1 comments/ 17250 views/ 7 favorites Tracey's (almost) Christmas Miracle By: Shabobo "Oh I just love Christmas!" Tracey shrieked as she hopped out of the truck. The beautiful blonde bounded for her sister's home, glad for the path the had been cleared in the snow. Still her red, four inch heels left deep rivets in the snow, but Tracey refused to slow down. Looks like everyone is here, Tracey noted excitedly as she took note of the cars in the driveway. I can't wait! "Trace, can you give me a hand?" Bob called after his wife fruitlessly. A thin man in his early thirties, Bob often struggled to get his wife's attention. In the early years of their marriage Tracey had been Bob's perfect wife, beautiful and doting in every way he ever wanted. Over the last few years Tracey had certainly not been doting, as she rarely seemed to have any time for Bob, particularly when it came to intimacy. While letting their little blonde daughter out of the car and attempting to pick up a large pile of presents from the back seat, Bob admitted to himself that while his wife may not dote on him anymore she definitely remained beautiful. Bob longed for the old days while he watched his wife as she ascended the stairs and reached his sister Janice's doorway. Tracey, wearing a festive Santa hat, was sporting a large white winter coat with white fur trim, clasped in front with red buttons. In addition to her high heels, Tracey wore high, tight socks that were striped red and white and went all the way to her upper thigh. The socks had small bells on them at the top, which jingled lightly with each step Tracey made. The bells were visible as Tracey's coat ended just slightly above her socks, showcasing her bare thigh when she moved her body in certain ways. Bob had caught sight of this while driving to his sister's home, his hand instinctively moving to his wife's sexy body. Frustrated by a largely non-existent sex life, Bob was grateful for basically any skin on skin contact with Tracey. He was disappointed when after just brushing against his wife's leg her hand casually moved to his and pushed it away. Bob was still aroused, and extremely curious as to what his wife was wearing underneath her coat that wasn't even low enough to reach her socks. The thought of his wife's sexy body, her full breasts, thin waist and full, plump posterior, had Bob focusing on the cold in an attempt to bring down his libido as he made his way to the door. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" Tracey said cheerily as she beamed at Janice, her daughter Ariel at her side and her husband Bob pulling up the rear, loaded with presents. "Merry Christmas everyone! Come on in." Janice responded before embracing Tracey. The two women gave each other air kisses to each cheek. Tracey's naturally bubbly personality ensured that people never really knew when she did not actually like them. Janice was taken aback by Tracey's outfit, but did her best to hide her surprise. The family greeted their relatives, excited for the opportunity to spend Christmas with their loved ones. Tracey greeted hers quickly, saying hello and smiling at them for a brief moment before her eyes moved elsewhere. She was relieved when, as she continued to wade through relatives in the hallway, she saw her nephew Bill appear in the doorway to the living room, talking to her mother-in-law. "Merry Christmas Billy! You're under the mistletoe, you have to give your grandmother a kiss!" Tracey yelled excitedly at her nephew as she completely ignored Jill, another sister who looked miffed as Tracey blew off her greeting. Tracey wasted no time to moving toward the doorway, and the mistletoe hanging in it, her bells jingling and her heels clicking with each step. Bill bent down to give his grandmother a kiss on the cheek as she smiled and laughed, glad to be surrounded by family at Christmas time. There was no question that Bill stood out from the rest of his family. While most of his relatives were of slight build and hardly any of the men reached 6 feet in height, Bill was 6'5 and had a muscular build, though he kept a lean waist. Bill was also the only black person in the house, or in the whole town for that matter. He had been adopted by his missionary parents while just a baby, taken home and raised as their own. While everyone clearly knew that Bill was not a blood relative, most treated him as one of the family. His grandmother Carol, Tracey's mother, was definitely one of those people. "Merry Christmas Tracey! Where is my little girl?" Carol asked as Tracey approached. "Merry Christmas to you too Carol! It's so good to see everyone! Ariel is back there with Bob I think, still excited from opening presents." Tracey responded. Her eyes had lingered on her handsome, black nephew since she had said how good it was to see everyone. Bill was wearing jeans and a navy blue sweater that hugged his plentiful muscles. "Well I just have to go see that little sweetheart then." Carol said before moving into the throng of people surrounding the entrance. Tracey wasted no time moving to where Carol had been standing, next to Bill underneath the mistletoe. "Looks like we're under the mistletoe now Billy... you know what that means!" Tracey said, the enthusiasm thick in her high voice. Tracey smiled at Bill expectantly, her deep blue eyes gazing at him from between her finely curled eyelashes. Tracey's innocent, round face betrayed her excitement, as her eyebrows were raised and her perfect teeth all seemed to show as she smiled widely. Bill put his hands around his aunt's waist and stooped down, his face pushing near Tracey's. Bill's skin was an extremely dark ebony colour, and his features were generally thick and highly masculine. Tracey had closed her eyes and pressed her pink lips together expectantly. As most of their relatives chattered just a few feet away, Tracey and her black nephew Bill kissed under the mistletoe. Tracey felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body the moment Bill pressed his thick dark lips into hers. She held her hands behind her back as they kissed, hoping to prevent them from instinctively reaching out to touch Bill's ripped black body. Tracey's right heel rose slightly the moment that Bill's lips touched hers. It had been over two years since Tracey and Bill had first been together sexually, and Tracey's desire for him only seemed to intensify as time went on. Every encounter with Bill gave Tracey the mind blowing sex that she craved, and they only seemed to be getting better at exploring each others' bodies and providing carnal pleasure. Tracey considered marrying Bob to be the luckiest thing that she ever did, if not the smartest, as it allowed her to meet his adopted nephew Bill an eventually become his eager lover after he turned 18 and seduced her. Tracey was committed to Bill, and wore the anklet that he had given her on her right ankle every day. That day it was nestled under her sock. Tracey's whole body tingled as Bill kissed her, and she started to part her lips in an effort to start using her tongue. Bill quickly pulled back from Tracey, their kiss lasting just a few seconds and causing Tracey's hat to fall to the ground. Tracey was grateful that Bill was stronger than her and showed such restraint. Though she knew that he was right and they needed to keep their lust a secret from the family, inside Tracey felt only disappointment. I've got to get more than just one little kiss, Tracey said to herself as her mind raced. "I hate that stupid