Many Artists A Holiday Anthology: Christmas Lots of Erotica 
 
 
 A Holiday Anthology: Christmas 
 ... includes the following... 
 (Erotic Couplings) 
 (Group Sex) 
 (Incest/Taboo) 
 (Reviews & Essays) 
 (Loving Wives) 
 (First Time) 
 (Non-consent/Reluctance) 
 (Exhibitionist & Voyeur) 
 (Scifi & Fantasy) 
 (audio) 
 ( Celebrities & Fan Fiction ) 
 (Gay Male) 
   
   
 
 
 
 All I Want For Christmas 
 (Erotic Couplings) 
 by  freebird2382 © 
   
 Ava stretched up to string lights around the top of her flimsy, charley-brown Christmas tree. A man would be helpful at this moment, but that's wasn't in the cards this Christmas. She sighed as she took a step back and to look her little tree up and down -- not bad for having done it alone. As she sunk down into the couch, she felt -- intensely -- her singleness. It's wasn't lack of attractiveness -- she knew she was beautiful. Standing 6'0 tall, built long and lean, and boasting big blue eyes, Ava was confident in her ability to pull in almost whoever she wanted. She'd been accused many times of being too picky and maybe that was it -- she knew what she liked. She had a type. She went for the shaggy, soft-spoken artist type -- photographers and writers. Every guy she had dated in the last few years fit that mold, every guy...except for one. Ava sighed, she remembered him all too well.     They'd met several years back, working together at the same barn. He broke young horses for his living; she rode jumping horses for hers. The attraction was immediate and intense. He was tall -- 6'3 at least and lean but well muscled. Sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes -- much like hers. She grins now to think of him. They had flirted intensely for months while the sexual tension mounted to the point of being unbearable. Finally, he'd come over to her place one night, mildly sheepish and holding a can of Sparks. She grinned -- he was nervous. Him, of all people, so strong and stoic, nervous -- and all because of her. He knew what was in store for them that night every bit as well as she did. She remembered the look on his face as he first laid eyes on her small, pert breasts with their erect little nipples, shrouded slightly by the lengths of her blonde hair; her long, lean, tanned torso, and the valley between her hipbones that he knew led down to that promised land between her legs that he wanted so badly to sink himself into. That night, they had fucked three times and both of them had silently decided to stay there as long as they possibly could.    Now, 4 years later, they lived on different sides of the country, she had a job as a freelance writer, and she wasn't sure what he was doing - but his memory stuck with her and she knew hers stuck with him, as well. She sighed, he wasn't here this Christmas though, was he?     For the next several days, Ava busied herself around the house -- cooked more elaborate dinners than usual in an attempt to quell her holiday-induced loneliness, baked breads and cakes for friends and family, decorated, and made progress on several stories for work. One night, as she sat in her dim living room listening to quiet music, reading, and watching the lights on her Christmas tree flicker, her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock, uncertain who could be ringing her at this time of night. Outside, the snow fell heavily in big, soft flakes.    She reached her door and stood on her toes to peer through the glass window at the top only to be met with a pair of watery blue eyes peeking from beneath the brim of a snow-dusted brown beanie. Ava immediately recoiled.     No. It couldn't be.    The doorbell rang again and this time, the eyes outside stood on tiptoe to peek in at her. No it couldn't be? Yes. It was. There was no denying it was. But Why? And How? Obviously her visitor was getting impatient -- he knocked, and, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, Ava, stepped forward and opened the door.    Of course he was just as she remembered him. Tall and lean but undeniably strong. He wore a brown beanie, a simple black jacket, jeans, a rodeo buckle and boots. Those damn boots. She always swore it was those things that got her in the first place. Her pussy instinctively ached against her will. He was just so goddamn sexy. She could see in his face his thoughts were much the same. He stood and took her in -- she wore nothing but a pair of tight black leggings that hugged her taut thighs and ample ass and slung low on her hips, exposing the valley between her hip bones that had always made his mouth water. Her chest was on display in a tight gray tee shirt, she wore no bra -- she seldom did -- and he could see her pert little nipples reacting to the cold from outside as they stood erect against the fabric. Her hair was loose and longer than he remembered, and she wore reading glasses. His cock stirred in his pants.     "Christmas Carol?" he asked, smiling, tilting his head slightly.     God she knew that gesture so well.    "Come in," Ava relented, stepping back to allow him access.     Her mind raced, she wondered what he was doing at her house of all places. But then again, it wasn't entirely unusual. He had a way of re-appearing without much notice, he always had. As he stepped into the house, his eyes traveled around her living room, lined with heavy oak bookshelves chocked with hardcovers and paperbacks -- Ava had always been a reader. It was one of the things he loved about her. The room was dim, mellow Indy music floated through the air and several candles flickered on the coffee table. In the corner, a large, spindly Christmas tree blinked softly. He took off his coat and beanie, and laid them across the back of a nearby chair.    "Nice place," he said, "I've never been in here."    "I know," Ava said, "How'd you find me? Why are you here? Don't you live on the East Coast now?"    "Yeah, but I'm thinking about moving back. Came for a Christmas visit, thought I'd come say hi, maybe resort to singing carols or begging for alms if you were unwilling to open your door."     He smiled at her again, cocked his head, ran his eyes up and down her body, lingering at her chest and again at the valley of her hips. His cock stirred again. He remembered so well the feeling of that body.    "You look good. Really good," he said with a sly smile.    "Thanks," Ava smiled "You haven't changed much, have you?"    "Oh, just a bit I guess, you?"    "No. Not much. I write more now."     "Anything about me?"     "Here and there. Merry Christmas, by the way."    He moved toward her, still grinning, still looking her up and down. "Merry Christmas," he said, as he opened his arms and wrapped her in their first hug for 4 long years.     As he pressed their bodies together, she was surprised at how small she felt in his arms. That vulnerability had always been a turn on for her. She let her hands rest on the solid muscles of his shoulders, dragging the tips of her fingers gently along his arms, making him shiver slightly at her touch. She nestled her head slightly in the crook of his neck -- taking in his old, familiar smell -- if she didn't see him for ten years, she thought he would still smell exactly the same. He leaned his head against hers slightly, and, buoyed by his gesture, she kissed him softly on the side of the neck. He shivered again at the softness of her lips and, if she wasn't mistaken, she thought she felt his cock jump against the softness of her belly. "Oh God," she thought. She knew her pussy was wet, and she knew that if he kept touching her, she'd soon be soaked. Her restraint was going to hell in a hand basket.     She pulled back from him, feeling her heart beat faster. She cleared her throat, dropped her eyes down to the ground to hide the lust she knew was forming there. He knew her well enough to pick up on something like that. When she looked up again, he was staring directly at her. She took in his chest, hard and strong beneath his simple white shirt, his broad shoulders and narrow, tapered waist. His goddamn boots...her mind groaned... her pussy ached. She wanted him, badly.     As if reading her mind, he stepped forward, eyes burning, and wrapped his arms around Ava's lower back -- pulling her lean body into his tall, solid one. He ground his pelvis into hers slightly. "You seeing anyone?" he whispered hotly into her ear. "No one," Ava managed, "You?" "No one," he whispered to her before slowly beginning to walk her backwards to the couch. Ava's brain buzzed, God she was so turned on. There was no hiding it anymore, hell, there was never any hiding it -- he knew the minute he walked in the door. She could feel how tense he was beneath her fingers. He was just as ready as she was. She remembered the things he used to say to her -- the way he worshiped her body -- they way sex between them had always been mind-numbingly electric and incredible-- she remembered the intensity with which he fucked her -- her pussy tingled. Nothing had changed, nothing at all.     He laid her down on the couch and positioned himself on top of her, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "In that case, I'm hoping you're mine for the night," He began kissing her earlobe softly, "Mm. I missed you, Ava."    Ava's breath caught in her throat at the touch of his lips, she let out a small gasp, her head was spinning. This visit was so unexpected; there were a million other things to think about. Why was her here? How did he find her? Her nerves were electric and exposed on her skin. She wanted the clothes off, wanted to feel his hot skin on hers, wanted his harness inside of her, wanted him to fuck her -- to take her, to make her hurt. It was everything she could do to control herself enough to remember that she wanted him to chase her, too. She wanted him to show her exactly how badly he wanted her.     She tilted her head to allow him more access and purred, "Mmm you missed me? Well you've been gone so long, what did you miss, exactly?"    She heard him chuckle slightly into the skin of her neck. It had always been like this between them -- it had all come so easily -- always.     "I missed your sexy little fuck-me voice first of all, so thanks for bringing that out."    Ava laughed, opening her legs slightly in an attempt to better feel the hardness forming in his jeans.     "I missed your smell. I missed all your crazy books. I missed feeling your body underneath me. I especially missed all this."     He lifted one hand and knotted his fingers slightly in her hair as his lips worked their way up toward her jawbone. "Blonde. Mmm you know how I feel about blondes. All my life I wanted to fuck a blonde girl -- I never imagined she'd be as hot as you."     His words ignited her further, her hands ran up to the back of his head, cradling him there and pushing his lips against the sensitive skin of her jawbone while she threw her head back, allowing him to continue his ministrations. The hardness in his jeans was evident now, throbbing insistently against the softness of her belly. She raised her hips up into him, her pussy aching for contact, her wetness beginning to soak through her thin leggings.     "I want to feel you again," Ava breathed, "Skin. I want skin."     With that, he pushed himself up off of her, straddling her hips as she pulled her tight gray t-shirt up over her head and dropped it over the arm of the couch. She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm little tits hung soft and golden in the dim light. He groaned when he saw her. His cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. God he remembered every detail of that body -- no matter how hard he tried not to, he thought of her every single time he gripped his cock and rubbed himself off, he thought of her every time he tired to fuck someone else.     He'd never been able to get her out of his mind.     She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her small, tight breasts stood out at attention, their little brown nipples forming sharp points. Long strands of her blonde hair draped across her chest and collarbone. Her stomach was flat and incredibly lean -- the outline of delicate female muscles barely visible through her olive skin. In her bellybutton, a small silver ring reflected the blinking red of the Christmas lights. Her hips flared out, and between them, the valley that made his mouth water. The spot where her taught belly met her wide hips, the lightly muscled lines leading down between her legs, the incredibly soft skin there, just waiting to be kissed, and below, her tiny little pussy, waiting to be filled.    "Oh my god, Ava." He groaned again, as she began to work his shirt up over his head. He pulled it off and looked down as she lightly drug her nails down his chest and over the hard muscles of his stomach. Her chest was heaving now, her hips rising and falling on their own accord.     "Please?" She begged, and he laughed, standing up just long enough to kick his boots off, unbuckle his jeans and slide them down his legs, before moving to her feet and gently coaxing her tight black leggings over her hips and down off her slender thighs. The scent of her wetness immediately filled the room and for a moment, he thought he wouldn't be able to control himself. His cock twitched and jumped in anticipation of sinking deep inside Ava's body, of claiming her once again.     Her naked little pussy glistened with her wetness and he could see the shimmer of her cream smeared on the inside of her thighs. She'd missed him too. Ava propped herself up on her elbows and took him in -- his hard cock making a tent in the front of his boxes. She grinned, spread her legs slightly to allow him a better view of her wide-open sex. He moaned and slid the boxers down his legs, allowing his throbbing prick to leap up and slap his belly wetly.    Ava licked her suddenly dry lips, the two locked eyes and without a word, he climbed onto the couch, straddling her slim body and directing his cock up toward her mouth.     Ava moaned and rolled her head back, he'd taken her like this before -- straddling her chest as he supported her head with one hand and fucked her throat with the other. There was something she loved about it, something that turned her on beyond words. Typically, she liked to be in control, with most guys...but he wasn't most guys. He was the one single person she would let take her, the one she would let fuck her however he pleased, he was the one guy that could make her come again and again, he was the one who could have complete physical control over her. As he guided his cock toward her lips, she circled a thumb over the swollen purple tip, slicking the drops of precum over the engorged mushroom head and eliciting a low growl from him. She looked up, smiled, parted her lips and slowly, slowly, placed a wet, hot kiss on the very tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. He moaned, his hips bucked softly up into her face, he fell forward, supporting himself on the arm of the couch behind her head and slowly guiding himself closer to those wet lips he wanted so badly.     Obligingly, she took him into her mouth. His size had always amazed her, no matter what part of her body he fucked, he filled her completely. The first time she had felt him - she was sure he was going to hurt her. She was wrong, he had fucked her until her orgasms had exhausted her and she had fallen asleep, only to wake in the morning to feel him slipping in and out of her from behind. Now, his size was all she knew, all she wanted. She joked that he had ruined her for other men, but in a way, he had. His cock slid past her wet lips and a deep growl escaped his throat. "Ava, ahhh, do you remember that time when you came back east, the day before you left we stayed up all night and I fucked your throat like this? Do you remember how you begged me for it? You remember how hard you made me cum? Uhhhh...God Ava, Fuck that feels so good. Ah, You remember how hard I fucked your little face that night?"    His words spurred her on, he knew exactly how to -- his hips bucked deeper now past her lips and deep into her throat. She moaned for him, making the muscles in the back of her throat contracted around the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. Her fingers curled into the back of his thighs, pulling him into her. Her eyes watered, he throat struggled to accommodate his large size again. She could feel the wetness from her pussy running down over her asshole and onto the cushions of the couch and she pressed her thighs together, her swollen clit burning for contact.     He looked down at her, struggling to hold himself back and to give her time to adjust. He didn't want to hurt her but her throat felt so fucking good wrapped around him. God it had been too long. Her lips stretched around the base of his cock, her eyes watered slightly, he sank his hips down and slowly fed her his whole length -- he knew how hungry she was for him. She took all of him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She swallowed, the muscles of her throat working tantalizingly against the rock hard head of his cock. He gritted his teeth, trying to take his mind away from the pleasure her incredible mouth was giving him, slowly pulling himself from her slick lips. He watched himself withdraw, inch by inch, his prick glistening with her saliva. Once the scalding tip of his cock had left her lips, he moved down and pulled her into him, tasting himself in her mouth. The kiss was intense, their tongues dancing frantically, she moaned sexily into him, raised her hips up, attempting to sink some of his length into her wanton pussy. He bit her bottom lip gently and pulled his hips back slightly so that his cock rested on the inside of her thigh. "Not yet," he whispered to her, "It's been so long, I want to play."    Reaching down, he slowly ran a single thick finger up Ava's sopping wet slit. God her wetness amazed him, she had soaked the couch beneath her, but then again, she'd always been like that. No matter what -- she was ready. He used to fuck her in the middle of the night, wake her up to bury himself inside of her, sometimes they'd fuck in the car or the bathroom at work -- no matter where, she was always soaking wet and ready. He slowly flicked his thumb over her swollen clit, eliciting a deep throaty moan from Ava. Her hips bucked up into him and he pressed two fingers against the opening of her cunt.     "God I want you so bad," Ava moaned softly. He smiled to himself, pressed his two fingers harder against her opening, teasing her softly, not allowing her the penetration she so badly wanted. With one fat finger slick from her juices, he began to lightly tease the puckered bud of her asshole, making her gasp and impale herself onto his invading fingers. He loved to watch her writhe like this; he loved to watch her body break out in sweat. He loved to know he could turn her on so much. Ava spread her legs further and her scent wafted up into his nostrils. A low growl escaped him, his muscles tensed, his grip on her small body tightened. Oh this girl, why was she the only one who could turn him on like this?     Slowly, he lowered his head to her pussy and with one long, smooth stroke, tasted her entire wet slit with his tongue, lapping her juices greedily. Ava gasped, her eyes flew open; she tangled her fingers in his hair, gently guiding him deeper into her sex. "Oh yes eat me please, baby, my pussy needs your tongue so bad!"    With that, he began to suck gently on her clit while two fingers pistoned slowly in and out of her wet opening and a third flicked quickly over her little rosebud. Her breath came in gasps, her legs fell open as far as they possibly could, she pushed her hips up into his face, presenting him all of her pussy, asking him to take it, asking him to lick every little fold.     She squeezed her eyes shut; her mind was like fireworks gone crazy. All she knew was that she needed his cock, filling her now. She pulled him up into her, bringing his lips down to hers, tasting her musky wetness on them. He used to love watching her finger herself and then bring the juicy digits to her mouth and lick them clean.    "Please," Ava moaned softly into his mouth, "Please fuck me like you used to, God I haven't cum like you used to make me cum in so long! fuck me baby please, God I'm already so hot. Please let me feel you inside of me."    Her urging was all he needed. Slowly, he adjusted himself so that his steel hard prick nudged against the opening of her sopping cunt. The two locked eyes, he pressed his lips to her ear and breathed, "Merry Christmas" before slowly sinking his hips down into her, pushing the first few inches of his cock into the depths of her scalding little pussy. 
 The moan that escaped Ava's lips could've given an entire room of men hard-ons. Her little body tensed beneath him, her hips pushed insistently up into him, splitting herself on his girth but demanding more. He settled the weight of his upper body onto hers, and slipped his arms below her in order to cradle her ass with his hands. God he'd missed that ass. He thought of all the times he'd pulled her cheeks apart and sank his fat cock deep into her little puckered hole his cock twitched within her and he suppressed the thought. He had every intention of invading her little ass tonight, but for now, he was sinking deeper and tantalizingly deeper into her insanely tight pussy.     Ava squirmed beneath him, bucking her hips up against his pelvis, digging her nails into the muscles of his shoulders. Her voice came to him hot against his ear, "mmm remember all the times you fucked me like this? Remember how you'd stay still and I'd just fuck myself up onto your cock, rub my clit against you until I came? God I always came so hard on this big cock. Mmmm God baby you have no idea how bad I just want you to fuck me!" Her voice went hoarse as she moved her hands down to his hips and held them still before bucking her hips up into him, taking his whole length into the furnace of her slick cunt. She gasped when her swollen clit bumped against the base of his cock, "Oh god your cock feels so good up inside of me. Oh, talk to me baby, talk to me!"    He grinned into the mess of her hair. She loved to talk dirty, he knew that. He used to bring her to screaming orgasms by telling her 'bedtime stories'.    "Remember the last Christmas we spent together?" He gasped as she slowly pulled herself off of him, leaving only the head of his cock basking in the warm folds of her body before slowly taking him in again, sighing as he invaded her. Ava nodded into his neck, slowly nipping her teeth along the sensitive skin below his jaw.     "Remember what I got you?" he asked. Ava nodded into him again, impaling herself on his length, slowly, as he held his hips still.     That Christmas he had gotten her a vibrator kit with different sleeves -- one studded, one with knobs on it, one incredibly thick sleeve, and a little silver bullet vibrator to go along with the rest. After they'd opened presents, they'd stayed in bed until three in the afternoon, fucking and pleasuring one another with their new toys. Ava had barely been able to walk for two days. She shivered as she remembered how she'd filled her pussy with the thickest vibrator while he squeezed himself into her and fucked her ass from behind. When she came, it had been so hard that her pussy juices had soaked both of them.    "Remember how you wanted me to fuck you from behind? Remember how you wanted me to wrap my arms around your waist and just hammer you with my rock hard cock as you held that little vibrator on your clit?"    Her pussy felt like hot honey, slipping up and down his throbbing member. He could feel every detail of her stroking him, every wall, and every hot little fold. He thought of velvet engulfing him, velvet all for him, begging for his cock. He moaned and ground into her, growling like an animal.     "Remember how hard you came for me? Remember how your little pussy soaked both of us? Yeah baby, that's it, fuck me faster now, remember how much cum I had for you? Yeah? Remember how deep up inside your pussy I shot all that hot cum? Oh god Ava you screamed for me!"    Ava was pounding herself up and down on his long, thick pole now, panting into his neck, digging her nails into his back. He gripped the globes of her ass tight with his large hands, digging his fingers into her flesh as she rode him. He dropped one finger down to her asshole and began to probe the sensitive little bud.    Ava growled and bit his neck softly, increasing her tempo on his prick. He raised his lips to her ear, letting his hot breath wash over her neck,    "Mm you like that don't you? I know you want me to fuck you in the ass, don't you?"    Ava moaned into him now, "Yeah I want you to fuck my ass. You know how much I love that. Mmm I want you to pull out of my pussy and just drive your cock into my tight little asshole. God you like that, I can feel how hard you are, C'mon baby, fuck my ass, I want you so bad."    With that, he pulled out of her molten pussy and, in one long stroke, sank the entire length of his cock into her juicy asshole.     Ava howled, her whole body jumped up into his, her nails dug into his sides, and he felt himself begin to reach his brink. Her ass was incredibly tight, a hot dry hell, gripping and sucking at every inch of his cock as he rammed her. She writhed underneath him, panting and moaning with every pulse into her body. God she was such a little ass slut, she always had been. He'd never seen anyone cum as hard as this girl did when he had his cock buried balls deep in her asshole.     "Oh yeah baby, oh fuck fuck mmm god you're so big in my asshole, oh baby you're gonna make me cum so hard!"    "Oh Ava I'm gonna just pound my hot cum into your tight little cunt. That's my Christmas present to you, I'm gonna fill your little pussy up and I want you to soak my cock," he growled into her ear    Suddenly he pulled his cock from her hungry asshole and drove it back into her pussy.     Ava was howling under him, panting and dragging her teeth along his earlobe. He gripped her ass tight and hammered his entire prick in and out of her tight little body. He felt the familiar sensations begin in his balls, his cum bubbling up, ready to flood Ava's molten hot pussy.     "Fuck fuck fuck Ava god your pussy is all mine isn't it? Tell me it's all mine!"    Ava spread her legs as far as they could possibly go, pushing her pussy up into him, impaling herself on his length, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, sending sparks of electricity thru her body, driving her toward her own orgasm. "Yeah it is. My pussy is all yours. Always was. Fuck me, take me, oh fuck make me hurt, make me cum baby c'mon take my little pussy!"    He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He was an animal now, fucking his bitch, ramming his hard prick in and out of Ava's tight little body, she moaned, squeaked underneath him and he knew he was bottoming out inside of her but he didn't care. He hadn't had her in so long.    "Fuck Ava I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you!"    "Do it baby, let me feel you, I'm so close!"    His mind went blank of everything but the scalding velvet of her pussy, she drove her hips up into him one last time, spearing herself on his length, he jumped inside of her, growled and bit down into the soft skin of her neck as wave after wave of white hot cum shot up out of his spasaming cock, he howled, buried his head in her neck and slammed himself once more into her.    Ava clamped her pussy tight down onto his spasaming cock, wanting to feel every inch as he unloaded inside of her. Her clit was on fire. The first shot of cum hit her womb and she felt herself slipping over the edge, clamping down even harder on every inch of his divine prick as she let out a howl and impaled herself completely on his cock, letting him fill her to the brink as the silky muscles of her pussy clamped down around him. She could feel his cum hitting the insides of her body like ropes and every jet sent a shockwave through her. She twitched as if she'd been electrocuted as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided and she collapsed, exhausted, onto his sweaty, naked chest as he throbbed and softened, still buried deep inside of her.     "Nice to see you again," she whispered, "stay awhile, will you?"    "Of course," he sighed, kissing her neck softly, "Santa told me what you wanted for Christmas." 
   
