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My Christmas Gift By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Chapter 1 Where to start? Well, I suppose it started way before I was even born. My mom came from a wealthy family; rather, make that a filthy rich family. Her father, my grandfather, Randal Harper, was an investment banker and everything he touched made money. However, he also believed in the Andrew Carnegie model of making a fortune and then giving it back. My mom and her sister were given starter funds, and he then gave the...
This is a true story about the early days of the relationship with my wife of many years. When we met we immediately clicked and we soon ventured off on a very exciting exploration of our sexuality. I had been with a few women before her and had some great sexual romps but Diane had an adventurous side that the others didn’t have. She was an absolute tiger when it came to sex and while she wasn’t into playing in other places other than in our shared home, she was always surprising me with spur...
Ralph Taylor stood leering down at the hunched, naked, horror- stricken form of his star salesman's lovely young wife. His huge, thickly veined prick jutted towards her in its erection like an accusing finger. Behind him, still beating his own throbbing penis with one hand, his face a flushed, sweating red, stood the thinly built postal clerk, his leer almost as salacious as the Auto Circus manager's. Cindy finally realized the exact dimensions of her position, and scrambled away from the...
"Merry Christmas", I whispered to my lovely wife, Shelly, as she lay beside me. This was our third Christmas together as husband and wife and the past year had been a hard one. First, in the spring, the company that I worked for had closed with almost no notice and had put more than a thousand people out in the cold, without jobs. With so many people out of work, neither Shelly or I could find full time work, only part time and even then not many hours. Several times during the year our car...
Archiving rights granted to Fictionmania Robbie's Christmas Miracle By Donna Allyson (c)2001 Christmas Eve Snow gently fell, coating the exterior world in a white blanket. It was the first snowfall of the season and came just in time to make many children pleased with the chance to use all their newly acquired Christmas gifts that they would soon receive. Christmas Eve, for most, a time of happiness and glee. Not so however for little eight year old Robbie Lambert. The one...
Cindy lay beneath the comforting warmth of the bedcovers for some time after her husband left for work. She gazed at the square of diffused light which lit the window shade, knowing she should get up and start the housework, but not wanting to. She just wanted to huddle there and think miserably of her troubles. Again and again she played over the events of the previous evening: the evening with the Taylors where it became all too apparent to Cindy that they knew of the photos she had...
Young, titian-haired, angelic-featured Sally Reagan sat apprehensively squeezing a handkerchief between her small hands in the back seat of a taxi cab as it sped across Morriston. Her slender, high- breasted body was rigid with the foreknowledge of what was about to happen, and a nauseous feeling eddied in the pit of her stomach. Oh God, she prayed to herself, please don't let it be as bad as the last time. Please, don't. I... I don't think I could stand it! She twisted the handkerchief...
On the Friday afternoon following that wild, orgiastic weekend at the Taylor's mountain retreat, Cindy was reading a woman's magazine in the living room of their small cottage and thinking about Howard. She wished he were home now, wished he had not gone to Los Angeles with Ralph for a three-day automobile dealer's convention. But Ralph had insisted Howard accompany him as representatives of Auto Circus, to meet certain important people and see how the administrative end of the automobile...
This is my 100th Story on Lush, so I hope you enjoy a special Christmas story.Snowflakes fluttered down upon the rooftops, where a glorious moon illuminated the night sky. The soft jingle of bells rung around the town; not loud enough to disturb anyone, though. Upon one rooftop of a small house in the middle of snowy fields, a sleigh softly landed, pulled by the reindeer.Santa, in his bright red costume and fluffy white beard stepped off his magical transport and stepped across the roof towards...
Straight SexJoe was a doctor. A general practitioner. A family doctor seeing patients from 13 to 110. He'd already wrapped several of the normal gifts for Susan. Jewelry, clothes, a few music CD's and the like. This gift, however, he'd have to want as well. And tonight was Christmas Eve. He could still say no. "Hey, Susan," Joe was on the phone. "I plan on being home early today. I only have one more person to see. Are you ready?" "Yes. Surprised you went in at all today." "Yeah well, it's...
There was a knock at my door. I knew who it had to be.“Hi,” she said. “I don’t want to cry myself to sleep. May I sleep with you?”I thought for a second, then pushed the door open. As she walked through, I held my trailing hand out to her. She took it, and as soon as I had the door shut, she came into my arms. “I’ve never missed a Christmas at home before,” she said. “I don’t think I would have slept at all.”I smiled, but sadly, because the same was true for me.So, I leaned down and kissed her,...
