look on my face. 

"oh my god....." I gasped.

"What?" she prompted.

"Well we did ......." It then dawned on me that with everything that had happened with my leg, my job and my dad (who had also died soon after my promotion), that we hadn't actually had sex since our walking holiday – and that was about 18 months ago. I explained to Sarah 

"Well its not surprising that he's resorted to porn" Sarah added "hasn't he asked for sex?"

Lots of images then came flooding back of me refusing because of being tired, or not in the mood or such like. I suddenly felt like such an awful wife but I can honestly say that I hadn't missed it myself and that I had genuinely not realised how long it had been.

Sarah then concluded that in the circumstances perhaps I owed Steve an apology for making him feel ashamed for having to do things by himself. 

By the time I left I not only had to agree with Sarah but also felt terrible for what I had done to him. I promised myself that I was going to try to make it up to Steve.

I said nothing to Steve but started to think about how I was going to make things better with him. As luck would have it was our 5th anniversary the following week. 

I started thinking about what could I do to make it up to him and break the ice between us? 

Eventually I thought back to that evening that I had walked in on him. He was obviously fantasising about the woman on screen giving a blow job. I have never been keen on receiving oral sex let-alone giving it. I had tried it a couple of times for Steve in our early days but didn't like it. I especially didn't like the thought of having him come in my mouth.

I knew in my heart that this was the special thing I was looking for to say sorry but it took a while to convince myself to actually go through with it. What clinched it was the memory of some of the medication I had had to take in the past. Some of the medication had made me feel very ill after I had taken it. I had willingly taken that stuff for months, surely I could do the same for Steve.

So with a little dread and more than a few butterflies in my stomach I decided that it was the treat that Steve deserved, and I owed it to him.

I decided to do a quick bit of research the subject and read a few web sites in the hope of getting a few tips to make it as good as possible for Steve and not feel completely clueless myself.

On the day of our anniversary we were both working but had booked a meal at a restaurant for that evening. I decided to dress to impress with the full set of black lingerie including stockings, under a short black dress that I hadn't worn in a couple of years. It fitted a little tighter than it used to but gave the effect I was after.

Steve gave me a nice wooden beaded necklace (it was our 5th anniversary, which by tradition is wood). I told him he would have to wait until we got home for his present. The irony did make me laugh at the time – I had planned to give him wood too, just not the type he was expecting.

When we got home I told Steve to go to bed while I took my tablets and got his present.

I took my tablets and then waited until I was sure he would be in bed. I took off my dress and went upstairs to our room. Sure enough Steve was sat-up in bed waiting for me.

The look on his face was a picture when he saw me walk in, dressed in black underwear and stockings. He saw the glint in my eye and almost immediately I saw the stirrings of an erection starting to appear under the sheets.

I slowly approached the bed "I haven't come to bed like this in a while, have I?"

"No" Steve half stammered-out.

When I reached the bed I pulled the top sheet back in one swift movement. "Looks like he likes what he sees" I said teasingly.

"Very much" Steve replied "Come here and he'll show you"

I was now feeling more nervous than ever and was tempted back out and simply lie down and let Steve take the lead. 

"Not yet" I replied, climbing onto the bed near his feet.

It was now or never and as nervous as I was feeling about what I was planning to do, I was also determined to do it.

"Steve, I am really sorry for the way I reacted last week in the study." Bless him, he immediately started to apologise again but I leaned forward and put a finger over his lips. "Let me finish".

"Last week made me realise how long it has been since we made love. I was embarrassed to realise that it has been about 18 months. My illness has obviously been the main reason but I hadn't realised how much I had taken you for granted. I should have made more effort to make time for you and I didn't." Steve went to speak again but I gestured for him to wait.

"I want to try to make it up to you to say sorry, so I have decided on something much more personal for your anniversary gift this year." 

I moved position so that I was kneeling between his legs. "I know you have always wished that I would give you a blow job. So my present to you is five such wishes, one for each year you have put up with me.".

"You don't have to do that". Steve replied gallantly, obviously still hoping I wouldn't change my mind though. 

"I know, lie back and enjoy it"

This was it, I had committed myself now. So I leaned forward and placed a first tentative kiss. That wasn't too bad, so I started with some more kisses up and down the shaft.

I took hold of the shaft and looked at Steve. He was perfectly still, eyes glued to me. 

Still holding his cock I leaned forward again maintaining eye-contact and took the end in my mouth, earning a gasp from Steve. Again this wasn't too bad so I continued. I lowered my head down and then back-up.

"You like?" I asked after lifting-off briefly.

"Oh god yes" Steve gasped.

I went back to work taking him deep and then lifting-up again and then gradually added some swirling around with my tongue. Then after a few minutes I got one hand busy massaging his balls while I put the thumb and forefinger of my other hand around his cock and moved up and down in time with my mouth.

I took an occasional break with my mouth but continued with my hands. I guess predictably Steve couldn't last long and gasped "I'm going to come"

I moved my head up slightly so that only the head of his cock was inside my mouth and then went to work faster with my hands, while watching him.

The look on his face was priceless as his come flooded into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could. They say there is only supposed to be about a teaspoon of come, but I must say that it seemed much more. When he had finished and I had swallowed it all I made a thing of licking his cock clean.

"How was that?" I asked already knowing the answer..

"Fantastic, absolutely amazing" Steve replied.

"You choose when you want the other four" 

Apart from actually doing what I had just done, what surprised me was just how horny I felt afterward. Although I lay down next to Steve and cuddled for a while the truth was I couldn't wait to jump him. 

Steve also obviously didn't want to waste the occasion of having me in bed in stockings, so after a short break he rolled-on a condom and asked me to leave them on while we fucked. And fuck we did, with Steve having initiated things it let me free to express my own lust.

After that night our relationship seemed to get closer again and sex was a more regular feature.

I won't pretend that this experience has made me love the taste of come because it hasn't. The only difference is that now I don't mind doing it for Steve and I try my best to ignore the taste.

Steve showed remarkable restraint and chose to wait a few weeks in between his next three blow-jobs. He also asked that I wear the stockings each time – and each time we fucked afterward (and each time I was more than ready for it).

That brings me up to last month.

One evening Steve asked me if I would be willing to do something else for instead of a blow job for his last treat.

I cautiously replied that it depended what he had in mind.

Steve said that he used to read a lot of stories from this Literotica website. He then went on to say that he would like to fulfil one of my fantasies.

Anyway after some discussion he eventually said that what he actually wanted was for me to write my dirtiest fantasy as a story and publish it on this website. It had to be detailed and use explicit language.

After some reluctance I eventually agreed on the grounds that I do it anonymously. That brings me to where I am now and why I am writing this.

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So Steve back to my fantasy. Well to be honest before this I only really had one fantasy and it's still my main wish but I am afraid its not at all dirty. I want to be a mum. 

I know it is a wish we both share. Well I have a little surprise for you. Nearly six months ago (about two to three weeks after our anniversary) when I went back to the hospital I was told you my result was all clear, which it was. What I didn't tell you was that I was told that I could come-off the medication. The consultant said that provided my follow-up test was also all-clear we would be able to start trying for a baby 6 months after I stop the medication. Well my follow-up test last week was all clear and the 6 months runs-out on January 3rd.

I still can't believe that it is nearly here, I am so thrilled you have no idea. So my biggest fantasy is that on January 3rd we spend a romantic evening-in and start trying for a family.

But whilst having a baby is my biggest fantasy, thanks to this website it isn't my only fantasy. You see I thought that I should come-up with something fun and dirty for us to try so I started reading some stories (purely for research!). You have probably noticed the effects they have had on me.

What surprised me was just how many different things turned me on, even some that I would never before have thought about trying. It also made me think about the times I pushed myself into giving those blow-jobs. Performing like that for you made me feel like a "slut" and I feel embarrassed to say that feeling like a slut turned me on. 

So I guess my "dirty" fantasy would be to explore these slutty feelings a little more before my hopefully impending pregnancy.

Oh I also have this little fantasy about fucking Father Christmas!!

So Steve I think you can realise my fantasy if I make your fantasies come true.

So my dearest my fantasy goes something like this:

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On Christmas Eve evening I will come downstairs at about 7pm in my stockings and suspenders (I know you like me in them) to check on my Christmas tree. I am met in the lounge by Father Christmas is his full outfit.

In my fantasy we get talking and I explain to Father Christmas my wish to be a mother once January 3rd comes. He tells me that he can definitely help me out with that fantasy but there is a price. I of course reply that I will do anything if it means him helping me to have a baby.

He tells me that I must earn my fantasy by fulfilling the fantasies of another and that my husband will not return until midnight on the start of January 3rd. I am a little taken aback that Father Christmas would ask such a thing but given that I have always had the hots for him again I readily agree.

He goes on to further explain that in that time I must wear whatever he wants, and do absolutely anything he wants. He asks me if I can promise to make that commitment and explains that he can very demanding. I feel his eyes undressing me and am swept along by the moment and reply "of course I can".

"OK then I want you to drop to your knees and give me the best blow job you can" I am shocked by his directness but find myself getting excited and lower his trousers. I find that his cock is remarkably similar to my husband's and start to blow him enthusiastically.

I am obviously getting better at this relatively new skill and in no time his come fills my mouth and I swallow it down trying hard to hide my grimace from the taste.

"Pretty talented tongue you have there....I think you deserve a reward." With that he reaches into his sack and pulls out a present.

"Here is your first present" he adds handing me the rectangular box-shaped gift.

I thank him and open it to reveal a vibrator and raise an questioning eyebrow at him.

"Leave the stockings but take the rest off" he demands, and I willingly comply feeling hot and awaiting some action.

"Now lie down and use this to make yourself come".

Just like you Steve, Santa obviously wants to watch me masturbate for him, something I have never done in front of anyone before. I look hesitant but Santa reminds me of my promise and tells me to get on with it. I lie down and struggle to get into it at first but soon my sluty side takes over and after a good ten minutes I manage to achieve my goal.

"Are you ready for your next present" he asks

"Yes" I reply a little less sure this time.

Santa again hands me another present, this one being smaller than the last.

I open it to find a tube of KY Jelly.

"Squeeze some out onto my cock and make sure I am well lubricated" 

"But I can't have unprotected sex until the 3rd" I reply.

"But I don't need protection to fuck your ass and that is exactly what I am going to do right now. Bend over the back of that sofa please."

"I've never done that before" I plead.

"Your husband has asked you many times though, hasn't he?"

"Yes"

"In case you hadn't realised these next few days are going to be all about doing those things your husband has always wanted. He is living these experiences through me".

"So my husband thinks it is him doing this?"

"Exactly, for the next few days you are in effect your husband's slut. And right now your husband wants to fuck his slut up her virgin ass. So bend over"

Nervously I assume my position and then I feel you nudging against my asshole.

"Relax" you tell me as you push forward.

I try my best to relax but your cock (which isn't exactly small normally) feels huge up my ass. Eventually you push all the way in and wait until my discomfort subsides. You then slowly begin to give my ass the fucking it so richly deserves after making you wait for so long. My slut-side is on a real high at even the thought of having you up my ass.

Having come in my mouth already, you aren't going come quickly and you fuck me hard through two orgasms before you finally fill my now not-so-virgin ass with your come.

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I hope you like the sound of this. I am sure you get the general idea.

I want you to use me as your personal sex slave/slut from 7pm on Christmas Eve until midnight on January 2nd. That should give you plenty of time to introduce me to your fantasies and in so doing let me experience my slutty side a bit further. 

I've kind of talked myself into trying the Christmas Eve bits and I know they are ones that you want to try so please lets do them anyway. Aside from that the other 9 days are all yours – anything you want.

I only ask in return that you agree to three rules:

1. No one else gets introduced and no one we know is made aware of this.

2. Don't short-change me. I want you to go for it.

3. No pain – well actually I don't mind a little – Oh hell, I trust you forget this one, stick to rule 2 and go for it.

Steve, I love you and I am sorry for what has happened in the past and hope we have a wonderful and fun couple of weeks over Christmas and New Year. I also can't wait to be the mother of your children. I love you.xxx

For everyone else out there I hope this has been of at least some interest. 

Anyhow have a Happy and fun Christmas everyone. 



My Christmas Fantasy



For years, I've had this yearning to do something special for my 'mate' for the holiday season and this year, I vowed, was going to truly be the year. The week before Christmas was a hectic one for me. Working, buying last minute gifts, and of course, making the preparations for my 'surprise' for 'Daddy'. There was the hair cut, the manicure, the pedicure... not to mention some other more personal items to check off of my 'to do' list as the days and hours counted down. Yet... here I was... all thumbs trying to prepare before Daddy got home. All the preparation had still come down to the final minutes before his arrival. 

"Damn ribbon!" I curse to myself, as it stubbornly refuses to do just what I wish it to. Looking into the bathroom's full length mirror I decide that it's not going as I'd planned, so I undo it and start again. Lifting my foot up onto the closed toilet seat lid, I lean back against the counter edge. Slipping a length of the ribbon in between my toes I begin to again unwind the spool, moving it around my leg in an upward spiral, until it meets my hip. Once there, I wrap it twice around my waist and then descend it all the way down my other leg, under my foot and then back up, repeating the process until the ribbon reaches the bottom of my first leg once more. Tying the two ends of the ribbon together in a little bow on the outside of my ankle, I stand up once more to admire my handiwork in the mirror. Turning to the side, I stand on my tiptoes, giving my profile a thorough once-over, thinking out loud to myself, "Hmmm... that actually looks pretty good. Now if only it could make my hips and ass look smaller ... Otherwise I'd say that it was darn near perfect." 

Running my hands over the ribbon pattern around my hips, I contemplate on how I'm going to wrap my arms and chest. It's then that I decide to mimic this same pattern- after all, it worked well this first time! 

I begin tentatively by grasping the ribbon between two of my middle fingers and wind it up around my arm, pausing as I reach my shoulder. 

"Hmmm... I wonder if I could...?" I continue mumbling to myself as I unroll a length of the ribbon from the spool, loop it behind my back and down my side, so that when I pull it up in front of me, it lies beneath one breast but over the other. Grinning at myself in the mirror, I am pleased as a kitten as lapping up spilled milk, as I wrap it a second time in the same pattern before going down the opposite arm. As I return back up my arm, the ribbon again crosses my chest, but in the opposite fashion, slipping the spool under one of the previous loops to make it a criss-cross pattern between my breasts, which are now held tightly in place by the ribbon. As I continue to wrap myself, I come to the realisation that I am humming some Christmas Carols and making little kitten mewing noises. Considering this for a moment with a grin, I finish the trip down my arm, before using my mouth to help my hands fashion a bow on the outside of my wrist, similar to the one sported on my ankle. 

Once again I turn to the mirror and admire my handiwork; twisting and bending to make sure that it's not too tight- I didn't know what sorts of things Daddy might dream up for me, after all. 

"It's still missing something ..." I ponder that thought for a moment and look at the remaining spool of ribbon, grinning wildly as I figure it out. 

"That's it!" 

Instantly, I begin to fashion a rather large matching bow to affix at the crossing point between my breasts and yet another that I work onto the back of the waist 'band', leaving flowing lengths of ribbon to hang down over my ample buttocks. Giggling, I turn around a few times to admire the flowing effect, and then take another length, fashioning a bow around my waist length hair. Having done this, I head out of the bathroom and head to the bedroom... pausing in the hall for just a few moments to turn the heat up a few degrees, for comfort purposes, due to my lack of clothing. 

Entering the room, I see my bag of 'toys'… I had prepared these on the bed earlier in the morning, along with a few more pieces of my 'costume'. Smiling to myself, I readjust my collar, as it had turned during all my contorting in the bathroom, and slowly saunter across the room to my jewellery box. Picking out the matched pieces with bells for my chest piercings, the ones that Daddy had picked out for me, I put them on while standing in front of the mirror, taking the time to bounce for a moment, just to hear them jingle. Satisfied that they are properly in place, I return to the bed and snap bands of bells around both of my upper arms, and a matching set around my thighs and waist. All of the bell belts possessed a few small D rings, in the event that Daddy chose to use them in another more creative way. Now as I move around the room, the jingling of several sized bells echoes off of the walls, filling the room with their own brand of lovely holiday 'music'. 

"Mmmmm... I do think Daddy shall enjoy that." I smirk to myself, looking at the rest of the 'outfit' lying on the bed. Anxiously looking at the clock, I start to fidget. Daddy should be home in less than half an hour!

Moving quickly, I start to run through the apartment and make sure that everything is 'just right' and begin lighting a plethora of candles, covering every conceivable safe surface in the living room. The lights on the Christmas tree sparkle and shine reflecting themselves on the walls. At this point, I'm thankful that I thought to close the window blinds before getting into the shower, as I glance down at my nearly naked form. Blushing, my skin instantly takes on a familiar hue, as I look forward to a session of 'playtime with Daddy'.

Lighting the last of the candles, I flip off the light switch and swiftly run back into the bedroom and retrieve my bag o' goodies, placing it carefully under the tree. Smiling with satisfaction, I return to the bedroom and pick up the chrome glittering metal harness and bridle and place it in my mouth, sliding the harness with reins back over my shoulders, as I get it into place. 

Grinning, I pick up the butt plug with a tail attached to it, knowing that it will help complete the illusion. Slowly, I spread a little lube onto the rubber tip and mold it around the surface, before turning my back to the mirror and carefully pulling out its place holder that I had worked into my ass while in the shower. Whimpering softly, my arousal already evident, even though I had just showered, I slide the tail-laden larger butt plug into my ass very slowly, savoring the feel of my puckered hole being spread, imagining what it will feel like when Daddy fills my ass with his cock, as I was sure he would tonight... I was sure we were both going to get and give more than even I could imagine... Daddy was so very wicked and thoughtful with his 'Little Girl'. Glancing at the clock, I realize my minutes are slowly ticking away. 

Running to the bed, I pick up one more piece of ribbon with a note card attached that simply says, "SPECIAL DELIVERY, For: Daddy, From: Santa's Helper, You've been a very good boy this year!" 

Giggling excitedly, I string it around my neck and tuck it into one of the pieces of ribbon over my chest. so that it looks like a gift tag. Then, I pick up the last piece of my outfit, turning to look in the mirror as I do so for one last time, and slide the headband toting antlers into place. Spinning in a slow pirouette just once, I smile to myself in satisfaction. 

