Christmas Wedding Part 10 Celebration
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Dorothy and Maude’s train arrives in Birmingham around noon the next day. On rising, they have time to clean, dress, and pack their things, leaving time to watch some of the southern countryside go by as they approach their destination.
Once there, they rent a car, and after a short lunch are on their final lap to Donald and Emma. It is about a three-hour drive, but they take some back roads to enjoy the country around them, not arriving at the house until almost six o’clock. They have been calling Emma regularly since leaving the train so she will know when they should get to the house. Emma tells them to take their time, and whenever they make it is fine.
As darkness sets in, they pull into the drive. Emma and Donald, who have been watching out from the kitchen window as they fix the meal they will all have together, see them arrive and hurry out to greet them. Emma in tears almost from the feeling of love and affection she has for these women, and that they are joining them as a family for the holiday.
Once inside, their luggage stored in their room, and Dorothy and Maude encouraged to take their time getting cleaned up and settled, Donald and Emma return to the kitchen to finish putting the final touches on the meal.
The dining room table is set with the fine china from Emma’s home, sterling silverware, crystal glassware, and candles giving off a warm glow to the table. The fireplace is lite, the tree turned on, and cocktails sitting on to the coffee table in the living room.
Dorothy and Maude come into the room, looking refreshed, and a bit flushed. They have just enjoyed an amorous shower together. Both did so well know how to wash each other fully, bringing each to a quick climax of soapy pleasure.
In the shower, Maude’s hands between Dorothy’s legs scrubbing her slit and crack with pressure. The roughness of the washcloth making the juices flowing from her quickly. Then Dorothy feels a powerful abandonment as Maude not only concentrates on her clit but the fingers of her other hand play at and in her asshole. Patulous rushes which she feels send electrifying charges through her entire body as Dorothy succumbs.
Again steadier on her feet now, Dorothy drops to her knees and licks and sucks at Maude’s mons. Then down her slit, her tongue up in Maude’s vag as far as it will go. Finishing at Maude’s clit to suck and tease it to allow her to release in a cry out and shudder all that has been building up as they drove the last few hours.
They quickly dry and braid each other’s hair, and after a couple of more kisses and touches, they dress and go to the living room.
Again Emma greets them warmly giving each a hug and steering them towards the couch where drinks are set out in front of them to enjoy. Donald sits in the large armchair across from the couch and pulls Emma onto his lap. He enjoys her sitting there as she wiggles her ass so perfectly against his cock to bring a smile to his lips as they sit and chat.
After a while, Emma gets up and begins to bring the food into the table. They all gather around it and have a wonderful meal, accompanied by a couple of bottles of the wine Dorothy and Maude have brought them.
Back in the living room, they sip on the pecan whiskey Donald and Emma made while nibbling on Christmas cookies.
It is an early night for all of them, Dorothy and Maude tired from their trip; Emma and Donald from all their last-minute preparation today. All are still worn out from the fun they had engaged in the previous long night.
The next two days pass quickly with present secretly wrapping, more baking as Dorothy shows Emma some of her family’s favorite recipes, and the treats Donald enjoyed as a boy. Christmas Eve they all go to church and then back home to settle in for their winter nap.
During the night, a storm and frost blow in. Perhaps heralding the arrival of the newborn or Santa’s ride, but for whatever reason, the wind blows hard. At dawn, Donald gets up quietly so not to disturb Emma, dresses, and goes outside to check on the backyard. There are a few branches down, but no real damage to the property. It is rather cold out; he can even see his breath, which makes him hurry through his survey.
Returning to the bedroom, Donald undresses again and crawls back into bed with Emma. She stirs awake. His hands, chilled from outdoors, slide to her cunt. It amazes him how steaming hot Emma can be there so often. Almost too heated to touch, but this morning his cold fingers and hand resting against her burning mons and pussy emits a long low groan from her as she feels Donald’s cool fingers take the burning heat away from her.
It doesn’t take long for his hands to warm, and her heat to lift a little. They turn to each other and greet this special morning, their first Christmas together. Emma tingles with more excitement than she ever had on Christmas morning as a girl. Whether there were any presents or not, the gift of Donald himself is what she prizes the most.
Donald, gazing into Emma’s eyes is thinking much the same. To now have someone, so dear, so perfect, to share this day with he wants to shout out ‘Hallelujah.’