thing." Said Barry, Janice's husband, from inside the living room. This startled Tracey and caused Bill to start laughing. They both looked into the room where Barry stood, looking at them and the mistletoe above. Barry carried a wine bottle and wore what was clearly a homemade Christmas sweater, a distorted reindeer adorning his gut. A surly man with a pot belly and a thick brown moustache, Barry barely hid his contempt for hiss, particularly his black nephew. "What do you mean?" Tracey asked sweetly. "Stupid mistletoe... people canoodling in my house and... *hiccup*..." Barry wobbled as he grimaced at them. He was always somewhat disdainful toward Bill, and the feeling was certainly mutual. Barry seemed to become particularly agitated when Bill was near any of the women, who all happened to be white. "Just you stay away from my... *hiccup*... goodies, boy..." Barry continued, wedging the wine bottle between his arm and his side as he dug his hand into his stocking like a greedy child. "Go have a seat you old drunk." Bill said in his deep voice with a hint of menace that startled Barry. Bill and Tracey smirked at each other as Barry wobbled to the couch. Janice kept an immaculate house, with everything completely clean and each Christmas decoration perfectly in place. Even the tinsel on the tree was perfect, with each piece hung exactly the same way on branches that were all equidistant from each other. The sight of Barry's bloated and drunk self loafing around the house seemed so incongruous that they started laughing together. "Tracey, I just love your coat! Let me take it and put it in the bedroom with the others." Janice said as she made her way down the hall. Just like all of Bob's sisters, Janice was a mousy looking woman with plain brown hair. Just like her sisters she dressed conservatively, though Tracey noted that with her saggy breasts and comparatively unfit body Janice had no business showing off like Tracey did. "Thanks Janice, I had picked it up on that little trip Bob sent me on! I think I'm going to keep wearing it for now though, I'm a little chilly." Tracey smiled, always glad to receive a compliment. A proud fashionista, Tracey loved her outfit, the fancy coat and sexy stockings that showed off her body. I hope Billy likes my outfit, Tracey thought to herself as she played with her immaculately placed blonde hair that fell just a few inches past her shoulders. She also took a moment to remember the trip, when she and Bill had gone away together on her unknowing husband's dime. He might fail me in his husbandly duties, but how many husbands pay for their wife to go on a trip and get ravaged by a big black stud, Tracey happily mused. "Well that's fine I guess. I already turned the heat up so we'll be nice and toasty, and I'll have Barry work on the fire too." Janice said as she she stole a disbelieving look once again at Tracey's outfit. "Do you like the decorations?" Janice asked, proud of her hard work. It looked like a Christmas catalogue had thrown up in Janice's home, as various old fashioned Christmas decorations adorned the walls, the hard floor and even hung from the ceiling. "Everything is beautiful, Janice. You'll have to come over and see our house. I changed things up this year, trying to be more multi-cultural. We have lots of African decorations up that you just have to see!" Tracey said, discreetly rubbing her leg against Bill's jeans as she spoke. "That certainly sounds... interesting. You have to excuse me though, I have to help Barry with the fire." Janice said as she walked between her nephew and her sister to get to the living room. "Don't let the drunk bastard fall in." Bill said under his breath. "Go ahead and let him!" Tracey responded quietly as she giggled. Tracey then allowed her eyes to move back to her nephew as she surveyed his body. The Christmas season was as good to Bill as any other was, Tracey was confident. She let her eyes linger on the outline of his bulging pectorals before they moved down to his stomach. Those sexy black abs should never be covered up, Tracey lamented as she thought about Bill's body, her womanhood growing increasingly wet. Goodness gracious he's sexy, Tracey thought before a familiar interruption emerged. "Honey, I don't see Bill's present here." Bob said as he approached his wife and nephew. "Don't worry about it." Tracey responded quickly, angry that Bob had interrupted her thoughts. "Merry Christmas big guy." Bill said to his favourite uncle, even though he was far larger than him, in more ways than one. This caused Tracey to giggle slightly. "Merry Christmas, boss. I don't know how merry it's going to be though if your aunt lost your present." Bob responded. He had failed to find Bill's present in the large pile he had carried inside. Tracey had assured him weeks ago that she would take care of Bill's present, so he had not given it a second thought until now. "Bob, I said not to worry about it! Billy has something to unwrap later." Tracey gave a stern look to her husband before turning to Bill and grinning seductively as she played with the buttons on her coat. "Fine, fine. Let's go through here though, Ariel really wants to see the tree." Bob said, almost begging his wife. Tracey let out a large sigh. "Fine." Tracey said before turning away from her husband. She bit her bottom lip and gave Bill a longing look before walking into the living room, her husband following closely behind. I can't wait to see what she's packing inside that coat, Bill thought to himself as he wandered away from the living room and toward the kitchen. Bill wanted to get an early start on eating, figuring that he just might be needing his energy for later. Of all the girls that Bill had fucked, Tracey was definitely the most voracious partner. No one else got off on Bill's cock as much as his gorgeous aunt did, and she always did whatever it took to return the favour. Bill knew that for Tracey, nothing could get in the way of her and the big black cock that she loved to pleasure so much. On multiple occasions he had to reign Tracey in to keep her from exposing their affair due to her exuberance. Still, Bill was excited for the present that Tracey had planned for him. His could not get her outfit out of his mind, the sexy high socks with the winter coat that somehow managed to obscure Tracey's plump, firm ass. Thinking about Tracey's ass, softer and bigger than any that Bill had been with even though Tracey was a fit woman, caused a stirring in Bill's pants that reached over halfway down his thigh. The party continued as Tracey and Bill mingled with family. People shared their memories of Christmases old, told anecdotes from work and speculated on the Christmas dinner still to come. Ariel, the youngest of Carol's grandchildren by a number of years, ran throughout the house searching for hidden presents. Everyone laughed as Barry drunkenly stumbled into the tree, sending ornaments flying everywhere. The afternoon progressed as Christmas smells and songs filled the air, though for at least one person those smells and sounds were completely ignored. Tracey absentmindedly nodded and played with a button on her coat as relatives came by to talk to her. As her sister Nancy handed her a glass of wine and filled her in on the intricacies of baking holiday shortbread cookies, Tracey's eyes remained focused on the hallway. Bill was speaking to his aunt Janice, clearly joking about something they could both relate to. This simple, innocent sight filled Tracey with jealousy. I