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I work the evening shift, so I do not see much that goes
on in our neighborhood. Last Wednesday, when I got home
from work, Sally, my wife, said, "We have to go see how
the neighbors have decorated for Christmas."

I changed my clothes and we started walking the
neighborhood. Some had lights on timers, and they had
shut down for the night, but on the next block, our
friends Jenny and Tom still had their lights on, and
they were standing on their front porch.

Sally and I looked at the lights and went up to the
porch to talk to them for a minute or two. Tom hugged
Sally, and Jen came over to hug me. As she hugged me for
some reason, I kissed her on the cheek. It was a first,
as I had never done that to anyone else, except Sally.
Nothing was said by anyone, and we talked for a while,
then continued on around the block and back to home.
Once at home, we went to bed.

On Saturday morning, I got up about 10 AM as usual.
After breakfast, Sally said, "Why don't you take a walk?
It's such a nice day, while I clean the house." I
thought that sounded good, so I put my shoes on and went
outside.

Once outside, I decided to walk toward the store, and
maybe do a little Christmas shopping for Sally. This
took me past Tom and Jenny's house. As I was passing
their home, Jen came out and ask me in for a cup of
coffee. Tom had gone to his mother's for something Jen
explained, as she poured the coffee.

"I need to go upstairs for something," Jen said, "I'll
be right back."

When she got back she was wearing a micro bikini. The
panties were bright green and the bra was bright red.
The bra just barely covered her nipples, and the bottoms
were so tight that they pulled into her pussy lips and
hid nothing. She also had a large tag hanging from her
neck which read: Merry Christmas to Bill, Jen and I hope
you like your present. It was signed Tom.

Needless to say, I was floored. I said, "You have got to
be k**ding." Her answer was, "I am yours to do as you
wish, until you leave to go home. Why don't you unwrap
your gift? Don't worry about Sally, she knows about it."

Now I was shocked. "Sally knows that you are giving me
your body as a gift? I asked.

"Yes, she is the one who suggested it."

Needless to say, I was very surprised, but not one to
look a gift horse in the mouth, I walked over to her and
took the tag from around her neck, and then just stood
there looking at her.

Jen has a fabulous body. 5 foot 7, 38g 26 35 figure. I
took her in my arms and kissed her. My tongue tangling
with hers. At the same time, my hands were behind her
back undoing her bra. It was now just being held on her
tits by the pressure of my body. After about 5 minutes
of french-kissing, I broke the kiss and stepped back and
her bra dropped to the floor. Her nipples stood out like
an inch in front of her tits, and her tits did not sag
at all. I started kissing those lovely melons, sucking
her long nipples and she started purring.

I reached down with one hand and tried to pull her
panties off, but could not. Jen said, "They're made from
very stretchable materiel and I bought them three sizes
to small just for you. It'll take both of your hands to
stretch them enough to get them off."

They were extremely tight on her. It took about 5
minutes to get them below her knees. She must have been
wearing them for a while as she did not have time to put
them on when she went upstairs. It still took a minute
or two to get them off of her lower legs. Once they were
off, she let out a big sigh, and said, "Only you'll get
to see them on me again."

"That sounded like a future promise to me."

Once that work was done, I put 3 fingers in her pussy,
had her put her arms around my neck, and then put my
other arm under her ass, and said, "Which way to the
bedroom?"

She answered, "Up the steps and to the first door on the
right."

I picked her up and up we went.

I laid her on the bed, and said, "I want you to strip me
now," which she did. Then I said, "First I want those
lovely lips on my dick and give me a good blow job." I
sat on the edge of the bed and she got on her hands and
knees in front of me and then took my 8 inches in her
mouth like she was a vacuum cleaner. Her tongue action
started to drive me wild.

After a minute or so I knew I was going to cum, so I
told her to stop. Then I laid on the bed and told her to
69 with me. She put her beautiful shaved pussy on my
mouth and again deep throated my dick. I sucked and
tongued her pussy and had my tongue as far inside of her
as I could. She tasted great, like she might have
sprayed strawberry juice in her pussy. I told her she
could not cum until I let her. She was on the edge of
cumming, but I would not let her cum until I was ready
to shoot my load into her stomach.

