Tessie L'Amour, M. Christian, Leanna Harrow,Andrea Trask, Nan Allen,Aria Grace

Sexy Briefs: Stocking Stuffers

When the Giving Got Good by M. Christian

"Hope you like it," Ophelia said, crossed-legged on their scratchy bulls eye rug, a wide, sweet smile on her face. She was good at a lot of things, finding a parking space on even the most insanely crowded street, making a rum cake that would make the Pope cry, giggling at cartoons, but she wasn't that good at hiding her excitement-not when the perfect spot opened up right in front of her, not when she made a rum cake that actually made her cry, not on Saturday morning just before the PowerPuff Girls, and definitely not on Christmas morning.

"Well, I hope you like mine, too" Henri said, perched on the edge of her favorite chair, a simple blue rocker, fingers knitted together in elegant contemplation. She was good at a lot of things, singing an aria from La Boheme, expounding on Aboriginal culture, debugging Windows — but even she wasn't that good at hiding excitement — not when she hit that note just right, not when she suddenly understood what the Dreamtime was really about, or when she got the damned thing to boot, and definitely not on Christmas morning.

"I know I will," Ophelia said, her tones musical, a wind chime caught in a warm, breeze wind. In photos, she was the beaming one, the bright and shinning one. Hair the color of polished gold, cut into a precious bowl, Ophelia was a sprite, a faery, a nymph: marzipan and spun sugar. Something that should be dancing on the top of the tree.

"And you know that whatever you give me will be wonderful," said Henri, her voice low and rumbling, thunder and deep ocean waves. In photos, she was the dark one, a great mahogany Budha. Hair kinked and curled, only a little blacker than her gleaming obsidian skin, Henri was strength, determination, caution and concentration. She was a mighty oak, a stately sequoia.

In the nearby kitchen, stuck to the white, pebbled metal of the fridge by a magnet disguised as sashimi, surrounded by similarly magnetic letters spelling out elegant haiku (Henri) and girlish dirty words (Ophelia) was one photograph: the sprite with thin white arms around the black Budha. Despite their differences there was a commonality about them, in spite of their different ways of doing it, smiling, and being it, happy, they were doing it obviously with each other, together.

But there was just one picture on the fridge, a photograph of the two of them. Just one. And it wasn't that old: Less than a year, no more than a few months.

“Our first Christmas together. I so excited!” Ophelia said, reaching for her clowns and balloons coffee mug for an experimental sip of still-too-hot-to-really-drink coco.

“I can tell, sweetness,” Henri said, taking a bite of run cake from the plate precariously balanced on the arm of her rocker. “And so am I.”

“I can’t wait for you to see what I got you. I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

“I’m sure I will. I just hope you like mine.”

“Oh, I know it’s going to be fabu,” Ophelia giggled, stretching out to grab a big box wrapped with gold and silver stars, curly ribbons, and a miniature snow-frosted tree, from in front of their cold, unworking fireplace. “’cause it’ll come from you!”

“Oh, you say that,” Henri said, taking another bike of cake and moving the plate down to her feet, “but I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You won’t, silly!” Ophelia slid her big box over to her lover’s sandaled feet, touching unpainted toes to wrapping paper. “Open! Open! Open!”

“Not yet, sweetness,” purred Henri, bending down to retrieve a small brown box from where it had been carefully hidden under her chair. “This is for you.”

“Oooooh,” cooed Ophelia accepting it with reverence, but then shook it once, good and hard, next to her tiny ears, listening for any incriminating sounds. “I can’t wait!”

Henri laughed, a base drum in the small room, the sound rolling off the walls. “It’s a little something, but I hope it shows how much I care for you.”

The sprite looked sad with joy for a moment, but the face wouldn’t hold against her animated features. When it collapsed with a wide grin she bent down, picked up the big box and presented it to Henri. “Ditto! Let’s open them together.”

“Okay, that’s be fun,” Henri’s voice was softer than usual, hushed by nerves. “I just hope you didn’t spend that much, you know we don’t have a lot of money.”

“I know, I know — but it’s Christmas, and Christmas is about giving and getting stuff. Can’t have Christmas without giving and getting, right?”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right, sweetness” Now her great voice was a low squeak. She surreptitiously wiped the back of her right hand under her eyes, hoping that the other girl didn’t notice.

“Besides, silly, it didn’t cost me anything! Not that you’re not worth a lot, I mean.”

Opehlia laughed, a bit deeper, a bit more assured. “I know what you mean. That’s what I did with your gift as well. But you’re priceless.”

“Oh, silly!” Opelia continued to rattle the box, trying to decipher the contents. “I was in the Community Exchange just the other day when I saw it. Your present, I mean. It leaped right out at me, saying ‘I’m just the right thing for Henri! Take me! Take me! You know me, I can never say no to just the right thing,” she stopped rattling, scooted over to rest her head against the big woman’s thigh.

Henri stroked her blond hair. “You are a precious girl, sweetness,” she said, voice cracking yet again. She juggled her own present. “It is awfully heavy. I wonder what it could be?”

“Open! Open! Open!” chirped Ophelia, lifting her head and smiling. “I can’t wait.”

“Do yours too. Come on, we’ll open it together. Funny that you mention the Exchange, because that’s where I got yours. Mary even said that it was the perfect present for you.”

“That’s so funny, Mary said the same about yours as well. She is such a sweetheart, isn’t she?”

“One of the best things in this world, I think. Right up there with you, sweetness.” Tape popped; stretched until it broke over her finger, a bit of cardboard under the wrapping was revealed.

“Oh, you!” Ophelia giggled, while she worked the top off her box.

Paper rustled, some tore, cotton was lifted aside. During, dark eyes glanced over at blue, blue back at dark, watching each other watching each other, hoping for flashes of excitement and happiness, praying against disappointment.

Ophelia first, Henri handicapped by colorful wrapping paper. She held it up in front of her eyes: tiny, silver, and elegant, the soft music it made in their tiny room was clear and sharp. “It’s a bell!” giggled Ophelia, chiming it gently with a rose and gold colored nail. “It’s beautiful!”

“It’s for your nipple ring,” Henri said, bending down to be closer. “So you can wear it always, and so every time it rings you can remember me.”

The sprite sniffled. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said, unable to continue. “It’s really lovely. Really, it’s just that, well, I don’t have my ring anymore, Henri. I’m so sorry! I traded it for… for what I got you.”

Henri was dumb. She looked at the tiny silver chime, listened to the single clear note it still gently played between Ophelia’s fingers. “Oh, sweetness, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, it really is. I’ll keep it in my pocket. I’ll put it on a strong around my neck. It’s wonderful, so special,” she sniffled, loud and long, then looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she said, not really understanding why she said it. “Now you open yours. Open it! I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Okay,” the numb Henri said. Papers peeled completely away, revealing a box. The box was opened, revealing newspapers. Newspapers were pulled out showing something dark and wooden.

Henri held it up. “It’s, it’s — “ she started to say, but didn’t finish.

“It’s a rack! A whip rack! I was it in the Community Exchange and just had to have it. Won’t it be perfect for your flogger? You know, your favorite Jay Marsten toy? Won’t it look wonderful?”

“My flogger? Oh, dear… sweetness…”

“Don’t you like it? I thought it was just right for you. Isn’t it?”

“I think it wonderful. Really, it’s perfect. It’s just that, well, sweetness, I don’t have the flogger anymore. I traded it in… for your bell.”

Ophelia looked at Henri. Henri did the same back at Ophelia. The air grew clear, fragile, like it was going to shatter with tension.

Then Henri bellow with delight, a great explosion of happiness, and dropped down off her chair to grab the little blond sprite. Then Ophelia shrieked with joy, and rose to wrap arms around the big black Buddha while they both laughed and cried, cried and laughed, until they both fell over into a black and white, black and white tumble on the rug.

"My sweetness," Henri said, between long, soulful and quick, innocent kisses, her big arms wrapped around thin, little Ophelia.

"No," Ophelia, dreamy grin on her face, "you're the sweet one. Sweet as anything. As sugar," a kiss on Henri's nose, "as honey," another kiss, same nose, "as frosting on a big piece of cake," another kiss — much longer, much deeper, lips to lips. After a long, slow time, it broke, and Ophelia finished her list with "as love."

Henri smiled, lifting down to lift the thin girl's t-shirt, exposing a buttery expanse of soft tummy. "Au contraire," she said, lifting her head just long enough to playfully wag a finger, "you are the one who is sugar, honey, and frosting. All the good and precious stuff in this world is right here." Back to her rise of belly, a kiss to the silken skin.

"Oh," Ophelia said, voice tender and slightly lost.

"— and right here, of course." Ophelia had started the day out in t-shirt, still on, though pushed up, and comfy, slightly threadbare sweat pants. But not for long. Dark fingers slipped between skin and pants, Henri gently tugged, persistently tugged, and then, when they were down to her ankles, off — tossed into a far corner without a further thought.

"Oh," Ophelia, said voice even more tender, even more lost.

Hands on her thighs, with very little insistence, Henry parted her legs. Eyes wide with glee, and more than a little wonder, she stopped to look, to simply look. After a time she said, repeating but meaning more: "All that's precious and good in the world. Well, my world, at any rate. I could just eat you up."

