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A Christmas Wish

By: rockgoddessuk



Sighing, she sat down at the computer, switching it on and resigning herself to another lonely evening. Why was it that her relationships always finished around this time of year? She could not remember the last time that she had spent an Xmas with another person, it was always a lonely time for her.

She logged into her mail and checked it, Yer, just the usually crap there. Messages from a few groups she belonged to and a couple of forwards from friends & workmates, but that was it. She had her name on a lot of contact sites, but did not seem to get much response to them. She was not sure what she was doing wrong, but she must be doing something wrong.

She decided to surf the web for a while and looked at a couple of sites, but soon got bored with that, she went to make herself a meal. She went into the kitchen and prepared herself a meal, and a cup of tea.

Then, went into the living room and turned the TV on. The computer beeped a few times, but she did not bother to check it, it would probably only be junk mail, so she did not want to read it.

She watched some inane program on the TV while she ate her dinner. She must have been tired, as she dozed off. She did not know how long she slept, but was awaken by a beeping off the computer. She wasn't sure why it woke her, but she wished that it was a man caressing her body that had woken her rather than some junk mail on the computer.

She thought that she might as well read it and clear it all out, after all she had nothing else to do. Maybe she would go out for a drink after she had done it, then she looked at the clock and was amazed that the time was past midnight. There would be no-where open now, so she would check the mail and go to bed.

She went to the computer, and moved the mouse to clear the screen saver, then opened her mail. There were about 20 mails there, 15 of them were junk, but the other 5 were the same mail sent 5 times, there was no sender, and the title line said " Lonely this Christmas? Need company, check out our web site and you'll never be lonely again. All your wishes will be granted."

Usually she wouldn't look at these sorts of things, but there was something about it that attracted her, and that made her want to look at the site. She tried clicking on the link on one of the messages, but it didn't work, so she copied and pasted it into the top envelope, and clicked on the Go button.

The web page came up, the front page was all red and black & its title was "Demon lovers-how to get yours" She clicked on the Demon logo and entered the site. There were lots of different things on the menu, such as how to get your demon lover, what you need etc. So she decided to go to the title that said" About us" to find out more about the people who ran the site and why they could have mailed her.

It did not really tell her that much about them, just that they were a company who liked to help lonely people to find friends who would be loyal to them forever. Didn't tell her that much, not even why they would have mailed her, it was probably just a random mail shot, and a coincidence that they had mailed her. Well, this was a rare opportunity, and if it didn't work what had she to lose, so she decided to read the "What it costs" section. She was amazed and surprised to see that it would cost her nothing to try it. She thought about it for a few minutes, then decided to read what you needed to get your demon lover, it would be a laugh to try it out and see exactly what happened.

She clicked on part of the menu that said "What you need", and a message came up asking if she was sure that she was ready to go ahead with this, as once it was in motion there was no going back. She clicked on the Yes option and it took her to the "What you need" menu.

It was set out like a recipe, and on reading the ingredients she needed, she was both pleased & surprised to see that it was all things that she had in her kitchen, leaving the computer, she went to the kitchen & collected all the things.

Then coming back to the computer, she read what she needed to do. She mixed the ingredients in the bowl that she had got from the kitchen. But wait, the recipe called for a little human blood, now where was she supposed to get that?

She sat there perplexed for a while, where in the hell was she going to get human blood, there was nowhere she could get it, unless….. It suddenly hit her!! Why hadn't she thought about it before. She went to the kitchen,and picked up a small kitchen knife. She walked back into the living room, picked up the bowl, which she had left in front of the computer. She took the knife, and cut into the top of her finger. She flinched, as she felt the sharp pain. Her blood began to flow freely into the bowl, and she mixed it with the concoction that was already there.

She put the bowl on the floor in front of the fire, and nipped into the bathroom to get a tissue to wrap around her bleeding finger. When she went back into the living room, she heard a hissing shout, and looking at the bowl, saw the mixture was starting to fizz and grow.

She went back to the computer,to check what she should do next. There were a few words that she had to say, so she read them from the computer, then said them over the mix, which was fizzing well now. Then, it said to push enter and she did. However, nothing happened, so she pushed enter again. Then, she sighed and logged out of the site. Typical, nothing happened, why was she surprised?

She began to look at other site on the search engine, and did not notice the rustling sound behind her. Then suddenly, she felt two hands pushing their way into the front of her dress, massaging her breasts. At first she thought that she was dreaming, but they felt too real.

Then, her chair spun round towards the fire, and there on the floor in front of her sat a gorgeous blond guy with a cheeky grin, but how could this be? She could still feel hands on her breasts and warm breath on her neck as he pushed her legs wide, and began to rub his hand on her bare pussy, getting her wetter than she already was.

She looked up, and behind her was a guy with jet-black hair, who was massaging her breasts, and kissing her neck. She sighed and started to enjoy their hands on her body, she did not know how, but she had somehow created two dream lovers, and as they both kneeled before her and began to greedily suck at her pussy, she realised that her Christmas wish had come true in a big way. 

A Christmas Wish



The year 2005 had been hectic and full of many disappointments for Deana. The man she thought she would spend forever with her, suddenly becomes distant, withdrawn and uncaring. He spent long days at work, was always busy during his time off and never seemed to care if she was even living in the same house. She was believed nothing could help her disastrous marriage. 

You see her marriage was slowing down and beginning to become a boring hum drum sexless relationship. No matter what she did or said, there was no sex, no love and certainly no communication. She loved him dearly and did not want to give up, but she was running out of ideas.

One day she went out to lunch with a girlfriend, LeAnn. Deana played with her food and barely uttered a word. LeAnn, asked her if everything was ok. She held back the tears and told her friend that her marriage was no better. Adding that since the last time they talked, her sex life had been virtually nil. Deana could count the times she was fucked last year on one hand. 

LeAnn, ordered them a couple of drinks. Then she looked Deana straight in the eyes and said, "Honey, you cannot go on like this, it will make you sick! I know what you need and that is some hot sex. You know the kind that leaves you breathless wanting more? Hey, I have an idea, why don't you go online to one of those dating sites and look for a sex starved male in the same predicament as you and go have yourself some sexy fun? I joined one of those sites and I love it. You can join free and have fun getting what that deadbeat hubby is not giving you."

Deana replied, I thought about it, but I am just too shy. I could never do that. Beside that, if hubby found out he would kill me."

LeAnn replied, "Honey, he would even know who it is. Let me help you with your profile, we can spice it up so it don't even sound like you. Come on, you have to get out of that house. Let your hair down and get laid!"

Deana agreed she had to do something. She would tell her hubby that she was going over to her girlfriend's house to help her plan a surprise dinner for her son that Saturday. 

It seemed like Saturday would never get there. Finally she was at LeAnn's house on her computer, joining the date-swinging website. 

She started chatting with the people there and they convinced her to confront hubby and ask him what was going on. So, one day she did just that and asked him what was wrong. She almost passed out when her hubby told her he did not love her anymore and only married her because his mother thought he was gay. Now how good is that for breaking Deana's spirit, she felt like her world just came to an end.

However, as her confidence grew, Deana slowly began to see her life could be better. She had to be the one to change things and improve herself, no one would do that for her. As for the deadbeat hubby, she divorced him. 

A couple years had passed since then and Deana chatted more and even dated a few men off of the website. Some of the men even had sex with her, like she never had before. She even had a couple of relationships with men which she thought could be long term. However, they turned out to be brainless wonders who would not know a good woman if it was pointed out to them by their mom.

She thought seriously about deleting her profile, because she was not getting much of a response anymore. Then she remembered how fake most of it was and decided to update it. After all, deep down she knew she had done the right thing. Not only had the website kept her from going insane, it kept her body well primed for sexy pleasures. 

Deana also tried her hand at writing erotica. The responses to her stories told her she had made the right decision. She still immersed herself in her work and spent most Christmas holiday's, working so others could spend the time with their loved ones. 

Then her life changed again. Not only did she move out of state, she got a different job. Deana acquired a whole new mental attitude and outlook on life. She has a new life, a healed heart and a kinky sexual attitude. 

Deana's new rule for life is; "Why not have fun? Life is too short to sit and whine about the "what ifs." To her the size of a person did not matter. It is what is on the inside that counts. 

She also feels that if the man needs to boast about the size of their cock, it's not worth talking about. It is what you do with your cock that matters. 

Deana went into things with an open mind and felt she was a sexy full figured woman. She wanted a man who was honest, had a sense of humor, plus a strong but gentle hand. Oh hell let's face it, Deana wanted to have sex with the right kind of man now. She even contemplated calling the local fire department and yelling, "Are there any males there that can light my fire?"

Deana continued to chat, cybered, and even went out with a few good men,but nothing ever became serious. Until one day when this guy named John, emailed her. 

Meet John, a lonely man in his fifties. Since the death of his wife, all he does is sit around the house, thinking about how bad his life has become. He thought the woman he married would spend all eternity with him. But after four short years of wedded bliss, she died of a massive heart attack. So to occupy his time, he joined an online dating-swinging site.

As it turns out, it is the same site that Deana is on. John was surfing through the new profiles of women who joined the site, when a sexy full figured redhead caught his eye. Her shoulder length hair, her luscious rose colored lips and seductive green eyes, seemed to say, "Kiss me, if you dare." 

As he continued to read her profile, he felt a stir in his crotch he had not felt since god knows how long. He then said, "Hot-damn, she is as pretty as a picture." John immediately sent her an email, hoping she would agree to at least talk to him. 

As Deana sat at computer reading her email, she received one from a man named John, in the back of her mind she said, "Here we go again! Time to paste on a smile as I bet this is another wanna be phony!" 

Deana went on at looked up the guy's profile. It sounded to her like he was trying to impress the dead poetry society. When she looked at his picture it left a lot to be desired, not only could she not see his face, his body filled the whole thumbnail picture. 

She snickered and uttered to myself, "Oh god, Baby Huey has joined the same adult dating sight as me!" She did not even know where that town in Tennessee was. She figured it was probably some redneck with a mean streak. She emailed John back.

"Dear John, Thanks for writing me. First of all let me tell you a thing or two, I have been through hell and do not want a serious relationship at all. So please if you don't mind, do not even mention about meeting me, in your next email. As I never go out with guys that I do not know. I could only get to know them through email, then I decide from there. Mainly, because all the previous ones I have met online were phony. Feel free to write me back if you dare. Deana."

You see, she loves giving a guy a hard time to see if he has the balls to handle a real relationship. If he replied after that, then maybe he might be worth getting to know. One thing she was never in the mood for was, momma's boys, immature men, or those caring a truckload of emotions everywhere they go. If John wanted to, he could email her, but I doubted he would because like 80% of the men online, he is a phony. I can just bet that John will be like all the rest of the men and run with his tail between his legs.

John was speechless, how can such a sexy thing write those hateful words. In his mind he decided someone must have really hurt this woman. That was really uncalled for, because women were made to be loved, not to hurt. So he took a deep breath and wrote her again sealing the email with a kiss and a prayer. He hoped this time, she would reply with a kind word and at least get to know him better before passing judgment. 

"Dear Deana, I assure you honey, I am no phony. However, you will not know that for sure unless we chat and get to know one another. In my opinion, you cannot know someone through email either. It is rather impersonal. Talking by phone is a nice way to break the ice, but still you will not see the real person. You will not be able to get to know them for real, unless you meet them face to face. Email me, chat with me and give me a chance to prove it. I promise I wont bite. What harm can it do? Write me back and I swear you will not be disappointed. Sincerely John."

Deana giggled when she read John's reply then said, " Hot-Damn, I think I found a man with balls! Someone who is not afraid to voice their opinion or hear me voice mine." 

This time when Deana replied, she said they could email each other, but that was all. For some reason she still did not trust John. Little by little they communicated by email. 

John finally broke through the stiff outer layers of her resentment. As it turned out, Deana had been hurt by one too many people and worst of all by the men she loved. So it was only natural that she found trusting anyone hard.

The two of then ended up chatting and even talking for hours on the phone. John discovered that she lived 40 miles from him. In the back of his mind he wondered if the sexy redhead would go out with him for dinner. So he wrote her.

"Dear Deana, Would you please give me the pleasure of joining me for dinner a week from Friday. I wont make any demands on you at all. Gentle hugs and kisses. John."

Deana usually did not meet anyone until they had emailed each other a few more times. Her intuition told her to go out to dinner with John. What harm could it do, after all I need to get out of that apartment and see the real world and it beats cooking. Besides it was near Christmas and she did not want to spend another holiday alone. So she wrote John.

"Dear John I would be honored to meet you for dinner. If dinner is goes well and we see a spark of desire, we could go from there and plan a second meeting. Meet me online tonight and we will discuss the details. Hugs, Deana."

John met Deana online and they decided on a mutual restaurant to go to. He then chuckled and typed, "If we hit it off honey, how would you like to be my dessert?" 

Without thinking Deana replied, "You want your dessert with whipped cream and a cherry?"

To which he replied, "No, I like my dessert al- naturale."

Deana met John and when he pulled her into his arms and he kissed her hello, her mind screamed, "Oh my God, "Where in the hell have you been all my life?" 

John then said, "Merry Christmas Deana. I hope you get what you wish for."

She replied, "Merry Christmas to you to John. May you have a joyous holiday season."

They ended up having a marvelous time all the way throughout dinner. For some reason Deana felt drawn to this big man, whom she now calls her teddy bear. She felt as if they have known each other a long time and were meeting each other to plan the next stage of their lives. 

They both had some real bad-luck in the past. Deana reached out and took John's hand in hers and said, "Don't you think it about time we make our own good luck? We can start with you having me as dessert!"

After dinner, John escorted Deana to his car. Once they were inside he looked into her sexy green-eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? The thoughts of exploring Deana's sensual side made John's cock throb. 

Deana pulled John's head close and kissed him firmly with all the passion within her. To say the least, her mood matched his. Then she said, "Does that answer your question? From the moment you kissed me, my mind has been wondering what you are like in bed. Oh god, John it has been too damn long since I have had a sexy man to fuck!" 

John kissed Deana back and held her close running his hands across her sexy back. He then started the engine and said, "Your place or mine sweety? Or we can go to a local hotel."

Deana blushed a bit and with a twinkle in her eyes she said, "Lets go to a hotel, okay?"

John knew just the place. He drove there thinking of what would be the first thing he would do to her. 

She sat in the car as he got them a room and wondered what would be the first thing she would do to John. John then returned and lead her to their room to an afternoon of endless delights.

Deana stopped at the doorway to the room and uttered, "John too bad they do not have mistletoe above the door, I'm dying to kiss you again."

John opened the door pulled Deana into the room and said, "Who needs that damn stuff? Pucker up woman, I need some sugar!"

Deana leaned into him and kissed John and slid her tongue between his lips. Oh god, his kiss made even her toes tingle! She made a silent Christmas wish, "May this sexy man be in my life for a very long time." His caring attitude, honesty, sense of humor, and sensuality made her realize this man was a keeper. 

John was overwhelmed by this sexy green-eyed angel. The sight of her, the way she smelled, her laughter and sweetness of her kiss made Deana irresistible. When he pulled her full figured body close to his and probed her mouth with his tongue it made John go weak in the knees. Without hesitation his hands grasped her hips, and he pulled her into his chest. He uttered a silent Christmas wish, "May she be in my life forever." 

When they finally came up for air she looked John in the eyes and while running her hands across the bulge in his pants said, "Time for dessert."

John smiled devilishly and said, "There is nothing I like better then to peel back the layers of my dessert and get to the goodness inside. If you do not mind me saying so, honey, you're one hot baby!" 

Deana told John to sit down for a moment and watched her. She slowly took her clothing off and then stood before him showing her all her charms, clad in a red teddy, red hose and heels. Her big breasts were straining the lacy cups, threatening to burst out into his hands. She then turned around and the high cut leg, framed her broad hips. Her full thighs were encased in sheer matching red nylons. 

The pleasures he could feel within the curves of this luxurious sexy angel made John pant. John stood and walked over to Deana and took her in his arms and said, "You look like my Christmas wish come true darling. Oh god, I think I just might fall in love with you."

Their lips met again and their tongues entangled in another hot luscious kiss. He felt her body shift slightly away from him, then he felt her hands unzipping his pants, then her soft fingers closed around his raging cock.

As Deana stroked his rigid cock, his hips jerked and he almost blew his load right then and there.