 by  freebird2382 © 
   
   
 
 
 
 A Christmas Makeover 
 (Group Sex) 
 by  leilore © 
   
 "No, seriously, there is nothing more horrifying to me than a Christmas party." Tara argued.    "Oh, stop. You missed our wedding, the least you could do is show up to my Christmas party." I pleaded.    "Do I have to dress up?" Tara pouted.    "Yes. It wouldn't kill you to get out of your black goth clothes for once!" I felt a little greedy for demanding this, but I was tired of Tara embarrassing me by showing up looking like she was 12 years old, to black tie events.    Tara and I had been friends for ten years. I didn't really care what Tara wore, I just loved her and didn't want her to get made fun of...again. Tara loved to dress like a little goth doll everywhere she went, but she didn't hang out with the Goths, she always wanted to hang out with me and my straight laced rich friends. My friends saw Tara as a "project". I saw Tara as a confused 39 year old who never grew up. And Tara just wanted people to accept her the "way she was". Ironically Tara made more of an issue about not fitting in and her clothes more than anyone around her. I had consistently told Tara that she wasn't her black lipstick, flaming red hair and costumes, those were just masks. But to no avail. Tara saw her exterior as who she was, but always tried to fit in outside of her social class, without changing her outward appearance. An impossible task for anyone.     "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" Tara scowled.    "No, If I was trying to kill you, I'd have a gun. Here. Take this." I demanded.    "What's this?" Tara asked as she took the shopping bag I gave her.    "This is YOUR outfit. Shoes, black cocktail dress, pearl necklace and earrings, golden snake bracelet." I smiled.    "I am soooo not wearing this!" Tara pouted as she threw the bag on the couch.    "The hell you are! I'm tired of you complaining. You want to be 40 and single? Or do you want that lawyer you've been eyeing? A Lawyer is never going to take a 40 year old goth doll to an office party. No matter how young you look! Maybe fuck you in bed in secret but he'll never be with you. Is that what you want?" I finally lost it.    Tara started crying.     "Oh god. Just put the damn clothes on and look in the mirror. Have you ever tried on a cocktail dress before?"    "No I haven't." Tara sniffed, as she picked up the shopping bag and dug through the items.     "Here. I'll help you." I smiled.     Tara slowly undressed in front of me. I couldn't help but to watch. Tara's skin was porcelain and her breasts were a perfectly firm c cup. She was only 5'1", but her body was perfectly proportionate.     "Here. Let me help you put this on. You'll need to take your bra off. The dress has a halter top with a built in bra." I turned my head away and Tara took off her bra.    I turned back and saw Tara awkwardly standing naked except for her black g-string panties.     "Oh, sorry here." I said as I handed Tara the dress. Tara slipped it over her head and I fixed the halter top. "See it twists like this to form a peak a boo tear drop over your cleavage. It shows just enough! Now stand in front of the mirror."    Tara did as directed, and stood awkwardly staring at her own very womanly figure. "I don't like it. It's too sexy."    "Yeah and your 39 and single. Its just a Christmas party, you'll be fine."     "I'm not looking to get laid. I'm not like you Sarah, you know I don't have sex. This will give them the wrong impression."     "Shit. Are you serious? Just relax. Here, let me put this necklace on you, and the bracelet. Put your heels and earrings on so you can see the whole thing." I demanded yet again.    "So when is this party any way?" Tara asked.    "Tomorrow." I lied. "Tonight were just going to go to my house for a bit. Have a girls night out."     "Hmmm...I suppose I can wear this tonight if its just going to be us."    Ding...dong... the doorbell rang.    "OH! Good she's here." I squealed.    "Who's here? Who'd you invite to my house?" Tara sounded off.    "My hairdresser."    "I thought I was your hairdresser." Tara retorted.    "You are, and so is she and she's here for you! Muah ha ha ha!" I teased as she opened the door.    After an awkward fight, I got my way. Tara was completely made over. Not even her hair was the same. Tara was now a 5'3" (with heels), strawberry blond, a hour glass of perfection with an up do and long curls framing her face. She was a knockout!     I wasn't bad looking either. I had natural curly coal black hair that was medium length. My dark green eyes looked like emeralds shining. I was 5'3" without heels but tonight I was wearing 3 inch heels, and a tight red dress that cut to my mid thighs. My pale skin was flawless, not one freckle. Yes, I was the envy of many women, and tonight, the two of us would make a grand entrance to the Christmas party.    I lured my friend in the car and started driving to the Christmas party. It didn't take long before Tara realized I had kidnapped her. The drive was short though, and Tara reluctantly went into the huge ballroom.     The Christmas cheer was enough to gag any cynic. Tara entered the building first with me pushing her in. Every guy within eyeshot stopped and stared. "I told you this was a bad idea." Tara gritted her teeth.    "Oh stop it." I whispered as I grabbed her hand and pulled her in.     Tara's head was spinning. She couldn't believe how nice everyone was being to her. The guys were tripping over themselves trying to get to her to ask her to dance. I just watched her friend have fun. Soon my husband Eric showed up.     "I see your planned worked!" Eric whispered in my ear as he held me from behind.    I instantly became horny feeling his hot breath on my ear and I ground her butt into him.     "Not yet, my pet." He whispered.    "Do you think she's ready?" I asked Eric.    "Not yet, but I have a surprise for her." Eric whispered.    "You didn't."    "I did. Here he comes now!"    Tara's crush Shawn had just arrived. A tall dark and handsome lawyer. Eric had told him of Tara, and her transformation, and Shawn couldn't believe his eyes. He walked up to her and another man dancing and said, "May I cut in."    Tara's eyes grew big as saucers, and her mouth dropped.     "Merry Christmas Tara. I'm glad you showed up." Shawn said.    Tara blushed. But said nothing. Shawn pulled her close to himself as a slow song came on.     "You are very beautiful tonight." Shawn whispered in her ear.     "Thank you." Tara managed to say.    "You know, Eric, Sarah and I are going to my boat house in a bit to cap off Christmas Eve. Want to come?"    Tara nodded in disbelief. Soon all four of us were in Shawn's limo going to the docks. But before Tara left the ballroom she took a few of my Advil from my purse with some spiked eggnog. In the limo, Tara really loosened up. She was hugging and kissing Shawn and letting him fondle her breasts. I asked her which bottle she took the pills out of. Just as I thought Tara took my aphrodisiacs.     "I'm not telling her." I thought.     It wasn't long before all four of us were naked and in Shawn's bedroom. Shawn and Eric stood next to the bed and watched as me and Tara kissed passionately. I had wanted her for so long. What a fabulous Christmas this was turning out to be.     My hands moved over her soft body. I squeezed her breasts firmly, and slowly trailed my fingernails down her sides to her hips. She shivered at my light touch. Our mouths were lip locked and our tongues seemed to dance around each others mouths. She was a great kisser. My pussy was hot and wet and it ached for some attention. But there was something I wanted more. I had dreamed of licking her soft folds. I laid her gently down on the bed and broke from our kisses. Slowly I moved down her neck and kissed both of her breasts, twirling her nipples with my tongue. She gasped, and as I got lower and kissed her belly. She let out a small protest.    "Wait!" Tara said with some urgency.     As she tried to sit up, I placed my hand over her stomach and in between her breasts and held her down. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard flicking it with my tongue. Her protests turned into moans. She was already starting to climax. I felt a hand move mine and I looked up. Our scene was too much for the guys. They started joining in. Shawn was kneeling in front of Tara on the bed feeling her breasts as she was stroking his 7 inch thick cock with her hands. I continued licking her, teasing her hole with my tongue then going back to her clit. She was so wet. I placed a finger inside of her and slowly started moving it in and out. Her walls clenched tightly around my finger. Her moans got louder and I started fingering her faster and faster while my tongue worked on her clit. Shawn Started rubbing the head of his cock on her lips and soon her moans were muffled.     Eric started playing with my pussy from behind.    "Your so wet!" He smiled as he started licking my clit. It was an all out orgy. Shawn started moving his dick deeper into Tara's mouth, his strokes got faster and faster as he held the back of her head. I was shocked. Tara didn't gag once. Not even as I brought her to an orgasm. Her juices tasted heavenly. As soon as she was done orgasming, Eric picked me up and threw me on my back next to her. Shawn pulled out of her mouth and kissed her positioning himself on top of her. Eric was devouring my breasts. I loved it when his lusts took over. He was so rough and carnal. Just how I liked it.     He positioned the head of his cock over the lips of my pussy and teased me briefly. I wanted him so I bucked my hips toward him trying to ease my lusts.    "You're such a slut." Eric whispered in my ear as he pulled my hair. My body was burning for him, and he knew it.    He slammed his thick hard cock all the way into me. The sudden jolt sent shocks throughout my body. He instantly started pounding me as hard as he could. The brief pain left and turned into a hard orgasm. I felt eyes on me and turned my head to look at Tara. She was watching me as Shawn slowly fucked her. My orgasm took over and my back arched as I moaned loudly. Eric didn't slow his pace. Not even after my orgasm stopped. My body shook and twitched as he grabbed my hips and quickened his pace. Shawn sped up his pace too. Tara's tits were bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. She was beautiful.     Eric flipped me on my hands and knees and slowly started to insert his head into my ass. Tara was still on her back looking at me so I put my but up higher for Eric and bent down to kiss Tara.     "Naughty." Eric said as he slapped my ass hard.     Tara shoved her tongue in my mouth and grabbed the back of my head pulling my hair and pushing my mouth hard on hers. Eric pushed the head of his cock all the way inside of my ass and started to pull almost all the way out. He did this slowly 3 times and then started ramming my ass, slapping it. I orgasmed quickly. Between Tara's hard kisses and Eric's roughness, I came squirting on the bed. As I was in the middle of my orgasm, something wonderful happened. Eric, Shawn and Tara orgasmed in sync. Eric's cum filled my ass quenching the fire and cooling my orgasms. Tara broke from our kiss and moaned loudly as Shawn made his final pump pulling out and ejecting huge strings of cum on Tara's stomach and chest.    We collapsed in a pile on the bed. When I awoke, Tara and Shawn were gone and it was just Eric and I. We showered and talked about how great the night was and found Tara and Shawn on the deck.     5 years later Tara is still married to Shawn. She never went back to her old goth style, (except for Halloween and kinky bedroom play). And every Christmas we go to the ballroom dance party. Tara still calls that one Christmas, the Christmas that saved her from herself! 
   
 by  leilore © 
   
   
 
 
 
 My Christmas Present 
 (Incest/Taboo) 
 by  Trialbasis © 
   
 Christmas was just around the corner and my niece, Cindy, was going to spend the holidays with my wife and me. Cindy's parents, my older brother and his wife, were off on an extended cruise and Cindy asked if she could spend Christmas with us rather than go away or end up at a friend's house out of pity for being alone during the busy holiday season. Cindy was technically my niece but at 22 years of age she was only about 15 years younger than me as I was a late addition to my parent's plans for retirement. I always liked Cindy. She was energetic, had a good sense of humour and best of all she had a hot body. I watched her grow up and I often wondered what sort of playful vixen she might be if you ever got her into the sack or behind a closed door. Cindy like to tease and flash you a quick look up her skirt but she never openly became suggestive or took the teasing too far.    Cindy arrived two days before Christmas and we spent the first evening just talking about life and catching up on the past couple of years. We hadn't seen Cindy for a while and I was amazed to see that she had really matured in her looks and in her personality. She was older, wiser and if truth be known hotter than I remembered. I found it difficult to keep my eyes from wandering down her bare legs and up her short skirt. My wife noticed my distraction and playfully slapped my arm telling me to behave. The girls both laughed and I turned a light shade of red. The early evening was filled with quiet talking, a few drinks and lots of laughter. Later in the evening we all felt a little drunk and the talk became more suggestive and sexually open.    "Tell me Cindy", my wife asked, "are you seeing anyone special these days?"    "No one special but I am dating this guy who works across the hall from me."    My wife was definitely feeling frisky because she asked, "Has he got a nice cock?"    I almost choked on my drink and Cindy started to laugh and smile brightly. "Yes Aunt May his cock is wonderful. It's long, fat and smooth and I love to hold it in my hand."    "I hope you do more than just hold it", replied my wife. I was totally stunned by this exchange. May is sexually aggressive and I have seen her open and bold before but not with a relative. We have a great sex life and she likes to fantasise about being my neighbour's daughter or a young nurse in the doctor's office and I seduce her taking advantage of her 'innocence' but she also likes to be the one calling the shots. I watched as May openly looked deep into Cindy's eyes and asked, "What is your favourite part of sex. What gets you excited and horny?"    Not missing a beat Cindy said, "I love oral sex, I love having my pussy licked and sucking cock. Fucking is great too don't get me wrong but having a nice hard cock in my mouth is as close to heaven as you can get and still be alive."    Sucking cock is also one of May's favourite things too and I have never had a bad or better blow job than when my cock is between her lips. May also liked to have her pussy licked and I was only too happy to oblige. Her pussy was full, completely shaved and she flowed like a river. To say that May got wet would be like saying the Atlantic Ocean was a small fishing hole. When I finished bringing her to orgasm with my tongue my face would glisten from forehead to chin with pure delicious pussy juice. When she came I would press my open mouth to her wet and flowing cunt drinking in every drop that seeped from her wonderful pussy.    I didn't want the conversation to stop but I thought that things may get out of hand and then what would happen. If anything did then how awkward would it be afterwards, I just couldn't let that happen. "Ok ladies I think that it being Christmas we should change the subject or play a game. What do you think?" Did I sound desperate? I hope not, I really wanted to see where things would go but, after all Cindy was my niece and my brother would kill me if he found out.    Both women called me a prude and a party pooper but we let things alone and put on my favourite version of A Christmas Carol and afterwards we called it a night.    When we were alone in bed my wife said, "You seemed a little uncomfortable with the conversation tonight. I hope you aren't becoming a prude. Why were you so eager to change the subject? I saw how you were looking at her, just like a hungry lion sizing up his prey. What's up with you?    "I was really starting to enjoy it but then I thought what if it went beyond just talk, what if things go out of control and something happened. I didn't want the rest of Cindy's stay to be uncomfortable or to have her leave and not speak to me anymore.    "Would it have been so bad if something had happened? I mean she is an adult and capable of making her own decisions."    May and I have, on occasion, brought another woman into bed with us. May is bi and loves to see another woman sucking on my cock as she looks up from between the woman's thighs with her mouth pressed against her pussy. It was then that I realised that May wanted Cindy and she wanted me to want her too.    "May, she's my niece. I can't take advantage of her no matter how good it might be." May just looked at me and she snuggled in close and we both fell asleep.    After breakfast the next day I had some errands to run and would be gone for most of the morning. The two women wished me well and off I went.    "Aunt May", Cindy said, "Can I ask you something?"    "Of course dear", May replied.    "Is Uncle Chris mad at me?"    "Good god girl whatever gave you that idea?"    "Well it was last night and the way he changed the conversation and tried to make out as if it was wrong. I don't think we did anything bad. Do you?"    May came over and took Cindy in her arms giving her a big hug. "Chris isn't mad at all. As a matter of fact I know that he really wanted to keep things going last night but he chickened out because he thought you may end up mad at him."    "I could never be mad at him. Did you know I have had a crush on him ever since I was about 15 years old? You two had been married for a couple of years and I spied you doing it in the woods at the summer cottage. Ever since then I have had this lingering desire that Uncle Chris would fuck me in the woods."    May smiled as they sat at the table sipping their morning coffee. "I want to let you in on a little secret", May said, "Your uncle would do you in a heartbeat if I say the word. You would be surprised at what your uncle would do if I give the ok. He may seem like the strong in control type but in the bedroom I'm the one who controls what happens, with whom and with what. Having a third person to play with is something we both enjoy."    Cindy look at her aunt and then she said, "Aunt May, would you and Uncle Chris like to play with me? I only ask because I really want to play with you, both of you. I will do anything you want, all you have to do is ask me or tell me and I'll do it."    "Chris won't be back for a while so let's see how you hold up when it's just me."    They went to the living room and May opened her tight leather top to reveal her perky tits and erect nipples.    "Get naked", said May in a firm voice and Cindy quickly removed her robe. She was naked underneath and May took in her trim young figure. May was still a sensual woman with a firm and full body and Cindy was a hot and voluptuous and erotic young woman approaching her thirties. Together they were a stunning duo who any man would gladly want for his very own pleasures.     May stroked Cindy's back and rested her hand on her round and perfect backside. She continued to explore Cindy's body with her hand and her eyes.May wanted to warm those sweet bum cheeks with a few firm hand slaps and she dug her nails into Cindy's ass to see how she would respond.    Cindy flinched but she said "Do it Aunt May, smack my ass."    May didn't waste another second she raised her hand and gave Cindy five quick but hard slaps on each cheek. Cindy moaned in pleasure and moved her ass to encourage May to do more.    May led her in to the bedroom and slowly removed her leather outfit. Underneath she wore only a tiny thong which she left on as a tease. "Now Cindy, I want to make it quite plain and clear, you do not have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. So tell me now whether you want to stay or go."    "I want to stay, Aunt May. I want to feel your touch and I want to do the same to you."    "Tell me Cindy, what do you want to do to me?"    Cindy turned slightly red and said, "I want to lick your pussy and taste you. I would love to make you cum with my mouth."    May smiled, "And so you will my dear but first I'm going to have a little fun and make you feel all warm and wet. Have you ever had sex with another woman before?"    "Once", admitted Cindy. "A girlfriend and I went on a holiday together and we ended up drunk one night and we sort of ended up in bed together. I really enjoyed it but she felt odd the next day so it was just the one night."    "Well it won't be just the one time with me", said May. "As a matter of fact I think you will make a very nice Christmas present for your Uncle Chris. But I need to know what kind of a gift you will make", and May had Cindy lay down on the bed with her legs opened wide. Cindy had a wonderful shaved pussy that May wanted to taste right away.    She dropped to her knees and gently let her fingers open and pinch Cindy's pussy lips. She found her clit and massaged it until it stood erect and firm like a mini cock. Cindy started to squirm and her pussy became wet and ready for May's tongue. May bent down and ran her tongue around but not in her inflamed cunt. The teasing was almost too much for Cindy to handle.    "Oh Aunt May don't tease me. Shove that tongue inside my pussy and make me cum."    Cindy wasn't ready to let her off that easy and she continued to flick her tongue across Cindy's swollen and wet pussy. Using her fingers she opened her lips and probed her inner canal as she took her clit between her lips. Cindy jumped at the sensation and tried to grab May by the head to hold her between her flaming thighs.    May ignored her hands and sucked Cindy's pussy lips into her mouth. Cindy was beyond control and she began to shake as mini orgasms wracked her body. Each one built upon the last and before she knew it she screamed out as a full body tremor shook her and her orgasm nearly made her pass out.    "Did that bring back memories of your one time on holiday?"    Cindy lay with her arm across her eyes but her legs still spread wide. "My one timer was nothing like this", she said. "My pussy is still on fire and I think I'll die if I try to move."    May said, "Well you better move because Chris will be home any second and I know he would want to join in but I've got a plan for a nice Christmas surprise. Get dressed and we'll talk it over as we get lunch."    The rest of the day was spent preparing for supper and a nice evening around the Christmas tree. May and Cindy worked on setting the table and putting final touches to the tree. Chris was busy in the kitchen getting the meal ready and he would chase the women out if they tried to interfere or got in his way. About an hour before supper the women disappeared upstairs to get ready. May wanted Cindy alone so she could dress her in the special Christmas wrap she had in mind. She was saving this little outfit for a special occasion and tonight was just the time to use it. Cindy stripped off and May handed her the ensemble. "Here, put this on. Chris will love seeing you in this and nothing else."    "He likes this sort of thing?"    "Sweetie, you have no idea what this sort of thing does to him. The only thing that may get him harder is if he was wearing it."    Cindy couldn't keep the shock off her face. "Wearing it?" she asked questioningly.    "Oh yes my dear, your uncle has it bad for a sexy pair of panties. He isn't gay but I know he is definitely bi. We're going have fun tonight and I'll show you how much he likes this sort of thing."    Cindy finished putting on the sexy outfit and stood there modeling it for May's critique.    "If Uncle Chris likes panties so much, why am I not wearing any?"    "I've kept them for me. If he wants to see the whole outfit then he will need to include me in the unwrapping."     They finished dressing but made sure that their special wrapping was not visible and headed down to join Chris in the kitchen.    "Don't you both look lovely", commented Chris. "I feel like a street bum next to you two."    "My, my" said May, "You are really laying it on thick. Do you have some motive in mind for being so flattering?"    "The only thing I have in mind is a nice meal, a nice drink after supper and a nice evening with my two favourite women in the world."    Cindy blushed slightly and May said "Maybe we can unwrap a present tonight. It might be fun to get a head start on Christmas."    Forgetting that Cindy was there Chris said, "Baby I'll unwrap you any night of the year." He suddenly realised what he said and stammered, "Oh Cindy I'm sorry I forgot you were standing right there."    Cindy smiled and replied, "That's ok Uncle Chris, I like to see fine things opened at Christmas."    Chris looked at her, smiled weakly and turned to May who simply said, "Who knows maybe Santa has something special under the tree."    The conversation during dinner was pleasant but uneventful. Soon they adjourned to the living room and Chris served coffee and placed a tray of small simple squares and cookies on a side table. He then sat on the sofa next to May and pulled her close beside him. "So what shall we talk about or would you like to play a game or do something else?"    "Well", said May, "I think we should consider opening a Christmas gift." May then let her hand fall between Chris' thighs and rest lightly on his cock. "I think that Cindy should start. Why don't you pick a present and start things off."    Cindy went to the tree and bent over as if searching for an interesting looking package but in reality she was giving Chris and May a little look at her naked backside.    May pretended not to notice as she looked at Chris to see his reaction. He was frozen in time just staring at Cindy's exposed ass and the hint of her shaved and excited pussy. May could feel his cock growing harder and she instinctively gave it a little squeeze. Chris regained his composure, looked intently at May and gave her a little kiss on the lips.    Cindy found a present and returned to her seat. "Why don't you get one too?" she asked May. "It will be more fun if we both open the together."    May went to the tree and returned with a small box that she suspected contained a nice piece of jewellery. "Ok are you ready? There is time to stop and not do this."    Completely misunderstanding, Chris said "Come on May it's just a couple of little gifts."    Cindy nodded her agreement and together they opened their presents. As she suspected May's gift was a nice bracelet while Cindy's present was a new robe. "That's a lovely robe", said Cindy. "You should try it on." Cindy, sensing her plan went to her room and quickly shed her outer clothes and put on the robe. She felt excite and nervous at the same time but she really wanted to surprise Chris with herself as his early Christmas gift. Returning to the living room she did a small pirouette showing off the new robe.    "Very nice and it looks warm" said May.    Cindy remained standing and May said to Chris, "Now it's time for you to unwrap your present." Chris made to go to the tree but Cindy stepped in front of him and handed him the ends of the loose sash holding the robe closed. Chris look a little confused but May removed all doubts as she stood and began to undress. Chris pulled slowly on the sash and the robe fell open revealing the sexy lingerie that clung to Cindy's luscious body. He looked intently at Cindy's shaved pussy and asked, "Shouldn't there be a pair of panties to go with this? Not that I'm complaining you understand. I think that it look great this way too."    May finished stripping of her clothes and said, "I kept the panties for myself so you wouldn't forget me as you play with your new present."    Chris was like a kid in a candy store. He wanted it all but didn't know where to begin. May took over and helped Cindy remove her robe. Looking at Cindy she said, "You know it's not fair that we are almost naked and he is still dressed."    "You are so right", said Cindy and she started to unbutton Chris' shirt while May worked on removing his pants.    Chris felt helpless but very excited about what was happening. He allowed himself to be totally under their control, at least for now, and he could hardly wait to see what would happen next.    As May pulled his pants down, his cock pressed hard against his boxers. She reached up through the leg hole and played with his smooth shaven balls. Cindy saw this and she hurriedly finished removing the shirt and joined May in front of Chris's hard cock. She helped him step out of his pants and then she gripped the sides of the boxers and started to pull them down his thighs. May removed her hand allowing Cindy to take off the boxers and free Chris' lovely manhood.     Cindy reached out and took his cock in her hand. She loved the feel of a man's cock, to hold it, to stroke it and feel its firm but soft texture. She especially liked a shaved cock and Chris had a wonderful specimen of delicious man meat.    May watched as Cindy played with his cock and she whispered encouraging little phrases into her ear. "Squeeze it and feel how smooth it is. Cup his balls and see how they feel as you roll them around in your hand. He has a lovely cock don't you think? Try sucking it. I know you want to suck it." Cindy obeyed and wrapped her lips around the head of Chris' throbbing hard cock. She kept her hand on his balls and continued to massage them as she sucked on the fat tasty cock in her mouth.    "Yes suck my cock", said Chris. "Do you like sucking your uncle's cock? Does it make your pussy wet to suck on my cock? Oh Cindy your mouth is so wet and warm I just want to cum in your mouth and spray your face with cum."     "Not so fast big boy", said May. "I promised her a good fucking and that's exactly what you're going to do. If you have anything left after that then it's my turn and then maybe I'll let you cum in her mouth." Reluctantly Cindy stopped sucking as May gently pulled her away and had her bend over to show Chris her wet and willing pussy. "Do you like her cunt Chris; do you want to slip your cock into your niece's wet cunt?"    "I want to taste her first" and he buried his face in her wet snatch. Cindy held her ass cheeks apart giving Chris easy access to her cunt and asshole. She loved having her ass licked and Chris shoved his tongue deep into her little puckered backdoor. Cindy cried out in pure ecstasy as several mini orgasms caused her clit to pulse and throb with pleasure. Chris loved the taste of her wet holes and he swallowed every drop of pussy juice that flowed from between Cindy's thighs.    Meanwhile May wedged her head under Chris' cock and began to suck and nibble on his balls. She took each testicle in her mouth and ran her tongue over, in between and around his smooth nut sack.    Chris continued to lick Cindy's delicious pussy as May brought him close to heaven sucking on his balls. Sensing that Chris could lose control and cum before her plans to have him fuck Cindy, May adjusted her attention and ran her tongue along his cock. While this still made Chris' cock tingle it was enough to stop the immediate urge to let his cum fly. Besides she had to take charge of things before both Cindy and Chris lost any sense of self control.    May slid out from under Chris's cock just as Cindy yelled out in the unmistakeable sounds of a woman in full orgasm. Her pussy exploded in waves of pulsating pleasure as Chris pressed his face firmly between her thighs to drink in every wet drop of her cum. Just as well, thought May, Chris needs a couple of minutes before I let him slip his cock into that tasty hole. 
 Chris though had other plans and he tossed Cindy on the sofa so her legs were splayed and her pussy open to his cock. Forcefully he placed his cock between the lips of her still pulsing cunt and shoved himself fully into her. Cindy was still reeling from her orgasm but she accepted his cock willingly.    Chris began to fuck her cunt with long fast thrusts taking his cock to the very edge of her pussy and then shoving it fully in until his balls slapped against Cindy's ass.    May could only watch as Chris pounded Cindy's pussy. She saw his hard, blood filled cock slid rapidly in and out of Cindy's sopping wet hole. She knew that neither of them would last much longer and she slipped her hand between her own thighs to play with her pussy. Chris' eyes were closed which meant that it wouldn't be much longer before he was filling Cindy's pussy with sperm. May was close to bringing herself to orgasm and she wanted to time it so that they could all cum together. Cindy's head was rolling from side to side and she had her hands on her breasts squeezing her nipples tightly with her fingers.    With one final thrust Chris buried his cock and came. Cindy could feel his hot sperm splash the inside of her cunt and she loved the sensation of the sticky liquid filling her inside. Chris allowed his cock to soften before pulling out of her pussy and May watched as cum leaked from her still pulsing cunt lips. Dipping her head, May let her tongue rest between the folds of Cindy's pussy and she slowly lapped up the sperm that had collected in the crack of her ass.    For a long while no one spoke of moved. Eventually everyone went into the Master bedroom and climbed into the king size bed. Chris was thrilled to have a beautiful woman resting on each arm and they drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.    As visions of sugar plums danced in their heads they all knew that there were still a lot of gifts to unwrap and play with on Christmas day. 
 by  Trialbasis © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Christmas Madness 
 (Reviews & Essays) 
 by  dirtyjoe69 © 
   
