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Christmas Eve

By: WarmMeUpNow



Marcus and I had been talking for months about getting together with his friend Julia for a threesome. I had never been with a woman before and liked the thought of doing it for Marcus. Julia had agreed to the idea too; she wanted to find out just what a good little slave I can be. The problem was that we all had such busy schedules and finding a convenient time was proving to be a nightmare. Finally, we set the date for Christmas Eve. 

Being a woman, the first question on my lips when we finally got to the day was, "What do I wear?"

"Don't be such a daft bugger Beth," was all Marcus could say. "Whatever you wear won't be on for long."

There are some things a man will never understand. Being new to the two-woman thing, I wanted to make a really good impression on Julia when we got there. It meant a lot to me that she would be turned on. After much deliberation (and after trying on several outfits) I settled for a pair of black shorts and a slinky red tie-dye top which accentuated my breasts. Marcus put on the first thing he saw when he opened the cupboard and still managed to look great.

All the way there I shivered with anticipation. We had all agreed that we would have a nice relaxing dinner first and see how the night progressed. Being the submissive type, it was not for me to start things off. Marcus would lead the night when both he and Julia were ready. Lucky for me, we started just after dinner had finished.

"Don't move" Marcus ordered, "I am putting your collar on."

"Will she do as I say now?" Julia questioned; the eager anticipation showing in her voice.

"She will now that I have told her to." Marcus replied giving me a tap on the head to make sure I understood.

"I will be good!" I swore.

"Then get up and take off your clothes please," he commanded.

Nervously, I rose from my seat and stood at the end of the table. I felt like a little kid waiting for praise for a picture I had drawn.

"Come on then; off with those clothes!" Marcus demanded.

"But I am shy!" I managed to rely timidly.

"Don't be silly" Marcus reprimanded, "You have your collar on and will do exactly as I say with absolutely NO question!"

I love Marcus more than anyone can imagine and his pleasure meant so much to me at that moment that I really would have done anything. I slowly removed my top and shorts, leaving my black lacy bra and g-string on for appraisal. Marcus' voice became a little huskier as he ordered me to remove the bra and panties too. I abided by his instructions and discarded my underwear with slow seductive movements. I could see the lust in both his and Julia's eyes growing with each piece of clothing being shed. 

It isn't as if I have the most beautiful body in the world. Not that I am ugly either; I never seem to be short of admirers when we go out. I am an average Australian woman: about a size 12 (equivalent to about a size 10 in American sizes) with size 36D breasts, brown hair and eyes. I guess the most attractive parts of me at that moment were the passion in my eyes and (of course) my shaved pussy which was puffy and wet with anticipation of the evening ahead. Boy, was I horny at that moment!

"Over here" Julia said huskily.

I shuffled over to her chair at the other end of the table. She ran her hand gently over my left breast and rolled my nipple in her fingers. My nipples are the cute type; a bit over an inch in diameter when erect (like they were). Julia then ran her other hand over my right breast and leaned towards me, lips reaching for my right breast. She brushed her lips against the nipple and then extended her tongue towards me. I could barely control myself and the juices started flowing freely inside me. By the time her tongue flicked against my nipple and her lips closed around it I was ready for the first orgasm of the evening.

Seeing how horny I was, Marcus assisted Julie in getting her top off so that I could return the caresses she was giving me. It was my first experience of playing with a nipple (other than my own of course!). I approached it gingerly but once it was on my tongue I couldn't resist sucking and squeezing her breast. Her moans of pleasure encouraged me and I spent the next few minutes sucking, kissing and massaging both breasts. 

"Okay, enough for now!" Marcus ordered. 

"Why stop her?" Julia wanted to know.

"You need to take the rest of your clothes off too" Marcus declared as he himself shed his clothes.

Together, Marcus and I stripped Julia's shorts and underwear off her. I can honestly say that for the first pussy I had ever seen swollen and very obviously horny, it was beautiful. She had a nice fine layer of dark pubic hair which begged to be stroked. I started to move my hands toward her but Marcus stopped me with a curt order to stand still and wait. 

Moving the chair so that Julia was facing me Marcus then allowed me my first touch of a woman's pussy. I don't know whose sigh of ecstasy it was as my hand slowly stroked through the pubic hair and down to the moist interior, Julia's or my own. Perhaps we sighed in unison...

"Is that nice?" Marcus asked.

"Oh yes" Julia and I answered in harmony, then giggled.

"Beth, you make sure you do what Julia wants" commanded the boss. "Remember you are our slave tonight and you must do whatever we ask."

"Okay" I answered.

"No!" Marcus barked, "You say 'Yes Master' or 'Yes Mistress' when you address Julia or I!"

"Yes Master" my meek voice replied.

Julia sighed at that point and wriggled to open more of herself to me. Marcus saw the movement and suggested that she join me on the floor so that I could access the whole of her. She lay next to me and we cuddled to feel our breasts pressing against one another. I still had my hand caressing her pussy and could tell that she was quite excited. Still, it was not for me to initiate anything so I continued just as I was, one finger sliding gently in and out of her moist centre.

"Would you like Beth to lick your pussy?" Marcus asked Julia.

"Oh yes please" she replied a little breathlessly.

I smiled as I moved down towards that wonderful area. I have always wanted to smell, taste and touch and I was finally getting the chance! My right hand slid down over her stomach, through her pubic hair and joined my left hand at the crevice between her legs. I used my thumbs to lead the way along the chasm and pushed gently on her knees with my elbows to open her legs a little more. Seeing my target, I leaned forward and tasted the core of her. A little salty, a little sweet. Her clitoris was extended and begging to be touched so I ran my tongue all along her from back to front. When I got to that pert little clitoris I sucked gently and was rewarded with a moan. This being all the encouragement I needed, I enthusiastically pursued my goal. Licking vigorously, sucking and manipulating with my fingers I made her so wet I thought I was in heaven!

I wondered what Marcus was doing at this time because I knew he had been looking forward to this moment as much as I had. When I glanced up at him with my tongue buried deep inside Julia he beamed at me and nodded as if to indicate that I was doing very well. I could see that his penis was extremely hard so I knew he was getting off on it all.

Julie grunted and shifted slightly so I looked at her. She had obviously had enough for the moment as she then slid up and ordered me to lie down. She then proceeded to lick me with the vigour that I had used on her. It didn't take long before I was absolutely desperate for something inside me and Julie could tell that. She slid a couple of fingers inside my pulsating pussy and made me orgasm immediately. I am fortunate that I can have a seemingly endless number of orgasms so it wasn't a concern that I had one so early in the evening. Sensing that there was more room that could be made, Julia tried another finger and then another. A few strokes later she inserted her thumb too.

"I can't believe it!" she exclaimed to Marcus. "I have my whole fist in her!"

Marcus smiled. "She is a good little slave" he agreed.

Having always had a fantasy of me in a jelly wrestle or similar, I understood why Marcus presented Julia and I with a bottle of baby oil and suggested we rub each other with it. Julia squirted some on my breasts and stomach first and we commenced writhing around on the floor rubbing all the different parts of our bodies together. What surprised me was my attraction to the feeling of some of the different parts of Julia's body. Naturally, I loved the way her breasts were so full and aroused but it was the curves of her hips and the skin under her breasts and on her neck which found me breathless. Such an exquisite sensation; rubbing my hands, my feet, my breasts and my pussy across another woman's body.

"I think you are getting your own way a little too much Beth!" Marcus growled at me.

"Sorry Master" I demurely answered.

"She does enjoy herself, doesn't she" Julia agreed with Marcus. 

Slyly, Marcus then showed Julia a pair of handcuffs and asked her to put them on me. He then assisted her in putting my ankle restraints on and attaching them to the spreader bar designed solely for the purpose. This meant that I could no longer close my legs or control which way I lay. I then had to endure watching Marcus and Julia spend a bit of time caressing one another. It was probably only a minute but it felt like hours! I so wanted to join in and play with them.

Marcus turned me over so that I was on my knees with the handcuffs and spreader bar still keeping me from having freedom of movement. He then slid a couple of fingers deep into my pussy, so far that it made me squirm a little. He didn't like the movement and gave me a slap on the bum.

"Stop squirming little slave!" he ordered.

Julia then asked "Please let me play with her a little more?"

"Yes Mistress!" I begged, earning another slap from Marcus for speaking when not being spoken to.

I was released from the handcuffs and the spreader bar but the ankle cuffs and collar remained to remind me of my slave status. Rolled onto my back, Julia was allowed to stroke and play with my pussy again. I orgasmed again and she withdrew her hand and bent back to lick my pussy. I could see Marcus approaching her from behind. He slid his penis into her pussy and although I couldn't see it from where I lay, I knew when it was all the way in from the look of pleasure on Julia's face. He has quite a large penis and I could tell from the little jerk that Julia made that it had hit the core of her being.

For a few minutes then I closed my eyes and took the pleasure that was offered to me. Julia licked and sucked my clitoris and Marcus pummelled her from behind. I opened my eyes after yet another orgasm to see Marcus smiling down at me and Julia licking her lips with pleasure. Oh, what a glorious evening this was proving to be!

"What else will she let me put in there?" Julia queried Marcus.

"Oh - she likes all manner of things!" Marcus exclaimed. "What do you want to try?"

I was very pleased when a large cucumber was presented and manipulated into my eager pussy. It gave that exquisite pleasure/pain that sends shivers down my spine even in memory. Oh, the feeling of being stretched to the limits. Having every bit of the tender skin inside me in contact with this large thing moving in and out, in and out. The texture of a piece of vegetable matter is much different to that of skin. All of the little lumps and bumps that nature bestows on a cucumber manage to rub on the sensitive bits inside me. I could feel my G spot being teased with every movement of this large green organic dildo. My back arched, my legs spread as far as they would go and my entire body gave over to the feeling of ecstasy that was being given to me. Even the pounding on my cervix was exquisite. I could hardly breathe with the anticipation of each movement, in and out, in and out. By that time my orgasms were so wet and often that the floor was soaking and it was proving to be a very slippery place. Julia withdrew the cucumber and, teasing me with it, Marcus took a huge bite.

Finally exhausted (but never satisfied) I wondered if Marcus had been getting enough attention. He hadn't had much involvement for a lot of the evening, Julia and I had gotten off so much on the two women thing. As if she were reading my mind, Julia suggested to Marcus that she suck his cock. The suggestion alone was enough to harden him to the maximum amount possible. Julia nuzzled his penis and ran her tongue up and down the firm shaft. I watched and stroked my own pussy and then started licking Julia's clitoris. She smiled at me and nodded approval before continuing her assault on Marcus' dick. He groaned in pleasure.

The picture of me licking Julia and Julia with a face full of his cock and balls combined with the intense sensations on his body must have been an awesome feeling. Just thinking about it was getting me off! I could see Julia's lips moving over the rim of his dick, her tongue flicking over the tip and all around the edge of the eye. I think the sight of her nuzzling his balls and running her tongue from his arse to the tip of his cock was the horniest thing I have ever seen. The moans Marcus was involuntarily expressing showed how much he liked it! His cock could not get any harder or redder; I thought he was going to explode! Julia then started to slide her lips up and down the firm shaft, slowly increasing in speed. Her saliva started to dribble a little over his balls and she ran her hands over them and through his pubic hair while sucking his dick. More nuzzling, more sucking, more quick licks and incredible fucking sensations.

All too soon, Marcus had finally had enough for the evening. He came all over Julia's face and down her breasts. I used my tongue to clean some of it off, earning more praise for this action. 

"You have been a very good girl Beth" Marcus crooned.

"Yes, she can come again anytime." Julia sighed in appreciation for my attentions on her body.

Released from my collar and ankle cuffs, we all showered and fell into bed completely exhausted. What a night it had been. I can't wait for the next!

Christmas Eve



"Eve, are you ready to go?" Christian asked his girlfriend of two years.

"Almost" she replied from the bathroom. Christian walked in and looked at her. Her five feet eleven inch tall, slender frame was dressed in a short, red velvet dress, thigh high stockings and high heels. The bodice of her dress pushed her perfectly shaped tits up until they practically spilled over the top of it. She looked like a Christmas present ready to be opened.

"My God you look amazing he said as he slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

"You don't look to bad yourself," she said checking out his perfectly tailored Armani suit in the mirror. "Now get off me so I can get these damn earrings on" she said as she wiggled out of his grasp. Christian did as she said but not without grabbing a handful of her gorgeous, firm and perfectly shaped ass first.

They drove to his bosses Holiday party across town. Christian had assured Eve that it was just a few of his coworkers and that they wouldn't stay long. Eve was really glad that she had gotten a head start on her buzz at home as she was sure this was going to be yet another boring Christmas party. They never did seem to attend any really good parties. When they arrived they were greeted at the door by a gorgeous woman dressed in a little black dress.

"Hi Chris," the woman said. "You must be Eve" she said as she placed her hand around Eve's waist and guided her into the room. Eve could have swore that the woman slipped her hand over her ass at one point but dismissed it as having had one too many glasses of wine before leaving the house.

"I'm Ellen, Don's wife. It's so nice to finally meet you," she purred "You are even prettier than Chris said you were" she continued. "Everyone, this is Eve, Chris' girlfriend," she said as she introduced the woman to the other people in the room.

"Eve, this is Dave and Donna, Mark and Marion and you know my husband, Don" she said as she conclude the introductions. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked as she released Eve and walked toward Christian.

"White wine if you have it thanks" Eve said.

"White wine it is. Christian?" she asked as she walked over to him and planted her hand in the middle of his chest. 

"Seven and Seven please" he replied.

"You got it" she said with a wink as she walked away to get their drinks. Eve started over towards Christian and was intercepted by Donna and Marion.

"It's so nice to finally meet you" Donna stated, almost drooling it seemed "and Chris was right, you are drop dead gorgeous" Donna finished as she ran her hand down Eve's arm.

"An absolute stunner" Marion agreed.

"Thank you" Eve stammered feeling the blood rush to her face. She was used to compliments but not the blatantly obvious affections of pretty women at parties.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment ladies" Eve said as she politely walked around them and made her way across the room to where Christian was standing with his boss and Dave.

"Gentleman," she began. "If I could just steal Chris for a minute" she said as she took Chris by the elbow and led him away. "Would you mind telling me why the fuck those women are all over me darling" she hissed at him when she got him out of ear shot of his friends.

"Okay, look," he started. "I knew if I told you before we got here, you'd never have agreed to come and well, I think that if you'd just have a few drinks and take one of these" he said producing a little green pill, "you'd have a blast" Chris said holding the pill out towards her.

"What the hell is that and what are you talking about?" Eve said with a bewildered look on her face.

"This is a 'girl's night' party and it's all about the women" he said" and from what Don said, he and Ellen have been having these parties for years. They're swingers and so are some of the guys at work. They get together from time to time and have theme parties. Tonight is 'girl's night'. Don said that the women are the only ones that derive any pleasure. The guys have to just sit and watch. We can't touch anything" Chris finished with a slight smile. 

"Are you telling me that you want me to participate in a fuck fest with these women Chris? Jesus!" Eve exclaimed. "I think you're the one on drugs" she said as she headed to the front door. 

"Hold these, I've got this" Ellen said as she handed Chris the drinks she had poured for them, walked past him and followed Eve out the front door and onto the porch.

"Eve, sweetie, wait," Ellen cooed. " You've got it all wrong. Men can be so stupid. They let their dicks get in the way of their mouths sometimes," she said smiling sweetly at Eve. "We don't want you to do anything you're not completely comfortable with. We enjoy what we do and we just thought that you might like it as well" she continued. "Look, it's not everyone's cup of tea, hell, I didn't really like the idea at first but now, I don't really enjoy sex with just Don anymore, just don't tell him that" she laughed as she continued. "Why don't you just give it a try? We are all very good at it and the ecstasy makes it even better, if that's possible" she finished cocking her head to the side and smiling almost hypnotically at Eve.

"It's not that I'm a prude," Eve began. "I mean, I've thought about it before. I'm sure most women have but I've never even kissed a woman before. I'm not sure I'd even know where to start" Eve said laughing nervously.

"Well darling," Ellen said stepping in closer to Eve and taking her by the hand. "You begin at the beginning" she said as she leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Eve's. Eve didn't know if it was the night air, the wine, the taste of Ellen's lip gloss or the combination of all of those things, but something stirred deep inside her. Eve stepped in closer to Ellen and her arms went around the woman's neck. Her lips parted and her tongue found the warm depths of Ellen's mouth. A slight moan escaped Eve. Ellen seized the opportunity to run her perfectly manicured hand up the front of Eve's dress to her half exposed breast. Eve sucked in her breath as Ellen gave Eve's nipple a light squeeze. Ellen was now returning Eve's kiss as passionately as she was getting it. Ellen released Eve's tit and slowly did the same to her lips.

"Mmmm" Ellen said as she stepped back to look Eve in the eyes. "That was one of the sweetest first kisses I've ever had" she said slowly licking her lips.

"Me too" Eve admitted.

"Come on, you'll have a blast, I swear!" Ellen said as she took Eve by the hand. Eve followed Ellen into the house. Ellen headed to where Marion and Donna were standing and Eve told her she'd be right there as she walked over to Chris.

"Okay, you want it, you got it" she said "Give me the pill" she demanded as she put her hand out. "Just remember, don't touch a thing and that includes your dick or we're out of her" she warned him as she took the pill, swallowed it down with a sip of her wine and walked off to his amazement. He didn't know what the hell Ellen had said to her but he sure was glad she'd said it.

Eve walked over to where the other women were standing. She suddenly felt she was going to fit right into their little circle. Donna slipped her arm around Eve's waist as Marion reached over and stroked her cheek. Eve could see that Christian was watching her every move and that's when she decided to give him something to watch. She slipped her arm around Marion's waist and pulled her close. Eve looked into the woman's eyes and placed her lips at the base of her neck. Donna caressed Eve's lower back, sliding her hand across her perfect ass as Eve kissed the hollow of Marion's neck.

Marion leaned her head back as Eve made her way slowly upwards. A moan escaped her lips as Eve used her tongue to trace a path up her neck to her ear. Marion couldn't help herself and claimed Eve's lips in a fevered kiss. Donnas' hand left Eve's ass and went around to one of her tits. She found Eve's nipple and gently squeezed it as she used her free hand to slide up the inside of Eve's dress. She found Eve's pantie covered mound and gently applied pressure to it with two of her fingers. Eve left Marion's lips and went to Donna. Ellen stood up from the couch where she'd been enjoying the show.

"Ladies, please, follow me" she said as she turned and headed to the bedroom. "Gentlemen, please allow us a few minutes to get our bearings" she finished as she walked passed them and winked at Chris. The women followed Ellen into the bedroom and proceeded to help each other out of their clothes. Once down to their bras and panties, the women piled into the middle of the bed laughing like school girls. Eve was beginning to feel the effects of the pill she had taken. 

Eve felt an overwhelming sense of peace and tranquility. She had no feelings of insecurity whatsoever. She didn't necessarily feel high but she did feel euphoric. She felt all of her senses heighten. She felt love, desire and she felt horny as hell!

"Ladies, you two already know the rules for tonight so I'll briefly go over them for Eve's sake," she began. "It's all about us tonight Eve, especially you. The men can watch, but not touch anything, not even themselves" she continued to the other women's giggles. "We can however, touch them if we choose. 

Chris is off limits, unless, it's alright with you," she said looking directly at Eve. Eve nodded her head in agreement. She figured she was in this far, why not go all the way. "Good," Ellen continued "but I think we should just leave them to suffer" she said with a smile "and as far as we're concerned, anything goes as long as no one says the word 'pumpernickel'. You got that Eve? The safe word is 'pumpernickel' Ellen repeated.

"Got it" Eve said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Marion leaned down and lightly kissed Eve's lips while Donna stretched out on the bed on the other side of her. Ellen got up and got a huge black strap on dildo out of the dresser drawer. She laid the toy on the nightstand and took her place between Eve's legs as the men filed silently into the room and took their places in the chairs that had been strategically placed around the bed. 

Donna was busy working to undo the bra that held the masterpieces that were her tits. Ellen had hers removed and was working to remove Marion's as Marion moved her lips from Eve's mouth down her throat, hungrily seeking her perfectly shaped nipples. Donna reached around and unhooked Eve's bra making access to Eve's tit's easier for Marion.

From the other side of Eve, Donna reached down and slowly removed Eve's panties. Wet and damp, she tossed them to the floor in front of the men as she watched the look of frustration that was beginning to cross each their faces. She looked back at the women and smiled. Donna ran her hand down Eve's silky, smooth skin and to that perfectly shaped mound of hers. She slid two of her fingers across her clit making Eve cum at her touch. Donna smiled at the young woman and removed her fingers. Donna took her two fingers and slipped them past Ellen's lips. Ellen licked Eve's juices from Donnas' fingers. She tasted so sweet.

Ellen reached behind Marion and slipped her fingers deep inside of her. Marion's lips came off of Eve's nipple and she moaned as she came. Eve looked over at Chris; the look of torture on his face was priceless. Eve smiled at that fact. Ellen reached over and picked up the strap on from the nightstand. Donna took her cue and helped Ellen put the device on taking every opportunity to steal a kiss from her and stoke her wet and aching clit.

Once the apparatus was securely in place, Marion left Eve's tit and used her tongue to moisten the toy. She used long strokes to make it good and wet. When she was finished, Ellen slid the member against Eve's clit as Marion took one of Ellen's nipples into her mouth and Donna took the other. 

Marion reached around behind Ellen and slipped two of her fingers deep inside of her while Donna stroked her clit. Ellen proceeded to fuck Eve's clit. Eve came with every other stroke. Eve bent her knees and took that huge cock deep inside. She fucked it as Ellen stroked her. She came repeatedly. When Ellen had her squirming and Donna and Marion were sure that Ellen was good and wet, they left the warm depths of her sweet spot, Donna took Ellen's place between Eve's legs. 

Marion got up onto her hands and knees and Ellen took the huge black dildo and went to work fucking Marion hard and deep. With each stoke of the big, black cock, near screams escaped Marion's nearly pillow gagged mouth. Each of the four men were on the edge of their seats, their cocks begging to be released from the constraints of their expensive suits.

Donna left the warm wetness of Eve's sweetness and made her way to Eve's lips. Eve tasted herself on Donnas' lips. Eve slowly reached her arm around Donnas' shoulder and guided her onto her back.

"Be patient with me" Eve said as she gently kissed Donna on the lips. Donna smiled at her. Eve left Donnas' lips and began at her neck licking her softly and deliberately southward. Eve made her way to the woman's soft, full breasts and sucked each nipple hungrily. Donna arched her back and moaned in delight. Eve took her cue and continued on her Southward trek to Donnas' neatly trimmed mound. Eve parted her lips with her fingers and gently applied pressure to her clit with her tongue. Donna moaned again. 

As Eve continued to stroke Donnas' clit with her tongue, Ellen helped Marion on with the big black appendage. Marion lifted Ellen's legs up and onto her shoulders and fucked her hard, fast and deep. Ellen, lost in the moment came with the force of a hurricane and shuddered as she squirted all over the member as Marion slowed her pace. A moan escaped one of the men seated to the left of the bed. Marion could have sworn it was her husband.

Eve continued to work magic on Donna with her tongue. She licked her in long, slow strokes. She was positioned just right so that Marion seized her chance to slip in behind her and entered her from behind with the huge dildo. Marion gently fucked her from behind as Eve continued to lick and suck Donna into a complete frenzy. Ellen seized her opportunity to finger fuck Marion as she steadily fucked Eve. More moans came from the gallery, this time, the girls didn't care who they were coming from as they were lost in their own moaning.

As if on cue, all four women came. It was rapture, pure euphoria. Eve lapped up Donnas' juices as Donna petted her hair. All four women laid in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and caressing each other as the men rose and left the room. The girls laughed as they were sure the smokers in the group were taking their cue to step outside and light up.

"So Evie" Ellen began "what do you think, think you'll join us again?" she asked. 

"It depends, are we doing another 'girls night' for New Year's?" Eve asked as the other women broke out into an uproar of laughter.



Christmas Eve



Miguel Rivera glanced in the mirror and thought he looked pretty damned good for his age. He didn't have the deep wrinkles of some of the seasoned officers and only had a touch of gray starting at the temples. Other than that, his wavy black hair was still full and thick. He smiled as he thought how he still wore the same size, while he buttoned his uniform shirt over his flat stomach, on his last day of walking his beat. The last day, he thought. It seemed like only yesterday when he set out on foot to patrol the city streets that first time, twenty-five years ago. It's a day he never forgot. 

He loved his city during the hustle and bustle of the holidays, back then. It was a magical time when the department stores put on whimsical displays and people crowded the streets, their arms filled with packages. You could smell the chestnuts roasting at the carts on the corners and hear the shrill sound of bell-ringers cutting through the noise of the traffic, asking for money for their red kettles.

Miguel leaned against the street light that first day, just watching the crowds while he waited for his partner. It was a time for families and a time for everyone to be a child again. He wasn't that far removed from his own childhood being only twenty-one and a second-generation police officer. He smiled as two brothers chattered on about asking Santa for baseball bats and gloves, holding on to the hands of a man he assumed was their grandfather. He remembered how exciting it was to wait in line to see "the man", ride the monorail and walk through the Magic Corridor in the department store. 

It was their beauty that caught his eye. A mother and daughter, dressed alike in royal blue coats with white fur collars, were part of the ever-growing crowd. Both had blonde hair, though the child wore a matching hat with white fur trim to cover her ears from the softly falling snow. The mother held one gloved hand while the little girl's other hand was exposed, tightly holding a red and white striped peppermint stick. He watched them being tossed around the crowded sidewalk. Everyone was always in such a hurry around the holidays.

Most said it was divine intervention that the child's gloved hand slipped away from her mother's. If it hadn't, she would very likely have died when her mother fell off the curb, into the heavy traffic. Miguel still remembered how she trembled in his arms as he held her after lifting her to safety. He had never seen a cherub before that day. She was everything he had ever seen depicted in paintings. She had round cheeks, big blue eyes that were brimming with tears and a perfect heart-shaped, rose colored mouth. Miguel continued to hold the crying child tightly, while they put her mother's body into the ambulance.

A female officer took the little girl from Miguel and assured him that she would locate family members immediately. Although he never saw her again, Miguel prayed for her every night. Not a Christmas went by that he didn't wonder what became of the little angel.

As much as he loved the streets, Miguel now realized that they needed much younger men protecting them. They weren't as safe as they used to be and most of the citizens of the county no longer came downtown. Instead they sought the security of the suburban malls that had sprung up. Today, he walked with his partner and the young man who would replace him. Miguel purposely hung back, walking behind the pair, so that their bonding could begin. Monday, he moved inside the precinct, wearing a suit and working as an investigator.

Now that he would be leaving the streets, Miguel thought that he might begin to explore relationships away from work. Up until this change, his biggest fear was leaving a widow and children behind. Sure, he had dated, but he had always kept women at arm's length. Now he wouldn't have to worry about the everyday dangers. Yes, maybe it was time to get out and start seriously dating. Who knew? Miguel might even become a step-father to a family.