Deana pulled her hand from inside his pants and said, "Are you that glad to see me John, or does that cock have a hair trigger tonight?"

John grinned, blushed a bit and replied, "Awww doll, I'm just happy to be with you tonight. You want to know something, I love BBW's. I hate bony women. They are like a bar of soap, hard to hold onto and slip between your fingers."

Deana laughed at John's remark as she loved his weird sense of humor, She then replied, "Well, I guess that's just their loss. You know something I love a full figured guy too, they do not seem to be hung up on there appearance."

She gave John a peck on the check and then said, "You know what, I am going to take advantage of your hot body all night." Her pussy had been dripping all the way through dinner in anticipation of his hard cock and she could not wait any longer. 

John looked at Deana and said, "Take me honey, I am all yours!"

Deana kicked off her heels, sat on the bed and removed her nylons. Then she climbed onto the bed and said, "Time for you to do a strip tease now and do not worry about a thing, to me the size of a man does not matter, it's what is in his heart that counts."

John hurriedly undressed all the way down to his sexy blue boxers then climbed on the bed with Deana. He licked his lips and ran his fingers across her breasts and said, "Is this my dessert?"

Deana cooed and said, "All of me is your dessert!" She then had John helped her take of the teddy and then he removed his boxers. John's cock was hard and oozing precum, she closed her fingers around it and purred , "Mmmmm, yummy. " 

Deana moved until her lips came in contact with John's cock. Placing her mouth around the glistening head, she tantalized it with her tongue.

John loved a woman who loved to suck cock and it was apparent that Deana knew what she was doing. He placed his hands on either side of her head to keep himself steady. 

Deana sucked John's cock slowly until her lips brushed against his pubic hairs. Then the more aroused he became the faster her mouth worked on his cock. She could feel the veins throbbing again her tongue and when his breathing changed and knew he would soon cum. 

John could not resist much longer and when Deana reached up and squeezed his balls lightly he quivered and filled her mouth with his sweet nectar. When he regained his composure he looked down to see her grinning like the cat who just ate the canary.

Deana just batted her eyelashes and said, "I thought that we should take care of that hair trigger cock before it went off all by itself. Now we can get down to some serious fucking."

John pulled Deana into his arms and pressed his chest against hers. Oh how he loved to feel a woman's nipples against his hairy chest. He then leaned down and kissed her, tasting his salty cum on her tongue. His spent cock began to stir once more. He instructed Deana to lay down. 

He then began kissing her, starting with her sweet lips and working his way downward. As his hands cupped her breasts his lips teased her hard nipple, one then the other. Then he left a wet trail of kisses down to her hot pussy. 

His fingers moved through the silky red curls and slid beneath her puffy labia to her swollen clit. He barely had made contact with her love button when Deana began to shudder and moan. 

With his other hand he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy hole and begin fingerfucking her as his mouth replaced his fingers and begin to tantalize her clit. 

Deana began to shake uncontrollably and raised her hips clean off the bed and squealed, "Oooooh, I am cumming!" Her reaction was so strong she thought she might pass out. 

When her shaking stopped and she slumped back onto the bed John said, "Now who has the hair trigger?" 

Deana then said, "Oh baby, I haven't cum like that in a very long time. I love the way you trip my trigger."

John moved and laid on the king sized bed next to Deana, letting her body spoon with his. Still unable to believe his own eyes that he had actually found this sexy angel. He buried his face in her neck and begin kissing her. 

Deana turned and put her arms around his head and pulled John into her. She watched as he buried his face in her soft breasts. He then took her nipple into his mouth and began suckling as if he were a baby. She closed her eyes and uttered, "Oh John, I love a titty-man!"

Using both of his hands her pulled both breasts together and then started sucking on her swollen nipples. All this action had John's cock ready for action again. He wanted to slide his cock deep in her hot box. He stopped tantalizing her nipples and said, "Let's fuck baby."

Deana looked at John and said, "I thought you'd never ask. Now lay on your back honey." She then moved her upper thighs atop of his hips straddling his hard cock. She reaching down, she guided his cock into her wanting pussy, rocking back and forth. As she moved forward her breasts were brushing his lips and he took the opportunity to suck her right nipple. She shivered and said, "Fuck me harder, John!"

John grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy down onto his cock, burying his member deep inside her. As he thrust his cock into her she began pumping her hips in unison. Since she gave him a blowjob earlier it had taken the edge off his desire and he was able to relax and enjoy the hot ride. 




A Christmas Wish



From the force of her movements and her moaning, John knew that she could not restrain her passion, this baby loved to fuck! She began to shudder and squeal and he knew she was about to climax once more. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock like a vice as she came uncontrollably. 

John wondered just how many times Deana could come, one day he would just have to find out, as for now he was too busy fucking her. He threw his head back and shouted, "Oh god, ooooooh god, I am cumming!"

John did not feel intimidated by Deana's power at all. He actually found it very satisfying to his ego. It looked like his Christmas wish might actually come true. He laid back down and turned to her and said, "Well honey, did your Christmas wish come true?"

Deana just smiled and asked, "Well you tell me, all I wanted to Christmas was a good man in my life and here you are."



A Christmas Wish



This is my Christmas Story, but it took a life of it's own and took a bit longer to finish than expected. Hope everyone enjoys it.

*

Lauren watched her younger brother play basketball with his best friend, Jeremiah. At twenty-one , they were only six years her junior. She had just come home for college, only to find that both her step brother and friend had grown into very attractive young men. Garth was the shorter of the two. But he still towered over her 5'10" height. And Jeremiah actually made her feel like a midget with his 6'7" frame. It was obvious that both men had played basketball in high school. It showed with ease that they handled the ball and chased each other around the court. She sighed with pleasure as she watched them move. She knew that she shouldn't have such thoughts about her younger step brother and friend but she was only human. And it didn't help that she had already been away at college when their parents had married two years ago. Garth had never felt much like a younger brother to her. More like a friend of a friend. Now that she had finally moved back home, she was going to be around for the holidays. And she knew exactly what she wanted most from Santa. She wanted one night alone with these two sexy men. She had fantasized about having two men at one time. But had never found two men that had struck her fancy at the same time. So maybe with Santa's help she could have what she wanted.

Little did Lauren know that Santa was indeed watching and knew exactly what the naughty little girl wanted and how to get it for her. He was more than willing to grant the little vixen's request. It helped that Santa also knew that both Garth and Jeremiah wanted the same thing. He was just going to add a few stipulations to granting her request. Turning towards Mrs. Claus, he winked at her. 

"Oh dear, Kris, what are you planning now?" She asked with a laugh.

"Something that will be lots of fun for both of us." He said wickedly.

"Oh, I can't wait." 

"Who said anything about waiting?" Kris asked huskily before dragging her unprotesting into his arms.

Lauren sat in front of her vanity, running a brush through her ebony hair, when the mirror shimmered slightly and an attractive older man appeared. Gasping she spun around expecting to see him behind her.

"Lauren, dear, turn around." Spinning back around she stared at the mirror in amazement. He was still in the reflective surface.

"I don't understand." She whispered " How are you here?"

"Don't ask about how, Lauren, you should be asking why." The man replied. 

"Who are you?" She asked.

"You call me Santa, but I prefer to be called Kris." Lauren looked at him in disbelief, he didn't look like any Santa that she had ever seen. From his sexy white hair to his old tennis shoes he looked like a model. Where was the chubby old elf, whose lap she had sat on every Christmas? "And I know what you want for Christmas." He continued, "Such naughty thoughts you have been having. You have been very good this year, so I am going to grant your wish."

"My wish?" Lauren asked as heat rose to her face.

"Yes. You want a night to do some very naughty things with your brother and friend." She gasped as the heat spread throughout her body. She had never been so embarrassed. 

"Oh my god." She whispered.

"I'm going to make sure that it happens, Lauren dear. If you want it to. And as long as you agree to a few of my terms."

"Terms?"

"Yes. Nothing that will hurt you or embarrass you, Lauren. It's just that Gloria and I would like to watch you and your young men."

"Gloria?"

"Mrs. Claus." He said with a smile as he pulled his wife into the mirror with him. She was attractive brunette with silver threads running through her hair.

"I would love to take you up on your offer, Kris but I don't want them to desire me just because you are granting my wish. I'm not that desperate."

"Oh Child, if you only knew the thoughts those young men are having about you." Kris said softly.

"Really?" She asked, doubt on her face.

"Yes, Garth has had fantasies about fucking the hell out of you since the first time that his father introduced him to you and your mother. And Jeremiah. Well, lets just say, the things that young man wants to do with you should be outlawed."

"Oh my." She said as she left her panties dampen.

"So all you have to do is say yes," Kris continued, "and it's done."

"Providing that I let you and Gloria watch me."

"Yes."

"When?"

"Christmas Eve, of course."

"But don't you have to deliver gifts to the children?" She asked, not wanting to mess up Christmas for the kids.

"Let me worry about that, Lauren. I have more than enough time to do both. So do we have a deal?" He asked softly.

"Yes." She whispered, hardly believing her daring. 

Later that night Kris decided it was time to visit Garth. He seemed to be a pleasant enough young man. He hadn't lied to Lauren. In fact when he interrupted the lad, he was busy stroking his meat. Fantasizing about his sexy older sister had him ready to spray his wad all over his chest and stomach. Kris decided that he would let him finish. After only experiencing blue balls once, he wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy. He didn't have long to wait. Within minutes the young man was twisting on his bed, muttering to himself.

"Damn it, Lauren, yes! Take my cum!" He growled as his fist flew up and down his exploding rod. Kris watched with envy as he deposited a large load on his flat stomach. A few drops even hit his chest.

"How would you like that to be real, Garth?" Kris said softly from the corner so not to startle the young man. Garth swung his head towards the voice. Squinting he barely made out the shadowy outline of a well built man.

"Who are you?" He asked groggily, still some what overcome by his explosive release.

"You can call me Kris. So how bout it? Would you like what you just experience to be real?"

"What?" Garth asked as he sat up in bed. He stared in disbelief when the man stepped out of the shadows. The man was dressed in blue jeans, a tight black shirt and had a well trimmed white beard and mustache. 

"Well, Garth it is pretty simple. Your sister Lauren asked Santa for a present this year that he couldn't refuse to give. You see, she has been such a good lass all year long. You know what she wants?"

"Lauren. Asked Santa?" He said after rubbing his eyes.

"Yes." 

"And you're Santa?" 

"Yep. Kris Kringle at your service." He said with a slight bow.

"What did she ask for?" Garth asked a finally.

"She wants an entire night alone with you." Kris said then he paused, "and your best friend."

"For what?" He asked rather stupidly.

"Don't be dumb, son. You're step sister wants you and Jeremiah to fuck her til she can't see straight."

"She wants to fuck me!" He said in disbelief.

"Yes. And your friend."

"But I'm her brother."

"Step-brother, son. There are no familial ties between you. And believe me she is well aware of that." Kris said as he walked closer to the bed.

"So what's in it for you?" Garth asked, suddenly wondering how Kris was going to profit from getting them together.

"We get to watch."

"Who's we?" Garth said nervously.

"Me and Mrs Claus."

"So you're going to watch me fuck my sister and then have Jeremiah fuck her after I'm done?"

"Oh no, lad. That's not how it's gonna work. She wants you and Jeremiah to fuck her at the same time." he explained.

"But I don't know." Garth started to protest.

"It'll be no different than the time that you both fucked little Miss Leona Redding, last summer."

"You know about that?"

"I'm Santa. I know everything that you do, Garth."

"It's hard to believe that Lauren would ask for that." 

"Watch, and see for yourself." Kris said as he nodded towards the full length mirror that was on the back of the boy's door. Garth looked closer and suddenly saw Lauren laying on her bed. He watched in awe, then with desire as he saw her shoving a large dildo in and out of her. Suddenly he could hear what she was moaning as if she was laying right next to him.

"Yes. Aw, fuck I'm gonna cum all over that cock! Fuck me Garth! Hard!" She squealed as she stroked herself closer to climax.

"Son of a-" Garth muttered, then the mirror went dark. 

"See what I mean, Garth." Kris replied. "So what will it be? Will you help me fulfill her Christmas Wish or do I have Jeremiah do it all by himself?"

"No way is Jeremiah gonna get some of that and not me!" Garth said insistently. 

"Okay, then. Be ready when I come back."

"When's that gonna be?"

"Christmas Eve, of course." Kris said before he vanished.

Kris returned home to find, Gloria laying in their large bed. He was not surprised to see a couple of the elves in bed with her. Leaning back against the door he watched as his beautiful wife, withered between the elves. One of them was laying under his wife, thrusting a large cock deep inside of her. He could hear the squeals coming from his wife's full mouth. The other elf was busy driving his own impressive cock in and out of her moaning mouth. He sighed with pleasure at the sight. He could never get enough of watching his wife being serviced by the elves. 

Gloria groaned as her orgasm slammed through her. Tony, the elf that was busy fucking her was absolutely known for his stamina in bed. Already he had fucked her through two orgasms and the third was on the horizon. She knew it was going to take much to push her over the edge.

Kris groaned low in his throat as his own manhood started to rise. Running his hand down the front of his jeans, he was startled to feel a small elfin hand already there. Glancing down he saw Laura-lynn, Tony's wife at his feet. He hadn't even noticed her when he had come in. He had been to riveted to the sight on the bed.

"Let me, Kris." She purred as she lowered the zipper on his jeans. After gently pulling out his cock, she took it into her warm mouth. He groaned loudly. If Tony was know for his stamina, his wife was definitely know for her oral abilities. 

"Christ, Laura-lynn. You don't know how wonderful that feels." Gloria stopped for a moment when she heard her husband's words. Pulling Edward's cock out of her mouth, she looked over her shoulder and saw Laura-lynn on her knees in front of Kris.

"Laura-lynn, don't forget, you promised that you would eat me after Tony fills me full of come." Gloria gasped as Tony pounded even harder into her.

"I haven't." Laura-lynn promised, returning to the steady bobbing that she knew that Kris loved.

"I don't see why she can't do both." Kris growled lifting the small elf off her knees. Spinning her around he bent her over the foot of the bed. "Turn her around, Tony." Kris ordered the red faced elf. Grunting, the elf did as Kris asked and spun a very startled Gloria around to face Kris and Laura-lynn. She cried out as Tony continued to thrust but now hitting a more sensitive spot in her yearning sex. It immediately sent her into her third orgasm of the evening. 

"Ohhh." she wailed helplessly as Laura-lynn buried her face between her spread thighs. Kris growled happily as he watched his wife shake through her orgasm. Stepping up behind the elf, he grabbed her hips and placed the head of his cock in the entrance of her cunt. Smiling in anticipation, he yanked back on her hips and buried himself deep as he could. He could hear Laura-lynn's excited squeal as she pushed back against him. He smiled wickedly at his wife. She continued to grind her hips against the insistent probing of Tony's hard cock and the wicked wetness of Laura-lynn's tongue. She didn't even seem to notice that Edward had wrapped her hand around his throbbing manhood. Without a thought she started to stroke up and down. Kris growled happily as he started to pump in and out of the moist elf. 

"What a little slut you are." Kris growled at his wife. "But I wouldn't want you any other way."

"Oh Kris, I'm gonna come!" She gasped as she squirmed helplessly against the tight hold that Laura-lynn had on her hips. 

"Yes!" He hissed as he continued to pound in out of the helpless little elf. "Make her come hard, Laura-lynn. And I'll make you come just as hard." He promised. Not that Laura-lynn needed any further encouragement. She loved spending time between her mistress's thighs. Gloria had a warm spice flavor that just drove her nuts. She greedily lapped at Gloria's hard clit and hummed softly in her throat. She gasped raggedly when Kris pounded even harder in her wet little pussy. She tried to concentrate on the pleasurable task before her but Kris had her so close to coming. It wasn't a wonder that all the female elves stood in line to get a chance at being under Santa. He was a powerful lover. And tireless one at that. She gasped as her orgasm rushed over her and she attacked the hard clit with a vengeance. She screamed softly against as she tried to push Gloria over the edge. 

"Oh shit!" Gloria cried softly as her thighs started to tremble. Kris watched with pleasure as his sexy, little wife tried to fight coming.

"Sweetheart, you know you can't win." He gritted his teeth as he felt the elf start coming all over him. "Laura-lynn is coming right now, Gloria. She's so wet and tight she's gonna make me explode." He panted. "Damn, she's got me. She's gonna push me over the edge." He gasped, knowing that talking dirty would be enough to push his wife right over the edge. 