Love StoriesI sat in silence, occasionally and listlessly taking sips from a glass of wine as I watched snow dance in the wind outside the bar windows. It was December 24 and I was alone. Christmas seemed a long way off; more a memory than an event about to happen. I had moved far away from family and friends to take a new position with my employer. Worse, my schedule meant that I wouldn’t be able to get home for Christmas and probably not for New Year’s either. Sitting home watching TV didn’t appeal to me...
Straight SexChapter 2 The Christmas gift This Christmas was on a Friday and since I had vacation time coming and an invitation to visit f****y on the holidays I took the week off before Christmas. On Sunday December 20th the whole f****y went up to a Holiday party at my b*****rs house. He had one every year with f****y and friends. Since it was so warm this year the party spilled onto the porch outside and the menu was more summer than winter. My Niece Heather AKA April was there and made sure to give me...
Chapter 2 The Christmas giftThis Christmas was on a Friday and since I had vacation time coming and an invitation to visit family on the holidays I took the week off before Christmas. On Sunday December 20th the whole family went up to a Holiday party at my brothers house. He had one every year with family and friends. Since it was so warm this year the party spilled onto the porch outside and the menu was more summer than winter. My Niece Heather AKA April was there and made sure to give me a...
Mary Mae felt terrible. Christmas was almost here and she was struggling to get gifts. When you’re sixteen and there are no job prospects and your family is poor, that makes it real tough. She’d made three trips down to the truck stop and made enough money giving blowjobs to buy gifts for her father and her boyfriend, the two most important men in her life. Her mom was long gone so that made it a little easier. She’d walked to Walmart and picked out a couple of pocketknives that looked real...
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It was the Christmas season, and all was supposed to be merry and cheerful. I have learned, that's not always the case. A widow and single mom, I just wanted love. I wanted a daddy for my kids, but even more a partner in life. I was starting to think life would never be the same. Just as I started to think that love was gone, I got a surprise.I was on Facebook, looking at friends posts, when I got an unexpected, but welcomed, message. It was from John, a long time friend.John had stood by me...
Love StoriesIt was two days before Christmas and I was headed east on interstate 80 to commemorate the birth of our savior at my parents' house in Ohio. My wife, son and daughter were with me, and we would be sharing space with a large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding shotgun and was busy scolding the k**s who were fighting in the back seat over some highly significant issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum. Although a light...
(Chapter 3 of "1973: The Summer of Cock." Previous chapters, "Up the Waterfall" and "The Long Way Home" are available here at Hamster. Thanks for reading!)I must’ve fallen asleep after they both had me the way they wanted. It was my first time. First and second. Maybe third too. Does one count acts or cocks? I zoned back out. Later, I woke slowly, keeping my eyes shut. I was afraid I had dreamed the whole thing, though the sting in my ass strongly suggested I hadn’t. Later, I would know Jake...
I worked as a superintendent for a large construction company. The company had furnished all of us persons in charge of their projects self developing cameras. We were to use them to document progress on our construction sites and any details of a job injury or to give other information to the main office. Since hardly more than a child cameras and taking pictures had been my hobby. I was building a Dark Room in the basement of our house and had a new enlarger on lay away. My wife Fay was...
The darkened room with the drawn blinds looked strangely unfamiliar to Cindy when she awoke. It was her own bedroom, no question about that; there was her dresser, her white ruffle-lined vanity, the cane-backed chair next to the full-length mirror... She stretched her hand along the bedcovers, feeling the soft material with her fingertips. Yes, it was her bed in her own bedroom in her own house--but in another sense, it wasn't. It wasn't because the love, the marital bond which had united...
Cindy Jamison performed her prosaic household chores like a mechanized robot on Friday, just as she had on each of the other two days since that drunken, hazy party on Tuesday night. Her mind seemed to be in a perpetual state of half-torpor, as if she were filled with some kind of deadening drug to ease the pain of the knowledge she carried within her. She finished the cleaning and sweeping and laundry shortly past four, and made herself a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Then she sat with it...
The Last Christmas Gift. Santa was reading some of the letters that kids around the world sent to him. It was interesting and fun. Some kids asked for very simple things, toys, clothes and board games, but some others asked for other things, like computers, videogames and phones. It was quite a rough time for him. Every year, less and less kids believed in him. And it was quite rough at the same time; because he saw many kids tell other kids that he wasn't real. Sadly, he knew it was...