Another kiss, different set of lips: Henri to Ophelia. Fingers gently stroking down, touching the smaller girl's outer lips, then holding them, pulling just enough to part. Again, a look, a watch, an admiration, before that kiss. After the kiss, lips to clit this time, Henri to Ophelia, another kiss. But then it was more than a kiss, or just a different form of a kiss: lips and tongue, stroking, flicking, washing, following the lifts and tucks, the silken contours of her. In applause, Ophelia cooed and purred, a great blond kitty, and spread her legs a bit more.

No time. Nothing in the world but Henry, kneeling down, lips and tongue, then fingers, playing her lover, playing with her lover. It really wasn't a goal, per se, but it happened anyway: Ophelia's breathing quickened, her thighs tensed, her fingers gripped the rug in itch-filled fists, and then it came out, hissed and screamed out of her.

"Sweet, deliciously sweet — " cooed Henri, running her fingers up and down Ophelia's thighs, tactile applause. "I could just eat you up, nibble on you all day."

"Whew!" the thin blond girl said, springing up — elbows on the rug, propping herself up. A thin strand of gold hair lazily dripped down her forehead. "I do exclaim, I do: whew!"

Henri didn't say anything, she just traced slow, lazy circles on Ophelia's tummy and smiled.

"— and as for who's the tasty one!" Quick, giggling like a maniac, hands suddenly on Henri's wide shoulders, pushing, toppling the bigger woman back. Tangled, this time it was Ophelia on top, Ophelia's hands that were tugging at clothing, revealing the other woman's mountainous, black breasts and even darker, already hardening nipples.

"Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no

…" Henri said, eyes wide, mouth open. "You're not going to — "

"I most certainly am," Ophelia said, her words slurred, her teeth cleanly locked around Henri's nipple. "Asfolutery, ah am."

"Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no," Henri said, her deep voice breaking, straining as the spill of denial flowed from her mouth.

"Weady?" the other girl said, delight and mischief winking in her pale blue eyes.

"Oh, no — " Henri started, but didn't finish. The next words — probably "Oh, no" — were cut off, washed away by a sharp, long hiss as Ophelia's teeth carefully, methodically, bit down onto her swollen nipple.

The squeeze was consummate, the control expert. Pearly white's like exact tools, perfect clamps. Slowly, glacially, Ophelia bit down just a bit more, anywhere else on the body unnoticeable-on Henri's fat, erect nipple, it was like a steel trap teasing at one of her most sensitive points.

Again, a bit more force, again the low hiss that steam whistled out from between Henri's lips, but this time there was something more: a flick, a touch of warm wetness as Ophelia's tongue touched, then grazed, then stroked at the very tip.

The teeth went on, squeezing down harder and harder, the tongue went on, licking, adding something subtle and sweet to the ferocious bite. Sometimes, Henri would come this way, from just Ophelia's precise nibbles to her breasts and nipples. But sometimes she needed, or just wanted something more.

Still leaning back, she freed one arm, turning herself so she wouldn't loose balance, and grabbed hold of Ophelia's left arm. At the touch, the other woman allowed herself to be led: hand grazing the front of Henri's jeans. "Rub me… please," Henri managed to hiss out, the fear of having to move with Ophelia's teeth still locked around her nipple almost pushing her other the edge.

Ophelia smiled, never once releasing her grip, and with that guided arm, she undid Henri's belt, unbuttoned her fly, and snaked her hand down between her thighs.

Warm, at first, then hot. Humid, at first, then steamy — then wet as Ophelia's fingers deftly slipped between her lover's great thighs. There, down among slippery lips, she found what she was looking for, what both of them were hoping for: a hard kernel, a very firm clit.

Lips and teeth tight and relentless, tongue magically adding to it all, Ophelia rubbed Henri's clit, building it all up, pushing her lover up higher and higher — until there was nowhere else to go.

Henri's version was a bellow, a roar, a scream that tensed and released through the whole body. Even one of her legs was sucked into the wonderful release: it kicked and jerked in perfect tune with her heavy breaths, beat of moans and sighs.

She collapsed, falling back onto the rug, arms out at her sides, legs recklessly apart. On top, snuggling up to her breasts, curling around her thighs, Ophelia curled and folded herself so that as much of her was touching the other woman, and that way they both faded, drifted off, and slept, dreaming of sugar, sweetness, heat, steam, and, of course, each other.

Sometime later, one woke — with the other following right after. Grinning just just as they stumbled they got drinks, went to the bathroom, but mostly just stood in the middle of their tiny apartment and kissed: lips to lips, back to white, big to small, love and love.

Few minutes later, after some relief and sips of water, they decided to take a little walk, to enjoy something amazing and absolutely free: the sights and sounds of their nice neighborhood, their lovely city.

When they opened the door they saw the box. Wrapped in pretty, and somewhat familiar, paper: gold stars, pale blue. Very pretty.

Puzzling, they took it inside, tore and peeled back the paper, opened the box. Inside were two simple, but very special, things: a lovely leather flogger, and a tiny silver ring — just perfect for a nipple.

There was also a card. Merry Christmas, my lovely friends. I hope you liked what I gave you. Never forget that presents are just things, and love, and who you love, is the most special gift anyone can give and get in this world. The card was from the Community Exchange, and the signature said Love, Mary.

Big Red and the G.I.L.F. Meet Santa by Tessie L’Amour

On the edge of a dark, forbidding forest in a southern country that was seldom cold, there stood a small, plain village. On the edge of the village stood a small, plain house. And in that house lived a tailor, his small plain wife and his lovely daughter. In the way of such fairy tales, little is known about the tailor and his wife, but the daughter is of utmost importance.

Her name was Maizie, and she was a beautiful young lady, though perhaps too aware of her curvy good looks and the effect a mere flick of her long red hair had on the local boys. She spent her days weaving and sewing dresses, mostly for herself but some for other young ladies in the village and nearby. Maizie would have little to do with the young men who came calling, teasing them and flirting but sending them on their way, despite the significant looks and broad hints by her otherwise insignificant parents that it was time she moved on… and out.

A particularly significant, and persistent, young man was named Henry. He was the son of a farmer who lived near Maizie’s small, plain house, but Henry’s dreams were big and not plain to most. Except for Maizie. She could read Henry like the sign post that pointed away from her house and read, Ye Darke and Forbidding Forest. (Subtle, eh?)

Every few months, and especially at Christmas time, Maizie’s father would follow the sign and the path beyond to a point deep within the forest where the tailor’s former nursemaid lived. Maizie would usually go with, though she was quite frightened of the woman she called Granny, and her father called Nursie (and her mother called the crazy old witch, though Maizie didn’t know that). Maizie would carry a basket and her father would carry food to help Granny make it through. He told Maizie that the basket contained baked goods, though she couldn’t smell any muffins or cakes or bread, and the basket was always tightly latched.

After visiting with Granny for the whole day, Maizie would go to sleep in the small shed across the clearing while her father and Granny stayed up late, probably reminiscing about old times. By the time Maizie woke up, her father was always ready to head back through the dark forest. “Best to get away quickly… in daylight,” he would say with a shudder.

But one year on Christmas day, the very day before their planned trip through the dark and forbidden forest to Granny/Nursie’s house, a huge black bear charged out of the forest as the tailor stood counting his chickens (yes, they had hatched, so it was time), and with one mighty blow, knocked the poor man across the yard. It left soon after, having thrown off the tailor’s count by five, but the tailor was far worse for the wear and could barely crawl to the house.

When Maizie returned home, she cried at the sight of her poor father as he lay injured. Her tears doubled when he told her that she would have travel through the forest on her own to carry the basket and as much food as she could to Granny. “Couldn’t we wait until you are better?” she wailed, but he prevailed with a stern voice and a reminder that “Tis the season” and “She’s a lonely old woman” and similar parental guilt trips that even in fairy tales work their dark magic.

That evening, Maizie sat staring at the forest, wondering what dangers she might encounter. That bear, for instance. As she sat deep in thought, a tap on the shoulder startled her, and she cried out in alarm. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Maizie,” said Henry quickly. “I just came by to see if there was anything I could do to you, I mean for you.” He stopped, flustered. “Oh, Maizie, I’d do just about anything for you.”

Maizie started to look at him scornfully, but then a thought crossed her mind. “You know, there is something you could do,” she said slowly. She hesitated, and then explained Granny and the dark forest path and the basket.

Henry held up his hands and said, “Never. There’s nothing you can say or do that will get me to go through that forest on my own.” He started to turn away, when a bee that had been buzzing nearby landed on Maizie’s neck, and then dropped down the front of her frock.

“Help, help,” Maizie cried, pulling down the front on her frock so that the bee would fly away. After a frantic couple of moments as the bee bounced around angrily against her breasts, it finally escaped and flew off.

“Well, maybe there is something you could do,” Henry said, his eyes wide as saucers as he stared at Maizie’s barely concealed bosom.

Maizie looked down at her heaving chest, back toward the dark and forbidding forest, sideways at Henry’s growing discomfort, and finally over toward the barn with its soft hay. “I guess we could work something out,” she said shyly, and took his hand. Together, they walked (or perhaps ran, but it hardly seems seemly to say so) to the barn door and slipped inside, closing the heavy door behind them.