 So do any of you remember the days of the Cabbage Patch Kids or perhaps you were one of those crazy people standing in lines for hours at Wal-Mart or Toys R Us in hopes you could barrel yourself through the mad dash and be one of the lucky ones to get your paws on Tickle Me Elmo.    It seems the mad dash is on again, but this time it isn't a heart felt doll everyone is fighting over, at least that would make sense to me. After all getting your young one the hottest present around gives you a sense of pride.     This year the hottest item around is a Playstation 3, a video game consol. And who are most of the games geared too in this new age of technology, boys ages 13 and up. Now if you tell me boys that age already know or should already know there is no such thing as a Santa so why do we need to go out and stomp on our fellow shoppers to be one of the "lucky" ones. Heck when it came out on the market there was even a shooting at one of the stores. I would love to see that trial; "Sir you have been charged with attempted murder while shopping at Wal-Mart, how do you plead?"    I use to venture out like everyone else right to the last minute trying to figure out what to get all my family but as I get older I just can't stand the crowds. Wall to wall people making their way down the endless aisle of product, buying nothing important but feeling it is the most important purchase in your lifetime.    At least most stores have the soothing sounds of Christmas carols playing on their intercoms. Such a shame that Winter Wonderland or Silver Bells has to be turned out when we hear the annoying "Attention Shoppers" come over the speakers cutting off our one joy when going through this hellish time.     Don't get me wrong I love Christmas. I love seeing the faux Santa's and the Nativity Scenes at the different department stores. I am not even bothered by the guy or gal ringing the bells to get your attention to put a coin in the pot for the less fortunate. And when I drive through the different neighborhoods and see all the pretty lights guiding the way for the night Santa takes his yearly journey, I am always left breathless. But some how Christmas has lost a little of its luster for me.     Maybe I am getting old or maybe it how "retail" Christmas has become has played a part in my little bit of bitterness. I do know the "minority" groups have played a big part in my breaking heart. Just today I was watching the news and saw the Seattle Airport taking down all their Christmas trees they had in the lobbies. And why did they do this? Because a Rabbi said he was going to sue if they didn't put up an equal sized Menorah to represent the Jewish faith.     Well last time I checked a Christmas tree is not even a part of Christian symbology. It isn't portraying Jesus it was just a place where one could put their gifts that became a custom many years ago.     Christ was taken out of Christmas years ago with the countless lawsuits we have seen. Schools being forced to change their concerts at holiday time, being forced to take down decorations, forced to stop singing certain carols. I am just glad in the time of forgiveness and giving that these so called "Minority" groups can be so heartless to the majority of people in our country.     Call me racist, call me Christmas hater, call me what you want...It is people like the Rabbi in Seattle that have crush my Christmas dreams these past few years. I'm surprised they haven't sued a church yet to stop Christmas service because they aren't teaching other religions too.     No one is born hating others; it is a learned behavior so when things like in Seattle happen it keeps that cycle going. But Jesus taught us to forgive so I forgive that Rabbi for being a pompous ass that is only being a selfish jerkoff. I would just like to thank him for making the headache of holiday travels that much more of of a headache. I just wonder how far this madness is going to go. It seems to never stop and I can foresee a future where we won't even be allowed to call Christmas, Christmas at all....such a shame. 
   
 by  dirtyjoe69 © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Carol's Christmas Creampie 
 (Loving Wives) 
 by  Nigela Lamont © 
   
 Stephen Hartley's hand trembled, and he downed his rum and eggnog. It was Christmas Eve and his wife was being seduced by his new friend as they danced. He watched as Jerome cupped Carol's soft round ass in his big hands and pulled her close. Carol reached up, wrapped her arms around Jerome's neck, and kissed him passionately and Stephen felt his cock coming to life. For the first time in months, Stephen was getting an erection.     Except for his fading sex drive, the years had been kind to him. Although Stephen's hair had turned gray, it gave him an air of distinction, and he kept his body fit by faithfully working out at the gym. He was almost twelve years older than Carol, but he was still a handsome man.     Last year he had turned sixty and his sex drive had begun to wane. His wife was beautiful with a good figure and long chestnut brown hair, but she had turned quite prudish and their marriage had become predictable and boring. Once Stephen had bought Carol some sexy clothing but she had refused to wear it, saying she was getting too old for such nonsense. Desperate for a solution Stephen tried renting an adult video. Carol reluctantly agreed to watch the movie, which was about a young white housewife's torrid affair with a well-hung black man. The production was amateurish and did little to arouse Stephen but it had a surprising effect on his prim and proper wife. The movie's male porn star, a well-hung black with the unlikely name of Rod Dewer, had turned her on.     The next day Carol gave him a big surprise. She literally begged him to go to a sexshop and buy her a large lifelike black vibrator. Then she wanted Stephen to sit and watch as she pleasured herself with the vibrator, pretending it was Rod Dewer. He liked this change in Carol and was pleased she was able to have an orgasm, but he couldn't keep his erection. He wondered what it would be like to watch her fuck a real man.     Compounding his troubles, Stephen had been called into his boss's office and told he was being transferred from Boston to San Diego. When he told his wife they were moving she balked at the idea and broke down and wept. Christmas in Massachusetts had always been special to Carol and she told him she wanted a White Christmas, and San Diego was hardly her idea of a winter wonderland. Stephen felt terrible. He hated to disappoint her but he had no choice, the move was essential for his career.     ***************    Stephen and his wife arrived in San Diego just two short weeks ago. They had had been moving the last of their belongings into their new home when he had accidentally tripped, breaking Carol's favorite vase. She had become angry and flown into a rage. After they had a huge argument, he stormed out of the apartment and left her to finish unpacking. To give her time to calm down he went off to find a local fitness center and soak his aching muscles in the gym's hot tub.     Stephen was happy he was the tub's only occupant but as he lay there relaxing in the soothing bubbles, he saw a very tall handsome black man wearing a tight white Speedo come out of the men's shower area and head his way. Stephen felt his heart racing. He had never been attracted to a man before but the young giant had a powerful air of sensuality about him and Stephen felt his balls involuntarily tighten. He couldn't help thinking that the young coffee colored Adonis would be a perfect replacement for Laura's vibrator.     As if he could read Stephen's mind, the man came and sat next to him and struck up a conversation.     "Hey man, how ya doin? They sure do keep it hot in here, eh?"     "Yes, it is very hot," Stephen replied nervously. "but it sure does feel good."     "Yeah, it's nice but you know I hate the piped music they pump into this place. They could use a brother to give it some soul. I'll tell you what though; I sure wouldn't mind having a tub like this in my apartment. It would be a big help to get the ladies!"    The young black had massive shoulders and well toned biceps and although Stephen was generally quite shy, the man was easy to talk to. Remembering Carol's new penchant for big black males Stephen decided he would take advantage of the situation,    "You sure don't look like you'd need any help in that department," he said.     "That's easy for you to say buddy. You're wearing a wedding ring, so you've probably forgotten what it's like to be a bachelor. Being single isn't all it's cracked up to be. Girls nowadays can be real bimbos, and it sure would be nice to have a decent meal for a change. I get so tired of eating out. I'd give anything to have a real woman that can cook and fuck. I envy you, at least when you're married you get decent meals and steady tail."     "Yes, that's true," he said. "but lately all I've been getting is the good meals. My wife is a great cook but my age is catching up to me. I'd give anything to be young and virile like you. If only I had a body like yours I'd be able to give her the kind of Christmas she needs."     The young black's voice took on a sympathetic tone.     "Hey man, don't feel bad, shit happens. If you need a hand with her, I'd be glad to help you out," he joked.     Stephen sensed an opportunity and played along with his joke.    "Well I wouldn't mind that but I don't know how she would feel about it," Stephen said quietly, averting his eyes. There was a short, uncomfortable pause then he blurted out "but I bet she'd love to cook you a meal. Carol likes to show off in the kitchen."     "It sounds like you have a fine lady. I hope I get to meet her," the man said suggestively.     He stuck out a giant hand and introduced himself. "My name's Jerome Jefferson. I haven't seen you in the gym before. Are you new in the area?"     "I'm Stephen, Stephen Curtis. I was just transferred here from Boston. My wife and I just moved into Shelburne Place, that new apartment over on Madison."     "Well, how about that," the man said. "You know, we're practically neighbors, I'm living in the Fulford Arms, just down the street from there."     With that, he hauled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs dangling in the water and looked directly at Stephen. Stephen couldn't believe his brazenness, and tried his best not to stare at Jerome's bulging crotch. He must work out a lot he thought, noticing his rippling muscles. Suddenly Steven lost his nerve and his shyness returned. He mumbled a hasty excuse about having to go and made a quick exit to the change room.     He was just finishing tying his shoes, when Jerome followed him in and came over to where he was sitting.     "Well look at that," he said, "another coincidence; you took the locker right next to mine. I'm glad I caught you before you left."     Jerome nonchalantly stepped out of his Speedo. He stood there with his giant cock hanging right in front of Stephen's face. Although it wasn't hard, Stephen thought it had to be at least ten inches long. It was hard not to stare at Jerome's buff body as he changed into his street clothes. Jerome picked up the conversation where they had left off.     "Seriously man, I meant what I said about meeting your wife. I hope I'm not coming on too strong, but I'd be more than happy to show you guys a good time. I know how lonely it can be not knowing anybody in a strange city. Say, your wife's not prejudiced, is she?"     "No, of course not." Stephen replied. "Actually, when we first met Carol loved rhythm and blues. She liked to dance but it's been years since we did anything like that. Unfortunately," he added, "I have two left feet."     Stephen realized he might never have another chance and threw caution to the wind.    "Perhaps one night you could take us out for a night of dancing, of course I'd be more than happy to buy the drinks."     Things were developing very fast for Stephen. He was out of control but he loved the sensation. Realizing there was no going back, he thought he might as well go all the way. His voice cracked as he made his proposition.    "Why don't you give me your phone number before you leave, Jerome? I'll have to check with my wife but I'm sure she'd be thrilled to have you over for dinner."     "I've got a better idea man, why don't you two come to my club's Christmas dinner tomorrow. After all, it is Christmas Eve, and I'm darn sure the last thing your wife feels like doing is cooking for a total stranger after all her unpacking.    Jerome decided to cut to the chase.     "I think you really want me to fuck your wife for you, Stephen. That's what this is really about. Am I right?"    Avoiding Jerome's eyes, Stephen looked down at the floor.     "Y...Yes I guess so, It's just that you're so big down there...I'd love to watch you make her happy. God, I can't believe I'm saying this."    "Hey man, don't be embarrassed. I'm flattered. You know, what you want isn't all that uncommon. You'd be surprised how many men are into it. And you couldn't have asked at a better time. I have about a gallon of cum stored up in these balls and I'm just about ready to explode. If you just get her to come to the club, I'll be happy to do her for you. Oh... and Stephen, one more thing."    Jerome shook his hand as if to seal the deal and gave him a big grin.     "Yes, Jerome?"     "I guess I didn't tell you. I own the club so the drinks will be on me."    ***************    When Stephen returned to the apartment, Carol had settled down. He told her that when he had left he had gone to the gym and made a new friend. Stephen told her how they had been invited for dinner at the man's club, and if she agreed he would really like to go.     The idea of having Christmas dinner with someone he had only just met at the gym made Carol feel very nervous. She finally agreed to go when he told her that although his new friend was quite young, he did own the club they were going to, so they should be quite safe. Stephen added that he was also good looking and loved to dance. He went on to say that he had been doing a lot of thinking about their marriage. They were in a rut he said and he thought it might put some excitement back in their life if she indulged him. Since it was Christmas, he said he would like it, if just this once she loosened up and wore the new outfit he had bought her. and did a little harmless flirting.    Carol found herself getting excited at the idea. She hoped Stephens's new friend was as young and charming as he said he was. After all, she thought, it would be nice to have someone to dance with.     Carol decided to give her husband what he wanted and put on some sultry deep red lip-gloss and sprayed herself with the expensive new perfume he'd given her for her birthday. Spurred on by his positive response she even put on his favorite pair of red panties.     Stephen whistled in appreciation, and then begged her to wear the little black pleated skirt and new top that he had bought for her. The semi sheer top was cut low in the front and very daring. By now, Carol was getting very horny. Se decided against wearing her bra and slipped on a pair of stay up nylons and a pair of her favorite satin pumps. Stephen looked her up and down and gave her a big hug.     "Sweetheart, I love you so much and I want to make this a very special Christmas for you. I want you to feel free to do anything you want to tonight."     Carol felt bad for everything she'd put Stephen through in the last year. He worked so hard and was such a lovely man. He didn't deserve the way she had treated him. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes.     "Oh Stephen, I'm so sorry I've been such a bitch lately, but I don't understand what you mean. I want whatever you want."     Stephen smiled at his wife.     "Never mind, I think you'll understand what I mean when we get there. We'd better get going honey. The night is not getting any younger."    It had been a long time since she'd dressed up and Carol had to admit she did look hot. When they got to the club and she was introduced to Jerome, she realized what Stephen was up to. After all, he knew full well large black men turned her on.    When Stephen made the introductions he could tell by Carol's blushing countenance that she was pleased. He hoped that Jerome would give her that special Comfort and Joy that would return her to the woman he once knew.     Stephen's description didn't do Jerome justice. Carol thought he was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. His massive size and cute butt made her wish she had brought a change of panties. His easygoing manner made her feel right at home, and she was pleasantly surprised at how nicely the club was decorated for the holidays. Its cedar boughs and miniature red Christmas lights somehow made the club appear very intimate and romantic. Jerome had even gone so far as to wear a Santa hat and hang mistletoe in all the doorways.    The club's live band was marvelous, and she felt more comfortable when she noticed there were quite a few white girls dancing with black men. Jerome had an easy familiarity that put her very much at ease. Sitting between her husband and Jerome made her feel very special, and before she knew it she had slipped off her shoe and was rubbing Jerome's leg with her bare foot under the table.     "I really like your Santa hat Jerome, it's cute," Carol purred. Jerome looked pleased.     "Well, how about dancing with jolly old Santa then?"    Carol looked at Stephen. "Is that alright with you honey?"     "Of course, sweetheart, remember what I said earlier about wanting you to feel free to do anything you want tonight. Go for it."    Carol's face reddened as she allowed Jerome to lead her onto the dance floor. Her husband's gentle encouragement had paved the way for her, and Jerome's soft and soothing voice was making her soaking wet. In no time at all Jerome's stiff cock was rubbing up against her belly and as they danced to the strains of A Blue Christmas and she felt herself becoming very aroused.    "You are a beautiful lady Carol. Your husband is a lucky man and loves you a lot. In fact he loves you so much he's asked me to give you something extra special tonight."     ***************    Stephen ordered himself another drink. His patience was beginning to pay off. They had been out on the dance floor for nearly half an hour and Jerome had Carol eating out of the palm of his hand. It looked like Carol was going to have herself A Very Merry Christmas and Stephen's rock hard cock was going to be an unexpected bonus.     ***************    Jerome kissed her and she felt his hot tongue invading her mouth. He took her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock and she felt a hunger growing, deep in her womb. She gave a little whimper as her aching cunt opened like a flower. Carol saw her husband getting up from the table to join them. Seeing the lustful look on his face almost made her cream her panties. He came up to her and whispered in her ear and she felt herself break out in goose bumps.     "Feliz Navidad, darling. I can see you like my little present, why don't we all go upstairs where there's more privacy and Jerome can fuck you while I watch."     Feeling as if she were in an erotic dream, she let the two men lead her over to the elevator. Carol gave Stephen a look of gratitude as Jerome pushed the button and the elevator took the three of them up to his penthouse.     ***************    Once in his penthouse, Jerome quickly assumed control of the situation. He ordered Steve to follow him, then picked Carol up in his big strong arms and carried her into the bedroom. She had never seen anything so impressive. The walls had been upholstered in a rich fabric to match the gold damask bedspread on his huge four-poster bed. With its deep burgundy carpet and floor to ceiling bay window, Carol thought it looked like something out of the Arabian nights. Jerome laid her gently down and she saw herself reflected in the big mirror suspended above the bed.     "Stephen, I want you to undress your wife for me. Do it slowly, and when you're finished sit over there," Jerome ordered in an authorative tone, pointing to the room's solitary chair. "Then I want you to just sit back and watch while I fuck her for you."     Stephen's hands trembled as he slowly removed her skirt and blouse.     "Leave her red panties on." Jerome said. "It makes it feel more festive."     Jerome tore his clothes off and climbed up on the bed. When Carol saw the size of his massive cock, she instinctively backed away, afraid of being split in two.     "Oh god Jerome, it's too big!"     "It's going to be okay," he assured her in his deep smooth voice. "I know it's bigger than what you're used to but I promise it will fit, I'm not going to hurt you."     Stephen squeezed her hand in his as she felt herself getting wetter. She felt like she was about to be bred. Jerome moved up and tore the crotch of her panties open, then placed his cock at her opening and pushed.     "Here Comes Santa Claus," he whispered.     To Carol's surprise, the large bulbous head parted her lips and slipped in right away.     "See baby, that wasn't so bad, was it? I told you it would be easy, women usually get pretty wet when they see this thing."     Jerome let her get used to his size then slowly slipped his cock into her until his huge balls rested on her upturned ass. Carol started to respond and he quickened his pace, slamming into her like a prize bull. Jerome felt his swollen balls getting ready to let go as Carol wrapped her legs around him. They had been going at it for over ten minutes and Jerome was doing his best to keep on going. He felt the diminutive brunette raking his back with her long nails and it took every bit of his willpower not to blow his load.     He rolled her over on his king sized bed and turned her around so she faced away from him. Straddling Jerome's magnificent organ, Carol lowered herself until his cock was buried to the hilt inside her. Stephen watched in reverent silence as Carol reached underneath and took Jerome's grapefruit size balls in her tiny hand, gently squeezing them as she milked his massive, heavily veined black cock with her obscenely swollen wet snatch.     "Oh Jesus baby," Jerome groaned, as he gripped her waist tightly. "You're one hot little fuck .You'd better be on birth control baby, because these big balls of mine are filled to overflowing with lots of little black babies."     His warning only served to make Carol hornier. Her velvety cunt lips gripped him tight. as she frantically raised herself up and down. She sobbed, pleading with him.     "Please...fuck me good for my husband Jerome. That's it...hurry...oh god yes...just like that...that's it! Fill me with your cum... Oh god...hurry Jerome...give it all to me now!"     "Oh Jesus, Carol. Your cunt is so fucking hot! Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum any second now!"     Stephen rose from his chair and moved in closer to watch their sordid act. He heard Carol's cunt making wet sucking sounds as she rode the ebony cum greased pole. Jerome' powerful hands ripped her panties wide open then raised her creamy white ass up and down as her cunt sealed itself around his glistening ebony cock. Jerome's stereo played O Come All Ye Faithful in the background and Stephen smiled at the irony of it.     Suddenly Jerome stiffened, gave a loud tortured cry and released his hot heavy load up into her. Carol cried out in ecstasy, grinding her ass down on him, as she felt burst upon burst of hot cum hosing down her ravenous snatch. After he finally finished spurting, she carefully eased herself off his cock.     "God Jerome," she gasped, as she lay back on the bed "that was absolutely fantastic!"     She squealed with delight when she saw her husband's erect cock.     "Stephen, look at you! This is the best Christmas ever!"     Stephen stared at her hot pink cunt, stretched open and framed by the tattered remains of her red panties.    "Honey," she blushed, opening her knees wide and holding her swollen cunt lips apart. "I have a present somewhere in here for you too!" 
 Stephen's cock jumped in the air as Jerome's cum oozed out of her cunt and ran down her upturned ass onto the mattress.     Carol looked down Jerome's thick white spunk leaking out of her gaping pussy and giggled.    "Oh Stephen, I've been dreaming of a White Christmas. This really has been The Most Wonderful Day of the Year. 
   