They waste no time in coming together, facing each other on their sides. Emma throws her leg up over Donald’s hip, and he presses his hard cock up in her. Smiling foolishly at each other, they shift and thrust back and forth, building up their desire. The heat of their passion warms both of them now as they feverishly bounce against each other, Donald going deeper and deeper into Emma’s pleasure palace with each stroke.
She grips him strongly on each press into her, to release for him to do it over and over.
Panting now, almost in unison, they do not want this to stop, but they do feel the advancing rush running through them both and know the end will be here soon. And what an end it is for them. Clinging to each other as the final thrusts bring them both to a heady climax. Cum pours from Donald, into Emma’s vag, mixing with all her stickiness bursting from her with each throb.
They laugh together in the total happiness they feel with each other.
Donald helps her up after a bit, they shower and dress for the day. Donald is wearing a dark green button-down shirt, with a red and green plaid tie. He dresses Emma in a shiny, low cut, waisted, with a flowing skirt green dress, close to the color of his shirt. They look lovely together as they stand admiring themselves in the mirror.
They go to the sofa in their room where there are presents overflowing the table in front of it. These are their special, private, gifts to each other.
Many are new sex toys for them to play with together, new lingerie for Emma, she hardly wears any set more than a few times anymore with Donald’s seasonal shopping sprees for her. Some silk boxers and such for Donald - Emma is learning to shop these days too. And of course, outfits for Emma’s winter wardrobe.
The excitement and joy which spreads over Emma’s face as presents after presents are given to her to open make Donald smile with the devotion he feels for her as she does. Never has Emma ever had a Christmas like this before, so many thoughtful and wonderful gifts from Donald to start her day.
Donald enjoys all that Emma has given him also, knowing the time and thought she put into each makes it so dear to him.
That part of the morning finished, they hurry to the kitchen to warm the sticky pecan buns Emma has made, make tea, a bowl of fruit, and mimosas. Donald ties a lace-trimmed apron around Emma to wear as she works. The full apron adds to the allure of her dress, making her look delightful to Donald.
They hear Karen and Julie come in the back door laden with gifts, as Dorothy and Maude come to join them also. All help to carry things into the living room, where now under the tree is overflowing with gifts. All know that just as Donald and Emma have exchanged their private gifts, the other two couples also have.
They sit on the floor around the tree, the fire once again glowing. Commenting on the sudden change in weather, and the frost in the air this morning, they nibble at their breakfast treats and settle in comfortably together. Karen and Julie are thrilled to finally meet Dorothy and Maude who they have heard so much about these last months. And the feeling is mutual for Dorothy and Maude.
All amiably get to know each other. There is no rush today. Karen and Julie will spend it with them.
Donald and Emma return to the kitchen to put the turkey into the oven to roast. The dressing had been prepared yesterday, and now it was just a quick effort to stuff the bird and get it cooking. It would be about four hours until it is done.
Back in the living room, with the drink cart and bucket of ice for all to indulge in as they choose, Donald turns on soft and low Christmas music. Around the tree, they begin to exchange gifts.
These are more ‘public’ gifts, but some very special ones too. It is nice that the four women, who have just met, have gifts for the others also.
Emma feels a glow of being with family, her family now.
Emma shyly hands Donald a gift from her. He smiles as he looks at it. Opening it he finds a box from the jeweler they are both so familiar with now. He lifts the lid to display an Akrivia Chronomètre Contemporain watch!
The elite of the elitist watch made by the newly discovered watchmaker Rexhep Rexhepi. Its accuracy has been often written about, and the Kosovo born designer, now only in his early 30s lauded as one of the best Swiss watchmakers working out of Geneva.
Donald trembles as he realizes the cost of this watch, its uniqueness and perfection. It is beautiful and tears come to his eyes realizing the effort Emma took to get this for him. Not caring who is watching, he pulls Emma closely to him and kisses her deeply. There are tears in Emma’s eyes realizing how much her gift as affected Donald.
Her hands trembling some also, she helps him put it on as everyone admires the workmanship of it.
Donald, now feeling his gift is so unworthy of what Emma has bestowed on him, hands her his present to her. She unwraps it to see a box from the same jeweler. She smiles as she lifts the lid. Lying on a bed of dark royal blue satin is a beautiful pearl bracelet. The pearls are a double strand with a gold heart clasp identical, but a little smaller, than the one around her neck.