The barn was dark, with only some light from the evening sky entering through the gaps in the walls. Maizie led Henry toward the hay loft, piled high with hay. She reached out his hand, and as he took it, she pulled him over and then pushed him back into the hay. Henry laughed, puzzled, but stopped when Maize pulled her frock over her head. He leaned forward, hungrily, as she unlaced her undergarments, and slowly slipped them down.

As she pushed her garments down, her breasts popped out, and Henry’s eyes almost popped out as well. Creamy soft and perfectly shaped, these were not the breasts of an ordinary tailor’s daughter, but more like mountains of Paradise topped with delicate peaks. Henry reached forward, and Maizie stopped and let his hands explore the mountains, climb to the peaks.

“Ooh,” she mewed as he leaned forward and took her left nipple in his mouth. “Ooh ooh,” she purred as his fingers played gently with her right nipple. Before getting completely redundant with her oohs, Maizie pushed her clothes off completely, and Henry’s eyes drifted downward even as he continued to graze at the hills of Maizie’s incredible bosom. Once a farmboy, always a farmboy.

Maizie fumbled with the strings holding up Henry’s trousers, and he groaned as her fingers encountered his swollen cock. With an expertise born not of experience but of raw need, Maizie grasped him firmly but gently and caressed him while he writhed with pleasure.

Not one to allow a lady to do all the work, Henry stroked Maizie’s thighs with the palms of his hand, moving toward and then away from her wriggling and eager womanhood. He teased and tantalized her while her gentle but firm hands drove him wild. When at last his fingers traced across the soft down of her nether regions, he found her wet and excited and she thrust herself toward him.

Henry traced his thumb up along Maizie’s moist lips until he gently touched her clit, and she bucked and jerked until his thumb went inside her pussy and she cried out so that they would have been in danger of being heard if anybody had been close by. Reaching his other hand up, Henry pulled Maizie’s head down until their lips met, parted and locked, tongues exploring wildly even while his fingers did the same below.

As Henry’s fingers stroked Maizie’s tender nub, and his other fingers played with her tender nipples, her moans grew loader and faster until the dam burst and her body rocked and Henry could barely hold on to her.

After her wild orgasm slowed, Maizie pulled away and climbed onto him, straddling his waist. She lowered herself down upon him, driving his cock deep within her. It encountered a brief resistance, but this was a maidenhead whose maiden cared for it no longer.

Like a woman possessed, she rode him, her scarlet locks dancing around her head wildly, her breasts bouncing and jiggling like ripe, luscious fruit waiting to be picked. Henry grabbed her ass and encouraged her, though she needed little encouragement. Before long, they exploded again, together this time, their bodies colliding in youthful joy and excitement.

At last, they slowed, and Henry gazed up at the heavenly body above him like Galileo before him, though records do not indicate whether Galileo’s cock was still buried deep within the firmament.

Maizie pulled partway out and saw the bloody traces of her erstwhile maidenhead, both on herself and on Henry’s still erect, and quite impressive, manhood. “My, what a big red rod you have.”

Henry started to object that this was really not the right moment in the tale for such a statement, but then he saw the blood on Maizie and said anxiously, “Maizie, you look a little red riding me.”

Maizie laughed and explained (sex education for boys in their country not being much better than it is today), but her explanation grew rather jumbled as Henry grew distracted and started to move inside her again.

More time passed. Horses in the barn grew jealous of all the riding which didn’t involve them.

Spent, Henry and Maizie lay naked holding each other. At last, Maizie pushed Henry away and started to dress. “You have a long trip ahead of you in the morning,” she said. Henry sighed at the prospect of facing the dark and forbidding forest.

Early the next morning, Maizie stood and gave Henry a lingering kiss and a quick squeeze through his trousers. “Hurry back,” she said, her eyes dancing with promise.

“But how am I to explain myself to your Granny?” Henry asked.

“She’s very short-sighted,” Maizie said, “and deaf. Here, throw my red cloak over your shoulders, and speak in a high-pitched voice. She’ll never know the difference.”

Henry shrugged and hefted the heavy pack of food onto his back, and picked up the basket. Maizie threw the cloak over him, and watched as he trudged into the forest.

Of Henry’s trip through the dark forest, the less said the better. The cloak hung in tatters from the claws of a bear (whether the same or another, Henry didn’t stop to investigate), his right leg was black and blue from a wild boar and the spider bites on his head itched terribly. But what else could you really expect from a dark and forbidding forest?

Henry limped into the clearing. The small cottage where Maizie’s granny lived had a thin stream of smoke coming from the chimney. Taking off his pack and putting down the basket, Henry draped the remnants of the red cloak over his shoulders. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered, and carried the heavy pack and basket to the door and knocked.

“Come in,” called out a raspy voice. Henry pushed open the door and ducked into a dark, somewhat smoky and very warm room. He peered through the dusky light, and as his eyes adjusted, they landed on the woman in the bed. “Who is there?” she asked.

“It’s Maizie,” stammered Henry in a falsetto voice, flustered by the unexpected sight in front of him, “um, Granny.”

“Where is your father, my dear girl?” the woman answered.

“Oh, he couldn’t come,” said Henry.

“Never had that problem with me,” chuckled the woman. “Come closer and give your Granny a hug.”

Henry walked over to the bed. “My, what big, um, hands you have,” he squeaked as Granny wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his butt cheeks hard with both hands.

“The better to squeeze you with my dear,” Granny chortled. Henry broke away and stared at her. She laughed, and in one fluid motion, pulled off her nightgown.

“Holy mother of god, what big breasts you have,” gasped Henry.

“The better for you to squeeze, my dear,” cackled the old woman, pulling down the covers to reveal her very hairy womanly parts.

“Christ on a stick, what a big…”

“Hush, child,” remonstrated the woman. “Don’t you know it is impolite to comment on a woman’s twat? Now, open that basket of yours. If your father isn’t here, you’re going to have to do.” With that, she rolled over, got up on her knees and positioned her large, but luscious ass in the air. “C’mon, honey, Nursie’s been waiting for you.”

Henry stared at her. Though he’d never have believed it possible, he realized that this was a genuine G.I.L.F. He scrabbled with the catch to the basket, and opened it to find a large, black stiff object that looked dreadfully like the large, red stiff object he was currently sporting in his trousers. It had straps, and he realized with awe that it must be something a woman put on so she could simulate being a man.

He dropped it, and looked over at the G.I.L.F. “I don’t need that,” he muttered, and dropped his drawers on the floor. Climbing up on the bed, he aimed his raging, throbbing erection at Nursie’s cunt, though that is like saying you are aimed at the side of a barn. “I… I’ve got a confession to make,” he said, reaching forward and grasping at her sides. “I’m not really Maizie, and this…” he paused to thrust deep inside her, “is not whatever that thing is that was in the basket.”

“Oh, god,” Nursie cried. “Harder, boy, harder. You didn’t hurt my little Maizie, did you?” she said, stopping her backward thrusts for a moment.

“No, I’m here as a favor to her,” Henry grunted, thrusting forward.

“Damn good favor. I hope you gave her some of this first,” Nursie growled, pushing back so that his balls smacked against her rear.

“You bet I did,” Henry said, reaching around her and grabbing great handfuls of her massive breasts.

“Good,” moaned Nursie, “now shut up and fuck me.”

Henry complied. And complied. And after they both came up for air and a brief meal, he complied again, though this time he skipped the large barn door and took the rear entrance. Nursie moaned and writhed and came explosively. “Damn, boy,” she said as she flopped on the bed afterwards, letting Henry suckle on her while she recovered, “you need to do Maizie favors more often.”

Before Henry could answer (not that he would have, because he was quite busy sucking on her breasts), a loud knock came at the door. Both Henry and Nursie stared at the door, but were too startled to answer it. In a moment, it swung open, and in came a jolly man with a white beard. Halfway through the door, he was already slipping his red suit coat off, but when he saw the two of them he stopped.

“Nursie?” he said in a hurt voice. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Santa!” gasped Nursie.

“Santa?” gasped Henry.

“Damn straight, kid, and you’re lying in my place,” answered Santa. “God damn it, I go around giving gifts all over the world to you ungrateful little shits, and when I’m done and need a little naughty time, I find you fucking my G.I.L.F.”

Nursie looked confused. “Wait, what’s a G.I.L.F.?” she asked.

“A Granny I’d Like to Fuck”, answered both Henry and Santa simultaneously.

“Well, then,” Nursie said with a gleam in her eyes, “there’s plenty of Granny to share. But Santa, hurry, as it’s almost dark.”

Santa looked out to see the moon just starting to peek over the edge of the dark forest. “C’mon, kid, hurry.” He rushed out the door, and returned a moment later carrying straps and ropes, several of which he threw toward Henry. “Hang on, kid, you’re not going to believe what happens next. Start tying.”

Henry stared at Santa, and then looked back toward Granny, but what he saw caused him to drop the tangle of ropes. Before his eyes, Granny was growing hair, lots of hair. After a second, Henry grabbed the ropes, bounded over and followed Santa’s lead, frantically tying down Granny while she transformed into a wild wolf-woman with bared teeth and claws, but a body so fascinating and erotic that his erection grew even as he sweated and pulled on the ropes trying to tie her securely.