am the one that should be with Billy, Tracey thought to herself staunchly. Always. Even though Tracey knew that there was absolutely nothing sexual going on between Bill and Janice, she still felt extremely envious. Tracey hated when another woman, any woman, got to be alone with Bill. He's MY man, Tracey thought to herself possessively. That's MY man, and MY Big Black Cock. Just thinking of Bill's huge black rod caused Tracey's pussy to gush. I should be the one talking to Billy... looking at him... touching him... feeling him... sucking him... fucking him... Tracey was on her knees at the end of Janice's hallway, across from the front door. Completely naked, she happily went to work. Ten inches of the thickest, blackest cock that Tracey could imagine was throbbing in her mouth. Tracey felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment as she licked along Bill's dong and knew that she was bringing him pleasure. He always tries to kiss me, Tracey thought of her husband. He should know that THIS is what my mouth is for, Tracey thought as she engulfed the whole black monster, pressing her lips into Bill's scrotum, her forehead resting on his hard abdomen. My mouth is for pleasing Big Black Cocks, Tracey thought contentedly. As she pulled her head back, the door at the end of the hallway suddenly opened. Tracey still had the big, bulging knob of her nephew's cock in her mouth as everyone pushed into the house. First was Bob, followed by his mother and sisters, then their families, even the fat old racist Barry. For a moment Tracey felt shock and fear, but those feelings almost instantly disappeared and were replaced by joy. Tracey began sucking on Bill's cock again, right in front of her husband's, and Bill's, family. Now they know! Tracey was overjoyed that everything was out in the open as she once again engulfed Bill's cock with her mouth. Now he knows why he could never please me, Tracey told herself as she looked at Bob's shocked face. Not with that little white penis.Now they know what they've all been missing out on, Tracey told herself as she licked along Bill's throbbing black member, loving each inch of black flesh as she stared at the stunned white faces. When Bill suddenly started cumming all over her, shooting his thick load all over her beautiful face, blonde hair and voluptuous breasts, Tracey felt nothing but relief. There's no taking it back now, she thought with a huge smile... "Tracey?!" Nancy's voice startled Tracey from her fantasy. "What's the matter? You were staring off into the hallway, and you started whimpering or something." Nancy continued, her face conveying her confusion and concern. "Oh it's... nothing... just nothing..." Tracey forced the words out. NO! Tracey's heart sunk. She wished that she could live in that fantasy world. No more sneaking around, just happiness. Her eyes still on Bill and her desire almost overwhelming, Tracey was desperate for him. When she saw him turn away from Janice and toward the doorway to the living room, she made her move. As swift as a cheetah, Tracey blew past Nancy, ignoring her inquiries as to whether or not Tracey was ok. The glass in Tracey's hand spilled red wine on the floor as she moved so quickly, but Tracey did not care. Her tunnel vision was so great that she did not even see the toy that her daughter had left on the floor. Once she stepped on it Tracey lurched forward, falling short of her ultimate goal and into someone's arms. "You're awfully lucky, little lady." Bob said, smiling at his wife after catching her. Bob was not an ugly man, and many women surely found him handsome, but he did nothing for Tracey. Not anymore. "Get your hands off me Bob!" Tracey said abruptly, her desire and embarrassment making pleasantries seem irrelevant. Her wine now spilled, Tracey continued on her short quest. "Billy! Mistletoe!!" Tracey said cheerfully as she came to the doorway. Bill was standing there, leaned against the side of the frame with a grin on his face. Damn she's desperate, he laughed to himself. Tracey almost jumped into Bill's lips, pressing herself into him forcefully. More discretion was needed for this kiss as the family was not particularly distracted, but the passion involved was too strong. Tracey managed to press her tongue past Bill's thick lips and into his mouth, brushing it softly against his tongue. Sensations rippled through both of their bodies. Still, Bill had the presence of mind to pull back from Tracey just as the length of their kiss was about to pass beyond any reasonable point of innocence. He could not be sure that anyone was actually watching, but people would quickly notice a long kiss in the doorway between the huge black man and his aunt. Bill was always careful to hide the affair, wanting to preserve his family relations. The sex with Tracey was far too good to pass up, but he sought to be discreet when possible. A little playfulness was always welcome from time to time, but when Tracey got especially horny Bill often had to be on guard. There was no doubt that this was one such occasion. Tracey's (almost) Christmas Miracle "I love mistletoe." Tracey said softly after the kiss as she looked into Bill's dark brown eyes. Bill looked to his side and quickly moved away, leaving Tracey once again disappointed. In just a moment Tracey knew why he had moved, as her husband quickly slipped into place across from Tracey underneath the mistletoe. "Have to kiss under mistletoe!" Bob said excitedly, his face plainly hopeful as he puckered up. "Oh let me give you a hand with that Janice!" Tracey exclaimed as she quickly walked away, pretending not to have seen or heard her husband. How could I kiss him just after kissing Billy, Tracey thought to herself disgustedly. That's like going from the creamiest chocolate ever to liver and onions! Gross! Tracey could barely ever bring herself to kiss her husband, but definitely not after kissing Bill. Going from Bill's thick, luxurious lips and his soft tongue that had explored so much of her body, both inside and out, to Bob's desperate, thin, slobbering lips was just too much to ask. Tracey made her way into the kitchen, glad for her escape from Bill. The women were in the kitchen, Bob's mother Carol with his sister Janice fussing over the turkey that was for supper while his sister's Nancy and Jill sat at the table, popping chocolates into their mouths. "Take a seat Trace!" Nancy said from the table in the corner. "Yes, yes, join us." Jill implored her. "Absolutely!"Tracey said as she walked to the table and sat down, glad not to be assisting Janice as she worried about every little aspect of the turkey. The act of sitting caused Tracey's coat to rise up, exposing what her sisters, already somewhat taken aback by her outfit, would deem a scandalous amount of leg. Tracey decided to place her legs underneath the table, hopeful that the wrong eyes would not notice. "MMMMMMMMM I just love chocolate, even though it's bad for me. Don't you Tracey?" Nancy asked. "I just love it... it's my only weakness." Jill chimed in. "I... I have to agree with that!" Tracey said as the women laughed. Chocolate definitely is not bad for you though, Tracey concluded confidently. She watched the women as they popped more chocolates into their mouths, and Tracey indulged as well. A tremendous body was Tracey's reward for her discipline, which involved regular exercise and a pretty healthy diet. Tracey was still quite proud of her curves however, particularly the looks they brought her way, and never