He never heard the warning, but became aware of people screaming and running. He looked ahead and saw the two officers, guns drawn, ordering a man to drop the gun he had pointed at them. He put his hand up to his shoulder radio, at the same time he reached for his gun. Miguel never fully got it out of his holster before the bullet tore through his body. As he fell to the ground, he heard shouting and gunfire. He closed his eyes and prayed.

It felt as though his life's essence was flowing out of his body. He could feel snowflakes coming to rest on his face before he felt incredible pressure on his abdomen. Miguel could hear a female voice yelling for people to get back and he forced himself to concentrate on that voice. He tried to speak, but couldn't. He tried to move, but couldn't. It was all he could do to finally open his eyes.

At that moment he knew he must be dying because Miguel was convinced God had sent an angel to escort him to Heaven. He was vaguely aware of her talking to him. As she did, her breath created a halo that hung over her blonde hair. Tears seemed to form in her blue eyes. Her voice got farther and farther away, but he concentrated on her heart-shaped rose-colored mouth. That was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.

It was three days before Miguel opened his eyes. His mother started crying, offering her thanks to Saint Michael. Although his father appeared to have his emotions in check, Miguel could see this had shaken him. Papa had watched his own partner be killed in the line of duty. The young petty thief, who was shot and was killed by Miguel's fellow officers, was only sixteen years old. His bullet had ripped through Miguel's abdomen, but he would be fine. Miguel's desk job would have to wait. Right now, he just wanted to sleep.

After another forty-eight hours, Miguel was fully conscious and lucid enough to give his nurses a hard time. When his mother came in to visit, she was thrilled he was able to talk and looked so much stronger.

"Dios mio, Miguel," the older woman said. "Don't ever put your Mama through anything like that again. My heart almost couldn't take it. I went to extra masses and prayed to St. Michael every day."

"Michael, the patron saint of police officers. Your archangel sure came through, Mama," Miguel said with a weak smile, and then remembered something. "Mama, I know you have always believed in angels, so I know you won't laugh at me. Mama, I think I saw one that day. I could see her face but I couldn't hear what she said to me."

"Miguel, it's very possible an angel was with you, but it's rare when they're seen. "

"But I can tell you exactly what she looked like. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Mama, I think I saw her halo."

"Hijo, there was so much going on that day. A young woman saved your life, perhaps it was her."

Miguel frowned and thought before saying, "Perhaps, Mama, but she seemed like an angel to me."

That night Miguel slept fitfully. He dreamed of gunshots, screaming, and angels. Anyone observing him would see him thrashing about in the bed. When her hand went to his forehead, he instantly calmed down. His eyes fluttered open and he saw her.

"Shhhh, calm down. You're fine -- you're safe and you're fine. Try to go back to sleep," she said, softly.

Miguel refused to believe he was dreaming; not this time. "You're here," he said.

"Go back to sleep, Officer Rivera," she whispered. "You're just having a bad dream."

He knew he wasn't dreaming. In his dreams there was no pain. In his dreams he couldn't smell the soft scent of this angel. In his dreams he wouldn't have felt the warmth of her hand. Miguel strained to sit up, but she gently pushed him back onto his pillow.

"We'll talk again, but now you need to sleep," she urged.

"But who are you?"

"Eve."

Miguel went back to sleep but this time his dreams were different. He was waltzing with his angel in his arms. 

The infection that developed took the doctors by surprise. Miguel spent days in a medically induced coma, the only way drugs could help his body recover. It was a frightening period for everyone who knew him. During this time his fever would rage and the dreams would come, but they weren't nightmares. Each night, his angel would be there, putting cold compresses on his forehead and urging him to relax so that he could heal. Miguel only slept peacefully after she visited him.

As fast as the infection arrived, so did Miguel recover. A bullet wound like his would have kept a younger man down, but not Miguel. He was more determined than ever to start his new job, after having worked long and hard to achieve this new position. The occupational therapists had a hard time slowing him down so he didn't cause additional damage to his body by doing too much. Miguel no longer felt the angel visit him at night, but he knew she was there. Perhaps it was the fragrance that seemed to linger -- floral tones with a hint of sandalwood. It was the only time he had ever smelled it.

Although Miguel's mother wanted her boy to come home with her, he insisted on moving back to his own apartment. Mama had stocked his refrigerator and freezer with food and cleaned his apartment from top to bottom. She also promised to visit him every day, but Papa talked her out of that, as long as Miguel promised to telephone them with daily reports.

That first night at home, his angel didn't come. Miguel dreamed he was walking with her in the snow. When she looked at him, he knew that all was well with his life. They seemed to walk for the longest time, holding hands, but never going anywhere. The next morning he woke himself saying, "Eve". 

Miguel had strict rules to follow. He truly felt if they didn't say he couldn't, then he could. One restriction was that he was not allowed to run. The doctor never said he couldn't walk, so walk he did. At first he walked around his block, and within a few days, was walking around the block eight times during one session. He decided to venture further, walking in the direction of the park. With its ponds, basketball courts, jogging and bicycle paths and an ice skating rink, it was a popular city destination. An unexpected warm spell came through this early December morning and exercise enthusiasts were out in droves. 

There was snow on the lawns of the park but the sidewalks were dry. The skaters were racing around the rink while in the middle the more serious skaters practiced their jumps and turns. Miguel stopped to get a bottle of water and then sit on one of the nearby benches to rest before heading back home. A small voice broke through the attention he was paying the skaters.

"I never skated that well," the small white-haired woman said from the opposite end of the park bench. "But back then, we skated on frozen ponds, not man-created rinks."

Miguel looked at the old woman, bundled under blankets, her hands pointing to the skaters. "My granddaughter is quite a skater, much better than I could ever dream. She's so talented. She just seems to float across the ice."

There was something so familiar about her, yet so strange. Her words were melodic and peaceful. Her little blue eyes were bright and sparkled with excitement. She reminded him of someone but Miguel couldn't remember whom. He moved closer so he could hear her better.

"Hi, my name is Miguel. Are you sure you're warm enough?" he asked, smiling at the old woman.

"Oh, don't bother yourself; I'm a tough old bird. Thank goodness this sun is out, though. Sometimes I come here and not all the layers in the world can keep me warm. This is the first I've seen you here, officer."

"I'm normally at work but I'm off for the next few weeks. Do you like to come watch the skaters?" Miguel asked her, now noticing the shape of her mouth. It was perfectly heart-shaped.

"I'm here when my grand-daughter comes to skate. She works nights and she likes to get some exercise in before her shift. In the summer she runs and I sit and wait for her. Of course, when there's too much snow during the winter, I choose to stay at home. What brings you to the park today?" 

Miguel knew he was staring, but he was also not sure why. This elderly woman mesmerized him, with her youthful attitude. She seemed frail but full of life. There was something that made him want to sit and talk with her. He could swear she used molasses and vanilla as cologne. "I was walking the park and needed to take a break. I had a little accident and I'm walking before I can run. Which one is your grand-daughter, ma'am?"

"Oh, call me Granny -- everyone does. It's so hard to see Evie out there with so many skating. She's wearing blue and she has blonde hair. I think she's spinning in the middle, right now."

Miguel immediately saw her. It was his angel, gliding across the ice and then spinning like a top. He stood and walked toward the fenced in rink, just watching her artistry on the ice. No wonder Granny seemed so familiar! Now he would finally have answers. He turned to question the old woman, but she was gone. How could she have disappeared so fast? Had he been watching the young woman that long? Miguel turned his attention back to the ice, but couldn't find her anywhere. At least now though, he knew where to find her.

If only it were that easy. All the next week, it didn't matter what time of the day Miguel returned to the park, he couldn't find the old lady or her grand-daughter. There were times when it was just too cold to stay and wait. Miguel began to question his sanity -- an angel, who was real, an old woman who looked like her, and no way to find either of them.

After another morning of hoping to find her, Miguel left the rink disappointed once more. He was carefully making his way down the icy sidewalk towards home when he glanced inside one of the coffee shops. Seated at a table near the window was the old woman who had asked him to call her Granny. Without hesitation, he stepped inside to speak with her.

"Granny?" How are you? I haven't seen you at the park lately," Miguel said, greeting her warmly.

"Oh Miguel, how are you feeling? I've been a little under the weather so I've stayed away from the park. Please, join me," Granny replied. "I trust you're beginning to feel better."

"Stronger every day, Granny."

"Well, you'll be back on the force before you know it," she said, with a knowing smile on her face. "Are you here for a cup of coffee? They really know how to brew a good cup. Or is it my company you're seeking?"

Miguel was confused for a moment. He didn't remember telling Granny about being a police officer, but then he remembered very little about their conversation once he saw his angel. 

"Um....well....you see....," Miguel stammered. "I was wondering about your grand-daughter. I think I've seen her before."

"Chances are that you have. After all, I told you she spends time at the park."

"No, I think I've seen her someplace else - like I've known her or something. I don't know, and this probably all sounds very crazy."

Granny thought for a moment and then said, "I guess anything is possible. My mother always told me that anything is possible, if you believe. And you don't remember where you met her?"

"That's the really crazy part -- I don't know that I actually met her. I just...it's so hard to explain, but I need to talk to her to know for sure."

"I'm surprised you didn't see her when you came in. She left about that same time. She might still be waiting at the bus stop," Granny said, her eyes now shining.

"Really? Oh jeez, I have to see if I can catch her! I'll be right back!"

Miguel still couldn't run, but he walked as fast as he could, to cover the half block to the bus stop. He saw her step onto the bus, which pulled away before he could get to the corner. So close, he thought. It just didn't seem fair. A dejected Miguel walked back to the coffee shop to talk with Granny and maybe take her home so that he would know where they lived. When he arrived, there were two college-aged girls sitting at her table. Miguel simply went home.

Okay, he thought, how hard could it be to locate one little old lady in that neighborhood? She had to live in that neighborhood because there's no way she could disappear that fast without living close by. Miguel had never seen her move, but at her advanced age he assumed it would be a little slower than someone younger. He was going to be an investigator, so that's what he would do. Surely, there weren't that many white-haired women living in that area.

Apparently, Miguel was wrong. No matter who he questioned, no one seemed to know of an old woman fitting her description, living anywhere around the vicinity of the coffee shop. He even spoke with the wait staff of the cafe and none of them remembered her, let alone knew where she might be living. Between visits to the park and all of the stores in the surrounding area, Miguel was having no luck at all.

Miguel prided himself on being a strong man, but knew when to utilize the help available to him. His visits to the department-ordered psychologist aided him in working through his feelings on the death of the teen-aged boy and his own brush with death. He felt at ease enough to speak about, and debate, his thoughts on guardian angels. The more time that passed without seeing Granny and the young woman he thought of as his angel, the more Miguel believed in the existence of angels assigned to protect and guide our lives. He was ready to resign himself to the fact he would never see them again. He also decided to take some advice and return to the sidewalk where he had been shot. Although Miguel didn't feel like he had any underlying issues with the spot, he also knew there was only one way to find out. Maybe he would do that soon.

She came to him that night, in his dreams. It was as if she knew how much he needed her. Her blonde hair lay softly on her pale shoulders and she was wrapped in white gossamer. The fine silk was draped over her curves, delicately billowing out behind her as she crossed the room to him. Miguel sat up, shifting his legs off the bed while she approached. Not three feet from him, she let go of her covering. It floated behind her, looking like angel's wings, then eventually falling like a gentle rain onto the floor.

Eve stood before him, naked, trembling and smelling of the same floral fragrance. Miguel was afraid to touch her, for fear she would vanish. Instead, she offered her hand to him and when he accepted it, she pulled him to his feet.

"Miguel, I've been waiting for you for such a long time."

"You're here," he whispered, afraid to speak.

A shy smile and she answered him back, "This is where I belong."

In the little light that shone through from the street, Miguel's dark Latin hands cupped Eve's face and he lowered his lips to her perfectly heart-shaped mouth. He had always known her kisses would be wonderful, but he didn't know how wonderful they would be. He felt as if his body were floating in air. He moved his hands to her soft hair and relished the moment. He tasted a faint trace of peppermint on her lips as their kisses became more urgent.

Eve's arms snaked up around Miguel's neck and she held him close. He could feel her breath on his cheek during their never-ending kiss. He shivered as she tentatively pushed her tongue in to meet his. Their mouths opened and they began to consume one another. Miguel's desire was as evident as Eve's willingness to consummate their union.

He lightly moved his fingers down her spine to the curve at her waist. Eve pulled away slightly, breaking their kiss long enough to whisper, "Yessssss...." That was all the encouragement Miguel needed. His hands moved down to cup her round cheeks and pull her hips into his hardness. Eve arched her back, pushing her soft breasts into his hard chest. Her length molded to his.




Christmas Eve



It was as if they were lying on a cloud. Miguel looked down on his goddess as she held out her arms and urged him to come closer. His hard cock was enveloped by her moist heat and her legs held him as tightly as her arms. They moved as if they were dancing; a perfect match. When Miguel felt Eve's legs tense and her nails dig into his back, he exploded. Afterward, Eve lay in his arms, her legs between his and Miguel running his fingers through her silken tresses. He finally slept in peace.

When the sun came up, Miguel was alone again. It was almost an overwhelming feeling of aloneness. Standing at the kitchen counter, smelling the dark roast of his coffee brewing, he looked around his apartment. Cold. Empty. The rooms were empty of life. He needed something to bring energy back into this space. That was it, he thought. Maybe bringing a Christmas tree in would help. Lights and sparkle would at least help brighten his surroundings. The holiday was fast approaching, and he needed to get into the spirit. 

The sky was an odd mix of blue, gray, lavender and taupe. The temperatures had taken a turn, and it was the kind of cold that made you wish for snow. Miguel would have to drive north of the city to find a freshly cut tree. There was no way to tell how long the trees in the city lots had been sitting, so it was better to be safe than sorry. He also thought he would surprise his parents with a fresh tree. Miguel's mind went to Eve -- wondering if she would have enjoyed the ride. He shook his head. He had to get over this mad obsession with someone who was still a phantom.

His spirits began to lift as he walked through the rows of trees. His apartment wasn't all that big, but he had very high ceilings. He searched for a tree that was tall and thin. His parent's home could accommodate a much fuller evergreen. The smell of balsam filled the air and his boots crunched on the hard packed snowy paths. Children screeched with excitement and parents ran to keep up with them. For a moment, Miguel regretted his decision not to have a family.

His ears perked up when he heard it, the soft giggle of a woman. Not just a woman, but the woman who came to him last night. Miguel picked up his pace and started scanning each row, looking for her. At one point he thought he saw Eve's blonde head, but by the time he got to the spot, there was no one there. He convinced himself that his mind was playing tricks on him. He tagged two trees and turned to walk back to purchase them and get someone to cut them down. As he walked up to the cashier, a car with a tree strapped to the roof drove past. The driver was a beautiful, blonde woman. 

It was Eve. It had to be. Miguel tried to make out the license plate number but the sun shining on the white snow nearly blinded him. All he could seem to read was: MGC. So close, yet so far. Each time he thought he would finally see his angel, she disappeared. She stayed in his thoughts on the drive to his parent's home.

Delivering their tree turned into helping to set it up and decorate it, after helping his father put lights on the bushes in front of the house. It was a good diversion, but not enough for Miguel to stop thinking about Eve.

"You're very quiet, Hijo," Mama noted. "What's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm losing my mind, Mama. I'm obsessed with a woman I've never met but I've seen often. It's like I know we're supposed to be together, which is crazy, but I can't explain it any other way. Even at my age, I feel like a teenager in love. But can that really happen? Can you love someone you don't know?" Miguel searched his mother's face, hoping she would have the answers.

"Miguel, dear, sweet child, at your age, you are still so young when it comes to the matters of the heart. You've never opened yourself up to anyone, so for you to have these questions is completely normal. As far as loving someone you've never met, haven't you heard of love at first sight?" Mama said, smiling at her son. "Who is this woman?"

"Please tell me I'm not crazy. Do you remember when I told you about the angel? She's real. I know she is."

"I'm not surprised and I'm sure she's out there, Hijo. You'll find her. I know this."

It was late when Miguel arrived at his apartment. He was tired, but he knew he had to get his tree into water. By the time it was in the stand, moved into the corner near the window, and filled with water, Miguel's hands were sticky with the evergreen sap and that unmistakable fragrance of pine. Unable to remove all of it, he finally fell asleep. He dreamed he was searching through rows of evergreens, only looking for one thing -- his angel.

Miguel woke and knew he had an appointment to see his doctor at ten, so he took some time to wrap his tree with lights. He went to the doctor's office hoping more of his restrictions would be lifted. He felt good. and there was no reason why he shouldn't be allowed to do more. The x-rays proved what Miguel already knew - he was healed enough to start being normal again, and he could return to work after the first of the year.

Not wanting to waste any time, Miguel rushed home to change into a running suit and make his way to the park. The weeks of limited activity, combined with his mother's cooking and her holiday cookies, packed on a few pounds he was determined to take off in record time. The nice thing about the park was that the paths were kept cleared of snow. The city didn't want anyone falling and injuring themselves.

He started slow, just a jogging around the pond, but picked up the pace about three quarters of the way around. It didn't take long before he broke into a light run. It felt good to be free and to get lost in the crispness of the winter day. Miguel wasn't stupid and limited the number of times he ran around the water. He finally slowed to a jog, and then a walk, surprised that nothing hurt. 

As he walked through the park, his eyes went to the skating rink. She wasn't there, he knew that without looking. He sat down in the same spot he sat before, thinking that enough was enough. He shouldn't be wasting his time on a dream. It was time to pull up his pants and deal with life head on.

"Penny for your thoughts, Miguel," the voice shook him. Granny was sitting at the other end of the bench, just watching him.

"Granny, I didn't hear you. How are you?" Miguel asked, quickly looking around for Eve.

"Oh, I'm fine. This is the last time I'll be here to watch the skaters during the day, though. My grand-daughter is switching shifts on Monday. She'll be working during the day and have her evenings off. She told me it was time she got a life and that means working normal hours. She's lucky a position opened up on her ward."

"Ward? Where does she work?" Miguel could almost guess.

"Why, I thought you knew. She's a nurse at St. Peter's."

It was her, he thought. She is real. She came to him at night because she worked at the hospital. His heart began to race.

"She's on her way over there now. Something about meeting a friend or something...."

"She's headed over there?" Miguel knew it was only a few blocks away. "I need to catch her. I need to talk to her," he said, excitedly.

"Well then go, young man, don't sit here talking to me!" Granny's face was full of light. "Go get her."

Without another word, Miguel leaped up and took off in a full run, towards the park entrance. St. Peter's was just five blocks away. Even if he didn't see her on the street, he could find her at the hospital. Everything suddenly made sense. Everything suddenly seemed right.

The streets were crowded with shoppers and commuters. Miguel ran, searching for Eve's blonde head. He appeared to be a much younger man, the way he dodged in and out of the crowded sidewalk. He had to find her. Somehow he believed life depended on it. 

Then he saw her. In the midst of a fast moving group of people, this petite blonde woman was trying to break free and get to the corner and cross the street. A group of teen-aged boys started a shoving match with each other, and it started to spill into the innocent bystanders. His training made him keep one eye on the boys, but still watch Eve as she got caught up in the tussle. Miguel had to keep moving, he had to reach her. It happened so fast. The largest boy shoved his friend and it resembled Dominoes as people started to fall. One person fell into another, into another, into....Eve. 

Miguel lunged and grabbed for her wrist at the same time as she started to fall off the curb. Before she even knew what happened, Eve found herself in the arms of a man who saved her life for a second time. A man whose life she had saved on this very corner not too long ago. A man who pulled her into his arms, holding her so tight, she thought he would never let her go. A man she had been dreaming about for a long time.

Eve looked into his eyes and whispered, "Miguel". As she did her breath floated up, creating a halo effect over her head. Miguel realized she was the angel he had been dreaming about and searching for. When she smiled, he lowered his lips onto her perfect heart-shaped mouth. It didn't matter how many people were around them, nor how many stopped and stared. All that mattered was that they were finally together.

When the couple broke apart, several of their witnesses applauded their approval. Miguel's hand around Eve's waist guided her away from the street, coming to rest against one of the brick buildings. He couldn't stop staring at her.

"I can't believe it. I'd almost given up hope of finding you. I'd almost given up hope that you were real. But you're here and I'm holding you."

Eve stepped closer to him, hooking her arms around Miguel's waist, looking up at him and smiling. "Of course I'm real. What did you think? You were a little out of it in the hospital, so I can understand your confusion."

"I just wasn't sure. I would see you and then you would disappear. I knew you were there but I didn't. I know I'm not making any sense. I feel like I've always known you."

Eve's face became serious. "Well, you've known me since I was a little girl. You were one of the police officers at the scene of my mother's accident. There's an old newspaper article with your picture. I never thought I would see you again, although it was the one thing I always wanted. And then, you were shot. I didn't want that."

"You were the one here on the street. You saved my life."

"I was on my way home from work when it happened. I'm just glad I could help. And I'm glad you're here with me now," Eve said. She tilted her head up in anticipation of his next kiss and was not disappointed. There was an unspoken commitment between the couple that needed to be consummated. "Miguel, will you come home with me?"

Eve took his hand and led him through the city streets, to a block of row houses. Each entry was decorated for the Christmas holiday. Wreaths hung, garland decorated wrought iron fences and candles were lit in the windows. She dropped his hand long enough to dig out her house key, climb up the few steps to the front door and open it to let him in. Inside, smells of evergreen and cinnamon embraced Miguel. Eve's tree stood next to her Victorian-era fireplace. It was an eclectic mix of old and new.

After tossing her coat in a chair, she crossed back to Miguel and reached up to unzip his running jacket. His hands stopped her. "Um, I'm sort of sweaty so I think maybe...."

"You can say anything you want but nothing is going to stop me," she said lowering the zipper. "I think you need to come upstairs." She took his hand once more and led him up to her bedroom.

The opaque curtains diffused the light coming in the window. When she turned to pull back the bed coverings, Miguel's mouth went dry at the site of her rounded backside. Everything he hoped for was going to come true and now he was scared to death. Eve turned to face him, her eyes locked on his, unbuttoning her blouse to expose her pale skin. Her blouse slid off her shoulders and onto the floor, her lace covered breasts waiting for him.

Nothing mattered anymore -- except that they were together. Miguel walked toward her, removing his jacket as he did. He pulled Eve into his arms and kissed her with all of the passion that he had kept hidden, through the years. Her hands ran through his dark hair, her breasts were crushed against him and their mouths began to devour the others.

Coming up for air, Miguel pulled back, looking into the blue eyes of a woman who knew what she wanted. Her hands pulled at the tee shirt that was tucked into his running pants, releasing it while she pushed it up and then over his head. He had to feel her skin now. He put his arms around her, fumbling with the clasp on her bra until it finally opened. Eve's breathing came faster as he lowered first one strap, and then another. Perfect, pale globes with nipples the same rose color as her lips greeted him. He opened his arms and she came without hesitation.

Their bodies seemed to mold together. Their tongues explored while they kissed. Without breaking apart, they moved and sank onto the edge of the bed. When Eve pulled back to take a breath, Miguel lowered his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She groaned and her hands went to his head, holding him closer. "Yesssss," she whispered. "Harder."

Miguel licked, sucked and gnawed bringing a reaction of trembling and moans. Eve's hand swept down Miguel's back to his waist, then around to his lap, searching for his hardness. Now it was his turn to stop and take a breath. When he sat up, Eve slid to the floor, opened his legs and rubbed her face against his pants and his ever hardening cock. She stopped to pull his running shoes off his feet and then looked into his eyes while she hooked her fingers around the waist of his pants. Miguel raised his hips as she pulled his pants and briefs off in one motion. He was left sitting on her bed, naked with his cock raging for relief.

He didn't ask, she didn't question. Instead, she opened her mouth and took his cock deep into her throat. Miguel gripped the edge of the bed, praying he would not release his seed this soon. Eve began to lick his cock from base to lip, with long firm movements. Each time she reached the tip, she would press her tongue into his slit, moved back down again, after teasing the head some more. She was relentless in the attention she paid his throbbing rod. When her mouth left him, the cool air jolted him to attention. Eve's small hand began to stroke him, lifting his cock high so she could suck his balls into her hungry mouth. She playfully rolled them around with her tongue, while continuing her sensual stroking of his cock.

"Eve....please," Miguel moaned. "Not this way."

She understood. Eve had felt his balls swell and Miguel's legs begin to tremble. She agreed....not this way. She slowly backed off, giving his cock one last playful flick with her tongue.

Miguel placed his hands on her arms and urged her to stand in front of him. He reached in front and opened the snap and unzipped her slacks. Sliding his hands over her hips, he urged them off her body. She looked like a dancer as she stepped out of them. Now a small, peach colored lace triangle was all that covered her. Her unique womanly fragrance filled the room with its sweetness. 

Miguel pulled her hips to his face and kissed the part of her that would soon be his. Her trembling told him it was time. He stood, removed her thong, and then gently lowered her to the bed. Eve opened her legs, inviting Miguel to kneel between them. He ran his finger up and down her slit, briefly stopping before gently flicking her clit. The pink of the skin deepened and droplets of her sensual moisture began to appear, glistening in the soft light. Miguel leaned forward, needing to taste her.

She tasted as sweet as he expected. He ran his tongue all around, playing with her clit and then diving into Eve's hot, wet hole. Her delicate nectar flowed, and he drank from her. He could have stayed there forever, had his raging need not pulled at his attention. One last lick from hole to clit, with his firm, flat tongue, and Miguel moved away.

When he rose up, Eve's hips writhed beneath him, silently inviting him to join her. He held the tip of his cock at her entrance, looking in her eyes and waiting for her to tell him. Eve raised her hips, trying to capture him, and moved her legs around his waist, desperate to have him inside her.

With the cutest pout on her lips she asked, "Please, my love?"

Miguel couldn't wait any longer. Slowly, he eased his length inside her, satisfying her need for him. Placing a kiss on Eve's lips, he began to move, rocking to a silent song in his head. Her pussy held and released him, trying to get him to release his seed. The pair moved in unison, silent except for their breathing and their moans. Miguel buried his face in her neck, kissing her throat, tasting the saltiness of her skin. He could feel her hands move up and down his back, lightly scratching him with her nails. He could tell she was close when her hands cupped his ass and held him, gripping him with her nails.

He started moving faster, driving deeper, filling her with everything he had. Eve's hips rose to meet his with every thrust. Miguel knew her body yearned for release when he felt her pussy start to spasm. The gripping and releasing of his cock, by her heat, pushed him harder and deeper as he exploded inside of her. They rocked, milking each other, until there was no more. Exhausted, the lovers held each other closely, kissing, touching, and rejoicing in the first of many moments like this.