When the wolf-Granny-Nursie was tied to the bed, Santa stepped back. The beast roared and growled, but the look in its eyes was one of burning lust rather than rage.

“What happened to her?” Henry asked Santa.

Santa laughed, though it was a wilder laugh than he ever gave for the little kiddies. “She does this every month, and if she isn’t tied down, she’d probably kill us, but what she wants, she wants badly, and we’re going to give her.”

“But who, what is she?”

Santa looked at him and smirked. Pushing his suspenders off his shoulders, he stepped out of the rest of his suit. Henry stared at his massive, growing joystick, and made a mental note to make sure that Maizie never got onto Santa’s naughty list.

“You’re in for the ride of your life, kid. Now, get yourself ready, because this here is the Big Bad W.I.L.F., and she’s ready for her presents!”

Christmas Eve by Leanna Harrow

I have news for you, boys: there are horny women out there. There are women walking the streets, in bookstore aisles, riding trains, who are practically crying inside because they want it so bad. Either that, or I’m the only one. But I would put money on the fact that I am not the only one. Especially given what Jason has told me. It’s because of Jason that I don’t have to prowl those aisles, those trains, anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“White wine if you have it thanks” Eve said.

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

“Seven and Seven please” he replied.

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

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

“An absolute stunner” Marion agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too” Eve admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, Evie,” Ellen began “what do you think, will you join us again?” she asked.

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

Reason for the Season by Andrea Trask

"I don't celebrate Christmas," he'd said any time she brought up the holidays, and every time he had backed it up with a slew of reasons: it was tacky, it was complete commercialization, it was too religious and the date for what it was celebrating was totally wrong, it was an attempt to usurp the day of celebration for a completely different religion, it encouraged people to overdo themselves on food and gifts and decoration, and seriously what was the deal with that song about the donkey?

So it was with no small amount of surprise that she got home on Christmas Eve to find him unexpectedly waiting on her doorstep, eyeing disdainfully her neighbor's door across the hall, which was edged with ribbon and covered with wrapping paper to look like a giant present. Before she got a word out, he brought a hand out of his pocket, holding two small glass jars between his thumb and forefinger, one red and one green.

"Merry Christmas," he greeted her with smile, stepping aside so she could fit her key in the door. "I brought you a little something."

"I thought you didn't celebrate Christmas," she said over the jangle of her keys, letting them both in, and shrugging out of her coat, taking his.

"I don't," he said, and held out the two jars, one in each palm. "Pick one."

Eyeing him with a smile, albeit a suspicious one, she looked them over. They each had a little rubber stopper, but neither had any sort of label. There was nothing to tell them apart except the color of the glass. She could see some liquid inside through the red and green.

"The red one," she decided. "What is it?"

"I'll show you." He dropped the green bottle onto the catalog-cluttered table beside her couch, and pulled her in with an arm around her waist. Knowing this dance well enough, her body arched a little to press to his as their mouths met, tongues teasing and twining in the midst of suckles and nibbles. He tasted barely of himself, clean and just a hint of mint, as if he'd brushed before coming over.

He relieved her of her pants, and she pulled out of the kiss to rid herself of her shirt, her bra; she wanted to feel his skin on hers. By the time they were discarded, and his shirt with it, he had the rubber stopper out of the little red bottle and was tilting some of the liquid into his own mouth.

"Hey — I thought you said that was for me!"

"Oh, it is," he grinned, his voice grating a little over the words as he tipped a little of the liquid onto the pads of his thumbs, and stepped back in. She had barely time to register the sweet, spicy scent that wafted with him before his mouth sealed hungrily onto her own, with a burst of heady cinnamon warmth spilling across her tongue from his own. The bite of spice was so sharp it almost hurt, and she squealed into his mouth when his palms cupped her breasts and his moistened thumbs dragged across nipples that were still peaked from the cold of the winter night.

His hands were cool, and the oil was cool — but the spice in it was not, the chill of air upon the liquid giving way to a slow heat, tingling into her nipples. His thumbs pressed them, rubbing gently to massage the oil into her flesh.

Only when it was approaching unbearable did she step back, sucking in cool air that further inflamed her mouth, and she stared at him, asking with a small cough, "cinnamon?"

"Bingo." He scooped up the little green jar and popped the stopper, offering it to her. "And wintergreen."

She could smell it even before she got it under her nose, that familiar scent so often found sweetened in the middle of breath fresheners. As she brought it to her lips and darted her tongue out to catch a bit of the moistness on the rim, he shucked the remainder of his clothes so eagerly his cock wobbled before him.

"This is for me too?" she lifted the little jar, quirking an eyebrow, and he nodded. Stepping in, he rubbed her hips and hooked his thumbs into the edge of her panties. "Yup. Although I've got to be honest, they're a little bit for me, too."

He went to his knees as he slid her panties down, holding them for her to step out of. Then, looking up to meet her eyes, he tilted most of what was left in the red bottle into his mouth, swirling it quite obviously around and then swallowing, barking out a laughing cough as he tried to catch his breath. The warm, sweet scent of it wafted up to her, twining with the wintergreen — and she grinned wickedly at the challenge in his gaze.

Her feet spread, and he bent his head, back arching to push between her thighs and burrow upward, tongue thrusting into the soft cleft of her sex. She had a moment to feel very simply him, the push of his stiffened tongue shoving across her clit and up into the narrows of her passage, the press of his lips. Then the cinnamon oil caught hold in a burst of heat, her skin tingling and aching with it, the sudden rush of blood bringing with it a rush of her own wet. She cried out as one of his fingers delved up inside her. From the magma heat it drilled up into her he'd gotten quite a bit of oil on it, too.

Then he rocked back on his heels, lips flush with the spice, and her own lips throbbed almost numb with the prickling heat of it. She was panting, flushed with the chase of blood beneath her skin — a dribble of the wintergreen oil had spilled, was trickling across the knuckle of her thumb.

Watching him watching her, trying to keep from simply pressing her legs together and grinding out a hot fast one, she laved the droplet up. The wintergreen ran through the center of the cinnamon heat in her mouth like a rush of winter wind through a door left ajar, and she gasped to feel how it left its own tingle in its wake.

Licking his lips, he leaned back and pulled himself onto her couch, his penis positively quivering as he waited. Swallowing hard (and feeling the heat from the cinnamon creeping down her throat), she lifted the little green jar and followed suit, tilting a good measure into her mouth and swishing it around, even as she moved to straddle his head.

By the time her mouth engulfed the head of his cock, the spark-heat of his cinnamon-tainted mouth was fixed upon her pussy, and her mouth felt like she'd been blowing Jack Frost. It was deliciously satisfying to feel how his hips lurched, how he was squirming as much as she while the bitingly cold tingle of the mint seeped into his cock flesh.

It was hard to catch her breath with any one of these things going on — the mint, the cinnamon, him feasting between her thighs, his shaft filling her mouth — and only a few minutes of all of them combined had her heart pounding and her breath stuttering between her lips. She pulled off him with an exhalation that made him groan into her, squirming as her warm breath skittered down his saliva-and-wintergreen painted cock.

Without a word she got up on shaky legs, just long enough to turn about and straddle his hips. He shifted, she adjusted, and the head of his shaft nestled into her nether lips. She sank, he thrust, and a shaft of tingling cold drove up into the unbearable burning heat that he'd awakened at the crux of her thighs. She shrieked and rocked hard, fast and hungry for the sweet clench and explosion of her orgasm. She rode through it as he rose and fell feverishly under her, and it wasn't until after he had tugged her off to spend against the cleft of her buttocks that she finally lay down across him, shivering her way into afterglow while her groin both cooled and burned.

"Thought you didn't celebrate Christmas…" she murmured again, teasing accusation in her otherwise satisfied tone.

"No," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her middle and idly tracing oil-damp fingers down her spine. "But you do."

A Christmas to Remember by Nan Allen

Ben couldn’t believe he was only minutes away from seeing his wife Margo. It was the first time they were going to be in the same state, much less the same room, since she deployed to Florida a little more than six months ago. She had been sent there to help with the detainment of Cubans trying to come into U.S.

He had been working on the plans since she called and told him she would be able to come home for one night to celebrate Christmas. If everything came together, it was going to be an amazing night together. They lived too far from the airport to be able to go home for just one night so he’d reserved a room at a hotel not very far from the airport that had themed rooms like ones for BDSM, medical, jungle, and much more. It was expensive but she was worth it.

Ben stopped pacing the baggage area to check out his reflection in the window. The black tailored suit he was wearing fit his slim but muscular body perfectly. His black hair, though a bit longer than he usually wore it, was held in place with a bit of hair gel and his face was clean-shaven, just how Margo liked it. Satisfied with his appearance, he glanced at his watch-her present to him for Christmas-and wondered where she was. Her flight had landed twenty minutes ago.

Margo appeared at the top of the escalator. She was wearing her Army dress uniform with her short brown hair covered with dress cap and just enough make-up on to accentuate her lips and cheeks. The uniform was snug, which helped to emphasis her full hips and round bottom, and she looked amazing. Ben had been half-hard in anticipation of seeing her but when he saw her, his cock sprung to attention and strained against his pants.