"I do believe this is just about perfect..." 

Retreatingto the living room, I 'place' myself under the tree, front side out, laying the long ribbon from the bow on my backside over my hip teasingly, covering my womanly mound below. 

As I put on the finishing preparation touches, I can hear the familiar sound of the engine and exhaust to Daddy's car, as it pulls up in the driveway. Giggling to myself I squeal, "He's here! Get ready..." 

Slowly and delicately, I lower my head onto the bag o' toys labeled, "Have I been Naughty or Nice?" and wait for him to come inside, my growing excitement causing a lovely rose-coloured blush to cover my skin. 

From my vulnerable position, I hear Daddy's key slowly turning in the door's lock... at least it seems slow to me,as my breath catches in my throat.

Finally, I feel the cool rush of air from the open door as it hits my exposed backside, covering my form in little tingles, followed quickly and inevitably by goose-bumps. By this point, I know he can see the entire place is quiet and dark except for the twinkling of the tree lights and smells of the burning candles. 

"Baby Girl...?" 

I hear him call out, as he closes the door and resets thelock. My only response is a whinny- I'm not sure what sort of noises a reindeer would make so I figure that I'll just go along the lines of a horse… I can hear him pause, just for a moment, chuckle lightly to himself, and then begin his painstakingly slow ascent up the stairs. 

As he turns the corner into the living room, and into my line of sight, I watch silently with round eyes, as he first takes in the sight of the candles and then, his eyes dance around the rest of the room, a slow grin spreading across his face as I nicker softly and his eyes follow trace the sound to its source, and he spies me under the tree. 

I can see as he stands there, outlined in the candlelight, that his eyes are flowing over each and every curve and contour of my body as his mind processes the details; His eyes hungrily roam over the flow of the ribbons before taking in all the 'extra' pieces. He lets loose a small chuckle from the antlers and rein combination, as well as the message on the toy bag, which is cut off as his eyes are drawn to the lights dancing off the bells affixed to my chest. 

I know he can sense my nervous excitement, as the little bells give away my shaking. Chuckling, he crosses the room stops to kneel in front of me, leaning down to kiss my temple, and reads my 'tag'. 

"Hmmm... " he speaks as a hand traces the outline of my face, down across my neck amd to my chest, teasing a nipple with the lightest of touches, causing the bell to jingle once again, and then moving further down to my waist, just outside the roundness of my hip. "Should I open this present now? ...Or should I wait and enjoy it as it is, for now?" 

Grinning, he gently slips the toy bag from beneath my head, replacing it with a pillow from the nearby chair. His other hand, still petting lightly over my form, serves to increase both my excitement and arousal. I whinny and nicker occasionally, nuzzling at his knee playfully with my nose as he picks up the bag and stands, crossing the room to take a seat on the couch, leaving me where I am... for now.

"What have we here?" he says as he opens the sack and starts to flip through the bag's contents. His hand, feeling the familiar texture of paper, draws out a perfectly scrolled note. His grin widens as he breaks open the seal and reads the message within, the message letting him know that every 'toy' in this bag can be used at his choosing and discretion. 

"Every toy, Kit?" he asks with a raised eyebrow looking in my direction, his voice containing a hint of wonderment as to what the bag might contain. Slowly, I roll to my hands and knees and toss my head and reins up and down, nodding, while simultaneously 'stomping' at the floor with my front left 'hoof' and nickering softly. 

"My, my, my..." he smiles a private smile meant for just the two of us, as he eyes one of the bag's toys, without showing me what it is, wickedly playing with my building anticipation. 

"I think Daddy might just have to play with that one. ... And perhaps this one too…"

Tantalizingly, he takes his time going through every item in the bag, making certain that I cannot see what he is looking at, while occasionally throwing in a knowing glance my way, as he tells me just how he could 'use' each toy.

Grinning, he finally sets the bag aside on the couch and smiles softly, calling me to him. "Come little one..." 

As I start to move he gently chastises, "Uh-uh... remember reins and leashes should always be carried in your mouth and not dragged on the floor... and no using your hands to get them under control." His smile widens as he watches as I whinny and toss my head, stomping until the reins lay on the floor in front of me and I lean down, picking them up between my teeth. This is no easy feat as I cannot bite down too hard due to the bridle.

Slowly and carefully, I make my way to him, trying not to giggle, so that I don't loosen the reins, occasionally stopping to toss my head just a bit and nicker. Before I know it, I have crossed the distance between us, and am able to drop the reins in his lap. Slowly I turn, so that my side is next to his knee, giving him free access to the most of my form. 

As he shifts his position on the couch, he relaxes for a few moments, content with just petting and stroking over my head and back, while taking the reigns in his other hand. His hand starts to wander down over to the familiar roundness of my ass, beneath the tail and back up again, teasing me before making a return trip. Grinning to myself as his hand pauses for just a moment, as his fingers touch my newly hairless slit and mound, I wait for his response. 

"Mmmm... I see my baby girl has been very busy preparing for me. Daddy likes." Whinnying softly, I nuzzle his knee as his fingers slip gently between my slit just for a moment, testing to see just how bare I truly am. "Yes, Daddy likes this present, so very much..." 

Standing he tugs on my reins, "Come, pet... I do think you deserve a reward." 

Slowly, he leads me around to the back of the couch until my nose is touching the back of it. 

"Stand up baby girl and lay yourself over the back of the couch, standing on your tip toes, ass in the air." 

As gracefully as I can, I do exactly as instructed, making sure to spread my feet about a shoulder's length apart; as I know he likes me to be. It's then that he takes special notice of the bow and tail. 

"Mmmmm... very lovely indeed." he says, as he leans up against my back, just long enough, for me to feel his cock already hardening through the fabric of his jeans. The rough material serves only to excite me further, and my body responds in kind, as I wigglemy hips just a bit, whinnying once more as I toss my head side to side; his hands are gentle on my shoulders as he puts me back into the exact position he wants. As he pulls away slowly, his hands slide down over my back and over my ass to my hips again as suddenly, and yet still very gently, he juts his hips forwards, teasing me with the feel of his cock again, before stepping away. 

"Stay where you are, Kit. Don't move." That said, he circles the couch again and reaches into the bag, pulling out a blindfold. Mischief in his eyes, he walks back in front of me and places it over my reins, taking care to tuck the band behind my antlers, so that everything stays in place. 

At this point, I am so heady with anticipation that I feel like I could cum at any moment… but I know that I must not- I've not been given permission; I must wait. 

I hear more rummaging, along with Daddy's faint humming, as he searches for the next toy from the bag that he's looking for. Two consecutive 'clacks' can be heard, as he kicks off his shoes, and rounds the corner of the couch. I feel him lifting the ribbon and tail away from my ass, flopping it up and over my back. 

"Mmm... so, lovely little one… Are you ready to please Daddy, Kit?" I whinny, nodding my head once more, as my ears pick up the whistling sound of the soft leather flogger moving quickly through the air, contacting suddenly and sharply my bare ass. I can feel my self control slipping as shivers run up my body. Knees shaking, I fall forward against the couch for support, and struggle futilely to remain in position with legs that feel like jelly. 

Two more gentle swats follow rapidly and my pussy starts to leak its wetness between my thighs... I'm so close to cumming I don't think I can wait much longer. Struggling with the bit in my mouth, I want to scream, I want to beg, I want to plead... I want to cum, but decide to wait a bit longer. I want above everything else to please Daddy. 

I sense, before I feel, Daddy's hands smoothly gliding over my ass in little circles, gently soothing the skin, before suddenly being followed by another somewhat harder "thwack!" across my quickly reddening backside. My legs are trembling from each whack now brings a fresh round of jingling sounds from my nipple bells, as I fall forward against the couch. 

As he moves I can hear soft moans escaping Daddy's lips. I hold on until I think I'm absolutely going to burst, knowing that I won't be able to maintain my control for much longer. I scream, despite the bridle in my mouth, "Daddy, can I cum pleaseee?" 

Whinnying and pleading for my own sanity, "Please Daddy, your little cum whore wants to cum for you? PLEASE?!" 

His response is another whack that lands hard against my ass as I feel fingers probe gently against my now very slick pussy.

"Mmmm baby girl wants to cum does she?" 

His other hand runs the leather flogger lightly over my ass as his fingers roam and play, the added sensation almost too much to bare. Giving me another softer whack, followed by one more, I hear the flogger finally hit the floor as he grasps me tightly by the hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, as his cock suddenly shoves up and into my slick, wet, to the point of already being nearly overflowing, pussy. 

"Oh fuck yes, baby girl... cum for Daddy... CUM NOW!" he orders, while thrusting his cock deeply into my pussy, slowly, but repeatedly. As the words of his permission hit my ears, my body falls forward, giving over to my release, the bells now in a constant state of jingle, in rhythm to the pounding in my pussy, and the spasms of my limbs. 

A loud moan erupts from my throat turning into a somewhat louder growl, until one final word manages haltingly forms on my lips between spasms, "Da-aaa-dddddyyyyyyyy!!!" My pussy seems to burst at the seams for several seconds, as a constant stream of juices sprays down between our legs, forming a small puddle on the floor. 

"Oh f-f-fuck me..." I utter, as my head hangs forward limply. The rest of my words are lost to unintelligible incoherence as Daddy continues to ride my body through orgasm, savoring the way my pussy clutches and holds his cock tightly, almost so tight that he has to force his way in with each consecutive thrust.

"That's it baby girl... keep cumming. I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" he growls gutturally as he leans forward next to my ear, nipping lightly at my shoulder. For several more seconds, my body attempts to push his now throbbing cock out of my pussy, but he pushes back with just as firm a resolve, staying lodged within his sweet little slut. 

With the waves of spasms slowly relenting their hold on me, he kisses my neck softly and pulls back my hair to whisper into my ear, "Good girl... now Daddy wants you to clean your mess, little girl." 

As he speaks, he pulls out of my still wanting pussy, removing my blindfold, followed quickly by the antlers and the bridle. He then backs up, giving me just enough space ,so that I can drop to my knees in front of him. 

"Yes Daddy, I want to clean my mess... I want to taste my cum on your cock." I whisper, regaining my breath and leaning forward to lick the ridge on the underside of the head, tasting my own familiar sweetness for just a moment, before taking his cock deep into my mouth. 

Slowly, teasingly, I release the length of his cock from my mouth, dipping my head lower yet, sticking my tongue to its full length, cradling first one, and then the other of his balls on my tongue, drawing them gently to my mouth one by one, cleaning my juices from them. I can hear him moaning in ecstasy and feel his hands running through my tangle of hair, urging me gently on. Raising one of my hands to his balls, cupping them gently, I return my lips to his cock, licking up the underside with the tip of my tongue before reclaiming just the head, swirling it around my mouth while meeting his eyes with mine, letting them speak of my wanting and longing. 




My Christmas Gift



It was the week before Christmas and Mom still hadn't asked me what I wanted. Dad had asked me several times, but not mom. This was so unlike her. Mom and I were real close and I must confess, for a year now I had dreamed of being a  Motherfucker. Yes, secretly I wanted nothing more in this world than to fuck my own mother. 
Ever since that day in February when I accidentally saw my parents fucking. Dad was fucking mom doggie style, they were both on the bed facing the doorway when I walked in. Dad didn't see me, but mom's eyes locked onto mine. I can still remember for that short instant seeing mom's big boobs hanging down like enormous utters, swinging back and forth like pendulums as my dad laid into her. It was an image that has fueled my fantasies for nearly a year now. At breakfast that morning, Mom looked at me knowingly and gave a me a warm motherly smile, but she never spoke of the incident. Every day since I took every opportunity to look my mother over and dreamed of what it would be like to be in my father's shoes. Which brings me to this morning, my father had already left for work and mom was at the sink doing dishes. She looked so sexy in her thin silk robe and high-heeled sandals. The way her big breasts swayed underneath her robe made my cock rock hard.

"So what do you want for Christmas this year, mom?" I asked.

"I told you last week, remember?" She answered.

I decided to just cut to the chase.

"So how come you haven't asked me what I want this year?" I asked.

She fed me a warm smile.

"I all ready know what you want." She answered.

How could this be, I wondered. She had never asked me and I hadn't given her a list.

"Was it something I asked for?" I inquired.

Mom turned to face me, drying her hands.

"Not directly, but in subtle ways, yes." She answered. 

I had no idea what it could be.

"Am I going to like it?" I asked.

Mom grinned from ear to ear as she started out of the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, I think you'll be pretty satisfied. I need to get my bath, sport." She answered.

For the next week I toiled over what mom could have gotten me for Christmas. I had truly given her no indication of something I wanted.

Christmas morning came and Mom, Dad and I sat around the tree opening gifts. I opened several from dad, but not a single one from mom. Finally when all the gifts were opened I threw a look moms way. She was looking back at me with a smile and gave me a wink. Dad started upstairs.

"Well, I have a flight to catch, better get dressed." Dad said.

I had no idea dad was leaving town on business today. 

"Honey, I need you to take your father to the airport, can you do that for me?" Mom asked.

"Sure, no problem, mom." I answered.

She stared into my eyes with a gleaming smile on her face.

"Thanks, sweetheart. Santa's gotta stay here, she got one more present to wrap." She said.

I smiled back, knowing that it was my gift she was speaking of, but why hadn't she given it to me earlier? I rushed my father to the airport and was back in an hour. When I walked in I found the downstairs dark as the shades had been pulled and the Christmas tree lights turned off. On the entry table I found a Christmas card with my name on it. It was from mom and read:

MY DARLING,

THIS YEAR YOUR MOTHER KNEW WHAT GIFT YOU DESIRED MOST. EACH TIME I LOOK AT YOU, YOUR EYES HAVE PLEADED FOR THIS PRECIOUS GIFT. NO GREATER PRESENT CAN A MOTHER GIVE HER SON THAN WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE. IN MY MARITAL BED, BETWEEN MY OUTSTRETCHED LEGS SHALL YOU FIND YOU GIFT. COME AND ENJOY, MY LOVE!

MOM

I was stunned. Was this real or was I dreaming. I crept upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest and went straight to my mothers open doorway. The room was lit by candlelight and there in the center of her king-sized bed was my mother. What shocked me most, however, was the way she greeted me. She was completely naked, laying on her back, with her long legs thrown back under her arms and behind her head. From my point of view, just below her smiling face was her big hairy matronly pussy. The inner and outer lips were splayed open and I could clearly see the round entrance of her creamy fuckhole. Her puckered asshole winked at me invitingly and her enormous tits hung flat against her chest. She looked into my eyes lovingly.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." She said.

She reached out to me and I wanted to melt. I slowly walked towards her.

"You'll enjoy this gift a lot more if you get undressed first, sport." She said with a giggle.

I stripped naked, my raging hardon sticking in the air. I took moms hand and she guided me between her outstretched legs. I lay all my wieght on her and felt her big boobs crushed against my chest. Our faces were now close together and her eyes were gleaming into mine.

"I hope your ready, mister, cause you and mom are gonna hump all day long."

I melted, my cock sinking into my warm wet gift and I knew that Christmas could never get any better than this.



My Christmas Gift



Jim and I have been "secretly" seeing each other close to seven years now and I have to say I've never been happier. We have been caught twice - only caught by text messages and picture/video messages on my cell phone that were found by my white jealous/hurtful/degrading/cheating/lying/scumbag husband. If I didn't give him my phone to roll over my pictures from my old phone to my new, he would never have known about my affair. Jim and I have to be extra careful now and it does become stressful sometimes for me, but I go and meet him whenever I can.

I love Jim with all my heart. I told him that I would never ask him to leave his wife and family for me because that isn't what I am all about. We share a wonderful relationship and he is all the things that my husband is not beginning by being compassionate and understanding, supportive and always there when I need him the most.

It was love at first sight for me and Jim. We flirted with each other for many years via the telephone, but once we met face to face it has been heaven on earth for me. I had to face a few deaths in my family and a few friends and his comforting arms and his support got me through it all.

For all the holidays, I am always buying Jim a gift; sometimes it is just a little thing and sometimes it is quite pricey but he his so worth it. He's not a gushy kind of guy and doesn't throw the "I love you" into our conversations but as he told me from the start that when he feels something for someone, he doesn't say it, but he shows it in his own ways. He shows me when he makes love to me, goes down on me and lets me do my own thing when I go down on him.

Kissing is wonderful and some intimate when we engage in it. I love to french kiss and the first day I met him, I stuck my tongue down his throat first and he followed and I loved every minute of kissing him. His touch may be as gentle as a lamb and then sometimes we engage in a little rough but not hurtful foreplay before he bangs me into heaven. I love sucking his extra large black cock and when he cums all over my face and all over my titties.

I'm the kind that loves to tell people I love them and I tell Jim all the time and he agrees that he loves me but doesn't actually say the words "I love you". A few times early on in our "affair" I asked him to tell me and he would say it but it was forced. He told me that no one makes him say or do anything unless he wants to. I felt uneasy for awhile but then I realized how much he must because it shows at all the right times.

Jim was having major surgery several years ago and that meant I wouldn't see him until he got home from rehab but we would text and call each other every day. When he was up to driving again, we arranged a meeting and it was intense and was something we were both looking forward to. I asked him before he went for his operation to tell me how he feels about me and he told me after his surgery he will. 

That was two years ago and I haven't asked him about it and figured he must have some kind of feelings for me or he wouldn't still be seeing me after I was caught with pictures and texts on my cell and my husband threatening to call his wife and go to his job and tell them what he has been doing with me. He never went through with it; he didn't do it and I think he was a coward for that but happy he didn't because I don't want to cause any problems at home for him, even though I have problems.

This past Christmas I asked him what he wanted and he said he wasn't sure yet and would let me know, even if it was after the holidays are over and we've gone down that route before. I was sitting at home after work one day sending him a text when he called. He asked me if we could meet the next day and I said we could because I wasn't working. I asked him if everything was alright and he said it was and he told me he wanted to give me my Christmas present early. 

That night I was trying to think of what he would be giving me as I know he was always short on cash and asked him to not buy me gifts because the days I get to see him are my gifts from him and they are so special. I had a really bad night's sleep and worried. He said everything was alright but I don't know why I kept thinking that he was going to end it all with me the next day.

I got my hair done that morning and put on a new sweatsuit I bought and new sneakers as I went to one of our meeting place to see what he was giving me. I was so nervous I actually ran a red light and was driving faster than normal and shaking in my new sneakers.