"You know," Eve began, "I think I've always loved you. When I was old enough, my grandmother showed me the newspaper clippings of my mother's death. When I imagined who I would spend my life with, it was your face I always saw. I've loved you my whole life, Miguel. We just had to find our way to each other."

"Your grandmother is a very wise woman," Miguel told her. "There wasn't a year that went by that I didn't think about you."

"Was," Eve said. "Was a wise woman. I wish you could have known her. She would have adored you, Miguel."

Miguel rose up on one elbow and looked at Eve. "Was, you say. She's not with you?"

"No, the angels took her this past summer."

"Eve, my love, I have a story to tell you. Do you believe in angels?"



Christmas Eve



Dan grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania under his mother's roof in the Northeast section of the city. Growing up, he wasn't' that bad of a kid; he listened to a mix of punk rock and grunge and loved to skateboard and play video games. 

Even now, at twenty' five years old he still loved playing video games as often as possible. Around the age of twenty' three years old, he joined the sort of family business of working as a mechanic at his cousin Mike's garage. Cars were not exactly his kind of thing, but he had been in desperate need of a job and so his cousin took him in and taught him everything he knew about fixing vehicles of almost every kind. 

He had never really had much in common with his father's side of the family at all growing up, but he was happy to have gotten to know a few of the people since he started working at the garage. One thing he did have in common with pretty much everyone on that side of the family was his love for alcohol. 

He would openly call himself a functioning alcoholic, though he would go through brief periods of time in which he became bored with it and would slow down quite a bit for a few months before picking up again. 

He loved everything from beer to vodka to rum to whiskey, whiskey and beer being his two favorite choices.

It was Christmas Eve; Dan had just woken up in his bed in the basement of his mother's house with a slight hangover. 

"Great," he thought. "Christmas Eve and no one to spend it with,"

Sure' he had family, and it wasn't' that he did not love his family, but he had gotten tired of spending every Christmas without someone to hold. He had been single for three years now since his last girlfriend Melissa cheated on him after five years of going steady together. 

Some felt that this one incident had really been what pushed Dan over the edge into his alcoholism, though no one really knew for sure what the real reason was. 

He glanced at the clock noticing it was actually really' late, 3:30pm to be exact. He did not get very much time off from work, so when he did get it he liked to take advantage and sleep in as long as possible. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and stepped into the bathroom turning on the shower and then moving towards the toilet. 

He emptied his bladder before turning back to the shower stall and climbing inside, letting the hot water wash over his body.

After cleaning up real good, he dried off and threw on some clothes before heading out the door to the bar across the street from his house. He stopped in the pizza shop right next door to the bar and got himself something to eat, before heading next door and starting his day of drinking with a glass of Jack Daniels. 

By about 7:00, he was starting to feel pretty' drunk and' also a little on the horny side as well. 

There were a few chicks inside the bar, one or two of which had been flirting with him on and off since they first arrived. He could probably hook up with one or even both of them if he actually started flirting' a little heavier back with them, but he was in the mood for something a little different.

There was thing that nobody knew about Dan; he wasn't' exactly the straightest Guy on the face of the planet. Sure, he loved women, he loved the way their skin felt the way they smelled the things that the right one could do to make you feel good; he loved pussy most of all.

What people did not know about Dan though, was that he also happened to like a nice hot chick with a big fat dick from time to time. 

He had become interested in transsexual women when he was only a teenager, by freak accident really. He had been on the computer in math class at school, just turned the PC on to find the screen saver had been set as a picture of a beautiful blonde' with a huge boner. 

Whoever used the PC in the class before him must have set it up as some sort of practical joke or something. 

He had never quite been the same since that day, Since that occurred though, Dan had only ever been with one real transsexual when he was eighteen years old. He had called one of the numbers in the City Papers sex ad's' and met up with a gorgeous transsexual who had gone by the name of Samantha; they had really hit it off. 

Samantha had known how to give one hell of a blowjob, and when she slipped her index finger into his ass and massaged his prostate at the same time that she was sucking his dick, that was more than enough to shove him over the edge. 

It had been a little awkward at first when he realized that she happened to have a bigger than his, but it quickly became a bit of a turn-on. It had been so long since that encounter, and he had never done anything like it after that. He met Melissa and fell in love and that was that he was all hers and nobody else's and he liked it that way until she cheated on him. 

He stumbled out of the bar and into the pizza shop again, swiping one of their free City Papers and walked back outside into the cold December air. He flipped through the pages and found one transsexual who called herself Daisy. She had short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes and was actually really convincing to his surprise. 

He pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number and after only three rings' he heard a click followed by a soft and very feminine sexy voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi...is this Daisy?"

"Yes it is," she replied. "Who's calling?"

He cleared his throat, leaning back against the wall behind him,

"I'm Dan...I read your ad in the City Paper. Are you available right now?"

She chuckled and answered with a simple yes and the conversation progressed from there. They agreed to meet up at the motel right down the street from where Tom lived; it wasn't' very expensive for just one night. He went there right away to get the room, paid for it himself and told the guy at the desk if a woman named Daisy asked for him to just give her the room number and send her his way.

Once inside the tiny room, Dan sat down at the small table in the corner next to the window. He had brought with him a bottle of rum for them to split if she wanted some that is, and he was really looking forward to her arrival.

Finally, at 9:00 on the dot there was a soft knock at the door. He stood up and pulled it open to find the beautiful Daisy smiling at him; she walked right in and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately.

"Your' actually pretty sexy," she said smiling.

"Thanks...I'm glad to meet you."

She shut the door and' locked it and glanced over at the table noticing the bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum. She laughed and took a seat motioning for him to sit down as well. He sat across from her and smiled, as he poured two glasses of rum and handed one to her.

"So, I usually prefer my clients to pay up front...if you don't mind,"

"Sure, not a problem,"

He reached for his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill handing it to her. She slipped it into her purse, and took another sip of her rum, and the two started talking a little as they continued drinking. It wasn't' long before she had gotten up from her seat and planted herself on his lap with her arms draped around his neck. She leaned in and stole a sweet kiss and he groaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth tasting the alcohol on her breath. 

Their kissing became much more passionate and soon she was sliding off' of his lap and undoing his belt and zipper, pulling his cock free from its' restraints and swallowing it whole. He moaned in pleasure as she took him straight to the back of her throat, bobbing her head up and down and flicking the head of his shaft with her warm wet tongue. 

She was doing an incredible job, Daisy was very straight forward, not really finishing the blowjob as she pulled him off the chair and proceeded to tear off his clothing on article at a time. 

She followed with her own clothes, tossing them all to the floor before giving him a light shove onto the mattress behind him and jumping on top. Their lips crashed together and he could feel the friction from their cocks pressing against one another as he groaned. 

She straightened her back just a little and he leaned up, taking one of her tits in his mouth and sucking on it for a few moments while reaching down to stroke her cock at the same time.

She pulled away from him, turning around and moving into 69 position shoving her ass and cock right in his face as she continued sucking his dick. He leaned up, taking her into his mouth as well and now they were going down on each other at the same time. It had been so long since he had tasted a beautiful tranny cock, and he was' impressed by her size and the taste to. 

She slid down some, releasing him from her mouth and grinding her ass against his cock for a few moments and he expected her to impale herself on him; he was anxiously waiting for her to do so. He wanted so badly to fuck her now, to shove his cock right up her ass and pound the hell out of her. 

That wasn't' quite what she had in mind though; she intended to spend some time teasing him, making him want it even more. She would do so by pleasing herself first, and making him wait for his turn to have his way with her.

Dan groaned in frustration as she rolled off' of him and suddenly flipped him over onto his stomach, grabbing the lube off the nightstand and climbing on top of him. 

She pinned him down with all of her weight, pouring a huge glob of lube all over his ass and rubbing it in nice and good. 

Daisy grabbed hold of her massive prick and started rubbing it against his ass crack, she let go of it and started probing him while pinning him by the arms with both of her hands. 

He groaned, pushing his ass up against her begging him to just put it in and fuck him instead of torturing him this way. Finally, she did just that, slamming all eight and a half inches of her thick rod straight up his hot tight asshole. 

He gasped, digging his nails into the pillow and moaned as she started to pound him. 

She moved so forcefully, the entire bed shook underneath of them as she pushed him into the mattress leaving a bit of an indent. 

He could feel sweat dripping from her forehead onto his back as she fucked him like a wild animal, and he could feel that familiar sensation in the tip of his dick indicating that his orgasm was fast approaching. 

He welcomed the intense explosion of pleasure as it finally overcame him and he could feel the warm sticky cum flowing out of his dick all over the sheets beneath him as his entire body trembled from the orgasm. Daisy continued pounding his ass, breathing heavy and sweating profusely as she began to near her own explosion. 

"Ohhh fuck you're so god damn tight," 

He grunted as she began pushing deeper and deeper and he could tell she was getting close; just a few more seconds and she would be right there with him.

Sure enough, several more hard strokes and Daisy let out a squeal followed by a very low moan that almost made Dan want to laugh. He could feel her cock pulsating deep inside of him and he could feel the warm fluid pumping into him, filling him up and running out of his asshole and down his balls. She collapsed, exhausted on top of him and lay there for a few seconds, their bodies sticking together from a combination of their sweat.

Once she recovered from her orgasm, Daisy lifted herself up off' of him, pulling her dick out of his ass. Before she could get' out of bed though Dan rolled over and' grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her back. She squealed again and started laughing as he leaned in and started kissing her all over the neck, the breasts and her belly. 

She knew exactly what he wanted and she was more than willing to give it to him. He grabbed the bottle of lube and lifted her legs, pouring the liquid all over his throbbing erection and running his hand up and down the length. 

He applied some extra to her asshole and set the bottle down on the floor before lifting her legs once again. He pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole and she reached both arms up wrapping them around him and smiling up at him as he shoved his cock right into her with one swift thrust.

She groaned, his cock pushing all the way in to the balls in one move and she dug her nails into his back digging and leaving scratch marks. He began thrusting, pounding her ass, the sound of sweaty flesh against flesh echoed through the motel room as she begged him to fuck her harder. 

He did just as she asked, picking up the pace little by little, while sucking and biting at her neck leaving a pretty' big hickey in the place of his lips. 

She was starting to get close, but she didn't' want it to end this soon and she knew that Dan did not want it to end this soon either. So' she pushed him off' of her, his dick sliding out of her ass and she rolled over onto her hands and knees sticking her ass up in the air for him. He wasted no time, mounting her and slamming straight back in, fucking the living hell out of her.

She made sure to get nice and loud; she wanted everyone in the motel to know that she was having some really' good sex right now, and it wasn't' exaggerated in the least bit. 

As Dan felt his cock beginning to swell up his orgasm quickly approaching, he pulled out in a desperate attempt to hold it off a little while longer. To buy some time, he moved down some and buried his face between her ass checks, running his tongue up and down against her gaping asshole. 

She gasped and moaned so loud he was positive whoever was in the room next door would hear. As he continued to eat her ass, he reached around grabbing hold of her cock and started stroking it nice and slow at first. Then he picked it up a bit,

He flipped her over and lay down on the bed pulling her on top of him and she got the message. 

Sitting on his chest, she started stroking her huge cock right in front of him for a few moments, before sliding forward and shoving it down his throat making him gag. He swallowed every inch of it and savored the taste, inhaling the musky aroma as his own cock throbbed and ached, begging him to continue what he had been doing earlier.

She throat fucked him for about a minute and a half before pulling her dick free from his gullet and slid down, positioning her ass right above his own member and lowering herself down onto him. She loved the feeling of his dick sliding back into her where it had been earlier, where it truly belonged. 

She began bouncing up and down on him now, holding her tits as she did and moaning and calling out his name in pleasure.

"Oh shit, yeah, fuck my ass Dan, fuck' my ass,"

He cock was flopping around, slapping against his stomach and her own as she moved up and down on him and he reached up taking it back in his hand and started jerking it once again. 

She groaned, leaned in and bit his neck, sucking on it forcefully for a few moments before moving to his chest and repeating the same action leaving a huge hickey. That was enough to throw him over and he grabbed her hips, his entire body tensing up as he clung to her. 

They managed to cum at the same time, both of them screaming in pleasure their bodies trembling and shaking fiercely. Her cock erupted, shooting a stream of thick white hot cum all over his chest and' face and only about three seconds later his own dick fired off deep inside of her asshole.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of him once again as she had done earlier, both of them drenched in sweat. The booze we're' beginning to wear off and they were both exhausted, worn out and ready to pass out at just about any given second.

Daisy rolled off' of him and collapsed by his side, he turned over and wrapped his arms around her and she pulled the covers over them both. They lay there, quiet and still for a few seconds before she reached over and clicked off the lamp on the nightstand, blanketing the room in pitch black. 

Within minutes, Daisy had fallen asleep in Dan's arms and he was beginning to drift as well. The last thing on his mind as he slipped into a deep slumber was how great it had felt to do what he had just done with Daisy; he almost wished she wasn't an escort. He almost wished that by some miracle, they could actually be together in a serious romantic relationship. 

He knew better though, this was her job even if she enjoyed doing it it was still nothing more than a job. They couldn't' be in a relationship while she continued sleeping with other men for money without him feeling some type of jealousy over it all.

He shrugged these thoughts off, pulling her closer to him and closing his eyes; he decided to just' enjoy what he had right now. Even if it was only for one night, he had found someone that he felt comfortable with; he wasn't' alone on Christmas eve for the first time in a very long time and that felt good enough as it was. 



Christmas Eve



Merry Christmas Eve.

I toasted myself by the roaring fire as I hoisted my glass of merlot in a solo tribute to holiday cheer.

I glanced at the clock on the mantle. 6:19 PM. My two-year-old black lab, Colby, nestled himself further into my lap, forgetting as always that he weighed ninety-nine pounds and was far from a cuddle dog.

My teenage son was at his mom's house in Virginia for the next week, and it was just me and Colby until New Year's Day.

This is precisely why adult dating sites were invented, for times like these.

I clicked on the laptop and began to click on the menu choices. Let's see...ages 45 to 54, within a twenty-five mile radius of my zip code. Oh, and only those profiles that are currently online, of course. That was my favorite feature of this particular web site. You could see which curious women were simultaneously online with you.

And on Christmas Eve, let's face it, the chances were fairly good that those peeking back at me were similarly alone and, if the fates allow, horny.

I was on my third page of profiles when the first instant message came across the screen. That didn't take long, I mused, glancing at my watch. Less than ten minutes for the first communication. This was the best $39.99 per month I ever invested, I thought to myself for the umpteenth time.

The profile name, which shall remain anonymous for purposes of this saga, was enticing enough in and of itself itself. I recognized it from one of the profiles I had just perused. 

A light-skinned, green-eyed African-American nurse from Norristown whose prose said something about knowing just how to prescribe treatments. She certainly had the brick house body to back up that pseudo-medical pronouncement, especially a set of tits that she wasn't shy to emphasize on her photos.

I confess to having closely scrutinized her assets on my initial browsing, but declined to say hello under the premise that half of the brothers in Montgomery County had probably sniffed after this mocha MILF. Besides, I had a time-tested theory, which albeit was a little short-sighted at times, that the best way of enhancing your chances for a "match" (i.e. 'spontaneous fuck') was letting the woman initiate the contact.

That was my second favorite feature of this gold mine of a mating site. You could instantly see who had viewed your own profile. It was simplistically genius cyber voyeurism, early twenty-first century style.

And so I read her IM, a happy holiday greeting if ever there was one.

"Merry Christmas Eve, handsome. I saw you peeking at me, naughty boy."

There IS a Santa Claus, I thought, as Colby nestled his nose under my arm, vying for my attention. I typed my reply. 

"Guilty as charged, gorgeous. And we're practically neighbors, too. We should go caroling together. Or something." Her address was the next town down, no more than ten minutes away.

She got right to the heart of the matter in her next message. Anyone who tells you that race isn't a deal-breaking topic to most is either naive or lives in Iowa. Which is sort of redundant.

"And here I thought you passed me by because I'm black. If so, your loss, sugar."

I took the bait and decided to raise the ante. If you've read some of my other stories, you'd know that race wasn't an issue for me when it comes to good-lookin' women. As a wise man once said, "They're all pink in there somewhere." Not exactly classy, yet not inaccurate, either.

I hit the keyboard. "Wait. You're black!?!? I hadn't even gotten above those beautiful tits yet to notice. Wow, you're right, you ARE black! Even better!"

I held my breath as I waited for her response, hoping that my brazenness didn't scare her away already. If I learned one thing about these electronic back-and-forth banters, it's better to find out right away if you're dealing with a player. 

She was a player.

"LOL! Handsome and witty. And you have good taste, too. My name is Evette, by the way. Friends call me Eve. Let's chat."

And so we did, carrying on a prolonged IM that escalated in flirtatiousness with every blip on the screen. Eve was an empty-nester, having two daughters. One was twenty-five and had just had Eve's first grandchild, and the other in college who was spending Christmas Eve at her boyfriend's family's house. So, Eve let it be known that she had no plans for this frigid holy night until around 10 AM the next morning, when her daughters would come to visit on Christmas morning. 

That sounded like an invitation of sorts to me, as well as an opportunity. So, I asked. What the hell? That's what Internet sites were for on Christmas Eve, right?

"Well, Eve, since you're so close, why don't you come over and we can give each other a present or two?"

"Well, Johnnie, what did you have in mind? Do you have any stocking stuffers for me?"

"I think I can scrape up something that will fit just right, Eve. Depends what type of stockings you have. Do tell."

There was a delay that was longer than usual. Eve typed a lot faster than I did, so I was a bit apprehensive when I didn't get a reply for about two long minutes. Every other response came almost instantaneously.

"Sorry, I had to go look at the selection. Since 'tis the season, how about red fishnet with lacy garters?"

As if I wasn't hard enough already conversing with this sexy chocolate vixen, my dick took on the texture of an oversized candy cane. Just craving to be licked.

"That's a very festive color, Eve. And since 'tis this is also the season for giving, I think I'd place the mistletoe in all the right places. See, I have sort of an oral fetish, if you're into that. Waddya say? Coming over for a holiday party?"

Her reply sort of startled me, I admit. It sounded ominous for my chances of holiday pussy cheer tonight. Had I fucked it up again, unwittingly?

"Is that all you want, Johnnie? Just a one-night fuck and suck session? Is that what you're looking for?"

Again, Eve typed much faster than I did. Before I could reply, she added (thank goodness), "Because that sounds just about perfect. I'm not into anything beyond the morning, but I am incredibly horny tonight. Give me your address. I'm going to shower, accessorize appropriately, and I'll be there in an hour."

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Colby barked when the doorbell rang at precisely eight o'clock, his canine instincts telling him that his cozy evening plan as a lapdog with daddy was a moot point. We had company, pup. Less than two hours from logging on, there was an order of steaming hot caramel pussy delivered right to the door.

(By the way, in the electronic 'dating' world, yes, sometimes "it" really does happen as easily as this. Not always mind you, not by any means. But if you don't mind being rejected many more times than not, well, you never know until you ask, thanks to the wonders of the web, a gift that must have been arranged through Santa's network. He IS connected, ya know.)

Eve was as advertised, a bit thicker than anticipated perhaps, but not heavy, not by a long shot. She was all woman, a mature hard-body, adorned in a candy-apple-red low-cut button down silk blouse that peered out between the open leather overcoat she was wearing and accentuated a pair of tits that looked like they were footballs smuggled in two of Santa's extra-large sacks.

Her light greenish brown eyes twinkled in the darkness, her dark curly hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her smile was as bright as the Northern Lights. It was the smile of a woman who wasn't disappointed at the sight of the man greeting her in his doorway. The man with the appreciative bulge in his pocket. Me.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she said, adjusting the straps of her pearls that hung between her ample cleavage. "Are you going to be a wise man and invite me in, or should I just go look for room at another inn?"

I took her by the hand, closed the door behind us, and gently pinned her torso against the door, pulling the coat from her shoulders as I did so. Our lips locked in a gentle, soft kiss at first, exploring tentatively. Her full lips were soft and coated with almost a cinnamon-flavored lip gloss. I opened my eyes as our tongues danced to see the small glitter of sparkles on her sepia-hued cheeks, now flushed with desire as she pressed her firm, full tits into my chest as our kiss escalated in intensity.

Eve grabbed the back of my head with her hand as my one hand climbed up to her chest and began to softly touch the mound between her orbs. My other darted down to her waist, which I noticed for the first time was covered in a tight black mini skirt. I caressed her lower thigh below the skirt and felt the unmistakable texture of silky lace. Yes, those were fishnet stockings, all right.

I lifted her skirt so that it was inching up towards her navel and began to knead my hand along her bare buttocks. She groaned into my ear as I felt her hand release from my skull and lower down my own body, separating it from her own for just a few seconds, until she found her target.

She traced the outline of my cock over my pants and panted into my ear, "I had a feeling you'd be endowed, sugar. You're a confident bastard. And you can use that mouth, too. You're a great kisser. That tells me a lot." 

She gave my balls a firm squeeze and growled in delight. My own hand felt the snap on her garter on her inner left thigh, which was now curling around my own leg, effectively dry humping me.

I murmured into her mouth as my lips explored the skin of her long, brown neck, "I was hoping you weren't prejudiced against hung white boys, Eve." I placed a finger onto the warm, sopping honey pot of her pussy to discover there was no material covering the promised land.

She nibbled on my ear. "Hung is my favorite color in a man, baby. The only one that matters." She paused. "Well, that, and a good tongue, too. You seem to qualify for the combo."

"Mmmph," I moaned back into her mouth in consent. "No panties, my favorite color." I started to plunge another digit into her tropical rain forest when I felt an invited cold nose nuzzle between my hand and Eve's sizzling twat.

We both looked down at once at the unexpected intrusion to see Colby sniffing curiously with his snout fighting for room with my fingers up Eve's skirt. Colby instinctively knew the distinct and unique aroma of a female in heat, and he was now competing for a clear path to Eve's treat.

Eve wriggled out of the grasp of my hand and Colby's nose, extracting her self from the doorway while giggling. "Well, you didn't tell me you'd have a horny black male waiting for me, too." She patted Colby's head as he panted and drooled at me with a "Gotcha, Dad" kind of canine grin. He was no dummy, he wanted some amorous attention, too.

"No," I ordered sternly. "Cage. Go to your cage, Colby." He hesitated, but obeyed after a few seconds, his tail between his legs. He sauntered slowly into the living room and slunk into his open metal cage, where he could still have a view of the activities, but no longer as a participant.

"He'll have to be happy with that," I said to Eve as we watched him forlornly glare back at us. "Now, how about some wine? Merlot OK, sexy?"

I led Eve by the hand into the kitchen and poured the already open bottle of Clos Du Bois into two large goblets. Eve leaned against the counter top and turned her back to me, raising the hem of her skirt. She dipped a finger into the glass and brought it to her round backside.

She spread her stiletto-clad legs wide as I watched mesmerized, the folds of a glistening dark pink pussy opening up like a blossoming rose between her chocolate ass cheeks. She bent over the counter, which caused her skirt to ride further up her ass. She ran her manicured middle finger along her left labia, then dipped into the glass wine glass again, and repeated the motion with her other labia.

"Let's do a wine tasting, handsome," she said in her sultry, Tina Turner voice. Yes, that's who she reminded me of, now that I thought about it. She took both of her hands and pulled her full, round buttocks apart, exposing both her beautiful pink cunt and her dark brown puckered anus.

"You first." She tapped her gash expectantly with her fingertips. "Momma needs a good licking."

I needed no further encouragement to savor this holiday nectar, and as the song goes, I fell to my knees. "O Holy Night, O night divine," I hummed on her gash as I lapped at her puffy flaps.

She was shaved, completely smooth. My mouth started to water as soon as I saw her lust-swollen lips. She was wet, and it could be seen glistening on the lips of her sex. I reached up to unzip her skirt and it fell willingly to the kitchen floor, leaving unfettered access to her steaming cunt.

I knelt down again, this time positioning my nose squarely between her ass cheeks. I leaned in close and inhaled her scent. Her aroma was mildly pungent, but fortunately wasn't too strong, yet it permeated my senses and caused me to become rock hard.

Using my hands this time, I spread her lips, revealing the pink insides. Her opening was slightly gaping, her muscles already clinching and releasing, over and over. I pushed my experienced and yet hungry tongue in and slowly licked from her opening up to her hard little clit. 

Her reaction was quick and borderline violent. She thrashed on my face, the pleasure obviously intense as my tongue touched her clit. This time I licked from her clit back down to her opening and beyond to her puckered little ass hole. She must not have been expecting this, because she gasped and reached back and put her hand on my head. 

I thought she was going to push me away, but she held my head in place, I started licking and teasing her ass hole and her opening. My fingers massaging her lips and my thumb circling her clit. Her breathing kept getting faster, and in between each gasp she kept repeating three words over and over.

"Oh Jesus, YES!" Christ was indeed born, it seemed.

I moved my free hand up and over her body, finally ending up on her right breast, as she had somehow removed her blouse without me even realizing it while I was enjoying my gooey chocolate cookie. She was adorned in a bright cherry bustier which was attached to the garters below and stopped just below her massive mounds on top. Of course, I was orally concentrating on her epicenter for the time being. There would be ample time for those yummy-looking tits in my immediate future.

Kneading her fleshy tit and pinching the puffy nipple. I moved my head up slightly and lock my lips over her sensitive clit my tongue flicking over it continuously. My fingers, not working her clit anymore, moved down and I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Her ass shot straight out, nearly bashing my face, and she groaned. "Fuck, YES, baby, eat it, eat my brown sugar, lover!"

This encouraged and motivated me further. I plunged my fingers in and out of her, getting deeper and faster with each thrust. A sheen of sweat formed on her skin, mingling with the wetness from her excited pussy. Her breathing was becoming ragged and hoarse. 

"I'm so close, you're gonna make me cum!" she almost yelled.

Oh, I wasn't going to stop. Santa himself would not have coerced me to stop at that point. I wanted more than anything to make her cum for me. I could feel the walls of her pussy clinching as I fingered her. Her juices were flowing thicker, lubricating her opening for me. She tasted delicious, sweet almost, caramel pussy nectar mixed with coffee.

Eve's back arched and she let out a guttural scream, followed by those two always festive words: "I'M CUMMING!!!"

Her juices flowed down from her gaping slit and all over my mouth and chin, coating me in cum. I was in heaven, her stance now narrowing to brace herself, serving to clamp around my head and I was trapped between her thick luscious thighs as the orgasm I caused ripped through her body.

The orgasm took its time leaving, her body still slightly shuddering from its effect. She looked down at me, her face showing utter content. She reached down and pulled me up to her, drawing me into a kiss.

"My turn," she said, a big smile on her now-glowing face. "Let's find a more cozy setting. Did I see a fireplace in the living room?"

I followed her as she led the way, watching her big firm brown butt wiggle in front of me. I was determined to have me a piece of that chocolate ass real soon. But first, some preliminaries. She took me to the foot of the couch and knelt down herself. At least she had carpet for her knees rather than the tile flooring I endured. 