Her face lit up when she saw him and she ran down the escalator stairs the rest of the passengers from her flight then the short distance to where he was standing. She threw her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug then kissed her hungrily. It didn’t matter to either of them that there were more than one hundreds sets of eyes watching their reunion.

“Baby, I’m so happy to see you,” he whispered when the kiss ended and hugged her tightly.

“I can tell,” she giggled as she discretely ran her finger along the length of his cock. He moaned softly and could feel a wet spot forming on his pants from the precum that was leaking out the tip. She slipped something into his pocket.

“Check your pocket while I get my bag,” Margo whispered then turned to the luggage carousel to wait for her small suitcase to appear.

Ben admired her ass and slim legs as she walked away. He slid his hand into his pocket to find out what she’d put there-her thong underwear. The fabric that had been covering her pussy was soaked with her juices. His cock twitched in his pants and the precum was now oozing out the tip. Ben hadn’t been this hard since the night before she left for Florida. They had spent the entire night in their king-size bed and he had come more in those eight hours before the taxi arrived to pick her up than in the previous month.

“I need you,” Ben said urgently when she returned to where he was standing. He took the bag from her. “I know a discrete place on the way to the hotel.”

She replied by giving him a long kiss and pressing her body tight against his. He cupped her ass and pulled her tighter against his body as her lips parted and invited his tongue into her mouth. They could hear people clearing their throats as the kiss got deeper but they didn’t care. Being together again and a night filled with sex was all they could think about.

They were breathless when the kiss ended. “Let’s go or I will have to take you right here,” he whispered into her ear then picked up her bag and grabbed her hand.

Ben led her out of the airport to the short term parking, where his convertible Beetle was parked. He unlocked the door and opened it for her. When she was safely inside, he closed the door and put her bag in the trunk.

Ben got in on the driver side and leaned across the center console to kiss Margo again. His hand slid inside the jacket to cup her breast as his tongue found its way into her mouth again. “God I have missed you,” he gasped against her lips. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you.”

“I’ve been wet since before I got on the plane,” Margo confessed. “I watched that video you made me and fucked myself with my dildo before I left the barracks, but I needed more… I need to feel your cock twitching inside me.”

“Oh god,” Ben groaned. “I think I came just a little bit.”

They both looked down at his pants and saw an obvious wet spot. Margo giggled. “You better save some for me!”

“Don’t worry about that baby, there’s plenty of cum for you,” he replied with a smile. “I haven’t touched myself for two weeks. You’re going to be filled and covered with so much cum this weekend you’ll think you’d been at an orgy.”

Ben turned the keys in the ignition and the engine roared to life then he pulled out of the parking spot. He glanced at Margo as he drove out of the parking garage. At the exit, he gave the attendant the ticket and a few dollars to cover the cost.

“How was the flight?” he asked, changing the subject. If they continued talking about how much they wanted to fuck or he kept touching her, he was going to waste his first load in his pants.

“Not bad, blissfully not overcrowded,” Margo answered as she tightened the muscles of her pussy as she practiced some Kegel exercises to prep it for Ben’s cock. Even though she regularly used the dildo that they’d created from a mold of his cock, she wanted her pussy to be tight and ready to welcome all eight and a half inches of his thick cock.

“Good, good. How have things been at work? Donna still being a bitch?”

He noticed the muscles of her thighs tightening. Was she trying to get herself off? His cock twitched at the thought.

“She’s backed off since I discovered she’s fucking Captain Fitz. Seems she isn’t all that fond of the idea of anyone finding out that’s why she never gets any of the shitty jobs, or having to face his wife,” Margo replied. “Otherwise it has been same old same old.”

Ben took the next exit and wound his way through the town to a deserted industrial area. He drove over a bumpy area then came to a stop in front of an empty building, right on the mark he’d put down earlier that day.

“What are we doing here?” Margo asked as she looked around.

“I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you at the airport. I can’t wait until we get to the hotel,” he replied, his voice deep and lusty. He got out of the car and walked around to her door then opened it and helped her out. Ben pressed the record button on the remote in his pocket as he guided her to the front of his car. He was thankful they lived in New Mexico and it was still warm at Christmas.

“What is that?” she asked coyly.

He didn’t reply as he led her to the front of the car then kissed her. His hands reached down to the bottom of her skirt and started to pull it up to her hips, exposing her bare pussy to the late morning air. Margo gasped as he lifted her onto the hood of the car and spread her legs wide.

“What if someone drives by?” she asked nervously.

“A friend told me about this. He said the place is very secure and you don’t have to worry about that,” he answered. “Just lay back and enjoy.”

Ben leaned down and kissed her freshly shaved pussy lips. He held her legs wide open with a hand on each of her slim pale thighs as his tongue slid between her lower lips.

“Oh god, Ben!” Margo cried out when his tongue flicked against her clit. He could feel her body reacting to his tongue and continued to lick and suck on her clit. She was so turned on and he could see her juices dripping onto the hood.

Ben couldn’t believe how amazing she tasted, it was so much better than he remembered. He drove his tongue into her pussy and lapped up her juices. Margo’s moans and trembling body let him know he was doing all the right things. He could feel her getting close and trailed his tongue up to her clit. He licked and sucked on it hungrily, eager to feel her come against his mouth.

“Oh hon, I’m going to come,” Margo gasped as she pressed his head against her pussy. “Don’t stop… please… oh god!”

He smiled as he pressed her legs open wider and sucked hard on her clit. Her body started quiver and she cried out, “Ben! Oh god! I’m coming!”

Ben eased off as her orgasm subsided but didn’t stop eating her. She fell back against the hood, breathing heavily. “Please hon, no more… it is too much,” she begged. Ben ignored her and kept going, but licked further away from her sensitive clit. He loved the feel of the small aftershocks rocking her body.

“Hold your legs open,” Ben ordered as he stood up. He watched her hands grip her knees, holding her legs wide open, then looked down at her glistening pussy. “You taste better than I remembered but you still cum as hard as I remembered.”

Margo cheeks turned a bright red. Ben smiled as he caressed her blush then unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her bra. He slipped her right breast out of her bra and sucked hungrily on the nipple as his other hand pressed against her mound. He slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

“Oh yes,” Margo moaned, her eyes rolled back into her head as Ben used his hand and mouth to bring her close to the edge again. He loved feeling her body shake and knowing he was the cause.

“Come for me baby,” he whispered around her nipple. She whimpered loudly and pulled her legs as wide as she could. “Just like that baby.”

“Ben… oh my… oh!” Margo cried out as her orgasm coursed through her body. She covered his hand with her juices and he watched her face over the top of her breast as she exploded again. When she finished she slumped against the hood, exhausted.

“You glow when you come hard like that,” he commented as he helped her to sit up. He pressed the stop button on the remote while she got dressed. Margo blushed again.

"I want to suck on your cock," she said as she slid off the hood and pressed her body against his. Margo ran her fingers down his chest and over his stomach to his cock then pressed her hand against the length of it. Ben groaned as she massaged it and could feel the precum dripping down the side of his cock.

"At the hotel, baby," he replied and pulled away. His cock was straining against his pants even more and he would have loved to have her suck him off there but it wasn’t part of the plan. He opened her door again then got in on the driver side. “It isn’t far from here.”

Ben drove as fast as he could to the hotel. He’d been there the day before setting up the room with the cameras, decorating it for Christmas, and stocking the small fridge with water and snacks. He pulled into the virtually deserted hotel and parked in front of room twelve.

“We’re already signed in,” Ben told her as he turned off the car. “I just have to grab your bag from the trunk.”

Margo walked to the door and waited for him. When Ben reached into his pocket to get the room key, he pressed the record button on the remote for the cameras that was also in his pocket. He knew his wife was going to unzip his pants before the door closed and he didn’t want to miss a second of the action.

As he suspected, she didn’t give him time to even set the bag down or the door to close before she pressed her body against his and gave him a heart-stopping kiss. Margo unzipped his pants then dropped to her knees before she eased his throbbing cock from its confines.

Neither of them spoke as Margo kissed the tip of his cock before parting her lips and letting the tip pop into her mouth. Ben groaned as the warm moist wetness enveloped his cock as Margo took more of it into her mouth with each bob of her head. He watched as his cock slid between her soft lips and felt her tongue swirling around the shaft.

Margo slid his pants down over his hips to pool around his ankles as she sucked on his cock. She reached around him and massaged his ass cheeks as her mouth worked its magic. Ben moaned loudly as she teased his ass hole with the tip of her finger then deep-throated him.

“I’m gonna come in a minute,” Ben warned. Margo replied by cupping his balls and ever so lightly pulling down on them. He loved when she did that, especially just before he was about to dump a thick, heavy load of cum down her throat. “Oh fuck Margo! You know what that does to me!”

Ben threw back his head as she started to suck hard on just the head with her fingers wrapped around the shaft, moving up and down quickly. She pulled down on his balls more until he was about to scream then he suddenly exploded in her mouth.