"Oh you don't play fair." Gloria gasped as her orgasm started to tingle in her thighs. 

"Stuff your cock in her mouth, Edward. I have a feeling she is gonna yell the house down." Kris ordered as he got closer to the peak.

"Oh my god, yes, GOD DAMN IT! I'M CUMMMMMMMINNNNNG!" Gloria screamed just before Edward shoved his close to exploding cock into her mouth. 

"Oh hell, yes." Kris ground out as he lifted the Laura-lynn off the bed and stood straight up and shoved the orgasming elf up and down on his near to exploding prick. "Gonna fill that pussy full." He gasped as he edged closer to cumming. "Come, you little bitch." He ordered Laura-lynn as he continued to surge in and out of her orgasming cunt. He watched through slitted eyes as his wife thrashed around on Tony's hard working form. The elf had grabbed a hold of her hips and rolled the orgasming Gloria onto her stomach and began hammering the hell out of her. Edward was sitting back watching the scene with disbelief as Gloria attempted to suck him dry. 

"Yes!" he hissed as he started spurting in her welcoming mouth. Which in turn set off, Tony, who had been pushed to his limits.

"Oh, take it you little whore." Tony growled at Gloria as he started filling her wet little hole full of sperm. Kris watched in amazement as his wife went rigid again and started to spasm even harder. Groaning deeply he backed up against the door. Using it for support he started the hard strokes that would lead to his own eminent orgasm. He cursed softly through his teeth as his balls pulled up tight and began to unload into the moaning elf. As his long awaited orgasm rushed through him, he couldn't help but think about his up coming visit to Lauren, Garth and Jeremiah. He couldn't wait, he thought before his balls finally relaxed and he finished coming.

Jeremiah stood in the shower as his ex-girl-friend knelt at his feet and bobbed her head up and down on his semi-erect cock. She had been at for the last few minutes, with little to no response. He had tried to tell her that when he had broken it off, that what they had wasn't enough any more. But she insisted on trying to rekindle what they had. So that's how he had ended up in the shower with her kneeling before him, giving him head for the first time. He was just about to lift her off her knees and explain it to her gently that it wasn't going to work, when he felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing up he saw an older man, with a neatly trimmed white beard wearing a pair of tight jeans with a flannel shirt that fit snugly against his rock hard chest. He was leaning against the wall next to the shower. 

"Don't worry, Jeremiah. She can't see me or hear me. Or even our conversation for that matter." Kris said as Jeremiah went to stop her bobbing head. "Don't. Let her be." Kris repeated.

"What do you want?" Jeremiah asked.

"I have a proposition for you." Kris said.

"What kind of proposition?" He asked suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that, boy. I'm harmless. At least to the male side of the species. The female on the other hand. Well, lets just say, there's not a pair of panties that I can't get into any time I want."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Kris. Kris Kringle to be more exact."

"Santa Claus? You've got to be kidding me. Did Garth ask you to pull this gag on me?"

"No. This has to do with Lauren." Kris replied. 

"Lauren." He croaked as his cock hardened in a rush. The girl at his feet moaned happily and began to suck harder on his now erect member. 

"Yes, your best friend's step sister." Kris confirmed. "I promised to fulfill her Christmas Wish." Kris said happily as he stroked his white beard.

"Her Christmas Wish. What does that have to do with me." Jeremiah gasped as the girl continued to work his hard cock.

"Well, it has everything to do with you-damn that girl has an impressive technique." Kris observed before continuing, "With you and Garth."

"What about Garth and I?"

"Well all Lauren wants for Christmas is one night of "please screw my brains out" sex with you and Garth."

"You've got to be kidding me." Jeremiah gasped as his balls tightened in response.

"No, son. I'm not. She's as hot as a fire-cracker on the fourth of July. She doesn't think that she has any right to either of you. But she sure as hell wants both of you. At the same time." Kris paused for a moment to let it sink in. "And if you agree with my terms, I can make sure that all of you have a night to remember."

"What terms?" Jeremiah panted as he became even more aroused by the thought of tag-teaming his best friend's sister. And the fact that the girl bobbing on his hard meat was coaxing him closer to coming.

"All I ask in return is that Gloria and I get to watch."

"Let me guess. Gloria's is Mrs Claus."

"Yes. We already swing with our elves. But we have never actually been invited to watch humans screwing each others brains out."

"Oh." Jeremiah panted as reached down and grasped the young girl's head in his hands to steady her for his coming explosion.

"Imagine how intense it would be, Jeremiah, if that was Lauren at your feet and Garth was fucking her from behind. Then you realize that you're being watched by another couple who are so hot and bothered by it that they can't help but tear each others clothes off and fuck themselves silly." Kris said painting an image in the young's man head.

"Son of a bitch!" Jeremiah howled as his seed exploded into the waiting girl's mouth.

"So do we have a deal?" Kris asked as the young man tried to steady himself against the shower wall.

"Yeah, I guess so." He panted, then he sobered. "Kris, can you do anything about this." He asked referring the girl still kneeling at his feet.

"What do you want me to do?" Kris asked.

"I don't want her hurt anymore than she already is and this little episode wasn't because of her and you know that. But I don't want to get her hopes up. Can you fix so that she don't remember it?"

"Yes, I can. Actually I can replace this memory with another that in the long run will be just what she wants." Kris said with a smile. Before he did his magic though he had one more thing to explain. "I'll show up with Gloria on Christmas Eve night. At Lauren's house. Her family will be conveniently gone, except for Garth of course. Please don't disappoint me. I'm sure that Garth is more than willing to do it alone."




A Christmas Wish



"Like hell." Jeremiah said softly. "We've talked about it before. If we ever got the chance both of us were gonna screw that sexy sister of his til she can't walk. No way is he gonna do it by himself." 

"Alright then." Kris said then both he and Jeremiah's ex-girl-friend disappeared.

The phone rang in the kitchen and when Lauren answered it there was a long pause on the other end. Then she heard Jeremiah's sexy voice filter through the ear piece. 

"Hey Lauren, is Garth around?" 

"He just left for the store. But he told me to tell you that he would meet you at the park around one. Guess you two are planning on shooting some more hoops?"

"Or something like that." Jeremiah said wickedly. "Well, I better get going. I'll be seeing you later." He said as he hung up the phone. Lauren shivered at the promise in his voice. Damn when would Christmas Eve come.

Garth and Jeremiah met in the park where the two had played as children. Sitting under the pavilion to get out of the scorching sun, the two men sat in silence until finally, Garth broke the ice.

"So what was so important that we needed to meet at our old stomping ground." 

"I had a visit yesterday from a very odd man." Jeremiah said finally. 

"Really. Did he call himself Kris?"

"Yes. He caught me in the shower. With Roxy giving me a blow job."

"I thought that you two were quits."

"We are. She was trying to convince me to take her back. No dice, of course. Then this Kris shows up and believe me buddy, some of the things that he said to me. Well, lets say they were rather graphic."

"About Lauren, right?" Garth said softly as he watched some young boys toss the basket ball around.

"Yes and granting her Christmas Wish." Jeremiah replied softly. There was a pause as he waited for Garth to respond.

"Do you think that it is for real?" Garth said finally.

"I sure the hell hope so. I've been head over heels for Lauren for over two years. That's why I keep going through girl-friend after girl-friend. None of them measure up to her. And I don't even mind sharing with my best friend, if it means that I can finally have her." Jeremiah said sincerely.

"You are in love with my sister?" Garth said in disbelief.

"Hard to believe, huh?" he answered before rubbing the back of his neck. "But how do you tell your best friend that you're in love with his sister."

"I'm cool with that, Jer. " 

Lauren lay on her side, watching TV in her room. It was the day before Christmas and time seemed to be just dragging. She was rather impatient for night to come. When she had seen Garth at breakfast he had given her a sexy wink before walking out the back door to meet with Jeremiah. It gave her chills just thinking about what was going to happen that night. Or at least what she hoped was going to happen. She wasn't sure how it was going to occur but surely Kris had some special magic that would make it happen, with no one the wiser. She was startled when her mother ran into her room.

"Lauren, guess what?" Her mother exclaimed excitedly.

"What happened, Mom?" She asked, immediately concerned.

"Your dad and I won a weekend in Atlantic City." She cried.

"Really. Wow, Mom, that's wonderful. Why are you crying?" Lauren asked.

"Because it's starting tonight. How can Dad and I leave our two wonderful children alone for the holiday?" Her mom said as she sat down on the edge of Lauren's bed. Sitting up, Lauren wrapped her arm around her. 

"Mom, it's not like Garth and I are only 10 years old any more. If you and Dad want to go to Atlantic City and have a good time, then go. We'll be fine here. As a matter of fact I think that Garth said something about inviting Jeremiah over." Lauren added.

"Really, you don't think that Garth will be upset?" She asked.

"I don't think so, but why don't you ask him." Lauren replied.

"Ask me what?" Garth asked from the doorway. Both Lauren and her mother spun towards the door. 

"Well, your dad and I won tickets to Atlantic City for the weekend. But we would have to leave tonight and I didn't feel right to leave you and Lauren alone on Christmas Eve." 

"I don't have a problem with that, Mom." Garth said before his mother passed him to go into the hall. "I've invited Jer over and we were just gonna watch some movies. I didn't want him to be alone this year with this being his first Christmas alone." 

"Alright, if you don't mind, I'll tell your father and we'll get going." Lauren's mother said as she headed downstairs. Garth continued to stand in Lauren's door til his step-mother was out of site. Then walking further into her room, he shut the door behind him. 

"Is everything okay?" Lauren asked as she felt the familiar tingle in her stomach.

"Yes." He said with a smile as he sat down next to her. "You don't have a problem with entertaining Jeremiah tonight, do you?"

He asked.

"No of course not. I've always liked him." She said softly.

"And we're going to have some other company tonight also. So you might want to get your rest." He said as he stood.

"Who?" She asked alarmed.

"Why, Kris and Gloria." He stated calmly.

"Kris and Gloria...how did you know?" She stuttered.

"Kris visited me a couple days ago. And he's visited Jeremiah too. He told us about your Christmas Wish." He added.

"Really." She said as she felt heat flood her face. 

"Yes. You know all you had to do was ask, Lauren." he stated softly.

"What!" She squeaked. 

"Both Jeremiah and I have wanted you since the first time we saw you. But neither of us figured that we stood a chance with a college babe like you. I mean who would think that you would even look at two guys in high school." 

"Garth, both of you guys had steady girl-friends when I met you. I assumed that you were spoken for. I don't trespass on somebody's property." A frown crossed her face as a thought struck her. "I'm not going to be trespassing tonight am I? I won't do this if there's a chance that someone else is going to be hurt by it." 

"No. I'm between girl-friends, and well, Jeremiah he has his pick of who he wants and..."

"I want you." Jeremiah finished for Garth as he walked into the bedroom. Lauren could barely breath when she felt the impact of having both men in the room with her. She knew that if either of them so much as touched her she was afraid that she would come right then and there. 

"Jeremiah." She gasped.

"I hope to hear that at least a couple of times tonight." he said softly as he sat down on the other side of her.

"We've talked this over," Garth stated, "And we don't want this to be uncomfortable any way." 

"No, we don't. So if we do anything that makes you feel that way, tell us and we'll stop." Jeremiah added. Picking up her small hand in his, he slowly rubbed his thumb over the palm of her hand. Lauren shivered with pleasure. "As much as we both want you, we don't want to hurt you." he finished before pulling her off the bed with him. "Shall we go send your parents off, then?" 

"I guess so." She said then gasped when she felt Garth run his hand over her bottom. 

"Garth," She scolded. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I plan on finishing it." He said with a grin.

Lauren was snuggled with the guys when Kris and Gloria arrived. She was laying with her head on Jeremiah's lap and her legs draped over Garth's, watching a movie on tv. Or at least they were attempting to watch it. Lauren was rather distracted by the impressive hard-on that was just inches from her face. Jeremiah didn't seem to concerned about his rampant cock. He just stared blankly at the tv and toyed with a lock of her ebony hair. She knew that Garth was already aroused too. She could feel his erection against her leg. Every so often she would brush her leg over it. Until he finally took her leg and tucked against his stomach.

"Quit wiggling." He scolded. 

"Make me." she shot back.

"Oh I will." Garth promised.

"Will what?" Kris asked from the shadows. Garth and Jeremiah glanced over their shoulders and watched as he strode from the shadows.

"She's being a tease." Garth stated as he continued rubbing Lauren's leg.

"Hmm. That's definitely something that we men enjoy, Lauren. Just be careful because turnabout is fair play." Kris said as he leaned against the couch. Turning he winked at both the guys. "Why don't you go upstairs and meet Gloria, Lauren. The boys and I will get comfortable. Gloria said she wanted to talk to you first." Kris said with a smile.

"Easier said than done." Lauren muttered a few moments later as she struggled to get up without hurting either of the aroused men that she had been reclining on. Finally Jeremiah decided to help her.

"As much as I love the feel of you squirming against me, Lauren, I don't want to get racked in the process." He said softly as he gently pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. Lauren whimpered as she felt his manhood press against her bottom. Even on his lap, Lauren barely came up to his shoulder. Leaning forward, he stopped a breath's way from joining their mouths together. When her lips parted with a startled gasp, he slowly ran his tongue along the small opening before gently nipping her lower lip. Picking her up he stood her on her feet. "Now, go." He ordered. Trembling, she obeyed and darted up the stairs. 

Jeremiah leaned back, closed his eyes and groaned. Damn she tasted sweet.

"Good lord, son. You about set the house on fire with that kiss." Kris said ruefully.

"You're gonna make her beg, aren't you?" Garth asked with anticipation.

"Who, me?" Jeremiah asked wickedly.

"Yes, you." Garth replied. "I've know you forever. You won't be happy til you make her your slave."

"Could be." Jeremiah said softly.

Gloria opened her bedroom door and rushed in. She was not surprised to see Gloria sitting on her bed. 

"Hello, Lauren. Why don't you come and sit with me?" Gloria asked patting the bed next to her.

"Okay." Lauren said tucking a stand of her hair behind her ear.

"How nervous are you about this?" Gloria asked softly.

"Very much. I think I can handle Jeremiah but Garth I'm not so sure."

"Oh sweetheart. I'm afraid that you have it all wrong." Gloria responded.

"What?" she replied as she got up off the bed and began to pace.

"Yes. Garth, the dear boy wants to screw you silly but Jeremiah on the other hand, won't be happy til he enslaves you with desire."

"So that means?" Lauren prompted.

"Jeremiah is going to drive you out of your mind. He'll make you beg until he becomes something that you have to have. And just when you are at your end, only then will he let you come."

"Oh my. He's..."

"Your match in every way, Lauren. So be sure about this. What happens tonight will change your future." Gloria said softly. "Now, Kris realized this after he told you that he would grant your wish. After he met Jeremiah, we decided that it would be your choice. I assumed it might be easier to take coming from a woman."

"So what you are saying is that if I go through with this, my relationship with Garth and Jeremiah will change." Lauren said slowly.

"Not with Garth, sweetheart. With Jeremiah." Lauren thought for a moment then smiled.

"I don't care, Gloria. If this is the only chance I'm gonna get, I'm gonna grab it with both hands." Lauren said softly.

"I don't think that you understand, Lauren." Gloria said patiently. "Jeremiah is your other half. Age doesn't come into play here. It simply is. There will be no Lauren without Jeremiah and no Jeremiah without Lauren." 

"So you're saying that we're going to fall in love?" Lauren asked softly.

"Sweetheart, you already half way there. If you do this tonight, you'll more than likely fall the rest of the way. So be sure this is what you want. I won't let Kris send you into this with your eyes closed to the possibilities, no matter how exciting it is for us to actually see the three of you having mind-blowing sex." 

Kris stared at Jeremiah and thought about the talk that she was having upstairs with Lauren. He knew that it was only fair to warn the young lady but damn he hoped that she didn't back out. He watched as Gloria came down the stairs. She was wearing a simple green and red velvet robe. 

"She'll be down in a moment." Gloria told them as she walked back into the living room. "Kris, if you please?" She requested. 

"Certainly." Kris said with a smile. With a snap of his fingers, a large bed appeared in the middle of the livingroom. 