As I pulled up, I saw him parked already there and usually I beat him there. I was so nervous. I got out of my car and approached his truck shaking like a leaf. I opened my door to get in and he had a huge smile his face and gave me the usual bear hug and we kissed passionately. He first told me that he had two gifts for me and he noticed I was shaking and told me not to be nervous that all was good.

Part one of my gift he told me that he arranged to have us meet at a hotel one day when I was free at night when my husband would be out and about and he would tell his wife that he was going out with his friends or maybe just his best friend who he is due to go out with. I was so excited to say the least and told him I could do it the next Wednesday night. He said that would work because his wife had her holiday party that night and he would tell her that he was going out too. He told me that I had to wait until then for part two of my gift.

We kissed and made out and I went down on him and I love giving him blow jobs and sometimes we can meet him my dad's old house and we didn't have to worry about being seen or got caught. It was like heaven and each time it gets hardier to leave him. We talked about our meeting every day until that day and on that day and couldn't wait to be together.

After my husband left, I got out my overnight bag and packed it with a new sexy night gown that I knew wouldn't be on my body too long but it was red and that is his favorite color.

I got in my and drove to the hotel. Jim was there ahead of me and I called him to tell him I was there and he came out to bring me to our room. The room was awesome with a hot tub and all and he had a single yellow rose for me. He knows how I love my yellow roses.

I went into the bathroom and came out with this very sheer night gown and he loved it. We started with kissing each other and touching each other and then the night gown came off. He starting to squeeze one of my titties while sucking the other while I played with his huge black cock and balls and I could feel him getting harder. We were in the 69 position briefly and then I wanted to go down on him alone. I sucked and I jerked his cock and he played with my titties. I got him so hard we briefly stopped so he could fuck me like he always did, long and hard and with such passion. He flipped me over and we did it doggy style for a while and then the anal sex started and he was pounding me hard and thrusting me that I was in heaven. He never wore a condom and he flipped me over on my back and squirt his hot load all over my face and hen allowed me to swallow the rest of his juices that I loved.

We showered together to clean me up and him and lied down on the bed and just looked at each other and smiled. Jim pushed my hair aside and said he needed to tell me something. The butterflies started in my stomach and my eyes filled with tears. Jim told me that I shouldn't cry because I would be happy to hear what he had to say. Jim told me for the first time that he loved me very much and would never ever hurt me. He wants me to know that his love is real and wants us to keep seeing each other and meeting each other and will try to meet me like this more often. I was so happy and relived because I thought the worst. I told him I loved him and I always will. "Merry Christmas to me". 



My Christmas Gift to Daddy



I arrived at the cabin just before nightfall. It was beautiful, set back from the main road, very secluded. I could see lights on inside and a curl of smoke wafting up from the chimney.

I found myself with butterflies in my stomach. Daddy!

I hadn't seen my father since summertime, right before I left for my first semester of college. Now it was just a week before Christmas, and my sister and I were spending the holidays with him at his cabin in rural Vermont. He'd been texting us about our Daddy-Daughter Ski Trip Spectacular for weeks, and had even made us t-shirts. He'd also promised to let me get drunk with him, even though I was only eighteen.

I knew my dad had been lonely ever since he'd divorced my mom, and I was excited to bring him some Christmas cheer.

As soon as I walked in, Daddy swept me into his arms and hugged me tight. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he murmured into my ear. "I'm so glad you're here. We're going to have so much fun skiing! I hope you brought everything you need."

I nodded, pulling away from the hug, and smiled brightly at my handsome father. He looked great; young and well-rested. Vital. "I have absolutely every kind of clothing I could possibly need," I said. "I even brought my bikini, not that I'll need it here!"

"Actually, I didn't know it 'til I got here, but there's a hot tub out back. You might use that suit yet."

I pretended not to notice my father's eyes raking up and down my body as he said this. To be honest, Daddy had been looking at me like this for a long time. Something had happened between us on my eighteenth birthday last Spring — a kiss that lasted just a little too long, was a little too wet — and there had been a sexual charge between us ever since.

I can't say I blame him for wanting me. I have a great body and I work very hard on it. I have a perfect 28-inch waist with a set of natural 32F breasts, and my ass is as round and juicy as a peach in summer. My dark hair hangs midway down my back, and my face is very striking.

I always assumed I was just imagining things when I thought Daddy was checking me out, but after a while I couldn't ignore the truth. Right after we shared that fateful kiss, he started an affair with his busty 19-year-old assistant, who looked a lot like me. It's what ended his marriage to my mother—Mom had gotten home from work early to find Daddy's assistant riding his hard-on like a cowgirl, her obscenely big tits bouncing all over the place as she screamed.

On top of that, I'd found a stash of porno magazines in his desk over the summer, with titles ranging from Juggs to Busty Bitches to Natural Wonders to Big Titty Sluts. They all featured huge-breasted women. Women whose bodies were very similar to mine. There were also a couple magazines called "Daddy's Girl," which featured fictional stories of daddy-daughter incest. Those stories were very naughty, and they made me very wet.

I wondered if Daddy thought about me when he looked at these magazines, or when he fucked his assistant. I had a feeling he did. I knew Daddy had a type, and I knew I was it. Young, breasty, and innocent. I didn't mind. What's wrong with a horny old man checking out a hot chick's goods, or lingering too long on a birthday kiss? It certainly didn't bother me.

In fact, my pussy gushed a little bit of cream as I thought about my Daddy wanting me sexually. Truth be told, I'd been fantasizing about him for ages, ever since I read my first daddy-daughter incest smut story in one of his magazines. He was the sexiest man I knew, and it turned me on to have such taboo thoughts about my own father. I'd spent many a night at college over the past few months reading incest stories online. I'd lay back on my dorm room bed and stroke my smooth cunt, thinking about my father.

*****

I was drunk, and it was late.

Earlier, after I'd gotten situated in my room, Daddy and I sat down for dinner together. We drank way too much wine and talked about the gifts we'd gotten for Lacey, my older sister, and we made plans for decorating the tree in the morning when she arrived.

The drunker Daddy got at dinner, the more boldly he stared at my large chest in its tight cashmere sweater, but I pretended not to notice. I just made sure I had plenty of cleavage on display for him. I drank a lot, too, and found myself pushing my chest forward as I got drunker, hoping to get Daddy's attention.

Now, hours later, I was stumbling outside toward the hot tub in the dark, my hand gripping the half-drunk bottle of Chardonnay I'd swiped to take to bed. I saw the hot tub up ahead and, to my surprise, someone was in it. My father. I thought he'd gone to bed.

I approached timidly, wearing nothing but my skimpy bikini. "Daddy?" I said.

He smiled in the darkness. "Get in, sweetheart," he slurred. "It's freezing out. There's plenty of room in here with dear ol' Dad. Don't be shy."

I reveled in the eye-fucking my dad gave my tits as I entered the scalding water. His eyes were big and round; he seemed surprised by how big my chest actually was. As I sat down, I made sure I kept my breasts above water-level so he could 'secretly' admire them. My nipples were tiny stones poking through the fabric, which was stretching and straining against my fleshy melons.

Daddy and I made small talk for a while, which was difficult given our shared level of drunkenness. I sobered up a little, though, when the topic turned to sex.

"Are you still a virgin, sweetheart?" my father asked bluntly, staring at my chest.

"Yes," I replied, too drunk to be shocked at the question, my pussy flooding with warmth. "I haven't met anyone at college. Too busy studying."

"Good girl," he crooned. "But don't you ever get lonely? I have to imagine, with a body like yours, that you get horny a lot."

"I do. But I just take care of myself," I giggled. "I've gotten really good at it. I even have toys. Sorry! Too much information."

"No, I like hearing that. You need to explore your body. You've certainly grown big girls...I mean into a big girl. Definitely got some of my mother in you, because you didn't get those huge torpedoes from your mother. You're a beautiful young woman." He paused, looking at my face through the darkness, then continued. "In fact, wish I could explore your body."

I was too drunk to understand the implications of this kind of flirting with my dad. I just laughed softly and said, "I think about that too, Daddy."

My father needed no further encouragement than that. He lunged forward and snaked his arms around my waist, groaning. He covered my mouth with his and pried my lips open with his own. I felt his hot tongue enter my mouth.

I squirmed and thrashed and tried to push him away, but Daddy had me in a vise grip. He swirled his whiskey-wet tongue around mine and gripped my waist harder, pulling me to him insistently. I tried to cry out that I didn't want this, but it just got muffled by my father's sloppy kiss.

And, to be honest, I did want this. I'd thought about it a thousand times, ever since I'd learned that other girls fantasize about incest with their fathers. My cunt was gushing for him already, just a few seconds into our first kiss.

I decided to give in to it. We were both so drunk, we probably wouldn't remember this tomorrow, so it's not like it really mattered. Just a little kissing. No harm, no foul.

I relaxed a little bit and opened my mouth wider, and Daddy realized I was acquiescing. He groaned into my mouth as I began to kiss him back, tentatively twirling my soft tongue with his firmer one, sucking his saliva into my mouth, drooling my own saliva into his. I reached up and snaked my arms around his neck.

Daddy and I sat in the hot tub and kissed for several minutes, the only sounds our wet smacks and slurps, before he sat back and gently pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. Now my head was slightly higher than his, and my breasts were completely out of the water and smashing against his chest. He reached up and squeezed them both as he continued kissing me deeply. He kneaded my massive tits sensually and stroked my nipples through the flimsy wet fabric. My nipples were harder than they've ever been, and my pussy was positively throbbing to be be filled. Filled up by Daddy.

My father reached behind me and untied my bikini top deftly, and my tits sprang forward into Daddy's face. Before I knew what was happening, I was completely topless with my Daddy leaning me back and sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth. He sucked it like a baby on a bottle, hard and needy, as he stroked my other nipple with his talented fingers. I shivered when he switched nipples, loving the feel of his hot tongue as he licked the crests of my huge breasts, wanting more of him. I ground my pussy into the massive hard-on I could feel through his swim trunks. Daddy was hard for me. Very hard.

"Let's go inside," he growled.

*****

My father and I spent the whole night in bed.

Daddy started by sitting me on the bed and French-kissing my eager mouth thoroughly, squeezing my huge naked tits with his strong hands, pinching my nipples, then suckling and licking them. Then he stood me up, pulled my bikini bottoms to the floor, and shucked his own clothes.

That's when I caught my first glimpse of my father's enormous dick. I stared at it as he feasted his green eyes on my hairless pink pussy.

His cock was ten inches if it was a centimeter. It was the biggest I'd ever seen, even in the porn videos I liked to watch. It jutted magnificently from his crotch, fat through the shaft and bulbous at the head, a pair of huge, hairy, sperm-filled balls swaying below it. I thought about all the things I could do to get the sperm out. I shivered and licked my lips.

Daddy pushed me onto my back so that my head was resting on the pillow and looked down at me, beaming. He took his hard prick in his hand and began to stroke off to my body as he stood by the bed. His eyes raped my naked form, stopping first at my pouty mouth, then landing on my big, buoyant breasts, then traveling to my pink, unused cunt. I let my legs fall open obscenely for him.

"Goddamn, honey," he said gently. "How have I resisted you until now? Your body is fucking sinful. With a body like this, I'm sorry, but you deserve everything Daddy's gonna give you. Daddy can't help himself."

With that, Daddy climbed onto the bed and straddled my midsection, taking my enormous breasts into his big hands. He squeezed my titties together and trapped his cock between them. I had seen this in pornos before, so I had a good idea of what to do.

I looked up at his handsome face; he was staring down at my chest intently as he slowly started titfucking me. "Spit on them," I said. "Drool on my big titties, Daddy. Then fuck them."

Daddy slobbered down on my chest and got the valley between my tits nice and lubed up as he made love to my chest, slow at first, then with more need. "Open your mouth, sweetheart," he gasped. "Be a good slut for Daddy."

I did as he said, and Daddy began pushing the tip of his long, meaty cock right into my mouth each time it appeared from between my breasts. I took the whole head of his dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it until it disappeared between my tits again.

I laid there obediently for several minutes, legs spread wide, letting my father fuck my breasts and mouth until he busted his nut all over my lips, chin, and chest. To show him that I wanted to please him, I scooped all the salty jizz off my skin and ate it slowly, like I'd seen in my favorite pornos. He looked down at me with admiration. "That's my girl. Eat that cum, slut. Eat it for Daddy."

A moment later, Daddy had his head between my legs and was licking the sweet cream directly from my virgin cunt. He lapped at my sopping-wet slit like a starving man, making wet smacking noises, sucking my tiny clit into his mouth, licking my labia like he was bathing me. He licked up to the very top of my little cunt-slit and back down again, each time getting a little closer to my anus, until eventually he was rimming my asshole with his greedy tongue. I spread my legs further, moaning as my father licked my asshole. "Mmmmmm," he kept saying.

When he finally moved his tongue back up to my clit, I came all over his face. It was my very first orgasm that wasn't self-induced. I yelped and whined in pleasure the entire shuddering, spasming time. It seemed to last forever.

When I stopped cumming, Daddy moved up and covered my little body with his big one, kissing me deeply, letting me taste my own honeyed cunt cream on his lips and tongue. It tasted like salty-sweet heaven as I sucked it out of his mouth.

Daddy didn't fuck me that night, even though I begged and cried for him to. I was hoping for even a little penetration, but he resisted. I assumed it was because he was conflicted about taking his daughter's virginity. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"But, Daddy, I love you. I want you to have it. For Christmas. It belongs to you, just like the rest of my body does."

"All in good time, sweetheart. We have two weeks together."

"But Lacey will be here tomorrow."

"Exactly."

Daddy left then, and I laid naked in my big bed, wondering what the hell my father had meant by "exactly." I fingered myself to sleep.

*****

Lacey arrived the next morning with suitcase in tow, a huge smile on her face at the sight of the lavish cabin. I squealed and ran to hug her, then Daddy took her into his arms for a long embrace.

Lacey looked amazing. She was just as busty and slim-waisted as me, but her ass was a little plumper and her dark hair was a little longer. She was nineteen, a year older than me, and we were best friends. I couldn't wait to catch up with her; she and I had ended up at different colleges in different states and hadn't seen each other since summer. We'd been practically inseparable since we were kids.

I'd always thought she was mesmerizingly beautiful. In fact, I thought, I sort of wish I could kiss her right now, and I don't mean on the cheek. I hadn't gotten the thought out of my head since the night before when Daddy had said "exactly." My mind had wandered to all sorts of places as I fell asleep. I wondered if Daddy wanted us to dyke out for him for Christmas, and I realized I was willing to if my sister was. I'd thought about her during those nights in my dorm room bed as well. I just hoped she'd let Daddy join us at some point.

I wondered if I should tell Lacey about what I'd done with our father the night before. The tittyfucking and cuntsucking and asslicking. After all, we'd never kept secrets from each other. But this was the kind of secret that could make me lose her forever, if she didn't approve. Daddy and I had committed incest. Hot, wet, cummy, yummy incest. I decided to play it by ear.

Daddy, Lacey and I spent the day trimming the tree and drinking very strong egg nog as snow fell in buckets outside. We sang Christmas carols, played cards, and wrapped gifts. We baked gingerbread cookies.

We then had an early dinner and polished off several bottles of wine. I noticed how Daddy kept checking me out every time Lacey looked the other way. He even sneaked a few tongue kisses and breast-squeezes when she went to the bathroom. It was nice, but I really wanted Daddy to bend me over the dining table and plunge his cock into my tight virgin cunt.

After dessert, it was Lacey who suggested we get in the hot tub. My pussy gushed at the memories from last night with Daddy. I couldn't believe it, because I loved my sister dearly, but I kind of wished she wasn't there at the cabin with Daddy and me. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to take his huge cock inside my cunt and give him my virginity. I even wanted him up my ass. How was I going to finagle that with my sister getting in the way?

I needn't have worried. Daddy had Lacey in his lap the second we got settled in the hot tub. He kissed her neck and kneaded her huge breasts as she looked at me in horror.

"Daddy...," my sister sputtered.

"Don't worry, Lacey dear. Your sister and I got to know each other last night."

I gaped at them, my nipples hardening as Daddy removed Lacey's bikini top and her enormous jugs — identical to mine — spilled out onto his chest. Daddy looked over at me.

"Sweetheart," he explained. "Lacey and I have been enjoying each other since she turned eighteen. No need to be modest about what we did last night."

"Oooh, what did you do, Daddy?" Lacey squealed. Daddy filled her in on our drunken incestuous exploits, leaving out no detail, even talking about how good my asshole tasted. She kissed his neck as he talked.

"Ooh, I remember the first time Daddy rimmed me," she said to me. "I had no idea what he was doing! I mean, I was a virgin. I'd never even been fingered or seen a dick before, and here my daddy had me bent over with his tongue up my ass!"

"You were a virgin?" I asked timidly. "Was Daddy your first?" I was jealous.

"Well...sort of," she said playfully, smiling at me. "Technically I'm still a virgin. Just not a butt virgin. Daddy's letting me keep my cherry for my husband someday. But in the meantime, he fucks me up the ass every chance he gets! It was so painful at first, but now I love it."

Daddy was smiling at me as she bounced her tits in his face. He gestured for me to come to him, so I moved across the tub and sat on his knee, the one not occupied by my gorgeous sister. Daddy pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back. I heard Lacey suck in her breath.

"I'm going to take your ass just like I took your sister's, darling," Daddy said to me between kisses. He stroked the small of my back. "It will hurt, and you will cry. Just like she did. But I will keep going, because you need to learn. I want you to enjoy yourself, but your first priority on this trip is pleasing Daddy. After the trip, too. From now on, your body belongs to me and I will use it as I please. I mean, I'm the one who pays for your college, right?"

I nodded. I'd already imagined having his big Daddy dick buried in my bottom. I had no idea what it would feel like, but I was dying to find out. I loved the way it felt when he penetrated my asshole with his tongue.

"Yes," he continued. "That's a good girl. Now take off your top." He punctuated his words by reaching around and sliding his hand down the back of my bikini bottom, then wiggling one finger up my tight virgin ass. I yelped and giggled, and when Lacey echoed my yelp, I realized Daddy had sunk a finger up her ass, too. I undid my top and let my breasts burst forth into Daddy's eager face.