“Swallow it all baby,” he begged as his cock spurted his hot thick cum into her mouth. Margo released his balls and focused on swallowing and not letting it drip down her chin. He couldn’t believe how much he came as he slumped back against the door and his spent cock slipped from her mouth.

“Did you like that?” Margo asked as she looked up at him.

“You know I did,” he replied with a satisfied smile. “But I think I need to recoup for a few minutes. I haven’t come that much in six months.”

Margo giggled and stood up. She turned and looked around. Ben had chosen the Anniversary Suite, which featured velvety curtains, heart-shaped pillows and accents, posh bed linens, and furniture pieces that were designed to also be used for sex play. Because it was Christmas, he had hung holiday lights around the room and there was a stocking filled with goodies for them to use over the course of the weekend. He’d bought a small Norfolk pine tree that was pre-decorated and put it in the middle of the desk. There were several small wrapped presents under the tree.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed and kissed him again.

“Merry Christmas!” Ben said when she pulled away.

“You, too, baby,” she replied. “Get undressed then lay on the bed and I’ll do a little strip tease for you. That always gets you hot.”

“Oh hells yeah,” Ben replied. He quickly finished undressing and hung the pants and jacket neatly on hangers-he was going to need to wear them later when they went out to dinner. Ben moved to the middle of the bed and turned towards where Margo was standing. She was standing in front of the TV so he could see the reflection of her backside on the dark screen.

Margo smiled as she removed her hat, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed, then slipped off her jacket and swirled it over her head before letting it fly from her hands and land on the floor. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt as she swayed her body sexily. Ben whistled as she pulled it off and threw it on top of the jacket.

He could feel his cock starting to stir again as she unfastened her bra and removed it, allowing her full breasts to be exposed. Margo ran her hands over the mounds of flesh and teased the nipples with the tips of her fingers to make them harder. Ben loved watching his wife touch herself and his cock was making sure his appreciation of her actions was noted.

“Oh yeah, baby… suck your nipple,” Ben said as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his cock and slowly started jerking himself off. Margo smiled as she lifted her right breast to her mouth. She slowly licked around the nipple with the tip of her tongue then sucked on it. Ben moaned his approval and his hand started to move faster on his cock.

“Do you want to see the rest?” Margo asked coyly. Her hands were massaging her breasts again as she watched him masturbate.

“Oh yeah! Show me your glistening pussy,” he answered. She giggled then let her hands slide down her body to the waist of her skirt. He slowed the motions on his cock as he watched her slowly unbutton then unzip the skirt. She wiggled her hips and the skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor at her feet. Ben nearly came at the sight of her naked body standing before him.

“Come ride my cock,” he begged as she gyrated around in front of the TV. Margo grinned as she climbed onto the bed then crawled along his body until she was face to face with him. He reached up and pulled her face to his and kissed her hungrily as she straddled his hips.

“Are you ready?” Margo asked as she pulled away from his kiss. Her pussy was poised just over the tip of his cock, which was twitching in anticipation.

Ben looked into her eyes and nodded his head, unable to speak. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock. He groaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in its hot steamy wetness and resisted the urge to lift his hips and impale her with all of his cock in one lusty thrust.

Margo watched his face as his cock filled her pussy and she moved her pussy up and down his thick hard cock. He reached up and caressed her breasts, massaging the flesh with his fingertips. She moaned when he lightly pinched her nipples at the same time and tugged on them, and her pussy contracted around his cock in retaliation.

“God how I missed your pussy,” Ben whispered as she moved faster on his cock.

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” she replied. “I need to feel you fucking me hard.”

“In a minute baby, your pussy feels too good right now to change anything,” he said as he thrusted his cock up into her.

“Oh god,” Margo begged. “Please… I need you to fuck me deep and hard.”

Ben ignored her request as he continued to thrust his cock into her and play with her breasts. He loved it when she would ride him like this. It wasn’t her favorite position so when she was willing to do it he took full advantage of it for as long as possible.

“Please Ben… I need it,” she begged again.

“Get on your hands and knees, facing the TV,” Ben replied as he suddenly pulled out of her. She whimpered in protest, she felt so empty without him inside her. Margo moved into position as Ben slid off the bed and picked up the stocking. She turned her head to watch him and her eyes opened wide when she saw him pull out a large black butt plug.

“That’s too big!” Margo exclaimed. Ben grinned evilly.

“It is no bigger than my cock,” he replied as he rubbed it against her ass. “I’ll prove it.”

Ben slowly pressed the plug into her pussy as far as it would go, causing Margo to moan loudly. He gently fucked her with the toy, getting it completely covered with her juices. “Hold that inside,” he told her after he pushed it back in.

He pulled a tube of lube out of the stocking and put a dollop on his index finger, then pressed it against Margo’s ass hole. She gasped as Ben’s finger filled her ass and he massaged the muscles to loosen them up. “Do you think you’re ready for the plug in your ass?” Ben asked.

“Oh god, I don’t think I can handle it,” Margo whimpered.

“I have faith in you,” he said as he pulled his finger out of her ass then pulled the butt plug out of her pussy. She whimpered at the feeling of emptiness and held her breath as he pressed the tip of it against her ass hole.

“Slowly,” she begged as she breathed deeply and tried to relax her ass muscles to allow the toy to enter. Margo sighed with relief when Ben stopped pushing then saw the smile on his face. He blew her a kiss then shoved the last three inches in one go.

"Oh fuck!" Margo cried out as her ass was spread wide. Ben made sure the plug wasn't going to come out then moved around the bed and kissed her softly.

"I knew you could do it," he whispered then kissed her again. "Suck on my cock and if you can keep the plug in, I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

Margo carefully leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. Her hair being pulled back to meet Army regulations meant he didn’t have to worry about her hair falling and blocking the shots of her sucking his cock, or his viewing pleasure. Ben moaned when she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He’d missed her soft sweet lips, warm mouth and needy throat.

She teased and licked the tip as it sat between her lips, making sure to spend extra time with the sensitive underside. “Oh yeah baby, right there,” he moaned as he watched her mouth on his cock.

Ben couldn’t take the teasing anymore as he placed his hands on either side of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. He shoved more of his cock into her mouth with each thrust, forcing it in down her throat. “Take it all baby, touch my pubes with your lips,” he encouraged as he fucked her mouth.

Margo readjusted the angle of her head and tapped the bed, their signal for him to drive it all the way home. Ben pulled out almost completely then thrusted his hips forward and filled her mouth and throat completely with his cock. She started to gag and he pulled out slightly then pushed it back all the way in again.

“Oh god… that’s so fucking good,” he groaned. Very few things could beat the feeling of his cock buried to the hilt in his wife’s mouth. He begrudgingly slid his cock from the snug warm moistness of her mouth, knowing that if he kept it there much longer he would be filling her mouth again instead of her pussy. “Are you ready to feel my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes!” Margo answered, though it sounded more like begging than an answer. Ben kissed her again then moved behind her on the bed. He checked to make sure the butt plug was still firmly in place then guided his cock to her entrance until he was just barely touching it and could feel the heat emanating from her pussy.

“Look up,” he said. “I want to see your face when I fill you with my cock.”

Margo lifted her head and looked at his face in the reflection of the TV screen. “Please Ben… no more teasing. Please fuck me.”

Wordlessly he drove his cock into her as far as he could. She was so wet and ready for him that there was no resistance. They both gasped as he filled her completely. Margo was tight naturally but the toy in her ass made her even tighter and he nearly came. “Baby… I’m not going to be able to hold back for long,” he warned her.

“Just fucking fuck me,” Margo replied as she tightened her pussy muscles around his cock.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Ben pounded his cock in and out of her pussy, her juices spilling out and dripping down to his balls. Margo gripped the comforter as her husband fucked her hard and deep. She stared at his face in the TV screen as he fucked her, noticing her breasts swaying.

“Your cock feels so fucking good,” Margo whimpered as he impaled her with his cock. “Harder… faster.”

“Oh baby… I’m so close,” he moaned as he reached around her waist and started rubbing her clit as he increased the pace and tried to drill his cock deep inside her with each thrust. He wanted to feel her come with him and this was the fastest way to make that happen. “Come with me… please… baby!”

Margo closed her eyes as he worked his magic. He watched for her breathing to change and the ever-familiar muscle tightening that happened as she started to come. It didn’t take long for her to get to the edge. “Ben… oh… I’m almost there… oh fuck… yes… rub my clit faster!”

Ben bit his lip to hold back his orgasm; he was so close but wanted to feel the rippling of her pussy around his cock before he came. It was all too much and he couldn’t control it any longer. “Oh fuck… here it… comes!”

He drove his cock deep inside her pussy and started to come. Spurt after spurt of his cum filled her pussy as he rubbed her clit faster and harder. When he felt the first twinge of her orgasm he started fucking her again.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Margo cried out. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!”

Ben had no intentions of stopping until she begged him to. He continued to fuck her and play with her clit as she came over and over again. His cock had gotten really hard again. “Can I fuck your ass?” he begged.

“Yes!” Margo screamed as her body continued to orgasm. Ben slipped his cock from her pussy as he pulled the butt plug from her ass. She gasped at the feeling of both of her holes being so empty then gasped louder when he shoved his cock into her ass.

“Oh god baby,” he cried out. “I’m gonna fill your ass.”