"Thank you, dear." Gloria murmured. Walking across the room, she paused by the couch where Jeremiah was still sitting. "And you, Jeremiah," She paused as she waited for the young man to look up at her. "Don't hurt her." When he met her gaze, Gloria realized that with this young man there was no half way business, he was head over heels in love with Lauren.

"I won't." 

Lauren gazed at her reflection. She had slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, she critiqued what she saw. She had adequate hips and breasts, the men would have no complaint in that department. Her bottom on the other hand was probably her worst or best feature depending on who you asked. But after the way that Garth had fondled it and Jeremiah had squeezed it while she was on his lap, she didn't think that it would be a problem. Slipping on her silk kimono she ran her brush through her hair and headed downstairs. She gasped in pleasure when she saw the large bed sitting in the middle of the livingroom. Walking over to it she slipped off her robe and slid onto the silk surface of it. 

"So who's gonna join me?" Lauren asked softly. She laughed softly when she saw Garth yank his shirt off and hurry over to the side of the bed.

"No need to ask me twice." Garth said as he pushed Lauren back against the pillows. "We're not going to hurt you, Lauren. If it gets to far out of control say "yellow submarine" and we'll stop." He told her before he gathered her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head. Garth nodded to Jeremiah who had just finished stripping off his shirt. Jeremiah crawled onto the bed by her head and gently took her hands from his best-friend. Lauren gasped softly when she felt Garth take one of her nipples into his mouth. Sitting next to her Jeremiah watched as his friend nursed on both of his sister's hard nipples.

"You like this don't you?" Jeremiah whispered into her ear. "You like the idea of having two men ready to pleasure you any way you want."

"Yes!" She gasped. 

"Well, then let us have our fun and you will definitely get yours." Garth said between nibbling on both of her nipples.

Kris watched with Gloria perched on his lap. He could feel the sexual tension that filled the room. The trio on the bed had just started and already he could feel his cock start to rise. Gloria obviously noticed it too. She had already slipped her hand down his pants and was softly stroking his meat. 

"Kris, look at them." She panted, already creaming with her own desire.

"I know." he whispered as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it.

Lauren couldn't help but squirm helplessly against the arms that were holding her in one place. Between Garth attacking her nipples and the subtle attack on her ear and neck by Jeremiah, she was already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. 

"Oh please," She gasped.

"Hmm." Jeremiah agreed deep in his throat. Taking one of her hands he placed it on the stretched front of his jeans. She groaned and desperately tugged on the stubborn zipper. "Patience." he whispered. "Just feel how much I want you."

"Jeremiah!" she whimpered as she rubbed his cock through the fabric of his tight jeans. She shivered as she felt Garth leave her breasts. She moaned even louder when she felt him plant a moist kiss on the top of her thigh. Jeremiah watched as Garth spread her legs further apart. He could already see the moisture that was collecting on the bare petals of her sex. 

"Damn, Jer, she's already wet." Garth said as he slowly slipped one thick finger into her.

"I can tell." he responded. "Oh, Lauren, you are such a naughty little girl." he told her. "I think she wants more than your finger inside her, Garth." He said as he watched her hips rise up to meet the slow thrusts of Garth's hand. "Why don't you give it to her." He told his friend.

"Damn straight." Garth said as he worked the buttons on his own tight jeans. "Spread those legs wider Laur." He panted as he finally freed his eight inch weapon. She moaned softly as she waited to be impaled on her step brother's hot lance. 

"I figured that you would be the first." She moaned to Jeremiah as her step-brother crawled between her wide spread legs. Jeremiah leaned closer to her ear and gently bit it. "I'm much bigger than Garth. I always let him go first. I have a tendency to stretch everything out by the time I'm done." He whispered, then gently pinched her nipples. "Now cum, Lauren." He growled as he twisted them as Garth slammed his cock into her dripping cunt.

"Shit!" She gasped as her orgasm broke over her.

Gloria gasped and drop to her knees in front of her husband. "Tell me what they're doing." she ordered him before she ripped open his pants and took his hard dick down her throat. 

"Christ, Gloria. How do you expect me to do that while you're doing that?" He panted as she started to shove her mouth up and down on his erection. 

"You'll figure it out." She said quickly before shoving him back into her wet mouth.

Jeremiah watched as her body convulsed under Garth's hard thrusting cock. "Damn that looks hot." He murmured as he lowered his zipper a bit to relieve the pressure building behind his fly.

"It is hot!" Garth gritted between his clenched teeth. "And damn tight." He exclaimed as he tossed Lauren's legs over his shoulders. She squealed as he bottomed out and hit her g-spot.

"Fuck me!" She pleaded as she skated along the edge of another orgasm. 

"Slow down, Garth." Jeremiah said softly. "Don't let her have it yet. She'll come even harder if we let it build for a while." he explained when his friend looked at him in disbelief. 

"Easier said than done." Garth gasped as he slowed his strokes down. "Why don't you give her something to play with?" he suggested.

"Well, Lauren, what do you think? What do you want?" He said softly as he watched Garth's dick thrust slowly in and out of her.

"You!" she pleaded, trying to free one of her hands long enough to pull his cock out of his jeans.

"Patience." He coaxed before leaning down and covering her protest with a kiss. Lauren arched up and desperately thrust her tongue into his mouth. He growled as he gently sucked on her tongue. When he finally came up for air he freed himself from his jeans and placed her hands around him. "Now stroke me." He ordered. "But slowly." He said when she started to pull on him in jerky movements.

"Why, are you afraid you will lose control?" She panted as he slowed her hands down.

"No." He growled. "I never lose control. I come when I want to. Not before."

Kris growled as he jerked his wife to her feet. Spinning her around he pulled her onto his lap and shoved his cock between her thighs. 

"Close them." He ordered as he started to shove his manhood up between her legs. Gloria gasped and jerked as he rubbed across her hard clit. "Now watch." He whispered in her ear as he took her breasts into his hands. "And listen."

"Really," She panted as she moved in rhythm with Garth. "I bet I can make you come before you want to." She gasped as Garth started to loose control. 

"Sorry, I can't wait any more." Garth gasped. Lauren's words to Jeremiah had pushed him right to the edge. He took Lauren's ass in his hands and pulled her tight against him. 

"You, Lauren are going to cum long before I do." Jeremiah whispered. 

"Yes!" She groaned as her body started spasming around Garth. Garth cursed under his breath as he fought for control. Jeremiah may have complete control of his body but Garth was the one that was being milked by a climaxing pussy. As he neared the end, he waited until her pussy stopped gripping him and yanked out of her. Grabbing his throbbing dick he started jerking on it. 




A Christmas Wish



"That's it buddy, shoot all over her." Jeremiah growled as he shoved Lauren's hands away from his own throbbing meat. 

Kris watched in awe as the young man did exactly as his friend ordered and shot his seed all over the moaning woman. He groaned himself when he realized his own woman was one stroke away from coming herself.

"Shh, honey." Kris soothed. "Just a second." he promised as he pulled her legs apart and lifted her high enough to place his cock under her dripping mound. Then he slammed her down on him with one smooth thrust.

"Yes, fuck me Kris. Just like he's gonna fuck her!" Gloria wailed as her climax slammed into her without mercy. 

Jeremiah smiled as he heard Gloria's wails. He was glad that the older couple was enjoying the show but his own neglected cock was now crying for attention. Slowly coming to his knees he gently rubbed he head of his dick against Lauren's mouth. He wondered if she would take him in or if she would shy away like most women did when presented with his cock. He wasn't much longer than Garth but he was much wider than his friend. So blow-jobs were rather few and far between. His little episode with Roxy had been the first time in quite some time that any woman had offered to go down on him. Even then it hadn't been her technique that had brought him to peak, it had been Kris's words and his own imagination that had done the job. 

Lauren opened her eyes when she felt the warm spongy head of Jeremiah's cock touch her mouth. Smiling wickedly she opened her mouth and swiped her tongue across it. Rolling out from under Garth's exhausted form she shoved Jeremiah back unto the pillows. Grabbing one, she handed it to him. 

"You might want to hold on to this, Mr. Control Freak." Lauren warned.

"And why's that?" Jeremiah asked, not the least bit concerned. 

"Because you're gonna need it." When he raised a blond eyebrow at her, she just smiled. "To muffle your screams when you come." she stated wickedly. 

"Oh, you'll be screaming before I come, Lauren."

"Really?" She said with a smile.

"Yes because I'll be buried deep inside you before I let loose."

"We'll see." Turning to her step brother, she whispered in his ear. Jeremiah relaxed against the pillows, not concerned at all about their whisperings. Then Lauren turned back to him and knelt between his legs. Nodding to Garth she lowered her head and sucked him deep inside of her mouth. Jeremiah groaned as he felt the first wet pull of her mouth along with her inquisitive tongue. Then he watched as his friend came over and sat down beside him and started stroking his own cock.

"Was it good." Jeremiah gasped as Lauren's tongue ran up and down the sensitive underside of his cock.

"She's so damn tight you won't believe it." Garth said with a laugh. 

"I'm glad you appreciate that." Lauren said as she released Jeremiah's meat with a loud pop. "So what do you want to wager that he comes before me, Garth?" She asked before she bent back to the task of sucking on Jeremiah's glans.

"Hmm, dishes for the next two weeks." 

"Sounds like a deal." she said the next time that she came up for air.

"What about me?" Jeremiah groaned. "Don't I get to wager too?" He growled. He would admit that Lauren's technique was good but he knew that he would free himself from her mouth long before he got to the point of no return.

"Sure, buddy. What do you want?" Garth asked as he winked at Lauren.

"I want to hog tie Lauren up and screw her til she can't walk." He growled as he moved his hands to her bobbing head.

"Hey I thought that was the plan for tonight?" Garth asked with a chuckle. 

"It is but that's not what my wager is about. I want to do that after our first date."

"Really," Lauren murmured. "It would almost be worth losing the bet to have that happen. But not tonight, lover boy. Maybe later you can talk me out of my panties." She said before she pressed his cock against his stomach and gently started sucking on his come filled balls.

"And what does Lauren get if she wins?" Garth asked excitedly.

"To see him loose his control." Lauren said huskily.

Gloria gasped as she continued to ride her husband. Looking over her shoulder at him, she saw his glazed expression. The one that said he was one stroke away from coming. 

"Who do you think will win, Kris." She panted as she continued to bounce happily on his lap.

"Who cares," He growled as he stood up pressed his wife face first against the wall. "I know who's gonna come first over here." 

"Who?" Gloria moaned as her husband started hammering her ass as hard as he could.

"YOU!!!" He roared as he hit her g-spot and she climaxed good and hard.

Jeremiah groaned as Lauren swallowed his cock to the root. Sighing softly he decided that it was time to stop her and give her a solid fucking. When he reached down to grab her, he was surprised when Garth pushed him back against the pillows. 

"What the hell." He asked, surprised. He tensed when he felt Lauren's slender fingers rub across sensitive skin between his ass and balls. He immediately tensed. Holy hell, where has she learned about that!

"Not this time, Jer. Let her have her way. I want to find out if your control is what you say it is."

"It is!" He growled. Lauren moaned happily as she felt him tense his ass to stop her from exploring. Deciding it was time to turn up the heat she crawled out from between his knees and sat with on his stomach.

"What's wrong, Jer?" She whispered as she rubbed herself against his hard stomach. Leaning forward she nibbled on his lower lip.

"Not a damn thing!" He growled. "You know I'm gonna fuck the living daylights out of you after you come, right?"

"Like I said we'll see who comes first," She sighed as she backed up and slowly slid down against his aching prick.

Gloria screamed again as her husband buried his cock deep inside of her cunt. 

"Oh yes, you little cunt, take that prick." he growled. 

"Turn me around, damn it." She panted. "I wanna watch. You promised me I could watch." 

"That I did." Kris said as he carried her over to the bed still impaled on him. Leaning her up against the footboard, he started thrusting again. "Watch all you want." He hissed.

Lauren smiled wickedly when she heard Kris's voice. Looking over her shoulder she saw that he was fucking his wife doggie style while watching her drive Jeremiah insane. 

"Oh, look Jer, looks like we've got company." Lauren cooed. 

"What?" he said as he tried to sit up. She shoved him back down against the pillows. 

"Looks like Kris and Gloria want to watch me fuck you. Mustn't disappoint." She told him as she leaned back and thrust herself down on his cock.

"OH MY GOD." She gasped as pleasure raced through her body.

Jeremiah groaned and grabbed her hips in his hands. 

"Son of bitch, Lauren." He growled as she bounced rapidly on him. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls and cursed under his breath. NO way was this little vixen gonna win. If he was gonna come, he was gonna push her over the edge first. "Damn, you're gripping me so tight. I bet that little pussy ready to come all over me." He growled.

"Not yet." She panted. Motioning to Garth, he crawled over to her. "Remember what I promised you." She gasped.

"Yes." He groaned. "Now?" he asked with hopeful eyes.

"Yes." she whispered. "Just take it easy." Jeremiah moaned as Lauren slowed her thrusts down. 

"If you are trying to get me off, baby, that isn't the way to do it." Jeremiah told her as the urge to come subsided. 

"Just wait and see." She said naughtily. "Or should I say wait and feel." She moaned deeply and stopped moving all together. She could feel Garth in position. She knew from the brief talk that she and Garth had, that Jeremiah had never experienced this before. She was hoping that this would be enough to push him over the edge.

Kris almost howled when he saw what the little vixen had in store for Jeremiah. As Garth slowly pressed his cock against her ass, he knew that she was going to make that boy lose it in a big way. Leaning over Gloria, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

"Watch, honey, watch what that naughty little girl is gonna do." 

"Oh I am." Gloria panted as he continued to pound in and out of her.

Jeremiah knew that moment that he felt the pressure against his cock what Garth had done! 

"You cheats!" He cursed. "Damn it Garth did you have to tell her about that?" 

"Suck it up, buddy." Garth panted as he buried himself even deeper in Lauren's ass. Then he started to slam in and out of his squealing step-sister. The feel of his best friend rubbing against him, was all it took. Jeremiah looked up at the panting woman who was withering between their bodies and pulled her head down to his. 

"You win." He groaned as his cock erupted violently. Grabbing her hips he pounded through the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. And pushed both Lauren and Garth over the edge after him.

Kris groaned as he realized that Lauren had indeed won. Reaching down he rubbed his little wife's clit and pleaded with her to come. 

"Come on baby, come with me!" He roared.

"Yes!" Gloria screamed as she exploded with her husband.

The aftermath was unbelievable. Lauren laid sprawled between her step-brother and best friend. Kris and Gloria were still draped over the foot of the bed. And harsh breathing filled the air. Finally, Lauren lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at Kris and Gloria. 

"Thank you." She said softly. "It was everything I hoped for."

"No thanks are needed." Kris said. "And the night isn't over. Unfortunately Gloria and I have to go but enjoy your men for the rest of the night." Kris said as he and Gloria slowly righted themselves.

Jeremiah laid under Lauren and marveled at the woman on top of him. They were finally alone. Garth had bowed out and went to bed. Before he had left he had given Jeremiah the thumbs up sign. Toying with her damp hair, Jeremiah smiled up at her.

"Looks like you won." He said softly. 

"I guess so." She whispered back. Rolling onto her side she stretched. 

"You realize that I'm never gonna let you go, right?" He said as he rolled over and pinned her under him. Lauren looked up at him startled.

"I got my Christmas wish. That's enough. Don't feel like you have to..." She started.

"But I want my Christmas Wish." he said.

"Your Christmas Wish?"

"Yes. I love you, Lauren and I'm not letting you out of this bed til you tell me you love me back." Jeremiah said as he lowered his head to suck on one of her hard nipples. 

"Well, I guess you'll just have to persuade me." She murmured as she pulled his head closer to her breast.

"Gladly." He whispered against her breast.



A Christmas Wish



I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with images of my best friend, my confidante, a man I wished was lying next to me and holding me. We'd known each other for years but only recently had we declared any types of feelings for each other. And now, things were somewhat...skewed...between us. And I couldn't figure it out. Yesterday things were wonderful, and today, well...

We spent a lot of time together. We'd go out to lunch, dinner, movies, shopping, even just walking around aimlessly downtown. Many people thought that we were already a couple and several had asked us when we were getting married, but we always just laughed and said that no, we were just friends, there was no wedding planned. But secretly I had always wished that he would just once take me in his arms and tell me he loved me. 