Eve reached down and unbuckled my belt, extracting my cock from my boxers, unwrapping her present.

"Oh, fuck, what a lovely piece of white meat THIS is," she said, looking legitimately impressed. "Sit down and enjoy," she ordered, squirming between my legs.

Obediently I sat down on the couch. She leaned in for a kiss, licking her own juices from my still-coated lips, then slowly she kissed her way down my chest and stomach, raising my shirt at first and then pulling it over my shoulders. 

When she got to the top of my jeans, she slid them down my legs and over my ankles, boxers with them. My dick sprang completely free, pointing at the ceiling. I hadn't been this hard in far too long. What a wonderful Christmas this was turning out to be.  

My balls felt tight below my dick, there was quite a back-up of seed, and I knew that I had to hold on and not cum within the first few minutes. I wanted the sensation of her sucking me to last.

She took my dick tenderly in her palm and slowly stroked me from base to head, causing a drop of pre cum to squeeze its way out. She looked up at me and lowered her head while never breaking eye contact, gently licking it off. Her eyes never left mine as she did this. The feeling was a jolly one as her tongue slid over the head of my dick.

Without saying a word, Eve took my swollen dick in her mouth. This caused me to groan from deep within, it shuddered out of me. The feeling of her warm, talented mouth on me was indescribable. She took my eight inches of stiff, thick white dick as far as she could into her mouth and licked almost from the base of my shaft up to the head, then slowly swirled her tongue around the tip. 

She started to suck in earnest now, her head bobbing up and down on my dick. I heard the angels singing, this was heaven. She let one hand roam over my body, while the other gently played with my balls. Never too firm, but gently rolling them around in her hand. 

My breathing was coming faster and faster as the pleasure rose in me. I felt the tell tale signs of my impending orgasm start. Much as I tried to maintain self-restraint, there was no way to stop this orgasm, I was going to cum very soon, and there was no way to stop it. She was too good. Dame, this black girl could suck cock.

"Eve, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm so close!" I gasped.

She didn't stop, she actually sped up. Her tongue was now moving all over my shaft as she moved her head up and down on me. She looked up at me and the sight of her, my dick in her mouth, was the final straw. I felt my balls tighten almost painfully, and my orgasm washed over me. 

It was the most intense orgasm I had in years. It felt like I shot a gallon into her mouth. She was ready for it, never missing a beat. She sucked me deep just as I started spraying inside her mouth. And each time I sprayed a stream of cum, she swallowed it.

Finally my orgasm subsided, my body trying to relax. My breathing was still erratic and fast, but I was happy. She didn't stop sucking me after my orgasm. It almost hurt, but not quite. I could feel my dick start to soften, but her attention got it back to rock hard in less than a minute. A Christmas miracle.

I had always been like that when I was younger, I could get hard right after having an orgasm pretty quick. It would just take me a longer to cum the second time. But that was at least a decade ago, yet Eve had successfully discovered my fountain of youth, resuscitating me pretty much instantly.




Christmas Eve



With my dick somehow ready for live action again, she crawled up my body and kissed me. Some men might have been disgusted, since it was my cum I was tasting, yet I have no problem with it. I figure if women can taste themselves, well, why not reciprocate? 

As we kissed and swapped our mutual cum, Eve reached down and took hold of my manhood, and guided me to the right spot, Ground Zero. With a sigh she lowered herself down onto me, my dick encased in velvet heat, prime African-American pussy. A true delicacy. This could easily become a holiday tradition.

"All this pussy licking and sucking your cock has been nice. But I really need you to fuck me with your big dick now," Eve announced. With a sigh as I entered her deepest regions, she added, "That IS the main reason I'm here, after all. To get properly fucked by a gorgeous white dick." She accentuated the "f" sound with an evil hiss to emphasize the desire.

I'm kind of used to easing myself into a woman slowly to allow her to adjust to my girth, but that wasn't necessary with Eve. She wasn't tight, not by a long shot. I had the distinct impression that Eve had enjoyed more than her fair share of big cocks stuffed into her vaginal stocking in her day. Her cunt was sopping and sloppy, yet her muscles knew how to milk a shaft expertly. A connoisseur of cock. My kinda woman.

As she rocked up and down on my erect South Pole, her insides massaged my dick in rhythm with her animated bounces. My testicles slapped against her rump with each descent, causing a cadence of sorts. Call it Jingle Ball Rock, if you will.

Eve straddled my body and lowered herself onto me as she reached behind her and held my tool firmly so that it wouldn't pop out. Not to worry, though. My hard cock slid easily into her channel and she emitted a small gasp as it gradually filled her entire hole and banged against her cervix. 

Eve continued to rock back and forth on top of me as I held on to her curvy ass. I stroked her ass cheeks and molded her firm buttocks in my hands as she picked up the pace fucking herself on my throbbing shaft. My holiday gift started moaning as she fucked faster and faster. I sensed her pending orgasm and then she yelled out.

"I am going to explode again. Oh, hold me, please hold me tight," she screamed. I grabbed onto her plump buttocks like a man hanging onto a handrail in a rocking subway car, a passenger merely along on her rocky ride.

Eve collapsed on top of me, her body quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. I could feel her juices coating my cock as it remained buried in her cunt. It took a few minutes for her to regain her composure and she just lay on me and cooed while I sucked on her tits, slapping them onto my face like a pair of windshield wipers. Eventually she rolled off of me and lay on her back next to me.

It was time for me to fuck her in the ass, though. As she told me a short time before, it was 'my turn'.

So I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She put her head on the cushions and turned to the side so that she could watch. I licked my fingers and then liberally spit on them to lather them appropriately. I then fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. 

"I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together!" Eve exclaimed excitedly. "You know just how to prepare your meal." She wanted this as much as I did. Almost.

After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and ass hole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little ring to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Eve let out another impassioned groan as her rear passage stretched to accommodate my thick circumference. 

"Oh, fuck, you are going to make me like this more than the regular way," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my cock completely each time I had it buried into her sphincter, serving to turn her ass hole into a gaping chasm.

In time, as she adjusted, I felt her ass muscles tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all eight inches were tightly packed up her ass. Eve really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick rod. 

Eve was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as my big heavy balls bounced off her pussy. My black beauty was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit, she exploded again.

I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search for my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the cover of the couch, begging me to cum. 

"Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged.

I felt powerful and dominant with my big white dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a strong black woman who could not get enough of me. Eve lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into her ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed deep into her bowels. I couldn't believe how much cum I produced as my dick continued to hammer into her ass, milking every last drop, reminding me of the old Maxwell House coffee commercial.

When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Eve collapsed on the couch utterly spent. I slumped down next to her still quivering body. I looked over at Eve's rear end and noticed my seed oozing from her asshole. It resembled a natural spring as cum just seemed to bubble up as she tried to relax her contracting anal muscles. I offered her a massage which she gladly accepted. 

I had her lay face down and worked her back, legs and buttocks. Not so surprisingly, I soon massaged and fingered her ass again. She came yet again, perhaps more powerfully than all of the rest combined that night when I finger-fucked her ass for countless minutes. After the digital ass fucking, I rolled Eve over on her back and continued the massage this time working her tits, abs, legs and pubes. I finished her off with another thorough pussy eating which had her screaming my name and humping my face with her volcanic orgasm.

I moved her body around so I could lower a blanket that I had near the couch and then we both crawled under them. Eve kissed me and snuggled in close. She thanked me for a wonderful night of loving and then we both fell into a deep sleep. We would sleep for hours as the night of spontaneous incredible Christmas Eve sex exhausted us.

Christmas morning I woke up with Eve stroking my cock with a warm hand towel to clean me. She smiled at me when she saw I was awake and then she lowered her mouth to my cock and deep throated me as she had the evening before. I decided then to fuck Eve into submission that morning. I rolled her over and got on top of her and slipped my morning erection into her moist pussy. I started fucking her slowly and gradually picked up the pace as she moaned and grunted with primal desire. 

I was determined to fuck her brains out. I could fuck for a long time without cumming that morning after the Christmas Eve festivities. As I pounded Eve's battered pussy she had a continuous string of orgasms. She was screaming and thrashing in ecstasy. Eve held me tight with her strong legs wrapped around my ass, dug her heels into my back and muffled her screams in my shoulder as I pounded her pussy. Finally she shook uncontrollably, screamed and collapsed, her body going limp on the bed.

"Please stop fucking me, no more please. I can't cum anymore please, I have to go," Eve pleaded.

I eased my still hard cock out of her cunt and I actually heard her pussy sucking as if it was gasping for air. I slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. When I returned to the living room Eve was in the same position that I had left her. I got back onto the couch and rolled her over on her stomach.

"Please, John, let my pussy rest," Eve begged.

"Glady. It's not your pussy I'm after, lover," I told her. She kind of giggled and groaned in a "Oh, no, not again" reluctant manner, but she was happily resigned to a final anal assault. Hey, it WAS Christmas.

Eve raised her ass slightly and I slipped a wet finger into her bung hole. She gasped at this newest intrusion initially but then relaxed and enjoyed the stimulation. I added a second finger and Eve gasped again, louder. As I worked my two fingers in her ass, I lifted Eve by her ample hips and she allowed me to lift her ass higher as she kept her head on the pillow on the couch. She knew I was going to take her ass again and she offered no protest.

I lined up my throbbing cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed it in until the head cleared her sphincter. Once again Eve squealed at the intrusion but she did not resist. I eased my cock into her ass inch by inch until it was completely buried in her anal channel. I started slowly as I had before and then picked up the pace. Watching Eve's brown ass impaled on my pale cock as I fucked her sent a chill through my body. My own orgasm, the first and only one of this Christmas Day, was building in my balls and I knew it would just be a matter of minutes before I ejaculated.

My body stiffened, my balls tightened and the first stream of cum entered Eve's asshole catching her by surprise. She hadn't expected me to ejaculate so quickly, it seemed. I pulled my cock from her ass as I continued shooting cum at her asshole. My semen bounced off her anus and her buttocks and then ran down over her pussy lips onto the upholstery of the couch. 

I couldn't have gotten hard again with a crane tugging on my dick. Which was fine with Eve, who had to depart to get her grandkids' presnt under her tree.

As a true romantic, I made Eve my special holiday breakfast. A peanut butter and jelly bagel. (Hey, it was all I knew how to make. I can't be good in the sack AND the kitchen!)

She slipped back into her blouse and skirt and stilettos, which looked a little out-of-place as she stepped into the Christmas morning daylight. I'm sure the neighbors, if they were peering out of their windows, noticed my Christmas visitor's tattered and torn fishnets stockings as they rode up her leg while she eased into her front seat of her car, and then she pulled out of my driveway.

I slept until early afternoon, cuddling with Colby, and then clicked back onto the Internet to re-examine her profile on the dating site where I had "found her" less than twenty-four hours before.

It was gone. "This profile has been removed by user", said the message. Since we had only IM'd together, I didn't have either her e-mail nor her phone number.

I've perused that same web site for a year now, and have fucked several other women on last-second electronic rendezvous, but Eve has never emerged again. It was the ultimate one-night stand. She was truly the ghost of Christmas present.

So, this year, as I reminisce on last year's wondrous event, I can think of only one holiday salutation.

Merry Christmas, Eve!



Christmas Eve



This story follows on from my 'It Was a Few Days before Christmas', and sees Lizzy gift wrapped for Mr P. Although this story stands by itself, it may make it more enjoyable to read the earlier story first.

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It was Christmas Eve. At the end of the long dining room stood a big Norway spruce tree, 12 or 13 feet high, with the top brushing the ceiling of the room. Mr P had cut the tree that morning and he and two of the grooms brought it into the house and set it up. Next to the tree stood a pair of steps -- the kind with a platform on top. On the platform stood a library stool and on top that stood Lizzy on tiptoe and at full stretch using both hands to fix a faded and much worn angel to the top branch. From the other end of the room, her mother called "Lizzy! You mad child, you'll break your neck!"

"Not to worry Maggie; if she falls, your father will catch her," Arthur said, nodding towards the man steadying the ladder. Although now in his seventies, he would be quite capable of catching the girl. The year before, while shopping in London with Lizzy he stopped a young thug with a knife who attempted to mug them. By the time the police arrived, he was administering first aid, having told Lizzy to say the hero of the day had modestly left the scene "In case police disagree with my interpretation of 'reasonable force'". The lad was in hospital for a week.

Lizzy, who usually wore no make-up at all, was wearing vivid red lipstick today. She was conscious that her mouth was very wide and when she did wear lipstick, she emphasized the middle part of her lips. She had on a black velvet off the shoulder skater dress with a short flared skirt: short enough so that the top of her hold up stockings were nearly visible even when she was as ground level. From the top of the ladder, the highly erotic area of leg above the top of her seamed stockings was visible from most of the room. The older man at the base of the tree was gazing fixedly up at her "You are wearing drawers, Lizzy," he said with a heavy tone of mock disappointment.

"Yes, Mac; I knew we would be decorating the tree and I suspected you would offer to steady the ladder."

"Killjoy", he muttered. She climbed down the shaky ladder and he grabbed her gently but firmly around the waist to lift her gallantly, if redundantly, off the last step.

"Tree done, all the presents done, now for a drink," said Lizzy.

Her mother corrected her, "Not all the presents, Lizzy. We haven't done Mr P's yet."

"Oh, right. What are we giving him?" asked Lizzy breezily.

"Well, we rather thought... You," replied her mother, tilting her head to one side.

"What? Last week you had Father fuck me on the dining table and now you acting as my pimp for the staff. This is too much," said Lizzy angrily.

Her grandfather, Mac, who still had his hands on her waist, spun her round to face him "Lizzy, the Pargeters are not staff: they are like family. Pargeters have been serving this family for a thousand years. They were with us at Crécy and Agincourt and in every war since. Joe Pargeter, the present Mr P, was with me in Afghanistan when we helped the Mujahideen chase the Soviets out in 1989. If you do not want to do it, then say so, but do not call Joe Pargeter staff. Lizzy and her grandfather had a very close bond and his reproach hit home.

"Sorry, Mac" she almost whispered, "I did not know." 

"Well?" Her mother returned to business. "Will you do it? It is only for a couple of hours. It is not as if you are going to be his concubine." 

"I guess..."

"Elizabeth!" Her mother seldom used Lizzy's full name and then only to scold her, "You are not American. I want to hear 'Yes'"

"Very well, yes."

Margaret addressed her father, "Father - " Only Lizzy called her grandfather Mac and only the two of them knew why, "- would you be so kind as to undress Lizzy." 

He tapped her left arm to indicate she should lift it, which she did. He then reached under her arm, unfastened the hook-and-eye at the top of the hidden zip, and pulled the zip down to her waist. Margaret was intrigued to know how he was able to go to the hidden zip without the slightest hesitation, but said nothing. 

The boned top of Lizzy's dress fell open revealing her small but well formed breasts and with the slightest nudge from her grandfather, the dress fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it. Now she was only wearing her hold up stockings and a pair of pale blue silk French knickers, having removed her shoes earlier to climb the ladder contraption. 

"Beautiful knickers Lizzy," her mother could not stop herself saying. "Where did you get them?"

"They let me off school one weekend last term because I was ahead and Mac took me to Paris as a treat: an atelier somewhere in the 8th -- he'll know," replied Lizzy, nodding towards her grandfather, forgetting she was practically naked in front of most of her family.

"When you women have finished swapping fashion tips..." Arthur brought the room to order.

"Take them off Lizzy," said her mother. While Lizzy wriggled out of her knickers, her mother and father moved behind her with a length of black silk ribbon. "Put your hands behind your back." Starting in the middle of the length, they put a turn around her long slender neck, like a classic Victorian choker. Then with one of them on each end of the ribbon, they started to circle her like maypole dancers. The ribbon went from the back of her neck over her shoulders, crossed between her breasts, round the back and crossed again, coming forward at waist level and plunging in a deep V between her legs, up her arse crack and finishing by tying her arms together at the wrists and elbows at the back. "I do prefer tying the elbows together as well as the wrists: it keeps the shoulders back and the tits out, I find," said her mother.

They had gift-wrapped Lizzy. The cross of black silk emphasized her breasts and the dramatic V directed the eye towards the delights of her sex.

"Let's go," said her father opening the French Windows onto the garden.

"Where are we going? The Pargeters live in." said Lizzy, looking out through the open doors at the cold, dark garden.

"Rose Cottage. They use it if they do not want to say in the house. Mrs P is away at her sister's tonight; she goes every Christmas Eve. She leaves out a cold supper for us and is back early enough to get our lunch on Christmas Day. Mr P spends the evening in the Red Lion and sleeps in the Cottage. I suspect he is expecting you, so he will not be late tonight," explained her father.

"But Rose Collage is 5 minutes' walk and it is cold," pleaded Lizzy.

"Don't whine, darling," scolded her mother gently. You are happy to stand thigh deep in cold water for half the night to get a good shot at geese in morning, so don't give me that." They filed out of the doors into the garden and walked in a single line. Arthur in evening dress leading the way; then Lizzy naked but gift-wrapped, arms tied behind her, breasts high and forward, her hair up emphasizing her slender neck; followed by her grandfather also in evening dress and her mother who had thrown on a riding coat over her dress. It was a cool, but not cold, fine night with enough of a moon for them not to need lamps. The cool air made Lizzy's nipples stand out and gave her goose bumps. 

"This path goes near the road to the village. What if someone sees us?" complained Lizzy.

"Then you will not have buy your own drinks in the Red Lion for while", quipped her father.

"Arthur, I despair of you sometimes," said Margaret feigning annoyance. They arrived at the cottage and went in. No one locked doors on the estate. It was neat and modern inside. They climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. Margret pulled back the bedclothes said to Lizzy, "get in".

"Wait a moment," Arthur reached under his coat and pulled out an antique spreader bar: bronze with soft kidskin padding in the rings.

Lizzy, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at the object, slightly puzzled. "Is that an ankle spreader? The rings are very big. One could simply pull one's feet through the rings."

"Yes it is a spreader, Lizzy. Modern ankle spreaders allow the woman to bring her knees together and so close her legs. This one fits just above the knee and actually keeps you open slightly."

"Super," said Lizzy ironically.

"It is a decoration really. Mr P will be kind to you," said her mother bent over and fitted the spreader, lifted the girl's legs on to the bed and drew up the bed covers. "You must have been eight when I last tucked you up in bed, Lizzy."

"Get lost", hissed Lizzy.

They took the hint, turned off the light and left, locking the door from the outside on the way out.

Lizzy had been alone for perhaps 30 minutes, keeping quite still at first because she was so cold, but was starting explore small movements when she heard someone climbing the stairs. The key in the lock turned and the overhead lights came on, blinding Lizzy momentarily. 

"What have we here", said Mr P in mock surprise. Then in real surprise he exclaimed, "Lady Elizabeth, Miss Lizzy!" For a moment, he seemed unsure of the correct form of address in these circumstances.

"Come off it, Mr P, you were expecting me."

"I was expecting someone but usually it is one of the local girls. I don't know the details. Your father arranges it all. The estate owns some farms and cottages and there is usually a family, with a pretty daughter or young wife, behind on the rent and I suspect he comes to an arrangement. But you are a real treat!" He pulled down the bedcovers and uncovered her slender body crisscrossed with ribbons. "Oh, and gift-wrapped too! How nice. Well, my lady, let's get started"

"Mr P, Joe, you are about to rape me. Don't you think 'my lady' is bit formal?"

"It's not rape, Lady Elizabeth, and you know it. You can stop this now if you want." 

Well?" He asked, firmly. They both knew she could stop it, but they both knew she would not. Age-old forces of duty and tradition drove them, not to mention lust.

She shook her head.

"Say it, please," my lady.

"Don't stop", she muttered quietly. He nodded and put his hands on her breasts.

"You are freezing," he said. "Your nipples are like iron." He slid his hands down her body and between her legs. She shivered, not entirely because of the cold. He explored her sex, probing with his fingers. "You are ready, though. I am going to fuck your face". Like many young women, Lizzy did not regard taking a man's cock in her mouth as real sex: more like heavy snogging. 

"I will suck your cock". She replied. 

"No, I don't want you to suck it. In fact, I do not want you to do anything except open your mouth and throat. Open your mouth. I am going to push hard down your throat. Try to open your throat -- it is a knack but you will learn quickly. You will have a gag reaction, which I will enjoy because your throat muscles will grip the end of my cock. Do not worry. I will not let you choke." She opened her mouth, actually to speak, but he was ready for this and plunged his cock in hard. With a hand on either side of her head, he worked it backwards and forwards. Lizzy made unintelligible noises and struggled. "Breathe through your nose, girl. Keep up the noise though, I rather like it," he encouraged. He was using her as a masturbation aid. He had no concern at all for her. It did not take him long to come and Lizzy had little choice but to swallow it. He pulled clear and flopped down beside her. They lay next to one another for a while. 

"Mr P," Lizzy spoke first.

"Yes, Miss"

"I haven't come yet. Will you fuck me now; just a straightforward fuck in my cunt," asked Lizzy quietly. 

The older man took a few moments to answer, "I don't use those pills, Miss, and I came pretty well in your throat. I will need some help getting hard again."

"What do you want me to do?" she could hardly believe she was saying this to the old man. 

He looked down at her. Her neat French Roll had started to disintegrate allowing wisps of hair to fall and frame her face. Lipstick smudges and come streaks surrounded her mouth. He pulled himself up off the bed and crossed the room to the sideboard, opened a drawer and took out a small Swaine and Adeney ladies' hunting crop with a silk lash. "This will sting like hell but it will not damage you -- the marks will be gone in a few days." He raised it to strike her.

"But I am on my back, Joe!" She stopped him, using his first name. "At least turn me over, please."

"If you want to turn over, I won't stop you."

"But look, my hands are tied, and I have a spreader on my legs. I can't turn over by myself."

"Try. This may help," he said as he struck her across her breasts, quite lightly, with the whip.

"Aw!" She arched her back and started to wriggle in an attempt to turn over.

The whip snapped across her again, across her breasts then 

quickly again just below them. He was working downwards. Again, it cracked across her stomach this time. She arched and wriggled furiously. "You just keep wriggling about like that, Miss." Said Mr P as he drunk in the sight of the young woman, now glistening with sweat, writhing on the bed. "It has brought my cock to attention nicely." Crack, now the whip struck just below the protruding bones of her thighs and across her pubic mound. 

"Ow! That fucking hurt!" 

He put down the whip turned her over onto her face. He grasped her hips and pulled her up so she was kneeling, legs held wide apart with the knee spreader. He grabbed her breasts and started to push his penis into her vagina from behind, not all at once, but a little at a time; withdrawing a little, and then pressing in a little further. 

"Stop messing about and fuck me you old fart!" shouted Lizzy. He obliged by pushing all the way in and he felt the heat of her climax, the effect of which was to bring him off too.

He climbed off the bed and gently removed the spreader bar and with a knife from the bedside table, undid the ribbons that crisscrossed her body. He helped her up and led her downstairs. When they reached the front door, her handed her a full-length rainproof riding coat, which she put on. "I will walk with you to the garden of the big house, Miss," he offered.

"After all I have been through, I think I can manage to get home Mr P," she said rather contemptuously.

"But, Miss Elizabeth, the lads at the Red Lion know about my little Christmas treats and sometimes hang about for left overs, like. I don't mind if it's one of the village girls but it wouldn't be right for you."

"Do you have a priest, Mr P?"

He reached down into a wooden box by the front door and took out a small black wooden club, used for administering the last rites to rabbits if a shooter had not made a clean kill, and offered it to her.

"It is past closing time. They will be half-cut and I am not one of the village girls: I'll manage." She reassured him, and left.



Christmas Eve



It was late Christmas Eve when you arrived home, but in entering the living room, you realized that it was worth the wait. You saw her sitting in front of the Christmas tree, the soft white lights giving her a surreal aura. Sinatra played softly in the background and she hadn’t heard you come in, so you stood there, unannounced, drinking in the beauty of the picture before you.

A fire crackled in the stone fireplace and the warmth spread throughout the room. You don’t know how long you stood there until you were mystically drawn to her. Even though you approached silently and from behind, she seemed to know that you were there and did not start as you gently touched her shoulder.

She turned toward you slowly with a smile that not only made your heart skip a beat, but also started a spark within the pit of your stomach. You weren’t sure if the fire you saw reflected in her eyes was reflecting from the fireplace or from what you must have been feeling at that moment.

She reaches toward the fireplace and picks up the rum and coke that had been placed there, awaiting your arrival. As you take the drink, your fingers connect with hers and you are startled by the intensity of the feelings that the simple touch creates within you.

She reaches toward you to untie the tie that still hangs from your neck and her nimble fingers slowly undo the buttons of your shirt. You feel the fire in you grow until the flames slowly consume you. You put your drink back down and reach for her. She is wearing only a royal blue silk robe and the fabric is warm from the fire and smells of her perfume. Your hands slowly untie the belt to allow the robe to fall open, exposing the porcelain skin to your roaming hands. The firelight makes the fine silver chain that you gave her the night before sparkle rivaling the diamonds in her hazel eyes. 

Your own shirt has been removed and she gently scratches the skin with her nails. You are both kneeling on the floor facing each other now and neither of you seem to want to change positions at this point, so you spend the next few moments simply exploring and reacquainting yourselves with the body that you know as well as your own. You slide the robe off her shoulders and it drapes at her back. The firelight makes her skin glow and you lean forward to trail kisses from her shoulder, to her neck and eventually you capture her lips. You become obsessed with the taste of her and nudge her mouth open with your tongue so that you can claim the treasure within. Your breathing becomes erratic as your lips separate from hers. She, too, is trying to catch her breath. You take this opportunity to shift positions, standing and drawing her up with you, gently removing the robe from her body. She reaches for your belt, swiftly undoing it and removing your pants. She folds them neatly and puts them with your shirt and tie. You are left with only boxers and socks, which you remove while she moves your clothes to the rocking chair in the corner.

As she returns to your waiting arms, you hold her close, feeling her now hardened nipples press against your chest. As she looks up, you feel like you are drowning in the dark pools of her eyes. She raises herself on the tips of her toes and at the same time reaches behind your head and pulls your lips down to hers. Her kiss, feather light at first, touches the corners of your mouth then becomes bolder and she gently nips your bottom lip. You let out a groan and you both sink to the floor. She is there, a feast for your senses. It is then that you notice that she had plucked a single yellow rose from the bouquet that you had sent earlier in the day and is still holding it in her free hand. You reach for the fragrant flower and slowly draw it across her skin. You see the soft flesh react to the petals as you touch her nipples and pull the bloom through the valley between her breasts. Her back arches as she is slowly tormented by the delicate fragrance and exquisite sensation. You continue the descent with the rose; gently spreading her legs so that the two flowers finally meet. You move closer so that you can breathe in the fragrance of the flower, combined with the heady aroma of her obvious need. She feels your warm breath on her inner thighs and is suddenly overcome by an orgasm that she had no idea was so close to the surface. 