When I could not hold out any longer, I told her she
could cum, just as I blasted 6 or 7 ropes into her
throat. She came so much that the quilt on the bed
soaked through to the sheets. While I was recovering,
she stripped the bed and put clean sheets on.

I then laid on the bed and Jen started playing with my
cock. It did not take long before I was ready to go
again. This time Jen guided my cock into her tight
pussy. I had to take it slow, and Jen told me that I was
not only a little longer than Tom, but was much bigger
around. Her pussy muscles were pushing hard against my
cock, but I slowly got it almost all the way in. I
stopped pushing for few seconds to let her adjust to me,
then I drew it out to the cock head. Then in one shove I
pushed into her all the way to my balls.

Jen said, "Did you feel that?"

"That bump?" I replied.

She said, "Yes your cock head in inside my womb. God it
feels fantastic."

I slowly started pumping in and out of her, but always
ending my stroke hard so that I would again be in her
womb. I got a nice rhythm going and Jen started cumming
and cumming. Every time I got close to cumming, I would
stop pumping for a minute or two, then start up again.
Jen was cumming about every 3 or 4 minutes. I kept
holding off cumming as long as I could, but I finally
could not stop it any longer.

I told Jen I was going to pull out as I was not wearing
a condom. She wrapped her legs around me and locked the
together at the ankles and said, "No, don't pull out, I
want your cum inside me."

I made one last thrust into her and said here it comes.
She shuddered with another orgasm as I pumped her full
of hot babymaking seed. After catching my breath I said,
"I hope you are on the pill, because you have a ton of
sperm inside you now."

I started to pull out and she would not let me. Just lay
on and in me for a while it feels so great. I laid on
top of Jen and started playing with her big nipples and
sucking on them, as my erection slowly went down and was
only about an inch inside of her.

Again she said not to take it out, so I continued to
suck her nipples and now and then would reach up and
kiss her again. After about 15 minutes she said that she
had to get up for a little bit, but that she wanted me
to fuck her again before I left.

We lay on the bed and I was still playing with her tits.
Jen said, "You do not know how good that feels. It feels
like a direct line to my pussy and I am about to cum
from you playing. I always like to leave them feeling
good I joked. Sally was not k**ding when she told me I
would love your making love to me.

"I love my husband, but he can't compare with you in the
bed. Anytime you want, just cum over and cum in me!"

"What excuse would I use?" I asked. "Christmas is only
once a year, you know."

She just smiled and said, "Are you ready to go again?"

I said to give me a few minutes yet, then I would be.
While she was waiting, she put 2 pillows under her ass.
When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "This is
so that you'll have a better angle entering me." Again
she guided me inside her, "Only this time," she told me,
"I want it rough. Fuck me like it's the last thing you
could ever do. Do it hard, fast and stick a finger up my
ass while you are doing it."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, she said, "I want you to fuck me until I
collapse."

As I entered her I went full depth in one move and I
drove into her like a pile driver. I kept ramming my
dick into her and each time I entered her uterus, she
cried god yes harder, then I stuck a finger in her ass
just as it hit the bottom of my stroke. Her orgasm was
so powerful that cum hit my heels, without touching my
legs.

I kept pounding her and holding off my explosion, as
long as I could, she was such a great fuck, and I wanted
all I could get of her. When I could not hold off any
longer, I hit the bottom of my stroke and again dumped a
truck load of cum into her uterus. I then laid down on
her to let my hard on go flaccid. When it got to where I
had only about an inch inside her, I started to pull
out, and again she said, "No, leave it in."

So for the few minutes I just laid on top of her and
relaxed. Finally, I said, "If I get to heavy for you let
me know and I will get off, but I am enjoying your body
a whole lot."

Then I asked, "What were the pillows really for?"

She answered, "So your sperm would stay in my uterus as
long as possible, so with any luck I'll get pregnant
with your baby."

"What? You're k**ding of course."

"No," she said, "but let me tell you what is happening.

"You know that Tom and I have been trying to have a
baby, with no success. The Dr. told us that the problem
is that Tom's sperm count is so low that there is only 1
chance in 100,000,000 that he would ever father a c***d.