Now it was getting close to Christmas and we had been downtown last night for the annual tree lighting ceremony. The city did something different this year from previous years; they blocked off all the streets within a quarter mile of the plaza and turned off all the street lights. They also asked all the businesses in the area to make sure their exterior lights were out as well, so that the only light emitted would be from the sky and then the tree. It was a crystal clear, very cold evening and Spencer and I were cuddling as close as we could out of an attempt to stay even remotely warm. We weren't even really looking at the tree until they lit it up. The many colors of lights on the thirty-foot tall tree lit up the concrete plaza in a warm, pinkish-orange glow. I looked up at him and heard his breath catch as he looked back at me. 

"Your eyes are sparkling," he breathed.

I chuckled slightly and said, "My eyes are always sparkling according to you."

"Not like this," was his husky reply. 

The expression in his eyes was one of admiration, like it usually was, but it was tinted with something akin to hesitant desire. Slowly he removed his arm from my waist and drew off his black leather glove. I started to ask him what he was doing but he put a finger to my lips.

"Shhh..." he whispered. 

Very slowly, he bent down to kiss me. My lips were burning in need, anticipating his kiss, and then I felt his lips touch mine. My body began tingling and my heart was pounding so hard I thought that people all the way across the plaza could hear it. Then he pulled away and looked at me, then looked down. 

"I'm sorry," he said.

Stunned, I asked, "What are you sorry for?"

"I didn't mean to do that. It's just that you looked so completely beautiful in the light and..." he trailed off.

I turned away. Why did guys always have to apologize for a damn kiss? Then I got an idea. I turned back to him and kissed him hard, pulling him as close to me as I could. I parted his lips with my tongue and slid both hands up his back, marveling at the way it felt to finally give in to my feelings. 

He pulled away again and said, "Val, what...are you doing?" He looked shocked.

I said, in a low throaty voice, "Kissing you." 

"I know, but...oh hell. I'm ruining this." Now Spencer sounded frustrated.

"Then be quiet," I whispered, and kissed him again. 

This time, he responded with the same passion that I felt, and his arms went around me as we kissed. We broke apart and he started kissing my chin and my jawbone, then my cheek, and in my hair. My body began tingling and my panties were getting increasingly damp, and I wanted to take him right then and there but knew that we couldn't.

"Stop, not here," I whispered. I pulled away and added, "My place."

He nodded, and we headed back to my uptown condo. When we got there, I barely even got my ground-floor door open before he was kissing me again. I threw the door shut and yanked my scarf off, drawing a mild fabric burn across my neck. I ignored it and tore into the buttons on his coat, as he frantically unzipped mine and yanked it off of me. I pulled his powder blue UCLA sweatshirt over his head, taking his t-shirt with it, and he slid his hands underneath my dark red cable-knit sweater and to my silk bra. He reached behind me and unhooked it, then he pulled both my sweater and my bra over my head and tossed them aside as well. 

We moved into the living room, where the only light cast was by my own Christmas tree. The off-white carpet and furniture were all bathed in a similar orange-pink glow to the plaza downtown, and the white branches of my tree glowed with each color of light. 

I moved to turn on one of the table lamps but Spencer caught my arm and said, "No. I like it this way." 

I pushed him to a sitting position on the sofa and straddled him, clad in only my jeans and boots. He caressed each of my round B-cup breasts in his hands, tickling my pink, hardened nipples until I almost couldn't stand it. I felt the familiar tingle of arousal running its way through my skin and down my body, and my pussy began to get wet. Very wet. 

I reveled in the feelings that Spencer was producing in me, and I began to move my body slowly, sensuously, over his as my feelings took complete hold of me. I ground my hips downward into his growing erection, feeling it between my pussy lips, creating an exquisite pressure on my clit. I was so wet that my panties were soaked, but I didn't care. 

He gently pushed me off of him into a standing position and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them slowly down over my hips, taking my panties with them. I stepped out of them and let his gaze wander all over my body, which was something I was usually a little self-conscious about but I was so turned on I didn't care right now. I watched as he knelt down, and he put a hand on each of my thighs and a thumb on each lip of my pussy, spreading me apart. I was burning for his touch, tingling with such a passion that I felt as though I were on fire. 

He tickled my small patch of black pubic hair, which drew goosebumps across my flesh. I put my hands on his head and guided his mouth to my tingling clit, and when I felt his tongue begin lightly caressing me I nearly exploded with orgasm. I threw my head back and cried out in ecstasy as his tongue expertly worked my clit, and I had to work hard to keep from cumming right away. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I possibly could. I felt his tongue move up and down each side of my pussy, from my deep, pulsing abyss to the very top of my clit, and I could hold back no longer. I cried out again as I came, as the exquisite spasm overtook my whole body, and I shuddered with each stroke of his tongue over my now over-sensitive clit. I became so sensitive that I finally had to push his head away, and I drew him up and kissed him, smelling and tasting my juices on him.

My hands went to his cock, which was now bulging through his khakis. I could feel it throbbing, and he groaned in pleasure as I stroked it through the material of his pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped them and pulled them off in the same manner he pulled mine off, taking his boxers off too. I gently wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock and began stroking, while still kissing him and searching his tongue out with mine. 

I moved away from his lips and began kissing his neck, and his chest, my hand never leaving his cock. His slender, toned body was rigid with pleasure and his breath came in little gasps as I worked his cock through my fingers. I took my time kissing my way down his chest, stopping to suck on each of his nipples, and felt his cock twitch in my hand as I flicked my tongue over each one. I placed a line of small kisses down his stomach to his hips, and then to his curly patch of hair. I ran the underside of my tongue down the top of the shaft of his erection, and lightly around the sensitive ridge of the head. His breathing quickened and I felt a hand on either side of my head, his fingertips digging in slightly.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and then along the underside of his shaft. My right hand went to his balls and I gently began to squeeze them as I finally took him fully in my mouth. I stroked him with my tongue and my lips as I rubbed his balls and I could feel them tighten as he hurtled toward orgasm himself. With my left hand on his back I felt his muscles get tighter and tighter, and I massaged his balls faster, while at the same time drawing him deep into my throat and swallowing multiple times around him. His fingers dug hard into my head as he came, hard, into the back of my throat. I kept swallowing, kept massaging, until he was milked completely dry and his cock began to soften a little. I looked up at him and smiled, and he returned it, with a glow on his face. 

Spent, we collapsed back down onto the sofa, holding each other, neither of us feeling the cool air of my apartment. We basked in our glow, in each other, by the light of my Christmas tree, until he spoke.

"What are we doing here, Val?" he asked tentatively.

An ice cube settled in my stomach. "What do you mean?" I asked, not quite able to keep the worry out of my voice.

"I mean, I thought I knew how I feel about you, and I'm not sure what happened tonight, but-"

"Wait, I don't know how you feel about me," I interrupted.

He hesitated. Then, with a deep breath, he said, "I thought I loved you for a long time." His voice was barely audible.

"I love you too," I said.

"No, you don't understand. I said I thought I loved you. I don't actually know that I do," he replied. 

I couldn't reply. In a single moment he'd both given and taken away what I wanted most, which was his heart. We lay on the sofa in silence for awhile. My nakedness began to make me feel self-conscious so I got up and went to the bedroom to put on a clean pair of panties and a robe. I fully closed the robe and belted it tightly around my waist, then looked pityingly at myself in the mirror. Why does this always happen to me? I wondered. Spencer wasn't the first guy to do this to me, but he was the closest to do it. 

Suddenly I was angry. Angry at myself for whatever was wrong with me, angry at Spencer for ruining what could have been a beautiful evening. Angry with the whole damn world. I peeked out of my bedroom and noticed that he, too, had gotten dressed. For some reason, that made me even angrier.

I strode out of the bedroom and in a cool voice said, "I think it's time for you to go."

He looked at me askance and said in a surprised tone of voice, "Why would you-"

Hot tears stung my eyes as I said, "Please. Leave." My voice trembled slightly with those words.

"Val..." he said. "GO!!" I shouted as my tears spilled over. Then I ran back into my bedroom and slammed the door.

I heard the front door shut with a strange finality, and I lay down on my bed and hugged a pillow as I cried myself to sleep.

I didn't sleep well that night, and I wasn't sleeping at all tonight. I had tried to call Spencer twice today and emailed him, and received no response. With any other man, I would have assumed that he was having a busy or even a rough day and would be perfectly willing to let it go for a few days before I tried to contact him again. However, it was very much unlike Spencer to not at least acknowledge receipt of an email or a voice message from me no matter how busy he was, and he'd done neither. He was avoiding me.

I turned over again and realized that the sheets had come untucked from the foot of the bed, making it that much more difficult to get comfortable as I now had to readjust all the covers every time I changed position. I sighed in frustration and glanced over at the clock. Three-thirteen in the morning. I had to be up at six for work. At this rate I was either going to have to call in or I was going to be a zombie hyped up on espresso all day. 

I sighed again and got up. If I wasn't going to sleep, I might as well do something halfway productive. I went out to the living room and, by the light of the Christmas tree, sat down at the table that doubled as my dining room table and my desk, and got on my computer. I started browsing online catalogs for gifts to buy for my friends and family; it was already into early December and I was behind on my shopping. Which meant that I hadn't started. I had three brothers and a sister to buy gifts for, in addition to my parents and several friends.

The thought of my friends brought Spencer back into my mind, and I looked around at the room that was bathed in Christmas lights. Without meaning to, I began replaying the events of the previous evening in my mind, my chest tightening with emotion at the memory. I was in love with Spencer, no doubt, and he acted very much like he was in love with me. But why won't he go with that? I wondered. Then I had a thought. Maybe it had to do with Christmas. Christmas is an unusually romantic time of year, second only to Valentine's Day. And we both thought Valentine's Day was sorely overrated, which left Christmas as a good time of year to bring out feelings that we didn't want to acknowledge.

Now you're just overanalyzing everything. Listen to what he said, he's not sure how he feels, and leave it. But how could I leave it when I was so confused?

I sat there staring at my tree without noticing it until well after four. When I finally noticed the clock I said to myself, "Fuck it. I'll call in." There was no way I was going to make it in to work like this. And I was going to spend the day trying to get Spencer to talk to me. But don't bother him too much. Just be honest about your feelings and hope that he responds. Yeah right. Hope that he responds. I was at war with myself; one side wanted to bother him until he got annoyed enough to say something and part of me knew that he simply needed his space. What to do, what to do, I mused.

I finally dozed off with my head on my keyboard a little after sunrise. I woke after two hours with a horrible cramp in my left shoulder and an ear that was sore from resting on a hard surface. I stood up slowly, trying to shake some of the kinks out of my muscles, and peeked through the slats in my dark wood blinds. It had snowed sometime during the night, but the sun was melting it already. I shook my head and noticed that I had a bad taste in my mouth but I didn't care overmuch. I went to my bedroom and curled up under the covers, and was soon asleep again.

My dreams were unusually vivid and filled with erotic visions of Spencer. I dreamed that we sitting were on my sofa, completely naked, and I was straddling him, grinding on his cock. I felt him moving in time with my hip movements and his pelvic bone rubbed my swollen clit in the most incredible way. I had never been so aroused in my entire life. 

Suddenly we were in my bedroom, on my bed and he was on top of me. He thrust his rock-hard cock in and out of me hard, teasing me slightly by pulling almost all the way out, and then pushing back inside as hard as he could. I lifted up my hips up and felt his balls lightly slapping my ass. It drove me into ecstasy, and my pussy was throbbing hard with my arousal. Spencer's movements were getting more frantic, I knew he was on the verge of orgasm as well.

I pushed him off of me and sat up, and he lay down between my legs. I settled myself on his cock and began grinding furiously, reaching down with my hand and rubbing my hard knob of flesh at the same time with my middle finger. He gripped my hips hard and thrust inside me, reaching as deeply as he could, and I could feel his cock pulsing with his orgasm. A second later I came too, so hard it almost hurt, and I rubbed myself vigorously until it was completely over. 

But it wasn't over. We found ourselves in the shower, and he turned his back to me so I could wash him. I scrubbed his back with the washcloth in my left hand, and reached around to his semi-hard cock with my right. Slowly, I began stroking him, tightening and loosening my grip and running a finger over the head. I felt him get stiffer in my hand until he was moaning into the running water. I slid the washcloth around to his chest and pressed my breasts and stomach against his back, relishing the feel of his body against the length of mine. I was very highly aroused again and I tilted my hips up so that my clit was rubbing his butt, and very soon my pussy was throbbing with need.

Suddenly he whipped around and turned me around too. He bent me over so that my hands were on either side of the edge of the tub and my legs were spread apart as far as they could go in the narrow space. He grabbed my hips just as I felt him slide himself inside me and start pumping furiously, as though he couldn't stand it anymore and needed me as much as I needed him. He was reaching another orgasm and so was I... ...and then I woke up. My panties were soaked and my clit was throbbing with the edge of orgasm. I rolled over onto my back and whipped off my panties, and I slid my middle finger inside of myself and rubbed my very swollen clit with my palm. I fingered my g-spot furiously, unable to stand how turned on I was, still caught up in my dreams. I could feel how wet I was and I forced my mind back to that shower, back to Spencer and the way he'd been pumping me so hard. Suddenly my body went rigid with orgasm and I cried out, rubbing and fingering it all the way through till it was finished and my body was spent. 

Slowly I came out of my near trancelike state and looked at the clock. It was close to one. In one way I felt it was already too late to have much of a productive day and on the other hand it was still too early for me. I didn't want to do anything about Spencer at all until I knew he was off work, and that wouldn't be until at least five-thirty. A cloud of depression settled over me; my dreams and imagination had left me with an intense longing for him that I'd never felt before, and I couldn't fulfill that longing. Suddenly getting out of bed and doing Christmas shopping, even online, didn't seem so appealing, so I closed my eyes instead.

I didn't drift off to sleep, but instead imagined the first star that I see at night, at slightly different places in the sky during the year, but the same star. The North Star. Even though it was broad daylight, I saw the night sky and the star as clearly as though I were looking that them, and I whispered the following wish:

"I wish that Spencer could love me as much as I love him. This is my only wish for Christmas this year, the only thing I want." 

I opened my eyes and wondered briefly if it would work. Then I grabbed the book I was reading off the night table and read for a little while, but I couldn't concentrate even on that. Irritated, I tossed the book aside, dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I cleaned up as quickly as I could and resolutely left my apartment, determined to do something that would pass the time.

I headed downtown on the train and soon found myself in the shopping district. I wandered in and out of stores, shopping for my family and deciding to leave my friends for later. As I browsed, I thought about what each member of my family liked. My father was an avid outdoorsman and anything outdoorsy would do, so long as he didn't already have one. Ha, that's the hard part, I thought, chuckling quietly. My mother loved to read, and she had actually asked for several books that nobody else had gotten her yet so she was easy to shop for. 

My brothers and sister each had very different tastes, and just being the youngest of the five of us sometimes made it difficult to shop for them. All three of my brothers were into sports but different ones. Casey loved football, Tom was a golf nut, and Mike enjoyed skiing and baseball just about equally. Which made no sense to me whatsoever. My sister's tastes for everything were eclectic at best and I always ended up shopping for her last.

I found myself in a sports store and decided on some old football memorabilia for Casey and a couple of new golf clubs that Tom kept saying he needed to replace. I wanted to buy Mike a new set of skis, but I knew I'd also have to buy him bindings and boots for them and I didn't know his size. Not to mention that I didn't know anything whatsoever about skiing. So I settled for a new set of poles and a baseball jersey. Then I realized that the store carried a lot of camping gear as well so I bought my father a new camp stove, something he'd been saying he needed for awhile.




A Christmas Wish



I made my way out of the store with all my packages and started walking down the street trying to figure out what I should buy for my sister. I was so lost in thought that I wasn't watching where I was going and smacked right into another holiday shopper.

"Oh! Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said breathlessly. My cheeks were flaming with embarrassment.

"Hi Val," said my victim. 

It was Spencer. I felt the color drain from my face for a moment, as though I hadn't seen him in years instead of a couple of days, and then the blood rushed right back into my face and I flushed with hot anger.

"Where the hell have you been that you haven't called or emailed me back?" I said angrily. 

He put his hands up and said, "Whoa whoa, take it easy. I haven't been anywhere."

That made it worse. "If you haven't been anywhere then you've had time to respond. Why haven't you?" I could feel my blood beginning to boil.

He looked at me for a moment, and then said, "I'm sorry. I needed time to think."