She lifts it from the box and sees the little information card telling her these are Akoya pearls. Which must be what her necklace is made from also. Suddenly she realizes just how much Donald cared, giving her each of those pearls as she learned. The expense he spent to tell her she completed each step.
She looks closely at the bracelet enjoying its beauty as she runs her fingers over each pair of pearls. Not realizing, she is counting how many are on the bracelet and her grin widens as far as it can when she realizes that the bracelet has thirty-eight pearls also, just as her necklace does.
Donald takes it from her hands and clips it to her wrist. He comprehends that this was the ideal gift for Emma. Her kisses to him now show her pleasure.
They excuse themselves to ‘baste the turkey’ and hurry to the kitchen. Clinging to each other, they kiss with passion, both so aroused by their gifts and the thought that each had given into selecting them.
Emma gropes for Donald’s cock, undoing his pants and pulling his stiff prick out to rub against her apron. This makes a little precum drip on the apron’s skirt. He reaches under Emma’s dress and pulls her panties down and off her. He lifts them to his lips, and he feels the sticky dampness of them as he sniffs her wonderful sexual scent on them. He stuffs them in his pocket.
“I don’t think you will need these anymore today,” he whispers in Emma’s ear as he kisses her neck.
Donald lifts Emma up and she understands and wraps her legs around his waist. Her dress up around her waist now, Donald plunges into her as he leans against the kitchen counter.
Emma’s arms around his neck, her hand caressing his face, he feels her bracelet touch his cheek as she does. Emma can feel the leather of his watchband on the small of her back as he holds her to him as they fuck hard and fast.
The release of climactic proportions happens quickly as they both gasp for air as they cum. Emma leans her head against Donald’s shoulder for a moment as their breathing calms. He helps her stand, and after washing their hands they check the turkey and Emma baste it as Donald settles himself back into his pants.
They return flushed to the living room, commenting on how warm the oven is to try to cover themselves but as they make drinks for everyone, the mischievous looks between the four women show they are not buying that story.
After they chat and open the last gifts, then begin to play some games to occupy the time, the other two couples take turns checking on the turkey themselves.
When Julie and Karen go to check, they spend about fifteen minutes with both their skirts raised, panties lowered and dripping pussies crushing against each other as they press against the refrigerator. Taking turns as to who is against it to feel the most pressure from this quick coupling.
Rubbing nasties together hard, their fingers searching for each other’s clit to stroke together to a crashing climax.
In their throws of passion, kissing and sucking each other’s necks as they cum, they almost forget to baste the turkey before returning to the living room.
An hour later, it is Dorothy and Maude’s turn. Both are rather hot and bothered now. Seeing the other two couple returned rosy-faced. The drinks and the glow of the fire add to their arousal.
Maude lifts Dorothy up on the table, and slides her panties off her. She sits on the chair in front of Dorothy’s spread legs. As Dorothy leans back on her arms, Maude turns her attention to Dorothy’s cunt.
Kissing those inner thighs which she so loves, nibbling from Dorothy’s knees up to her fold and then down again on both legs over and over. Letting Dorothy begin to dribble her juices fully from her.
‘Yes, let them flow,’ Maude thinks as she now moves in to suck on Dorothy’s labia, sucking them into hard red lobes filled with the blood of desire. She fingers them apart as Dorothy spreads her legs more, and Maude dives into Dorothy musty cave with her tongue.
Dorothy lets out a little whimper of gratification. She squirms at the attention she is receiving makes her cunt throb over and over. Oh, Maude is hitting all the right spots.
Both knowing each other so well now, they can get each other to quickly cum. Usually, they like to ride their coupling out for long periods for complete enjoyment. But in moments like now, they quickly move to the grand finale.
Licking and sucking Dorothy’s juices brings her to release more and more as she climaxes. Maude feels herself soaking her own panties and is throbbing as much as Dorothy. Maude feels the shockwaves flowing through herself. Dorothy arches her back and lets out a low moan as the thrill crashes through her body too.
They laugh happily together as they check on the turkey and return to the others and the games they have been playing.
Needless to say, it is clear that all three couples were well pleased with the gifts they received from their partner.
The turkey is done, its red pop-up button sticking out to show its readiness. The turkey is set aside to rest as they all together finish preparing the rest of their dinner. Everything complete and on the table, now set for six, Donald stands at the head of the table and carves the bird. As he does, all are remembering how they ‘helped’ to roast it to this golden brown.