You watch in wonderment as her juices flow from the pink swollen lips, knowing that it was you that brought her to this place and it is your name that she now whispers in a voice that is like music to your ears. You place the rose on the fireplace and slowly drink the nectar from her flower, taking the time and care that only a true lover can. Your own need is great, yet you only want to please her right now. You know that time is of no consequence.

As you notice that her breathing has slowed, you reach for the blanket that is draped on the sofa behind you. The two of you sit in front of the fire, wrapped only in the blanket and each other, savoring the intimacy and the silence.

She turns toward you and softly places her hand against your cheek, absently tracing your lower lip with her thumb as she gazes into your eyes. Her lips slowly form a mischievous smile and her eyes take on the sparkle that you know means she is ready to play. With that she gently pushes you onto your back on the floor and begins the assault.

Her hands seem to be everywhere on your body and you feel your flesh begin to respond. You try to capture her to fulfill the need in you, but she manages to evade you each time. She reaches for her glass of white wine but rather than take a drink, you watch entranced as she slowly drizzles it on your nipples. The cold liquid seems to sizzle on your skin. She then proceeds to encircle the damp area with her hot mouth and you nearly lose the tight control you have on your now rigid erection. You know there is no sense in rushing her or trying to gain the upper hand in this situation. She has you right where she wants you and in truth, right where you want to be. She continues the onslaught with the wine, pouring a stream down the center of your chest, on to your abdomen and leaving a pool in your navel. As she tantalizingly laps the now warm liquid from your skin with swirling circular motions, stopping every so often to lave extra attention to some spot that seems to have caught her attention, you wait for the right moment to make your move. 

That opportunity comes as she finishes the last drop from your navel and turns to set the glass down. You seize the moment and pounce. You encircle her waist and pull her down on top of you. You hear her laugh and for a moment you feel her feeble attempt to regain control of the situation. One look into her impish smile tells you that she wants you inside her as much as you want to be there. You roll her over onto her back and she spreads her legs to invite you in. Knowing that the path is paved with her body’s own honey, you insert the head and with one long stroke, completely bury yourself within her sheath. You become committed to a rhythm, withdrawing only to impale yourself again. Her long legs wrap themselves around your waist, drawing you closer. You look into her eyes and see the hunger that mirrors your own. You feel her muscles tighten and as she once again approaches a climax, but rather than only watching this time, you feel the wave take over her body as she arches up into you. As her explosion commences, so do the eruptions that take over your senses. You find her soft lips and cling to that last shred of sanity before you begin spiraling out of control. Pinpoints of light flash behind your eyelids as her orgasm triggers your own. You wonder how such pleasure can exist and then you are lost in her.

You remain that way for some time, at one point reaching for the discarded blanket and gently covering her still quaking body. Time passes and her breathing becomes somewhat regular. Slipping from her side, you take a swallow of your now warm drink and start the shower.

The steam builds in the room as you step into the jets of warm water. You stand there for a while, enjoying the simple pleasure of remembering. You are brought back to the present by a hand gently soaping your back. She starts at your shoulders and works her magic on the muscles in your shoulder blades and down your spine. She pays close attention to your buttocks and works her way gradually down to your feet, then works her way back up. She turns you so that the water is now rinsing the suds from your back as she starts the ritual again on your chest. If the memories didn’t have you aroused already, her hands are taking up the challenge. She gently washes you, teasing your nipples as she goes. 

You step back, allowing the water to flow over your shoulders, removing the soap from your body. She continues to caress you and as she works her way down to your erection, you watch as the tip of her tongue traces a path. She moves you so that your legs are slightly spread so as not to lose your balance. You watch as the water flows over her, much like standing in a waterfall. She grasps you with one hand and cradles your testicles with the other. You are overcome with the sight of her on her knees before you, water cascading over her shoulder length hair, but unwilling to break the spell, you remain still. Your only movement is brush the hair from her face. You watch with awe as she takes you in. You feel her tongue on you skin as she makes love to you with her mouth. Much the same as the rhythm you subjected her to earlier, she draws back until you are almost out of her mouth and then draws you back in. The combination of sight, sound and feeling are too much for you and you begin to explode once again. She drinks all of your offerings and looks up to you with a Cheshire smile. You pull her to her feet and to you. She offers her lips and you ravish the mouth that just provided you with such ecstasy. 

You finish the shower by soaping her down and gently cleansing every inch of her body, stopping only long enough to plant a kiss, or insert a finger or a tongue. By the end of the shower, you have brought her to two more orgasms that rival each other and she is begging for you to make love to her once more. You glance down, realize that you would like nothing better than to honour her request and lead her to the bed……



Christmas Eve



I procrastinated, so this was too late for the contest. I'm posting it anyway. I hope you enjoy it.

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I woke up in the dark. I knew it was cold in the house because my nose (the only part of me sticking out from under the covers) was icy. I stayed there deciding if the pressure in my bladder was bad enough to force me out of my cocoon and to the bathroom.

Then I started to worry. Was it too cold? Had the furnace died? I took a deep breath. I had to pee. Even if I could have held it, my concern was already chipping away at the residue of my slumber. I had to get up and check the heat. It wouldn't do to have Christmas morning begin with an emergency like frozen pipes.

Trying not to disturb my sleeping wife I eased out of bed. I grabbed my thick robe and stuffed my feet into my slippers. From the ambient feeling, I thought my concern was misplaced. Most likely the temperature had just dropped lower outside and I would just have to turn up the thermostat a little.

I went and emptied my bladder. A shiver ran down my back as I shook the last of it from the end of my dick. In another three seconds I was stepping down the carpeted stairs to check the heat. The stairs are at the end of the hall in our house. From the bottom, a door on the right leads to the kitchen and the back door. Halfway down on the left is a broad open doorway into the living room. At the opposite end of the hall, facing the stairs is the front door. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the door. It was standing open about six inches! As I watched, an errant gust of wind blew a handful of quickly melting snowflakes into the house.

I had been the last one to bed that night and I knew I'd checked and locked the door. I always do. Or did I? Maybe I'd been sleepier than I knew. The idea of an intruder didn't dawn on me until I realized that I was able to see the door by the light from the living room. It wasn't a lamp, but the colored glow of the tree lights. I knew I'd turned them off! That was when the image of a sneak thief entered my mind.

If I'd been more awake, I would have realized how ludicrous that idea was. What self-respecting thief would break in and turn on the Christmas tree lights to rob the house by? Still, I silently ducked into the kitchen and opened the pantry closet there. I was looking for something to use as a defense.

I ruled out the knives immediately. What I wanted was a club -- a baseball bat, a poker, something. The only bat in the house was in my son's closet upstairs, buried under things that fell there since summer ended and fall began. The fireplace poker was where it belonged -- next to the fireplace in the living room. The burglar had better access to it than I did.

There was only a broom in the pantry and that picture didn't exactly strike a strong pose. 'Get out or I'll sweep you!' Finally I settled for the hammer that was in the junk drawer in the kitchen. I'd wanted a longer reach, but it would have to do. I gripped it and inched my way back into the hall and toward the living room door.

I stood with my back to the wall and listened. At first I didn't hear anything. Then I heard what sounded like a whisper. If there were more than one of them I was in trouble. Then I heard the dry rustle of paper. I got really pissed then. It was some of those bastards who broke in and stole Christmas presents! Every year you read about at least one case where that happens. Usually they show the family standing forlorn and giftless.

I lost my sense of caution. I spun around and jumped into the room with a yell. I couldn't have been more surprised if I'd found a three headed dragon, though what I found was much nicer.

The tableau froze for several seconds. Then everything was a mad scramble. I dropped the hammer and reached out to capture one or more of the short creatures that were clambering all over the presents, the furniture and the mantle.

When I hit the floor my arms were full. What I held I still did not believe. I had my arms wrapped around three small manikin type beings that looked like -- and dressed exactly like the classic image of -- elves! They had a very alien odor about them. My grip held and they soon stopped struggling. One of the ones I held was apparently the leader. A word from him (in no language I'd ever heard) stopped all the rest of them in their tracks. I counted them. Besides the three I had caught, there were four others that I could see. After only a few moments, those four scampered past me and into the hall. I heard the door open and slam.

I looked back down at the captives. The leader grinned up at me from his position in the crook of my elbow, and there was a definite element of nastiness in it. I was reminded that even as an adult I had always been curious about mythology. Part of that is the mythology of the "wee folk". From what I have read, the "sweetness" of these creatures inherent in all the fairy tales is what was whitewashed from the original stories. Apparently they were more like Rumplestiltskin -- kidnapping children and taking names. Sprites, elves and dwarves were supposedly as varied in their moods and personalities as humans. They could be good or evil or anywhere in between.

The leader continued to look at me. I could see he was taking pains to mask his true nature. His eyes now assumed a more innocent cast. His face was not childlike. It had more of an animalistic appearance. It was as if a fox had a short snout and human features. Its eyes were green and too big for its face. The ears under the pointy hat were also pointed, just like in all the story books. The whole scene made me dizzy and I began to wonder whether I was really awake.

Suddenly I realized that it was something the elf was doing that made me think that way. I shook my head and got a good grip on them with one arm. Then I stripped off the belt of my robe and tied it around the three I had. With them back to back, the belt held them secure enough for me to get some distance. I jerked the terrycloth lasso and dragged them into the hallway. From the closet by the front door I got a length of rope. I tied each of their feet first. When I released the belt they jumped but all three fell to the carpet. In a short while I had tied their hands behind them. If they were truly magic beings the rope probably wouldn't keep them captive for long. It seemed to be doing the job right then, however.

I sat back and only then realized that the absence of my belt had left me "hanging loose", so to speak. I became self conscious then, especially since two of the three I had just been so physical with were undeniably female. All of them were beautiful. It is only because they seemed more like animals than humans that I felt comfortable applying that term to a male. A male horse or dog can be beautiful. My wife says I'm beautiful sometimes. It is rare for me to even describe another man as handsome.

They didn't seem afraid, just kind of resigned. Anyway, what made me realize I was sitting there with my dick hanging out was the sight of one of the female elves staring hungrily at my groin. I guess the ordeal had excited me some. I was sporting about half a hard on. She looked up at me with a kind of a green tinge to her complexion. Then she smiled. A glance showed me that elf girls respond just like human women. Her nipples were evident under her jerkin. I guessed they didn't make bras for elves.

Okay. This was the first -- and only -- time I'd ever seen an elf. But some things are universal. When the little elf lady smiled at me there was no mistaking the lust in the expression. My half-hard grew to nearly full as images of rolling around naked with a miniature -- but adult -- lady with pointy ears rolled across my mental screen. I picked up the belt and retied my robe.

I looked them all over. Their dress was right out of the Brothers Grimm. Green soft leather jerkins and pants were cut in scallops at the hems. Their hats, as I said were pointed. Their eyes were large and liquid. The eyelashes could have been braided, they were so long. I glanced back at my apparent admirer and she batted those long lashes at me and I felt the house grow warmer around me.

"Can you understand me?" I asked the leader. He nodded his head. "What are you doing here?"

"Have you looked at the calendar? It is Christmas Eve," he said. He might as well have just said, "Well, Duh!"

"Wait a minute," I said. "I'm way too old to believe in all that stuff. I know where these presents came from. I paid for most of them."

He grinned at me. "You paid for some of them, it is true. But come morning there will be others here. You'll think you paid for them as well. There's a nice new robe here that your wife will swear she bought for you. As of right now she's never laid eyes on it, though."

His story sounded doubtful to me. How ludicrous, really, is it to think that an old man and his crew of elves -- no matter how numerous they might be -- could canvas the entire Christian world in one night. Even if you factor in the International Dateline and the leeway that provides, it would be impossible. The elf continued to speak.

"You know, you're throwing us off schedule. Anyway, what do you plan to do with us? Call the Enquirer? Jerry Springer? You'd be called a fraud. People will see us as "Little People". You know, the normal human dwarfs that live all over the universe."

It took a second for it to register. He had said, "all over the universe". Suddenly these beings held much more importance for me. "Is that a literal term you just used?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, a frown wrinkling his smooth forehead.

"You said 'the universe', not 'the world'. Do you know of other worlds, then?"

He jerked at my question. "Well, I mean…you know. There's the place we spend most of our time. And then there's here." He stopped and waited. He sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you. But you have to untie my friends here first."

I looked at the females. They looked a bit smaller and less wiry than the male. Still, I knew looks can deceive. Now, though, they were both smiling at me. While the male and I had been talking, they had been warbling in their tongue in an undertone.

I considered the situation. What he had said was true. Even placing the evidence before their eyes would prove useless to the world at large. Even if being in their actual presence convinced some people, the majority were too hidebound to believe what these creatures actually were. I sighed. I intended to wake my wife up before letting them go in any case. I wanted somebody to believe me.

I untied the rope from the two girls -- I couldn't think of them as women, or even females, really. They were only about as tall as my waist. As I struggled with one knot, the girl next to her rubbed her face against my arm, just like a cat will rub against a person to demand attention. I glanced down at her.

From my perspective I could look right down the front of her jerkin. I saw that she had the larger breasts of the two. I saw, too, that they had very large, very erect nipples. I detected a shift in the scent in the air. I wondered about that.

I got them untied and they stood up to rub at their wrists. Then they came to stand beside me. I got a chill when they stood -- one to each side -- and wrapped their arm around my waist. The chill was replaced by a flash of warmth that ran through me. I felt my dick begin to grow again. They were exuding some kind of pheromone and it was affecting me! I pushed them -- not roughly, but firmly -- away and led them to the couch where I deposited them. They giggled and made pouty faces at me, but they remained where I'd put them.

I went back to the male. "Do you have a name?" I asked him. He looked at me as if I was the thickest post in the fence.

"Of course I do. I am Malcolm. Those are Arista and Selena." He leaned forward in a conspiratory fashion and stage-whispered, "Selena's the one with the big tits."

I glanced back at the girls to see that they had apparently lost interest in us. They were caressing each other and whispering to each other. "Our females are the horniest in creation," Malcolm said to me. "I could arrange a 'ransom', if you'd care to partake. They both seem quite as taken with you as you seem to be with them."

Again, images of naked miniature women -- think of Julia Roberts as Tinkerbell in 'Hook', only without the flimsy minidress -- riding my erection popped into my brain. I shook my head. Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, taking my head shake for a refusal.

"Okay. I'll tell you. Obviously there is no toy factory at the North Pole. We aren't that stupid." Malcolm went on to basically confirm all the wild stories about the ethereal folk and our kind. Our races had once lived together. The industrial age with its burgeoning of the use of steel and iron, its pollution of the air, water and earth, had caused the split. In addition, the scarcity of the appearances of elves, dwarves, trolls and goblins in daily life had given rise to the idea that they were all fictitious. The resulting suspension of belief in all things magical had caused what he called an "allergic reaction" between the races.

Our very worlds had divided and they lived in theirs while we remained in ours. Rarely is anyone fortunate -- or sometimes unfortunate -- enough to cross over. "This night is the only constant in the entire year. It is our night and our burden. Our labors this night are the price we pledged to be allowed to retain any share of existence."

"But how many of you are there? Surely there are not enough to deliver gifts to all Christian homes everywhere!" I still felt dizzy, but my mind was working -- after a fashion.

"No, no," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Hardly. When there were fewer of you and more of us, that was the case. But your numbers have swelled and ours declined. That is the reason we do things differently now. Back then there was no doubt where the extra gifts came from. It would hardly be fair nowadays to only give to those we can in one night. All those children who didn't get a special gift would think they had misbehaved badly over the preceding year and lose immeasurable self-esteem."

We talked for another half hour until I could see that he was being forthright with me. I released his bonds and he stretched stiffly. His eyes went to the girls and he said something in that liquid-sounding language. They untangled themselves and they were not concerned at all about the amount of elf flesh that had been bared during their interlude. Both pairs of breasts were open to my sight, as well as Arista's -- no, that was Selena -- round little ass cheeks. When they stood up I saw that she had absolutely no pubic foliage at all. It added to her resemblance to a young girl.

She looked up at me from under her lowered lashes and saw I was staring at her. When her eyes went to my groin I realized that my erection was sticking completely out of my robe. I froze. The atmosphere of pheromones had increased and I felt no concern or embarrassment about my exposure. In fact…

I found myself -- seemingly without having actually gone there -- between the two "elfettes" on the couch. They were tearing at my robe and I was trying to get them the rest of the way out of their clothing. All the while, Selena's mouth was attached to mine. Her small lips were extremely warm and, close as we were, her scent overpowered me.

Arista had attached her equally hot little mouth to my dick and was giving it the hottest blow job I'd ever had. They were practically weightless. I lifted Selena up to bring her crotch to my mouth. She spread her legs and threw them over my shoulders, resting her hands on the top of my head. 

I cannot describe her taste. It was nothing like the taste of a human woman. The base was slightly sweet, and that didn't change. Otherwise, the "side flavors" seemed to metamorphose with the level of her arousal. From the rapid changes, she was becoming very aroused. Her juices were clear and very fluid. My lips, chin, and chest were coated with them in a few minutes. She was moaning and mouthing something in her language.

Arista suddenly stood up and straddled my thighs. She was trying to insert me into her small pussy. I reluctantly took Selena away from my mouth and eased her to the floor. She protested loudly, but when she saw that I was simply changing positions, she accepted it. I reclined and she climbed back on my face, facing my feet this time. She bounced up and down on my tongue while her sister again straddled me.

With sisterly help, Arista succeeded in getting me inside her. Then the two rode me like cowgirls, whooping and warbling. Their pale flesh took on the colors of the Christmas lights. First they seemed to glow red, then green, followed by blue and gold. At the time I was too busy to notice anything but the ecstatic feelings their efforts and aromas were producing in me.

I glanced once toward Malcolm to see that he had stripped his tights to his knees and was manipulating his own erection. He may have been the same size as me, or even a little smaller, but on his diminutive frame it looked huge. He was as hairless as the girls and his balls hung down below.

I was so lost in what was happening to me that it didn't occur to me that we might be overheard until it was much too late.

"George!" The sound of my wife's voice was like a short dash of cold water. But that only lasted a few seconds. The almost palpable aroma reached her nostrils and I saw her eyes go to the stiff cock that Malcolm was pointing directly at her. She opened her robe and let it slip to the floor as she fell to her knees. I only allowed a second to watch her start to suck him before I returned my attention to the two girls. I felt my orgasm approaching. Then it was there! I filled Arista's little box with my cum and she spasmed around me as she reached her own climax.

Selena jumped off my face and shoved Arista aside. She took the place her sister had been evicted from and I slipped easily into her. Incredibly I had lost none of my firmness and she began to ride.

Now that my vision was unimpeded I looked back at my wife and Malcolm. She was deep-throating him, her hands clenching his small buttocks. He was pinching and twisting her nipples. Her breasts were almost the size of his head and he was plainly enjoying himself. I put my hands on Selena's hips and pushed up into her as she slid down my shaft. Then a motion at the edge of my sight caught my attention.

I looked back at my wife. Arista had crawled under my wife's spread thighs and was busily eating her, much to my wife's obvious delight. Then Selena began to sing. It was a strange melody and the words were incomprehensible, being in her strange tongue. The feeling the song conveyed was unmistakable, however. It left a bittersweet tang in my heart that was at once lustful and earthy. She fucked herself on me mercilessly as she sang.

Malcolm's voice joined in, supplying a counter harmony. When I reached my second climax the edges of my vision darkened. The last thing I remembered was the sight of Malcolm's cum leaking from the corners of my wife's mouth while she let out her own howl of completion.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I realized was that my head was throbbing. I had to lie back and close my eyes again. When I was finally able to open them again I took stock of my surroundings. I was lying naked on the couch. I looked around me and saw my wife lying -- apparently sound asleep -- on the carpet in front of a nice fire that had been started in the fireplace. She was naked, too. The first rays of morning light were coming in the windows.

Flashes of the wild dream I'd had flitted through my mind. It had been a doozie! Then I stopped and really thought about where we were and wondered what the hell we were doing there. I seemed to recall going to bed with my wife the night before. What were we both doing here like this? We'd had a couple of cups of eggnog the night before, but I'd swear I hadn't been drunk.




Christmas Eve



I'd checked the doors, turned out the lights and the tree, brushed my teeth and gone to bed. The door? Something about the door was tickling my memory. I stood up, feeling pangs of stiffness, as if I'd been working out in my sleep. I grabbed my robe from the floor and struggled into it as I went to the front door. It was closed and locked the way it should be.

I returned to the living room. My wife was stirring and sitting up. I turned my back to the fire and felt its warmth. The fire! We hadn't had a fire the night before. I remember doing my usual joke routine for the kids. Their response, as always, was, "No, Daddy! No fire! Santa will get burned!"

My wife stood beside me and yawned. "The fire feels great, Honey. Thank you." The expression on my face must have told her I was ignorant. "You DID start it, didn't you?" I shook my head.

Something was definitely weird, but there was a tingling in the back of my mind that said we shouldn't delve too deeply into things. She must have felt the same way. All she did was shrug her shoulders and yawn again. She reached inside her robe and was obviously feeling her pussy. She smiled at me and brought her fingers to my nose. "Want your present now?" she asked with a sly expression.

I sucked her fingers into my mouth and felt that tickle in my mind again. Her other hand found my cock and she stopped. I could feel the slight crust on it and my heart began to pound. I almost remembered something…but it was gone. It didn't seem odd that I already wore a crust of post-sexual residue. It didn't seem odd to my wife, either. She dropped to her knees and licked me as I hardened. "Mmm!" She moaned. "I tasted delicious last night!" Another little bell chimed back there somewhere but I paid no attention. I was too busy urging her to her feet and back down the hall to the kitchen. I knew the children would be up soon, so we had no time to waste.

We fucked on the kitchen table. It was fast, hard and passionate. I couldn't remember when I'd been so turned on. From her response, my wife felt the same way. She wrapped her legs around me and nipped at my lips as she moaned into my mouth when she came. My cock throbbed as it delivered its gift to her. We looked into each other's eyes and shared something that went beyond what we had just done. It was a shared memory that couldn't quite be remembered. What was strange was that we both knew that the other one knew, too. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. While we were in the bathroom straightening ourselves out I heard the kids coming down the stairs.

"Here, Daddy," my daughter said. "This one is for you from Santa!" I took the package and smiled at her. I looked up at my wife, who winked at me before unwrapping her gift from Santa. There was an instant's lapse before I remembered the necklace in the box inside the red paper. I hoped she'd like it. I tore into mine and held up the new robe.

"Thank you, Santa!" I said loudly. Behind the cover of the robe I winked back at my wife.



Christmas Eve



It is late on Christmas Eve, family and friends have left for the evening and kids are in bed in eager anticipation of the morning to come. The room is lit by the glowing remains of a fire still flickering in the fireplace, a few bright Christmas candles scattered about the room and the soft glow of the colored lights on the tree. All combining to fill the room with a soft, warm light and a glowing warmth that creeps into the soul.

You are leaning back on the couch, nestled into the corner, savoring the last few sips of that very special hot chocolate. The many lights dance across the red silk blouse you are wearing and your legs, curled up under you, can just be seen peaking out from underneath your dark green skirt.

I come towards you and lean over you, one hand on the back of the couch the other on the arm. You set the empty cup down and tilt your head back and we look into each other's eyes. I lower my head to yours and plant a gentle kiss on your lips, lingering for a moment before breaking it. Your hands come up and rest on my hips and I bring my lips to yours again, this time tracing your lips with my tongue. Your hands slide up my body to my neck and you pull me down closer, your mouth opening allowing my tongue to slide between your lips and find yours. Gently our tongues dance together and the kiss deepens.

I kneel on the floor and you move your arms, one on the arm, one across the back, your legs still tucked up beneath you. I slowly run my hands along your arms moving lightly across the slick silk to your shoulders. As I stare into your eyes I move my hands down and slowly unbutton your blouse. When all the buttons are undone I bring my lips to yours again, a soft kiss as my hands slowly spread your blouse open, one hand sliding across your lacy red bra and finding the front closure. My fingers deftly unhook and my hands spread it slowly apart till your breasts are bare. I move to your ear and slowly suck it into my mouth, playing with it with my tongue as my hands move down to your hips finding the zipper on the side of your skirt and slowly pulling it down.

I move my lips down your neck, suck gently on the hollow of your throat for a moment as you tilt your head back. I kiss my way down to the valley between your breasts. I move to one nipple and slowly lick all around it with my tongue. I blow gently across it and watch as it stiffens more then nuzzle it with my lips before sucking it into my mouth. My hands are pulling your skirt down now and you shift your legs and lift yourself off the couch so I can slide it off. I lick my way over to your other breast, the nipple already hard with anticipation. This time I tease it with my tongue before sucking it slowly between my lips, caressing it with my tongue inside my mouth.

My hands move between your thighs now, massaging in gently circles. You shift and bring your legs on either side of my body. Slow circular movements of my thumbs and fingers slowly working their way up your legs while I continue to suck on your breasts, lips and tongue moving back and forth between your soft breasts left a wet trail between them. My fingers brush over your green silk panties and I can feel you shiver and tremble at my touch. I lift my head and look into your eyes and start rubbing you in gentle circles through your panties, a soft moan escapes through yours lips as you watch me lick my way down across your ribs and down your tummy, pausing just above the top of your panties. I can feel your hips pressing up against my hands now and feel your arms and hands wrapping around my neck.

I hook my thumbs under the thin straps of your panties and slowly pull them down, kissing around the edges of your pussy as I slowly expose it to my tongue. I slide them off your legs and finally let my tongue drag across your pussy lips. You moan deep and rock your hips. Your hands move to my head and pull my closer to your pussy. I breathe deep, drowning in the wonderful scent and let my tongue probe deep then licking as my fingers move back up and spread your pussy wider for my tongue.

I suck your sweet inner lips into my mouth and graze them with my teeth as I circle the tight entrance to your hidden depths with the tip of my finger. I suck on your lips a little more caressing them with my tongue before release them and taking a long slow lick from my finger up your wet slit and flick the tip of my tongue across your clit. I allow my finger to enter your pussy just to the first knuckle, circling it inside teasing you as I lick your pussy harder, lingering over your clit at the end of each one.

Your moans of delight are almost continuous now and your hands are holding my head tight against your pussy, your hips rocking, pushing yourself up against my tongue. I nuzzle your clit with my lips and suck it into my mouth as I thrust my finger deep inside you. Your body tenses for a moment and your hands entwine themselves in my hair as your body squirms beneath me. I can feel the tension building in you, your legs wrapping themselves around me holding me prisoner, the constant stream of moans issuing from between your trembling lips. I release you clit for a moment and take a long slow lick up your pussy while I slip a second finger inside you. I place my mouth over your pussy, just tongue your lips and the slowly suck your pussy into my mouth as I drive my fingers in and out of you. Your back arches and your whole body tenses and shakes, for a moment there is silence, then your body bucks hard against my mouth and you shout out your joy as your orgasm explodes through you.