I backed off. "And...?" I said, not daring to hope that he'd realized he felt the same about me as I did about him. 

"I just don't know," he answered. 

My heart fell into my shoes. "Why not?" I asked, trying once again to keep my voice from trembling.

"Because we have a really good thing going in our friendship. How can we be certain that taking it further won't ruin it? How do we know it's not already ruined?"

I shrugged and said, "Because if you would just get a handle on your feelings this friendship could become something incredibly beautiful. Instead, you want to hem and haw instead of just going with what you feel." 

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wished I could take them back because I knew as well as anyone that feelings weren't that simple. People don't always know what they're feeling, and because of that they can't always just go with the flow. I knew that, and yet I was expecting from Spencer something I couldn't realistically even expect from myself.

His eyes darkened and he said, "Because you know it's not that simple. I'm confused, Val. I need time. I don't even know if I'm ready for the type of commitment that falling in love dictates. I don't know that I want to be in love, with you or anybody."

I didn't say anything for a moment. I took a deep breath, tried to compose myself, and then said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I know," he said quietly. "But can't we just go back to being friends, pretend like nothing happened?"

I replied with, "Is there no chance that we can be together?"

He got frustrated again and said, "I don't know! That's what I've been trying to say. I...don't...know. Okay?" And with that, he turned around and walked away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk trying to stem the tide of tears that threatened once again.

Slowly, I turned and walked away, feeling more rejected than I ever had in my life. Shopping no longer held any attraction for me, all I wanted to do was go home and go back to bed. As I walked slowly towards the train station, snowflakes began to fall, turning the atmosphere to a gray haze that fit my mood perfectly.

During the next two weeks I forced myself through work and my daily routine. I knew that I couldn't succumb to the utter depression that I was experiencing over Spencer's rejection. But often I wondered if maybe I wasn't taking this harder than I really needed to. After all, there was no reason we couldn't be friends even after what had happened to us. But still...

I couldn't reconcile what I felt for him with the utter despair I was feeling now. Love wasn't supposed to hurt, and I didn't know why I was this hurt. Was I mourning the loss of our friendship? Was it possible he was right, that we could no longer be friends after what happened? Was our friendship ruined by it?

These were the questions that I was pondering one night while an old Christmas movie played on the television. It was the third such Christmas movie I'd sat through without seeing this week. Now it was Christmas Eve and the looming holiday just didn't have any joy for me, not since Spencer had disappeared from my life. It was an old story; I didn't know just what I had until it was gone, and so I didn't realize just how much a part of my life Spencer was until he was gone. But was he gone? I couldn't tell. He needed time, sure, but...two weeks?

My mind was going in circles over these things when I heard a knock at my door. I ignored it, thinking it was my nosy neighbor wanting to know what my latest crisis was so she could gossip about it to all her friends. I heard the knock again and knew she wasn't going to go away anytime soon, so I dragged my blue satin pajama-clad butt up off the sofa and went over the door, vaguely noting that it was again snowing outside.

I opened the door and started to say, "Sheree, now is not the time," but I stopped cold as I saw that it wasn't Sheree at all, but Spencer. He was wearing his brown leather coat and a black scarf, and his hair and shoulders were sprinkled with snowflakes. I couldn't do much more than stare.

Finally, he said, "Hi."

I nodded and said, "Hi."

He looked around nervously for a moment and then said, "May I come in?"

I swung the door all the way open by way of an invitation and turned to go back to the sofa. It clicked closed behind me as I sat down, and Spencer walked over and sat down next to me. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, just to stop the awkwardness between us when he picked up the remote and turned off the television, then the light on the table beside him. One more time, we found ourselves bathed only in the lights from my Christmas tree.

He put a hand in his pocket and withdrew a tiny box wrapped in gold Christmas paper, and handed it to me. "Merry Christmas," he said softly.

I stared at it, not sure what I should do. I hadn't been able to get anything for him at all; every time I thought about shopping for him I started to cry. Which was what my emotions were threatening now, but these were tears of a different sort.

Slowly, I took the gold-clad box from him and tore off the paper. Inside was a blue velvet jewelry box, and when I lifted the lid I saw a single, glittering princess-cut diamond set in either a platinum or white gold band. I couldn't speak at all. I tilted the box from side to side, watching the diamond burn with its tiny internal flames that were made that much more brilliant by the colors already in the Christmas lights. 

When I found my voice again, I whispered, "Wow. Just...wow. What...what is this?"

He said, "I saw it when I was looking for a pair of earrings for my mother, and my first thought was of you."

"And so you bought it for me?" I was breathless and my throat ached with unshed tears.

He nodded. "When my first thought at seeing a pretty ring was of you, I just knew." He paused for a moment, then went on. "I haven't seen or heard from you in two weeks, and at that moment I realized just how much I missed you, how much I...loved...you."

I looked up at him quickly. "I...say that again." I pleaded with him silently to confirm what he'd just said.

"I love you. I love you more than anything. It took me a long time to realize that, but...I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered as the tears overflowed. "And the ring?" My voice was high-pitched and shaky.

"It's only part of your present." He took the box from my hand and pulled the ring out. Taking my left hand in his, he slipped the ring on my finger and said, "Will you marry me?"

My body trembled as I whispered the answer he wanted to hear. "Yes."

Then the tears spilled over and Spencer took me in his arms. He brushed the tears from my face and said, "I'm so sorry about all of this. So sorry, Val. Forgive me?"

I laughed through my tears and nodded. "Yes! Yes yes yes." I laughed some more. 

He smiled and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him back, tentatively at first, then more fervently as my passion for him once again took over. I placed a hand at the back of his neck, where I stroked his hair, and my other arm went around his chest. I pulled him into me as tightly as I could, and I was crushed against him as he wrapped his arms around me and returned the embrace. His lips left mine and he began tracing frantic little circles of kisses over my cheeks, my neck, my hair, and as he did so I tilted my head back and moaned with the pleasure and the emotion that I was feeling.

He pulled me on top of him and ran his hands underneath my pajama top. He cupped each of my breasts in his hands and massaged gently, causing my nipples to get hard and start burning with a desire that I hadn't felt in a long time. I needed his lips on my nipples, on my breasts, on my skin. I pushed his head downward toward my chest and he buried his face in the warm valley between my breasts, while teasing my nipples with his fingers. I gasped at the incredible, nearly ticklish sensation I felt. I could feel the pressure of arousal in my clit and my juices were flowing to their max...now I needed to make love to him. Right now.

I knelt up and started to pull my pajama pants down, but he caught my hands and pushed them away. He stood up and picked me up in his arms, and together we went towards the bedroom. He lay me down gently on the bed, on my side, and he spooned up behind me, one arm sliding underneath the pillow under my head, the other around me and cupping my breast. He massaged lightly and delicately at first, then moved his hand to the buttons on my pajama top and began undoing those. I wriggled out of my top and turned to face him but he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back to where I was. 

"Stay this way," he whispered softly. His lips caressed my shoulders, my neck, and my back as his left arm caressed my breasts and my stomach. I had goosebumps from his touch, and when he took one of my nipples between two fingers I moaned slightly, my nipple tingling with pleasure.

He began working my pants and panties off of me, and I lifted my hips to help him along. Once they were off he took his own clothes off, not wanting me to move, and then pressed his naked body up against my back as hard as he could. I felt the heat from his erection and the drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip, and he rubbed his hardness against my back and moaned with utter pleasure. 

I reached down and began rubbing my clit as he slid his hard, throbbing cock between my legs and into my waiting abyss. I arched my back as I felt his incredible cock fill me up and I rubbed my throbbing, aching clit harder as the pleasures mounted within me. Soon Spencer pulled my hand away and began teasing me by rubbing my clit very lightly, driving me nearly insane with the intensity of it. I thrust back into him as he thrust his cock deep into me, over and over again.

I felt myself reaching the brink of orgasm and he must have known it, because he continued to tease me in a way that kept me right on the edge, but never quite going over. My moans were getting louder and turning to cries of passion and I reached down and pressed his finger hard on my swollen knob, which sent me over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. 

At that moment he pulled his hand away and grabbed my hip hard, and I felt him filling me up with his cum, and shuddering against me with each shot. My own orgasm had not subsided and I also shuddered against him, my own finger on my clit, pressing and releasing in time with my throbbing. And when our orgasms finally did subside, he slipped out of me and once again wrapped his arms around me, and we stayed like that, not speaking, knowing that no words were needed. 

After awhile, he did speak, and he said, "What should we do now?"

I rolled over and propped myself up on one elbow and said, "Make love all over again?"

He smiled, and pulled me to him.



A Christmas Wish



The leather of the couch was cool against my skin—not cold, as it would normally feel in late December. Of course, the fact that a gorgeous girl had her lips wrapped around my cock, applying suction I had never felt from the twelve other mouths that had given me blowjobs over my years, had a little something to do with my body temperature. 

Amanda had come over to visit upon my invitation. The words had come out of my mouth as an innocent request, just a pleasant holiday visit filled with good tidings. But there were ulterior motives in my mind. And Amanda knew it. Our actions at work over the last year indicated what might—and probably would—happen if the two of us were ever alone in the same room together. 

Over Christmas, the factory was closed for five days. I knew from conversation that Amanda had no plans for the first three days of our vacation, so I picked up the phone and played cool as best I could, all the while my heart pounding and cold perspiration running down my sides. Amanda said she would come over without any hesitation, and I knew I was in. 

Almost as soon as she stepped through my door that night, we were minus our clothing. First, she dispensed with the pleasantries, and then dropped her coat on the kitchen floor. She wore a tight red sweater that looked quite warm. Her breasts pushed the sweater out, straining the buttons. Amanda unbuttoned her sweater, exposing a green bra holding back her heavy affections. She was certainly dressed in the spirit of the season.

My cock ached behind my jeans, instinctively surging towards Amanda. I ran my fingers through her wavy red hair and pulled her sweater off her shoulders. I ran my tongue up her neck, tasting her pale skin. We stayed embraced as we worked our way to the couch, mouths connected, tongues probing. She pushed me down onto the couch and told me to unbutton my jeans. I complied, pushed my boxers and my jeans to my knees. My cock sprang up and swayed almost comically before Amanda took it with a hand.

Amanda knelt and pulled my jeans to the floor. She looked me in the eye as she began to jerk me off. She stared at me until I was ready to beg her to put my cock in her mouth. Then she did put it in her mouth, and I immediately trembled from the sensation. It felt so good that I couldn't move for a few moments. But I wanted to see those huge breasts free from restrictions. I wanted to see, in the flesh, what I had been stealing glances at whenever I had the chance for the last year. 

I leaned forward, Amanda still bobbing over my cock, and concentrated on unfastening her festive bra. I had never had my cock sucked like that, and it made it quite difficult to get the bra off—I had been known to fumble with bras under less distraction. Eventually, I succeeded, and I pulled the bra away. I immediately felt the flesh of her breasts on my legs. I reached under her and took them, squeezed them until I'm sure it must have hurt her. Her nipples were resistant from her arousal.

At one point, when I was close to climax, Amanda stopped and stood. I took in the full beauty of her breasts, large and firm. Her areolas were large and pale. She pushed down her jeans and a pair of matching green panties. Her curves were simply amazing. She let me rub my fingers against her wet, warm pussy, which had obviously been recently shaved. My index finger went in first, and the warmth was enough to heat my whole body, not that I was bothered by any chill or draft in the heat of that moment. My middle finger had not so easy a time entering, and I wondered if I would be able to fit my cock in that space without causing Amanda some great discomfort. The thought turned me on even more.

Amanda returned to her knees and resumed sucking. Within seconds, I exploded in her mouth. I put one hand on the back of her head, a gesture that I wanted her to take all of it—a gesture that was well received by her. It felt like I expelled a gallons worth of semen into her mouth, but not once did she falter, keeping those lips tight around my shaft. After the spurting stopped, she lifted her head and wiped her mouth. 

Only once in my life was I able to pull off a double-come before that night, but after that blowjob, my cock still stood at full attention. It was an unexpected surprise and one that I was very thankful for. Now I could fuck Amanda with no awkward delay.  

Amanda showed her beautiful smile as she watched my glistening cock surge faithfully, a testament to the effect she was having on me. She straddled me, and the previous intense feeling of her lips on my cock was shoved to the back of my mind as the tip of my cock parting her lips took center stage. Just as I had thought, she looked uncomfortable, making sounds accordingly as she struggled down my pulsing shaft, constricting it with her tight pussy. Even as wet as she was, it was still a chore for her.

When our pubic hair was meshed tightly together, she went to work, slowly at first. Then, when she adjusted to my size, she quickened her pace. Her moans were sweet, angelic tones in my ears, the look of her face contorted with pleasure, the most magnificent work of art my eyes had ever seen.

As Amanda worked me towards a second orgasm, I looked past her, into the dark of the office on the other side of the living room. By the illumination of the blinking Christmas tree lights, I could see a face. 

My wife had been keeping her distance, watching from out of sight, but now she was almost in the doorway. I could see her breasts, washed in blue light. She was squeezing them, pulled one up to her mouth and licked her nipple while keeping her eyes fixed on the two of us.

As I came again, almost in unison with Amanda, who was gripping the back of the couch with both hands while I had my own hands on both of her buttocks, I was thankful that my wife had one, solitary Christmas wish this year. And that was to watch me with another woman. Specifically, the woman she found out I had been flirting with at work—via a frisky e-mail she had discovered in my inbox. 

At first she was mad, then aroused. She played angry for awhile, giving me the silent treatment. Then she came into our bedroom one night, naked and with that look in her eye that told me to prepare to have my brains fucked out. Afterwards, she told me of her wish. She wanted me to lie and tell Amanda that my wife would be out of town visiting family for the holiday. She wanted to watch the two of us fuck, right in front of her. Actually, her words were, "under the fucking tree with a big bow wrapped around both your asses". 

I think we gave her close enough. 

In fulfilling my wife's Christmas wish, she gave me a very large present in return. One that wasn't on my list, but in the back of my mind.



A Christmas Wish...



"Shhhh be quiet or he'll see us!" Maggie told her younger sister Sarah who had just turned eighteen-years-old. 

"I can't help it Maggie. I giggle when I am nervous. What if he finds out it was US?" She asked as her sister aimed the digital camera at the Dean of their college.

"He won't, we are going to post this on the school bulletin board after he leaves tomorrow." She told her smiling taking pictures of the dean prancing around in his bedroom wearing a red Santa's dress while a young man was wearing the Mister Claus suit laying on the bed with a huge hard on sticking out of his pants.

Maggie and Sarah quickly ran out of the bushes when the dean looked at the window with a strange puzzled look. The two sisters began to giggle as they ran down the street heading back to the campus. Their long blonde hair flew wildly in the night's air. Snow began to fall down on them from the heavens, as they ran and ran down the street. Their giggles could be heard into the night as they entered Cambridge Hall. 

The next morning the alarm rang wildly waking the two mischievous sister's. Sarah jumped out of her bed onto the cold wooden floor wearing just her white camisole and matching thong. Her hair wrapped up on top of her hair. Her blue eyes gleamed with the thoughts of their dean being totally exposed as the hose sucker he was. Sarah sleepily rolled out of bed with her blonde hair hanging loosely around her, she slipped her feet into her black furry slippers as she made her way to the steaming hot coffee.

Sarah looked out the window smiling as the first snow fell hitting the ground. Both girls could be twins except for the two-year difference in their ages. They looked like modern day Marilyn Monroe's and men of all ages desired the girls.

"Dress warm Sarah it's snowing out and I need to get going." She told her sister as she pulled on her tight black low riser's, red turtle neck shirt, her black snow boots and black swede jacket. Maggie left with her picture of the dean.

Sarah left for school shortly after Maggie bundled up in her multi colored fur jacket, Black velvet blouse, her black jeans, and snow boots. She grabbed her book bag and out the door she went without any worries of the pictures she helped her sister to take. She felt her stomach go into flips when she saw Philip the major crush of her life.

Philip smiled at Sarah with his snow white teeth, his features were chiseled and his blue eyes were bright and sparkled when they gazed upon Sarah. His long lean body was muscular in its own rights. He smiled at Sarah as she began to fumble with the lock on her locker.

"Here let me help you open it Sarah." Philip told her moving her out of the way by grasping her shoulders.

"Thank you." Sarah smiled at him trying not to blush.