 by  Nigela Lamont © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Lollipop Under The Christmas Tree 
 (First Time) 
 by  Hannibal Ravencraft © 
   
 Lollipop was a bubbly teen girl who had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday in early December and the best present her high school could give her was Christmas break. She couldn't wait for the two week vacation since school wasn't going very well for her. She wasn't too smart and was all ready held back twice so that she was still a junior. Her lack of academic skill didn't impede on her popularity one bit. She was a blue eyed beauty with golden blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. She also had the biggest breasts in the school, her chest size in the double D's. She loved to wear tight t-shirts to tease all the boys. Her favorite t-shirt was a pink one with "cum lover" in glittered letters on the front and "90 degree angle" with an arrow pointing down to her perfect little shapely ass on the back.    Despite her enjoyment of dressing in sexy outfits and wearing nasty little t-shirts she was still a virgin. She however did love to tease, flirt and lead guys on. Often she pretended to be a little slut but wouldn't even allow guys to touch her. Leading guys on was an exciting practice for her, especially guys who might not take no for an answer. Her nickname came from one of the methods she would do this to the poor boys. She liked to carry a long, spiral lollipop into class and lick and suck on it in front of them. Sometimes even moaning as she did it. No one was the object of more masturbation fantasies than her.    So it was on the last day of school before Christmas break that she was strutting through the hall wearing her favorite t-shirt and a pair of tight, faded jeans. Her lips, in sparkling lip stick, curled up into a smile as she passed by a group of boys. She didn't have to look back, she could feel their eyes following her. Her strutting however came to an abrupt stop when Mr. Long the school principle appeared in front of her, seemingly out of thing air. He had a knack for doing that, something that led to speculation among students he may not have been from this world. He stood over her, his balding grey hair in a bad comb over and his thick brown rimmed glasses staring down at her.     "Little miss what did I tell you about wearing that t-shirt to school? It is obscene and I'll have none of it. You'll have to change in my office." Mr. Long said crossing his arms over chest.    Lollipop looked up at him with her best puppy dog eyes biting her bottom lip. "Oh, Mr. Long," she said in a cute little voice. "I know you said you'd suspend me, but can I help being a naughty 'wittle' girl?"    Mr. Long didn't seem to be effected, even when she puffed her chest out a bit. "We'll discuss your suspension later, but for now you will have to change that obscene shirt. Go to my office and change now. My secretary Miss Parker will give you a shirt to wear."    After stomping her foot Lollipop submitted to his authority and stormed off to the administration building as told. Inside the building sat the desk of Miss Parker, a forty five year old divorcee who still retained her lovely shape of body. Her brunette hair tied up and wearing glasses she was the only woman, student or faculty, that had breasts as plentiful as Lollipop. Like Lollipop, Miss Parker was the fan of attention from the boys as well, often wearing tight fitting long skirts and jackets and blouses that showed plenty of cleavage.     Miss Parker spoke with a soft and sexy voice, but didn't need to use it when she saw Lollipop walk in with her "cum lover" shirt on. Miss Parker opened a drawer in her desk and took out a plain white t-shirt, the last one left. She tossed it to Lollipop and pointed to the principals office door. Giving a defiant huff Lollipop stormed into the office and slammed the door shut as hard as she could and stood alone in the principals office.    She tossed the t-shirt onto the desk and looked about the office for a minute deciding this was a good excuse to be late for first period. Everything was neat, tidy and in perfect order. There didn't seem to be a spec of dust anywhere, and even the trash was sorted into several different little bins. She slid off her dirty t-shirt and stuffed it into her book bag. She then realized that she probably should have worn a bra that day. Taking the white t-shirt Miss Parker had given her she pulled it over her head stretching it past her chest, being too small it only came down to the top of her stomach.     Unexpectedly, the door opened and Miss Parker walked in. Lollipop turned around facing her, a look of confusion on her face. Miss Parker just smiled and closed the door behind her and then locked it. It was then that Lollipop noticed a leather paddle in her hand. A bit shocked she took a step back while Miss Parker gave her a sexy little smirk.    "Mr. Long may have forgotten, but one more suspension and you will be expelled. It's in your file you know." Miss Parker said. "You don't want that do you?"    "Oh no!" Lollipop exclaimed. "You see if I get expelled or flunked one more time, my parents are going to send me to live with my uncle in Nebraska. They don't know it, but he's a dirty pervert and would do dirty things to me!"    "Ooh," Miss Parker whispered. "The thought of a dirty old man doing dirty things to your young flesh sends a tingle up my thighs. However, I'm sure its complete dread for you little dear. Lets make a deal. If you do me a very special favor, I'll convince Mr. Long not to write you up."    Lollipop thought for a moment, but then agreed. "Oh yes Miss Parker" she said, "I'll do anything."    "Good girl. I'll need you on Christmas Day, and you can do my favor. However that doesn't mean you shouldn't be punished. Be a good girl and drop your jeans and panties and bend over the desk."    Lollipop gasped unsure of what she should do. But the thought of living in Nebraska bent her will to obey. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slowly. She felt the eyes of Miss Parker, staring at her creamy thighs. Turning around, her face red with embarrassment, Lollipop then pulled down her panties exposing herself to the secretary. She leaned over the desk, resting on her elbows and forearms and waited.     Bent over and vulnerable, Lollipop felt Miss Parker's slender hand run along the curve of her ass. Miss Parker was stroking it with a gentle caress before taking away her hand, and delivering the first spank across her milky backside. Lollipop cried out looking back over her shoulder at Miss Parker's orgasmic delight as she spanked her little ass again. Not being able to watch any long Lollipop looked ahead as she felt the third smack of the leather paddle on her rear end, now a rosy red coloration.     "Now about that favor," Miss Parker said before the fourth spank. "There is a boy about your age named Lewis. Poor Lewis is a bit of geek I'm afraid and none of his classmates like him. Since he was going to be alone on Christmas I told him I was going to give him a very special present. I was going to give myself but you'll be much better. Meet me on the corner of Elk and Oak street at six in the morning, Christmas day. If you don't show up or are late, consider yourself expelled. Understood?"    "Yes Miss Parker." Lollipop answered.    "Oh please dear, call me Mistress."    Once again Lollipop found herself confused, but soon enough told Miss Parker "yes Mistress."    Miss Parker smiled and gave Lollipop the fifth and hardest spank yet. Deciding that was enough Miss Parker leaned down and rubbed her nose softly against Lollipop's virgin pussy. After inhaling the scent Miss Parker bent over the girl and whispered in her ear, "I love the smell of cherry in the morning. See you Christmas morning dear."    ~    A fresh snow had fallen over Christmas Eve and now laid sparkling in the rising morning sun. Lollipop dressed warmly stood by a stop sign on the corner of Elm and Oak street where she was supposed to meet Miss Parker. She hadn't been waiting long when Miss Parker's car drove and stopped next to her. Lollipop quickly got into the passenger's side relishing the warmth coming from the heating system. Miss Parker drove down Oak Street for a while before turning into the driveway of a mid-sized blue house.    Both of them getting out of the car Miss Parker fumbled through a large bag finding a set of keys. She unlocked the front door and let herself in, motioning for Lollipop to follow, which she did. The house was small and could have used a bit of cleaning but the heat was on and that was all that mattered to Lollipop after standing in the cold for a while. Miss Parker led her into the living room, a small room with a television and a couch. In the corner was an artificial Christmas tree, poorly put together and poorer still was how it was decorated. There were no presents under it.    "Now" Miss Parker whispered. "Remember to keep quiet. We don't want Lewis to wake up before Mrs. Claus can deliver his present now do we?"    Lollipop shook her head no.    "Good," Miss Parker continued. "Now strip down naked. Take all your clothes off and put them in this bag." Miss Parker reached into the bag pulling out a nightie and a red ribbon. "Hurry up now, Lewis is an early waker."    Lollipop did as she was told quickly stripping down in front of the groping eyes of the Mistress. She put all her clothes in the bag as instructed and when handed the nightie she slipped it on. It was white with a cherry design on it. Miss Parker set the bag aside and fixed up Lollipop's hair into pigtails. She then guided Lollipop to the Christmas tree who promptly laid down under it. Miss Parker then tied the ribbon around the waist of Lollipop into a big bow and laid a little card on her.    "Now don't move from this spot until Lewis comes in and sees you. You're going to do whatever he wants, and if he isn't the happiest young man in the world before noon, you're in trouble." Miss Parker smiled and walked away. She picked up the bag and then left the house and drove away. Lollipop laid there perfectly still waiting for Lewis to show up. She was nervous, she actually had her hymen broken in a bicycle accident when she was younger but was this the first time she had ever done anything. She knew the Lewis Miss Parker was doing this for and what a painfully shy person he was. She wanted to think of something good to say to entice him.     Amazed by how turned on she was by all of this Lollipop's nervousness turned to anticipation. She bit her bottom lip, waiting ever so patiently careful not to move. Her heart started to race when in walked into the room Lewis. He skinny but tall young man, his dark hair was in a mess and he was still in his white undershorts and boxers when he came in and saw Lollipop laying under his tree. Lewis nearly panicked, not sure of what to make what he saw. He slowly made his way over to the tree and picked up the card laying on Lollipop.    "Merry Christmas to a sweet young man named Lewis, Miss Parker." It read.    Lewis took a few steps back lost in wonder. After taking a deep breath and collecting himself he leaned over and pulled loose the ribbon. With a playful smirk Lollipop got up onto her knees slowly spreading her thighs apart. She lifted the nightie up ever so slowly, revealing herself to the watchful eyes of the young man. Her fingers then ran down her stomach to her snatch and opened up her pussy for his viewing pleasure.     "Lewis," Lollipop groaned out. "I have a cherry that needs popping, can you help?"    Lewis was unable to speak, he just stared at her in a daze and nodded his head yes. Lollipop pulled the nightie off revealing the rest of her perfect body to him. Licking her lips she crawled to him on all fours and purred like a kitten as she rubbed her cheek against his thigh. She ran her hands up his legs and grabbed at the waistband of his boxer shorts.    "I want to see the cock you're going to shove into me." She groaned out pulling his boxers down. Startled she fell back and gasped. Her eyes widened, a tint of fear in them as she stared at the giant swinging between Lewis' legs. She had no idea they could be that big. It was even bigger than in that porn movie she once watched with her friend Mandy. She got back up to her knees unable to take her eyes off it. She reached up and grabbed it, unable to get her fingers all the way around. As she touched the giant, it grew hard and stood up and grew a bit bigger. Her jaw dropped unsure of how she was going to be able to fit it into her. While her mouth was open Lewis had grabbed the back of her head and stuffed it into her mouth.    Only the head and a bit of the shaft was able to fit in. Who knew a geek would have such a monster in his pants? Lollipop pulled her head away coughing and gagging but Lewis pulled her head right back to him. Only able to oblige Lollipop opened her mouth and took as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could. Her head bobbed back and forth as she sucked away furiously. Her saliva slobbered all over the head and dripped down her chin and she had to use both hands to stroke his shaft. She prayed he didn't cum right away as it would no doubt be like turning on a fire hose in her mouth.    She managed to pull her face back a bit and then gasped out, "sit on the couch."    Lewis went over and sat on the couch while Lollipop crawled over to him. Squeezing her breasts around his cock she began to work his shaft with her tits. Lewis leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she bounced her tits up and down on his spire of flesh. She let out heavy gasped moving her chest up and down on him just like how she saw in the movie. Lewis opened his eyes and looked down at her. From his look, Lollipop knew what was coming next.    Lollipop turned around and got down on her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder she watched Lewis get off the couch and move behind her. She whimpered a bit and then took a deep breath waiting for it. Lewis grabbed her hips and slowly pushed that monster cock into her pussy. Lollipop screamed as she felt herself stretched open. Tears welled up in her eyes while Lewis pushed himself deep into her. "Oh God! It's so big!" she screamed out as Lewis slid it back and forth slowly in her.    Lewis grabbed her pigtails pulling her head up back. Lollipop's poor defenseless pussy was being assaulted. He drilled it into her hard pounding his hips into her and Lollipop loved every moment of it. Each thrust was met with a scream of ecstasy from her. Her arms gone weak she fell to the floor on her face her ass in the air while she was getting the fucking of a lifetime. Her face was red from all of her screaming and howling as well as the heat from her body.    Getting winded Lewis pulled out and sat back against the couch. Lollipop however, wanted more. She turned and pounced on top of the young man and impaled her self on him. Her tits rubbing in his face Lollipop bounced on his cock, her dripping pussy wetting the stiff meat so it slid up and down easier. Lewis was groping and sucking at her breasts while Lollipop rode him, grinding herself into him as fast as she could. Her eyes rolled up and she turned into a fucking machine, wanting nothing but to continue getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.    Lewis got up lifting Lollipop who was still driving her hips into him. He moved to a wall, wanting to pin her and fuck her against it. After slipping though, they both fell into the tree. That didn't bother Lollipop at all as she put her hands over head and grabbed hold of the tree. Her legs over both of Lewis' shoulders and him holding her by the back of her thighs. Lollipop now a tree ornament continued to get nailed by Lewis' monster. She had lost her voice and breath long ago and just floated in her senses. She felt Lewis pull out of her again. Lollipop looked down just in time to see the cum shoot out of his dick like a geyser spraying it all over her stomach and breasts. Lollipop just sort of crumbled to the floor in exhaustion looking like wrapping paper torn from a present. Lewis pretty much did the same. Lying under the Christmas tree Lollipop managed to hear Lewis, through his wheezing, say the words:    "Best. Christmas. Ever." 
   
 by  Hannibal Ravencraft © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Christmas is Cumming 
 (Non-consent/Reluctance) 
 by  JadeXX © 
   