"The other day when Sally was here and I told her we
were going to go to a sperm bank and I would be
artificially fucked. Sally thought for a few minutes and
said, why not have Sam do it. It won't cost you anything
and you will have the fun of fucking him. Then Tom that
it sounded like a good idea, but how would we get you to
do it. He couldn't just come out and say 'Tom fuck my
wife and get her pregnant, now could he.

"That’s when Sally came up with the idea of giving me to
you for a Christmas present, it would be hard for you to
turn me down that way.

"Great," I growled, "I get to fuck my best friend's wife
and get her pregnant, and what does he get out of it?
Just a baby that is not his?"

"Not so," replied Jen. "Where do you think Tom is now?
He's fucking Sally and that's your and her Christmas
present to him. A baby from you is my present, and if I
am not pregnant yet, you're to keep trying until I am.

"Sally gets to have fun with Tom. It is a win-win all
the way around. By the way we selected today for you to
fuck me as it is in the middle of my futile time."

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The Curse JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping – screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking “gimme, gimme, gimme” of the damn “charity” workers. As if they weren’t really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn’t they have somewhere to...

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Christmas with My MotherinLaw

This story, although fictitious, is based heavily on true events and true people, just the names have been changed and it's mostly my own fantasies that are touched upon in the actions.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was a brisk chilly Christmas eve, the 24th of December.I was staying with my gorgeous girlfriend at her mum's house. My parents were away on holiday and my girlfriend always spends Christmas with her mother, and...

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Christmas Surprise

Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Terry and Jennifer Buxton had everything going for them. Married eight years and having their own real estate business that was thriving gave them a good life style. Jennifer was nominal president of the company while Terry was listed as vice president. All major decisions were made by both of them. They had 10 agents working for them and each one seemed to show success in selling properties. It was three weeks before Christmas and lunch...

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Christmas Party

A Christmas Sex Party        My wife of ten years is the sales rep for a plastic whole sale company.  She sells recycled raw product to factories and manufacturing companies in a fairly large region including the east coast and into the mid-east states.  Using email and a phone she is able to do a lot of her work from an office in our home.   This allows her to be at home most days to spend quality time with our two kids, Mat 6 and Jessie 4.  To maintain personal contact with most of her...

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Christmas Angel

Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn't the same, because her husband divorced her...

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Christmas SurpriseChapter 2

We made a pit stop at the sandwich shop and then caught a taxi. I took her to Fashion Valley Center. She looked a bit nervous when she saw how everyone else was dressed. I was wearing the same comfortable polo shirt and jeans that I'd been wearing when she met me. Seeing that she was nervous I led her into Nordstrom's and then into the women's clothing section where I located a sales attendant. "Hi Barbara. My name is Rich and this is my friend Lynn." "Hi Rich, Lynn, it's a pleasure...

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Christmas CheerChapter 7

The day of Christmas Eve was quiet and low-key. I think both of us were a little worn out by the constant activity of the previous week and glad to have a restful day at home. I spent some time puttering on the computer--no dire emails this time, thank goodness!--and caught up a bit on the novel I was reading. I found a few moments to wrap the St. Christopher medallion I'd bought Mike at the street fair, smiling as I remembered dancing in the square and kissing under the mistletoe. Had it...

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Christmas Angel

“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...

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Christmas Wish

This work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. This is a sequel to 'Christmas Star'. Christmas Wish By Paul G Jutras "Today's the day!" Collen James called out to her sister Jennifer. Colleen couldn't believe that just a year ago, she was Jennifer's brother Carl who had been transformed when they had made wishes upon the Christmas tree star for him to be more like her. Both of them now were...

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Christmas Present for Sam

"Are you ready, yet?", Samantha hollered from their bedroom."Just a little while longer, Baby!", Rick yelled back. "I'll come get you! You just keep watching that video I bought you!"It was Christmas Eve, and Rick had spent hours upon hours planning this night to give Sam her "special" Christmas present, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and all his efforts were coming to fruition. Rick told Samantha to dress up in one of her sexiest, see-thru negligees and watch the video while he set everything...

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Christmas Comes Early

Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played along with his supposed-fantasies and I had been trapped by the truth...