“Fuck me!” she replied and pushed back against him as she dropped her head to the bed. Ben forgot all about her clit as he gripped her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and fucked her ass as fast and deep as he could.

The motion in her ass was too much and Margo started to come again. Her contracting ass muscles milked his cock and Ben couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m coming!” Ben cried out as he shoved his cock to the hilt into her ass and exploded. He filled her ass with what little cum was left then slumped over her as he enjoyed the twinges around his cock from her ass muscles.

When he finally pulled out of her, he rolled to the side, his cock spent and his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasms. He moved his head so he could watch his cum drip out of her ass and pussy. “Push my cum out,” he said then watched her tighten the muscles and force more of his cum to drip out.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” he said as the last bits spilled out. “Come here baby.”

Margo turned around and crawled up the bed, then laid next to him. “Thank you baby, that was amazing.”

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Ben replied then kissed her softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ben. Merry Christmas!” she said then closed her eyes as they snuggled close. They both drifted off to sleep.

When Ben woke up it was late afternoon. Margo was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked. He tried to sit up but realized he was tied to the bed.

“What’s going on?” he demanded as he tugged on the ropes. Ben turned to look at the clock-they only had an hour before their dinner reservations.

“I thought we could try a bit of role reversal,” Margo answered coyly as she stood up and walked around the bed. She leaned down and kissed his lips.

“We have reservations in an hour,” he said in an attempt to get her to untie him.

“No problem,” she said. “We’ll have plenty of time.”

Her hand rested on his chest next to his nipple and she traced around it with her manicured nail. He lifted off the bed when she grasped the nipple and squeezed it hard.

“Fuck! That hurt!” Ben cried out.

“Aww! Let me kiss it and make it feel better,” she said then softly kissed it. He lifted off the bed again when she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard on it. Margo suckled it for several minutes as she teased the other nipple with her fingers, lightly pulling and squeezing it.

“Please, no more,” he begged.

“I think you like it,” Margo replied as she used her fingertips to caress his cock, which was standing at attention.

“Margo…”

“Yes hon?”

Ben blushed and couldn’t finish his sentence. She giggled and focused on his cock, which she’d taken the liberty of cleaning while he slept.

“You seem to very much like it,” she cooed as she scooped a drop of precum onto her finger and wiped it off on his lips. He couldn’t help but taste himself. It was a bit salty but not all that unpleasant. “Lift your legs up and hold them there.”

Ben did as she requested. “I don’t know how long I can keep them up here without my hands to hold them,” he said.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to hold them up long enough,” she said as she disappeared into the bathroom. She returned with the butt plug that he’d put in her ass earlier. It had been cleaned and was glistening with lube. “Do I have your permission to put this toy in your ass?”

He wanted to scream, “Fuck no!” Instead, he nodded his head and answered, “Yes.”

She smiled then, wordlessly, pressed the tip of the toy against his puckering ass hole. They’d experimented with toys in his ass before and he’d enjoyed them but it was never with anything this big. While he knew her ass had been able to take it, he wasn’t convinced it would fit so easily in his. After all, she was very experienced with anal sex.

Ben grimaced as Margo slowly pushed the toy into his ass. “Slower,” he hissed through gritted teeth and tried to relax his ass muscles so it would slide in easier.

When it was most of the way in Margo started to fuck his ass slowly with it. Ben could feel his cock twitching each time the toy pressed against his prostate gland and willed himself not to cum yet as precum oozed from the tip. Suddenly she paused and a second later, she shoved the plug completely into his ass.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck!” Ben yelled then bit his lip hard. It didn’t hurt but it nearly made him come.

“How does that feel?” Margo asked as she helped him to lower his legs then straddled his hips. Her pussy was hovering dangerously close to his cock.

“Very big!”

She laughed. “Yes, it does. But it feels good too, huh?”

Ben nodded his head, unable to speak as he tried not to lift his hips and drive his cock into her hot wet pussy. His cock twitched in anticipation of her soft wet tunnel lowering onto it. Margo slid her pussy along the shaft and used the head to rub against her clit. “Oh yeah, I like that,” she moaned and continued to pleasure herself.

He was going mad as she took her time playing with his cock. “Please Margo, for the love of god, fuck my cock!” he finally begged.

Margo smiled then slowly lowered her pussy onto his cock. He whimpered loudly as it enveloped his cock and he very nearly came. As she rode him, Margo played with her breasts, sucking and licking the nipples as she massaged them. After several minutes she leaned forward and smothered him with them as she whispered, “Fuck my pussy.”

Ben licked, sucked and chewed on her nipples and breasts as he drove his cock up into her pussy. His body was a live wire as he lost control suddenly and filled her with his cum, his ass tightening around the plug in his ass. “Oh fuck!” he screamed as he exploded harder than he had earlier, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Margo sat up again and rubbed her clit with one hand and squeezed a nipple with the other as she bounced up and down on his softening cock. “Oh yeah hon… I’m so close… oh… oh… fuck… I’m coming!” she gasped a few minutes later.

Somehow, his cock managed to spurt more cum in reaction to her orgasm. Ben collapsed against the bed, breathing hard as his cock twitched inside Margo. He groaned when she slid off him, and closed his eyes as she pulled the toy slowly out of his ass. “Oh god, my ass feels so empty.”

She laughed as she untied him. “Welcome to my world.”

“We need to get ready,” Ben said as he looked at the clock.

“I’ll take the first shower,” she said as she got off the bed then went into the bathroom. While she showered, Ben turned off the cameras. The video he was going to make of their weekend was going to be so hot. He knew he would come many times while editing then watching the video, and hoped Margo would feel the same way.

He pulled a pair of jeans out of the bag and went out to the car to get the dress he’d brought for her to wear to dinner — it was a deep red dress that would accentuate her ass and breasts as well as show off her sexy legs. He laid it on the bed for her to see when she came out of the bathroom. She squealed when she saw it.

While she got dressed, Ben took a shower then put his suit back on. When he came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the dress and had her hair and make-up done up special.

“You’re beautiful,” Ben whispered as he pulled her close. “I’m the luckiest man.”

“You clean up nice too,” she replied. “Ready to go? I’m famished!”

Ben’s stomached grumbled hungrily in response and they laughed. Ben opened the door for her then flipped out the light. A limo was parked behind his car. “I figured we’d both enjoy the night,” he said.

The driver opened the door and they climbed inside. There was an open bottle of champagne, the expensive stuff, and two glasses filled with the bubbly liquid. Ben handed her one of the glasses then clinked his against hers. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” she replied and they emptied the liquid in one swallow.

The rest of the night was spent drinking as much wine as they could and eating the most sumptuous meal either had since their last night together before Marge had been deployed. When they were done they staggered outside to the waiting limo and were delivered back to the hotel. They fell into bed and slept through the night.

The phone rang at 10:30 a.m. to wake them up. They quickly packed up and Ben drove Margo back to the airport. On his way back to the hotel, Ben picked up the camera at the deserted industrial park and retrieved the ones from the hotel room then took down the holiday decorations.

He sped home to review the footage. Ben connected the laptop to the huge flat screen monitor on his desk and played the video from the first camera. He couldn’t stop himself from jerking off as he watched himself going down on his wife. He came again while he was watching the hotel video.

A week and many orgasms later, he dropped a DVD labeled, “Christmas 2012,” into the mail for Margo. After she watched it, she called him.

“I love it, and you. Thank you!”

“I hope you have many wonderful orgasms,” he said.

“I am sure I will. Just promise me you won’t wear your cock out before I get home.”

They laughed then hung up. It was definitely a Christmas to remember.

First Christmas by Aria Grace

Working late is never fun but when you have to do it on Christmas Eve, it’s downright depressing. I was there partly by choice and partly by circumstance but as the hours ticked away, so did my cheery disposition. Since my parents ditched me for a white Christmas in New York with my brother, I’d decided to spend the entire month of December working my ass off trying to meet an unrealistic deadline. No one else in the office seemed concerned about it but they must have known that I’d get the work done since I had no family in town and no social life to speak of. Hooray for me.

The heater kept kicking in and the flickering of light of my computer screen was giving me a headache so I stepped out onto the second floor deck for some air. The office building that I work in shares a parking lot with a motel that caters to the businesses in the area. It looked fairly deserted until a light across from me flicked on. I was about to head back into the office when I caught a glimpse of a guy that had just walked into the room directly across from the deck I was standing on. He had obviously come from a Christmas party because he carried a shopping bag that he flung onto the credenza as he walked to the bed. He slipped off his jacket and looked through his phone for a moment.

I was feeling a little guilty about watching him, and was about to look away, when I saw him pull his sweater over his head. Holy hell, this man was beautiful. Even from across the parking lot, I could see that he was extremely well built. He was golden tan and had abs that I wanted to trace with my tongue. He loosened his belt and let his pants fall just as quickly as his sweater. I knew it was wrong to stare, but I couldn’t get my legs or my eyes to move. I waited for him to close the curtains so I could take my soggy panties back into the office but he didn’t.

He tossed his phone onto the table and opened his balcony door. It was a cool night so I knew he wouldn’t be out there long in just his boxers but I wanted to enjoy the show for as long as possible. It’d been over a year since I’d had any action that wasn’t battery operated and even I wasn’t interested in fucking myself anymore.