 It was that time of year again. Snow was falling, people were singing, and lights filled the sky. Christmas was the time of year where everyone's hearts were filled with joy, everyone that is except Jade. Jade hated Christmas and everything that went with it. She couldn't stand the endless shopping lines, whining children, and worn out Christmas tunes. In fact, if she had the power to get rid of Christmas forever, she would.    That exact thought came upon her early Christmas eve. What if she could get rid of Christmas. Would anybody really miss it? Probably, but she wouldn't. She had spent countless years being tortured by this horrible holiday. It was time something was done about it.    There was really only one sure way that she could think to get the job done. She would have to go directly to the source.    Christmas Eve day turned into evening and Jade prepared for that night. She began by baking her favorite Chocolate cookies. Cookies that nobody could resist, especially not him. She lay the cookies by a glass of milk hoping to create the look of a friendly environment.    Next she went to her bedroom to make the final touches. She lay her naughtiest red teddy on the bed. Smiling at the thought of how seductive she would look she went to work on her hair and makeup, creating a look that nobody would be able to resist. With her blond hair falling around her shoulders and the naughty teddy hugging her every curve she was ready.    Checking herself in the mirror she couldn't help but think that she looked incredibly sexy. Her large breasts were barely covered by the tiny teddy and you could see her hard nipples poking through. With everything in place she went back downstairs. Laying herself out on the couch, in front of the fire place, she waited.    Jade was just starting to dose off when she heard noise on her roof top. It sounded like a bunch of little hoofs dancing around. They were then silenced and she could hear the footsteps of a man. She then heard muffled noises followed by a soft swish. And there he came down her chimney and landed with a load thud.    As she checked out the man in the red suit, she thought over her plan. Her plan was to seduce him and get him tied up in her bedroom. He wouldn't be able to deliver his presents and everyone's Christmas would be ruined. Everyone's except hers.    "Hello, Santa." She called out in a sultry voice.    He gave a surprised jump and turned toward her voice. She could barely contain a slight laugh from the size of his eyes. "Ho, Ho there little missy shouldn't you be sleeping"    "And miss out seeing a sexy man like yourself." Jade purred as she slowly began to walk toward him. She smiled, as she could see his eyes were focused on her large breasts flowing out of the teddy.    "I've been very naughty Santa. I should probably be spanked."    "Well, I defiantly have something for you little lady."He replied with a wink    Everything was going as planned. He was falling right into her trap. It was definitely going smoother than she could have ever imagined. She grabbed onto his collar and pulled him into her for a sexy kiss. She let her tongue linger around his lips and she could feel his cock swell against her leg.    "Why don't we go into the bedroom?" She whispered as she walked him into the back room. He was giving her absolutely no resistance. It wouldn't be long now before he would be tied to her bed with no hopes of escaping. She pushed him onto her bed and climbed on top. She let her breasts fall from the teddy onto his chest. He eagerly shoved his face between them licking and sucking every inch. She slowly started to strip of his red suit making him cry out in anticipation.    Once he was naked, she ran her breasts down the length of his body. Pausing at his large cock she placed her breasts so that they surrounded it and began to pump up and down. His cock swelled at the feeling of being between such voluptuous pillows. When his cock was completely hard, he tried to roll over on top, but she stopped him just in time. She defiantly needed to be in control. And it was time to have some fun.    "I've got something extra special for you." She cued. She reached down beside the bed and pulled out the handcuffs. This was it, her chance to finally ruin Christmas. She took a deep breath and fell back on top of Santa, handcuffs in hand. She slowly began to kiss up his arm, trying to hide the cuffs so not to startle him. But, she failed, just when she was about to snap the cuffs around his wrists he saw her and pulled back.    "Now what in the world do you think you are doing. Kinky little thing aren't you. Now everyone knows that Santa likes to be in charge." Santa chuckled.    Not quite sure about what he was talking about Jade froze. She was just about to get off the bed when he grabbed her and pulled himself on top. She struggled to get away but he as way too strong. Next, he grabbed her cuffs and cuffed her to her own bed.     "Let me go!" She screamed at Santa.     "Ho, Ho, Ho, it's time for Santa to have some fun." And with that he buried his face in her breasts.    She couldn't believe this was happening. She was just trying to ruin Christmas and now she was being attacked by Santa himself. She kicked and screamed as he licked and sucked on her breasts. She struggled to get away, but it was no use. Pausing to catch her breath she began to watch him touch her body.    Santa started to lick down her stomach, sending shivers up her body. She wanted to keep struggling but she couldn't, something stronger was telling her to lay still. He continued to lick down her body pausing when he got to her inner thigh. He started making patterns with his tongue and her thigh burned with delight. It had been so long since someone had made her body feel this way. There was no way she going to stop him now.    Continuing with the pleasure Santa made his way up to her juicy pussy. He slowly began to lick her clit, causing it to tingle with excitement. He then dived into her pussy letting her juices flow across his beard. She screamed with ecstasy as she felt her little pussy go off from too much pleasure.    Once her pussy was satisfied Santa had no intentions of stopping. He then brought his hard cock to her face and shoved it in her mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat allowing him to pump back and forth. She got so excited she nearly bit off St. Nick's cock. He groaned with pleasure and she took him in even further. She couldn't get over how good he tasted.    Not wanting to finish to early he pulled away. Jade was almost sad at not having his cock still in her mouth, but she knew something better was to come. Santa flipped her legs into the air and plunged his cock deep into her pussy.     Jade couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucked be Santa's large cock. She rocked back and forth lifting her pelvis so he could plunge deeper. She screamed with delight loving every moment.    He then flipped her over so that she was on all fours. He rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. She loved taking it like a bad little puppy. She reached back and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. Her entire body was screaming with pleasure. She could feel his cock swell even larger and she knew he was about ready to explode    "Oh Santa, blow it in me." She said with a squeal. And with that he let go the biggest load she had ever taken. Her pussy exploded as her body filled with his hot juices. She shot forward with a scream, her body shaking all over.    She could barely regain her composure when she realized Santa was already leaving the room. She reached over and grabbed the key to let her arm free. Once free she raced into the living room. There he was, a man in a red suit, the best fuck she had ever had.    "Ho, Ho, Ho." He called out and with a wink and a smile he was up the chimney.     She fell onto the couch trying to take it all in. Her body had never felt so good. She also couldn't help but notice that all of her negative holiday feelings were gone.     She slowly made her way up to her bedroom. Even though her body felt great, she realized how exhausted she was. She knew she should get a good nights sleep. After all tomorrow was Christmas, the best holiday of the year. 
   
 by  JadeXX © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Christmas Lights 
 (Exhibitionist & Voyeur) 
 by  MarionsLover © 
   
 Marion sat upright on the bus seat, knees together, shoulder bag on her lap. She watched the dark streets pass by through her reflection in the window. Christmas lights shot their electric streams of coloured energy through the blackness, creating islands of cheer in the gloom. Some streets the bus passed through were more affluent, with lots of competing displays, making a cheerful vista to walk arm in arm through. She and Jack would have to do that some night. Other streets, poorer and darker, only had a solitary string of lights, palely stitched along a gutter or around a window. The bus entered the downtown area of the small town she and Jack had moved to for his job, managing a small book store. The city financed Christmas decorations were on every light pole, giant phallic candy canes thrusting into the night sky at the open, yawning vaginal wreaths.    She could feel her own yawning vagina aching between her bare thighs. Damp and fertile, ready like moist earth for planting with Jack's seed.    God, she was horny.    Jack was working a lot of long days during the Christmas season and coming home tired. But they wanted another baby. Eleanor was almost two, it was time to make a second. But toddlers did kill the mood at the most inopportune times. She had monitored her temperature and body and like the Magi studying the stars millennia ago she had determined that it was time.    She rang the bell for her stop. Carefully stepping down from the bus a chill draft curled around her knee high boots and wafted up between her spread thighs, tickling the wetness at her naked pussy. She strolled casually along the main street, looking into windows, like any other Christmas shopper out late on a week night. Her long black wool coat swept over her curving thighs to past her knees, meeting her high 'fuck me' boots. If anyone saw her leg they just caught a flash of the red stockings worn as a concession to the cold.     A light snow fell, settling on her cloche hat and the faux fur collar that wreathed her face in a soft warmth. The coat swayed as she walked, the lining brushing against her bare bottom creating a delicious thrill. Her naked breasts pushed against the front of her coat. Her bare nipples teased to firmness by the movement of the fabric against them adding another thrill. She could feel the heat from her pussy coursing through her body, filling it with desire, joining the tingle of naked bottom and bare nipples to fill her to bursting with a delicious sense of wanton lust.    A beat cop strolled by, nodding at her with a charming smile. For a brief second of alarm she felt like he could see under her coat and was gazing upon her nakedness. She felt her whole body flush. God he was handsome! What if she just opened her coat and let him take her right there on the sidewalk? Just lie back in the snow and let him fill her with a massive hard cock while everyone watched admiringly? She smiled back and closed her eyes when he passed, sighing with the delicious fantasy, glad that her blush was disguised by the red glow of Christmas lights. She squeezed her thighs together, putting some exquisite pressure on her clitoris. "Ohhhh..." she moaned quietly to herself.    She looked in the windows of the shops, pondering and dreaming. Running the store didn't make much, but she was frugal and they got by in the anticipation of someday. They had agreed to spend most of their small Christmas budget on Eleanor and the food. The food was important to both of them. It just didn't feel like Christmas without a special meal. Presents for each other were to be small. "Wrap a bow around yourself," Jack had said flippantly. "You're all I want."    Candlelit love making under the tree was going to be problematic with a toddler in their small apartment, so she had asked her friend from the down the hall to watch Eleanor while "she helped Jack at the store." She would watch Lynn's child some other time in trade.    Slowly Marion walked along the sidewalk, squeezing her thighs together at each step, sending tingles of delight through her body to blend with the sensation of nipples and bottom rubbing against the liner of her coat. She was breathing heavily, flushed with desire and lust. Shoppers on the streets were few now, it was close to closing time for all of the shops. She reached the front of the store, admiring the decorations she and Jack had put up at the start of the season one Sunday afternoon with Eleanor supervising from her stroller. The garland of greenery sparkled with the intertwined string of multi-coloured Christmas lights, flashing on and off, twinkling in changing patterns. Between the frost and displays in the window you couldn't see much of the inside of the store. A large wreath on the door had a card "Come in we're OPEN!" sign in the middle of it. She opened the door, the overhead bell jangling loudly. Fortunately, the store was empty as she'd expected this late on a weeknight.    Marion turned the OPEN sign to "Sorry we're CLOSED" and turned the lock behind her back with an audible click. Jack came up from the back of the store, some books in his hands. "Hello! Be with you in a min..." He stopped short, seeing her at the door.    "Oh hi Sweetie! Whatcha doing here?"    Marion clicked off the overhead lights, leaving the Christmas lights outside and on the tree in the Christmas display burning brightly. She began unbuttoning her long black coat. "I thought I'd bring you an early Christmas present," she said smiling. She stood by the Christmas tree, its lights bathing her in flecks of fairy light, and opened her coat wide. "Do you like it?" She let her coat slide to the floor. "Would you like to unwrap it now?"    "Oh..." Jack gasped in wonder and desire. His wife stood naked before him. A broad red ribbon wrapped under armpits and was tied in a big bow under her breasts, the two tails hung down her belly to end at the dark triangle of her bush. She bent one knee coyly as she stood in her high heeled 'Fuck Me Boots'. "Well?" she asked lightly.    "I've always liked those boots" Jack replied. He moved a little closer, but he was enjoying just gazing upon her naked body bathed in the Christmas lights.    Marion stood still, waiting, anticipating. Letting her lover come to her. She could see the shadow of the occasional pedestrian pass by the window, only a few feet away. Jack reached out to her and put his warm hands on her hips. "Mmmm" he growled appreciatively. "I like my present a lot."    "Wouldn't you like to play with it?" Marion asked softly.    Jack kissed her, lips moist and parted slightly. His arms pulled her closer. His lips traveled to kiss her under the ear, on her throat. "Oh yes!" he gasped. Marion stood still, letting him do as he wanted to her, thrilling in the butterfly touch of his lips on her body as they explored her neck and shoulders, her chest, the tops, sides and bottoms of each breast, circling inwards to light upon her nipples where lips gave way to tongue as Jack licked and sucked on each in turn.    Hurriedly his fingers pulled at the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor, then he continued kissing downwards. Slowly he sank to his knees, his hands caressing her naked bottom as his lips kissed her belly and pelvis and thighs, working inwards to her center. Finally he buried his nose in the soft triangle of her bush, inhaling delightedly. Marion put her hands on his head in benediction, arching her back and closing her eyes as she sighed with desire.    "Oh yes" she whispered.    She pushed her hips forward, tilting her pussy towards his eager waiting mouth. Jack flicked his tongue out, touching her clitoris lightly. "Oh God yes!" she gasped more loudly.    Jack opened his mouth to take her in, sucking and licking at her open center, trying to pull her into himself with his tongue. His fingers tightened on her buttocks. She gripped his hair, pulling on it in her ecstasy. "Oh.... fuck....yes!"    Jack looked up at her adoringly from his knees. "I really like this present!" He pushed his face into her pussy again while starting to undo his pants. "I have a present for you too" Jack said pushing his pants down to let his stiff cock free. "Do you want it?"    Marion nodded with an inarticulate whimper of desire. Quickly she spread her coat out on the floor beneath the Christmas tree and lay down on it, her legs wide, her arms out reaching for him. "Please," she pleaded in her lust.    Jack quickly pulled the rest of his clothing off and leaned over her, his thick cock aimed at her belly. "Please" Marion whispered again. She grabbed his thick shaft in eager fingers to guide him in. Jack slid into her warm, amazingly wet pussy easily, sliding to his full depth in the first stroke. Marion tilted her head back with a sigh. "Oh God yes! That's what mommy wants!"    Jack took his time, making long slow strokes. He gazed upon her face in the coloured Christmas lights. Marion smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. She moved her hands down to grip his bottom. She loved caressing his small hairy bum. She knew it excited him. He bent down to kiss her. She met his mouth eagerly, open lipped. As he thrust he bent again to lick her nipples, she tilted her head and moaned in pleasure. She wished they could stay like this, wrapped in the Christmas lights, locked in their own private world of red and green and blue sparks as he slid inside of her and his lips searched her breasts.    Marion could feel his cock thickening, his thrusts quickened, his breath came more raggedly. He locked eyes with her. "I love you" he said hoarsely.    "I love you too" she replied.    With a final grunt he plunged as deeply as he could, pushing the head of his cock right to her cervix and Marion felt the warm flood of his semen fill her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down on top of her, holding him inside her as long as she could.    Jack kissed her behind her ear. "I love you so much" he whispered. "I really like my present."    "Mmmmm" Marion laughed. "I'm glad. Hopefully we'll get to see your present to me in about nine months."    "That'd be nice" Jack said contentedly. "Just in case, maybe we can play this game again Christmas Eve under our own tree?"    Marion laughed again. "We'll see what Eleanor has to say about that. But maybe. Some sherry and shortbread would go nicely with it."    Jack sat up. "What did you do with Eleanor anyway?"    "Lynn's watching her for a few hours. I told her you needed 'some help' at the store."    "Lynn? That's nice. Eleanor likes her."    "Yeah, Lynn's great. Who do you think helped me tie the bow?" Marion smiled at him, the Christmas lights sparkling in her beautiful eyes. 
   
 by  MarionsLover © 
   
   
 
 
 