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Christmas fantasy about my wife

We area mature coupe, I am 66 and my wife is 60 works out is in good shape and most people guess her to be in her 40s. I am not well endowed and now at my age seldom get hard. My wife has confessed that she has fantasies about younger hung black men and I have encouraged her to act them out, but as far as I know she has refused to do so. Here is my fantasy about what happens on Christmas. We live in a rural lake community not far from a few large truckstops. I suggest to her there are probably...

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Christmas Market Boy

Maybe it was how free the boy was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Bamberg, Germany, beerhall, with him touching them and they touching him and patting his bottom as he passed. Despite the close quarters and the hands-on flirting, the boy was managing to swing up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as big as he did in his short-legged leather lederhosen despite it being in the middle of December. He looked...

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Christmas Blessings

I’ve had so many emails asking me to please repost this story. So to all of you who loved it, here you go. Thanks so much for the emails and the wonderful comments. * * * ‘Please God, can my mommy come home and visit for Christmas?’ The words, uttered in the sweetest voice of the curly haired blonde little girl, tore at her father’s heart. Nathan could feel a thickness in the back of his throat and tears mist in his eyes as he stared at his youngest daughter kneeling beside her bed staring...

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Christmas Eve

I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca- tion when I was 18. My parents were on a two week second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill, who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident, so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the two days before...

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Christmas Gifts pt 1

The first half of his college freshman year was the most sexually frustrating period of Luke Gerard's life. He was tall, handsome with his mother's blue eyes and his dad's dusty blonde hair, and had taken a baseball scholarship at Brown University. All of these factors lined up to get him laid, and he had still been dumb enough to try the long distance think with his high school sweetheart Kelly Gibbons. So he had resisted. He had been faithful. And he hadn't been home three hours before she...

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CHRISTMAS 1988

It was Saturday December s*******nth 1988. Tyler was playing a video game when his mom came down the stairs. Her high heals clicking quickly across the hardwood floor as she was making her quick exit from the house. He paused as I was sure she was going to give him more instructions about dinner and what time she'd be back. She looked at her self in a nearby mirror and gave one more adjustment on her black mini-skirt, and of her breasts before turning towards him, to fill him in on tonight's...

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Christmas Angel Part 2

I stood alone in a little bathroom cubicle at the market, leaning against the sink. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. My efforts were not successful. I could still taste Jack in my mouth and feel the sensation of his lips on my neck. I lifted a hand, ran it through my blonde hair, then rubbed my neck with my palm. I moaned and wriggled. Then I danced in excitement with my feet.Then I steeled myself. I hadn't gone to the bathroom to pee. I needed to steady myself, and I...

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Christmas at the burrow

Muggles that saw it would swear, jokingly, that it was held together by magic. Wizzarding folk, on the other hand, would know that that is exactly what is holding it together. A cold biting wind flows and weaves its way around the outside of the building, as if seeking a way in, drawing a fresh flurry of snow with it, which slowly makes its way down to the ground, adding to the drifts which lay all around, the countryside blanketed in pure, unbroken fields of white. Two figures, deeply...

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Christmas Break

Feedback is appreciated. Oh, how I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas. Nothing is better than ten days off from work, holiday vacations, tasty treats, and… oh yeah – the Christmas shopping. The mall is always packed with beautiful Holiday treats this time of year, making it the perfect time for me to do some shopping. I decided to start in the food court and slowly work my way around to all of the hip fashion stores. There was no need to rush; after all, I didn’t want to bring...

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Christmas tree gnome

I am Charlie the gnome. Not the type you would put on a rockery or in the garden. I am too little for that. I am what you might call, a Christmas tree gnome. It is not my fault I am a gnome. It is my master who makes me pay a penance for accidentally setting fir to his implements of wizardry. He as a true wizard, sure enough. If I had any doubts before I know now for certain. He has the audacity to plant me on the Christmas tree with other gnomes and Christmas tree decorations with the...

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Christmas Night

Marilyn Lehman stood at the patio door watching her two sons in the back yard. Jake, 12 years old, was astride his brand new trail bike. Andrew,17, was showing his younger brother the controls. Both boys were dressed warmly. Although it was early afternoon and the sun was coming out, it was still cold. Several inches of snow covered the yard. It was a picture postcard Christmas Day, full of blue skies, cotton clouds, and white snow.Andrew stepped away from the bright green bike. He got the...

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