It's time to have some fun, I thought. My huge tits jiggled prettily next to my sister's. Our father licked his lips greedily, taking in his daughters' ample assets, fingering our bottoms, anticipating what was to come.

*****

Lacey and I were in her room toweling off and eyeing each other's bodies. We'd just spent the last hour in the hot tub, sucking on each other's nipples and kissing Daddy as he teased our assholes with his probing fingers. We'd decided to take the party inside.

"You cool with all this, little sis?" she asked.

"Yes. I mean, I'm shocked. I can't believe you've been with him! I've wanted him forever and last night I finally gave in to it. We were so drunk."

"I suspected he had sexy plans for you, but I didn't know it was happening on this trip. I'm so glad it is. I wonder why he didn't take your ass last night? Maybe he wanted to wait for me to join." She laughed and snapped my naked ass with her towel. The thought made my cunt wet.

Stark naked, her huge breasts jutting proudly from her chest, Lacey unzipped her suitcase. "I brought lingerie. Plenty for you, too. Let's play dress-up for Daddy. Do you want red, black, or white?"




My Christmas Gift to Daddy



I chose white. A pair of six-inch heels, sheer stockings with lace at the thighs, a garter belt, a pair of crotchless panties, and a cupless corset that cinched my waist and made my 32Fs look even bigger. They rocketed from my chest like missiles.

I was dressing up as Daddy's virgin-slut tonight, so Lacey decided to do the opposite and be Daddy's little devil. She donned a sheer mesh pushup bra in red, a red thong, and black thigh-highs with black heels.

We sized each other up in the mirror. I was more interested in her body than I was in my own. She sensed as much, and pulled me into her arms. "How about a quick kissing practice?" she whispered. "To get you ready for Daddy?"

And so my busty older sister and I stood in front of the dresser and shared our first deep French kiss, running our hands intimately up and down each other's bodies. She squeezed my asscheeks as I fondled her breasts. She was an excellent kisser.

I can't believe I'm making out with my sister, I thought, and it was like she read my mind. "Oh, this is nothing," she whispered into my mouth. "Wait til you see what Daddy has us do to each other later," she said. I shivered and kept tongue-kissing my beautiful sister. I honestly couldn't wait to find out what Daddy wanted us to do together.

When we finally broke our kiss, Lacey produced a spool of thick red ribbon. She cut off a long length and turned me around, looping it around my waist and tying it in a bow at the small of my back.

I looked at myself backward in the mirror and realized what she'd done. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present, a bow right above my ass. I was about to give my father an early gift—my tight little virgin asshole. I'd never felt so nervous and excited at the same time.

Daddy was waiting for us in the living room, sitting naked on the sofa, his 10-inch monster already rock-hard in his hand. A fire roared before him and the Christmas tree twinkled. There was a fluffy white rug in front of the fireplace, and Daddy motioned for us to get comfortable on it.

"I sure do love my sweet daughters," he said. "Such good girls for Daddy. So much better for me than your mother ever was. You know why I cheated on her with that slutty big-titty secretary of mine? Because she wanted it up the ass. Your mother never did.

"Now, tell me, darlings. Do you want Daddy up the ass?"

Lacey nodded vehemently. "Yes, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Always! It's all I think about!"

I nodded, too, although more modestly. Daddy smirked. "Good girls," he said, looking at me. "You're gonna get it, believe me. But first, I want to see my beautiful daughters make love to each other. Lacey, please lay your sister down on the rug and munch out her cunt for Daddy. She tastes divine, I know from eating her out last night. Make her honey drip for me."

My heart pounded in my chest as Lacey and I turned to each other. We leaned in toward one another and shared a passionate tongue kiss, both os us sighing lustily at the taste of the other's lips. Lacey kept her soft, wet tongue swirling with mine even as she pushed me gently onto my back. My bare breasts were high as a shelf because of the cupless corset, and once I was on my back, they shot straight up toward the ceiling, capped with my swollen, rosy-pink nipples.

Lacey began trailing soft kisses down my face and to my neck, then made her way to my large pointed breasts. She sucked and drooled on my nipples for several moments before continuing down to my abdomen, opening my legs with her body as she moved further and further south. I looked over at Daddy. He was slowly jerking off with one hand and holding up his camera phone with the other. He was filming us!

I let my legs fall open like I'd done for my father the previous night. My sister licked her way wetly around my hairless mons and outer labia, getting my snatch nice and slobbery. Then, before I even knew what was happening, she parted my inner labia and buried her face in my sopping wet twat. She found my clit immediately and swirled her tongue around it expertly, even better than Daddy had done. Then she began to suck on it softly, and I emitted a long groan. It felt like she was masturbating me with a stick of butter, it was so soft. Daddy's face had been stubbly and rough; Lacey's was like silk against my creamy, drooling cunt.

My older sister ate my snatch with a level of skill I'd never experienced before. She lapped and sucked on my needy little clit, sliding two of her slender fingers in and out of my twat. I came twice on her tongue, practically screaming her name, telling her I was a fucking dyke for her, that I was in love with her, that she was my hot, naughty sister and I couldn't wait to eat her cunt.

I looked at Daddy as I came the second time, and he was masturbating furiously, still filming. He was looking at the camera screen rather than at us, like he was watching a porn film of his own gorgeous daughters dyking out. "Now sixty-nine," he commanded.  So Lacey moved her body around and positioned her tight little twat right above my face. Her panties were soaked through. I inhaled hungrily, taking in her delicious scent, pulling her panties aside to expose her gorgeous slit.

Soon I was licking her out just like she was licking me. We sixty-nined for several minutes, savoring each other's pussies and moaning like whores, just like Daddy wanted. The room filled with a cacophany of wet licking and smacking and sucking noises.

It wasn't long before our tongues found their way into each other's buttholes.

Lacey was first, rimming me gently to begin, then tongue-fucking me passionately. I followed suit soon after and took my first taste of my sister's asshole. It was intoxicatingly delicious. I couldn't help but suck on her anus in between tongue insertions. I felt like such a naughty girl.

 We made out with each other's bottoms, each groaning as we slobbered on the other's asshole, for what must've been a half hour. Then Daddy produced a lifelike rubber dildo and walked it over to Lacey. He spit all over it and handed it down to her. She promptly worked it inch-by-inch into my needy ass.

I screamed and let my face fall away from her butthole as she rammed the seven-inch rubber dong home. I tried to get away but she still had me locked in a sixty-nine. And she was on top.

I yelped in pain as my older sister buttfucked me thoroughly with the big dildo. She licked and munched on my cunt as she fucked my ass. I just kept screaming and blathering and taking the toy deep up my butt. Lacey knew exactly what she was doing. I wondered how many other girls she'd done this with.

Our father was still filming, only now he was moving in a circle around us, getting us from every angle. He held the camera with one hand and stroked his cock with the other one, occasionally reaching down to fondle his balls. He kept calling us his good, sweet little girls.

I didn't stop screaming until Daddy told Lacey to stop her assault on my butthole. I was momentarily relieved, until I realized he wasn't stopping because he was taking mercy on me. No, he told her to stop because it was his turn.

My father hauled me to my feet and pushed me to the couch, bending me over the armrest with my legs spread, pushing my face down into the cushion. Lacey remained on the floor, already plunging a different dildo in and out of her cunt as she watched our every move.

I listened as Daddy opened a container and something slopped out. Lube, I thought. He pulled on the bow Lacey had tied above my ass and I felt it fall away. Daddy was unwrapping his special gift.

"Merry Christmas to me," my father said thickly.

Daddy pressed the bulbous head of his monster dick against my little anus, then pushed his way past it. I screamed again, louder this time because he was bigger than the dildo, but my screams went unheeded. He just kept sliding that huge cock up my ass until I could feel his balls resting against my wet cunt.

Then the real pain started. My father began fucking my little ass in earnest. I thrashed and squirmed and begged him to stop, but my fighting just made him buttfuck me harder. "Got a little fight in you, yeah?" Daddy snarled. "Good. I like it when my sluts struggle."

My asshole kept stretching to accommodate my father's enormous prick, and after a few minutes, I felt some of the intense pain subside. I was getting used to it, relaxing into it as much as I could, as Daddy hammered away at my innocent ass. I bit my lip and waited for it to end.

Then, with a little pop, the pain slowly morphed into pure pleasure. I could feel Daddy's cock putting pressure on my g-spot as he fucked my ass. I didn't understand the mechanics of it, but I felt like I might cum again. Was that even possible?

I wanted to find out.

"Oh my God, Daddy. Yes," I gasped. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Give it to me good. It feels good." Daddy responded by grunting like an animal and pounding my bottom even harder, his balls slapping against my swollen clit.

He groaned and I knew he was close. Then I felt my father blast a huge load of cum deep up my ass. He gripped my hips and pumped his shaft in and out as load after hot load of jizz coated my insides.

When he was done, he slapped me hard on the ass and barked at Lacey. "Get over here, slut. Eat my cum out of your sister's ass. Do it like your college tuition depends on it."

Lacey did as she was told, and it felt amazing. She was an expert at rimming and I wondered how many other people she'd done it to. Had she licked Daddy's asshole? Would Daddy be making me do that, too? I hoped so. I imagined cupping his balls while I licked out his butthole.

Lacey finished with a slurp and the three of us collapsed naked on the couch, Daddy between us. He put an arm around each of us and fondled our tits as he took turns kissing us deep. When Daddy's cock recovered and grew hard again, he pulled Lacey on top of him and brought her asshole down on his cock. I fingered myself as she squealed and rode him.

*****

We got snowed in that night. We never did get to go skiing on that trip. We did, however, find plenty of other things to do. Most of which included Daddy buttfucking my sister and me until we couldn't walk.

Who needs to walk when you have your strong daddy to carry you? It was a Christmas to remember.



My Christmas Present



Christmas was just around the corner and my niece, Cindy, was going to spend the holidays with my wife and me. Cindy's parents, my older brother and his wife, were off on an extended cruise and Cindy asked if she could spend Christmas with us rather than go away or end up at a friend's house out of pity for being alone during the busy holiday season. Cindy was technically my niece but at 22 years of age she was only about 15 years younger than me as I was a late addition to my parent's plans for retirement. I always liked Cindy. She was energetic, had a good sense of humour and best of all she had a hot body. I watched her grow up and I often wondered what sort of playful vixen she might be if you ever got her into the sack or behind a closed door. Cindy like to tease and flash you a quick look up her skirt but she never openly became suggestive or took the teasing too far.

Cindy arrived two days before Christmas and we spent the first evening just talking about life and catching up on the past couple of years. We hadn't seen Cindy for a while and I was amazed to see that she had really matured in her looks and in her personality. She was older, wiser and if truth be known hotter than I remembered. I found it difficult to keep my eyes from wandering down her bare legs and up her short skirt. My wife noticed my distraction and playfully slapped my arm telling me to behave. The girls both laughed and I turned a light shade of red. The early evening was filled with quiet talking, a few drinks and lots of laughter. Later in the evening we all felt a little drunk and the talk became more suggestive and sexually open.

"Tell me Cindy", my wife asked, "are you seeing anyone special these days?"

"No one special but I am dating this guy who works across the hall from me."

My wife was definitely feeling frisky because she asked, "Has he got a nice cock?"

I almost choked on my drink and Cindy started to laugh and smile brightly. "Yes Aunt May his cock is wonderful. It's long, fat and smooth and I love to hold it in my hand."

"I hope you do more than just hold it", replied my wife. I was totally stunned by this exchange. May is sexually aggressive and I have seen her open and bold before but not with a relative. We have a great sex life and she likes to fantasise about being my neighbour's daughter or a young nurse in the doctor's office and I seduce her taking advantage of her 'innocence' but she also likes to be the one calling the shots. I watched as May openly looked deep into Cindy's eyes and asked, "What is your favourite part of sex. What gets you excited and horny?"

Not missing a beat Cindy said, "I love oral sex, I love having my pussy licked and sucking cock. Fucking is great too don't get me wrong but having a nice hard cock in my mouth is as close to heaven as you can get and still be alive."

Sucking cock is also one of May's favourite things too and I have never had a bad or better blow job than when my cock is between her lips. May also liked to have her pussy licked and I was only too happy to oblige. Her pussy was full, completely shaved and she flowed like a river. To say that May got wet would be like saying the Atlantic Ocean was a small fishing hole. When I finished bringing her to orgasm with my tongue my face would glisten from forehead to chin with pure delicious pussy juice. When she came I would press my open mouth to her wet and flowing cunt drinking in every drop that seeped from her wonderful pussy.

I didn't want the conversation to stop but I thought that things may get out of hand and then what would happen. If anything did then how awkward would it be afterwards, I just couldn't let that happen. "Ok ladies I think that it being Christmas we should change the subject or play a game. What do you think?" Did I sound desperate? I hope not, I really wanted to see where things would go but, after all Cindy was my niece and my brother would kill me if he found out.

Both women called me a prude and a party pooper but we let things alone and put on my favourite version of A Christmas Carol and afterwards we called it a night.

When we were alone in bed my wife said, "You seemed a little uncomfortable with the conversation tonight. I hope you aren't becoming a prude. Why were you so eager to change the subject? I saw how you were looking at her, just like a hungry lion sizing up his prey. What's up with you?

"I was really starting to enjoy it but then I thought what if it went beyond just talk, what if things go out of control and something happened. I didn't want the rest of Cindy's stay to be uncomfortable or to have her leave and not speak to me anymore.

"Would it have been so bad if something had happened? I mean she is an adult and capable of making her own decisions."

May and I have, on occasion, brought another woman into bed with us. May is bi and loves to see another woman sucking on my cock as she looks up from between the woman's thighs with her mouth pressed against her pussy. It was then that I realised that May wanted Cindy and she wanted me to want her too.

"May, she's my niece. I can't take advantage of her no matter how good it might be." May just looked at me and she snuggled in close and we both fell asleep.

After breakfast the next day I had some errands to run and would be gone for most of the morning. The two women wished me well and off I went.

"Aunt May", Cindy said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course dear", May replied.

"Is Uncle Chris mad at me?"

"Good god girl whatever gave you that idea?"

"Well it was last night and the way he changed the conversation and tried to make out as if it was wrong. I don't think we did anything bad. Do you?"

May came over and took Cindy in her arms giving her a big hug. "Chris isn't mad at all. As a matter of fact I know that he really wanted to keep things going last night but he chickened out because he thought you may end up mad at him."

"I could never be mad at him. Did you know I have had a crush on him ever since I was about 15 years old? You two had been married for a couple of years and I spied you doing it in the woods at the summer cottage. Ever since then I have had this lingering desire that Uncle Chris would fuck me in the woods."

May smiled as they sat at the table sipping their morning coffee. "I want to let you in on a little secret", May said, "Your uncle would do you in a heartbeat if I say the word. You would be surprised at what your uncle would do if I give the ok. He may seem like the strong in control type but in the bedroom I'm the one who controls what happens, with whom and with what. Having a third person to play with is something we both enjoy."

Cindy look at her aunt and then she said, "Aunt May, would you and Uncle Chris like to play with me? I only ask because I really want to play with you, both of you. I will do anything you want, all you have to do is ask me or tell me and I'll do it."

"Chris won't be back for a while so let's see how you hold up when it's just me."

They went to the living room and May opened her tight leather top to reveal her perky tits and erect nipples.

"Get naked", said May in a firm voice and Cindy quickly removed her robe. She was naked underneath and May took in her trim young figure. May was still a sensual woman with a firm and full body and Cindy was a hot and voluptuous and erotic young woman approaching her thirties. Together they were a stunning duo who any man would gladly want for his very own pleasures. 

May stroked Cindy's back and rested her hand on her round and perfect backside. She continued to explore Cindy's body with her hand and her eyes.May wanted to warm those sweet bum cheeks with a few firm hand slaps and she dug her nails into Cindy's ass to see how she would respond.

Cindy flinched but she said "Do it Aunt May, smack my ass."

May didn't waste another second she raised her hand and gave Cindy five quick but hard slaps on each cheek. Cindy moaned in pleasure and moved her ass to encourage May to do more.

May led her in to the bedroom and slowly removed her leather outfit. Underneath she wore only a tiny thong which she left on as a tease. "Now Cindy, I want to make it quite plain and clear, you do not have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. So tell me now whether you want to stay or go."

"I want to stay, Aunt May. I want to feel your touch and I want to do the same to you."

"Tell me Cindy, what do you want to do to me?"

Cindy turned slightly red and said, "I want to lick your pussy and taste you. I would love to make you cum with my mouth."

May smiled, "And so you will my dear but first I'm going to have a little fun and make you feel all warm and wet. Have you ever had sex with another woman before?"

"Once", admitted Cindy. "A girlfriend and I went on a holiday together and we ended up drunk one night and we sort of ended up in bed together. I really enjoyed it but she felt odd the next day so it was just the one night."

"Well it won't be just the one time with me", said May. "As a matter of fact I think you will make a very nice Christmas present for your Uncle Chris. But I need to know what kind of a gift you will make", and May had Cindy lay down on the bed with her legs opened wide. Cindy had a wonderful shaved pussy that May wanted to taste right away.

She dropped to her knees and gently let her fingers open and pinch Cindy's pussy lips. She found her clit and massaged it until it stood erect and firm like a mini cock. Cindy started to squirm and her pussy became wet and ready for May's tongue. May bent down and ran her tongue around but not in her inflamed cunt. The teasing was almost too much for Cindy to handle.

"Oh Aunt May don't tease me. Shove that tongue inside my pussy and make me cum."

Cindy wasn't ready to let her off that easy and she continued to flick her tongue across Cindy's swollen and wet pussy. Using her fingers she opened her lips and probed her inner canal as she took her clit between her lips. Cindy jumped at the sensation and tried to grab May by the head to hold her between her flaming thighs.

May ignored her hands and sucked Cindy's pussy lips into her mouth. Cindy was beyond control and she began to shake as mini orgasms wracked her body. Each one built upon the last and before she knew it she screamed out as a full body tremor shook her and her orgasm nearly made her pass out.

"Did that bring back memories of your one time on holiday?"

Cindy lay with her arm across her eyes but her legs still spread wide. "My one timer was nothing like this", she said. "My pussy is still on fire and I think I'll die if I try to move."

May said, "Well you better move because Chris will be home any second and I know he would want to join in but I've got a plan for a nice Christmas surprise. Get dressed and we'll talk it over as we get lunch."