I hold you tight to me licking and sucking you slowly as the aftershocks course through you each time my tongue flicks across your clit. The scent of your arousal is intoxicating and the taste of your juices delightful. You finally go limp nestling back into the cushions in the corner of the couch. The smile on your face is a wonderful gift, but I have one last thing to give you.

I stand and lock eyes with you, slowly unzip and lower my pants, revealing my red silk boxers. I can see the lust glaze over your eyes and slowly you spread your legs for me, showing me your red swollen pussy, still slick with your juices. You bring your arms up under your breasts, mounding them up showing my your hard long nipples as your tongue runs over your lips. Your eyes command and I strip off my shirt and slowly pull down my boxers for your approval. The delight is obvious in your eyes and you crook your finger telling me to come to you.

I move closer and slowly lower myself to you. I lightly kiss each hard nipple and feel your hands wrapping around my neck pulling me to you. Our lips meet and our tongues entwine the kiss deep and passion filled. My hard rampant cock comes to rest against your pussy and your hips rock up and down rubbing yourself against me, making my cock slick with your juices. Your legs come up and wrap themselves around my waist holding me tight to you. We rock together our kiss deepening further your hands exploring and caressing me, my cock grinding hard against your pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into your mouth and pull my hips back, feeling your hand coming between us gripping my cock and guiding it to the sweet spot between your legs. As we kiss I slowly drive my cock into you, hearing and feeling your moan as I do so. I don't stop till my balls are tight against you, then I pause.

For a moment there is no movement except our lips kissing. As I hold myself inside you, you start to move, slowly moving your hips, moving up and down on me. The tight sheath of your pussy is too much for me though and I begin my own thrusts into you, meeting each movement of your hips. The strokes slow and hard, your back arches taking me as deep as you can with each stroke. The passion has been ignited again, our bodies tensing and stroking against each other, everything rubbing together, your pussy against my cock, your hard nipples against my chest, and our lips against each other. Your hands move to my ass, holding it trying to make me move faster. Your tight pussy squeezing me with each stroke urging me to move faster inside you, I willingly comply, losing myself in your touch, wanting nothing more than to fill you. Your body tensing, back arching, squirming beneath my pounding cock, moving together my balls beginning to slap against your upturned ass. Its becoming to much, I can feel it building in my balls and I move faster again, harder, driving deep as I can with each stroke. Your moans fill my ears your scent fills my nose, there is nothing but you in my mind and the wonderful feel of your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock. I feel your body tensing beneath me and you hold me tighter trying to trap me inside you. I cannot hold back, your pussy tightening around my cock puts me over the edge and I cry out and drive deep into as my cum shoots into you, splashing against and filling the depths of your pussy. The feel of my pounding cock filling you triggers your own orgasm and for the second time you cum, this time on my hard cock inside you, bucking and writhing beneath me.

I collapse on to you, covering your lips and face with wet sloppy kisses as I feel your body relaxing beneath me. I stand and pull you to me, hugging you close for a moment. I gather our clothes and take your hand leading you into the bedroom. Pull back the covers and allow you to slip into the bed, I quickly join you and spoon against your back, holding you tight, your head resting on my arm the other wrapped around you beneath your breasts, my head nuzzled into your hair. A sight of contentment escapes from your lips as I pull the covers over us and we drift into sleep, knowing that Santa has already left his gift for us.



Christmas Eve



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Christmas Eve

I am sitting in the maid's quarters behind the kitchen of my house with tears running down my face as I look upon the Christmas presents my wife had me open in front of her parents, her older sister and her husband, her younger brother and his girlfriend, and my twin sister and her boyfriend. I was uncomfortable with my twin sister's lie of telling me my parents had previous plans to be away for the Christmas / New Years holiday period and therefore, would not be part of my wife's Christmas Surprise. I was so humiliated when I opened the first box wrapped in pink paper to find three pairs of Victoria's Secret thong panties with a hand written card from my wife saying she hopes I like them. It was downhill from there. All my presents were different forms of women's lingerie. More panties, thigh high stockings, camisoles, and pajamas were given to me by everyone attending my first Christmas Eve present opening since marrying my wife. Little did I know she had planned the whole thing with her sister and my twin sister!!!

See, when I met my wife, I was a virgin. That's right – a college aged virgin. The only sexual activity I experienced were the wet dreams of my adolescence. My mother, made a big deal of my ruining the sheets and neither she nor my dad spoke to me about the nocturnal emanations or my unexplained and everlasting erections. Sex was something that parents did not talk to their children about. Well, at least my parents did not. I could never understand why they felt that way, but they did. My twin sister never spoke to me about what she was going through, but she did confirm one evening quite by accident that our mother had taken the time to tell her that as she matured more boys would be trying to 'feel her up'. My sister and I never spoke of things sexual until this evening.

My wife and I dated for the last two years of our college education. I expressed to her a desire to maintain my virginity and although she wasn't a virgin understood from whence I came. We discussed our wedding plans at length and both of us gave in to our parents desire to have a large, obnoxious, and expensive affair. Before all was said and done, we had well over seven hundred and fifty people at our wedding. We estimated that it had to cost well over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, but much to our amazement, the topper was an all expense paid honeymoon to the Greek Islands. It was there on the island of Mykonos my sexual life began or ended as the case may be.

The first night I was alone with her I was excited beyond belief. I was expecting to take her into my arms, hold her naked body next to mine, and feel her soft skin, breasts, and thighs against mine for the first time. It didn't happen that way at all. I stood naked next to the bed where my wife lay waiting for me her legs akimbo. Her hand gently stroking her hairless vagina showing me she had no problem touching herself in front of me. Just as I stopped by the bed, she began to laugh at me. She stopped masturbating, sat up, and pointed at my erect penis. She tried with all her might to stop laughing, but she couldn't. It took all of thirty seconds for me to lose my hard on and realize that she was not very happy with what I had brought to the relationship. She laughed to cover her disappointment.

You have to remember she respected my desire to remain a virgin. We did not have make out sessions that resulted in heavy petting and the expected orgasm. I never touched her naked body even by placing a hand underneath her clothing. I never masturbated – believe it or not – I never masturbated. Did I wonder what she was doing for herself? Yes, I did, but I never thought to ask her or demand she not masturbate. Her having sexual relations with another man never crossed my mind. I trusted her completely. But, that first night standing naked in front of her, proud of my erection seeing her pointing and laughing at my penis was enough to break my spirit.

Once she calmed down she motioned for me to lie next to her. She apologized for her reaction, but she admitted that she'd never seen one that small on any man or boy. She didn't realize that she just add more wood to the humiliation fire she had started when she first gazed upon and broke out laughing at my erection. She rolled onto her left side and placed her right hand onto my genitals. She leaned in, kissed me, and began to stroke my flaccid penis. It didn't take long for me to react sexually to her stimulation, but what astounded both of us was how quickly I ejaculated a small quantity of sperm. We both agreed that since that was the first time I had ever ejaculated the excitement I felt added to the reason I ejaculated so quickly.

She didn't complain. We lay together kissing and she allowed me to place my hand on her privates. She took the time to explain to me what I needed to do to bring her to a climax. I followed her whispered instructions and used my index and middle finger to draw small circles around her blood engorged clitoris. She began to press her privates against my hand. She stopped kissing me so she could moan and urge me to replace my fingers with my mouth. I didn't know what she wanted, so I continued to use my fingers on her privates until she lifted her hips off the bed and screamed in orgasmic pleasure. I was sweating as much as she was. He body glowed as she lay there breathing heavy recovering from her first orgasm induced by her loving husband. Unbeknownst to be, she had just faked her first orgasm with me. Her performance was perfect. No one would have suspected she had just faked an orgasm so she could calm down after seeing the size of her husband's penis.

I kissed her and she responded by placing her hand on my penis. She stroked me while telling me when I achieved an erection I should get between her legs and enter her. I was so happy tears welled into my eyes. I was going to put my penis into my wife and make love to her. I was going to consummate our marriage. I was going to become the man I had always thought I would be – a man with a loving wife who wanted to have sex with him and to make her pregnant. Little did I know that I would never get close to making her pregnant that night or in the future. She worked my penis until it was hard as a rock. I rolled between her parted legs. She began to rub the head between her pussy lips and then when she positioned it at her opening she said to push myself into her. I did.

Her reaction to feeling me enter her was humiliating. I pressed my hips forward so I could force the entire length of my erect penis into her. My natural instincts took over and I began to move in and out of her. I could see she was indifferent to our mating. She did not try to respond to my lovemaking. She asked me several times if I was in her because she couldn't feel anything except for when she felt my pubic bone pressing against hers. I continued to try to elicit a sexual response from her to no avail. She just laid there; legs open not responding to my attempts to sexually stimulate her. She made it a point to show me just what a lousy lover I was by expressing her chagrin that she allowed herself to marry a man with a boy sized penis

I was trying everything I could to get her into my making love to her. I kissed her breasts. I rubbed my hands all over her body, I kissed her neck, ears, eyes and cheeks. I whispered to her how much I loved her and great I felt inside her body. She didn't react. She just repeated how she wasn't feeling anything inside her and if I was ready I should cum because she was getting tired of me being on top of her. I wanted to cry, but at the same time I wanted to show her that I was a man and not a boy. Just as I began to increase my stroke, I felt it happen. I ejaculated. I didn't even have a chance to push myself into her pussy. I raised myself up and looked between her legs to see the small amount of cum I'd just shot resting on the crease between her thigh and her pussy. I didn't eve have my penis in her when I ejaculated.

Sensing my horror at not truly completing the act of coitus, my wife commanded me to clean up the mess I had left between her legs. She didn't make me lick it up. She made me get a warm towel to wipe it up and then a dry to finish the clean-up job. As I wiped up the miniscule amount of cum I had produced, she looked at me and began to laugh anew. The rest of our honeymoon was an exercise in me learning how to bring her off with my fingers and my tongue. If I did it well, I was rewarded by her using her finger to rub my anus until I came or got so frustrated I begged her to let me go into the bathroom to masturbate. She wasn't interested in having me in her, on her, or ejaculating on or in front of her. All I was allowed to do to her sexually was finger her or lick her until she attained an orgasm or two or three.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve and my total humiliation before, during, and after dinner. The intervening months had provided my wife with enough time to begin her complete ownership of my life. She made me quit my job and go to work for her. I was forced to become her Administrative Assistant. Although I wore a suit to work everyday, underneath I was clad in panties, thigh high stockings, and either a camisole or bra. I was allowed to use the men's room, but had to sit to urinate because she placed a male chastity device on me. The device was designed so the chastised male was forced to sit to pee. If he attempted to stand, there was no way his penis could be lifted to direct the flow of urine into the urinal. One could try to stand backwards in front of the urinal and pee, but this was ineffective as you would cover yourself in piss. So, I sat to pee and everyone in the office knew I was a kept man.

Tonight my wife made an announcement to everyone. At precisely 9:00 PM, the front door bell rang and I was instructed to answer it. Standing there was my wife's new boyfriend. Well, not new, but to everyone attending the Christmas Eve present opening, he was new. She had been fucking him for the past four months and making no bones about it to her sister and my twin sister. They both knew I was the ultimate cuckold. I had a vague idea that she was getting pounded by him, but had no overt proof. See, she never demanded I lick her just fucked pussy clean. I was made to perform orally on her only after she had taken a shower. He looked at me and smiled the smile of a man who knew he had just met the sap who couldn't sexually satisfy his wife. He winked at me as he entered the house and made a beeline to my wife. I stood by the closed door, watched as he took her in his arms, and preceded to French kiss her. Not only did I see them kiss, but everyone there saw them embrace and kiss.

Dinner was served by me and I was forced to eat in the kitchen while her boyfriend sat in my place at the table. I could hear them laughing and talking about all things family except for one thing. They didn't say a word about me. Not one word about how I was dressed. Not one word about my serving dinner. Not one word about the man that was now sitting in my place at the table. It was as if I never existed. I sat at the kitchen table with tears in my eyes. Crying to myself that the woman I loved had tossed me aside for my inability to satisfy her sexually. I did give her orgasms, but not the kind she wanted and according to her what she needed. My wife openly admitted to me and anyone else that she was a size queen. The bigger the man's cock the better. Coupled with a big cock she loved big testicles because she inferred the bigger the testicle the more sperm. And, she loved cum.

Dessert was served as they sat in they sat in the family room admiring the twelve foot Christmas tree which stood in the corner next to the two story fireplace and a wall of windows. The family room in the house is an open room with a lot of windows. As I served dessert, I could see everyone watching my wife and her lover. I was instructed to return to the room after the last dessert was given out and the tray returned to the kitchen. When I returned everyone was sitting on the couches that created the conversation pit in the center of the room. My wife instructed her lover to stand in the middle so everyone could see him. She instructed me to kneel in front of him so I could see his Christmas present to her without blocking everyone else's view. My wife stood next to her lover, reached around, and pulled down his zipper. While looking at him she reached in and pulled out his red and green ribbon covered cock. She went even further by opening his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor.

The women gasped and the men just sat waiting for the next step of the presentation of her lover's present to her. Her lover was not wearing any underwear. When his pants hit the floor she let his ribbon covered cock go so it hung somewhat naturally in front of him. She announced to the family that instead of her opening her lover's present I would. I was openly crying at the thought of having to unwind the red and green ribbon that covered her lover's humongous cock. Her sister thought it was the funniest thing since Costello tried to remember, 'Who was on first". Her laughter only got the others to begin laughing and verbally abuse me. I knew that I was going to touch another man's cock for the first time. Inside I was thankful that my parents were not in attendance. It was bad enough that my twin sister was witnessing my total humiliation.

I tried to beg my way out of it, but my wife, well actually, everyone present wouldn't have any of my sniveling and begging. So, I reached for his cock and was immediately slapped in the face for not asking permission to open my wife's present. I rubbed my face as I asked him if I could open my wife's present. He nodded and I proceeded unwind the red and green ribbon that covered his cock and balls. It took a good five minutes for me to uncase his genitals and when I was done I was instructed by my wife to thank him for giving her such a wonderful gift. I fought the feeling coursing through my body, but, to my shame I was getting excited. Sexually excited at being humiliated in front of her family and my twin sister. My cock strained in my chastity device as I gazed upon close to ten inches of cock. The family cheered and clapped as my wife's lover stood next to her with her cuckold husband kneeling in front of them accepting his total Christmas humiliation.

My wife did not force me to perform oral on her lover, but she did inform the family that he would be fucking her that very night as I slept in the maid's quarters. They were told that from this night forward the only time I would be in bed with her was when I was asked to perform oral on her. I thought her parents would make a scene, but they were enjoying my humiliation as much as their daughter was. Again, my thoughts went to my parents and how they would have reacted. I found out about two seconds after that thought when my mother and father walked through the French doors that lined the right side of the family room.

My mom walked over to me, leaned over, and told me that she always thought I'd end up like her dad. She announced to the gathering that her dad, my granddad, was a cuckold with an extremely small penis. She commanded me to stand. I looked up at my wife and she motioned that I should listen to my mother. Without any embarrassment on her part, my mom raised my maid's skirt, took out the key to the lock on my chastity device, and freed my boy penis from its confines. She made me turn around to show the gathering my tiny male appendage. She commented that I inherited my size not from my dad, but from my maternal granddad. She knew from the day I was born that I'd never have the size to make any woman sexually satisfied. I was crestfallen considering that this was the first time my mother showed any signs to me that she was a sexual being. If you remember, when I was having my nocturnal emissions, she would not say anything about them. She would yell at me for wetting the sheets and having to wash them before they were due to be changed.

I stood there trying to stifle an erection, but my mother had taken my boy penis into her fingers, not her hand, and commenced to play with it. My dad decided to sit down like the rest of the men and watch my humiliation at the hands of my wife and now my mother. I saw my twin sister look over at our father and wink. It was then I knew she had lied to me about their trip. It was also my undoing as I ejaculated, well, I have to admit, I dribbled four small shots of cum onto the floor in front of me. The women clapped and screamed obscenities at my failure to maintain my composure. They whooped and hollered that I was such a loser that even my mother's touch could cause me to squirt my sissy milk when she wasn't even trying to make me cum. I looked over at my dad and was chagrined to see him smiling and clapping his hands at my humiliation.

Luckily for me, I dribbled onto the ribbon that had encased my wife's lover's cock which made it impossible for my wife to command me to clean up the mess I'd made. To my ultimate horror, she explained to everyone what a lousy lover I was and that it was on our honeymoon she decided to cuckold and feminize me. She related the story of our first sexual encounter and how she spent most of the time we were in bed together trying to hold in her laughter. She walked over to me and touched my face as she told them that the first time she allowed me to masturbate her with my fingers she was so turned off by me that she faked her orgasm. I looked at her and realized that she wasn't kidding. I couldn't help myself. I broke down and cried. I didn't hear the laughter as the gathering moved to the other side of the room to begin opening their presents. My wife made no effort to ask or make her lover cover his genitals. She wanted everyone to know that the cock hanging between her lover's legs was hers and she was proud of it.

When my turn came to open the presents piled under the Christmas tree, I had been locked back up and my maid's uniform straightened out. The first present I opened solidified my feminization – Victoria's Secret panties. The rest heaped more humiliation on my being. Why did I let her do this to me? Why wasn't I man enough to walk out of this house and start over again? Why did I allow myself to be humiliated in front of my own parents and twin sister? Deep inside me I knew why. I never saw myself as a strong virile man. I never played contact sports. I never really chased women, but did think of myself as a male that could be a husband and a father. Now, I know what I am. I am a submissive cuckold sissy. My wife will continue to make me her slave and flaunt her ability to be sexually satisfied by having sex with a man other than her husband. The possibility exists that she could and would have sex with multiple men and force me to watch and clean her between her fuckings.




Christmas Eve



You can ask me why I'm staying. I love my wife. Desperately!!! You can ask me how I can love a woman that is going to take her cum filled pussy and plant it on my face commanding me to lick the cum of another man from her. I will eat another man's cum from her pussy, because she is asking me and not him to sooth her aching labia. You can ask me how I can accept being feminized. That is a simple one to answer, because I like dressing and acting like a girl. Ok, so I don't have the correct plumbing, but when I'm asked to provide oral and anal pleasure to her lover, I will. You can ask how I can accept putting another man's cock into my mouth or male pussy. That is simple also, I have come to like the taste of male ejaculate and know that the taste of a real man's come will be far superior to my own. The feeling of his cock throbbing and spewing forth his essence into my mouth or pussy-ass is a blessing. He isn't giving it to anyone else but me as he humiliates me by calling me names as he cums. You have to remember that because I'm so small I can never feel what I feel when I have his cock in my hands, in my mouth, or up my pussy-ass. I feel like a good soul providing sexual pleasure to the man that is satisfying my wife.

It was about 1:00 AM when my wife decided to show me why I was the way I was. She, with the knowledge and help from the rest of the women, asked all the men to stand shoulder-to-shoulder and drop their pants. I was forced to again kneel in the center of the conversation pit and watch as my dad, my twin sister's boyfriend, my wife's father, my wife's sister's husband, and her brother all dropped their pants. The smallest cock hanging in front of my face was conservatively seven-and-a-half inches while the biggest which didn't compare to my wife's lover's cock had to be her sister's husband who was sported a good nine inches. My wife stood next to me rubbing my head as she told me that my three inch erect cock could never do for a woman what these men could. She had again made a point to humiliate me in front of the family. And, again I accepted her belittlement. The rest of the ladies gazed upon a bevy of cocks that each and every one of them would never deny access to their three orifices. It was my mom who commented that all the men had rather large testicles, thus proving their worth as men. She wondered aloud if they were all to masturbate and cum how much of a twelve ounce glass they would fill.

My wife looked at my mom, thought about it, and decided that if anything was going to happen this Christmas eve it was going to be her showing everyone how easily she could take her lover's cock. I watched as the couples began to kiss and fondle each other. In a matter of moments, the women were on their knees sucking cock. I just watched as each man took the head of their woman and began to fuck their mouths. The communal moan sent shivers up and down my spine. It was my wife who stood up first, took her lover's cock in her hand, walked the few short steps to one of the couches, and sat down, legs akimbo, inviting him to enter her without stopping. Her lover did exactly as her body asked. He positioned his monster at the gates to her love canal and pushed himself into her. My wife did not cry out in pain, but in ecstasy. I could see her extend her arms so her hands could grasp his waist as he began fucking her in earnest. All I could do was kneel there, tears again running down may face as I watched my wife fuck another man in front of me.

I could see the other begin to copulate and I could feel my cock straining against my chastity device. Oh, how I wanted to be free. To feel my boy penis in my hand as I watched these men fuck their women with abandon. Oh, how I wanted to feel my cock explode at the thought of being one of them, but, when I felt the pain caused by my cock trying to expand in the chastity device I came to my senses. I would not be able to produce my sissy milk without my wife's permission. I was stuck watching these couples fornicating in front of me, enjoying the union of their genitals, their mouths, as they made passionate love to one another.

My twin sister was the first to cum. She cried out as her boyfriend squeezed her tits and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. Then it cascaded through the rest of the couples. Last to cum was my wife's lover. She had orgasmed four times before he held her hips high to his as he emptied himself into her. No condoms were used and I could see each of the women lying legs akimbo with their lover's cum beginning to seep from their just fucked pussies. My wife could see my humiliation as all I could do was watch. She decided then and there to complete my Christmas Eve humiliation by commanding me clean each and every pussy starting with my own mother. My father watched as I crawled over to them, leaned in, and began to lick the vagina that I had entered the world through. I was one minute thirty seconds older than my twin sister, but to my mom and dad I just solidified my role as the family clean up sissy.

It took me a good hour and forty minutes to clean and give to each and every woman another orgasm. Much to my relief, I was not made to perform cleanup duty on the men. I don't now how I would have reacted to putting my father's cock into my mouth and having to taste the cum that made me. I know sooner or later I will have to suck him or any of them off, but thankfully not tonight.

So, here I am in the maid's quarters with my feminine Christmas presents, locked up in a chastity device, wearing a new pair of pink pajamas knowing my wife was in what used to be our bed with her lover receiving what I could never give her. I can't even masturbate over the thought of her having that ten inch monster enter any and all of her orifices. Because of the type of chastity belt I'm wearing I cannot play with my male-pussy. I'll suffer in silence knowing I'll always love her and she'll always love me no matter how badly she humiliates me. Maybe next Christmas will be better, but I doubt it as she's all ready invited the family over for next year's Christmas Eve present opening.



Christmas Eve



"I don't want to be alone on Christmas Eve, Peter."

Even when you're anchored off Rio de Janeiro with 600 college students on a round-the-world cruise, going to bed alone on Christmas Eve is not attractive. This junior faculty member shared her feelings.

I had a slight buzz on, from a single beer. The girl I was talking to was nice, a decent conversationalist, and slightly drunker than I, though coherent. I did not, on the other hand, know her name or anything about her.

"Me neither."

"Okay, Peter, let's go to your cabin."

Tomorrow I had a "date" with Joy Grosso. I was infatuated with Joy, a third-generation Italian girl from the California wine country who had the deepest olive complexion, black hair down to her ass, and a wonderful full mouth. 

However, my infatuation was unrequited. She was head-over-heels in love with her boyfriend back at San Francisco State, even though she hadn't heard from him since early September, when she left for New York to join the cruise. 

Still, she had agreed when I suggested we take a Christmas morning stroll on Ipanema Beach. We were to meet at Posto 9, the famous lifeguard station, at 9 a.m.

We got to my cabin and quickly undressed. I pulled her to me and she pulled my ass to her and ground her hips into me. We kissed and I leaned against the cabin door and lifted her up so that her opening was at the tip of my cock. She was really breathing heavily.

"Do it, Peter, do it to me," she said.

I had just started to move her down onto my cock when she twisted away.

"Can we do it in bed? It's better that way for me." She grabbed my cock and we slid into my bunk. 

The alcohol had made her frisky but now it was making her sleepy. She soon lost interest in the foreplay.

"Fuck me, Peter, I want to be fucked by you." She ostentatiously opened her legs for me, an invitation I could not resist. At first we didn't have the best positioning, so she shifted and it was in. I had to do most of the work as the alcohol had done its on her. She bucked against me, said "Fuck me, Fuck me Peter" a couple of times, and was lying there exhausted when I came. We fell asleep.

I woke up before my alarm clock rang, dressed quickly, and closed the door quietly. I was down the gangway that led to the docks and the taxis without seeing a soul.

Joy arrived at Posto 9 a few minutes after I did. We walked hand-in-hand along the beach, which was initially deserted. By noon it was jammed. We sat beside each other in the midst of the crowd and talked. About her boyfriend.

"Peter, he's so nice. We've been together for almost a year. We just click."

"Why didn't he come on with you on the voyage?"

"He said we were spending too much time together. At first I was angry and afraid that he was breaking up with me, but he said he loved me and wants us to get married after we graduate, in June of next year."

"Do you want to?"

"I think so, but . . . "

"But?" I encouraged.

"I know where you're trying to take this conversation, but it won't work. I don't think we're too young for this commitment. We're juniors, so we can develop our interests and see if it will last."

"I don't mean to be crude, but are you, uh, sexually compatible?"

"You are crude! And it's none of your business!"

"No, it isn't, of course, but I want to know."

"Why?"

"Because I really like you and would like us to be together, at least for a little while."

"Look, Peter, I'll tell you the truth. He and I sleep together whenever we can. I can't get enough of him. He's got a demanding schedule as an engineering major and has to study constantly, so it isn't as often as I would like. But the sex is great."

I was defeated. If I couldn't get her interested in me after she had been alone for almost four months, there wasn't anything I could do. I'd been my blunt self about asking, and I'd been rebuffed. We changed the subject and eventually walked back to the bus stop and returned to the ship.

When I got back to my cabin the bed was unmade, which was unusual since the staff always had it done by 10 a.m.

There was a large blood spot on the sheets, and on top of it was a note.

"Does he or doesn't he? Only his maid knows for sure."



Christmas Eve



I had moved into my apartment nearly a year ago, but was never home. I had class, or concerts, or friends. Shit, most of my time as of late has gone to drinking or trying to get laid; failing at the latter, but excelling at the first. Vodka was my poison of choice, I could barely taste it going down but it would fuck me up quick. Boston was an evil city; it sucked me in, an innocent child to the way of the world, and spit me out calloused and cynical. 

Sitting at my small round table in my single room apartment, barely large enough for the mice that hid in the dark, I took shot after shot. I stood, walking to the open window. The cold wind tickled my bare skin, reminding me it was still winter out there. This had been the worst storm in a while, the only reason I was still stuck in my apartment. In all honesty, the place weirded me out; I always had the feeling I was being watched. 

Looking out at the blowing white, I took one more shot; taste of watermelon-flavored vodka splashed the back of my throat. Drowning out the pain of my heart, I waited for the release of intoxication. Suddenly, I heard a voice on the wind. Standing there silently, listening...