Sarah's joy quickly came to an end when Charlene the big busted bimbo shoved Sarah to the side. "Philip I have been looking for you! Now come on sweety we're going to be late for class." She told him pulling him away from the locker and Sarah.

Sarah watched as they walked down the hallway, Philip kept looking back at Sarah as Charlene kept her tight death grip around his arm. Sarah opened her locker where she smiled seeing his picture that she had taped inside of the locker. Dumb bitch. Sarah thought to herself as she headed to the class that Philip and Charlene had headed to. 

Sarah was happy that her desk sat across from Philip's while Charlene's was moved to the back for passing notes to Philip. Philip caught Sarah's attention by dropping his folder on the floor. 

"I want to see you tonight, be in front of Lucky's pizza and I will pick you up." He whispered to her as he picked up the folder.

Sarah smiled and nervously mouthed ok. Sarah could not think of anything else but her date with Philip. The rest of the day she walked around in a daze, she was unaware of the dean's friend from the night before following her around campus. She hurried to meet Maggie at the bulletin board for their dirty deed. She waited and waited but Maggie never showed up at their arranged meeting place. Sarah hurried home and no Maggie. 

Sarah began running through the streets of the small college town and still no Maggie . . . She was gone. "Where are you Maggie?" She asked with a feeling of doom enveloping her soul. She walked to the pizza parlor in hopes that Philip would know what to do.

Sarah climbed into Philips black ford 150 telling him how she cannot find Maggie anywhere. Philip was not too concerned since Maggie was known to be a party girl. 

"I am sure she is all right Sarah, the police won't even take a report for 24 hours because she is an adult." He told her trying to comfort her. 

Sarah stared out the window of the truck wondering what had happened to Maggie? Philip took Sarah back to his room. Sarah stood under the mistletoe as Philip cleared away the clothes from the only chair in his place. He saw her standing there looking so lost. He walked over to her taking her in his arms. His arms felt so safe to Sarah.

"You know I have to kiss you since the mistletoe is right over your pretty head." Philip told her as he placed a soft kiss on her velvet like lips.

Sarah's belly began doing flips and goose bumps covered her flesh. Her tiny pink nipples became erect. She pressed into Philip and his hands roamed down to her plump firm ass. His hands squeezed her ass checks and pulled her closed to his erection. He began to undress them both and then carried her to the bed. Her heart began to race as his body was now over top of hers, his mouth covered hers as his tongue began to explore the inside of her mouth. She began to suck on his tongue as his hands found her small round mounds. Her thighs opened wide allowing his hard erection entrance into her body. Her hips and back arched upwards as her legs wrapped around his waist and he was now buried deep inside of her. Philips hips thrust his erection deeper with each thrust and grind of his hips. Her nipples were erect and swollen in his mouth. Her fingers dug into his back as her climax built to the boiling point and they both erupted spilling their juices together. They laid quietly in each others arm until sleep finally over took the two of them.

The next morning they awoke to a screaming alarm clock. Philip smiled at Sarah pulling her on top of his hard erection.

" Someone needs attention." He told her 

"Mmmmm and does someone need attention from Lil ol' me?" She asked smiling devilishly and feeling him entering her.

Their bodies were so in tuned to each other, their hearts were falling in love and neither were fighting this glorious feeling.

Two hearts were becoming as one as his seeds were being planted deep within her body. Their bodies molded together as the explosion rocked their bodies.

"I am telling Charlene it's over, I can't stand sneaking around with you when it's you I want to spend my life with. So open your early Christmas gift." He told her reaching into his night stand and pulling out a small black box.

Sarah opened the box as tears spilt from her eyes and fell down her cheeks. "Oh Philip, an engagement ring." She said as he placed the ring on her finger. 

"Your mine now, we will live happily ever after." He told her laughing feeling alive for the first time in a long time.

Sarah was on top of the world when Philip dropped her off at her dorm. She was hoping Maggie would be there just waking up. She opened the door slowly only to find Maggie had never came back to their dorm. Sarah dialed the police. Her heart dropped when she heard they had a Jane Doe that matched Maggie's description. Sarah hurried out of the room and to the ICU at Memorial General. The girl laying in a coma in the hospital bed was not her sister Maggie.

"Where are you Maggie? " She asked as she rode the bus back to her dorm. 

Sarah walked into her room to find Maggie sitting on the bed. She was happy and angry all at the same time. "Where have you been?" She asked her older sister.

"I was with the dean and his friend." She said smiling wickedly.

"What do you mean Maggie?" She asked her sister looking at her like she betrayed their country.

"I tried to pin the pictures to the board but his friend caught me. So he took me back to the dean and well let's just say it was a kinky night little sister." She told her smiling until she saw the ring on her finger. "What is that?" She asked Sarah.

"I am engaged to Philip Maggie." She told her knowing she was going to go ballistic on her.

"Are you fucking suicidal? He's going out with Charlene! She will kill you!" Maggie yelled at Sarah.

"She can try, but he's mine now, now and forever Maggie." She told her knowing Charlene will kill her.

Maggie stormed out of the room with Sarah right behind her when she saw Philip standing in her hall way. "Sarah, we need to talk baby." He told her with an expression that told Sarah everything.

"She isn't letting you go she is she. " She told him as Maggie stood by her sister quietly.

"No, she's uh . . . she's pregnant . . . she showed me the papers from the doctors."He told her with tears in his eyes.

Sarah's heart heaved up and down as her face showed the pain her heart was inflicted with. Maggie grabbed her sister as Philip looked down at the floor. Sarah sobbed as Maggie held Sarah knowing this was going to take sometime before her sister's heart was mended. Sarah broke away from Maggie and head down the winding staircase when she tripped falling down the stairs. Maggie screamed out her name.

Sarah's crumpled body laid at the bottom of the stair's. Philip dialed 911 on his cell phone. Maggie tried to bring Sarah to consciousness. "Sarah wakes up please, You have to be all right or I'll be all alone in this world." She cried into her sister's chest as she cradled her for fear of moving her too much she may hurt her more.

Two weeks had gone by and Christmas was only two days away. Maggie sat vigil by her sister's bed. Philip would visit only when Charlene was at the doctors. It was on one of these visits that Charlene showed up at Sarah's bedside. Alone in her room she bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You need to die now, because you will never have Philip now, I made sure of it. She told her as she was thinking to herself, I had better get pregnant before he finds out it was Cherry's pregnancy test I showed him.

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Christmas Eve . . . 

Maggie decorated the small Christmas tree she had bought, tears flowed down her eyes as placed the angel on top of the tree. 

"Please I hope you hear me, I know I have never been very religious and I have committed a lot of sins. Sarah is innocent and she has a bright future ahead of her. Please let her come back to me God, please don't take her away . . . what will I do?" She prayed as she fell to her knees feeling so lost and scared.

Maggie's tears hit the floor as she cried feeling despair. She looked up her sister seeing the engagement ring flickering as if a sign. "What . . . What do you want me to do?" She asked the sparkling ring.

Suddenly she had a vision of Charlene not pregnant. " That lying two-bit whore. " She said as she got to her feet and walked out the door to find Charlene and Philip.

She went to the dorm and banged on Charlene's door, Cherry swung the door opened and gulped seeing an angry Maggie. "Maggie what do you want?" she asked her.

"Where is your lying ass room mate Cherry and tell me how she got the pregnancy test?" She asked as she tried to put all the pieces together.

" Maggie I didn't want to deceive anybody, but she was so anal about the whole thing and your sister. I was scared of her and feared for my baby." She told Maggie as she finished packing her bags, "I am going home and not returning here so here is your gift to give to Philip and Sarah." She told her unaware of Sarah's condition.

"Sarah is in the hospital because of the lie that was told. Merry Christmas Cherry." She told her walking out of the room.

Maggie finally caught up to Charlene and Philip at the local hamburger joint. "Philip give this lying bitch this pregnancy test and it will prove she is as pregnant as I am." She told Philip daring Charlene to make the wrong movement.

"I am not doing it!" Charlene yelled.

"You will or you are lying." He told her.

Charlene ran from the place cursing at the top of her voice. Philip smiled at Maggie. "Thank you." He told her.

"Come on and tell Sarah the wedding is still on!" She told him grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the place.

Philip sat on the side of Sarah's hospital bed. "Sarah you have to wake up so we can get married baby, Charlene was lying." He told her with his eyes misting over.

Sarah's heart monitored showed a response to what he said. Her eyes opened slowly her face held a small smile. " Philip . . . Maggie what happened?" She asked the two most important people in her life.

On that night a Christmas Wish was answered and Caroler's sang throughout the hospital's hall . . . And to all a Good Night.



A Christmas Wish...



After a perfect relaxing Christmas day, with the kids fast asleep - and staying that way - I'm lying in a hot bath while you're dozing in front of the telly - as you do! 

The hot water always makes my pussy throb and tonight is no exception. Eyes half closed I let one hand pinch my nipples hard, making me gasp and bite my lower lip slightly as the other hand dips below the water to trail slow languid circles over my swollen clit. 

Remembering the special wake up call you gave me this morning I start to get an idea…

The red wine going to my head a little and feeling horny as fuck I sneak out of the bathroom as quietly as I can, into the bedroom to get dressed for you. 

I put on a tight black basque with suspenders and fishnets, pulling the top down so my breasts are on show. 

Fastening the buckle of the black leather collar, the silver chains brushing my skin over my chest, I pinch my nipples hard, then tighten the clamps attached to the chains round them till they just start to hurt a little.  

I try to ignore how wet I'm getting and try to stop my fingers wandering as I am saving that for you.  

I slip on some killer high heals and paint my nails dark red, plus some sluttish makeup to make sure I look good for you. 

You're still dozing when I creep into the living room, but that's perfect, I have one more Christmas surprise for you…

Being careful not to disturb you (yet) I kneel between your legs and snuggle up close to you.  Nuzzling your neck I run my lips over your skin softly, letting my warm breath caress you gently and I kiss and nibble your neck and chin. 

You stir just slightly, even open your eyes the tiniest bit, but with a little smile you settle down again utterly content and not really aware yet of what is happening. 

Part of you has noticed though and I feel your cock swelling just beneath where my breasts are resting.  I work my boobs over the growing bulge, teasing and tempting it further. 

I sit back a little and let my hands wander down over your chest and stomach, then up your inner thighs, finally running my hands over your cock through you jeans. 

At the first sign of you waking up I pull your cock out and slowly trace my tongue up from base to tip.  Swirling my tongue gently round the head I take my time, enjoying the taste of you. 

I've always loved teasing you like this, sucking your gorgeous cock. 

Wrapping the fingers of one hand around you , the other hand stroking my soaking pussy I seal my soft lips round you, my tongue still rolling around the head as I start to suck, softly for now…

Licking your cock all over till it's nearly as wet as my tingling pussy, I suck harder, moving my mouth further down your now rock hard cock with every stroke. My hand squeezes slightly as I slide it up and down the length of you, my mouth following the same rhythm. 

I pull my hand away to let me take more of you into my mouth, loving the pressure at the back of my mouth as my lips get nearer the base. 

Running my tongue up and down the underside of your throbbing cock I relax my throat and slide my mouth right down to the base, looking up just in time to stare into your eyes as you wake up properly.

Twisting my head a little from side to side as I slide my mouth off you cock for a moment to whisper ‘Merry Christmas.' 

I smile at you. Before you can even reply I suck you back into my mouth, harder now, wrapping my lips tightly around you and sliding them faster along your cock while my fingers carry on massaging my clit hard. 

With your fingers twisted into my hair you push my head down, working your cock deeper into my mouth, harder. I pull back a little and give you a teasing smile. 

Pulling on my hair you drag me up and kiss me hard, sucking my top lip into your mouth. Moaning against your lips I feel a sudden sharp pain which sends shocks down to my soaked pussy as you find the chains and tug the nipple clamps. 

Straddling your hips I climb onto the sofa on top of you, pulling your t-shirt off over your head. 

With one hand behind your neck and the other stroking the side of your face I kiss you again. Gently nibbling your bottom lip and darting my tongue in and out of your mouth. I run my fingers down your neck and over your shoulders, dragging my nails softly over your skin, then down you chest and lower… wrapping my fingers round you again, stroking your cock teasingly.

Taking my hands, lacing your fingers between mine you push me back onto the sofa on my back and push your body between my legs. You kiss me briefly, your lips trailing lots of small kisses over my chin, my neck, down over my shoulders and gently over my soft smooth boobs. 

Tugging on the chains again, you tease, flicking your tongue over the tips of my nipples. I moan out loud at this, feeling my pussy grow even wetter. 

Sitting yourself up, you look into my eyes as you grab my thighs and spread my legs wide. I'm trembling as you run your hot tongue over the soft skin inside my thighs and suck and nibble my smooth pussy lips. 

Your breath on my wet skin makes me shiver and I'm aching to feel your tongue exploring me. 

I'm writhing against your face as you so slowly roll your tongue over my clit. I can't help the little sighs and moans escaping my lips as you drive me crazy.  

Pushing my legs up towards my chest you run your tongue lower, tasting me as you tease my pussy with your tongue. Then lower, massaging my tight arsehole with your tongue.  

My reaction says it all and you push a finger into my wet pussy, working it in and out making me squirm. 

You flick your tongue over my throbbing clit as you pull your finger out of my pussy and start working it into my tight arse. Sliding your finger in and out of me faster as I relax you suck my clit into your mouth. 

My hands are in you hair, holding you against me, you feel sooooo good and I never want it to stop but I am so close to cumming. 

Flicking your tongue quickly on my clit you feel my arse squeezing your finger as I moan and cum hard on your tongue. You suck and kiss me gently and slowly pull your finger out as I calm down. 

As I catch my breath you hook your finger through the metal ring on the collar and pull me to my feet. 

Kissing me hard as your hands grab and stroke my body you turn me around so I am knelt on the floor, bent over the sofa.  

Coming up behind me you take off the rest of your clothes and kneel between my spread legs, your cock rubbing against my soaking pussy. 

Grabbing my hips in both hands you slide your hard cock quickly inside my tight pussy, stretching me. 

I jump and cry out, but push back against you, needing to feel you deep inside me. You bring one hand up and grab my hair, pulling slightly as you slide your cock almost all the way out before slamming it hard into me again. You fuck me hard and slow, driving me insane like this. 

I start to push back on you faster, and harder, wanting more, wanting to cum again. You let go of my hair and grab my hips, fucking me deep and hard. 

Dipping one finger into my pussy to get it wet you slowly work it into my arse again then start finger fucking my arse as you fuck my tight pussy hard.  

The nipple clamps are rubbing and catching on the sofa, my nipples aching and tingling at the same time. 

I'm so close now, I'm gonna cum hard on your cock. My pussy squeezes your cock sooooo tightly as I cum hard, every nerve ending in my body on fire. 

You pull your finger from my arse and grab my hips roughly, fucking faster and harder, getting carried away; starting to lose it. 

I can already feel that I'm gonna cum again and I slip a hand between my legs to rub my clit fast, needing that release again. 

I'm on the verge of another orgasm and I hear you whispering "fuck, I'm gonna cum" and that pushes me over the edge. Just as my body spasms around your cock again you push into me so hard as you lose it, filling my tight little pussy with your cum. 

After a few moments we're sat next to one another on the floor, just relaxing. 

I reach down to loosen the clamps and take them off. My nipples are swollen and red and burn and tingle like hell after I removed the clamps. I rub them gently then pull you to me, wanting you to kiss and suck them better softly. 

They are so sensitive now that every contact send shocks to my pussy. I guide your hand between my thighs, letting your fingers tease me to another gentle climax before relaxing into your arms. 

I smile as I look up and say to you, "as I said, Merry Christmas Honey, I love you." 



A Christmas Wish



The night started out like so many others. Tyce and I had talked about for weeks, but it still ended up the same way. Our counselor said we needed to schedule more time together alone, without the kids, for 'us time'. Obviously he didn't know what it meant to trade stellar earnings reports with three governments and sixteen bloodthirsty shareholders. The time he spent juggling political hand grenades made our lives financially comfortable, but it felt damned lonely watching Tyce walk out of our life at a moment's notice. And yes, I was a smidgen more than bitter about it. 