The rest of the day was spent preparing for supper and a nice evening around the Christmas tree. May and Cindy worked on setting the table and putting final touches to the tree. Chris was busy in the kitchen getting the meal ready and he would chase the women out if they tried to interfere or got in his way. About an hour before supper the women disappeared upstairs to get ready. May wanted Cindy alone so she could dress her in the special Christmas wrap she had in mind. She was saving this little outfit for a special occasion and tonight was just the time to use it. Cindy stripped off and May handed her the ensemble. "Here, put this on. Chris will love seeing you in this and nothing else."

"He likes this sort of thing?"

"Sweetie, you have no idea what this sort of thing does to him. The only thing that may get him harder is if he was wearing it."

Cindy couldn't keep the shock off her face. "Wearing it?" she asked questioningly.

"Oh yes my dear, your uncle has it bad for a sexy pair of panties. He isn't gay but I know he is definitely bi. We're going have fun tonight and I'll show you how much he likes this sort of thing."

Cindy finished putting on the sexy outfit and stood there modeling it for May's critique.

"If Uncle Chris likes panties so much, why am I not wearing any?"

"I've kept them for me. If he wants to see the whole outfit then he will need to include me in the unwrapping." 

They finished dressing but made sure that their special wrapping was not visible and headed down to join Chris in the kitchen.

"Don't you both look lovely", commented Chris. "I feel like a street bum next to you two."

"My, my" said May, "You are really laying it on thick. Do you have some motive in mind for being so flattering?"

"The only thing I have in mind is a nice meal, a nice drink after supper and a nice evening with my two favourite women in the world."

Cindy blushed slightly and May said "Maybe we can unwrap a present tonight. It might be fun to get a head start on Christmas."

Forgetting that Cindy was there Chris said, "Baby I'll unwrap you any night of the year." He suddenly realised what he said and stammered, "Oh Cindy I'm sorry I forgot you were standing right there."

Cindy smiled and replied, "That's ok Uncle Chris, I like to see fine things opened at Christmas."

Chris looked at her, smiled weakly and turned to May who simply said, "Who knows maybe Santa has something special under the tree."

The conversation during dinner was pleasant but uneventful. Soon they adjourned to the living room and Chris served coffee and placed a tray of small simple squares and cookies on a side table. He then sat on the sofa next to May and pulled her close beside him. "So what shall we talk about or would you like to play a game or do something else?"

"Well", said May, "I think we should consider opening a Christmas gift." May then let her hand fall between Chris' thighs and rest lightly on his cock. "I think that Cindy should start. Why don't you pick a present and start things off."

Cindy went to the tree and bent over as if searching for an interesting looking package but in reality she was giving Chris and May a little look at her naked backside.

May pretended not to notice as she looked at Chris to see his reaction. He was frozen in time just staring at Cindy's exposed ass and the hint of her shaved and excited pussy. May could feel his cock growing harder and she instinctively gave it a little squeeze. Chris regained his composure, looked intently at May and gave her a little kiss on the lips.

Cindy found a present and returned to her seat. "Why don't you get one too?" she asked May. "It will be more fun if we both open the together."

May went to the tree and returned with a small box that she suspected contained a nice piece of jewellery. "Ok are you ready? There is time to stop and not do this."

Completely misunderstanding, Chris said "Come on May it's just a couple of little gifts."

Cindy nodded her agreement and together they opened their presents. As she suspected May's gift was a nice bracelet while Cindy's present was a new robe. "That's a lovely robe", said Cindy. "You should try it on." Cindy, sensing her plan went to her room and quickly shed her outer clothes and put on the robe. She felt excite and nervous at the same time but she really wanted to surprise Chris with herself as his early Christmas gift. Returning to the living room she did a small pirouette showing off the new robe.

"Very nice and it looks warm" said May.

Cindy remained standing and May said to Chris, "Now it's time for you to unwrap your present." Chris made to go to the tree but Cindy stepped in front of him and handed him the ends of the loose sash holding the robe closed. Chris look a little confused but May removed all doubts as she stood and began to undress. Chris pulled slowly on the sash and the robe fell open revealing the sexy lingerie that clung to Cindy's luscious body. He looked intently at Cindy's shaved pussy and asked, "Shouldn't there be a pair of panties to go with this? Not that I'm complaining you understand. I think that it look great this way too."

May finished stripping of her clothes and said, "I kept the panties for myself so you wouldn't forget me as you play with your new present."

Chris was like a kid in a candy store. He wanted it all but didn't know where to begin. May took over and helped Cindy remove her robe. Looking at Cindy she said, "You know it's not fair that we are almost naked and he is still dressed."

"You are so right", said Cindy and she started to unbutton Chris' shirt while May worked on removing his pants.

Chris felt helpless but very excited about what was happening. He allowed himself to be totally under their control, at least for now, and he could hardly wait to see what would happen next.

As May pulled his pants down, his cock pressed hard against his boxers. She reached up through the leg hole and played with his smooth shaven balls. Cindy saw this and she hurriedly finished removing the shirt and joined May in front of Chris's hard cock. She helped him step out of his pants and then she gripped the sides of the boxers and started to pull them down his thighs. May removed her hand allowing Cindy to take off the boxers and free Chris' lovely manhood. 

Cindy reached out and took his cock in her hand. She loved the feel of a man's cock, to hold it, to stroke it and feel its firm but soft texture. She especially liked a shaved cock and Chris had a wonderful specimen of delicious man meat.

May watched as Cindy played with his cock and she whispered encouraging little phrases into her ear. "Squeeze it and feel how smooth it is. Cup his balls and see how they feel as you roll them around in your hand. He has a lovely cock don't you think? Try sucking it. I know you want to suck it." Cindy obeyed and wrapped her lips around the head of Chris' throbbing hard cock. She kept her hand on his balls and continued to massage them as she sucked on the fat tasty cock in her mouth.

"Yes suck my cock", said Chris. "Do you like sucking your uncle's cock? Does it make your pussy wet to suck on my cock? Oh Cindy your mouth is so wet and warm I just want to cum in your mouth and spray your face with cum." 

"Not so fast big boy", said May. "I promised her a good fucking and that's exactly what you're going to do. If you have anything left after that then it's my turn and then maybe I'll let you cum in her mouth." Reluctantly Cindy stopped sucking as May gently pulled her away and had her bend over to show Chris her wet and willing pussy. "Do you like her cunt Chris; do you want to slip your cock into your niece's wet cunt?"

"I want to taste her first" and he buried his face in her wet snatch. Cindy held her ass cheeks apart giving Chris easy access to her cunt and asshole. She loved having her ass licked and Chris shoved his tongue deep into her little puckered backdoor. Cindy cried out in pure ecstasy as several mini orgasms caused her clit to pulse and throb with pleasure. Chris loved the taste of her wet holes and he swallowed every drop of pussy juice that flowed from between Cindy's thighs.

Meanwhile May wedged her head under Chris' cock and began to suck and nibble on his balls. She took each testicle in her mouth and ran her tongue over, in between and around his smooth nut sack.

Chris continued to lick Cindy's delicious pussy as May brought him close to heaven sucking on his balls. Sensing that Chris could lose control and cum before her plans to have him fuck Cindy, May adjusted her attention and ran her tongue along his cock. While this still made Chris' cock tingle it was enough to stop the immediate urge to let his cum fly. Besides she had to take charge of things before both Cindy and Chris lost any sense of self control.

May slid out from under Chris's cock just as Cindy yelled out in the unmistakeable sounds of a woman in full orgasm. Her pussy exploded in waves of pulsating pleasure as Chris pressed his face firmly between her thighs to drink in every wet drop of her cum. Just as well, thought May, Chris needs a couple of minutes before I let him slip his cock into that tasty hole.




My Christmas Present



Chris though had other plans and he tossed Cindy on the sofa so her legs were splayed and her pussy open to his cock. Forcefully he placed his cock between the lips of her still pulsing cunt and shoved himself fully into her. Cindy was still reeling from her orgasm but she accepted his cock willingly.

Chris began to fuck her cunt with long fast thrusts taking his cock to the very edge of her pussy and then shoving it fully in until his balls slapped against Cindy's ass.

May could only watch as Chris pounded Cindy's pussy. She saw his hard, blood filled cock slid rapidly in and out of Cindy's sopping wet hole. She knew that neither of them would last much longer and she slipped her hand between her own thighs to play with her pussy. Chris' eyes were closed which meant that it wouldn't be much longer before he was filling Cindy's pussy with sperm. May was close to bringing herself to orgasm and she wanted to time it so that they could all cum together. Cindy's head was rolling from side to side and she had her hands on her breasts squeezing her nipples tightly with her fingers.

With one final thrust Chris buried his cock and came. Cindy could feel his hot sperm splash the inside of her cunt and she loved the sensation of the sticky liquid filling her inside. Chris allowed his cock to soften before pulling out of her pussy and May watched as cum leaked from her still pulsing cunt lips. Dipping her head, May let her tongue rest between the folds of Cindy's pussy and she slowly lapped up the sperm that had collected in the crack of her ass.

For a long while no one spoke of moved. Eventually everyone went into the Master bedroom and climbed into the king size bed. Chris was thrilled to have a beautiful woman resting on each arm and they drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.

As visions of sugar plums danced in their heads they all knew that there were still a lot of gifts to unwrap and play with on Christmas day.



My Christmas Surprise



Let me start off with a little bit of history of this encounter. I have been bi-curious for quite some time but too afraid to ever act upon it and my husband is secure enough in our marriage to encourage my fantasy as long as he is not left out. With that let's begin my awakening.....

My husband called me on my cell and said he had to work late this night and had no idea when he would be home, so I decided to have a pre- Christmas cheer girls night out with my two best friends Trish and Leslie. Let me describe them to you before we go on.

Trish gets all the guys she is 5'3", long black hair, very perky breasts and a very nice small tight ass, and Leslie gets her fair share too, she is 5'10", long wavy sandy blond hair, big breasts and a plump ass. As for me, well I am a brunette who is 4'11" with small but firm breasts and a plump ass. 

Anyway, since it was snowing out, I took a taxi to meet my friends at this new establishment in town that was having a Christmas Grand Opening. When we walked in, the place had lights and tinsel all over the place. We walked in and went to a quiet corner of the bar and had a few drinks. After a couple of drinks I called my husband to see how his night was going, he informed me he still had no idea when he would be getting off and to enjoy my night.

The place was packed and to my surprise they were all women. Everyone who was dancing on the floor seemed to have no problem touching anybody and everybody everywhere while they danced. It sort of reminded me of a Roman Orgy. My friends and I had a few more drinks under our belt to get our courage up then decided we wanted to go out on the floor too.

At first the three of us were on the edge of the dance floor and people started to slyly make little advances like brushing up against us and letting their hands slip across our ass. I was a little shocked at first, but thought no harm in simple touching as long as that was all it was and outside of my clothing.

When the touching was not rebuked, the advances became more and we were being moved further onto the dance floor. This place was like none I have ever been to before or found since. Drinks were being brought to you on the dance floor while you danced. Before I knew it the three of us had hands all over us, up our skirts and over our breasts.

We heard a woman say to the crowd that new bodies were up for the grabbing. I felt a woman's hand slide under my skirt and stroke my pussy over my thong, and I heard Trish gasp as she had a strangers hand in her shirt. Leslie who was usually the quiet shy type seemed to come out of her shell she was all over a complete stranger with one hand in the pants of this woman rubbing her pussy and the other grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

I couldn't take my eyes off Leslie, I was quite shocked to see her new behavior. We danced and drank some more on the floor which seemed to last hours until I was so hot and bothered by all the touching and groping that I wanted to go home and make love to my husband and told the girls it's time to go. 

We grabbed a taxi for our journey home. On the way Trish and Leslie were still in the moment and wanted to play more, Trish and Leslie started to kiss. Lips at first then they were tonguing each other with both grabbing each others breasts.

When they stopped, Leslie looked at Trish and said that they could not leave me out of the fun. They had a virgin in the car that needed breaking.

As I started to protest, Leslie kissed me deep and long, while Trish started to let her hands slither up my skirt. I was startled and wasn't sure about letting this go on because I had never been with a woman, but I liked what I was feeling and let them touch me. Leslie suggested that we get some wine and go back to my place for a night cap. We all agreed. 

When we got back to my place, my husband was still not home. I tried not to act like a ninny and poured three glasses of wine. Trish started to play some sultry music on the stereo while Leslie was re-arranging some of the furniture in the living room with couch cushions and blankets thrown on the floor.

I was feeling a little antsy and I excused myself to the little girls room and called my husband to see when he would get home. He told me not for awhile yet and to enjoy my company. I went back down stairs to find Leslie and Trish already lying on the cushions kissing and caressing each other. When they saw me they stopped and motioned for me to join them. I told them that I was okay and to go on with what they were doing and I would just sit back and watch.

They shrugged their shoulders and went back to what they were doing. Leslie and Trish were kissing each other with their hands slowly exploring each others bodies. Leslie was removing Trish's shirt and bra and moving slowly taking in Trish's whole nipple and areola into her mouth and sucking and then taking her teeth to nip her nipple. Trish was letting out low ecstasy groans and her hands were pushing up Leslie's skirt and finding their way into her panties one finger at a time. 

It almost looked like a beautiful well rehearsed dance. I was so engrossed with what they were doing that I couldn't take my eyes off them. As this was going on, I did not realize my hands were finding their mark on me as I watched. I had already slid one had into my bra and was pinching my nipple while I was sucking and nibbling on the other hand.

Leslie and Trish were still exploring each other now fully undressed when they stopped, looked at me and rose off the cushions. Each grabbed a hand and gently pulled me to the cushions. I started to protest and they told me to hush and let it happen, I just might like it.

As I sat on the cushions, Leslie started to kiss me on the lips and work her way down to my neck, nipping with her teeth at the base where my neck and shoulders meet. I was getting goose bumps and a tingling sensation through out my body and "oh how good it felt" . Trish on the other hand was working her way up. She had removed my stilettos and was slowly licking and sucking each little toe on my feet with one hand massaging my thigh. I was amazed at the feelings I was getting. My pussy was now starting to swell in my panties and I could feel a wet spot start. Trish noticed this too and winked at Leslie.

Leslie had undone and removed my shirt and bra with such ease I barely noticed that they were off. She was now working her mouth down my shoulder to find my swollen breast wanting to be tasted, while Trish was now licking up my leg giving little nips here and there to remind me where she was going. All of a sudden I felt like we were being watched and when I looked up, my husband was sitting in an arm chair in the corner of the room with a Santa's hat on watching the activities. His hand rubbing his cock through his pants. When I went to stop, he said please don't, I've been waiting for this all night.

I looked surprised, and when Leslie and Trish saw my look they went back to what they were doing to distract me. Leslie told me to lay back and let them do the work. Trish was slowly pulling off my thong and licking my bikini line. I jerked a little, not sure how far I wanted to go with this, but then I felt the heat of her breath on my pussy and my body took over. 

I instinctively started to move my hips left and right so her tongue would find my clit. I heard her chuckle ever so slightly and then she would barely let her tongue brush across my clit. I found myself moving my hips more and more trying to match her, but she kept on avoiding my engorged pearl. I found myself getting impatient and just wanting her tongue to engulf my pussy. She stopped with her tongue and sat up on her legs and started to let her fingers explore me. I felt her rub a finger on my clit and I felt it getting rock hard.

Her other hand was trailing inside my lips and I could feel one finger enter my pussy and start rubbing my "G" spot and when she saw how wet I had become, she gave a little giggle of pleasure and then I felt her thrust in two fingers into my aching pussy. I swear fireworks went off inside me. I found my hips arching up to meet her thrusts. After a few moments, she took out her fingers and started to lick off my juices telling me how tasty I was and she wanted more of me. She now bent over me and was hungrily eating my awaiting pussy. 

With her ass up in the air, I heard my husband saying Ho Ho Ho and start to move over to the group. He asked if he could join in the merry festivities and all that he received was a lot of muffled uh huh's. He removed his clothes (but left the hat on) and got down on all fours.

His clean shaven cock was already rock hard and I could feel him drip on my leg as he started too work his way over to Trish. He started to lick her ass-hole with his tongue and then he fucked her ass with it while his fingers were fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Trish was letting out groans of pleasure and seemed about ready to explode. She stopped eating my pussy and suggested in a low voice that it was time to change positions and she turned around and started to suck my husbands cock.

She started very slowly at the tip and lapped up his juices with her flicking tongue and sucking just the head of his cock into her mouth. He moaned in ecstasy at her touch. He rocked back onto his haunches as she then worked her way down his shaft until she got to his balls.

She gently licked and sucked each one very tenderly rolling them around in her mouth. She began working her way down further to that little stretch of skin between his balls and ass and was flicking and prodding her tongue back and forth, up and down. My husband was now aching to thrust his cock deep inside my pussy and stopped Trish from going any further.

As Trish and my husband were busy, Leslie was on her knees bending over me grabbing and sucking at my breasts and working her way downwards . My breasts seemed more alert and my nipples hard as they were responding to her touches. She seemed to be moving ever so slowly down the front of me now kissing my stomach and tonguing my navel. When I opened my eyes I saw her wet shaven pussy directly over my face. Her pussy looked beautiful.

It was swollen, with her clit just protruding between the lips and I could see it glistening in the light. I was so in the moment, that I forgot that they were women and let my tongue flick once upon her clit to taste her. She tasted sweet and all of a sudden I had to have more of her. Instantly her lips swelled and her clit was like a flag that had just been raised.

I started to let my tongue investigate this new terrain more intensely. Leslie let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure. I was amazed at how my mouth and hands seemed to know what to do and what spots needed tending. I flicked my tongue more vigorously over her clit and was sucking in her lips into my waiting mouth. My hands were spreading her lips and my tongue was probing into her sweet spot and I was fucking her with my tongue. She was now grinding her dripping pussy on my face.

Her juices were running down the side of my face as I could not lap her up quick enough. I thought I would try to shock her a little and with my middle finger I was now tracing her nice and tight ass-hole. She started moving back a little, so my finger would enter in further. I licked her ass a little to lubricate it and let my finger go in. She was now rocking back and forth as my tongue was fucking her pussy and my finger was fucking her ass. Her body was arching to my touches. I was exhilarated that I could make her feel this good. 