starved herself or denied herself a reasonable treat. All of my treats are chocolate, Tracey said to herself amusedly. My chocolate actually keeps my body firm! "At Christmas I just like to give in and go wild on chocolate!" Nancy stated before consuming another piece. Tracey nodded vigourously in response, conveying her agreement. Her pussy ached for contact as she became increasingly desperate for Bill and his payload of chocolate. The jingling of bells was heard as Tracey started playing gently with the bells high on her sock, hoping to distract herself. "Did you by any chance bring your famous Oreo truffles, Tracey? There's something so nice about the way the chocolate and the white stuff mix together." Jill asked optimistically. Tracey just shook her head, her mind wandering from the conversation taking place directly in front of her. "Oh well. There's just something about a big, hard piece of chocolate that's hard to beat!" Jill said pleasantly as she took another bite. Tracey barely responded, although she knew that Jill was more right than she could even imagine. While Tracey thought about the joys of chocolate, her hands moved further and further up her thighs... Tracey brought her lips and tongue up along Bill's torso, kissing and licking every dip and bulge of his black muscles. Laying naked in the kitchen on top of her equally unclothed nephew had Tracey in a frenzy. She eventually made her way up to the rocklike chest and began circling the black nipples with her tongue. Feeling Bill's hard, strong body underneath her, with the lustrous black skin bare against her own, always made Tracey feel like the luckiest person in the world. It also made her incredibly horny. As her lips and tongue made their way to the thick neck, Tracey reached behind her and grabbed the big black anaconda behind her. Feeling its power in her small hands, the monstrous serpent throbbing expectantly, caused Tracey to react on pure instinct, lifting her hips into the air until she hovered just above the object of her affection. Tracey wasted no time dropping herself onto her nephew. As Bill penetrated her, Tracey felt pleasure radiate from her pussy outward toward the rest of her body. She was now an expert at enveloping Bill's manhood, her pussy having been resized by her black nephew countless times. Still, he always managed to stretch Tracey to the limit, bringing her an intense pleasure that nothing in the world came close to matching. Bill began bucking his hips, and Tracey responded by humping back, sending the black cock into the deepest parts of her body. Tracey let out a screech of delight and threw her head back. She could now see the family appearing in the doorway, their faces once again shocked as they watched Tracey riding Bill in the middle of the kitchen floor. There's nothing I can do, Tracey told herself as both she and Bill continued. It's only natural for me to want the biggest, blackest cock inside me, and no one can match Billy! Tracey was glad that they could see her in her element. This is what's meant to be, Tracey admitted happily. Two people giving in and providing each other with endless pleasure. I'll never stop now, Tracey told herself Bill lifted his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He also intensified his thrusts, practically sending Tracey into convulsions as she gave no thought to the family watching her as she fucked her husband's black nephew. This is...so... OH... OH FU... OH FUCK... "Oh my goodness Tracey!" Carol said, shocked. "I've never heard you swear before." Jill stated,also surprised. Tracey realized as she pulled her damp fingers out from underneath the table that she must have let slip as she became increasingly involved in her fantasy. The same fantasy that she wished more than anything was reality. "I'm so sorry ladies, I don't know what came over me! You'll have to excuse me." Tracey said before standing up from the table. The women gave her curious looks as she left the room, glad to escape the awkward situation. "Look up!" Bob's voice exclaimed from behind Tracey. He held the piece of mistletoe in his hand and dangled it over their heads. He had been waiting for Tracey to return to the living room from the kitchen, and was clearly proud that his little plan had worked. Tracey's face clearly indicated that she was less than impressed. When Bob pressed his lips toward Tracey, she only had time to ensure that he struck her cheek instead of her lips. Tracey rolled her eyes as Bob achieved his lofty goal. "Grow up Bob! You're like a little boy, desperate for a kiss. So pathetic." Tracey said, shaking her head in the direction on her dejected husband. "Give me that." Tracey said as she grabbed the ornament. Ariel was nearby and Tracey handed the mistletoe to her daughter, content she would not spring such an unwelcomed surprise on her. "Alright everyone, time for some family films! No arguments, everyone grab a seat while we set up." Carol said as she came into the room. The family responded by sitting all around the living room, some in chairs while others sat on the carpet near the fireplace. Tracey sat on the large blue couch, Bill next to her on the end. Bob sat sulking at the other end, one sister and one brother sitting between him and his wife. The family laughed together as old videos showed younger versions of the people in the room as they mugged for the camera. Tracey was happy to be distracted by her daughter instead of the inane video, as she sat on her lap and played with the mistletoe. "Kiss time Mommy." Ariel said as she held the mistletoe over Tracey's head. Tracey responded by crinkling her nose and kissing her daughter, sending the little girl into fits of laughter as she discovered the new power that the mistletoe gave her. This sequence repeated several times. "What about your godfather?" Tracey asked Ariel, looking toward Bill. He was clearly amused by the scene to his right as Tracey played with her daughter. "Kiss time Billy." Ariel said as she held the mistletoe over her godfather. She once again laughed hysterically when he responded by giving her a small kiss. "OK you go over and see Daddy sweetheart." Tracey said as Ariel climbed off the couch and then moved toward the other end. Billy really would be an amazing father, Tracey thought to herself as she swooned. The thought of having a child with Bill made Tracey's ovaries rumble like nothing else. With Ariel gone, Tracey snuggled into Billy, leaning against him and pressing into him as much as possible. In almost no time Tracey had positioned herself so that she was practically on Bill's lap, confident that no one would notice as they watched the movie. She can't just tease me like this, Bill told himself slyly as Tracey's sweet perfume filled his nostrils. He associated the smell with wild, passionate sex and found it to be almost intoxicating. Slowly, Bill brought his face toward Tracey, his head perched just above the white fur lining of her jacket. Burying his face in Tracey's slender neck, Bill began slowly kissing her, eliciting a whimper from his lusty aunt. Bill then moved his hand to Tracey's soft thigh, though she nervously slapped his hand away. Tracey continued to press her thighs together and slap at Bill's hand, although as he nibbled his way higher Tracey's resistance faded. By the time Bill's mouth reached Tracey's earlobe, his hand was firmly grabbing her milky thigh. "Hope you got me something good for a present. I've got a package that you're going to go crazy