Dinner finished, Dorothy and Maude tell Donald and Emma to go take a nap if they would like, they will clean up the dishes. Karen and Julie chime in also saying they will help Dorothy and Maude. Emma says they can help too, but Dorothy shushes them off to their room.
There, Donald helps Emma out of her dress, and she stands before him in only her stockings and garter and low-cut bra. He puts the sheer apron back over her head and ties it to her back. There is something about Emma in it, her pussy peeking out at him, the silk stocking for him to rub his hands up and down against is all so appealing to him.
He undresses and then leads Emma to the end of the bed. “Bend over Emma,” he tells her.
She does as Donald tells her, feeling the fabric of the apron against her stomach and hips. She instinctively spreads her legs wide. She hears him moving behind her, and then feels so cool lubricant being run over her crack and rosebud. The anticipation of what is to come makes her juices begin to ooze from her.
Donald rubs the lube around her hole, sticking his finger in some to spread it on the opening to this back cavern. Then she hears something begin to whirl. It is the new vibrating butt plug he gave her this morning. Emma wiggles her ass welcoming it to enter her.
She feels Donald rubbing it up and down her crack, wetting it. Then she feels him press it against her opening, gently as possible. Pressing it in, over her sphincter, now sliding easily up into her. Oh the vibrations against her are so delightful. Then Donald turns it up a couple of notches and the feelings pulsate through her.
She crawls up on the bed, on her knees, legs spread awaiting Donald. He is between her knees, running his cock up and down her soggy slit, drenching his glans with her gummy fluids in preparation.
As Emma feels the vibrations spinning in her rectum, she feels Donald’s cock pressing up in her, thrusting in and out. The feeling of being filled both ways is so astonishing. She begins to purr in total bliss.
Donald can feel the vibrations against his prick also as he lunges in and out of Emma. She is so clenching against his shaft with each dive into her. The feeling is exalting. Between the pulsations of the butt plug in full throttle and the tightening of Emma’s vag on his member, it is something he has never really experienced before.
Yes, they have enjoyed sex this way with the plugs Karen and Julie gave them for their birthday, but they had left them on the lowest setting, and deflated them some when they went to fuck. Now, such a large one in Emma, expanding her so and on the high setting are sending tremors through them both.
They do seem to find new ways always to go that step further so often. Both in total agreement and enchantment as they discover new levels of amusement.
They pump and grind together as each senses how close to the brink they are reaching. It takes only seven or eight more deep prods until Emma entire body is quivering and her vagina is compressing so tightly on Donald. They both cry out together as they fall over the edge into sexual ecstasy.
Donald lays against Emma’s back, his now softening cock still up in her, feeling the vibrations from her ass taking them both to a second, more tranquil climax.
Donald lifts himself from Emma, presses the vibrating plug off and carefully removes it from her. They both move up on the bed to lay their heads on the pillows, and holding each other tight. They do both fall asleep for a couple of hours.
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The four women, finishing the dishes quickly, working together so well as they chat about their lives. They realize how much they have in common, both couples meeting in college, and Julie and Karen comment that they hope they can still be together the same way Dorothy and Maude are, so many years later.
They all are having such fun together. They go back into the living room and fix fresh drinks. Then sitting at the end of the dining room table, they get out the cards again, but this time they decide to play strip rummy. The idea of doing so seems so silly but great fun.
Cards are dealt, the hands played. When the score for the hand is tallied, they have decided, the one with the lowest points for that round must take one piece of clothing off. They agree to play to 500 points. When a winner passes the mark, all the others, no matter how much they still have on, must totally strip for the victor’s pleasure. If someone loses all their clothes before that, they are then out of the game, must remain naked, and bring drinks and treats for the rest to nibble on.
Julie is not that good at the game and looses the first few rounds. Her sweater is gone, then one sock, and the other. Her skirt is off, and she is in just her panties, bra and blouse. She does ask then if jewelry will count and as all are having such fun, they agree they can, but only when someone is down to their underwear.
The other three others all lose a hand or two as they continue. Soon Julie is in her underwear, with only a bracelet and her earrings left before she must reveal. Dorothy has lost all to her undies and blouse, with some earrings and rings to shed if needed.
Karen is still in skirt and blouse, she has a couple of rings and necklace to use still. But Maude, knowing how to play this game well, has only removed her stockings and sweater.