It had begun snowing three hours earlier, back in Nebraska. The snow’d slowly but steadily increased in intensity until now, as I was driving, or trying to, along I-80 somewhere in Iowa, between Omaha and Des Moines, where the snow had become a full fledged blizzard. Conditions were not yet at whiteout level, but the very next thing to it. Stupidly, I’d kept driving. I should of sought shelter at least two hours ago, but the transition to blizzard conditions was so gradual that I didn’t...
I remember Christmas when I was in first grade. A couple of weeks before the big day, Mom and Dad took us to the lot next to Safeway that had been cleared of pumpkins and was now stocked with evergreen trees. After Tiff and I spent what seemed like hours picking out the perfect tree, Dad strapped our prize to the top of the station wagon and we drove home slower than normal. He helped Mom put it in its stand, then took care of the lights outside while his three ladies spent two or three hours...
He stood by the Christmas tree looking at his gorgeous, thirty-year-old daughter Darcy as she talked with one of her friends. She was a mirror image of her late mother and sometimes, like now, he missed Carol so much, he hurt. 'You're so damn pretty!' he thought and as soon as the thought filled his mind, Darcy's head quickly turned to him. 'Wow that was freakin' nuts!' he thought again and hoped that Darcy wasn't like her Mom. She could read his mind and tell every thought he...
I was 17 when this Christmas story took place. Both of my older s****rs and their families were coming over for dinner and to exchange gifts. Each s****r had 2 k**s, 1 boy and 1 girl. Both boys were 9 and both girls were 11. We finally finished eating and were gathering in the den to open gifts. The adults took all the seats and the k**s were expected to sit on the floor. The den wasn’t very big, so by the time my nephews and one niece sat down, there was no room for my other niece,...
I was 17 when this Christmas story took place. Both of my older sisters and their families were coming over for dinner and to exchange gifts. Each sister had 2 k**s, 1 boy and 1 girl. Both boys were 9 and both girls were 11.We finally finished eating and were gathering in the den to open gifts. The adults took all the seats and the k**s were expected to sit on the floor. The den wasn't very big, so by the time my nephews and one niece sat down, there was no room for my other niece, Jessica.I...
Hello readers of ISS. Thank you very much for the overwhelming response for my previous stories. As promised let me continue from where I left my previous story. For some readers it might seem boring as I have tried to explain the situations and my emotions. Hence, request you to stay patient and enjoy the story. In my last story I narrated how I fucked my slutty big boobed cousin. From that day onwards, we used to have sex chats and she used to tell me how physically close is she getting with...
Doreen was a class mate of mine at the university college. When I first met her, I thought, “wow! What a beautiful girl!” she was an Anglo Indian and thus had the best of both worlds. Fair skin of her father and sharp beautiful features of an Indian mother. And if you saw her, you would probably think the same thing. Long black hair, very skinny, very sexy looking. I thought she was unattached when i first met her, but it turned out that she was engaged to be married, so i kept my distance, not...
I’m not going to let any girl try to find a ride home with any of the assholes hanging out here tonight, even if it seems she can take care of herself. “Sorry for being rude. I never gave you my name. I’m Ellen,” the girl told us. “Those jerks need someone to put them in their place, and I didn’t mind one bit. They’ve had it coming for a long time.” She lived a long way from the high school kid hangout. The road to her house crossed two different school districts, but the school district...
This story gets VERY disgusting and brutal. I use extreme taboo themes and consider my stories "horror". These niche things appear in THIS chapter. If any are not your thing, just back out now. You’ve been warned! Rape Incest Young girl Bondage A bit of farting Foot licking Squirting Gross taste from panties DISCLAIMERS: This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. I'm not...
Just reuploading this old series with some edits. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters to this story DISCLAIMERS In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings....
My wife and I were heading to dinner with friends. The holidays are here, and we both were looking forward to spending an evening with friends; but this time, I have a surprise for my wife. A “gift” I know she will enjoy..She came down the stairs from our bedroom and was wearing my favorite Black Dress. It’s a very, short tight dress that accents her body perfectly. It makes her tits look incredible, not to mention her ass. My wife is 5’ 7”, 135 lbs, 34c, jet black hair. When she wears this...