for..." Bill whispered to Tracey before biting down gently on her earlobe. Bill felt Tracey's legs part, the warmth emanating from her loins gave a clear invitation to his hand. Bill's powerful hand crept closer and closer to Tracey's eager pussy as the family watched themselves on the television. "I think it's time now Bill." Janice's voice was directed toward Bill's ear from above. From her angle, it appeared as though Bill was just whispering something to his very interested aunt. Both Bill and Tracey had forgotten that he was supposed to dress up as Santa Claus that afternoon. The family wanted to surprise Ariel with a visit from Santa, and when her uncle Barry refused it was Bill who was volunteered for the role. He reluctantly got up from the couch to fulfil his obligation as Tracey slowly slid off his lap, her eyes watering as her body realized that Bill's touch was no longer imminent. As Bill left the room, and headed to Janice's bedroom to change, the rest of the family continued watching the video. Tracey noticed that the events on screen were now much more recent, as she looked at the big dance from Jill's wedding. A slight sense of dread filled Tracey as she realized what was soon to come. Just two minutes later the video jumped ahead to Tracey's wedding to Bob. The people in the room all looked at Tracey and smiled, and Tracey knew that she had to force herself into a big, fake smile to appease them. As she forced herself to smile and watch the screen, Tracey reflected on her marriage. She was 24 years old in the video, beautiful in her white wedding dress as she smiled at Bob. I was so young and stupid, Tracey thought as she continued forcing her lips into a smile. At age 22 Tracey returned home from university, a changed and frustrated young woman. Early on in her freshman year she had started having sex with black men. After her very first encounter Tracey was hooked, and remained black exclusive for the duration of her time in university. This was a secret to her friends and family at home, and Tracey swore those who knew her at university to secrecy. There were no interracial relationships at home, in fact there was only one race in the whole town, and Tracey wanted to avoid any kind of scandal for herself or her family. Once home again, mainly to take care of her ailing father, Tracey struggled with the pool of men available to her, all white and precisely not what she was looking for. Bob had pursued her doggedly, never giving up even after Tracey had turned him down multiple times. Bob was handsome and successful, and Tracey's family and friends pressured her to date him. Eventually Tracey agreed, and found Bob to be a decent man who was completely devoted to pleasing her. He never stood a chance though, Tracey thought reflectively. I can still remember the first time I saw it... so little and pale. The first time that they had sex Tracey didn't know what to do with Bob's penis, as it paled in comparison to what she had grown accustomed to. She hardly felt a thing as Bob climbed on top of her and slowly thrust into her, lasting only two or three minutes. Tracey could still remember staying up for hours that night, wondering sadly what she had gotten herself into. It took almost a year, but Tracey finally convinced herself that she was in love with Bob and that they could be happy together forever. She told herself that her experiences in university were just experiments, and that she had moved on from that part of her life. Tracey agreed to marry Bob, and when they had sex there were times when Bob would rub against her clit enough to stimulate something that Tracey would convince herself was a real orgasm. The sexual frustration built up for Tracey as she tried to ignore it. The results of that frustration thrilled an unwitting Bob, as Tracey wanted sex every night in order to gain some satisfaction. He was up for that on most nights, and was blissfully content in their marriage. I was never truly happy after that day, Tracey told herself as she watched more clips from her wedding. Not until Billy reminded me of everything I tried to forget. Tracey felt a shiver go through her body. I guess it wasn't a total waste though, she thought as she tried to cheer herself up. I may never have met Billy if it wasn't for Bob, and I wouldn't have Ariel. I guess good things can come from bad situations, Tracey told herself. Still, a thought nagged at Tracey. What if I never married him... Tracey could not shake the thought from her head. I would have met Billy at some point, Tracey told herself as her pulse quickened. A big, handsome black man like that couldn't hide forever in a town like this. He's such a good athlete too, I would have seen him in the newspaper... Tracey became increasingly excited by this alternate universe that now existed in her mind. I would have met him sometime... I would have found him no matter what. I would have seduced him... or let him seduce me. I would have screwed him so good, every day and night, that he wouldn't need any other women. My family would understand once they saw him, talked to him, Tracey convinced herself. We would have so many little black babies... life would be so... perfect. "HO HO HO! Merry Christmas!" Bill's voice sounded, ending Tracey's newest fantasy. He came into the room in full Santa gear, much to the delight of young Ariel. There were issues with the costume however, as Bill was much taller and muscular than Barry, and as a result the costume was too small. Bill's black skin was visible at the bottom of the red pants that were clearly too tight for him as Tracey's eyes wandered to his impressive bulge. He barely fit into the red shirt, meaning that there could be no stuffing for the belly, and the bottom of his abdomen was also visible as well as the top of his chest and parts of his large forearms. Bill still wore the traditional Santa hat and beard however, and the overall package was enough to convince the little girl. The black Santa Claus walked over to the large armchair by the fireplace, pulled a belligerent Barry from it and sat down. "I heard there is a little girl here who was good all year long! I think I forgot to drop off one of her presents last night, so I made one last stop before I head back to the North Pole!" Bill said, making his deep voice sound as husky as possible. Ariel's eyes lit up and she ran toward him and jumped into his lap. Everyone watched and laughed as Bill played Santa for his young cousin. She was ecstatic to receive her new present and wasted no time in unwrapping it for all to see. When she was done, Ariel left Bill's lap and moved to show her mother the newest toy that she had been given. "Anyone else who wants to sit on Santa's lap?" Bill asked, with more than a twinkle in his eye. "I do!" Tracey hollered quickly. Before making her way to Bill, she whispered something into her daughter's ear. Once finished, she hopped into his lap, straddling his legs with her own. The upper parts of Tracey's thighs were exposed for all to see, and she could not have cared less. "Well well young lady, I think you've been very naughty this year!" Bill said, causing the room to laugh and Tracey to giggle deviously. "Maybe just a little bit..." Tracey said coyly, her facial expression one of excitement. "Young lady, I have something big for you this year. A really big package, and some treats from by big black sack!" Bill said, his voice deep and laced with hidden meaning. "Give it to her Santa!" Nancy hollered as Tracey began to