We all seemed on the brink of cumming and I suggested that my husband come over and let me feel his hard cock thrust deep inside of me and let me feel his juices overflow out of me. I laid on my side and raised my right leg for him to come and enter me from the side. I wanted to see him thrusting in and out of me.

I love watching my pussy lips engulfing his cock and watching my juices glisten and make it shine. I thought Trish and Leslie would take care of each other, but that was not to happen. As my husband was pumping into me, Leslie came over and got down on all fours with her ass in the air and started to lick my pussy from an angle.

Trish came up to Leslie and started eating her pussy from an angle and it turned out that we had made a circle and Trish's pussy was right next to me. I didn't want her to be left out and I just had to taste her too, I started to lick and suck at her pussy. We were all in such a frenzy that we ate and lapped and fucked each other like we were in a pie eating contest. I couldn't believe the sensations my body was having. 

I was out of my mind with the feeling of a hot wet tongue flicking over my clit while my husband was pumping deep inside of me and I was tasting one of my best friends juices. I started to moan as I was cumming and that seemed to set off a chain reaction. Leslie, Trish and my husband started to cum too.

All our bodies clinched and shook with such emotion, that we all collapsed in a heap under the mistletoe. After laying there for awhile, all our bodies still entwined, my husband looked at me and asked how did I like my Pre-Christmas present. I replied that it was great and could we do it again some time.

My husband, Trish and Leslie all laughed and said of course. Looking up at the mistletoe, we all giggled and each of us gave the other a long deep penetrating kiss to the other. My husband then looked at the other two and thanked his elves for helping set this up for me. They replied that they enjoyed this present too. 



My Christmas Surprise



"A year ago, I wrote 'My Birthday Surprise' totally on a whim. Despite it not being planned out, and even taking forever to finish the very last part, I feel like it's my most appreciated piece. I thank everyone who's read, favorited and positively commented on that story. Here I am a year later, with what I truly hope is a suitable sequel. Happy Holidays!"

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A quiet flurry of snowflakes danced across my window seat as I stared out into the winter darkness. My eyes made out the faded outlines of tall trees and highway signs all covered in a thin blanket of fresh, powdery snow. The road itself was fairly clear of ice, so I felt safe and relaxed inside my parent's spacious SUV.

We had been driving for nearly two hours non-stop since filling up on gas halfway, and still had another hour to go. Personally, I didn't mind, not having seen my family much over my first few months away at college. The trip had been full of laughs and catching up until half the occupants fell asleep. 

My mom had her hands firmly on the wheel, her eyes concentrated on the seemingly endless highway before us. Dad had fallen asleep in the front passenger seat moments ago. To my amusement, I could hear his unique snoring/breathing combo from the opposite side of the back.

It wasn't just him that was lulled by the smooth, comfortable ride either. In the back with me was Brynn, my dorm roommate and new best friend. She'd been catching some zzz's since my folks traded off the wheel at our previous stop. Brynn laid on the right side of her body cozy against the window, still dressed in a red/black, long-sleeve flannel and grey winter vest to keep her warm. A pair of black Steve Madden combat boots were discarded on the floor of the vehicle, her long legs dressed in casual sweatpants planted on the middle seat between us. The closest part of Brynn's young body to me were her feet in cheerful red Christmas socks. 

I was honestly quite surprised my dad was asleep considering a cute girl sat behind him with her narrow feet outstretched far enough that he'd be able to see. It seriously didn't seem like six months ago that I had caught him at the foot of my bed, robustly smelling my just-turned 18 year old feet. Not much had honestly happened since that fateful day. Being aware of it after that incident, I came to notice the little things my dad did to suggest he was into feet; massaging my mom's feet whenever asked (and mine too), taking interest in movie/tv actress's feet, and so on. We'd agreed not to mention this to mom whatsoever, and I was cool with that. 

"Six months huh?" I thought, still trying to wrap my brain around that.

A lot has changed over the course of those short months in other ways. Sure I was technically only 18 and a half now, but frankly I felt older, more mature. My body had developed slightly since summer; bigger bra size, stronger legs, and overall a more womanly figure. Evidently, I'm a bit of a late bloomer. 

As I stared outside again, another green sign confirmed that we were still an hour away from home. College for Brynn and I was six hours away from where I had grown up my entire life. Making it back was hard, and thus I had only made it for Thanksgiving and now for Christmas break. My parents came up to visit me once in September, taking me to a football game and out for a nice dinner. It was also when they got to meet Brynn for the first time. Boy, did they absolutely love her.

I took a second look over at my roommate, amused at just how adorable she looked sleeping like that. In all seriousness, I couldn't help but feel blessed she'd been assigned to me off all the freshman girls on campus. Fun to be around, Brynn also had the similar music and fashion tastes. Cleanliness was sometimes an issue between (me being the clean freak and her being a bit of a slob), however, I'm pleased to say we dealt with it like adults. Unfortunately, we couldn't always engage in stereotypical, girly clothes sharing. Though we were both rather skinny, Brynn was taller than me. It was impossible for us to share cute shoes, since I wore a size 6.5 (a 7 was a bit of stretch) and she wore a big-ass size 10. I constantly teased her about being "bigfoot", knowing well that I simply had dainty little feet. Still, I felt more shoes stores carried my sizes compared to hers, and that certainly proved to be a plus. 

A natural brunette with blonde highlights, Brynn's hair and face were obscured by her black stocking cap. Only her button nose and rosey-red lips could be seen. She breathed lightly, her sleep apparently peaceful. I somewhat envied her ability to pass out anytime she wanted, regardless of how much coursework she needed to complete. 

"Abbie? Are you still awake dear?" I heard my mother call softly from the front.

"Yeah mom, can't sleep," I answered back, shifting my gaze towards her. 

"I swear your father could have slept through this even if it were a blizzard," she joked about the weather. "Seems like Brynn has the same idea."

I smiled. "Sure you haven't been lying to me all these years about not having a sister?"

"Unless he's messing around behind my back," she nudged dad softly, "yes, I'm quite sure you don't have any siblings out there. Sorry."

"It's all good," I replied, having long accepted the role of an only child. 

Mom chuckled. "Brynn would have fit right in with this family," she admitted. 

"Very true," I thought to myself. Though we were friends, Brynn didn't necessarily talk about her family too much. I knew she had an older brother, as I'd jokingly asked once if he was cute and single (both were no's), and unfortunately her parents were divorced. Perhaps for that reason, she'd begged to come back home with me for the holidays. With a little convincing from both our folks, Brynn was allowed to spend all of break with me. Of course, we jumped around our dorm room in delight when her mom finally caved. Brynn also knocked over a lamp during our happy little celebration, oopsie. 

When we finally arrived home an hour later, I was the first to yell out "Home Sweet Home!" much to the chagrin of my still-tired father. I helped Brynn get her stuff up to my bedroom, where she'd be staying for the next two weeks or so. It was nearly midnight by then, so we quickly set up an inflatable mattress my parents provided for her to sleep on. It was as we changed into our pj's that I took a subtle glance while Brynn removed her Christmas socks. As mentioned, she had bigger, longer feet than I do, yet still very pretty and feminine. Her toes were painted firetruck red, a snowflake design on the big toes. Mine were unpainted at that time, though I had every intention of having Brynn paint them. I felt she did a better job overall than I ever could.

"Here I go again, thinking about feet," I caught myself.

This had happened when I saw my dad earlier in the semester. Maybe I was worried he'd be attracted to Brynn's feet? She'd been wearing Sperry's that day, so he never got a chance to see them. 

"Worried, or embarrassed?" I wondered to myself.

Sure, I had enjoyed our very unusual daddy-daughter bonding time, but that didn't mean I wasn't without my questions and concerns. Not talking about it at all since then left me very unsure about everything, including what exactly he looked for in terms of women's feet. 

"Hopefully not your daughter's college roommate," I worried, still keeping to myself. 

"Abbie, something interesting about my foot?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing I'd been staring at Brynn's bare feet the entire time I'd be inside of my own head. 

"Sorry, just tired and dozing off," I attempted to sound as such. "Want to use the bathroom first, since you're my welcomed guest?"

Brynn laughed, her low, pleasant voice echoing throughout my small room. "I'd be honored. Which way?"

"Two doors down to the left, can't miss it Your Highness," I teased.

Brynn curtsied for me before slipping her round ass out the door to brush her teeth. I shook my previous thoughts away, instead deciding what we'd be doing tomorrow. Hit up the local mall? See a movie? Introduce her to Grandma Jody and her famous Christmas cookies? All sounded so tempting, which made me glad we had all of break to do all those things and more. For now, the bed I've missed all these months was beckoning me. I was asleep before Brynn returned from the bathroom.. 

Christmas Eve came before I was truly prepared for it. I still hadn't bought a gift for dad, the hardest person to buy for on my list. Brynn and I went out last-minute Christmas shopping for him, determined to find "the perfect dad gift" as Brynn put it.

"What did you get him last year?" she asked, as we walked through a busy mall. 

"A gift card to Olive Garden," I said meekly.

Brynn chuckled. "A gift card huh? No wonder you're worried."

"I'm not worried!" I whined. "I just want to get him something more...substantial this time."

"Uh huh," Brynn continued mocking me. "What about your mom? Did she have any ideas?"

"A new pair of boots or a shaving kit," I repeated word-for-word what my mom had told me.

"Boots are a great idea!" Brynn insisted. "I mean, you always choose cute shoes anytime we go out shopping."

"I doubt my dad's looking for 'cute' boots," I laughed this time. "Besides, I want to think of something on my own. Something my mom hasn't thought of."

My best friend smiled mischievously. "I don't know about that, but I know one present your mom can give him that you can't."

I felt my ears burn. "Brynn, that's gross!" I scolded her. "Why would you even say something like that?!"

"Because you're dad's kinda hot," Brynn giggled, her face turning red. 

A pit started to form in my stomach. "You're checking out my dad?!"

Brynn tried to contained a sudden fit of giggles to no avail. "I'm just saying your mom has a lot to look at, that's all," she managed to say between giggles. "But yes, kinda."

"Oh my god Brynn!" I shoved her playfully. "Stop being such a slut!"

"But he's so handsome!" Brynn swooned. "Is it ok if I call him daddy too?!"

"Ewww! Just stop!" I shoved her a bit harder this time. I knew it was all fun and games, but it was making me feel very uncomfortable. 

Of course, she didn't stop either. "He looks younger really. Does he work out? He's rich right? If not my daddy, maybe a sugar daddy?!"

"ENOUGH BRYNN!" I shot at her.

That managed to not only shut her up, but also get the attention of everyone walking around us. I personally didn't care about what they thought, rather I instantly regretted my outburst when Brynn's playful smirk transformed into a frightened look.

"Brynn, I'm sorry," I apologized promptly. "I don't know what got into me."

"No, it's ok Abbie," Brynn insisted, though fear was clearly written on her face. "I guess it's just a bit awkward to hear someone talk about your dad like that."

I felt so embarrassed with myself. We just walked for awhile in silence, neither of us making eye contact. I'd never shouted at Brynn like this before. Even when she talked on the phone all night ahead of a big test or took my shampoo without asking, I didn't get so frazzled that I'd explode on her.

"And it's Christmas Eve," I thought somberly.

Walking around the mall suddenly became less fun and seemed to drag on without us talking. Fortunately, it didn't last long; I saw the perfect gift in a men's clothing store.

"Cologne!" I nearly yelled again, restraining myself this time.

"Oh my god, yes! That's brilliant!" Brynn chimed in. "That's a perfect gift for your dad!"

As if what happened just moments ago magically never occurred, we cheered for ourselves and ran like excited schoolchildren inside the store. 

No more than an hour later we left the mall, the biggest grins on our faces one can possible imagine. Indeed, I had bought what I hoped was the appropriate cologne for my daddy. It'd been a bit pricey, yet I didn't regret this purchase as much as that one time I bought a goldfish that perished the very next day. RIP Truman the Goldfish. 

Best of all, Brynn seemed to have fully dismissed my outburst at her from earlier. We simply picked up from earlier, minus her telling me dad's a DILF. Unfortunately, the thought of my dad also brought back the memories of my unexpected birthday present.  

"Why can't I get it out of my head?!" I thought to myself.

This wasn't the first time since getting back home that I'd thought about it. Considering the kind of reaction I felt it would get from Brynn, I had no one to talk to. That in itself was the hardest part. I finally made a decision

"We need to talk," I decided.

As I pulled my mom's car into the driveway, my mind was already made up. Brynn quickly dashed inside, en route for the nearest bathroom. Mom appeared to still be out, perhaps also last-minute shopping. That all suited me just fine, since I wanted so alone time with dad anyway. 

Dad was in the living room reading a book in the recliner, his personal throne that none may sit upon. I approached him tentatively at first, until her noticed me. He gave me one of signature warm, inviting smiles. 

"Hi honey, how was the mall with Brynn?" he asked, putting his book down.

"It was great," I answered. "Found everything we were looking for."

"Well good," he smiled. "Brynn's gifts from her family arrived in the mail yesterday. Your mother is out getting wrapping paper for them, so they can be placed under the tree."

A giant Christmas tree dominated our living room this time of year, and having an extra person around would only made the stack of gifts under its branches look even larger. 

But I stayed on task. "Daddy, there's something we need to talk about."

Sensing something serious was about to be discussed, daddy sat up a bit and gave me his full attention. He was a terrific listener, and only asked questions if he truly needed to. However, I got the feeling he wasn't expecting what I was about to talk about.

"It's about what happened in June, on my birthday," I started.

Sure enough, his face turned slightly red. Considering he's a well-trained lawyer, that was quite uncommon to behold. 

"I know I said I wouldn't talk to anyone about it, but I need to talk about it with you," I continued.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked hesitantly.

That, sadly, was where I found myself unclear about. "I don't know honestly, but I feel uneasy about having it all bottled up for so long. Since I've been home, I can't stop thinking about, or worrying about it."

Daddy sighed. "Yes, that's a bit unfair of you to keep that to yourself. That's why I feel it might be best if I told your mother about it, after the holidays are over."

My eyes widened to the size of grapefruits. "No daddy, you can't do that! That's totally not what I meant."

"No, but it's the right thing to do," he explained. "Don't worry honey, she won't blame you for any of this."

"Any of what?"

Brynn suddenly appeared in the living room, fresh of the bathroom. Judging from her clueless expression, she'd missed most of the conversation.

My dad came to the rescue. "Well, we went in together on a big present for her mother this year," he lied. "I'm just not sure anymore if she'll like it."

Thankfully, Brynn bought it completely. "Awww! You two are so sweet to her! This is why you're my favorite family ever!" she beamed.

""Oh hush, we just want to make this year special for mom," I nudged Brynn. "I've been away for a few months, and it's taken a toll on her."

"Still, that's so nice," Brynn insisted, before heading upstairs. "I need to call my mom, so would it be a bother-"

"I'll leave you alone for awhile," I cut her off.

"Thanks!" she said, galloping up to my bedroom. Seizing the opportunity again for some privacy, daddy and I resumed. 

"Abbie, I know you're nervous about this, but what would you have me do? Keep this from your mother forever?" he spoke seriously, no longer flustered. 

He had a point, I had to admit. "But all at once?" I said. "Maybe you should just start with the fact you're into feet first, then work your way into what happened with me."

"True, but what would she think about having all that info fed to her in pieces after it's all said and done?" daddy further pointed out to me. "Abbie, I honestly thought you'd be on board with this from the start. Why are you against this?"

Why indeed. I didn't know the answer necessarily. Was I really afraid of what could result? No that wasn't it.

"I think," I said softly, "that I want us to do that again."

With those little words, my daddy's composure was lost once again. "Absolutely not young lady!" he yelled, anger and fear permeating his voice. "That was a one time thing, and I should have never let it happen!"

Scary outburst were becoming a frequent occurrence today. First me to Brynn, and now daddy to me. I got the true sense of just how Brynn must have felt.

My dad took a huge breathe and massaged his temples. "Abbie, this is all my fault. I've placed you an awkward position these last several months, and I'm sorry." He looked up at me, sad eyes on the verge of tears. "You shouldn't feel the need to satisfy my needs in this sort of way. I'm your father, and I need to take that seriously."

I felt like arguing. I wanted to tell him this was on my own free will. Yet, the words never came out. Instead, I ran upstairs to my room. I shut the door and collapsed on my bed, ignoring the fact Brynn was right there on her mattress. No tears came. All I did was beat my arms against my poor pillow, over and over. It's wasn't sadness, it was anger. Even as Brynn came to console me, my frustration blocked out the comforting words, my best friend resting her arms on my shoulders. I just laid there for awhile, a confused, bitter mess. One word floated angrily inside of my mind: 

REVENGE.

Christmas Eve dinner was to begin at 6:00 p.m. While many families went out to eat on this night, my family made it a tradition to stay in for a home-cooked meal of my Grandma Jody's phenomenal ravioli. Mom volunteered to help prepare the meal, leaving Brynn and myself off the hook. 

Instead, we took our sweet time to get all dolled up for the occasion. As roommates, we loved the chance to play with each other's hair and makeup, like we did seemingly whenever we went out on weekends. 

I'd elected to have my hair styled with my long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, curling the ends and wrapping them into a bun. The front of my do felt a bit loose, but I was pleased seeing end result in my bedroom mirror. 

Initially, I was going to a gray cowlneck tunic top with some leggings and ballet flats, but upon seeing Brynn I felt totally undressed. She'd brought a one piece maroon dress with a thick, bowed belt around her thin waist. Plenty of her long, bare legs showed under the short dress, and I could only wish my mom and grandma didn't have a cow upon seeing them. I'd somehow managed to curl and style her beautiful locks over the left shoulder, partly covering her left eye. 

"You look like a blonde Jessica Rabbit!" I complimented.

Brynn gave me a baffled look. "Who's Jessica Rabbit?"

"A cartoon character that's really pretty," I said, picking around delicately at her hair.

"So I look goofy and animated?" she inquired.

I couldn't help but giggle. "No, no, never mind!" I gave up.

"So how about you?" she asked, thankfully changing the subject. "What are you wearing tonight pretty lady?!"

"As sexy as you look, I might as well wear a trash bag," I sneered. 

"Stop it!" Brynn laughed. "You're just as much of a hottie as I am, sugar tits! Now, let's pick out the best outfit for you!" 