Cindy sat dejectedly on the living room couch staring thoughtfully into a martini glass. Her head whirled from the fifth one she had drunk since arriving with her husband and the Taylors. The talk was lively around her; the other three in a similar, lightheaded condition from drinking, though not saddened. She hadn't wanted to be part of the foursome tonight, feeling worse than she had when Ralph and Norma had taken her and Howard to dinner at The Gandydancer. She had pleaded with Howard...
Cindy Jamison slumped against the door, shuddering as she sat in the passenger side of the Volkswagen Variant, her face buried in her hands. She cried plaintively, weeping her tortured emotions into her palms as one might wash an infected wound. The sangria she had consumed to dull her sensitivities had, if anything, only loosened the barriers holding them back, and now, fully surrendered to the alcohol, she allowed her pent-up emotions release. She had purged her soul once, to Norma...
My husband and I met when we were in our late teens, I was a little bit of an exhibitionist, and, as it turned out, he was a bit of a voyeur. I liked to show off but he brought out the best in me, he encouraged me to out braless and to wear see-thru tops with no bra. I really enjoyed the attention that I was getting from guys, I had fairly small tits and putting them on display was and putting me on equal footing with girls that had really big knockers. We started taking some polaroid photos,...
Leaving Evansville and my new found nieces is the hardest thing I have done during this trip. Just the thought of Rebecca and Tracy has me trembling with an emptiness I have never experienced before. Leaving the many other preteens during my trip was sad, but in my nieces’ case, it is so different. Recalling how we spent the last weekend together certainly doesn’t help. Spending the majority of it in bed and enjoying the wonders of sex, is still vivid in my mind. It is a good thing I am still...
I sat in silence, occasionally and listlessly taking sips from a glass of wine as I watched snow dance in the wind outside the bar windows. It was December 24 and I was alone. Christmas seemed a long way off, more a memory than an event about to happen. I had moved far away from family and friends to take a new position with my employer. Worse, my schedule meant that I wouldn’t be able to get home for Christmas and probably not for New Year’s either. Sitting home watching TV didn’t appeal to me...
I had known Phil almost my entire life. We grew up together and might as well have been brothers. Growing up we shared everything. About eight years ago he met and married Nicole. Of course, Phil asked me to be the best man at their wedding. About a year ago, Phil came to me with a question. He and his wife had spoken of their fantasies and one of Nicole’s was to have sex with a very well-endowed male. Phil had known about the blessing/curse that had been bestowed upon me by birth. My erection...
Wife LoversChristmas vacation had been lame thus far. I'd spent most of my time sitting around the house with very little to do aside from watching television and wacking-off. As Christmas day was still a week off, my parents were still working regular hours, leaving the house at 7:00 am and not returning until 6:00 pm. I pretty well had the entire house to myself that week. After waking at 10 am on Tuesday morning, I hopped in the shower to clean up. Just as I was stepping out of the shower I heard the...
This story was inspired by the 1946 film, "It's a Wonderful Life". http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038650/ Here it was almost a month before Christmas and I had no spirit at all. Christ, I had always had great Christmas spirit loved to give rather than receive. This year I had nothing, all my children were scattered, me and the wife had parted ways not in a good way, though we were still married. I figured what the hell, without them it just wasn't Christmas or hell for that matter a life,...
It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and Sherry was slumped in a chair in the sitting room of her small cottage, lit only by the embers of the dying fire. She was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn’t at all what she had planned. ooOoo Sherry was a secondary school teacher specialising in Natural History at a large comprehensive school in a rundown area of town. She had studied Biology at university, quickly discovering that she was...
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My name is Bill Glen. I’m a sixty-three year old widower, who is living ‘out in the boondocks’. I took moved here eight years ago. To say that my life has been better, may be the understatement of the year. Ten years ago, my wife came down with brain cancer. She died less than a year after the first diagnosis. It was hard to take. A month after that our only child, Amanda, was beaten by her soon to be ex husband. The beating was very severe. Neither I, nor the doctor, had much hope that she...
Hello dear friends. I am Arnav from Pune. I am back with another experience of mine. After the publication of my previous story ‘The Anniversary Gift’, I received a lot of feedback from my readers. And I would love to thank them all for their praise and support. Let’s begin with my experience. I am Arnav from Pune, a 24-year-old guy, 6 feet tall and a pretty well-experienced masseur. After my story was published, I received an email stating that the story was nice and asked if it was real....