feel the outline of Bill's cock underneath her ass. "Go easy on her..." Bob said, protective of his wife as Tracey became more focused on the thickness underneath her. "No way, give it to her Santa!" Janice replied as Tracey felt Bill stir below. "I think Tracey should get something big, black and hard for Christmas!" Jill yelled. "That sounds... amazing..." Tracey said slowly as her mind wandered... He was relentless. Tracey was naked on all fours as Bill pounded into her rapidly, her toes and fingers digging into the rug in order to keep balanced. Tracey could feel the huge head of his cock slamming deep inside her, while the friction caused by ten inches of black steel had her right on the edge of a massive orgasm. Large, strong black hands were wrapped around Tracey's narrow waist as Bill somehow picked up the speed of his thrusts to an incredible level. Tracey's mouth was open as she moaned her approval, her delight and her complete devotion. This is what I need, Tracey told herself hurriedly as the astonished faces of the family once again came into view. No wonder they're shocked, Tracey thought to herself as she focused on her black nephew and what he was doing to her. They've never seen something as big and beautiful as Billy's Big Black Cock! This is what a man looks like, Tracey told herself as the orgasm built and Bill slammed him body into Tracey's behind repeatedly. This is what a man should do to a woman! This is how a real man, a BLACK MAN, fucks! Bill buried his cock into Tracey until his balls swung forward and slapped her crotch, sending her into a frenzy. I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW! I AM MEANT FOR BIG BLACK COCK AND NOTHING CAN GET IN THE WAY OF THAT!! Tracey screamed at them as her body prepared to explode in orgasm... "Trace, are you serious?" Jill asked her somewhat confused sister. "You mean you want some big piece of coal for Christmas? I don't think that cursing in the kitchen was enough to warrant a piece of coal." Carol said, confused but amused. Coal, Tracey thought to herself as she struggled to catch her breath. They were talking about a big, black, hard piece of... coal. I can't take this for much longer, Tracey told herself. "Mistletoe!" Ariel suddenly yelled from behind the large chair where her mother and the black Santa Claus sat. She raised her arm up in the air, with the mistletoe hanging just above their heads. Tracey's (almost) Christmas Miracle "Mommy kiss Santa! Mommy kiss Santa!" Ariel said as she laughed. Tracey had almost forgotten that she had whispered to her daughter that it would be funny to make Mommy and Santa kiss. Now, as she sat on Bill's lap a jumble of desire and lust in front of the family, Tracey knew that it was not a good idea. In spite of that knowledge, Tracey could not turn down the opportunity. I need him, she thought to herself as she turned away from the family and grabbed Bill's face to pull him toward her, the Santa beard not at all a deterrence. Tracey's mouth embraced Bill's lips, and he returned the favour. What appeared to the family to be a comical, exaggerated kiss was actually a desperately passionate kiss between two secret lovers. Tracey and Bill pressed their lips into each other as their tongues tangled in each others' mouths, their lips closing and opening around them. What I wouldn't give to be able to do this whenever I wanted, Tracey lamented. This went on for a few seconds, until Bill gave Tracey a pinch and she begrudgingly pulled away, pulling his full bottom lip along between her teeth until it sprang back. The family assumed that the kiss had been an exaggerated peck, done so as to amuse them as no one actually kissed that passionately. Tracey's husband Bob was unimpressed, having been spurned by his wife multiple times while she openly kissed his nephew under the mistletoe repeatedly. He would not bring up this displeasure however, being fearful of ruining what he hoped would be a Christmas present of the sexual variety later that evening from his wife. "I want that big black package sooooo fucking bad!" Tracey whispered into Bill's ear. "OK, very funny, now everyone settle down. It's time for church, so let's all get bundled up and head out! Tracey, since you kept your coat on you're ahead of the game." Carol said. It was tradition that the family went to church together before Christmas dinner. Tracey knew that, though she had no plans of going to church that afternoon. Tracey anxiously watched as the family trickled out of the living room in order to get their coats. Before long everyone was wearing their winter gear and was ready to depart. The only exceptions were Bill and Janice. "I'm staying home. It's going to take me awhile to get out of this costume, and I don't want to make you guys late." Bill said, knowing that there was no way he was leaving the house without first nailing Tracey. "We can wait for you dear, no problem. Your mother would be so disappointed if you didn't go." Carol pleaded with her grandson. Bill's parents were currently in West Africa on yet another mission, but there was no question that they would want him to go to church with the family. Bill was now in his 20s however and a confident, willful man. No one could force him to attend. "That's ok, I'll wait here. Maybe even get a little snack while everyone's out." Bill said with a wink. Tracey beamed from further back in the living room. "Oh no you aren't! I have to stay back here with the turkey, and there will not be any tasting it until dinner time!" Janice replied. Tracey's heart sunk. I cannot let her get in the way, Tracey said as she desperately moved toward Janice in the kitchen. "You go to church Janice! I'll watch the turkey, don't you worry." Tracey said, trying to disguise her desperation with helpfulness. "That's ok Tracey, you go with your little girl. It's my turkey, I'll watch it. Besides, I want everything to be just perfect." Janice responded, clearly intent on staying home. "Janice, I'm not feeling very good anyway. I've been wearing my coat since we arrived for goodness sake, I'll just die of chill if I have to go back outside. Let me handle it for you!" Tracey implored Janice, her facade cracking as her motivations were held just below the surface. "JANICE!! Let's get a move on..." Barry bellowed from the hallway before Janice could respond to Tracey. This distracted her, until her mother came into the kitchen. "Janice, we might need you to watch your husband. He's drunk as a skunk. Tracey can handle the turkey, and maybe her helpful nephew can give her a hand." Carol said, smiling as her eyes moved to everyone in the room, imploring her grandson to be a considerate gentleman. Janice gave a long, displeased sigh before speaking, as Tracey held her breath nervously. "Fine, mom. No sneaking a taste though Bill." Janice said with a frown as she looked at her oven. "Absolutely, aunt Janice." Bill said with a grin. "Good, let's go then. See you after church my dears." Carol said as she dragged her daughter from the kitchen. "Trace, remember to take the turkey out in half an hour and let it sit in its juices!" Janice said before disappearing from the room, clearly very concerned about the fate of her turkey. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Tracey squealed with delight as Janice left the room. Hopping up and down in her high heels and causing her bells to jingle, Tracey could barely contain her excitement. Bill was amused by his aunt celebrating their chance to be alone so excitedly. While he remained stoic, Bill was also tremendously grateful for the opportunity. She's definitely down to fuck, Bill told himself as he walked toward the hallway. He had been with Tracey earlier in the week, and with a few other girls since, but for every day they went without sex their desire for each other seemed to grow exponentially. This was particularly true when, as was the case that afternoon, Bill and Tracey were around each other and had to be discreet. The thick shaft of Bill's cock began to stiffen and rise as he leaned against the doorway and watched his relatives preparing for the short walk to church. "Bye everyone! Take your time out there, especially on the way back! It might get icy!" Tracey said, sounding oddly hopeful. "Just you mind the turkey... and keep that nig... boy away from my stuff..." Barry said loudly as he waddled near the door. His wife Janice, mortified, covered his mouth and pushed him out the door. Barry would not have slipped up in that manner if not for the alcohol, and Bill would not have taken such an insult under regular circumstances, but the thought of what was moments away kept him smiling as he took off his white beard. The family said their goodbyes and stepped past the doorway one by one. Bob looked sullen as he carried his daughter out the door while looking back at his wife, who seemed intent on spending as little time with him as possibly this Christmas, but he followed along with the rest. Once the final person left and closed the door behind them Tracey pounced on Bill, knocking him backward into the wall. They kissed wildly, a mess of lips, tongue and saliva. Bill brought his hands up to Tracey's blonde hair and grabbed two handfuls, while she pressed her hands into his chest, glad to finally be able to maul the black stud. Kissing Bill left Tracey lightheaded, as blood rushed throughout her body. She broke off their kiss and placed her head on his chest, feeling safe and secure. "We don't have much time, baby. You know what that means..." Bill said as he reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt. As he lifted the tight Santa shirt up, Tracey moved her head and marvelled at what Bill exposed. Now this is what a body is supposed to look like: Strong, hard and black! Incredible, Tracey thought to herself as she traced along the ridges of Bill's stomach with her lilly white finger, the contrast exciting her just as it always did. "Present time." Bill said deeply and firmly, smacking Tracey on the ass as he looked into her gorgeous, deep blue eyes. Tracey beamed at him and turned toward the living room, picking her Santa hat up as she sauntered inside. Her nephew followed right behind her as the bells on her socks jingled pleasantly. Bill sat in the Barry's big chair by the fireplace, his large black frame filling it more than his chubby uncle ever did. Tracey stood in front of him, her legs spread apart as she leaned to one side and stared lustily at the dark abs, chest and biceps in front of her. Bill had enjoyed looking at Tracey's lithe legs, her Christmas socks clinging to them so tantalizingly, but he was ready for more. "Well, I wanted to get my man something that he likes, so I started thinking... what does Billy like?" Tracey said sweetly as she undid her top two buttons in the first row on her coat. "I realized that I definitely know what my man likes..." Tracey said sweetly once again, as she undid the second row of buttons while Bill nodded and licked his lips. "And I wanted something that we could enjoy... together..." Tracey said as she undid the last row of buttons. "Merry Christmas Billy." Tracey said as she dropped her coat to the floor. Bill's magnificent aunt now stood in front of him, her scandalous Christmas outfit barely concealing her sexy white body. In addition to her hat, red heels and striped high socks, Tracey wore a tiny red silk skirt that barely covered her pussy and only fell low enough to cover half of her thick, fleshly ass. Bill had forbidden Tracey from wearing panties around him, and he could clearly see that she had once again followed his instructions perfectly. Above that was her exposed waist, nicely toned and narrow. Tracey wore a small red bra with white trim that did little to obscure her generous cleavage. Now this is a body meant for getting black topped, Bill thought to himself as he reached forward and grabbed Tracey around the back, pulling her toward him as her hat fell to the floor. Tracey straddled Bill and held the back of his neck with one hand as he kissed her shoulder. With her free hand Tracey rubbed Bill's v-shaped back. I think he likes it, she thought to herself proudly as Bill's lips made their way down Tracey's neckline. Before long Bill was kissing the soft white flesh of Tracey's breast, his hands on the back of her bra. With one powerful yank the bra snapped and Tracey's tremendous tits sprang free. Bill threw Tracey's bra into the fire behind him, implicitly knowing that it would no longer be needed. Bill quickly sucked Tracey's pink nipple into his mouth, sending ecstasy through her body as he began pinching the other nipple between his fingers. Ohhhhhh there's nothing sexier than a black man just taking what he wants, Tracey said as Bill played with her body. Bill allowed Tracey's incredibly soft skin to fill his mouth, the hard nub of her nipple the target of his warm, wet tongue. He sucked Tracey's breast in and out of his mouth while Tracey moaned with each flick of his tongue over her nipple. Bill took great joy sucking on Tracey's breasts, content in the knowledge that they were for him only, her children included. Black owned, Bill said to himself as he moved his mouth across to Tracey's dry, erect nipple. She once again moaned her approval at this act. Bill slid his hands down past the small of Tracey's back to the bulge of her ass, the little skirt she was wearing proving to be little more than an ornament on her fantastic body. Bill grabbed the white mounds of Tracey's butt tightly, her flesh more than ample enough to fill each hand. Tracey loved when Bill grabbed her body possessively. I love being Billy's plaything, Tracey thought as endorphins rushed through her body. Bill's tongue and lips continued to bring pleasure to Tracey's tits as his hands squeezed her ass ever tighter. Blacks only, Tracey said to herself happily as she focused on the feeling of Bill's ebony hands on her. "I want you to wreck this present baby!!" Tracey yelped as Bill continued going to work on her tits and ass. Heeding Tracey's advice, Bill let go of Tracey's body with his hands and mouth. "Knees. Now!" Bill ordered, as Tracey slid down his body to the rug in front of the chair, a dozey expression on her face. She got off on following Bill's instructions and couldn't wait for what was next. A real man doesn't ask, Tracey told herself. He demands what is rightfully his. "Time to open your present." Bill said, spreading his legs and smirking as he saw the look of wonder on Tracey's face. Tracey's hands flew to the top of Bill's tight red Santa pants. I'm so spoiled, Tracey thought as she tugged on the pants. It was a struggle to get the pants down, as they caught on Bill's ass, thighs and calves. Screw this powerful black body, Tracey said to herself facetiously as the struggle continued. I fully intend to, she added as she finally made some progress and the base of Bill's cock became visible. This sight never failed to send Tracey into a frenzy, and she responded to it by pulling on the pants with