Now I know nearly everyone makes jokes about how long it takes for a woman to choose her outfit. Fortunately, this wasn't one of those times. Brynn find the outfit first, frankly because I'd never dream of wearing THAT to a family dinner.




My Christmas Surprise



It was a little black dress with a high skirt and halter neck. If that wasn't daring enough, it appear as if someone took a pair of scissors and cut neatly down the middle. Sure, it looked fashionable and all, but it showed more cleavage than any dress I've ever worn before. I bought it on a complete whim and then chickened out of wearing it multiple times.

"And you're going to tonight!" Brynn pressured. 

"My poor grandma will have a heart attack before we even finish saying grace!" I replied.

"Nonsense! Your granny will prance around boasting about her hot grandkid!" she stood her ground. "Plus, it goes will with your shoes."

The only dressy shoes I brought back home were some open-toe high heels. True enough, the strappy shoes would go well with the dress, along with my fresh black toenail polish. That all got me thinking about daddy again. Something provocative would surely get his attention, and possibly change his mind. I also took note of Brynn's dressy white wedges. Ironically, she'd also painted her toes to match her shoe color too. 

"Daddy's going to bust a nut tonight," I thought excitedly.

"So are you going to put it on yourself, or do I have to force it on ya?!" Brynn threatened playfully.

I nodded. "Ok, you win honey butt. Now help me fit into this thing."

"Yes ma'am!" Brynn happily clapped her hands, as she began to help me into the flirtatious dress.

"This had better be helpful," I thought hopefully.

After a few mandatory selfies in our hot outfits, Brynn and I walked downstairs hand-in-hand. Awaiting us where my parents and my grandma, all whose mouths dropped at the sight of me. 

My mom was the first to comment. "Wow young lady, are you sure you're not showing a bit too much right there?"

"Oh hush Jackie! She's a young woman that can make decision on her own," my grandma came to my defense, hugging me tightly. "You look beautiful" she said.

"Thanks Grandma!" pleased to have her in my corner.

"And Brynn! What a lovely dress!" she embraced my roommate next. "My goodness! What beautiful women you two are!"

A few more family photos followed, my mom's gaze on my dress disapprovingly at several points. She herself was dressed in a blue, flowing gown with a white scarf. Like my father, she took had a youthful look for her age. I found myself looking down at her feet in black heels similar to mine. She had very nice, smooth-looking feet as well, her toes painted a dark red color. 

"Dad must have beaten himself off hundreds of times thinking about those," I thought privately. "He should have told mom a long time ago."

Speaking of which, I was pleased to see my dad already quite agitated from my choice of dress. If it wasn't my imagination, I also thought I caught him looking at mine and Brynn's feet several times. Just what I wanted.

The meal began without further delay, the salad first on the menu. To our delight, us girls were allowed to drink red wine for the evening. My grandma teased me that I should be used to a little bit of alcohol, coming back from my first semester at college. I laughed heartily, well aware that I indeed had my moments on campus. It seemed like nearly every weekend the two of us would go out to at least one house or frat party. Brynn was the bigger partier, but I enjoyed myself most times too. Maybe I'd enjoy it a little more if every other guy wasn't trying to bed me. Frat boys blow major ass, even if most are nice to look at.

Brynn, my mother, and my grandmother dominated most of the conversation. I swore that grandma also wished my friend was part of our family. Being her youngest grandchild, I didn't take too much offense to it, being spoiled by her since I was born. Occasionally, I'd chime in or laugh at a joke if it was funny. 

Daddy wasn't being social at all. He merely sat there, downing wine as if it were water. His face looked freakishly pale, devoid of all color. I tried establishing eye contact with him, being directly across the table from him. He avoided my eyes like the plague.

The ravioli and bread sticks were next on the menu. Ever since I was a little girl, Grandma Jody's ravioli always put a smile on my face. She used to make it more often, but in recent years she only did it for Christmas Eve dinner. 

Brynn dug in with abandon, having heard me talk about the ravioli literally hundreds of times. Her face said it all; she absolutely loved it. Despite her being skinny, my gorgeous best friend could eat as much as she wanted without worrying about the dreaded freshman fifteen. Many times when I came back to our room late at night, I'd find her watching Netflix with a tube of cheap ice cream in her arms. 

As I ate my dinner, I felt a bit of pain in my feet. The heels I wore were cute, but the straps were somehow a bit tight on my feet despite them being the right size. Hoping no one would notice, I subtly slipped off my shoes to give them relief. My feet were a bit sweaty from the long day at the mall, and I hadn't showered today. 

Looking at Brynn, who sat next to me, I observed that she also had kicked off her shoes. Her long soles were planted on the carpeted ground, toes curled in similar relief. Leaning back slightly to look under the table, my mother still had her shoes on, same as my grandma and daddy.

I suddenly had a arousing idea. The table was long, but not wide. My dad's legs and feet were close enough for a little under-the-table fun. As I took another bite of my food, I lightly brush my bare right foot up against his shoe. I continued to stroke my toes against the side until I saw a hint of realization cross his face. Already on his third glass of wine, he looked astonished of what was happening. To make things quite clear to him, I snaked my foot up the leg of his pants. My toes searched for his bare leg to make contact with, but his socks were pulled up high. Still, the message got through to him loud and clear, and he finally looked up at me.

"Like that?" I mouthed, smirking at him.

To my surprise, he didn't say anything really. He completely looked out of it, as if he'd seen a ghost. With no resistance, I began to stroke his leg with the ball of my foot and toes. I reached further up, coming into contact with his hairy skin. My dad gasped as it happened, my mom giving him a questionable look before returning to her meal. 

Everything above the table was pleasant and peaceful. Underneath the cloth was a totally different story. Daddy resisted me, standing still as a statue as his little girl's feet caressed his leg playfully. Doing so while eating casually was interesting to say the least, but I didn't want to arouse any suspicion from the other women at the table. 

Speaking about arousal, I had to know if my dad was getting as worked up about this as I thought. My right foot continued its business, while I slowly brought my left up closer to his lap. Fearing mom seeing this, I paused for a moment. I had to do get her away from dad for a moment. 

"Mom, can you please pass me another napkin," I ask.

"Honey, we don't have anymore napkins at the table," mom pointed out. "Here, let me get us some more," as she gets up.

Score! As she walks away, I swiftly push my leg into my dad's crotch. Immediately, his huge boner collided against my curious toes. Though he continued to sit quietly in his seat, his eyes betrayed him to me. Not only was daddy hard, but he was enjoying it more than he wanted to. I felt the cold zipper between my toes. 

"Do I dare?" I considered reaching in those pants. "God, that'd be hot."

Mom soon came back, with me returning my foot under the table and scooting both back to my seat just in the nick of time. She didn't even notice, but Brynn sure did. After giving me an interrogating look. Brynn peeked under the table. Other than my dad's leg being a little ruffled up, nothing else would suggest wrongdoing. When her eyes meet mine again, I simply shrug and smile. That seemed enough for Brynn, getting back to stuff her face with ravioli and downing wine like a champ.

My daddy's eyes still looked glossed, to my disappointment. He merely kept drinking and playing around with the food on his plate with his fork. Out of fear that Brynn or mom might catch me, I decided to hopefully continue this later.

Like Christmas Eves of the past, the night flowed slowly away. There was talk by the tree, listening to Christmas tunes on the radio, and even more wine drinking. By the time we finally went up to bed past midnight, Brynn was quite tipsy. This wasn't the first time this had happened, of course. Being the great friend I am, I guided her up the stairs to my bedroom. The moment her head rested on the pillow, she was out like a light. I placed her surprisingly sweaty wedges next to the bed, then with great difficulty undressed her. Brynn hated having her legs cold, so I slipped her pajama pants on, left her in a bra, and tucked her in. Funny enough, I kinda felt like I was her mommy or something, even leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. 

I too felt the effects of the wine start to hit me. Deciding to skip the bathroom, I changed out of my dress and put on some pjs of my own. Maybe it was the drowsiness or simply laziness, but I left the lamp on my night stand on and dozed off fairly quickly. 

An all too familiar disturbance woke me up. Despite my sense dulled from sleep and wine, I knew something was up. I had been sleeping on my left side, affording me a look at my whole room. Brynn slept peacefully on her air mattress, the back of her head towards me. Sitting on the floor near the end of the mattress was a figure I could recognize even if the lamp hadn't been left on; my dad.

He was sniffing away at Brynn's wedges, which apparently smelled in addition to being caked in sweat. While trying to keep my eyes appear closed, I watched my dad moan and groan drunkenly with my friend's shoes pressed against his face. A part of me was quite jealous, that my father would go for my Brynn's feet before mine. However, I found that I enjoyed this little show he was putting on before me unknowingly. 

As if he were some sort of dog, my dad began lapping his tongue across the toe prints of the used wedges. He seemed lost in pleasure just from the shoes so much that an earthquake would go unnoticed by him while he kept licking away.

This lasted a few minutes surprisingly. Brynn's shoes had to be covered in saliva by the time he put them down. I wasn't shocked, however, by what he went for next. My friend's fleshy soles poked out from under the covers, as if they were meant to for my father. His nose hovered over her long, unsuspecting toes. Being Brynn's roommate, I knew she had stinkier feet than I do. Our shoe closet was quite often ripe, especially after a night out in leather shoes of any design. The jealous daughter in me wondered if my dad possibly liked her stench more than mine.

My dad's sniffing bordered on frantic, as if he didn't need to breathe at all. He wasn't being quiet about all of this, but Brynn was certainly proving she was indeed passed out. That was likely why daddy went for her first. As far as I knew, I was next.  

In the meantime, my daddy's hungry mouth found Brynn's sexy co-ed toes, devouring several of them at once. Watching my close roommates pretty white toes disappear into my dad's mouth sent shivers down my spine. I could still remember how it felt, having those lips wrap around my smaller, sensitive digits. Hearing that distinct wet, mouth popping noise from the end of Brynn's bed made my body shake in anticipation. Growing bolder, I left my eyes open and watched the scene continue to unfold a while longer.

Daddy's tongue wedged its way in the recesses between each of Brynn's fragrant toes, gobbling up the nasty sweat found there. His intoxicated moans filled my room, and I worried it would wake up mom down the hall. Of course, she was probably out cold too, having drank her fill of wine. I was perhaps the only person in the house that wasn't buzzed or drunk, and reaping the benefits. Still going unnoticed, I watched as daddy sucked on my best friend's big toe like a child with a pacifier.

Just as things were getting interesting, my nose started to itch. I tried to ignore the unpleasant sensation, but it grew from an itch to an irritation. My hands wanted to scratch my nose, but doing so would alert daddy to me being up. Ultimately, it didn't matter, as I quickly but forceful sneezed.

Daddy shot up like a rocket, his face written with horror and shock. Not even bothering to continue pretending to sleep, I sat up and smiled at him.

"Having fun daddy?" I teased.

"Abbie, you should be asleep," he slurred quietly. His blue eyes looked bloodshot and uncoordinated, perhaps sleep deprived. 

"So should you," I giggled. "Are you Santa? Maybe instead of cookies and milk, you decided freshman girl's toes are tastier to snack on?"

He awkwardly laughed. "Go back to sleep, and maybe Santa wouldn't leave you coal in your stocking, you naughty girl."

I was quite sure if that was a threat, or a joke. "This naughty girl of yours wants her gift now Santa," I continued teasing. "And you know I'm all about sharing." I pulled my feet out from under the blankets, displaying them for my horny old man. 

Daddy didn't even try to hide his lust from me this time. He got down on his knees and stumbled forward towards me. My excitement began to rapidly escalate. Finally, I was getting exactly what I wanted for Christmas.

My feet hung over the edge of the bed, where my daddy found himself. He inhaled all ten of my pungent toes, sweaty from being under the hot blanket. As he had before, my dad moaned softly and sensually from the smell he desired so much. My wiggling little toes bumped onto his sharp nose several times, while he sniff in between them. 

"God Abbie, what have you been doing all day," he sighed intimately.

"Oh you know, shopping, walking around in boots all day, heels at dinner...and playing with that big cock of yours," I recited the day's events. "Just because I know my daddy likes his little girl's feet extra smelly to make him hard."

"Oh honey, you got me so hard," he muttered as he pressed his face against my soles. 

"That's right daddy, smell my deep wrinkles," I egged him on. "I've been sweating all day and now my feet are just perfect for you."

Moans, groans and sniffs were his response. Daddy and I were soon completely enthralled in our activities that Brynn was soon forgotten. I started playing with myself under my pj pants, my panties already damp from peeping on my dad moments ago. Masturbation was something I "discovered" in my dorm, when Brynn was away. Fully aware, she'd tell me it's natural and healthy, admitting to doing it too while I was in class. 

Needless to say, this was better than fucking myself with a finger. Just the sight of my bare feet all over my daddy's bright red face made so horny that I was afraid I'd orgasm too soon. All those times alone in my room felt like preparation for this moment. I intended to make this last as long as possible.

The powerful sniffing suddenly ceased. Before I could ask what was wrong, daddy's lip met my arches with tender care. Much like he'd done the last time, he kissed my feet from heel to toe with loving affection. Despite the fact I knew he was wasted, it was a sweet, thoughtful gesture. My body eagerly anticipated more though.

I didn't have to wait long for my daddy's wet tongue to next probe it's way between my warm toes. A moan escaped my lips immediately when the wet feeling wrapped around each of my little piggies. His lips would then surround them and happily suck on the trapped toes. I only wished to know what it tasted like.

"Daddy, that feels amazing," I whispered. "Keeping sucking on my toes, just like that." 

His mouth kept doing just that, taking in multiple toes every time and leaving them slippery wet. My finger also grew wet from within my tight clit. Again, I worried about cumming too soon. Daddy's mouth felt comfy to my sweet tootsies, and I didn't want him to stop. It was cute seeing how absorbed he was in my teenage feet. I loved watching my painted toes disappear into his mouth, then enjoy that unique, squishy sensation sending shockwaves up my slender body.

Daddy's tongue made it's way down my soles slowly. Licking wasn't as pleasurable as sucking, but it allowed me to come down a tad. I no longer felt like I was going to burst any moment, yet I still felt content and horny. My hand drew away from my womanhood and up to my breasts. I begin fondling them instead. 

"Abbie, you're feet taste so good," daddy moaned deeply.

"Better than Brynn's?" I inquired.

"Nothing compares to my baby girl's feet," he sighed. "I've been waiting so long for this, but I couldn't make myself do it since you got back."

"It's ok daddy, I forgive you," I said. "You can make it up to me by making your daughter's feet feel nice for her."

"Anything to make you feel better honey," daddy mused over my feet. I soon felt his tongue back in action across my scrunched up soles. Resting back against my bed, I simply reveled in the pleasure. 

I noticed his pants were unbuttoned, but his cock still restrained. At school, I'd seen a few college guys cocks, none of which compared in size or length to daddy's. 

"Daddy, I want to jack you off with my feet!" I volunteered excitedly.

He stopped licking my feet. "Are you sure honey? Is that what you really want?!"

"Of course I do!" I giggled. "Do you want my smooth, bare feet all all over your cock?"

Not even bothering to answer, daddy pulled down his pants and boxers, wiggling his legs out of them with drunken difficulty. He stood up and placed his dick at the same level as my small feet, inserting it between them. Though I was still inexperienced with this, I felt fairly confident. Only a few strokes sent his eyes rolling back.

"Oh god Abbie, you're too good at this," he groaned.

"Don't cum yet daddy, I'm only getting warmed up," I teased. 

I gently squeezed his shaft with the tips of my toes, sliding the soles across perhaps only half of his entire length. My toes would find his shaven ball sack, playing with the loose skin. I had to hold my legs up with my arms to keep up the pace. The once comfortable pajamas I wore suddenly began to feel hot and confining. I considered taking them off, but I also noticed dad's breathing becoming faster and ragged. After all, he'd been teased since dinner.

"Hold on daddy, just a little longer," I told him.

"Let me cum Abbie," he pleaded pathetically. "I've been waiting to do this all night long."

"You can do it daddy, just one more minute longer," I insisted. "Then you can blow your big load all over my feet."

My pace began to increase. The muscles in my leg cramped up a little, but I ignored the pain. I wanted to make this count. Daddy's precum kept my feet nice and wet, gliding smoothly up his married cock. The seconds ticked by, and daddy's moans grew louder. I remembered Brynn, and hoped she was as out of it as I suspected.

"I'm going to cum," daddy suddenly grabbed his cock and stroked it furiously. 

I placed my feet under the tip, awaiting my messy reward. With one final grunt, daddy spasmed all over toes first, then caked the tops. 

"Oh wow!" I was surprised at just how much cum came out. Last time didn't even measure up, and soon my feet were sticky from cum and saliva. 

As eagerly as I had with my grandma's ravioli, I brought my feet up to my lips and licked off the fresh cum. It tasted thicker than last time, not quite as sweet. Still, I gobbled it all down quickly, just as daddy recovered.

"Merry Christmas honey," he slurred. 

"Merry Christmas daddy," I said with a smile. 

Noticing it was 4:35 in the morning, I promptly sent him back to bed to get some much needed sleep. As I closed the door behind him and prepared also to return to bed, I looked down at Brynn. Somehow, she was still asleep. Having roomed with her so long, I was aware she could seemingly sleep through anything, minus a fire alarm. 




My Christmas Surprise



An idea suddenly occurred to me, as I saw Brynn's enticing feet still sticking out from under the bed. Curiosity gripped me, asking one question; how do Brynn's toes really taste? 

I find myself both repulsed and turned on by what I was even considering. To even think about sucking on my best friend's toes while she was asleep was horrible. Yet, my daddy had just done so, and basically got away with it. Plus, I still hadn't cum yet. 

My body sort of resisted me, as I got on the floor near Brynn's exposed soles. Her wedges, still wet from my dad's tongue, laid next the bed as if they were never disturbed. I had no interest in her shoes, only to see if their was any flavor left to scrumptious digits my mouth was nearing. 

"Here goes nothing," I thought, and I wrapped my mouth around two of her middle toes. 

I closed my eyes as I tasted her long toes around my inquisitive tongue. Much of the saltiness was gone, but I still found the flavor enjoyable. A little bit of my dad's saliva remained. Remembering he never made it to rest of her feet, I shifted my attention downward. That were I found more of a salty, slightly grimy taste. The stink was more pronounced than around her cleaned-out toes. 