He gazed at her from the corner of his eye. Her ankles were crossed and her fingers were curled around the coffee mug that she held close to her body. Steam rose gently from the cup and caressed her face with surprising tenderness, bringing back many fond memories for him. In the multicolored embrace of the Christmas tree lights, her sweater looked black, but he knew it to be a soft and inviting shade of red. Her jeans were similarly discolored and the denim clung to her shapely thighs, slowly...
Another pussy for Christmas ***** In "A pussy for Christmas," Paul asked for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. In this sequel Paul, now Paula, visits her cousin Joseph, who turns out to have a very similar wish. (You don't really need to read "A pussy for Christmas," but it helps. If you want to, just click the author link at the top of this page and it should be easy to find). ***** Paula looked into the bathroom mirror and...
Another Christmas tale Chapter 1 Ron. Ronald or as he preferred to be called Ron, sat on the edge of his bed and as usual he'd managed to force himself to get up and face the world, he stretched a little in an attempt to alleviate some of the usual aches and pains that came with his age. Standing up he went over to the old oak dresser that his wife Marjorie had so loved, he picked up a framed black and white photograph of them both in much happier times and kissed it. "Oh just...
The Magic Of Christmas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers "Oh so you are awake?" said his mother poking her head in his room. "Morning honey. I hear the tv on." "Yeah, I didn't sleep so well," said Brayden rubbing his eyes. "Too excited about Christmas," said his mother coming in. "Well that and what I told you last night," sighed Brayden. "I still feel horrible." "Well not that I want to be negative on Christmas but you should honey," said his mother folding her arms....
Introduction: This is my entry for a Xmas pantomime story competition. Its in the form of a play, and is intended to simply be a spoof adult play, on a Xmas theme. If youre looking for a sexually stimulating text, please look elsewhere, but if you want something that will make you smile then (I hope) this one is for you. MARY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY A pantomime play in three Acts. Cast (In no particular order): Narrator (The easiest part of all), Mary Christmas (An attractive woman in her early...
A pantomime play in three Acts. Cast (In no particular order): Narrator (The easiest part of all), Mary Christmas (An attractive woman in her early 30’s), Carole (a young trainee), Rudy The Red Knobbed Reindeer (a reindeer), Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Vixen, Donner and Blitzen (more reindeers), Foo-Kin Thin (a small box of electronics from Japan), Santa Claus (a red faced obese old inebriate wanted for questioning by police forces in 92 different countries on suspicion of...
(Merry Christmas everyone. This is last years Christmas story from up on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Fibaro A new Christmas story, along with two additional parts to this one is already up on my Patreon, so if you're interested go and have a look.) Intro Valerie and Vince had been very close all their lives, not surprising considering they had shared the same womb for nine months. They had a very good bond often knowing how the other felt without them even...
I know what you’re thinking. It’s Christmas time, so that means lots of snow with carols and an unlimited supply of hot chocolate. But in reality, with mother nature never being able to make up her mind. It’s a semi chilly boring night, filled with the usual run of the mill people, scurrying about spending all their money. On the plus side, I have the night off, and I’m able to spend it with my beautiful baby girl as she lounges around in a loose tank that her mouth-watering breast keeps...
BDSMAre you looking forward to a merry Christmas this year? Of course, you are! But how is that supposed to happen when you have to deal with family over the holidays? Fuck, you can’t even say ‘the holidays’ without some dipshit falling over and having a heart attack because you used the phrase ‘the holidays’ instead of Christmas.Do you know what stands between you and a peaceful, fantastic Christmas? Well, people! People ruin everything. So instead of dealing with people over Christmas, the...
Big Tits Porn SitesPlease email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- The Christmas Wish By AngelJedi (Megan Campbell) (Released: December 24, 2020) My mom was screaming - again. It was like the third time today or something. She clearly wasn't enjoying Christmas break as much as I was. Thankfully, she wasn't screaming at me...this time....
By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 Chapter 1 As my eyes opened on Christmas morning, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. As usual, Dakota was all snuggled into me and Jill had her back to my back. I woke both my sleeping beauties with little kisses. I started first with Jill. She wore herself out the past couple of days getting Diane ready for the wedding. I gently kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. My fingers gently glided over her beautiful body. It took a few minutes but...
My first Christmas in Slavery My first Christmas in Slavery A short story for the festive season It was my first Christmas as a slave girl. I was looking forward to the special day because I was hoping my master might have something special planned to celebrate my first Christmas of slavery to him. Only last Christmas I was a young innocent 15 year old girl, enjoying normal life as a teenager. Now I had recently passed my 16th birthday and I was a permanent slave girl to a dominant...