But point-wise Dorothy is the one ahead with now over three hundred and fifty points. She knows how to really rack up the points and steal them from her competitors when they are still holding so many cards.
The game is getting rather interesting as they wade through discarded clothes to go get a plate of cookies and refill their drinks.
Back settled again, the next hand is played. It only takes a few hands for Julie to find herself completely undressed. The other three gaze on her beautiful body with relish. Dorothy and Maude sigh over her still so perk and firm breasts, her wonderful curves and the gleam of her saturated mons. Oh, she has been enjoying this game it seems.
Karen tells Julie, “As the first loser, I think you need to sit on each of our laps as we play a hand. The person holding you can do what they like touching you as we complete each hand.”
Dorothy and Maude look at each other, and slightly nod, that this could be such a different fun game to play at. Julie claps her hands in glee and moves to sit on Maude’s lap. She leans against her shoulder with her arms around Maude’s neck.
Maude runs her hands over Julies firm breasts, squeezing the nipples a little and the hand is dealt. She is having such enjoyment of Julie on her lap she does not concentrate on the game, and she is now discarding the last of her jewelry – it is now just her bra and panties left.
In some ways it is a little unfair, the younger women are wearing so much more jewelry, but how the hands work out, it is all equal in the end.
Julie moves to Dorothy’s lap now. She snuggles against her, and Dorothy places her fingers on Julie’s thigh, rubbing it in between playing her hand. Julie mews with pleasure and wiggles in her lap.
Dorothy wants to keep Julie there for a while, but her hand is so good she quickly shuts the other two out. And raises her score to over four hundred.
Maude loses that round and now is only in her panties. All three other women look at her breast with admiration. While they hang some, they are so full and luscious. Her nipples are so firm and inviting.
Julie moves to Karen’s lap now and enjoys her touch on her wildly soaking clit and slit. The hand is played, Karen so busy playing with Julie does lose this round and is now down to her undies and rings.
Back on Maude’s lap, Julie’s dripping on her bare thigh enraptures all of her concentration and she loses the hand. Now she is nude also.
Maude tells Karen and Dorothy that perhaps it would be better for them to sit on her lap instead. So Karen, now on Maude’s lap, feeling her juices slipping out of her mons to touch Karen’s panty covered ass; and Julie on Dorothy’s lap clinging to her neck as she brushes her boobs against Dorothy.
The hand is played, both Karen and Dorothy have delightful distractions as they play. With such diversions, they each score low, but Karen is now is down to her last ring before she reveals.
Dorothy adds to her score. Another hand or two and she should win. Maude asks if they would like to trade spots with Dorothy on her lap and Karen holding Julie. But all agree to stay as they are until the end.
Dorothy’s hand is getting wet and tacky from playing with Julie’s slit. She pinches and pulls at Julie’s labia making them swell for the attention. Julie’s head on her shoulder, her lips so close to Dorothy’s ear as she moans softly with each pinch.
Meanwhile, Maude has been pleasuring Karen through her panties in much the same way. Maude’s warm, firm hand caresses the younger woman’s pussy. Pressing against Karen’s clit to make her hum with decadence.
The hand goes to Dorothy once again, and Maude helps Karen out of her bra. Both don’t care about the last ring as Maude caresses Karen’s breasts and tweak her nipples.
The next hand, Dorothy loses, and discard her undies - she chooses them over her bra as she wants to feel Julie's moist offering dribble down between her thighs.
Up until now, none have kissed, Dorothy and Maude are still semi-processing what is happening. Never have they been with other women, alone or together before. But this is all such fun and feels so right. They look into each other’s eyes, and Maude winks at Dorothy letting her know that everything is alright, and they should play this fully out, well as far as it goes.
Karen and Julie are having similar feelings as they have never done anything like this before either. Both a couple of times each have played with other women alone, but never found anyone who could be as good as they were together. They too exchange glances and slight nods saying, yes, let’s see this through.
Almost as one, the younger women on their laps turn to Dorothy and Maude, lean to each other and kiss for the first time. Just on the lips to start, but when moans fill the room, mouths open and they explore these new erotic cavities.
After several minutes of kissing each other, Dorothy and Karen, both rather competitive, play the last hand. Dorothy passes the five hundred mark, but Karen was really not that far behind her in the end.
Maude helps Karen to stand, and takes her panties off her. Julie gets up and turns Dorothy’s chair so they can all stand in front of her in their naked glory. They help Dorothy stand and the three of them on all sides lower her panties and rub and caress her thighs, ass cheeks, and pussy making her cry out in delight.