 Miriam's Christmas Miracle 
 (Scifi & Fantasy) 
 by  TheBigandBaldGuy © 
   
 Miriam was drunk.     She sat in the dimly lit and sparsely populated bar early in the afternoon, having been forced to leave work early due to the half day. She had watched bitterly as everyone left, knowing all her co-workers were thrilled to finally be off for Christmas and were headed home to the warm embraces of families, spouses, and lovers, while she was not. She actually would have just as soon worked well into the evening doing paperwork, then gone home and gone straight to bed.    But since that was not an option, she decided to stop off for a few drinks instead. Miriam sat at the bar, alternately staring into her mixed drink, listening to the nauseatingly repetitive Christmas music, and looking around at the assorted collection of drunks, losers, and pot-bellied balding salesmen. The bar was decorated in a thoroughly unrestrained and gaudy manner, which only added to Miriam's misery. She would glance over once in a while to an annoyingly jolly animated Santa, staring at it dumbly, wanting desperately to kill the repulsive thing.    As she surveyed her hellish surroundings, her mind kept returning to the thought that hammered in her head with as much obnoxious regularity as the Christmas carols: Here it was, the day before Christmas, and she was -- once again -- alone.    Miriam had come to the big city from her small town nearly a decade ago to go to college and law school and begin her career. She had accomplished both of those things with great dispatch and success, but once happily entrenched in her job she quickly found that finding quality people with whom to spend time, even in a city of hundreds of thousands, was actually very difficult. She had discovered that Christmas was always the most difficult holiday for her to be so alone, and with every passing year she became more and more convinced that she was simply doomed to be alone and never again feel the touch of a man who loved her, feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck as they made love, or to feel the pressure of a cock as it was slowly slid inside her.    So that is why, on this Christmas Eve day at not yet 1:30 in the afternoon, Miriam was drunk.    Miriam sat there for another two hours, until finally the bartender said to her, "Bar's closing, lady. Time to go."    "Wha—what?" she asked, not grasping the concept through her Jagermeister-clouded brain. "So early? I just got started!"    "The bar's closed for Christmas, and we all want to get home. C'mon, lady," he said now, gently but firmly escorting her off her stool and to the door, "it's time to go."    He opened the door for her, gently thrusting her out into the cold, a gentle flurry of snow just starting to settle on the pavement. "Have a Merry Christmas, lady," he said with a smile, closing the door even before he was done wishing her well.    "Yeah, well...fuck you, too," she muttered to herself as she began to stumble along the sidewalk, walking the several blocks to her apartment.    As she did, Miriam kept returning to the tormenting thoughts of being alone for yet another Christmas. This particular holiday in her house as a little girl was always the most special, the most magical of all holidays. Her parents lavished attention on her, their only child, so every Christmas wish became a Christmas reality. But beyond that, her home was always warm, bright, happy, and joyful during this time of year with beautiful, hand-made decorations her father himself would craft, with delicious baked goods and treats her mother could create like none other, and the constant bustle of various relations.    But her parents died the same year she started college, and the various relations all either grew old and died or grew up and drifted away. So here she was, suffering through yet another lonely Christmas with an ache in her heart like nothing she knew...nothing, that is, but the equally maddening ache in her pussy.    While Miriam was in college, she certainly enjoyed the life of a sexy young co-ed living in the big city, having different guys nearly every weekend. But then she graduated and went to law school, and made the willful choice to focus on her legal career, forsaking such things as dating and relationships. In time she realized she missed far more than mere companionship, but desperately needed to have the sexual beast that was growing inside her fed. She had met some guys discreetly for sex, but couldn't help but notice they seemed to lose interest in her needs as soon as they reached orgasm. She had had a few boyfriends, but none of them seemed to satisfy her sexually, and so the relationships soon ended, usually with thinly veiled and angry recriminations that her inability to be satisfied sexually was entirely her fault and no reflection on their manhood. She had even had a fling with a married man for a while, who was at least able to keep up with her and satisfy her magnificently, but who was forced to abandon their relationship when his wife found out and gave him an ultimatum.    Since then, Miriam had been without sex for nearly five years, finding release only in her fingers and assorted sex toys. She was now 34-years-old but felt as desperate for sex as a teenager.    As she clumsily stumbled her way home, mumbling sadly to herself and tormented by thoughts of loneliness and the fire in her pussy which only seemed to get worse the more she drank, Miriam saw a man dressed in a cheap Santa outfit, seated by one of those ubiquitous charity collections seen so often this time of year. He must have been sitting out there collecting nickels and dimes since the day after Halloween, because the once hearty wave and jolly laugh had dwindled down to a cranky monologue.    "Ho ho...Merry Christmas...ho ho...Merry Christmas..." he repeated over and over again unenthusiastically, clearly not giving a damn whether anyone had a merry Christmas or not.    Miriam stumbled up until she was standing in front of him, looking at this cheap knock-off Santa. She remembered the elaborate Santa outfit her father would always sport for her and the other kids in the neighborhood. They'd always eagerly anticipate Santa's visit, his lusty laugh, sitting on his lap and getting exactly what they most wanted. Miriam had quickly figured out it was actually her father, but she didn't care. She always felt so safe and loved when she was wrapped up in his strong arms she was perfectly happy to play that little charade.    She stood there staring at him for a few moments, until the charity Santa finally looked at her and said, "Yeah?"    "Santa?" Miriam asked in a small voice, nearly in tears. "Why can't I get what I want?"    He looked at her puzzled for a moment, then said, "Huh?"    She now approached him with arms out, massaging his chest aggressively. "Why can't I get what I want, Santa? Why can't I get what I need?" Miriam slid down his chest onto her knees, her hands trailing down to his crotch, rubbing his quickly swelling cock through his thread-bare Santa pants.    "Lady, lady...what...who?" he stammered, making a half-hearted and insincere effort to stop her.    "Why can't I have a cock for Christmas? Do you know how long it's been since I sucked a cock? I love to suck cock..." Miriam said, speaking more to herself than to Santa. She was trying to get his belt unbuckled, but finding it exceedingly difficult with her alcohol-clouded mind. She could feel his stiff cock through his pants and was growing steadily desperate, knowing how it would feel in her mouth, how the veins would feel as she traced them with her tongue, how hot and tasty his cum would feel squirting into her mouth...    Miriam had finally figured out the difficult trick of getting a belt unbuckled and was just about to unzip his pants to let his hard cock out, when she heard a woman's high voice shriek, "What the hell are you doing?!"    Santa bolted straight up, knocking Miriam down onto the snowy pavement as he did. "Uh...uh...this lady...she," he stammered, trying to get his belt buckled, looking thoroughly ridiculous as he did so. The woman wore the uniform of the charitable organization for which Santa was collecting money, and was clearly his supervisor.    Miriam stood up slowly, brushing the snow off her coat. Santa and his supervisor squabbled loudly, the woman accusing him of being a pervert and corrupting the meaning of charity, Santa accusing her of being a tight assed-bitch and maybe needing to suck some cock herself. She threatened to not pay him for today; he threatened to sue the entire organization. She called him a waste. He called her a cunt. Miriam was utterly forgotten in the argument, and slowly, sadly, desperately slinked her way down the sidewalk, sounds of the argument drifting softly away into the cold December air.    "God damn it," she mumbled to herself sadly, "I can't even suck Santa's cock!"    After what felt like an interminable period of time -- punctuated only by the cheery people she would pass on the way home, most of which happily wished her a Merry Christmas, many of whom were wrapped in the arms of a lover -- Miriam finally made it to her apartment building. It was already getting dark outside on this late December day, so when she opened the door to her stylish apartment the gloom almost overwhelmed her. She had intentionally not decorated for Christmas this year because she could hardly see the point to it, so while other homes now glowed with the pleasant cheer of soft lights and happy hearts, the only thing that glowed in Miriam's world were her cheeks as she poured herself a cognac.    Drunk now almost to the point of passing out, Miriam wandered her way into her bedroom, wondering why she even had a queen-size bed. Not like she fucked anyone in it, and she could certainly sleep on her couch. She swallowed the last drops of her cognac, stripped off all her clothes, and finally collapsed in her bed. Miriam lay for a moment, curled up in a ball, crying softly to herself, until the combined efforts of depression, fatigue, and alcohol made her fall soundly asleep...    ***    It was pitch black in her bedroom when Miriam's eyes suddenly flew open. She laid stock still in her bed, thinking she had heard a sound coming from the living room. She lay there, listening carefully, wondering if she had in fact hears something or if it was just a dream intruding into real life. As Miriam lay in the silent inky blackness she became convinced that the sound had been in a dream as was about to let her eye lids slide down again, when she distinctly heard a loud thump come from her apartment.    She now sat up in bed, suddenly terrified. Following the thump Miriam thought she heard the foot fall of a heavy boot, which sent shivers of terror racing down her spine. She now believed there was an intruder in her home, one that sounded to be male, and that suggested a very unpleasant outcome. As Miriam's mind began racing as to what she should do, whether she should go see what was the matter, where she could go to be safe, how she could possibly escape if need be, she noticed a soft, orange glow begin to seep in from beneath the closed door of her bedroom. This caused a shiver of panic to rush over Miriam in chilling waves, as the prospect of getting trapped in a burning high-rise building now seemed like a real possibility. Fear of confronting her intruder was now replaced by a primal need to escape a fiery death, and so she jumped out of bed and ran to the door.    As she swung open the bedroom door, Miriam stopped cold; she wondered at first if the panic in her mind was so great that she was now hallucinating because of the image that greeted her eyes. The soft glow was not caused by a deadly fire raging through her home, but was rather the result of hundreds of small candles that had been placed and arranged through out her living room. Their combined warmth touched Miriam's face and naked breasts gently, and their unique odor made her fear and panic melt away to nothing. The odor was so unique, so soothing, so pleasing that her nipples grew hard in response to divine aroma. As she gazed about she saw that her once laconic living room was now decorated in utter Christmas glory, with a full-sized Christmas tree in corner, lavished with hundreds of beautiful ornaments. There were wreaths and garlands everywhere in her apartment, all apparently hand-made out of real pine boughs. The sweet scent of fresh-cut pine mixed with the distinct smell of the candles was simply intoxicating. Everywhere she looked, Miriam saw gorgeous Christmas decorations the like of which she had never seen before, never even had known were possible.    As she wandered through her apartment in wide-eyed wonder, Miriam stopped suddenly when she saw a tall man standing before her, looking at her. Although fear and loathing would have been the normal response to such a confrontation, Miriam felt no such emotions, only happiness, contentment, pleasure...as if seeing an old friend again for the first time in years.    The man wore a long burgundy robe made of what appeared to be the richest velvet ever seen, lined in soft ermine fur. She noted that an intricate vine and leaf pattern had been applied to the velvet in a shade only a slight tone lighter than the rich burgundy of the robe, so as the man moved his clothes appeared to shimmer. A hood -- likewise lined in fur -- was on his head, but did not obscure his face or features. Miriam was struck by the fact that this man had a long, snow white beard and equally long white hair, but that his face was not in the least bit old; to Miriam he appeared no older than herself.    But for Miriam, the most amazing thing of all about this man was his eyes. They were locked mercilessly onto her own, seeming to have captured her eyes as well as her very soul through the intensity of his look. His eyes were of such a pale, icy blue that Miriam felt simply mesmerized by his gaze.    This man said not a word, but slowly began to unfasten the thick black belt that kept his robe together. Once he had completely unfastened it, he let the belt fall to the floor, and then slowly pulled back and took off his robe to revel his naked flesh beneath it. Miriam sucked in her breath as she did, as he revealed to her a pale yet exquisitely toned and muscled body. Her eyes slowly pulled away from his, drinking in the image of his powerfully built chest, then his lean waist and superbly chiseled abs, and then finally lower.    Miriam couldn't help but moan slightly and unconsciously lick her lips when she saw his massive, glorious cock. It stood out from a patch of snowy white hair; it was thick, hard, and perfectly curved, almost drawn up like a bow. Her mouth literally watered as she look at its smooth skin, thinking it had to be at least seven or eight inches. Whatever its actual dimensions, Miriam knew it was the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. Large, full balls swung deliciously beneath the massive cock with any move he made, making Miriam's desire only more enflamed.    The man stared at her intently, his eyes like an unbreakable chain connected to Miriam's. He stood still with arms akimbo as she took in his gorgeous naked body, and then strode quickly to her when her eyes returned to his. The man wore old-fashioned leather riding boots that rose nearly to his knees, which made a thick clunk as he strode towards Miriam; there was something about that sound, about gauging how close he was getting to her not only by sight but also by the sound of his approach, the she found wildly arousing.     He walked up to Miriam until they were mere inches from each other, naked to naked, his stiff cock gently brushing against her pubic area. The man continued to gaze deeply into her eyes, as if speaking to her in a silent language known only to sight. He gently took hold of her face in his calloused workman's hands, holding her visage as if the finest treasure. Then, bringing her face to his lips, he kissed her softly, tenderly. Shivers of pleasure and wild desire raced along Miriam's spine at the first touch of his lips to hers, and she felt a thin trickle of pussy juices leak down her leg because she was so amazingly aroused.     The man broke the soft kiss, looked into her eyes again, then leaned in once more to give Miriam and deep, passionate kiss, tongues swirling and dancing around each other. As he did her pulled Miriam to him, her soft naked chest pressed against his muscular one, his thick cock now pressed fully against her pubic area and lower belly. Miriam felt the burning heat of this hard rod pressed against her, and wanted desperately to have it in her mouth.    As if knowing this, the man broke their kiss after a minute and stepped back; taking Miriam's eyes in his gaze again, he gently pushed down on her shoulder. Not needing any such directions or suggestions, Miriam happily dropped to her knees before this man, her face now perfectly level with his amazing cock.     She reached out and gently, almost reverently, took it in her hand. Miriam looked at this cock deeply, taking in every delicious detail she could as she slowly slid her fingers down the shaft to the snowy mane of pubic hair, then back up to the smooth, engorged head. To her wondering eyes this cock appeared almost magical, and her mouth was watering with anticipation. Yet still she gazed at with an almost worshipful attitude in her heart as she continued to stroke it gently, so very appreciative to have this incredible thing before her.    Miriam could finally resist no longer, but went right to her work. She gently clasped her hand around the shaft of the cock, her hand looking small as the fingers wrapped around this thick piece of meat. Miriam then tenderly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, nearly cumming right then because the feel of this hard but smooth flesh on against her tongue was nearly too delectable for her to stand. She couldn't help but moan happily, almost unable to bear the combined pleasure caused by her tongue on his cock and the burning in her pussy. Miriam slid her free hand down to her clit and began rubbing.    She swirled her tongue around the head for a time, alternately sucking the tip gently and slowly running her tongue along the entire impressive length of it. She broke away from that pattern for a time, and instead stroked the length of it with her hand while she swept underneath his cock to gently lick and suck his full, heavy balls. She would then slowly lick her way back up from his balls along the shaft to the cock head, and lick it happily like a kid with a lollipop.     Miriam had very intentionally not put the entire thing into her mouth yet, not to tease the man in any way but rather to prolong her pleasure, but the itch on the back of her throat was becoming hard to ignore. She could take it no longer, and slowly slid the entire thing into her mouth, sucking gently as she did so. Miriam consciously loosened her throat as she did, and was quite proud she managed to swallow the man's entire massive cock. She held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling on his cock entirely occupying her mouth and touching her throat, then she slide it out at an equally slow pace. When her lips returned to the head, Miriam would suck and lick it gently, stroke the long cock with her hand, then repeat her slow sexual devouring. Her clit was on fire as she rubbed it, the slow penetrating action mirroring what she desperately wanted for her pussy; but for now, she was content to have this delicious cock in her mouth.    This delectable torturing went on for some time, with Miriam alternating between sucking on the entire length, licking the shaft and balls, and stroking it, until she could feel the man's already hard cock grow stiffer. She knew what sweet treat that suggested; if she needed any further proof the man had tightly taken hold of the hair on the back of her head in his hands and was pumping his cock into Miriam's mouth. She wanted to taste his cum desperately, so as Miriam sucked in the length of his cock at a rapid pace she also led her lips with a hand wrapped around his thick meat, jerking him even as she sucked him, while with the other hand she gently massaged his balls. 
 She suddenly felt the man's cock twitch with a jerk, then a fountain of hot thick cum began to spurt into her mouth. He had pushed her head into his pubic area and was now pumping his cock deep into her throat, so his cum splattered and splashed directly onto her throat. Miriam became incredibly aroused by that, having his cum sliding down her throat without even having to swallow. Her level of arousal became intense, and she felt that the slightest touch on her pussy now would lead her in to a wildly wonderful orgasm.    The man continued to clench her head to him for quite some time, the gushes of hot thick cum apparently unending. Miriam happily received every drop, loving the feeling to her mouth being filled to beyond capacity, his thick cock stretching her mouth open, the head nestled all snug in the back of her throat, his cum oozing down. The stream of cum finally slowed down to a trickle, so Miriam slowly removed his cock from her mouth, sucking as she did so, getting every single last drop of cum she could from him. Once removed, she gazed lovingly up at this stranger, wanting -- needing -- more.    This man grabbed Miriam by the upper arms and gently yet powerfully lifted her to her feet, guided her to the couch behind her, then laid her down. It was now he who knelt before her; he spread her legs slowly, stretching her open wide, utterly exposing her shaved pussy to him. He gazed at it hungrily, taking in this beauty of it the way a lover of art might view a masterfully painted canvas. He leaned in slightly then stopped, his face hovering mere inches from her wet, radiating pussy. Miriam would feel his hot breath on her wet pussy; she was dying to feel him.    She watched as he slowly slid his tongue out of his mouth, then gently touched the lips of her pussy with it, and brought it up in one continuous motion the length of her pussy. The touch was so gentle it was like a mere whisper, but that teasing only made Miriam more insane with desire, now feeling like she would explode if she didn't soon cum.    Perhaps sensing this -- or perhaps reading her mind, or simply intuitively knowing what she needed -- the man now wrapped his arms around her legs and used his thumb to massage her clit and to pull her pussy to him as he began to lick her in earnest, slide his tongue in deeply. He would lick from bottom to top, allowing his tongue to slide all the way into her before pulling it out. All the while his thumb would massager her clit, driving Miriam wild and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.    Miriam thought she had experienced pleasure as never before because of the way in which he was licking her pussy, but then he switched things around, now sucking on her clit and sliding first one then two fingers into her slippery wet pussy. He pumped her pussy hard, like she was getting a quality fuck, and sucked her thick clit, rolling it around his lips. The man had been doing this for some minutes and Miriam felt her orgasm building, when the man suddenly slid his finger out of her pussy and using her own juices as lubrication, slid it into her ass.    The sudden, unexpected pleasure of having her ass fucked while still having her clit sucked was just too much for Miriam, and she came now with a moan and a howl. The man went on licking her juices as she came, fucking her ass ever more aggressively. Miriam felt wave upon wave of pleasure wash over her body, and every time the man licked her pussy or fingered her ass she felt another wave wash over her body. He finally stopped licking as she stopped convulsing, and slowly slid the finger out of her ass.    As Miriam lay there with her eyes closed, basking in the happy afterglow of an amazing orgasm, she felt the man now literally lift her up. She was amazed by his almost magical strength, and felt so safe and warm when in his arms. He placed her on the couch again, this time on her hands and knees, then adjusted her so her as was exposed and high in the air. He rubbed her pussy a moment, then she felt the head of his cock -- again rigid and ready for sex, despite the short time since he came -- nudging her pussy. With once quick thrust he had slid the entire massive cock into her wet pussy, making Miriam nearly pass out from the pleasure. She knew it would not be long until she was cumming again.    Once his cock was fully settled in Miriam's pussy, the man began to fuck her hard, almost immediately slamming it to her with extreme force. This was exactly the way Miriam liked to be fucked, hard and brutishly, fucked like a toy there just to be used for pleasure. The man was holding onto her slender hips tightly, actually using her own body to increase the force of his fucking by pulling her to him as he slammed his cock into her. She felt her pussy spread open to its very maximum, and filled to the very depth of it, filled with this magnificent cock, fucking her exactly as she liked it, like no one ever had before. She came again, her juices flowing all over the man's cock.    He fucked her at this ravaging, maddening rate for perhaps ten minutes, making her cum several more times. At just the moment when she thought there was no more pleasure to be enjoyed with this man, he pulled his cock out, nestled the head of his cock on her asshole, and then gently pressed it into her. This was Miriam's secret desire, something she had shared with few men and experienced with even fewer. She often masturbated by sliding her largest dildo into her ass and ramming herself hard, but had experienced bad luck when discussing this option with men in the past and had never really experienced it with a real cock. So this strange man, who seemed to know exactly what she wanted even better than she did, was fulfilling one of her hottest fantasies.    Just as he had when fucking her pussy, the man fucked Miriam's ass with complete, reckless abandon. He slammed his huge cock into her like a piston in an engine, fucking her hard and making her ass burn with wild pleasure. His heavy balls slapped her pussy with every animal-like thrust he made. She had never felt so full, so complete, so whole, and was amazed any cock could satisfy her so well. The engine-like fucking she got compelled her to cum several more times, heightened by her aggressively rubbing her clit as her fucked her. Just as before, he pulled her hips towards him to slam her harder, and like before Miriam was in heaven as she was so fucked.    When Miriam felt like she was nearly fucked and cummed out and honestly feared she may pass out if she was fucked any longer, the man filled her ass with stream after stream of thick hot cum. Miriam could feel her ass filling with his cum, and felt such a thrill of pleasure that couldn't help but orgasm one last time. As she did, though, the pleasure was in fact too much for her, and she blacked out...     ***    Miriam awoke in her bed, feeling well rested and refreshed. She sat up and stretched, feel happy and content for the first time in weeks. The sun light of this bright Christmas morning -- or afternoon, actually, as she had slept far into the day -- streamed into her bedroom, but Miriam was confused as to why she was in such a fine mood. She thought about the previous day; she recalled leaving work...going to the bar...getting kicked out...the charity Santa...then coming home and going to bed.     Then she recalled the dream.    Miriam looked towards her closed bedroom door wistfully, remembering how in the dream she had feared her apartment was burning down only to find a room filled with candles. Recollections of that strange, sexual man caused Miriam to smile widely. She now realized that her pussy and ass were actually aching; the dream must have been so real she touched herself in real life.    "If only," she said to herself, thinking about the total lack of real men like that. "If only, Miriam."    Miriam got out of bed, feeling perfectly content to walk about naked. She was rarely bothered by her own nudity, but felt especially erotic and sexual this morning after the lovely sex dream. She may even plan a nice session later with her, her toys, and her favorite erotic on line playground.    As she approached her closed bedroom door, she paused a second, wishing the living room was still full of those exotic candles and that the strange man was still there...but not the least bit surprised when she saw that her apartment was exactly how she had left it the night before. Neat and stylish, but not a trace of candles, wreaths, or garlands anywhere to be seen.    Miriam was headed towards the kitchen to make herself some coffee, when she caught sight of something on her end table. From where she stood it appeared to be a large snow globe with an envelope place in front of it.    "Where...?" she said, letting the rest of the sentence fade away in her confusion.    She walked over to it, first picking up the snow globe. Unlike most such globes that have some kind of figure or seen inside of them, this one had nothing but the sparkling glitter; that, however, was utterly unique and like none other Miriam had ever seen, sparkling with an ethereal glow and shimmering colors that totally defied the amount of light that could possibly be reflected by such small flakes of glitter. Swirls of blue, purple, and amber seemed to flow of their own accord within the globe.    Amazed and a little mesmerized by the globe, she then looked at the envelope. On it was written her name in the delicate hand-written script of a by gone era. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her own name, and s shiver and excitement raced down her spine as she tore open the envelope to see what was inside.    She pulled out a note with a shaking hand, written in the same beautiful script, and read:    "Christmas is, above all, a time for love. No one should ever be lonely, or sad, or dejected during this time of year.    "But the joy and happiness that comes during Christmas should last through out our lives, not just a few weeks at the end of every year. We are called upon to give of ourselves, totally, completely, without hesitation and without restraint, for the good of all others. Always.    "So when you are lonely, I will be there for you. When you are afraid, I will comfort you. When you need love, I am already here.    "When ever you need me, simply shake the snow globe and make a blizzard. I will come visit you that night.    "Enjoy this, Miriam, the greatest and only Christmas gift you will ever need.   