He was staring up at the sky with one elbow braced on the door frame while his other hand brushed up and down his belly a few times before creeping down to his crotch. He squeezed his balls before sliding his hand back up the length of his cock through the outside of his boxers. God, he was hot. I didn’t realize that I was mimicking his actions until I kicked up my foot to the top of the deck railing and let my own hand find my moist center. Just watching him lazily stroke his cock through his cotton boxers was hot enough to make me dripping wet. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me. I shuddered and almost came right then.

I froze in horror at being caught, even though my cunt was throbbing harder than it had in years. I waited for him to make a move and when he did, I was shocked.

He hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers and in one graceful motion, dropped them from his hips and released his glorious cock. It was standing at full attention and was massive. It was huge from a distance so I could only imagine what it was like up close. What I wouldn’t give to feel that beautiful rod inside of me…

After letting me stare unabashedly for a few moments, he took his cock in his hands and started working it again. He swapped each fist, one over the other, pushing down from the head to the base. It was so sexy. I stepped out of my panties and had my skirt pulled up to my waist as I fucked myself with my hand. I was never very good at masturbating without a vibrator but he provided enough stimulation that I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come.

He lifted his left hand to his right nipple and rolled it around between his fingers. He leaned into his hand a bit and I convulsed in pleasure. I yanked my own sweater over my head and pulled my tits out from the top of my bra. Thank God I was wearing a lacy bra! I lifted one of my full breasts to my mouth and sucked my nipple while the first wave of my orgasm rocked through my body. My knee wanted to buckle but I kept it firm. The pleasure was too good to risk losing. He was stroking his cock vigorously and was grabbing his balls when he also started to shake. I gently bit my nipple again while rubbing my clit until my arm muscles were exhausted and let the waves of pleasure over take me. I hadn’t had an orgasm, or orgasms, like that in…ever. I whimpered when it was finally over.

My mystery man seemed equally spent but he didn’t close his curtains and he didn’t go back inside. He just stood and stared, watching to see what I would do. I was feeling bold after that so I took my bra fully off and gently kneaded my breasts. I could see his smirk and his dick start to twitch a little. Maybe there would be a round two in my future?

He made a gesture for me to wait for him and then he turned on his heel and went into his room. He stepped into his pants and grabbed his sweater and then disappeared from the room. Panicking, convinced that he had called security and was rounding up some kind of swat team for the perverted to come get me, I quickly gathered up my clothes and turned back into the office. As I was closing the door, I peeked out one last time and saw him walking across the parking lot to my building. Holy shit!

I slipped my sweater over my head without bothering to put on my bra or panties and walked to the hallway. From the top of the stairs, I could see him walking up to meet me. A part of me wondered if he was going to murder me and another part of me considered the security cameras in the building…but mostly I just stared with a goofy grin on my face.

“Hi,” he said when he reached the top of the stairs, just a few feet from where I stood gaping at him.

“Hi.” It seemed a little silly to bother with pleasantries at that point but it was cute.

“I just had to come and meet you. I hope you don’t mind.” He had green eyes that twinkled in the light of the enormous Christmas tree that the stairs surrounded.

“Not at all. I’m glad-” Before I could finish, he stepped up to me and covered my mouth with his own. I could feel the raw need in his touch. I was just as needy and wanted to feel every inch of his body. I let one hand snake around his neck and the other slide under his sweater to his warm, hard back. He grabbed my sweater and had it over my head and on the ground before I realized we weren’t kissing anymore. I started to pull up his when he grabbed it and flung it off. He buried his face between my tits and used his hands to unzip my skirt and push it past my hips. Within 60 seconds of his arrival at the top of the staircase, we were both naked and out of breath.

He walked me up to a wall and lifted me by my ass cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his shaft poke the tip of my entrance. I tilted down just enough for his head to enter me and that was all that it took. With a grunt, he pressed fully into me. I relished the feeling of having his full length rubbing across my clit as he penetrated me. He was longer than most but on the thin side so it just felt perfect. I could have ridden him for hours.

Unfortunately, my traitorous body had other ideas. Entirely too soon, I felt the deep inner spasms of another orgasm. I came hard against his body and left a wet trail from his belly button to the base of his cock with the way I was sliding along his torso. I couldn’t get enough of him inside of me. When I was done with the never-ending orgasm, I leaned into the crook of his neck to catch my breath. He was still pumping hard and I knew he was getting close to coming as well. He used one thigh to brace my body weight as he pulled out and finished with his hand. He shot his thick cream on my tits and face while moaning into my neck. I rubbed it into my skin, loving the warm silkiness of it. We both slid down the wall to the floor and spent a few moments recovering.

Just when I started to regain my senses and feel the mortification of what I’d just done, he gave me a quick peck on the nose and stood up. He quickly got dressed and handed me my skirt and sweater.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, noticing it was after midnight.

“Um, Merry Christmas to you too, I guess.” I didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Do you want to come over for a drink? I think I have a bottle of wine in my room.” He had a sexy smirk that made me want to climb up his body and ride him again.

“That sounds nice.” I found my bra and panties and got dressed. He waited patiently while I shut down my computer and met him back at the staircase.

“I’m Nick, by the way.” Oh, right. I didn’t actually know the name of the guy I’d just fucked in my office. Nice.

“I’m Amy. And, for the record, I don’t usually do this. I’m really not as slutty as you might think.” I could feel my face burning in shame but it had to be said.

He stopped me on the stairs and turned me slightly to face him. “Nice to meet you, Amy. And, for the record, I know you’re not a slut. I’m sure you’ve never done this before but I’m really glad you did tonight. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” His deep voice was only a whisper but I could feel it vibrating through my whole body. I was getting wet again and we hadn’t even made it out of the building.

After his confession, I decided to push him a little bit for some reassurance too. “Should I assume this isn’t your M.O. either? Seducing women in their workplace and taking them home?” He pinched my ass and then patted it as we continued walking down the stairs.

“Nope, this was a first for me too. Hell, I haven’t even had sex in ages. I’ve been traveling a lot for work and just stopped in town for a few days to visit my folks. You have no idea how glad I am that you were working late tonight.” He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me against the side of his chest. I felt safe and warm in his embrace in a way that I hadn’t felt since I was a child.

We went into his room and he poured two glasses of wine. We chatted about work and our lives for a while and then he stopped and stared at me. I wondered if I had something on my face or in my teeth when he finally broke his silence. “You are so beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered shyly. I’ve never been good at taking compliments and this was too intimate for me to feign any kind of confidence.

He reached for my hand and led me to the bed. I sat with my legs spread while he stood between them. He gently pushed me back on the bed and he kissed me. I felt his lips lightly brush mine before they moved across my jaw and to my earlobe. He moaned softly into my ear and his hot breath created fireworks in my belly. I squirmed against his thigh, desperate to create some friction against my clit. I pulled at his hair with one hand and his cock with the other. I couldn’t free it from his clothes fast enough. Once it was in my hand, I knew I needed to taste it. I pushed him off of me and he rolled onto the bed while I scooted down to take a closer look. His manhood was perfect. It was long and cut in a perfect shaft. I hungrily took it into my mouth until I was balls deep. I created a tight suction that caused him to thrust even deeper. He reached around my ass and slid two fingers into me, following the same rhythm as my mouth. I let my teeth drag against the underside of his cock as I pulled up and felt his balls tighten. I ground against his hand, letting my clit press on his leg as his hand worked my insides. He definitely knew how to let his fingers do the walking.

When I could feel his movements change from long and fluid to quick and short, I knew he was close. I kneeled closer to his ass and fully relaxed my throat, taking his entire shaft in and holding it there while I pumped his base and balls with my fist. He shot down my throat and into my mouth as I slightly pulled back. He tasted delicious. I licked up every drop and climbed up to kiss him. His tongue dove to meet mine and I knew he was tasting himself in my mouth. The sensation of sharing his come with him, while he was still finger fucking me, pushed me over the edge of ecstasy. I shuddered and pulsed against him while he expertly drew out multiple orgasms from me.

I finally fell in a heap onto his chest. He twirled my hair around his finger while tracing the lines of my back.

“I think I could get used to this,” he said into the top of my head.

“Mmm hhmm.” My brain was mush and I couldn’t quite comprehend his words. I could only feel. I felt pleasure and adoration and lust deeper than I ever had previously. I could practically hear jingle bells going off in my head.

That was our first date, first fuck and first Christmas all rolled into one. Four years later, we still try to outdo our Christmas gifts to each other. Last year, we gave each other rings. This year, I’ve invited a work friend from overseas to stay with us for a week. That will be a gift for the both of us. Can’t wait to see what he gives me!

Content

Tessie L'Amour, M. Christian, Leanna Harrow,Andrea Trask, Nan Allen,Aria Grace
Sexy Briefs: Stocking Stuffers

When the Giving Got Good by M. Christian

Big Red and the G.I.L.F. Meet Santa by Tessie L’Amour

Christmas Eve by Leanna Harrow

Reason for the Season by Andrea Trask

A Christmas to Remember by Nan Allen

First Christmas by Aria Grace