tremendous force. Bill's package sprung free, and Tracey marvelled at the thick chocolate stick in front of her. At least ten inches and almost unfathomably thick, Bill's jet black cock was sporting a small red ribbon tied into a bow just a few inches above the bulbous head. "AWWWWW! It's the best present I've ever been given!" Tracey said, completely earnest as her eyes were wide and merry. She kissed the tip of Bill's head, tasting a bit of salty precum and savouring it. Tracey then greedily sucked her nephew's black cock into her mouth, untying the bow just before her lips shot past it and toward Bill's crotch. Nothing says love like a Big Black Cock, Tracey thought to herself as she felt the pulsating blackness fill her mouth and throat. Shit I'm not going to last too long, Bill thought as Tracey got to work on him, circling his dark plum-like head slowly and purposefully with her tongue. Between Tracey's skill and the tension that had built up due to their teasing throughout the afternoon, Bill knew that he would cum quickly and powerfully. Deciding to enjoy the experienced while it lasted, Bill looked down in order to take in the visual. Tracey's small white hands rested on his sinewy black thighs, the diamond on her wedding ring, largely rendered an expensive trinket, now rather dull. Tracey wore the ring on a finger which always had its nail painted black. Bill looked at his aunt's beautiful face, everything flawless as she inhaled his black package past her pink lips. Tracey knew exactly what she was doing as her lips and tongue worked together brilliantly, sending ripples of pleasure throughout Bill's body. The young black man started thinking about his uncle's wife as his balls started rumbling. That's my uncle's sexy ass wife on my dick, Bill thought to himself as Tracey started deepthroating him. That beautiful white face in my crotch... those soft lips that are supposed to kiss him are wrapped tight around my dick... her tongue massaging my black baby maker... those blue eyes staring at me as she does whatever she can to please me, not him... oh fuck... Tracey watched as Bill suddenly stood in front of her. Never stopping her work, Tracey pressed her face into Bill until her bottom lip touched the top of his full black sack. Her nose pressed into the black pubic region, the short hairs tickling her cute nose, though Tracey was experiences enough when it came to blowing her big black nephew that it did not hinder her in any way. Tracey deeply breathed in the musky, masculine smell that drove her wild. If I could bottle this I would wear it as perfume every day, Tracey decided as she smelled her nephew's black manhood. I never want to smell anything else. Tracey slowly pulled her head back, wiggling her tongue along the hard underside of Bill's shaft as she did so. I'll never have a tastier chocolate treat, Tracey confidently concluded. She did not notice when Bill had reached back to grab the stocking with the big B in front that hung on the mantle over the fireplace, but she did notice when Bill's other hand grabbed her head. He began rapidly stabbing at Tracey's mouth with his cock, his hand holding her head in place with its powerful grip. Tracey knew that Bill was in complete control as she pressed her palms into his ass cheeks and held on, ecstatic that he was using her body to get off. The thought of her body being used as a tool for getting a big black cock to cum, especially one as big and black as Bill's, had Tracey on the verge of cumming herself. Bill was so forceful as he fucked Tracey's face that he even caused her knees to rub continually into the carpet. Just as she could feel the cock begin twitching in her mouth, Tracey was shocked that Bill pulled out. "Jerk it. Now!!" Bill exclaimed, holding the stocking out in front of his rock hard member. Tracey giggled as she obediently began stroking Bill's cock with both hands, twisting and turning them in an effort to touch every inch of the black monster. It was only seconds before the first gigantic gob of Bill's jizz shot out and went straight into Barry's stocking. Bill continued to shoot thick strands of semen into his racist uncle's stocking, glad to be cumming and also happy to stick it to the old fool. While Tracey enjoyed the thought of Barry coming into contact with Billy's juices, she still felt a sense of melancholy. Strong black seed belongs in white women, Tracey thought to herself as she watched another thick deposit of semen shoot out of the vertical slit and into the stocking. Billy's seed belongs in me! Before the next wad could be shot Tracey pushed the dark bazooka into her mouth, unable to stand the thought of more of Bill's sperm rockets landing anywhere other than her mouth. The increased stimulation caused Bill to somehow start cumming even faster than before, his hips bucking wildly. Tracey blocked the first blast of sperm with the bottom of her tongue, wanting to keep some of the rich seed in her mouth to enjoy. The hot, thick, sticky liquid tasted better to Tracey than anything that she had received in her own stocking. Screw the turkey this is all the gravy I need, Tracey thought as the taste of black cum drove her wild. The next wad struck the back of Tracey's throat with great force, before Bill's hot baby batter slid down Tracey's throat to her eager belly. This continued for over a minute, with Tracey occasionally keeping some in her mouth so that she could enjoy the taste. When Bill's black firehose finally stopped, he moved backwards into the chair as Tracey leaned back on her heels. Bill never complained about Tracey finally deciding to take him into her mouth. I could nut in that mouth every damn day, he said to himself as he enjoyed the blissful feeling flooding his body. "I know you've still got more game than that." Bill said with a chuckle as he relaxed in the chair. "Of course!" Tracey replied, rising to her feet. Her pussy was still throbbing as she had not yet climaxed. Thank god Billy is such a man, Tracey thought as her lips creased into a smile. He's always ready for some more. Tracey took a step forward so that she was directly in front of Bill before turning around, exposing her ass proudly to him. The silky red fabric sat on top of her ass as though it was a fleshy shelf. The skirt was completely useless as a means of providing any modesty, which was just what Tracey had hoped for. I'm so glad I have a big butt, Tracey thought to herself as she watched Bill staring at her. I just love having black men watching me. Bill was happy to oblidge Tracey as he soaked in the image in front of him. He was always amazed at the way Tracey's slender waist mushroomed into wider hips and then an even larger booty. Equally astonishing was that Tracey's round, plump ass did not sag at all. Her weekly regimen of running, doing squats and fucking her nephew left Tracey in great shape and with a killer body. Bill continued watching as Tracey began seductively swaying her hips, her succulent rump shaking from side to side. Seeing that great white piece in motion always got Bill excited, and he felt his cock stir slightly already. This was not missed by Tracey, as the sight encouraged her to move her body even more sensually. Tracey started moving her hips in a circular motion as she bent her knees, and watched as Bill followed her ass as though he was hypnotized. God damn that's beautiful, Bill thought to himself as blood rushed to his main extremity. Feeling his excitement, and feeling increasingly aroused due to