"Oh god Brynn, if only I'd known sooner," I whispered erotically.

The more my tongue lapped against her soft skin, the closer I felt again to cumming. I didn't hold myself back as I had with my dad. I wanted to cum, badly. While one hand held on to Brynn's foot, the other made it's way back down my pants.

"Abbie, what are you doing?" a quiet voice asked.

I nearly scared myself half to death when Brynn woke up, remaining laid down on the bed.

"Are you licking me feet? she asked groggily. "Because it feels really nice."

"You like this?" unsure if Brynn was totally with it.

"Yeah, keep going," she muttered.

Brynn didn't have to tell me twice. I gladly resumed licking her big sweaty feet with renewed gusto. She sighed in relief, rather than any sensual pleasure. Still, it was hot to think I was doing this while Brynn was awake and consenting. I alternated between licking her delicious soles and sucking on those sexy toes of hers.

After several blessful minutes, I ceased licking and lowered my pants. "Ok Brynn, I'm going to do something strange, and I just want you to stay down and relax."

"What is it Abbie?" she asked drowsily. 

"It's kinda like a wet massage too, you'll like it," I assured her, lowering my pussy down to her naked foot.

I caressed myself with the ball of her foot as if it were a toy or finger. Brynn didn't protest, nor say anything. My breathing turned shallow, as my body grew closer to the finale. I looked down to watch myself fuck myself with my best friends foot. 

"God, this is so hot," I thought. 

No more than a minute later, I felt the climax erupt. I managed to carefully place Brynn's foot down before I relaxed on the floor. For a few minutes, I didn't move, talk, or think anything other than "wow, that was amazing."

When I did eventually pick myself, Brynn was already sound asleep again. Part of me hope she'd forget all of this by tomorrow morning. As I climbed sluggishly into bed, I felt a sense of relief I had never felt in my young life. That was the last thought on my mind before it wandered off to slumberland.



My Christmas Toy



All I want for Christmas is THIS.

Happy, Kinky Holidays!

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My Christmas Treat



It was the middle of December and I was on the phone with my new girlfriend, Kandy. She is a nurse and we met while I was in the hospital and we have since become friends and lovers. She has been at home recuperating from a cold. 

I continued the conversation on the phone and said, "You know Kandy, I can just see you under my Christmas tree, with only a purple bow tied around your naked body. WOW, what a Christmas treat!" 

She giggled into the phone and replied, "Well darling, it's not Christmas yet. I swear all you men think about is sex! I was just about to call you when the phone rang. I wanted to tell you how much I miss your tender loving care. When can you come over?"

Well, little did she know I had decided to pay her a visit that night and treat her special for a change. I replied, "Kandy, how about tonight, say 8pm?"

She quickly responded, "You have a date! See you around 8pm." 

When I knocked on the door, Kandy met me with open arms and a kiss that curled my toes. When I stepped back, she looked so damn sexy in her purple robe and fuzzy slippers. What can I say? Kandy looks hot in just about anything!

She told me she was about to step into the shower and put on something special for me. 

Kandy giggled and blushed, "Maybe so, but I want a shower anyways."

I kissed her again and said, "Want some company in the shower, doll? I think it is time daddy gives you some of his special-tender-loving care."

Kandy's eyes lit up and she squealed, "You betcha! I thought I was going to have to send you a telegram saying, "Come over and light my fire! "

I told her to wait for a moment then I proceeded into the bathroom. I wanted to set the mood with something sensual and aromatic. I placed lit candles around the room and put in her favorite soft romantic music. You know, the kind of music that should have a label that reads, fucking music! 

I walked into the bedroom stripping as I went and said, "The warm waters of an erotic shower await you!" 

Not to mention that my semi hard cock was telling her, "Hurry up will you, I need a fucking!"

Kandy grinned, dropped her robe and shouted, "I was wondering if you were drilling a new well or something!" 

We walked arm and arm into the bathroom. I turned the water on, adjusted the temperature and helped her in first then joined her. I could tell by the look in her eyes that my Kandy was ready for some sexy water fun.

My lips pressed hers as my hands groped the sexiest set of tits a man could ever handle. We kissed long and hard as my eight inches grew to the occasion. 

I smiled and said, "You know Kandy, it takes to hands to handle this whooper!" 

She wrapped her long fingers around my cock stroking me firmly but slowly until my member was rock hard. 

Kandy purred, "I missed you baby! I cannot wait to feel your cock inside my hot pussy!" 

As soon as she said those words, I turned her around and I slid my tool into her hot box from behind. She wrapped her pussy muscles around my cock and began to milk me slowly. I took my hands and placed then on her breasts. I rolled her hardening nipples in my fingers in unison of our fucking rhythm. 

She leaned into me and said, "Oh love, fuck me! Make your Kandy cum!"

I rammed her cunt like a well-oiled pump. I fucked her hot box in and out with a steady deep pace. She turned just enough so we could kiss and began to tremble and pant. I knew then she had hit climax number one. My doll can cum many times. 

I pulled her close and sucked on her tongue as my hot cum blasted off deep inside her pussy. Then I uttered, "Oh Kandy, you are the best lover I have ever had! I love you doll!" 

We then began to lather each other up making sure to tantalize each other's erogenous zones. Then we kissed as the warm water and aromatic fumes tickled our senses. 

Kandy whispered, "Let's get out of this shower and have some more fun!"

We stepped out of the shower and returned to the bedroom. I made her sit on the bed, brought the towel up and began drying her long brown hair. As I did, I thought to myself, "Oh man, how I could have found such a beautiful woman. " 

Kandy dried me off, and I got incredibly turned on again! I love having a towel rubbed over every part of my body, especially my cock and balls. I almost blew my load again! 

We then lay down facing each other and continued to kiss passionately. I nibbled on her ear and uttered, "Lay back and let me eat your sweet pussy!" 

She laid back and I kissed my way down to her hot box, then began running my tongue the length of her slit. I encircled her clit and tongue fucked her hole. I could eat her for hours on end. Oh my god, she tasted like pure honey!

She arched her back and squealed, "Oh fuck baby, do not stop! Oh, yes, just like that! You can do that all night if you want; hot-damn I love your hot tongue."

Kandy quivered from head to toe and screamed, "Yes! " My face and chin with completely covered with her cum.

She composed herself and said, "Lay on your back now and do not move a muscle. " 

She began to run her fingers softly all over my body. Damn her, she knows I am a sucker for a massage and soon I started falling asleep. 

I was in a daze and felt her hands playing with hairs on my chest. She then moved down and began rubbing my legs from toes to all the way up. My cock got excited as her magical touch glided across my body. 

Kandy continued to fondle me all over except for my cock. My cock was straight up and precum started to flow. She grasped my cock with her right hand. She gently started stroking my cock while she flicking and kissing the tip of my cock with her tongue. 

She said, "Time for my Christmas Treat. Now just relax, Nurse Kandy will take good care of you. After all you are the sweetest candy cane I ever sucked!" 

Soon I moaned and pushed my hips into her mouth every time she went down on me. 

I swear Kandy could suck the stripes off a candy cane and straighten out the bend in less then three minutes. I was completely in my favorite sexy nurse's hands. I closed my eyes and utter, "Ooooh fuck! Kandy, do not stop! I love what you are doing to me! "

When I opened my eyes and she was straddling me and mounting my throbbing manhood. Kandy's pussy was wet and tight and felt like a velvet glove around my cock. Her tits are started to bounce as she is going up and down on me. I reached out, massaged her breasts, and twisted her erect nipples. 

Kandy screamed as she came down hard on me, "Yes, fuck me hard! Oh my god I love the way you make me feel when you make love to me!"

I yelled, "Ooooh my sweet Kandy! I am going to cum!" 

My cock became rigid. She stopped moving and down her vaginal muscles gripped my pulsating cock. As I spewed my sperm into her, she moaned loudly and milked me. 

I start became limp when I felt her having another orgasm. Her body is jerked and I felt her cuming with so much fluid that it covered my balls and created a large wet spot on the bed. 

We lay back in each other's arms, breathing heavy and very exhausted. I looked over at her, gave her a wink and a devilish smile saying, "Kandy, did you like my Christmas treat?" 

Kandy just smiled and replied, "Well I did ask Santa for a pony once! I knew that eventually I would get my wish. As you do have a nice pony and I to would like to ride him again...and again. After all Christmas is a week away and the fun has just begun!"

Happy Holidays to my editor and readers here on Literotica...Kandy 



My Christmas Wish



It was almost time for the annual Christmas party that my friend's company throws every year for her employees. I have been invited yearly since she and her husband bought out the company from an elderly retiring couple 5 years ago, who wanted to spend their retirement years in California. I have attended all of them and have had a great time each year. I have never been married; I have been engaged once but I broke it off because I realized that he was still in love with his ex-wife. I don't date too often just because I am so busy with work and caring for two elderly parents, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

I am an attractive, white woman - hope I'm not sounding full of myself - but I pride on how I keep myself in shape and I could carry my 40D titties on my small frame without looking like a freak of nature. I have shoulder length red hair - my own color and blue/gray/green eyes and freckles on my face, chest area and my arms. I stand about 4"11" tall and weight about 105 pounds. There is this great looking black guy that works for her and we always have a great time together at these parties. We do shots of JD together with a Bud chaser and talk about everything from A-Z. Sadly he is married and we do hug and give each other a kiss at the party but neither one of us ever crossed the line. I keep my feelings for him under wraps, but I think he is attracted to me but behaves himself. Well that's the way it used to be, but this year was different.

Dianna had told me several months ago that Jim was going through a nasty and messy divorce with his wife because he found her in bed with another guy after their spring convention in April. They have no children as she claimed that she was sterile until he found out that she lied to him about that and was secretly on the pill because she had be fucking around on him before they were married. Jim made excellent money and that's why she stayed with him. It allowed her to take a minimum wage job or not work at all. Gee, if all of us could find a guy like Jim.

I, in a round about way ask Dianna often how Jim is and she said that he is finally over with the divorce, but never let his personal life interfere with his private. She had told him that he had their support and if he needed time off to re-group, they wouldn't have an issue. They love Jim so much that he is the acting manager when she and or her husband are away or have to go away on business. They know he does a good job and puts all his heart and efforts in his work. 

This Christmas party was going to be at a really fancy place that was actually a black tie affair. I went to several little dress shops just to find the right one that would give me an extra edge with maybe making the first move on Jim, without being pushy. I found a beautiful blue gown that looked stunning on me if I must say so. I have always look great in blue and it actually made my eyes all blue when I wore that color. It wasn't overly fancy and I made it look better with a new pair of white gold earrings, diamond studs in all my extra piercings and a simple but very attractive white gold pendant with a blue topaz stone in the center with a few little diamonds. It lie perfectly on my chest and brought out the color or my down and my very firm titties.

I didn't drive to the party this year because of all weeks, it was in the shop and they had to order in a special part for my Audi. I didn't want to bother Dianna or her husband to pick me up and take me, so I took a taxi and would just have to call for one when I was ready to go home. Part of me was hoping that Jim would offer to take me home or to his place or mine afterwards. Like I said, I didn't want to be pushy and just freshly divorced, he didn't need another woman to make her moves on him.

I checked my coat when I got there and I looked into the area where they were having a cocktail hour and there he stood with a light gray tuxedo with a pink shirt and a grey bow tie. He looked so good, I could actually feel my panties getting wet as they do every year, but I could actually feel very moist. I was smart as I packed myself some extra panties because I knew how I got when I was around that sexy black man, who stood about 6'4" tall, about 235 lbs. now after dropping almost a 65 lbs. during his divorce. I never let on to Dianna that I found him attractive, but I somehow thing that she already knew but never questioned me, especially when he was still married.

Seeing sea of familiar faces and some new ones, I made my rounds saying hello to everyone I knew and I was introduced to some that I didn't know. I was saving my greetings for Jim until last if it was possible. He was standing at this moment at the bar and looking so mouth watering. His smile would melt an ice burg and the deep dimple in his right check always turned me on as I am a dimple nut.

As I was about to make my rounds to get to Jim, he approached me first with a huge bear huge and a kiss smack on my lips and that was not the norm for us but I enjoyed it and was hoping there would be more of those hugs and kisses during the course of the night. He told me how great I looked and was hoping I would be attending again and not having a date. I was always told to bring one and I never did. We walked over to the bar and had our first round of shots and beers. I could hold my liquor for a tiny girl. I told him that he he looked great with the weight loss but added that he always looked good. I didn't want to bring up the fact that I knew of his recent divorce because I didn't want to spoil his evening and I really didn't want to be talking a depressing matter.

They called us into the dining area where they had a band playing a good variety of music from the 50's through the present and a vast group of performers. Jim had asked me if they placed a slow number, if I would do him the honor of a dance and I told him of course and we could dance fast numbers also. I have seen him on the dance floor in years past and he could really put his groove on. We had never shared our dance, so it turned out to be a night of firsts which started off with the huge bear hug and passionate kiss on the lips.

They played some slow numbers during our cocktail hour and Jim had picked one and as we were taking a break from all the delicious treats, we were dancing. He had to bend over to reach me and it allowed me to put my tiny arms around his beautiful black neck. He shaved his head which made him "hot" and he smelled so good. It was me talking and not the JD or Bud, and I told him how great he smelled. After the dance was over, he leaned into be with another kiss. It was so good and this time I took the bull by the horns and I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and he answered with giving me his. We didn't kiss to long and didn't linger as we didn't want to draw attention ourselves in front of the others. They always knew that we had our shot and beer thing every year, but we never had this sexual attention or attraction for each other. Maybe we did and never realized it.

It was a great night and we danced a lot and sat together and it was an all around great night. After one of the slow dances, I needed to get air because being this close to him and kissing him all night was really getting me wet. So glad I packed a few extra pairs of panties. I walked outside onto the terrace and began to daydream about Jim and then fantasized about him touching me and kissing me all over and then I was thinking about what it would be like to see him naked and make love to him, when someone came out side and put their arms around my 20" waist and started to kiss my neck.

At that point, I turned myself around and looked up and he was smiling that heart melting smile and that dimple was so deep. He kissed me and I kissed him back again with my tongue. He returned by slipped his tongue in my mouth and I began sucking on his tongue thinking that it was his cock again I was getting wet and at this point, I was already soaked and had to go and change my panties. The kiss seemed to have lasted for minutes, and neither one of us wanted to break the kiss but as we heard the announcement of dinner would be served we broke apart and he told me, "The night has just started for us. Looking to see where this night will take us" as we walked back into a dining area. We sat next to each other at the table, but didn't want to make it obvious to the others what was going on between us.

The dinner was delicious as it always was but it seemed like it took forever before we were able to dance again, and I had excused myself so I could toss away and clean up my pussy that was hoping to see some big black cock entering it a little later. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but he seemed pretty into me tonight. As we came back in and had to watch everyone dance, I excused myself to make the change of my panties. I have never had this happen before and it felt so good. Was I falling in love with his sexy hunk and could he be interested in me?? I could say yes I as and he did seem into me. 

There were caving stations surrounding the dance floor with a fresh baked turkey, prime rib, roast beef, roast pork, a roasted chicken and all the veggies and potatoes, salad, etc. As I approached the chicken station, someone stood behind me, I mean right up to my ass and began grinding into me and dry humping me too. I could feel the size of this man's hardened cock and was almost certain that it was Jim and it was.

We ate and then did another slow dance and I told him that I took a taxi to the party and before I got another word out, he suggested and offered me a ride and I graciously accepted. We were finally winding it down but first they gave the employees awards for the past year and the employee of the year was Jim. He was shocked and they mentioned that he was long overdue for that award.

The party died down and I was offered a chance of being with Jim. As all the awards were given out, I was in my glory thinking again of being with him and making love to him. We finally were winding it down and even with all the shots and beers we've share, we were sober. I was glad because I couldn't see Jim getting a DUI. Everyone was hugging and kissing me and telling me to stop up to see them sometimes. I got one of the two biggest shocks of my life. The first one was from Dianna and her husband. They offered me a position in their company and would practically double my present salary with some extras. It was something to think about as it would be great to make all that money.

My next shock was Jim and what he told me. As we we got into his car and headed to my place. Jim pulled off the side of the road and told me he wanted to marry me. He told me that he was in love with me and could never tell me or anyone because he was already married at the time and also he didn't think, even though we got along, that I would ever date a black man. I told him how I was attracted to him all these years and kept it to myself because he was married. He kissed me and told me that he wanted to make love to me really bad.

We got to my condo and couldn't get in the door fast enough as we wanted to "get down" and show each other how much we cared about each other.

I lead the way to my bedroom which had a huge King Sized bed because I always liked having a lot of room. We couldn't undress fast enough as when I saw his black naked body, I thought I had died and went to heaven. It wasn't because of the stereo-typical reason of him carry a large package, you know the large black cock and balls but a fine looking man that I would finally get to taste and experience.

We started by kissing and touching and exploring and I started to massage his semi-erect cock that seemed to grow more and more with my touch and then I looked up at his face and told me he wanted me to suck him off if I liked that and I couldn't wait. I took his what appeared to be a 8 inch cock in my mouth with this huge plums for balls and sucked and licked and went down on him. He stopped me briefly to tell me he loved me and we went into the 69 position and he ate my pussy like he didn't eat anything all night. I came on his face within minutes and then he pulled me off his hard cock and laid me down on the bed.

He entered me slowly and before you know it we were fucking like to animals and moaning in stereo and enjoying the fucking my lifetime. We then fucked doggy style and I begged for him to fuck me harder and harder and I wanted him to put it in my ass as I never had anal before and he was so wet that no lube was required and I was so wet. He started off again slowly and before you know it, I was getting the ass fucking I wanted. We continued to do so until he exclaimed that he "had to cum" and then he pulled out and I begged to have his load all over my titties and my face and wanted to taste him so he shot a load in my awaiting mouth.

After a quick shower where we washed each other off, we dried off in and went to bed. Waking up in his arms is a dream come true. We started to date from this point on and within 6 months we were married, I had new job and I was expecting our first "children" as we were having twins. Our passion is still there when we make love and we have lucked out to have such good children that don't cry much and we help each other taking care of them. Right now I'm working from home so I can tend to James, Jr. and Alicia. Our parents gave us a big wedding and we were able to afford to buy a new house for lots of room for our children to grown up.

I got all I wanted for Christmas - hope you all do to.