"No, I shit you not. I was so freaking horny, I just kept fucking myself and fucking myself and I just couldn't get enough. It's like how the fuck am I supposed to concentrate while I'm so fucking horny. So clearly...I failed the fucking test. So I have a retake sometime after the new years." Peering down, I watched the woman on the porch of the run down house. I had learned of the colorful history of the tenants of that house. All recovering addicts of some kind, one woman was heroin, this one...shit I don't even know. Taking one more shot, I turned my bare ass to the window and walked to the other side of my apartment.

Staggering through the darkness, I made my way to the window on the other side of the building. Looking down at the windows visible from my window, I peered in...spying on all my neighbors. In one window, a lit up Christmas tree blinked in the darkness. "Fucking Christmas," I laughed to myself, my first Christmas since leaving the town I grew up in, and I was completely alone. "It's just you and me," I shouted back at my near empty bottle. 

Something caught the corner of my eye randomly. I don't know what made me look, but god damn, I did such a double take in nearly gave me whiplash. I don't know if she knew her blinds were somewhat open, but as I peered out this woman lying bare on her bed, legs spread, window open...blinds just enough to see from above; my apartment was the perfect vantage point. 

She was obviously watching porn; I could hear it from her open window. The moaning, slapping, it was some freaky kind of shit. As I watched, she pulled out this floppy blue dildo from under her bed. I couldn't believe it! As I stared through her window, she slid this blue dildo into her pussy, her feet stretching out towards the window, her back arching, and head pushing back into the pillow. Her body was perfect, her perky pink nipples pointing straight at me, I could clearly see the goose bumps lining her body from the cold air. 

Her hard clit poking up at me glistened in the light. I could hear her moaning on the air, something oddly animalistic was going on that night. My eyes, glued to her window, cock in my stroking hand. 

She got up on her knees, asshole pointed straight at me. What I wouldn't have given to be the invisible man and in that room with her...

Watching as she bent over, her eyes peering out from between her legs as I stepped slowly closer to her; my hard cock throbbing, begging to be plunged into her warm, deep, tight hole. Suddenly she plunged the floppy blue dildo into her pussy. Grabbing her ass I buried my cock in her hole. Screaming and fighting against me, I pressed in deeper. Her hands scratching for me while her eyes bugged of her head. 

Balls tapping on her wet slit as I thrusted, deeper and harder, I spanked her ass till her cheeks turned red. Each time she would moan, jumping in surprise. I wrapped her hair around my fingers, pulling her back against me. I could feel the dildo in her tight pussy as she fucked herself with it in time with my thrusting. Looking down as she began to scream louder and louder, suddenly she squirted hard...crying out she buried her face in her pillow. 

Pulling her around, I slid my cock into her mouth. Pushing balls deep, I felt my head push into her throat. Looking down as she choked on my cock I exploded, cum dripping down her throat she coughed and spat as I pulled my sensitive cock from her hot mouth. 

My attention was ripped back into the present as she screamed out in the night, looking down I found her pussy pointed straight up at me as her dildo disappeared into her wet snatch. Suddenly, she pulled it out quickly. I watched, mouth wide open, as she squirted, splattering the window with her juices. At that sight, I couldn't help myself, I exploded all over my window...shuddering with each spurt. As I stood up straight, looking through my window as it dripped my own warm cum, I saw her stand up, walk to the window and suck on her wet dildo...smiling at me.

"Thanks," she mouthed to me from her window. I dropped down to my knees. How the FUCK can she see me?? I thought to myself, freaking out. "Hey!" she shouted out her window. Peeking from the window ledge I found her smiling, naked in the window. "Hey, big man...if you come over, I'll give you a Christmas you'll never forget." She smiled, closing the blinds.

Running around my apartment, I could get my thoughts straight. Finding my empty bottle of vodka waiting for me on my table, I couldn't go over without a gift for the night. Walking over to my freezer, I peered inside. Four more bottles of clear flavored vodka twinkled at me through the cold air streaming out of the freezer. I smiled, closing the freezer as I walked out of the kitchen.

As I jumped in the shower, I smiled to myself. "I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas," I said to myself in the silence of my shower. Putting on my nicest clubbing suit, I popped two Viagra, expecting a night full of excitement and alcohol. Just before leaving my apartment, I grabbed two of the four bottles of vodka, grabbing blindly.

The snow blew in my face as I cleared the courtyard, sneaking down my thin jacket. Waiting in the wintry cold, I buzzed her apartment number, waiting for her response hand poised above the brass door handle. "Hello?" A voice called from the speaker. "Hey, it's me," I smiled. "Me? I don't know any me's? What do you want?" "Me, what do I want...to fuck you," I said brazenly.

The door buzzed to life, pulling the door open, the warm air swirled around me enticing me deeper into the building. My nervousness dissolved from my body with each stair I passed, cock hardening almost as if commanded as I reached her door. Knocking, I held my breath, hoping I hadn't made a mistake.

"Hey," she pulled the door open, bare-naked. "Umm," my jaw hit the floor. Staring down at her perky pink nipples as they pointed straight at me. She stepped forward towards me, her hand caressing my hard cock. "Ooo, I think you need to come in here," she pointed at her crotch. "What have you brought for me," she smiled, delighted by my bag. I pulled out the strawberry vodka, watching as she smiled, and oozed sex.

Shot after shot, we raced, horny enough to fuck until the world ended. Her pussy glistening more and more with each shot, she started to play with herself across the table from me. "Do you need any help with that?" I asked smiling. "Mmm, what kind of help do you think you could be for me?" She winked at me, urging me on.

I stood up, walking across the table to her. "Baby, you just wait," I pulled her up from the table. Lying in my arms, she smiled, excited to get the night going. I threw her down on the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I got down on my knees. Instinctly, she spread her knees at me wrapping her knees around my shoulders. I buried my tongue in her dripping wet pussy, sucking on her hard pink clit. 

She moaned as I licked at it with my hot alcohol covered tongue. As I licked from her asshole to her clit she shivered, crying for more. I licked her clit harder and faster, determined to make her cum before I moved on. She whimpered and scratched at me as I sucked her clit hard into my mouth. Her toes tensed as I licked circles around her perfect pink tab. 

Looking down at me lustfully, she begged me to fuck her brains out. Struggling to get up onto her knees, she bent over, looking at me over her shoulder. "Baby, I want you to fuck my brains out. Or did you drink too much?" She looked down disappointed at my crotch.

"Baby, just you wait," I unzipped my pants. Taking a step closer to her, my boxers and pants collecting at my ankles. I smiled as she gasped, seeing my 12 inch black cock inching closer to her. "You ready?" I asked, laughing evilly.

"Oh God!" She smiled, her pussy begging to be penetrated by me. Crying out she begged me to stop as I shoved my hot cock deep into her pussy. I grabbed her waist, thrusting deeper inside her, I felt her cervix as I pushed harder. Her little clit bulged up at me, pussy juices dripping down my shaft. 

Flipping her over, and throwing her around the bed like a rag doll, I positioned her asshole for my cock. "Oh NO!" She fought against me, begging me not to do what we both knew I was going to do. "You're going to fucking kill me!" She cried as I buried my cock in her asshole. She struggled against me, fighting against my thrust. 

I pulled her body up against me, cock deep in her ass. I reached around her, rubbing her clit fast and hard between my index and ring fingers. I caressed her body, rubbing her juices up her stomach and onto her breasts. Tweaking her nipples gently, I smiled...biting down onto her shoulder. Her words became gibberish as I fucked her asshole harder and faster.

Her hand reached down to her crotch, disappearing in her pussy. I listened, as her hand plunged in and out of her tight wet pussy. I felt her asshole tighten around my huge cock, it felt fucking amazing to be fucking her in such a place, clearly I was the first person there. "OH God baby! I'm going to fucking cum...can I come daddy??" She begged me.

"No, you have to beg me for it more first," I smiled. Pulling my cock out of her asshole. I pushed her down onto her back, staring down at her gaping pussy. Wrapping her legs around my shoulders, I shoved my cock deep and hard into her juicy cunt. 

"Please please please please!" She begged, crying. "Ok, cum baby," I smiled looking down at her as her body trembled. "Cum slut, cum. I want you to squirt, squirt all over me," I laughed loudly. She pushed me hard, pulling my cock from her pussy just in time, she pointed her hips up at me, bucking just slightly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Screaming loudly, she began to convulse. Quickly rubbing her pussy I knew what was about to happen, I smiled evilly excited to see her up close. 

She came so hard, squirting on my chest and stomach, lying on the bed she convulsed for fifteen minutes straight. Moaning, gasping, and crying out, she grabbed at everything. Finally, deciding to be a little bit meaner, I shoved my cock deep inside her once she finally started to calm down once more. She cried out so loud it echoed, her pussy squeezing against my thick cock. Pushing me out she squirted again, this time I tasted it as she flicked it up hitting me in the face with her juices.

"Now," I smiled, looking down on her. "Clean it up," I held my still throbbing cock out to her. Struggling to pull herself up, she grabbed my ass pulling against me she sucked my cock down; I felt the back of her mouth with my head. Her wet tongue reached out, licking at my balls as she sucked. I couldn't last very long, having the fuck of my life. Quickly, I exploded down her throat, not giving any warning. 

Her eyes watered as she choked down my cum. Pulling my cock out just in time, I spurted once in her fact. I smiled, watching my cum drip down her face, down her chin, finally dripping onto her breasts. She lay back on the bed, smiling at me, playing with my cum. 

"God damn baby," she smiled. "I'm sleeping now, let yourself out." I walked out her door, closing it behind me. Passed out she was lying bare on the bed, legs spread, pussy still begging for more. The door closed behind me, leaving a single note on the inside for her...

Whore, when you wake up. I'll be watching. I'll be back, you never know when so be ready for my cock. I know you're a dirty slut, so next time don't hold back...V...



Christmas Eve



THE PRIMING

"What a mess!"

Rhonda looked around and slowly shook her head. She could only blame herself. She was standing in the break room of the credit union of which she was manager. As a little Christmas Eve gift for all her employees she had volunteered to be the one who stayed late to do the final cleanup before she left for home. It was a little after four in the afternoon and she had plans for later in the evening. She had assumed that it would take only minutes to clean up after the little informal social gathering that had been ongoing all day.

Whoops! She had badly underestimated her offer. Being too busy to actually check it out at days end, she had assumed that it would be nothing more than a touchup. In reality, it was a bloody mess. She smiled to herself. No wonder they were so anxious to leave in a hurry. Not only was it Christmas Eve and the start of a rare three day weekend but evidently everybody but her knew the real situation in there. Once they were all gone and the doors locked, then and only then had she surveyed the situation.

She sighed in resignation. Not all was lost. Roger had called and said that he was having to stay a little late at his office, too. Their two daughters were already having fun over at Grandma's while waiting for she and Roger to arrive later that evening for a little social gathering. What the heck! She had a little spare time.

As she looked about to see where to get started she glanced at herself in the full length mirror attached to one wall. Even though that mirror got a lot of attention from the other girls in the office she rarely had time to gaze at herself. She hesitated for a few seconds, slowly turning from side to side to get a better look.

"Not a bad body for thirty eight," she hopefully thought to herself.

Actually, she knew that her body looked great! But her attire was something else, though. "Holiday tacky" may have been the best description. For the third year in a row she was wearing the same dark green dress heavily decorated with Christmas trimmings and featuring huge pockets that, given any day besides Christmas eve, would have been obnoxious. As it was, it was fun and she got a lot of compliments. Especially from her male customers.

Her hem line fell demurely and loosely to mid calf, but the loose top was low cut and dipped brazenly when she leaned over. Although she was more than aware of the riveted attention paid to her breasts by her male customers, Rhonda had no idea that it wasn't just the males who couldn't tear their eyes away from the feasting provided by the low cut dress. Always, every year and away from her ears, all the other girls buzzed about the exposure, the blatant sexuality that she projected. It wasn't just that she was exposed...it was what she was exposing!

Rhonda Williams had some magnificent tits!

Big ones. Full ones. Ones that somehow, even through the years and two children, were as firm as they were large. Too large for her own liking at times but she knew as well as others that the men loved them. Roger more than any. Having said that, she always felt that as punishment for being so gifted up top that nature had given her a little too much butt, too. Again she was in luck there. It was noticeable but it was pretty firm. She wasn't kidding herself into believing that over the years gravity hadn't taken at least a smidgen of effect but, all in all, she was lucky. Thank God for her long legs! She knew damned well that if she were another three inches shorter that ass would appear too much instead of sexy.

As she moved slowly and watched herself she felt the throbbing between her legs that had been there all day. Her face reddened as she entertained a thought.

She wondered what all these men and women would have thought if they could have imagined or seen what she was wearing underneath the holiday garb.

Actually, she acknowledged that some had already been given at least a preview...a sampling of her hidden attire. That day her breasts had been served to the lucky few as if on a platter!

Her attire even went further than that!

That morning Roger had left earlier than she, off to a breakfast meeting that "couldn't wait." But as she walked naked out of the shower and approached the holiday dress that had been laid out carefully on her bed she saw that Roger had left her a little surprise. She had smiled at his little offering, knowing it was a suggestion of things to come.

Laid out carefully on top of her dress was a pair of sheer red thigh high stockings that would actually accent her attire. With the dress being the length it was, only she would know how naughty she was being. The same was true of the tiny green and red thong that would conceal nothing of her but would in itself be concealed from others.

The third item wasn't so easy to conceal. She picked it up and looked at it carefully, her breath becoming long and deep as she studied it. The panties and stockings were one thing. They would be hidden from prying eyes. But this???

There was absolutely no way in this world that she could totally protect her breasts from the eyes of others while wearing the white transparent demi bra that was so low cut, so revealing, that the top of her nipples would surely be exposed!

Slowly, carefully, sensually, she tried everything on. For a few minutes the innocent gaudy dress would lie untouched. It wasn't being ignored...it just couldn't compete. Or so she thought!!

It would be the first of many times that day that her breathing would be heavy, her heart rate fast. First the stockings had been slid slowly up each leg, smoothed and stretched with a feather touch. Then the tiny thong. How "Christmassy" if there was such a word. A blending of light green and red that covered exactly nothing, so sheer that you could see every pubic hair it was pretending to conceal. Tufts of soft light brown hair escaped in all directions before the tiny string disappeared behind, hiding in the crack of her ass as if it wasn't there before reappearing again to join the fragile band around her waist. 

She had smiled. This was definitely a gift from "Santa" meant for Santa Claus's self pleasure.

But the real problem was the bra. Under the best of days she showed cleavage. Lots of it. But this was impossible. He had to be kidding. She slipped it on and moved around from side to side, leaning over, standing up. There was no way. She would be grabbing the back of her dress all day when she leaned over, pulling the top of her dress taunt in order to conceal her charms. Even before she had tried it on she surmised that the top of her nipples might be exposed. There was no "might." They were almost totally exposed and she wasn't sure that, considering she had to move around to conduct business in that thing, they wouldn't come all the way out. She shuddered at the thought of that bra giving way and allowing her breasts to slide out, leaving them totally without cover or support.

She turned slowly. She dipped slightly, than once again even deeper as if leaning over a desk. She never let her eyes leave the image on her mirror.

She again shuddered slightly, unable to ignore the sensation slowly permeating her senses. This couldn't be happening, could it?

The fingertips of her right hand slid slowly down, invading the top of the tiny thong that was so low cut that the path to her clitoris was short indeed. Her exploring digits were on a rescue mission, her senses reporting to her brain that there was a desperate clit in distress, one that in the past few minutes had suddenly become swollen and sensitive. 

Not really sensitive, she conceded.

"Begging" would be a better word.

The strokes were slow, gentle...time restraints dictating that it would only be a teasing. The full experience, the impending explosion, would have to wait until later.

But Rhonda knew herself and her body very well. Even at seven in the morning she already knew that there was a high possibility that she would cheat sometime during that day. Her body was too much on fire to withstand the entire day without compromise, especially knowing what was concealed under that dress...if she could keep it concealed. She already knew that there would be times during the day that she would find ways to tease, to gently stroke. The restroom. Under her desk. Maybe even through the large, deep pockets of the silly dress. It would take very little to push her over the top. And she looked forward to it!

Evidently, so did Roger! Enough so that he provided a little "push."

She had quickly got dressed and barely made it out of the house on time. As she got out of her car at work and dropped her keys into her right pocket they fell straight to the ground. Slowly, she slipped her right hand into her pocket. It went straight through her pocket and inside her dress! The inside of her right pocket had been removed, allowing her hand to go directly to her sensitive stomach.

ROGER!!! She laughed loudly. That son of a bitch had pulled out all the stops! He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

Her hand would have unimpeded access to what they both knew would be a quivering clit. He would be right!!!

That had been then, early that morning.

And now, many hours later as she stood alone late in the afternoon, she had proved her earlier suspicions to be right. In many ways.

Early on in the day she had given up the fight with her cleavage. No telling how many men walked out of that institution with a hard on from a special visual Christmas gift from the branch manager. The girls chattered, a couple of them masking their own secret personal reactions to the lush, sexy invitation.

As usual for Christmas Eve, Rhonda had walked around all that day handing out Christmas candy that she kept in her one deep pocket. Those who accepted and enjoyed had no idea that the fingers rummaging around in those two pockets weren't always seeking candy. They were instead teasing and encouraging yet another sweet spot.

But now she was alone, gazing at herself in the mirror almost as the day had begun earlier that morning. But there were differences. She knew it. She felt it.

Her nipples were almost sore from being hard as bullets all day. The useless thong was soaked, much earlier in the day losing it's ability to cope with her flood. The wetness had spread, seeping down the soft inside of her thighs. One would think she would clean it but for some reason today seemed special. Let it stay. She'd let Roger clean it up.

She closed her eyes for a second to let that thought soak in. How long would it take his tongue to rid her of the excess? Before striking the main target? Their sex life had exploded in the past couple of years, especially the past six months.

The thought was too much. She wanted to see.

Slowly, in a self controlled tease, she carefully and gently raised the front of her dress, her fingers stingily moving the hem up. Rhonda was absorbed, focused, mesmerized as she slowly exposed the top of the stockings first, then the span of soft white thighs before finally giving way to her crotch. As she suspected, the tiny thong had relented, folding into her vulva and exposing her soft brown cum soaked thatch.

She let it drop.

Then, just as it had earlier that morning and then again numerous times that day, her right hand crept down into her right pocket again. She had teased herself constantly all through the day and earlier that morning in the restroom she knew she had brought herself to the very edge but had resisted an orgasm. But at this very moment she knew it was imminent. Her meeting with Roger later would be secondary.

The invading fingers sought, connected, teased.

Eyes fluttering, then closing, she was totally immersed in her moment.

Way too much so to hear the back door in the very rear of the offices quietly open, close, and then lock again.

And certainly too much to detect when a minute later there were several tiny presses on a cellular phone. Then an excited whisper into that phone.

Instead, Rhonda's ass had already begun to make tiny circles. She did that every time she started to build to an orgasm. Maybe she was aware that she did it. Maybe not. Roger was very well aware when she did it. Without fail, Rhonda's impending orgasm was announced with an ass that started first with almost undetectable miniscule tiny circles that inevitably became large uncontrollable gyrations leading to her explosion. He wasn't just aware of it...he often took advantage of it. 

He knew from experience that once those tiny circles started she was past the point of return, that she had surrendered herself to the moment. Depending upon his taste, his desires at the moment, he sometimes took advantage of her weakness. Sometimes he blackmailed her, holding back action with his cock until she promised to say or do things she wouldn't normally. Silly things mostly, but gently coerced under duress nevertheless. 

Sometimes it was more. Much more. Such as a finger that had been soaked thoroughly in their juices that would gently find it's target in her sensitive nether land, resulting in her low appreciative moans and even faster rotations instead of the sharp verbal rejection that would otherwise be expected.

And at the moment, as she stood in the little break room, Rhonda's fingers were busily chasing her wandering clit, their manipulations causing her entire torso to be enveloped into a writhing circle of pleasure.

She let here mind wander. As was usual lately, it took a forbidden path. Thoughts of a certain hard cock plundering her without mercy. And it certainly wasn't her husbands!!

It was all there...the heavy breathing, the soft moans that were fast becoming an oral announcement to a massive release, and the ever increasing hip movement that by now had become heavy thrusts back and forth in cadence to the busy fingers between her quaking legs.

Suddenly she froze, her body tautly suspended in place as her fingers frantically finished their quest.

"AA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-G-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!"

Her lustful bellow did her climax justice. Her voice ripped through the quiet building as hard as her orgasm was ripping her responsive body.

"O-o-o-h"

"O-o-o-h,"

"O-o-o-h."

The little grunts were short but loud and couldn't be stopped.

Her frozen posture suddenly gave way, her hips suddenly gyrating wildly again, making it hard to tell if her pussy was chasing her fingers or if her fingers were having to seek their target.

Rhonda couldn't stop. Not quite yet. She couldn't quiet her fingers. Or her illicit thoughts!!

But suddenly something did. Instantly. Frightfully.

It came from out of nowhere yet from very close.

And it was reflected right behind her in the mirror!

DO YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?

Is there a substitute word for "panic" that is stronger? Not "more panicky" or something like that. Bigger!

Maybe horrified?

Whatever that word might be...that was what Rhonda was feeling at the moment. The reflection suddenly appearing in the mirror and disrupting her rapture may just as well have been a bomb going off. Either way, she was blown away! And, at least for the moment, her life shattered.

It gets worse. She instantly recognized the figure.

Brian Hawkins!! 

Brian wasn't just a customer at the credit union. He was also the person who had the maintenance contract to clean it daily. Normally, his company came in on Saturday morning instead of Thursday night but it was never him. It was always one of his crew. And she had been told that because it was Christmas they wouldn't be in until Sunday.

Obviously, that was wrong. And it was almost certain that he had caught her with her hand inside her skirt. And surely, surely nobody could have missed her moaning and convulsing body as she had exploded in that massive orgasm.

It was strange. She wanted to speak. Wanted to say, "Brian! You scared me. How long have you been in the building?"

She held her breath and wished to herself. "Please, God, give me the answer I need to hear."

Instead, she said nothing. Her gaze through the mirror was locked onto his face. A face that answered her question without a word.

He had seen plenty. He had seen everything.

And still was. Rhonda hadn't even removed her hand. She had no idea that her body was still moving, a tiny undulation in response to an orgasmic aftershock. 

But Brian was totally aware of her dilemma. Not only had he watched her from almost the time very start but he was very much in tune to the fact that she was still responding to her self pleasure.

Brian tried not to appear a threat. The timing was critical. He didn't want to spook her. He was about to take a big chance. If he was wrong, maybe she would forgive him. After all, it was Christmas Eve.

He said nothing, instead slowly approaching her from behind. Slowly, he reached around her and gently cupped her breasts with both hands through the green cloth.

He held his breath.

She silently shuddered. She could feel a massive hard cock pressing against her slowly moving ass.

It was a victory for him. 

Finally, she spoke. Whispered, actually.

"Brian."

It was more a plea than anything.

She had hoped for his quiet retreat. 

What she got instead was a mouth softly nuzzling on her neck.

She stiffened at his kiss. Somehow it affected her more than his hands brushing her nipples or the menacing cock pressing tightly against her.

Where had he gotten such an idea that he could do this?

Actually, she knew the answer. The door had been cracked about six weeks before.

She liked Brian.

And she had liked him for a long, long time. Longer than any of her co-workers knew.

A couple of years ago she had looked up from her desk and was staring right into a "blast from the past." Brian Hawkins was applying for a business account and the receptionist had directed him to Rhonda. She had no idea he was even living in the area. He had no idea she worked there. They hadn't seen each other for at least fifteen years.

But before that they had seen plenty of each other. Most of it had been quite innocent. Some was not. In short, they had known each other since childhood, had been friends for a long time, boyfriend and girlfriend for a short time while in high school. However, during that "short while" that they had dated Brian's mouth had been no stranger to Rhonda's succulent breasts and his tongue had toyed with her hard nipples for hours. Nothing had ever went past that. The exploring hand trying to slid up the inside of her thigh was always stopped. She had drawn the line there even though they both knew that she wanted it.

The chance meeting between the two was more a celebration than a business encounter. They passed some stories about what each of them had done after school, brought up some old memories about school. Neither of them dared to mention their promiscuous activities back then. It would have been better if they had. Instead of it coming out in the open, it instead smoldered as he finally walked away an hour later with his new account in hand.

"Man, she's HOT!!" Brian couldn't get over it. She was even sexier than when they had dated. He picked up his cell phone to call his wife. She was going to cum all over herself to find out that he had run into the "Rhonda" of his past. Becky loved hearing his stories of the two of them in high school. Of course, what Becky didn't know was that those stories were greatly embellished. Instead of just the innocent breast play that had really happened, Becky had been led to believe that Rhonda had exploded time after time in an orgasmic fervor in the back seat of Brian's car.

"He's really attractive," Rhonda thought. When he was a boy she had always thought he was cute. As a man, he was a HUNK! She envied his wife, whoever she was. He had told her he was married but she hadn't pushed. She was trying to decide whether to tell Roger about the chance meeting. Roger knew of her past with Brian and always got very excited about her details of their innocent relationship back then.




Christmas Eve



Rhonda hadn't pushed for personal information from Brian. She knew that it would be available on his application. But Brian had pressed just a little bit, being careful not to show too much interest. When he left her office he knew that she was married to a lawyer and he knew her husband's name.

Within a week two things had happened. 

Rhonda looked at his documents and realized that Brian's cleaning business produced as much income as her husband made as a lawyer. Through hard work he had done very well for himself. 

Brian looked up Roger's firm on the internet and made an appointment to see him about some legal matters.

Once his account had been established, Brian made a habit of showing up at the credit union every Friday morning. Without fail he would stick his head in Rhonda's office to say hello. Each time he did it the other girls would raise their eyebrows and smile at her as if to say, "O-o-o-h, la la!" She laughed and waved them off. Without fail, her body would be on fire.

She wondered if any of them had picked up on the fact that suddenly her selection of wardrobe on Fridays had changed. Even on "Casual Fridays" her manner of dress was very provocative. They had. Oh, yeah! So had both Brian and her husband but nobody said a word.

None of the other employees knew that within those first few months Rhonda used her influence to have Brian hired to be their new cleaning contractor. All they knew was that he was really, really good at his job.

Brian's inquiry wasn't so innocent. He needed legal assistance so he decided to see just exactly who this guy was that Rhonda had married. He had nothing to lose. After all, he didn't have to hire him.

On their first meeting between the two men Brian didn't mention to Roger that he knew Rhonda and that they had just renewed her acquaintance. When asked, he simply said he'd looked up the firm on the Internet. He and Roger instantly liked each other. They had no idea that, in a very short time, that friendship would evolve and that it would become way, way beyond casual.

Life is full of little things that change one's course. Mistakes are made. Secrets are bonded. Someone wins...someone pays.