But this Christmas was going to be different. We'd made arrangements. The calls were going to be handled; the meetings were scheduled to be attended by Tyce's CFO. The world wasn't going to burn down around our ears for one night without him. For my part I arranged for our precious cherubs to be corrupted by the finest grandmother this side of Alpha-Centauri. They were already amped on gingerbread and hot chocolate, staying up so late it was nearly morning. I was getting regular texts that detailed the arrangements they'd made until finally I got a picture of them asleep on the couch where they'd waited for the sound of reindeer on the roof. They were also on the other side of the planet. Close enough to get to them in a few hours in an emergency, but not so close as to come home when one of them stole the other's last marshmallow.

Our plan was as simple as it was romantic. Candles were lit everywhere, the dinner was catered from the restaurant where Tyce proposed to me. We had our wedding china set for two, the music was via live-stream of the Philharmonic where we first dated and then attended religiously every Christmas until we moved out to Theta. I spent the afternoon getting ready, while he did the same. We avoided each other as if warding off a prenuptial curse. It was sweet, thinking back on it now.

I had my long dark hair styled and flocked with a gold and silver shimmer. The way it was pulled up left my neck open for Tyce to kiss while the few stray wisps of my bangs framed my face like a portrait of seduction. My makeup was a maddening application of almost nothing. I used the thinnest coat of eyeliner, a hint of mascara, a breath of blush. It was the best job I'd done in years. I had bought a strapless black dress that hugged my chest and hips, but then flowed like water down to my toes. It felt like satin on my skin, and the bra and panties were a lace pattern as smooth as the dress itself. I wore blue diamonds in my ears and around my neck; the same ones I wore at our wedding. My fingernails and toes were kept natural, but I had them buffed and they reflected the candle flames like mirrors. The thin strapped heels added a delicious three inches that made me exactly the same height as Tyce.

He chose to wear a very elegant-looking tuxedo. The jacket was an impressive cut that showed off his chest. It tapered down to his waist matched seamlessly to the waist. When I first saw him I thought he looked so relaxed. Even polished to the nines he looked like he was born to dress elegantly every day of his life. His black hair was also perfectly tousled, and every grey hair he had gleamed like tinsel. He wore the watch I'd given him on our first anniversary, too. It wouldn't pay for even a single cufflink that he had on now, but he'd still had it polished up and it was great to see it on his wrist again. I also wondered how long he'd been waiting for me by the bay windows that overlooked the dark skyline. The way the distant planets glowed behind him was breathtaking.

I saw the ghost of my reflection in the glass as I walked up to him and took the flute he offered. The orchestra started to play softly in the background, right on cue. He turned his head toward the speakers and smiled. My god how his eyes lit up with the memory of what we heard. It's funny how a sound can take you back in time faster than any machine. He took my hand and led me closer to the fireplace as we talked for a while. We went back and forth about the songs, about the food waiting for us on the table, but we weren't in any hurry. It was the most relaxing half-hour we'd had alone in a long time.

When I went to refill our glasses I brought the remote control I'd set aside back with me. I'd been working on the design of our Christmas tree for weeks, placing ornaments and lights. I spent countless hours uploading images, spacing the branches and making sure none of them would bleed into the light from the fireplace. I held out the control and his glass, then stepped back from him and let him do the honors. The wide open space in front of the fireplace suddenly erupted with light and the reflected glitter and glow from more than a thousand ornaments. The virtual tree was fifteen feet tall, and the wide base stretched from the hearth to my knees. His mouth actually hung open for a moment before he stood up and stared from tip to base before looking at me. 

"Jorna, you made this?"

"Every single needle and bulb. Let me show you." I took his hand and pulled him into the center of the tree and held him close. "You see the ball near the top? It has our wedding picture engraved in the ice." I said pointing above our heads through the cluster of virtual lights and branches. "And over there is Xavier, and there's Belle over there."

He looked over the tree with the same look I'd seen in the eyes of our son, Xavier, when he looked over a new video game. His eyes moved constantly, trying to take everything in at once. "This is amazing, Jorna. I love the snowflakes, and the icicles are radiant." He turned around to the fireplace and knelt down. "They look beautiful against the fireplace, too."

I felt myself blush and covered it by taking another sip of champagne. We held hands and drifted slowly to the table. We sat with our eyes torn between the planets, the tree, and each other. It felt like the perfect Christmas Eve. We talked for a few hours, about nothing and everything in bursts as we ate. The more we spoke, the more words rushed out of us. We were rediscovering each other again. He was charming, detailed, and so damned sexy when he spoke about his dreams. He made them seem tangible, like I could reach out and take them in my hands if I wanted to. And he listened to me; he soaked up every sound I made and kept thirsting for more.

And then the most incredible thing happened: the power went out. We were plunged into darkness and silence, and then a distant 'wump' from an explosion ricocheted off of the steel canyon walls of the city beneath us. Everything rattled in the darkness. We stood and looked out over the rooftops, waiting. Then both of our phones rang. Tyce had left his in the kitchen and I toward our bedroom. The public safety message was vague, but it tried to assure me that everything was being done to restore vital systems as fast and safely as possible. The way that it didn't expressly say that it wasn't a stellar attack was a bit ominous, but when I carried my phone back to the living room windows I could see the clear starfield above us.

When the announcement started to repeat, I turned it off and sent a quick message cross-world just to check in on the holiday revelers. The minute and a half holding my phone in the dark felt eternal. The reply confirmed that whatever was happening was isolated to our own little corner of existence. I could hear Tyce in the kitchen, and it sounded like a volcano was about to erupt. There was an edge to his voice that he gets when he's becoming focused on something. Like an eagle searching for prey. If they had any sense, whoever was on the other end of the phone would have been looking for a good place to hide. 

Regardless, I could also hear the writing on the wall. It was the sounds of the world encroaching in on us. It was also gratifying in a way: that an explosion was needed to break down our walls. Within a minute he'd be moving toward his office down the hall. The dynamo generators would fire up and the meetings would start. And, as if reading my mind, the kitchen door opened. The scowl etched across his face in the light of his phone told me everything I needed to know. His eyes hung onto mine for an instant longer than they usually did and he looked out the windows toward the horizon for just a moment before glancing at me again. I smiled despite myself and nodded toward his office. He straightened up and turned down the hall. I turned to stare out the window for a minute longer, and then drained my flute. I could hear the hum of the generators starting as I picked up the bottle and carried it to the couch.

The fireplace was still warm, even though the fire had died out. The gas lies were still intact, but the dark hearth had something to do with the ventilation system. I made a quick couple of texts on my phone and by the time I was done, the backup systems of the building were online. The air system came back on, and with the press of a button, the fireplace glowed brightly again. I watched the flames for a moment, and then turned the tree back on. I slipped out of my heels and pulled my feet up under me on the couch. I slipped a few code changes into the tree's interface and the whole thing started to slowly rotate. I had planned to show it to Tyce in the morning, but it seemed like a shame to waste it now.

The more that I drank from the bottle the more I felt like I wanted to hate what had happened to us, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't make the desire outweigh the warm bubbly glow I felt from the champagne. I'd never thought of myself as an angry drunk, more...flirtatious. And I could certainly feel the warmth radiating from the fireplace now. I thought about turning down the thermostat, but the light from the flames dancing in time with the glow of the tree was too beautiful to interrupt. With the bottle empty, I leaned back against the soft cushions and felt my eyes get heavy. 

I think I must have drifted off for a moment, because I suddenly felt a warm sensation press against the side of my face. It lingered for a moment and then slowly slid down my neck to my collarbone. I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling that full-body warmth that the champagne had filled me with. I could see the tree shimmering and suddenly smelled pine. It was deep woodland pine like the kind in the richest forests back on earth. It smelled timeless and powerful. The more I stared at the tree, the stronger the smell became. I felt another warm sensation on my other cheek and it too lingered for a moment before dropping to my neck and settling against my collarbone. The feeling faded and the smell of the forest was slowly joined by gingerbread, baking apples, and nutmeg. It was as if every scent of Christmas was filling my lungs. It created a heady sensation thicker than anything you could possibly pour into a glass.

Warmth spread from my forehead to my cheeks and then moved down to my neck again. It caressed me, and then changed direction and moved to the back of my neck. I felt it seep into my muscles, moving in slow circles against my spine and then it moved out toward my shoulders and upper back. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. I'd never enjoyed a sensation like it before. The warmth moved back and forth for what must have been half an hour or longer while my mind drifted on the scents in the air. I breathed deep, deeper, and then I noticed something new, a smell closer to the fireplace, like the wood from a hearth on Christmas morning. It was the perfect addition that made everything else complete.

The warmth at my neck spread out to my shoulders again, but instead of returning to my spine, it started to spread down over the top of my shoulders and drift over my arms. It moved just as slowly as before, as if time was inconsequential. It lingered and seeped into my muscles making me fall deeper into the trance I enjoyed. I remembered moaning lightly, but like on the edge of dream where I didn't know If I'd actually done it or not. Further down my arms and back up, lower down my arms, and then back to my shoulders. The feeling drifted down my back and stopped at the edge of my dress and pooled over the zipper in the back. The warmth hesitated there and I arched my back just enough to open a space. I felt the fabric shift as I moved and then I stretched it tight and the zipper parted a fraction. It was all it took. The warmth seeped down over my back and as I pressed against the couch cushions the zipper parted even further. The more skin that I exposed the more that delicious warmth touched me. The more I enjoyed it, the stronger the scents filling the room became.

When the zipper finally stopped at my waist, I could feel the movement spread over my exposed back. It went from my spine out to my shoulders, down over the clasp of my bra and then to the edge of the dress at my waist. The heat of the fireplace felt so good against my face that I reached up and pulled the front of my dress down. Instantly the warmth coiled around me in its arms. The sensation moved from my back to the tops of my breasts and it cooled over the lace of my bra, but heated up deliciously again as it reached my stomach. I remember letting myself sink into the feeling, but it wasn't long before I wanted more. I leaned forward where I was sitting on the couch and shifted until I was able to bring my legs out of the dress. I stretched out on top of it and the feeling of rapture against my skin traced over every part of me. It wasn't just one sensation anymore, either. I felt the warmth multiply. Heat against my shoulder rubbed slowly into my muscles while another gentle pressure kneaded my calves. I felt it against my arms and my hips, too. Cooler sensations worked at the lace, as if tracing the pattern with the faintest of winter kisses. I lifted myself up so that I was sitting on my knees again and I could see a dozen small versions of myself in the distorted reflections of the ornaments on the tree. I looked so wanton, yet peaceful, so innocent, and so damned sexy. I suddenly felt like a winter goddess.

A wicked idea crossed my mind and I stared at my revolving reflections as I reached back to unhook my bra. The lace clung to my nipples but the warmth encircling me moved toward my chest. I watched as the cloth fell from my shoulders into my lap. I felt heat reach into my breasts and I closed my eyes as I felt it lift them, savoring the feel of me as much as I savored it. My nipples hardened, and the heat multiplied again. My knees parted and I felt the same winter breath flutter down over my abdomen and trace the pattern covering my labia. Heat swallowed over me. It saturated my neck, shoulders, back, breasts, thighs, calves, stomach, nipples, and pressed greedily against the wetness growing hotter between my legs. I remember leaning back and feeling the roaming moments of heat circle me. I lifted my hips and hooked my thumbs into my waistband. I hesitated, but only because I wanted to savor the feeling of my panties leaving my clitoris. I clung to them so faintly, but it was enough to send a chill through me that only fed the warmth surrounding me. 

The moment the panties left my ankles the sensations swarming around me intensified. I gasped as the hint of winter's breath traced a lazy pattern across my labia. It circled my clitoris even as the heat massaged my upper thighs. Heat teased my nipples, it startled my body with a cool touch that lasted just long enough to make me start panting for more. I arched my back and the warmth responded. I opened my legs and the cool breath responded. I reached down to touch my own wetness and the heat multiplied again. I felt enveloped, wrapped completely, and the feelings coursing over my skin were incredible. I felt like I had a hundred hands caressing me so tenderly, with just enough pressure that I had to have more.

I heard the crackling of logs on a fire and the smell of the hearth grew more intense. The heat intensified to match it. I moaned again as my fingers found my clitoris and began a slow circular motion that seemed to stir the winter breath as it kept time to my ministrations. I used my other hand to slip a finger inside me and the cool breath followed. I caught a glimpse of me spread open in the ornaments of the tree and I smiled at myself. I thought I heard an ornament clink as it rotated, and then the sound of crackling wood filled my ears again. I felt my finger slip inside me deeper and I curled into myself. I moaned deeply and turned onto my stomach. I lifted my hips up but turned my head so that I could keep an eye on myself in the cascading reflections. My thoughts were filled with visions of the deep woods again, and I could feel myself being lost to a fantasy I'd never had before. 

I imagined the sound of sleigh bells and the scent of the woods that gave way to the musk of reindeer. I added another finger to myself and felt a constant throb of the winter breath as it tried to fill me. I was pushing in time with it, rocking my hips to meet myself. Heat suddenly swelled against my ass where I imagined a welt from a strap. My nipples felt pinched beneath me and I ground down even harder against them. The reins of a sleigh filled my mind, and I envisioned being tied, spread open as I waited for anything. I pressed my thighs apart painfully and added a third finger to myself. The coolness was pushed out and it felt like it separated around my fingers. I felt it tickle my ass and collect against my clit. I pumped into myself and bit back a scream as I came. I almost choked from the effort, but I didn't want the feeling to stop. As my fingers retreated, that coldness rushed into me. I felt it from my lips to my core, deeper than anything I'd ever felt. I felt myself rocking back and forth, swaying my hips against nothing like a lover who was taking me deeply from behind. I pushed myself up on my hands and knees and lowered my head as my nipples were pinched again. I could smell everything of Christmas, I could even feel it coming. I let it take me wherever it wanted.

I pulled my arms tightly to my sides and imagined being bound by a massive black belt. I could almost feel the coldness of the buckle against my back. Between gasps I could just make out the scent of the leather. I felt another rush of heat against the cheeks of my ass and it was like a silent strike that lingered with every crack of a sleigh whip. I could feel a pattern of welts rising. At the same time the feeling pressing steadily between my labia was relentless and agonizingly beautiful. I felt another rush of heat on my ass, and then on my breasts. It became o blur of sensations before a rush of wickedly intense cold filled me. It was like an ice cube had slipped inside me and pooled against my cervix. My muscles clamped down on it in a spasm that almost turned into a cramp that could have crippled me but it didn't. It warmed just enough to keep me on edge and almost instantly I gasped as an orgasm wracked through me. 

I panted against the couch trying to catch my breath and I imagined another belt strap and how it would feel wrapped around my thighs. I thought about how it would feel to be bound so I couldn't let the coldness penetrating me slip out. I knew what was coming next and I pressed my forehead against the couch while I waited. Heat rushed against my thighs, my calves, and my ass. It coated me in warmth, again and again, slowly melting the cold and making my hips sway. When I felt the breath of winter against the edge of my ass, I was ready. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of myself. In my imagination my body was bound, arms folded at the elbow and tight to my sides, legs strapped together with my hips up in the air. The cold entered me. I felt a rush of heat everywhere but in my ass as it slipped into me just as fully as it was between the lips of my vagina. I groaned, begging without words, thrusting back against the empty air as heat surged through my clitoris and burned against my nipples. My orgasms suddenly started to come in waves. One peaked after another, from my chest to my core, from my ass to my clitoris, then back to my nipples. I became lost, bucking against myself until I felt another jet of ice pierce me. The shock of it made me choke on my breath and I felt locked, frozen in my final orgasm, waiting to see if I would ever breathe again. 




A Christmas Wish



When I finally stole a breath, I slowly leaned forward and felt my imaginary bonds loosen. I stretched my arms and separated my thighs. I turned onto my back and looked up at the tree, watching the lights move in a lazy pattern against the ceiling. I felt the gentle warmth touching me again, but I could tell it was fading. It kept its touch on me for every moment it could, lingering against my skin. After a while the smells of Christmas faded too, but slower than the warmth against my neck. First it was the nutmeg and the leather, then the pine forests and the apples. 

After it was all but gone I glanced down at the far end of the couch. Against the arm and mostly hidden from view was a hint of color that I hadn't noticed before. I crawled over to it and pulled out a gilded package that had a note from Tyce to me. I smiled and opened the present. Inside was a white blanket so soft it could have been the down of an angel. He'd always promised me a white Christmas, and it seemed he had found a way to deliver one. I pulled it over me on the couch and watched the tree turn. My eyes fluttered and my head was slipping into sleep. I was thinking back on everything, trying to savor the feeling when I saw a hint of soot at the base of the hearth. In the twinkling light, it almost looked like a boot.