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 Christmas everywhere has it's own traditions. Whether it's with family or friends, but then other people like to visit different places to see how they celebrate Christmas. In New York City Christmas is celebrated with the theme of the Christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. For this young couple from California this will be a whole new experience.     "Angel, honey I was thinking that maybe we should spend Christmas in New York. It'll be fun," she said with a smile.    "Are you sure? How about your family and friends that you'll be leaving behind?"    "Yes, I'm totally sure. Besides Mom is staying with Aunt Arlene, Willow doesn't celebrate Christmas and her Oz are doing something special. Xander well I know how much you two guys get along. Cordelia I don't want her being near you. Giles is going to England and my Dad has his new girlfriend. I think I've covered all bases. Also there's the factor that I'll see actual snow."    Angel laughed. He couldn't believe how clever she was. Then again that's what he loved about her.     "Okay. Since you want to go to New York we'll go," he said with such little enthusiasm.    "Fine. Be that way. I'll just go by myself and hopefully meet some really cute guy. He'll show me all the sights of the city," Buffy said in all seriousness.    Angel knew that Buffy was joking. He wouldn't let any man touch her. So he had no choice he was going.     "Buffy, sweetheart you know I'm kidding, right? I'd love to spend Christmas with just you and no interruptions," he said looking at her pleadingly.     "You know I should be mad at you right now. But I'm not. So let's get ready."     "Whoa aren't you in rush to leave Sunnydale. Why don't you tell your friends and your mom first? Before everyone thinks I've taken you away from them." He then kissed her.     ~*~*~*~*~*     The next couple of days in Sunnydale went pretty smoothly. The vampire population seemed too low so that was great news for Buffy. Buffy met up with all her friends at the library.    "Hey guys!" she said with such enthusiasm.    "Well, well if it isn't the Buffster. Why are you so excited? If I recall we have reports that are going to be done during our Christmas break," Xander said.    "Well can't a girl be happy. Especially me. You know the Chosen One. I really hardly have any breaks to enjoy."    "I can sense something Buffy spill," said Willow.    Buffy smiled from ear to ear. "Well if you must know. I'm going to spend Christmas with Angel."    "Gee, Buffy that's nothing new. You always have him over your house for Christmas," Cordelia said.    Willow noticed something about Buffy when she said that.     "I know Cordelia we always spend Christmas at my house, but this year we're going to spend it in New York City." Buffy was waiting for the reactions of her friends.     "That's so romantic."    "I can't believe your going to New York with him."    "Good Luck. I heard there's a lot of crazy lunatics and muggers over there."    Buffy rolled her eyes at Cordelia comment. 'She's just jealous because Angel won't be around for her to put her hooks in him.'     "Yes, I agree with you their Willow. I knew you'd react that way Xander. I will never understand why you can't accept my relationship with Angel."     "Hello! There's the factor that he's older than you and could take advantage of you. What more do you want me to tell you." Willow smacked him in the arm and looked at him.    "What did I say? It's the truth and you know it," Xander said looking at Willow.     "How can you be so inconsiderate? You know Angel would never take advantage of her. He loves her too much to pressure her into something she's not ready to do."    Cordelia was watching the whole scene before her. She kept wondering when would Xander stop his obsession with Buffy.    Giles entered the room and noticed everyone was there. He was inside his office researching the other Watcher diaries.     "Buffy it's good to see you. So what's new?"    "Nothing much Giles. Just that I'll be spending Christmas in New York."    "That's wonderful. I hope you have a great time."    Xander couldn't believe Giles' reaction. How could he just accept what she had said without any questions?    "Giles did you hear what Buffy just told you? She's going to New York and with Angel."    "Yes, Xander I heard her and I had the feeling she'd be with Angel. That's why I see no need to worry."    ~*~*~*~*~*    Angel came by Buffy's house later in the evening. He was going to tell Joyce where he and Buffy were going to spend Christmas. The doorbell rang.    "I'll get it." Buffy came rushing down the stairs quickly. She knew who was at the other end of the door. She opened the door, saw Angel and jumped into his arms.     "I missed you today. I was so bored in all my classes. I was just counting the hours until you were going to come," Buffy said and kissed him.    "Really. I was thinking the same thing. I guess great minds think alike." He then placed her down and entered the house. She took his hand and they sat down on the couch.     Joyce came out and saw them. She could tell how much her daughter loves Angel. She noticed it by the look they gave each other when they were in a room.    "Hello Angel." They both stepped out of their reverie to notice Joyce.    "Mom. I didn't hear you come in."    "Hello Mrs. Summers," he said, stood up and placed a kiss on her cheek. He went back down and sat next to Buffy.    "So Angel I hear you have something you wanted to ask me. So ask me?"    There was a part of Angel that was nervous about asking Buffy's mother permission. Buffy sensed this and gently squeezed his hand.    "Mrs. Summers I was wondering if it's not a problem that Buffy could spend Christmas with me in New York?" Angel was waiting for all the reasons why Buffy wouldn't be able to spend the holiday with him. What he heard was totally unexpected.    "Sure. As long as you take care of my daughter. I can't see why not."    Buffy was stunned by her mother's response. She couldn't believe she was hearing this from her own mother. "Mom, are you okay? Did you hear what Angel said?"    Joyce laughed. "Yes, Buffy I heard what he said. That doesn't mean I'll allow this all the time."    Buffy hugged her mother. "Thanks Mom."     ~*~*~*~*~*    Today was the day. Buffy decided to spend last night at Angel's. Even though there was little sleeping.     "Wake up Buffy."    "I want to go back to sleep," Buffy said sleepily.    "Fine then. I guess we won't be going to New York then."    "I'm up. Let's get ready." Angel knew saying that would wake her up.    ~*~*~*~*~*    They were done packing their bags and headed to the airport. The flight would be six hours. So definitely when they arrived they would be tired. The flight went smoothly. They took a taxi from La Guardia Airport to Manhattan. Buffy and Angel stayed at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, which was located at 301 Park Ave and 50th St. Both of them were so tired that they only took off their shoes and headed straight to bed.    A couple of hours later Angel woke up first. He felt a bit uncomfortable because of his clothes. Sleeping with jeans on can do that to a person. Of course with Buffy right next to him he didn't really feel the discomfort. She shifted slightly and buried her head against his chest. Buffy always loved the feeling of her head on his chest. It was just the perfect fit.     "Hey. How long was I out?" she said sleepily.    "Not that long. So do you want to buy a tree?" he asked.    "Really? We can get a tree and ornaments. Then we can sit by a roaring fire and drink hot chocolate," she said childishly.     "Yeah, we can do all that. Let's change and go out." He leaned his head down and kissed her.    ~*~*~*~*~*    Now they both wondered where they were going to find a tree and ornaments to decorate it. Angel asked desk clerk if knew where he could find a tree, decorations and stores to buy gifts. The man told him go to Lexington Ave. It wasn't that far off it was only one block across. Since they were going to buy a tree Angel figured that he should get the decorations first and get the tree on their way home. As they stepped out the sky was blue and the stars were out. The weather was 46 degrees and very windy. If you didn't live in New York then you're probably not use to the cold weather.     "Angel's it's freezing outside," Buffy said. She was all bundled up with her coat, hat, gloves and scarf on.    "Buffy we're in New York City in December. It's cold here during this time. Don't worry we won't take long. Let's start walking and we'll go to the nearest Rite Aid store."     They walked to their destination. As soon as they were in the store they felt the warmth of the heat. Angel bought all different kinds of ornaments, lights, candy canes and tinsel; let's not forget the mistletoe. When they were done shopping they found a man on the sidewalk selling Christmas trees. Buffy went looking around for the perfect tree. She spotted one.    "Look Angel. I found the perfect tree."    The tree was the perfect size. It wasn't too tall or too short. The scent of the pine from the tree had such a smell that made you feel like being home.     "I can see that. I wonder which one of us is going carry it?"    "Come on Angel. Be the strong and loving boyfriend that you are."     "Flattery will get you everywhere. The things I do for you."    Buffy just smiled at him. Angel paid for the tree. He hailed for a cab and they arrived back to their hotel room. When they headed upstairs they placed their bags on the floor and Angel placed the tree in the corner. Buffy took a seat and looked at him and the room. She just realized how beautiful the suite was.     "Angel, this room is so beautiful. This must have cost you a fortune. You didn't have to go through all this trouble." The view of the suite was exquisite. The bedroom was enormous. From the outside you could see the taxicabs and people walking down the streets. The sky was gray and snow had just started to fall down.    "Buffy, honey you know that when it comes to you money is no object. Come on let's start decorating the tree."    They took out all the ornaments and lights out of the bag and started to decorate the tree. When they were done decorating you could see how beautiful it was. They had lights around the tree that were flashing, ornaments of red, green, gold and silver, tinsel, candy canes and a shining star on top. The only thing that the tree was missing was gifts. Well that problem would be solved by tomorrow.     "Angel I was wondering if you could make me some hot chocolate," Buffy asked.    "Sure just let me set up the fireplace and I'll go make it." While Angel was arranging the wood in the fireplace, Buffy slipped her boots off. She then sat down on the carpeted floor waiting for Angel's return. As if she could sense him he sat down beside her and handed her a mug. Buffy placed herself in between his legs and laid her back against his chest. She then placed her candy cane in her mug, swirled it around and took a sip. The warmth of the chocolate and the cool mint soothe her body. Angel placed his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. Buffy turned her head and looked into his eyes.    "Angel have you ever tried tasting the hot chocolate with a piece of mint?" she said this while she placed the mint into the hot chocolate and licked it off with her tongue.    "No. Care to show me a demonstration," he said as he flashed her a wicked grin.    Buffy did the same thing she had done previously except she broke off a piece of the mint, kissed him, opened his mouth with her tongue and let him taste it. The taste was exhilarating. Angel loved sucking on her tongue to taste her even more. Buffy pulled away briefly and leaned her forehead against his.    "Wow. That was a whole new experience," she said breathlessly.    "Uh huh."    Buffy turned around facing the fire and Angel wrapped his arms around her while they watched the wood crackling in the fireplace.     The next morning Buffy and Angel were in bed. After Buffy's little demonstration last night they both decided to take it to the next level, which was the bedroom. Buffy stirred up and felt a slight pain in her body. The pain wasn't bad, but good actually. Her head was on his chest. His arm was around her shoulder. She slowly shifted her body on top of his, slowly kissing his chest, letting her breasts graze on him and kissed him. Angel felt his body getting aroused by Buffy's movements. When he felt his lips on hers he thought his body was going on fire. He deepens the kiss, placed his hands on her back and pulled her closer to his body. The body heat between these two was increasing rapidly.     "Morning," he said as he released the kiss.    "Morning Angel," she said then kissed him again. She released the kiss and rubbed her body against his.    "Angel, honey I was thinking we could repeat last night's performance," she said batting her eyes innocently.     "Hmm. Buffy I want you…" His voice sounded as if he was about to interject.     "But what Angel? We're in New York. We're far away from family. We also have no interruptions. So what's wrong?"    Angel laughed. She had all her reasons laid out before him.    "Buffy, honey I thought maybe we'd go Christmas shopping; unless you'd rather want to stay here with me. We could just stay in bed and come Christmas I wouldn't have anything to give you," he said innocently.    Buffy was in deep thought. 'Staying in bed with Angel. That's not bad at all. Then there's the factor of not receiving any gifts. I love gifts.'    "Okay. You win, but you have to promise me that you're not going to complain about my long hours of shopping." Then another thought occurred to her.    "Angel, how am I suppose to buy your gift when you're around?"    "If you want we'll get our friends gifts first. Then for our gifts to each other we'll split up." She nodded in agreement.     ~*~*~*~*~*    When they were outside Buffy noticed all the different kind of stores on the East Side. From Saks Fifth Avenue to Salvatore Ferragano. The two stores that caught her attention like a child were FAO Schwartz and The Warner Bros. Store. She heard FAO was a big toy store. Each floor had different types of toys from bears to dolls. There was a section that had jellybeans. Buffy went over and tried some.    "Buffy I don't think the candy is there for you to try."    "Shh, don't tell anyone. Have one." She placed a jellybean in his mouth. It tasted good in his mouth.    "Let me buy some. So are you getting anything?"    "Yeah, I saw some bears that I wanted for my room. You could never have enough toy bears." Angel looked at her explaining her reason for wanting a toy bear.    They paid for their purchases and headed to Warner Bros. From the outside you could see the elevator showing Superman pushing it up.     "Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. No, it's Superman," Buffy said like a child.    Angel laughed. He led them inside the store. Angel had never seen so much memorabilia of cartoons. They had souvenirs from various television shows as well.     "Ooh. Look Angel Tweety! Can you get it for me? Please?" she said with her lip pouting.    "Do you have to make that face? You know how helpless I get when you do that. I'll get it, but you have to buy me a Bugs Bunny one."     "You like Bugs Bunny, why?" she asked. Angel approached her and his lips only inches apart from her and said, "Because he's funny and very sneaky just like me." He then kissed her.    As they left the store it was time for them to go their separate ways. Buffy and Angel decided to meet back at the hotel at 9 pm. Who ever arrived first would wait for the other. Buffy had no clue what to get Angel. Angel on the other hand had no problem looking for the right gift.    Buffy found all the gifts she wanted for Angel and a surprise for him as well. She headed back to the hotel. When she arrived she found Angel waiting for her.    "I see someone had fun shopping," he said smiling. Buffy had a huge amount of shopping bags.    "I'll have you know that not everything in this bag is for you mister," she said looking at him.     They took the elevator up to their suite. Buffy and Angel placed their gifts under the tree.     "Angel I'm hungry."    "Okay. I'll order us something." He called room service. Twenty minutes later a bellboy came with their food.    As they ate they both glanced at one another.    "Hmm. Angel this is so delicious."     ~*~*~*~*~*    The next day they both stayed in. After all the shopping they had done they were both exhausted. Today was the annual tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. Buffy turned on the TV and saw the announcement. She had always heard about the big tree and the ice skating rink. Angel heard voices and wondered where it came from.    "Honey do you realize what time it is? Come back to sleep," he said sleepily pulling her down.    "I wanna go see the tree Angel," she said all excited.    "Okay we'll go. Just come and sleep," he said incoherently. Angel had no idea what he got himself into.    ~*~*~*~*~*    They got up and got ready to go to Rockefeller Center. As they arrived by train on 6th Avenue and 50th St they passed by Radio City Music Hall. Then they spotted the tree. It was really tall. Buffy and Angel had never seen a Christmas tree like that. People everywhere were walking, standing or sitting around Rockefeller Center. As time went by they ate. Buffy dragged Angel to a spot so they could have a perfect view of the tree for the lighting.     "Buffy it's only one pm. The show starts at seven. Don't you think we're here early? What are we going to do for the next six hours?"    "We'll look around and wait. You promised me, remember?"    "Yes, I remember." He then kissed her.     Time seemed to be ticking by very slowly, but eventually it got dark and 7 pm arrived. The music started and hosts of the show appeared. Al Roker and Ann Curry from NBC 4 started the show off. There was music played by from Destiny's Child, 98 degrees and Marc Anthony. As for the people skating on the rink you had Tara Lipinski. Santa and the Radio City Rockettes performed as well. Finally the Mayor of New York City Rudolph Guliani appeared to start the countdown.    "10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1"     The lights of the tree flashed. The colors of red, blue, green and also white bright lights were flashing. During the show they gave the history of the tree. It came from a family upstate in New York. The tree stood up eighty feet tall and was adorned with 30,000 lights.     Buffy leaned back on Angel. He wrapped his arms around her.     "Isn't it beautiful Angel? Look how the colors shine."    "Sure is."     The rest of Rockefeller was beautiful as well. The skating rink had trees adorned around with white lights twined on them. People were also skating in the rink.     "Buffy as much as I'd like to stay. My feet are killing me and it's freezing."    "Gee you sure know how to ruin a romantic mood." He lifted his eyebrows at her comment.    "But you're right let's go."    ~*~*~*~*~*    The following two weeks have pasted and today was Christmas Eve. There was snow falling outside on the streets of Manhattan. As the evening approached Buffy thought she'd be spending it inside.    "Buffy, honey I thought it'd be nice if we went to Mass for Christmas Eve."    Buffy's face had a look of disappointment. She had different plans. Her were plans in the line of making love with Angel. Angel saw her face. 'She doesn't want to go. I guess I'm going to have to explain.'    "It's not that I don't want to. It's just…" She couldn't think of a real reason.    "Buffy when I was a little boy I'd always attended Mass with my parents. I know I never mentioned them or attended Mass in Sunnydale."    "Fine. I'll go with you. Where to?" she asked.     "St. Patrick's Cathedral. I heard that the church's architecture and stained glass windows look magnificent." Angel's face was lit up when he was talking about this. 
 "So let's go."    The Mass was two hours long due to the Christmas holiday. By the time the Mass was over the clock struck midnight. It was officially Christmas.    "Merry Christmas, Buffy."    "Merry Christmas, my Angel," she said and kissed him.     ~*~*~*~*~*    Morning approached on this fine Christmas day. Angel was up and thought about things. He went through all the turn events in his life. He then looked down at the petite blonde in his arms. Angel was very thankful when Buffy came into his life.    Angel started to unbutton her shirt. He was able to slide the shirt off to expose her shoulders. As he placed wet kisses on her shoulder, he trailed up her neck and sucked on the sensitive part of her neck. His hands went underneath the cotton material of her shirt, slowly trailed up and cupped her breast. Buffy whimpered and moved onto her back. Her eyes were still closed, but she loved the gentle caresses that Angel was giving her. Angel moved his lips and captured hers. Buffy smiled by this and pulled away briefly.    "Merry Christmas Angel."    "Merry Christmas, my love."    He continued his adventure from earlier. His mouth descended down to her breasts, kissing around her nipple until he suckled it gently while massaging the other. He then kissed down onto her stomach until he reached her panties. Slowly gliding off the material, he then looked up and saw her eyes full of lust and desire. Angel took off his boxers and gently placed him inside of her. As each time he went in and out of her body they both moaned out each other's name.     "Oh Angel! More," she said breathlessly.    They both were close to reaching their orgasm and they did. Angel gently rolled himself off Buffy and held her in his arms.     "I love you," he said.    ~*~*~*~*~*     It was noon and they woke up to open presents. Buffy took a quick shower and dressed in her pajamas. Before they headed towards the tree Angel grabbed her. He had the mistletoe hidden behind his back.     "Look up." She did and noticed it.    "I guess this means your gonna kiss me." He just bent his head and kissed her.     They headed over to the tree and exchanged their gifts. He received a sweater, art supplies and a silver bracelet. The inscription read,    TO MY ANGEL    LOVE ALWAYS, BUFFY    She received a book of poems, a beautiful silk blouse and a locket. It read,    A AND B FOREVER    She hugged him and kissed him.    "Thank you so much."    "I'm glad you liked everything." She turned around and sat in between his legs. His arms came around to grab a hold of her waist.    "Angel?" She looked up at him.     "Hmm."    "What are we going to do for New Year's?"     The End 
   