Within days after that first chance meeting at the bank Rhonda decided to take a chance and she mentioned to Roger that she had bumped into Brian Hawkins. She gave him the innocent, sanitized story about her picking up Brian as a new account. This new information made Roger hard as a rock. Over the years he had tried to coax stories out of her concerning her past sexual activities. She didn't give him much but Brian was one of them. Through her stories he surmised exactly what had actually happened...as teenagers they had petted lightly and Brian had feasted on her breasts.

That story had always aroused him but for some reason this new contact, this innocent and casual encounter as adults, absolutely seared his erotic imagination. So all of a sudden Brian was back into her life. What if??

It was enough to arouse him as he had not been for years. All at once Rhonda was on her back, on her knees, straddling him...almost every way he wanted, certainly every way she was willing. She was astonished and totally appreciative of this newfound sexual excitement but had no idea it was self induced.

At the first meeting with Brian, Roger hadn't connected it. It blew right over his head. When they met for a second time a week later, he did. Brian Hawkins! It was right there on the credit union check Brian used to pay him. Roger didn't say anything about the "Rhonda" thing because Brian hadn't. Instead, Roger casually asked him where he had gone to school. Bingo. Same school, same years. This was Rhonda's "Brian." No doubt.

When the meeting was over Brian walked out thinking, " Roger knows who I am. He's figured it out. I wonder if she mentioned me? How come he didn't say anything?"

Roger had sat behind his desk and looked out the window. He was a lawyer. It was his job to detect things.

"Brian is aware that I know who he is. Wonder if she said anything to him about me. She had to have said at least something. Him coming here was no accident. Wonder why he didn't say anything?"

Although they were on to each other, over the next two years they played the game. They did not openly acknowledge to each other that Rhonda was a mutual person and neither of them would ever mention to Rhonda that they had met, let alone that there was a business relationship between the two of them. 

But, much more than the business between them were the two men's erotic imaginations and mental games that, over that period of time, would allow their illicit thoughts of Rhonda to go from flickering to raging.

Brian's rousing thoughts centered on the curiosity of fucking Rhonda. What would it take to seduce her. He openly shared those thoughts with Becky. From the very start his wife responded, spurring lascivious thoughts of this pristine lawyer's wife giving herself to the "cleaning man." Just Brian's whispered suggestions in her ear of "what if" concerning he and Rhonda would cause her to explode wildly on his slow moving cock.

Roger's imagination drove him to visualize his wife being taken by another man as he watched in secret. Over time it went from the tantalizing thoughts of Brian sucking on Rhonda's breasts to Brian having her bent over a table, his huge cock demanding orgasm after orgasm from her receptive pussy before moving to her ass for yet another special treat. Anal sex was the one thing that Roger had never been allowed and the thought of another man taking her like that was the very pentacle of his erotic illusions.

Although this was all underlying, both men noticed something. And so did a few of the women in the bank. Just weeks after Brian started routinely showing up on Fridays and "sticking his head in" to say hello to Rhonda, she started to dress differently. Up to that point Friday's were "dress down" days. Once Brian became a weekly occurrence Rhonda started to dress in a very sexy manner on Fridays. On most days it was a short skirt. On those days that she traded it for simple jeans she would top it with a show-all blouse or sweater. She wasn't fooling anybody. Both Brian and Roger knew for whom she was dressing. 

It would take two years of the two men playing this "hide and seek" game while getting to know each other better before one of them would blink. 

Yes, somebody would have to blink. 

It took two years but, eventually, it was Roger.

PIPE DREAMS

Actually, it wasn't so much that Roger blinked. It was more that he received a gentle, erotic nudge two years after Brian appeared in his life. 

During this twenty four months Rhonda knew nothing except that her erotic if not innocent stories about Brian continued to turn Roger on. At his coaxing she would sometimes embellish the story, adding things that never really happened. She didn't mind the game. In fact, it was a huge mental turn on for her and each time it happened Roger was buried deep inside her, pumping slowly as if having to extract her story from her. She allowed herself to imagine Brian's cock doing the same to her. She had no idea that the sexy outfits that she wore on Fridays for Brian was very much a matter of interest for both men. She was teasing and they knew it. All three of them knew the interest was definitely there. Their common fantasy was...how far would she go, given the perfect moment?

Roger couldn't break himself away from the erotic notion of watching Brian take Rhonda while he secretly watched. For some reason the thought of taking her together with Brian in a ménage a trios had no appeal even though he and Brian had developed a very close friendship, even away from work. A year into his and Brian's relationship he had met Becky Hawkins, Brian's wife. Frankly, Roger was impressed. Becky made up for a lack of polish so to speak with a really sexy body. It only took a few chance meetings with her to correctly guess that she wasn't above using it to get what she wanted. She never approached him but he got the subtle message that she and Brian weren't exactly true to each other.

And then there was Brian. Like Roger, Brian knew that their friendship was actually a mutual attraction concerning Rhonda. What he didn't pick up on for those first couple of years or so was the mental and unspoken invitation that Roger was extending to him concerning Rhonda. Instead, after two years neither of them had yet to even openly acknowledge to each other that Brian and Rhonda were acquaintances. Each of them was concerned that if it became open information and finally shared that it would spoil the game, probably tarnishing the illicit thoughts each of them harbored. 

Victory or defeat hinges on small things, small alliances. Brian had one...Roger didn't. Becky Hawkins became tired of waiting. She recognized what was going on and told Brian she was going to push the issue. The game was still hot. She knew, and so did both men, that it would not stay that way.

Alcohol and women make a lethal combination. It breaks barriers, releases whims.

It was June 25th. It wasn't the first time that Roger, Brian and Becky had met after work for a quick drink. As a matter of fact and unknown to Rhonda, it was fairly common. That particular night Becky mentioned that Christmas was exactly six months away. Somehow, the conversation got around to the "perfect" Christmas gift. It started off innocent enough. A few drinks later it had turned bawdy. 

Then came "that" look. The one that Becky shot Brian. He instantly knew what she was about to do. He hesitated. Within minutes this could all come down on their heads. Roger and Rhonda would be gone forever...done!! He had to assume that once Rhonda found out that he had deceived her all that time concerning Roger that she would be furious.

A silent nod. What the hell! Brian had no idea what she was up to.

Roger did. In the darkness of the bar, hidden by the booth table, Becky was slowly massaging Roger's cock as if milking it. She had never done it before with him but she had no intention of going into this conversation on a level playing ground.

She leaned over and whispered into Roger's ear. He almost came.

"For Christmas, would you like for Brian to have your wife?"

Roger had no answer. She felt his hard lurch in her hand.

This time she didn't whisper.

"You know that he's been with her before. Fucked her. You know that, don't you?"

Brian sucked in his breath. There it was!!

Of course it was a lie. Becky was only repeating what she had been told. Roger was hearing what he had always wanted to believe...that Rhonda had been seduced by Brian as a teenager.

Roger was stunned. Brian couldn't believe she had done it. They both held their breath.

There it was. It was out. The seconds seemed like hours.

One word broke the ice forever.

"Yeah."

That's all Roger said. He was actually relieved, as tired of playing the "hiding" game as they were.

"Yeah." Simple enough.

Three people sitting in that booth almost came.

There it was, out in the open. Just like that!!

Roger looked at Brian.

"Tell me about it." He said it so calmly.

Ten minutes later Brian was still talking, giving Roger detailed blow by blows of what had happened in his car years ago. What the hell if he embellished it a little. He'd never come close to Rhonda's pristine young pussy but it made a good story and Roger anxiously ate it up, word for word. 

For the next half an hour they were all discussing how this had all come about...the chance meeting at the bank, the ensuing silence between the two men. Everything. Especially the fact that Rhonda was obviously extremely turned by this whole secret thing. Her provocative manner of dress on Fridays, her response to Roger's suggestive whispers concerning Brian...it all showed that.

When they went their separate ways an hour later Roger was on his way to the office to change pants before he went home. Becky had made him cum all over his.

Becky and Brian said goodbye to him in the parking lot and watched him leave.

"What do you think?" Brian looked at his wife.

"He's all in. He can't wait for you to fuck her."

"What about her. What do you think?"

Becky looked at him and shrugged.

"I doubt it. That's up to you, though, isn't it?"

Brian got the message. The ball was in his court. He knew that both Becky and Roger would be team players. Did Roger really think that Becky's hand job under the table was concealed, that Brian didn't know? Inwardly, silently, Brian chuckled. Because, most of all, he was fully aware that Becky was totally miffed. Despite her aggressiveness towards Roger, the polished gentleman had never made an advance towards her. And that sexy lady was humiliated by the shun!

After that first night the little erotic meetings happened more and more often. Once the truth was out the only thing left was the "what if's." It would have to be a perfect situation, luck being the main ingredient. Unknown to Rhonda, she had become a much sought after possession.

For the next few months there was a trade off. While Becky coaxed him to orgasms under the bar tables, Roger would feed them detailed stories about what he had done to Rhonda since their last meeting. Rhonda was the center of their conversation, down to what she was wearing under her clothes that day. It was all fun and made them sexually on edge.

But they weren't fools. It was fun. It was erotic. Yet deep down they all assumed it would never really happen. Jeezers, a thirty eight year old mother of two was just going to lay down and spread her legs to an old boyfriend?

Then came a tease. A "what if."

The late afternoon the day before Thanksgiving Rhonda was one of the last to leave. In an unusual gesture Brian stopped by to see how things were going and to wish her a happy holiday. It wasn't as if they were alone. There were still two other ladies there. But when he started to leave they were isolated. 

"Have a great Thanksgiving. Enjoy your family," he offered.

It came out of the blue. Just an impulse.

He leaned over and kissed her gently before she had a chance to avoid it.

Two things jumped out. One, the fact that there was a total lack of effort on her part to avoid it. Two, the slight meeting of lips caused a mutual stir.

He walked away a few steps. Then he turned. If this thing was ever going to fly he had to take a chance.

"That's not really what I had to say."

With that, he pulled her close and devoured her mouth. Very deep, very long.

When he felt the shudder, the response, he knew it was okay to let his hands gently cup her ass for a few fleeting seconds.

Then he walked away, leaving her to catch her breath. There was no way she could ignore the jolt that had shot all the way from her lips to her tantalized pussy! Maybe she didn't realize that she had surrendered to his touch, sliding her hands up onto his arms.

The devious trio was thrilled with the experiment. Rhonda couldn't get the kiss off her mind. She had no idea why the fuckings for the next couple of weeks became even more intense.

But the door had been opened a little. She had innocently allowed a hopeful crack. To Rhonda it was an exciting secret. To the devious trio it was the beckoning for which they had wished.

Then came Christmas Eve.

" DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?"

" DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE"

Maybe if Brian had just suddenly groped her it would have been different. An alarm would have gone off. Or if he had instantly led her to the inviting couch just feet away. Anything threatening. But that didn't happen.

The soft teasing of her nipples, the inviting caress from his lips...they did nothing more than to fuel a body already on fire. And that hard cock introducing itself to her slowly rotating ass! Under the spell she was under it was anything but menacing.

Not to mention that only minutes before she was stroking herself to an erotic eruption while dreaming of Brian, fantasying how it would feel to fully surrender to his mouth. And to his massive cock. She had no idea how big he really was but one is allowed to speculate at a time like that.

The hard shaft now pressing against her cheeks let her know that there would be no disappointment!

Everything that was happening was so surreal. Moments ago it was fantasy...now it was so real.

The realization that her top button was being undone brought her back to the moment.

"Bri-i-i-a-a-n." It was but a mere whisper. 

It was so weak. She knew it. He knew it.

And standing just outside the break room door, Becky Hawkins knew it!

Oh, yes! The disgruntled member to the devious trio wasn't about to be left out. After Roger had slipped them a quick call letting them know that Rhonda was by herself, Becky wasn't about to be excluded. Besides, she and her cellular phone were to be Roger's eyes...his ears. He would love to be there but if anything went wrong there could be no explaining his presence.

And Rhonda had been so mesmerized by the appearance of Brian she certainly didn't see the break room door being almost closed, leaving it only scant inches open.

Open just enough to hear. To see. To allow a silenced cellular phone to pick up some of the sounds and, for sure, to transmit photo after photo taken by the tiny instrument. 

And sitting twelve miles a way a tantalized Roger sat quietly and with held breath, waiting not just to see if the long awaited event was to unfold as they hoped but also to receive the feeds supplied by the hidden Becky.

He and the hard cock in his hand would not be disappointed.

The whispered "Brian" coming softly from Rhonda's lips was way too quiet to be picked up by the phone. The photo immediately following was much better. Even through his anticipation, Roger gasped. There, in a perfect reflection from the mirror, was his bride and the cleaning man. And that man was undoing a button on her dress!

Rhonda's hand had followed Brian's as it reluctantly gave up it's soft capture of her breasts in order to remove a button. But instead of removing his hand, she only succeeded in moving with it...almost guiding it.

Mesmerized with the reflection from the mirror, there was no surprise when he moved to the next button. There would be several more before he was done.

All eyes concentrated on his hands...the buttons he was slowly removing. He only spoke once. When he removed the second button and the loose top of her dress parted, exposing her breasts, she heard him catch his breath.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered." That button had allowed her breasts to be totally exposed. Already the tiny bra had shown how futile it really was. Both nipples had become free, sliding out of the top of their confinement and standing open and hard as bullets.

Rhonda moaned softly. The compliment went much deeper, was much more tantalizing than it should.

Again, even though Becky could hear the two of them it was much too quiet to capture with the phone. But it wasn't totally out of the range of the little phone's capabilities. One silent click and off it went to Roger. He desperately wanted to hear every word but for now he had to be content with the mirrored image of his wife's exposed breasts being fondled by another man.

How odd that this would come to his mind. The fact that she hadn't turned her head, was instead watching Brian's hands through the mirror, turned him on even more!

It was when the fourth button was released that anybody's attention diverted from above Rhonda's waist. It was then that all parties realized that instead of undoing her buttons and releasing her dress to fall freely, it was instead being bunched up above her waist. Slowly, teasing, the hem of her dress had risen to the point that the top of her red stockings were exposed, introducing the first glimpse of pale thighs. All signs of her summer tan was long gone, leaving her as white as a snowfall.




Christmas Eve



Brian caught his breath. Rhonda turned slightly and closed her eyes. Becky didn't miss a beat even though she felt the furrow between her legs becoming a swamp. Her quickly transmitted photos brought Roger to the edge of cumming. He fought it, his expectations high for what was about to happen.

Again, there was no disappointment. When the hem finally reached her crotch, four people knew for sure what just seconds before only one had suspected. The tiny green and red thong was folded completely inside the wet cavity. Instead of it covering the soft brown thatch as intended, it was not much more than a twisted cloth teasing the senses and gently caressing a sensitive clit.

Rhonda turned her head slightly before looking again. She was so intent with her reflection that even though she heard the soft moan of appreciation coming from Brian, she missed that loud one expelled just outside the door. And certainly appreciative groan coming from her spellbound husband once the photo reached him.

Time was clicking. The excited but experienced Brian knew it. The next three buttons came off one...two...three!

Again, if he had just ripped her dress off! If he had made some kind of threatening move. But he didn't. Instead, her open garment was gently spread open, swept aside and held back by two shaking hands.

There it was! Rhonda exposed from head to foot. Tiny bra hiding exactly nothing! Wispy saturated thong folded in, exposing everything. The red thigh high stockings just adding to the tease. The high heels almost made it vulgar...more of a prostitution's attire than a housewife's.

Click. Send. Click. Send. Click. Send. Becky's hands were shaking so bad she was barely able to get it out. There were times she almost abandoned her task, wanting to tend to herself instead in this time of anticipation.

But she didn't. More than anything else she wanted this high class lawyer to see his uppity wife being taken by the cleaning man. She would have to make do with quick caresses between her legs between shots.

Brian's left hand swept her dress behind her, leaving her exposed while freeing his right. That one slowly slid down her trembling stomach. There was no question where it was heading.

"Br-i-i-i-a-a-a-n-n," she begged. But they both knew the truth. This was nothing but an extension of the fantasy she was dreaming just minutes before. A dream come true, literally!!

Brian watched her eyes as they followed his hand down. They were half closed. There was no doubt the trembling wasn't from fear. It was pure anticipation.

Contact!! A gasp from him. A moan from her. A tell-tell click. Seconds later, twelve miles away, happy disbelief!!

Roger had wanted it for so long. Anticipated it. But, all in all, he never really believed would ever happen. It was to be just a fantasy.

He was only going to get snapshots for the next few minutes but it was more than enough to make him a believer. He let his imagination take over from there. And he was very, very accurate with his supposition.

In front of the mirror, a mixture of fear, anticipation and mesmerism, one digit slowly stroking...teasing a swollen clit that had been prepped for just this occasion all day long! No, much longer than that. Years, not hours or days!

Oh, yes. Mrs. Williams stood with half closed eyes, gazing at herself in the mirror as her body twisted slowly in response to his touch. She had intended to take his hand away...to "shoo" him away. Instead, her hand had stopped short, firmly grasping him just above his wrist and riding it in what anybody would recognize as total submission.

After all, hadn't she dreamed of this for years? Hadn't she, just minutes ago, fantasied about this very thing! 

And how many hundreds of times had her husband encouraged that fantasy? Had begged her to capitulate to her teenage lover? His favorite thoughts were those of her moaning out of control as Brian was sinking himself deep inside of his waiting wife's wet and anxious pussy.

When it happened, it should have been a shock! A "this has gone too far" thing. An internal warning that things had quickly gotten out of hand. Instead, not one of them except Brian was aware that he had released himself from the confines of his jeans.

Brian was being cautious. He had been around the block before with married women. One could never be sure of the fine line between the sexual intoxication of being seduced and the sudden realization of their wrong doing!

With that in mind, there would be no attempt to disrobe. The useless thong would stay in place. The dress would remain high, folded between the two of them. He wanted to be able to see everything reclected in that long mirror.

Besides that, it was ultra sexy...erotic beyond words!!

He bent his knees and came upward. Just that act caused her to bend over slightly, reaching out with each hand to touch the wall on each side of the mirror to maintain balance. It also provided a perfect target.

She gasped! Even through all of this it was still a sudden shock when she felt the swollen head of his cock nudging...searching for what he knew would be a well prepared and lubricated passage.

She gasped again, the futile beg once again.

"B r-i-i-a-a-n-n."

He ignored it. She ignored it. Becky couldn't.

Neither could Roger. This time it was loud enough to come through on the open phone. He jolted at the sound. He knew exactly what it was. It wasn't a protest. It wasn't a warning. It was an obvious beg!!

Rhonda watched. Brian watched. Becky watched. Roger got a glimpse.

Brian's cock was visable, reflected in the silver mirror. It searched at first, maneuvering around the wet thong blocking her quivering pussy, then slowly it entered. Sliding in slowly, gliding effortlessly. She wasn't just lubricated, she was drenched.

Slow strokes at first, carefully meant to please, to introduce...not alarm. 

Denial, quiet protest from Rhonda. Her voice denying, her body quivering, stroking back at him.

Then it exploded!! Brian knew he couldn't wait forever. It was fragile beyond words. Or movement.

The soft moans, the twisting ass that Roger had spoken of so often. It took only a minute or two for it to all emerge.

Then the louder, guttural moans. Deep, coming from an open mouth but originating in a cock filled pussy that had surrendered totally.

Brian wasn't going to last. He knew that he was about to cum. Just the squirming ass pushing back against him was about to take him under.

Suddenly he let out a loud push of air. The strokes went from teasing, a gentle pleasing meant to appease to uncontrolled long hard strokes meant to force her into total submission.

Just feet away, Beck swooned. She carelessly opened the door further and held the phone inside the door, knowing that at the moment photos would not be needed. There was no way Roger could miss the loud moans and groaning coming from the two.

She was right. Twelve miles away Roger knew he was going to come with them. He imagined he could even hear the sloppy strokes as his wife was obviously being pounded by another man.

Rhonda was quickly caving to the fucking. And that's what it was. No sweet gentle stuff here! For those that could see rather than just hear, it could be seen coming. The loud moans followed by vilent rotations of her ass searching for each stroke.

Suddenly, the "freeze." She stood almost still for a couple of seconds. The relentless pounding never stopped.

Brian knew exactly what was happening. So did Becky. Roger had described it to them many times. But now, even though Roger was left out for the moment, Brian got his wish. It was obvious that he would outlast her.

Rhonda thought she would faint. From the pounding, from the illicit action. She couldn't separate it in her frazzled mind.

Suddenly, the silence giving way to loud, unhibited wailing.

Her knees buckled, then she shot straight up, almost losing him.

"A-A-A-A-A-U-U-U-U-U-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

Then, that uncontrollable thrashing that Roger had promised so many times in that darkened bar.

Becky almost came watching them. The uncontrollable thrashing somehow became in exact sync with Brian. His head thrown back, his low moan, he came with her. It can't be said much more than that.

The two of them somehow timed it perfectly. They were in exact unison as they rode each other up and down, back and forth! She was first but couldn't stop cumming. He was dragged happily into it, her squirming ass milking cum from him like a faucett. Neither could stop. Neither even considered it.

"After all these years."

Somehow that thought was both silent and mutual. Not from two, but from four. Whoever would have thought such a wild fantasy would actually happen...would be so utterly fantastic! Even much, much more than those erotic notions leading into it.

One minute. Two?

Suddenly...CRASH!!!

Things never last forever. Especially orgasms. And for sure, not forbidden ones.

Two minute, maximum. From the time that she first began that uncontrollable orgasm until they were both expended, his hard cock buried deep and with no tendency to subside. He knew it wouldn't happen but he would have loved "sloppy seconds."

He was right.

Slowly, a realization. Then, those three little words came out.

"OH!"

"MY!"

"GOD!"

And they certainly didn't come from an appreciative Brian. Or a jealous Becky. Or a sexually expended, incredulous unbelieving husband miles away.

No. They came from incredulous mouth of a dedicated wife, mother of two.

Rhonda Williams was absolutely stunned. 

What the hell had happened? Suddenly she spun, jerking the hard cock out of her and modestly covering herself with the long garment.

"Please, Brian."

It was simple. It wasn't angry. It was a request from a distraught wife who had somehow relented. Brian knew that.

She was asking him to leave. 

He knew what to do. Instincts jumped in. He had been there before. As wonderful as it had been he didn't want to jeopardize it. There was still tomorrow. And Brian Hawkins believed very much in tomorrow.

A light touch from his lips didn't upset her. There was no recoil. Another, this one finding the dazed wife's mouth. A whisper into her ear. 

"You are wonderful. My lifelong fantasy."

It was sincere. The truth. She knew it. 

Somehow, it softened the situation.

Just like that, he was gone. Becky was not to be seen. She had quietly exited as if on queue. He found her in the truck outside, her fingers already busy on a swollen clit, fulfilling the itch that had built for the last hour. She knew that she would be insatiable that night. It was going to be a wonderful Christmas Eve night in the Hawkins household!!

Inside, a distraught Rhonda dropped to the floor, crying. What had happened? What had she done? Worse of all, there had not been even one little protest from her! She had folded in like the class pushover with the football captain!

Twenty mintes later she straightened both her dress and her life as well as she could. Thank goodness for this mess to be cleaned. At least she had an immediate mission to stall the inevitable.

She had to face Roger.

And there was cum streaming out of her and she couldn't seem to control it!

As bad as she tried, she just couldn't get Brian's hard pounding cock out of her mind!!

EPILOGUE

4:30 In the morning, Christmas Day

Cum was oozing out of Rhonda. It had been doing that since yesterday afternoon. She was still trying to mentally absorb the past twelve hours. To accept it. So much had happened and of course, there was so much that she didn't know.

After her shameful and unexplainable coupling with Brian she had somehow managed to finish up at the office and head home. Hopefully, she would beat Roger home and take a quick shower. The cum dripping down her thighs were such a reminder of her shameful lapse.

But God, oh my goodness, couldn't she make that one little corner of her thoughts go away. The one that bore no shame...that one that reminded of the wonderful fucking she had gotten with Brian. How shamefully exhilarating it had been!

It just wouldn't go away, teasing into her thoughts no matter how hard she was trying to push them out of her mind.

Homecoming had been a mixture of horror and bliss. Not only did she not beat Roger home but he wouldn't let her undress, little alone shower. He instead guided her to the bed, unbuttoned the front of her dress only up to her waist before plunging deeply into her, driving hard as if it had been denied him for years. 

To the distraught wife it was appaling. To make it worse, she couldn't explain away the horrendous orgasm that blew her mind only a few minutes later. During all of it she couldn't erase the thought that Roger's cum was mixing with that of another man. It was so appaling...and such a turn on! What was wrong with her?

Roger was smiling the whole time. He had timed it perfectly...caught her just in time. He slowly slid in and out, nuzzling her neck as he washed himself in her (no...their) juices. A dream come true. Merry Christmas, Roger!!

He wouldn't even let her change clothes before going to her mother's. He was going to squeeze every bit that he could out of this. As for Rhonda, Christmas Eve was an evening of wet panties and constantly wet inner thighs. Just as she thought it would subside, a purposely intended quick and hidden stroke from him would only start it all over.

And there was plenty left for after the gifts were put under the tree late that night. This time, though, a long fuck with lots of tender caresses. Especially from Roger, who for the first time in a long time didn't bring up Brian's name.

Now, here it was at 4:30. Roger was asleep, obviously expended. Rhonda was fitful. So much had happened. How had it happened. How much of it had she wished upon herself over the past few years. She had fantasized about Brian so many times. That old saying came to mind. "Be careful for what you wish!"

She realized that she was slowly caressing Roger's cock. Slowly, it was coming to life. She could feel the cum still oozing out of her, running down her ass cheeks as she lay on her back.

She owed him. That was without question.

A gentle thought. Maybe too little too late, but at least an offering. A special present for Christmas. Always his dream.

Slowly, she slid on top of him, gatering herself on her knees and straddling his rapidly recovering cock. Slowly, she caught her breath, grimacing and expelling a loud gasp as she guided him in.

Roger was smiling to himself. Only feigning sleep, he was appreciating her teasing. Suddenly, he inwardly stiffened. Was he reading her right?

Slowly, not without hesitation, Roger felt the head of his swollen cock barely penetrate her naturally moistened ass. It wasn't hard or fast. Just tiny movements, all done by her.

Mrs. Williams had badly underestimated how badly her husband had looked forward to this moment. 

It was a surprise to her. Almost an embarrassment to him!

She had barely allowed him to penetrate her ass, her spincter barely closing over his head, when he suddenly moaned and came. He had waited so long for this!!

Not to mention the gentle erotic nudge, the titillating impetus, just hours before. The messages were short but very, very promising.

About nine that past evening he had been fondling Rhonda in the seclusion of the garage while the party inside was ignoring them. Slowly stroking her wet crotch, determined not to let it be ignored until much later, he frowned at the interruption of his cell phone. A quick glance to recognize the sender told him not to let it pass.

As he glanced at it over Rhonda's shoulder as she squirmed and moaned softly at his hand between her legs, the text message was simple.

"WELL" Roger knew it was a request.

His reply had been just as simple. And very promising.

"NEW YEAR'S EVE"

THE END