 by  angel13 © 
   
   
 
 
 
 A Fire Spotter Christmas 
 (Gay Male) 
 by  sr71plt © 
   
 What Paul needed was to get right back on the wagon, Terrence had said. "You can only be in mourning so long," Perry chimed in. "Mingle, mingle, mingle," Terrence added. "That's how you shoo the blues away."    Paul's friends had managed to lure him out to an ocean-side café in Santa Barbara, the first time he'd been out in public since the funeral. He hadn't been with Adrian that day on the freeway. He knew if he'd been in the car with him, he wouldn't have let Adrian use the cell phone. And then there would have been no fatal accident. So, it was all his fault. Well, mostly. Adrian was the one who hadn't been able cure himself of that bad habit.    "And he's got a basketball court of his own, and everything. And it would be ever so nice to see the inside of that big house of his. We bid on decorating it, but it went to the bitch Consuela."    "What in the fuck are you talking about, Terrence?" Paul asked, taking his gaze away from the activity on the waterfront and looking back at his friend. Well, Perry's special friend. Perry was an old friend of Paul's. Terrence was someone Paul hoped to god would disappear from Perry's life soon.    "Ted. Ted Holt. Haven't you heard anything we've being saying?"    "Ted Holt? The 'car king of the California coast'?" Paul was just mimicking one of the TV commercials that he never seemed to be able to escape. GM, Cadillac, Buick. Even BMW and Mercedes.    "Yes, that Ted Holt. Isn't he a dreamboat?"    Paul didn't answer. The Ted Holt of the commercials—if, indeed, that was the real Ted Holt, which Paul rather doubted—was, yes, quite a man. He wouldn't have picked the word "dreamboat," though. Had anyone but Terrence used the word "dreamboat" since the 80s, Paul wondered. Rugged, yes. A hunk, yes, certainly. A "dreamboat" sounded much too prissy to Paul to assign to the man playing Ted Holt in those commercials. He had to admit that the reason he remembered seeing the commercial so much was that whenever he heard it come on, he'd run to the TV set just to see the Ted Holt character.    "Ted Holt. He wants to meet you," Terrence persisted. "He's invited us to his house for an afternoon if we'll bring you."    And then when Paul continued to look dumbfounded, Terrence said. "You tell him, Perry." In an aside to Perry, not sufficiently out of Paul's hearing, he muttered, "I want to see that house, Perry. Get him to go."    "That's it in a nutshell, Paul," Perry said. "We met Ted Holt in a bar a couple of nights ago and he said he remembered us from when we were in that bar with you and Adrian."    "He was aghast when we told him that Adrian had scattered himself all over the freeway."    Both Perry and Paul turned to Terrence and gave him the evil eye for that insensitive interjection. Terrence, of course, didn't show any sign of knowing what perturbed them.    "Please let me tell this, Terrence," Perry said.    Please let me drag you out to the ocean and feed you to the sharks, Paul was thinking.    "Anyway," Perry continued. "Holt said he remembered you and that he certainly would like to meet you. We did tell him that you had taken Adrian's . . . passing very hard and that we'd try to lure you out of hiding if we could—for your own good. He then invited us three to come visit him at his new house Saturday afternoon."    "That was after I told him I knew all about his house and had almost gotten the decorating contract for that," Terrence broke in. "Don't forget to include that we've been invited to his house because I brought the house up."    "True enough," Perry said. Then he turned to Paul and said, "I really am worried about you. You do need to return to the world. Not forget Adrian, of course, but not become a hermit either. You're too young to just hang it up. We want to see the old Paul again. You used to be the life of the party."    "You met Holt at that bar we used to go to together?" Paul asked. "Are you saying that Ted Holt is gay?"    "It appears so, but we certainly didn't dwell on that, Paul. He didn't come on to either of us or anything. He was just being a really nice guy—really concerned when we told him you were in mourning. We talked golf—he seems to be obsessed with that—and basketball. And that's when he said he had a basketball court at the new house. And that he hadn't tried it out yet. He sounded like he just was looking for guys to help him break in the court. What do you say?"    "Oh, I don't know, Perry. I'm not really ready to come out again—not now, and maybe not ever. What Adrian and I had . . . I just don't think I'll ever . . ."    "He's invited us to play some basketball and have lunch, Paul, not to an orgy. Not even to a wake. And Terrence and I'll be there the whole time. You don't have to jump in at the deep end; just start getting your toes wet again. What'a you say?"    * * * *    Paul had to admit that the house was great—a tall Tudor pile on a cliff overlooking the coastal highway with the surf raging below. The basketball court was on the other side of the house from the ocean.    The Ted Holt of the house was the self same guy as the Ted Holt of the commercials. In real life, though, he was much more suave than the man of the TV pitch. His voice wasn't loud and aggressive, and he didn't once try to sell Paul a Corvette, although they spent some time talking 'Vettes, which were a fetish of Paul's. He also was more of a hunk than the commercial promised. He and Paul played skins against Perry's and Terrence's shirts, and, although he was maybe fifteen years older than Paul, Ted's body had been sculpted and maintained better than Paul could ever have afforded. Of course Holt was rolling in money and Paul was a mere national park ranger—not even a full-fledged ranger. He was working in the district office in Santa Barbara now as a clerk—having been permitted to come down from the San Rafael mountains when he'd moved in with Adrian. Most of the time before that, though, he had been a fire spotter up in the mountains, living in a lookout tower and spending his time trying to spot the start of forest fires.    While they played basketball, Ted had rolled out a big plastic Budweiser cooler in the shape of a huge beer can. Inside was beer on ice—all the way down. It was a thirsty type of day. When Ted's houseboy announced that lunch was ready, they all sluiced the sweat off their torsos, toweled off, and went in to a spread of crab claws—and more beer. By the time lunch was over, they'd gotten to the bottom of the Budweiser cooler, and the houseboy sang out that he would refill it and then go back to his quarters.     "Just in time for the golf tournament on TV," Ted said.    "Golf tournament?" Paul asked. "In December?"    "There's a golf tournament going on somewhere in the world every minute of the day," Ted said in a chipper voice. He was flipping channels on the remote with one hand and scratching the patch of hair in his barrel chest with the other. Paul couldn't help but notice what really, really good condition the handsome man was in. There was that age difference. But Adrian had been ten years older than he was and yet hadn't been in as good a condition as Ted was.    Paul shook his head then, though. He was not ready for another relationship. He probably would never be ready for another relationship—especially with an older guy. He couldn't bear having anyone else he cared for die on him. Now if Terrence wanted to die on him . . . he'd been a little pill the entire morning and lunch hour. He was just itching to go over the interior of Ted's house inch by inch.    Almost as if on cue, Terrence said. "The house. I'd love to see the rest of the house."    "Yeah, sure, go right ahead," Ted answered—but not with his full mind. He was flipping channels. "Ah, there it is."    "You found a golf tournament on TV in early December?" Paul asked incredulously.    "Yep. The Florida Winter Championships in Pompano Beach."    "Did I tell you that Ted was a golf nut?" Perry asked, amused. "He'll watch anyone playing golf. If there is more than one golf channel, he'll be signed up for them all."    "Let's go upstairs first," Terrence said. "I have a sudden urge to see the bedrooms."    Perry didn't miss Terrence's meaningful look. Ted didn't seem to catch it, though. He was sinking into the center of an overstuffed sofa in front of the TV, with his eyes glued to the humongous flat screen hanging on the far wall. Paul missed the look too. He was feeling buzzed, not sure he even could climb the stairs, so he plopped down between Ted and the arm of the sofa.    "Grab us another beer, will you, before you go upstairs?" Ted sang out to Perry and Terrence. His face was still focused on the screen. "You want another one too, Paul?"    "Sure, why not?" Paul asked, not giving enough attention to the words "another one." He was already buzzed almost to incapacitation. The last thing he needed under these circumstances was another beer.    When the sound of the feet on the stairs was silenced, Ted turned and looked at Paul. He put the remote down on top of the coffee table and sat, patiently, watching Paul drink the beer.    When Paul crushed the can—or tried unsuccessfully to—and just let it drop on the floor beside the sofa, Ted spoke to him softly, "Paul . . . I want you. Let me fuck you."    There's no guarantee Paul even heard him. "Look, he missed the shot," he said in a slurred voice, looking at the TV and very proud of himself that he had been able to bring his eyes into focus long enough to see that there was an enormous TV set on the wall, let alone that someone had missed the hole in the TV coverage.    A hand on Paul's belly. "This is what you need. I'll be good to you. Please let me fuck you."    "Please" came back as the answer. Whether it was "Yes, please," "No, please," or just an echo of the one word Paul picked up from what Ted was whispering is up for conjecture.    Ted reached over with the other hand, curled it around the back of Paul's neck, leaned over into him, and brought their lips together. Paul opened his lips to Ted and let Ted control the kiss. Ted's other hand worked its way up Paul's thigh, underneath the loose basketball shorts, and found and encased Paul's cock. Paul swiveled until he could lay back across the cushions with his back on the arm of sofa. Ted followed him down, and his lips went down to Paul's nipples.    Paul moaned, "Adrian, Adrian, Adrian."    The hand had left Paul's hardening cock and took one of Paul's hands and moved it below the waistband of Ted's athletic shorts and down to his already-hard cock.    "Let me give you this. You need this. I can be really good to you."    Paul moaned in answer.    Paul's belly was bent over the arm of the sofa, and Ted was covering him close from behind, holding Paul's wrists with his fists, and stroking Paul's channel deep with his sheathed cock when Paul came out of his drunken stupor enough to have any idea where he was and what was happening and who was fucking him.    "Oh, shit, no!" he cried out. "I can't." He struggled up from underneath Ted, who just sat back in the center of the sofa and looked at him with surprise and disappointment as Paul swept up his shorts and briefs from the carpet and ran for the door. Ted hadn't bothered to take Paul's athletic shoes off him.    Paul had no idea how Perry and Terrence made it home that day. He had driven his Jeep, and he had taken off alone. He didn't even have any idea how he made it home that day as buzzed as he was. Within a week he was, by his own request, headed back up in the San Rafael mountains to hide himself away in a fire spotter's tower. The park authority had been delighted he had volunteered for duty up there over the Christmas and New Year's holidays, when it was almost impossible to staff up the isolated forest posts. No one asked him why he had volunteered. They didn't want to hear again how much he missed his boyfriend.    He left without speaking to either Perry or Terrence again. He didn't have much doubt what they'd gone upstairs in Ted's house to do and left him alone with Ted, buzzed—after Perry had said they would be there with him, that they wouldn't leave him alone with Ted. He even half suspected everything had been arranged between the three of them. Holt had more money than he knew what to do with. Terrence could be bought easily, even if Perry couldn't. He knew that if he asked Perry, he'd get the answer that, no matter whether or not it had been planned, it was what Paul needed. But Paul couldn't stop thinking that Holt probably lured a young guy to his house a couple of times a week, fucked him, and then cut him loose.    And of course he didn't contact Ted either. Paul was more embarrassed about what had happened with Ted Holt than angry. Holt was a sexy guy, and obviously a player. He certainly was more into the game than Paul was. Paul was the one who drank the beer and lost control. For all Paul knew Holt had made it clear that he was inviting the three of him because he wanted to fuck Paul and mistakenly thought that this had been conveyed to Paul before he agreed to come.    It had taken him a while to come out of the buzz. He had felt the cock working inside him for several minutes before he had fought to escape it. And he was angry. Not necessarily at Ted; he had some slight remembrance that Ted had asked for permission to fuck him. He was angry at himself—and was feeling disloyal. This, because as he was coming out of his stupor and realized he was being fucked, he remembered imagining that it was Adrian—and then thinking that it couldn't be, because he was getting a much better fuck than Adrian had ever given him.    He . . . just . . . couldn't give in to Perry's argument that this was what he needed. It was disloyal to the memory of Adrian. And somehow it was worse that he hadn't been able to make it even to Christmas before he betrayed Adrian.    * * * *    A week before Christmas Paul had been on top of his tower in the San Rafael mountains for four days, completely alone. He'd had time to think, and each time he started to think about Ted Holt and what had happened in his house, he blotted it out and tried to think about something else. Being alone was what he knew he wanted, what he needed. He spent a lot of time out on the balcony that ran completely around the small, but adequately outfitted crow's nest he lived in 24/7, and scanning his binoculars over the ridge tops, watching for signs of smoke. Not many came up here over the Christmas season, although the weather was still good for camping, other than the surprise snow storm now and again. But those who did come up here in December tended to be less careful than the summer campers.    His digs at the top of the tower consisted essentially of one room with a small bathroom in a corner, the rest of the walls all windows looking out on the mountains and, beyond them, to the west, a glimmer of the ocean. But there was a kitchenette; a table and four dining chairs; a small sofa and overstuffed arm chair; two twin-sized beds, each against a wall, a braided rug in the center of the room; and a desk. No TV, but he did have electricity and a CD player—and, best of all, he had an Internet connection. He hadn't used that much yet, though. He wasn't in the mood to be connected with the world. He'd intended to do some writing while he was up here—but he hadn't done any of that yet either.    So, his days were spent mainly walking the balconies, scanning the ridge tops more than half of his waking moments, trying to read a couple of novels that weren't helping—he saw the mistake of bringing gay novels up here almost immediately—and trying not to think about what he knew he really should be examining in his mind.    The afternoon of the fifth day he saw smoke—up to the northwest, toward the Sierra Madres, but clearly within his own span of responsibility. He was instantly excited by the prospect of activity, not giving a second thought to his professed desire to be alone, and raced down the tower, jumped in the Jeep, and headed down his mountain toward where he had seen the smoke.    It was a fire, but it was a campfire at an established camping site, and the fire was letting off a hell of a lot more smoke than seemed justified by the embers still smoldering. It wasn't near any overhanging trees, and it was well surrounded with rocks, with no brush nearby. Not a danger. Paul felt a little disappointed.    There was a tent nearby, though, and he saw the ripples in the nylon sides of the tents about the time he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. Male sex. Men in deep fuck.    The flap of the tent was full open and snapped back on the sides on either side. He could see a pair of big feet, the toes scrunching up, letting loose, scrunching up. He was drawn to the sound. As he drew closer and could see farther into the tent, he saw the calves that the big feet were attached to and the knees. And he could see the soles of smaller feet, on either side of the calves. And the butt cheeks of a young, well-muscled man. He could see the beefy hands of the man on his back grabbing the slim waist of the smaller man. And he could see the alternating root of a thick cock and a couple of inches of the base of it, as the smaller man, who was straddling the pelvis of the larger man, rose and fell on the impaling cock.    This is exactly what I do not need to see, Paul thought, as he jerked away, went to the Jeep and took a bucket of sand from the back, walked back to the fire and smothered it with sand, and then got back in his Jeep and rode back up to his safe tower on the adjacent mountain top.    Stumbling into the tower room, he went directly to his laptop. He'd check his e-mails, he thought. He hadn't done that in a couple of days. It would wipe the vision of what he'd seen—and how it had aroused him—out of his mind. Fat chance of that his mind sassed back at him, as he switched on his e-mail account. There was a message that there was a large box addressed to him down at park headquarters in Santa Barbara that he could come down and pick up at his convenience.    He'd go later in the afternoon, he decided. He was too fidgety now. He picked one of the gay novels up from beside the laptop, walked over to one of the twin beds, stripped off his trousers and briefs, laid down on the bed, and flipped open the novel to one of the dog-eared pages. Then he masturbated himself to drowsiness and a restless sleep.    When he woke, he showered, and dressed again. Then he drove down the mountain to Santa Barbara. There were a couple of routes he could have taken down the fire trails, but, without a thought, he chose the one going by the encampment where the two guys had been fucking. He pulled up at the side of the road beyond eyesight of the encampment, took out his binoculars, and trained them on the site.    The two were still fucking—or were fucking again. This time they had moved to outside the entrance to the tent. They were on some sort of mat. They both looked like college students—clean-cut, although the bigger one had a tattoo on a shoulder blade—and athletic. The smaller guy was dark headed. He might even have been Hispanic. The bigger guy was a Nordic blond. The smaller guy was on his back, with his legs spread and in the air, held out there by the bigger guy's hands. He was scrabbling at the brush and small rocks nearby with his hands, his mouth was gaping open, and, now that he saw him, Paul realized he could also hear him—but barely—crying out how well and deep he was being taken.    The bigger guy was kneeling between the smaller guy's thighs and moving his buttocks back and forth, rapidly and rhythmically, ramming the smaller guy's ass hard and deep.    Paul let the binoculars drop in the seat beside him—after several minutes of watching—he shook his head to try to dislodge the vision of what he'd seen—not just looked at, but watched for several minutes—and told himself to get a grip on himself. He backed the Jeep up to take a route that didn't go right past the campsite and drove on down into Santa Barbara. 
 The box was rectangular, a foot and a half on each side, and four feet tall. When he asked the guys in the office what it was and who had dropped it off, they just shrugged their shoulders.    "Brought by the post office is my guess," said one. "I wasn't on shift when it was delivered."    "It's Christmas," said the other. "You got a momma who loves you and feels sorry that you drew fire-spotter duty over the season?"    As a matter of fact he did. And it would be just like her to send him something useless in a big package. He was thinking a kid's inflatable swimming pool as he manhandled the box into the back of the Jeep. It was too small to be a Corvette. That's what he really wanted for Christmas.    Going back up the fire trails, he took the same route he'd taken down. He stopped far enough away from the encampment again that he could see the tent with the binoculars but that he couldn't be seen. The tent was there, but no one else was anywhere in the encampment that he could see.    "Shit," he said out loud. Then he admonished himself silently for letting this get his interest—and being disappointed that he couldn't watch two hunks fucking.    The box wasn't hiding something weird from his mother. It was an artificial Christmas tree, all decorated already, even with lights. And there was a long, heavy-duty extension cord provided.    The card read, "I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me. But please also think of me on Christmas." It was signed "Ted H."    Paul smiled—then he scowled and told himself to shape up and get real. He put the box in the corner and tried to forget about it. But the room was too small and the box too big to forget about. It wasn't more than an hour before he was taking it out of the box and measuring the distance he'd need for the extension cord—which was enough. He had everything he needed to attach the Christmas tree to the railing of the tower balcony facing the Sierra Madre mountains, where he could see it from the bed he'd chosen to sleep in.    Then, with a sigh, he started to zap his uninspiring dinner, already beyond sick of his own inability to heat up a TV dinner properly, and fought hard to pretend that being alone up here was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed. Exactly what he deserved.    * * * *    Each day for the next four days, Paul made an excuse—convinced he was fooling himself and that it was no big deal—to drive near the campsite where he'd seen the young men fucking. They never were there, though. The tent was still there, and that was enough to keep drawing Paul back to the site.    It started snowing on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Just lightly, and it only accumulated an inch or so by nightfall. But the snow prompted Paul to accept that it was Christmas. He'd been totally alone for four days now, and it wasn't seeming as great an idea now to be totally by himself as it had been when he decided to come up here. He thought back to what Perry had said about him being a party boy. And he knew that was true. In years past he would be thrice fucked at the Christmas Eve party before Christmas morning had been chimed in. That's how he'd met Adrian—last Christmas Eve. A year ago tonight.    This Christmas Eve he was all alone—and without Adrian. Life changed so quickly. He turned on the lights of the small tree outside on the balcony railing and curled up on his bed and watched the tree. He didn't even have any beer left. Of course, the last time he'd gotten soused in beer hadn't worked out too well. Or hadn't it?    In addition to not wanting to be alone so much now, as Christmas loomed, it wasn't working to not think about Ted Holt either. The more he tried not to think of that afternoon in Ted's house when he'd gotten so drunk and let his guard down, the more he thought about it. And the more he thought about it, the more details about it surfaced. Ted was such a hunk. Substantial, and not just in wealth. He had a good, solid physique—and, yes, he meant the man had a fat cock as well—but none of the solidness of him was fat. All hard muscle. Distinguished sophistication, movie star good looks, those gray sideburns to his silky auburn hair. The way he had walked, upright and with assurance; the confident way he'd played basketball—being better than Paul but not hogging the ball. Showing that he was able to let Paul enjoy himself as much as the more capable Ted did. The flat stomach and even the trimmed bush—and, again, that oversized cock. Hard on that afternoon, hard, Ted had whispered, for him, Paul. Hard inside him.     Ted whispering how perfect Paul's body was and how good Ted wanted to be to it. Paul sighing and moaning in his arms—knowing now that despite his instinct to reject then—that he wanted Ted inside him. Long, hard, thick inside him. That he had known that it really wasn't Adrian. How Paul had whimpered and held his breath as Ted took that first, long slide into him. Holding there, kissing Paul on the throat, whispering, "You're so nice, so warm, so sweet." And then the start of the slow pump.    Paul snapped out of the reverie, jolted back to the present by the shock of someone pounding on his door—the door of his perch high atop a tower, in the middle of nowhere.    "Hey, it's cold and snowing out here. Have mercy on a couple of freezing guys."    Paul got to the door before it opened without his aid—but just barely. A big blond hulk spilled into the room, followed, close on his heels, by a wiry little Hispanic.    "Hi, my name's Mark. This here's Jose. At least I call him Jose. Found him down at a bar in Santa Barbara and brought him camping with me. Has a hole to die for. God, it's gotten cold out there. Freeze the tits off a witch, it would. Saw the Christmas tree from the bottom of the mountain. Too cold and lonely for us down there. Figure the Christmas tree meant you wanted company. Brought the beer. Got any chips?"    The campers Paul had seen fucking down in the tent days previously were now bouncing around his room, suddenly making it much smaller than Paul had thought it to be. The Nordic-looking guy, Mark, was swinging two six packs of beer and just standing there and grinning at Paul. The small Hispanic was moving around the periphery of the room, touching this and that. Unbuttoning his parka. Unbuttoning his shirt. Unbuttoning the fly to his jeans.    Not long afterward, a Christmas CD Mark had brought was blasting out on the player, a gay action movie he'd found on the Internet rolling on the laptop, a collection of empty and crushed beer cans scattered around on the braided rug, Paul was sitting in the overstuffed armchair, his head buzzing from the stark contrast between now and two hours previously in his mountain-top hideaway, and watching Mark and Jose fucking on one of the twin beds.    Both were naked. Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jose was sitting on his cock, facing Paul and giving Paul "this is the good life" looks with his dark, flashing eyes. Mark was holding the little Hispanic's thighs wide and had Jose's legs trapped outside of his. Jose was doing most of the riding, but every so often Mark was leaning back and raising both his and Jose's legs and yodeling, "Ipsey, doddle, here comes Santa's sleigh. And he has a gift for youuuu."    After a while of this, Mark put his chin on Jose's shoulder and called out to Paul, "Jose tells me he wants you to fuck him too."    The look on Jose's face told Paul that either he didn't understand English all that well or that he, indeed, had made this request.    "I don't know . . . I don't . . ."    "You want it. I can tell. You're hard for it."    And, indeed, to his own surprise, Paul's cock had somehow been let out for air and was encased by one of Paul's hands and was engorged. But how was he to say that he didn't enjoy fucking another guy all that much—even though he had done it from time to time. And during Christmas Eve parties too. This, as a matter of fact, was very much like the Christmas Eve parties he'd been to in past years. But he didn't really want to fuck Jose. What he wanted was Mark's cock inside him. No, what he  really  wanted was Ted Holt's cock inside him.    "Come on over. I've warmed him up for you."    Jose was on his back on the bed, holding his own legs up and a spread. Paul was between his thighs, inside him, pumping slowly. Paul's hands were working the little Hispanic's torso and nipples, and Jose was moaning and groaning for him.    Paul felt the hard breath on his neck, smelled the beer, heard the whisper at his ear. "And I want to fuck you."    In response Paul opened the stance of his legs and leaned over more into Jose's torso—and Mark, close behind him, one hand on Paul's waist and the other guiding his own cock, started to work his way inside Paul.    They partied from Christmas Eve through Boxing Day, December 26th. On the morning of the 27th, Paul woke up to a deserted tower room, other than himself and three days worth of party devastation.    The guys weren't at the encampment when he went down the mountain. It wasn't just that they weren't in their tent—there was no tent anymore. They were gone, completely. And they weren't there the next four days he checked either.    It was even more lonely on his mountain top perch now than it had been before the party boys had invaded. That said, it was a lot different Christmas than he had anticipated it would be. And he wasn't sorry about that.    * * * *    It was New Year's Eve and Paul was still alone. The lighted tree was a comfort to him, but he'd take that down tomorrow. Then he'd go down into Santa Barbara to buy books he could read without thinking about what he really wanted to do.    Being up here had certainly changed his perspectives and wants from when he was moping around mourning Adrian. But it had been an entirely different method of change than he'd ever imagined it could be.    Once again the shock hit him and immobilized him for moment when he heard the knock on his door.    "Hi, I hoped you wouldn't want to be alone for New Year's Eve."    It was Ted Holt, bundled up in a fur coat that only a man as distinguished looking as he was could pull off, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and two champagne glasses in the other. He was all white teeth, hunky handsomeness, and a glowing smile.     Ted knelt on Paul's bed, his hands stretched out and holding Paul at the waist, while Paul's buttocks rested on Ted's thighs and Paul's torso arched back away from Ted, his head flopped back and his arms dangling at his sides. Every fiber inside him concentrated on Ted's moving cock deep inside him. Paul had already ejaculated, his cum dribbling down the sides of his cock and into Ted's neatly trimmed bush.    Paul was babbling the ecstasy of having Ted inside him and Ted was murmuring his pleasure at the sweetness of Paul that built to a crescendo of passion as his hips moved faster and faster and his cock thrust deeper and deep.    "Oh, holy shit, I'm going to come." And then he did and the two collapsed on the bed.    Later, both on their sides, Paul was cuddled into Ted's groin from whence Ted had just stopped flowing deep inside Paul's channel again. They were facing the lit Christmas tree and the still-unopened bottle of Champagne on the table, and Ted was stroking Paul's cock, pushing the last of Paul's cum out of it and massaging the white semen into the head of it.    Ted put his mouth next to Paul's ear and, after rimming the ear with his tongue and making Paul moan, he whispered, "I have a confession to make."    "So do I," Paul whispered back.    "I sent those two young men to you," Ted whispered. "I wanted you to have the best Christmas ever. I still believe you needed to be fucked out of the funk you were in."    "I figured that out," Paul answered. "And I fucked with them without them getting me drunk. All of my beer went into that healthy-looking ficus tree over there. If you had been here, I wouldn't have made you get me drunk before fucking me either. I've gotten the point you and Perry were trying to make."    "Is there any way I can make your New Year's better than your Christmas?"    "You already have."    "Would this belated Christmas present take it over the top?"    Paul looked up to see Ted's arm raised and a set of keys dangling from his fingers. The key chain was for a Corvette.    "I want the man in my bed to be driving the best car on my lots." 
   
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