Dorothy is just kissing each of them in thanks when they hear Emma and Donald moving around. They look at each other, laugh, grab up all their clothes, and Julie and Karen lead Dorothy and Maude through the frosty yard to their cottage.
All are shivering when they reach it, and quickly dive into the bed together, intermixing together, all touching and kissing and licking each other in a frenzy. Knowing, but not knowing, who they are pleasuring and receiving pleasure from and the coupling switches and changes between them.
The four spend pursuing this newfound pleasure well into the evening. The younger women loving the feel of an older woman for the first time, and Dorothy and Maude, remembering their early days fondling these young women.
Back at the house, Emma and Donald wonder where the women have disappeared to. Donald suggests that perhaps they decided to take a walk around the property in the crisp air. Together Donald and Emma begin to make turkey sandwiches and bring out the leftovers for an evening repast. Taking their time to prepare the meal and wait. Sitting together for a while on the couch, sipping on drinks and watching a classic Christmas movie.
It is a couple of hours later when they hear the women enter through the kitchen. They come into the living room, rosy-cheeked. Donald asked if they have been having a good time together.
They all titter as Maude tells Emma and Donald, “Yes, it has been very nice getting to know each other better.”
The food is brought out, and they eat, while Dorothy slips Julie’s forgotten earring to her as they sit at the table. Far enough away from Donald and Emma, the four women play footsie together as they eat.
As Julie and Karen go to leave, and the end of the evening, Dorothy and Maude hug them each tightly and whisper in their ears that they must try to find another afternoon to be together while they are here.
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© 2011 All rights reserved Author’s note: Here’s my story for the Winter Holidays contest. I hope you enjoy it, and votes and feedback are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to LettersfromTatyana, MugsyB and Annanova and my husband for encouragement and beta reading. ================================== Joe Naylor stared at the department store display. ‘I can not believe this.’ ‘What?’ His girlfriend, Noelle Winters, gave him a puzzled look. ‘This!’ He made a sweeping gestures with his arm to...
‘Well, if you really need someone, I suppose I could do that—if you really need me.’ Clara tried to make her reluctance quite clear, but Elizabeth was having none of that. She just cheerily plowed along, working on getting Clara on the road to fill in for no-shows among the volunteers at the soup kitchen where Elizabeth was working that evening. Nothing had put her off—not Clara’s remark that it was already dark, not her observation that it had begun to snow—not even her noting that it was...
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...
According to Webster’s New World Dictionary: Aureole is the radiance encircling the head or body of something as in halo or the illuminated area around the sun as seen in a mist or during an eclipse. Areola is a small ring around something as the dark ring around a nipple. Christmas Story One The Christmas Angel I was your typical good looking college graduate working my way up the corporate ladder. I was twenty-eight years old and single because I worked all of the time. It...
With some deep apologies to Charles Dickens. A being whose talent I am no where near. But as promised, a Fiction Mania Christmas Carol. The Time: A Christmas time a few years ago. Region: Salem. A large City in the North East United States. Place: Ye Old Irish Inn. A corner bar and grill. Mike was grumping about how to pay for Christmas. Jake was moaning how he had to work Christmas Day. Sue, Jane, and Nicole were upset on the boss's attitude. He almost canceled the pay bonus and...
Joe Naylor stared at the department store display. "I can not believe this." "What?" His girlfriend, Noelle Winters, gave him a puzzled look. "This!" He made a sweeping gestures with his arm to indicate the shelves. "It's October fifteenth and they're putting up Christmas decorations!" He scowled at the Santas, elves, miniature trees and other Yuletide paraphernalia that sat mere feet from more appropriate seasonal wares. Pumpkins, witches, and skeletons grinned at him from their...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Mary wraps herself up in lights as a Christmas present for Paul = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Mary read the text on her smart phone. ‘Boarding, see you around ten.’ Paul would be home for Christmas. She normally didn’t mind the amount of travel he did with his job, but the just-before-Christmas annual company planning meeting had always irked her. Paul was always gone for the three days before Christmas. He had...
By SchneiderVerseAfterDarkSam and Cat’s ApartmentChristmas EveSam wore a thin cotton red spaghetti strap tank top and green silky boxers (presents given to her by Cat for and to wear during the holiday and understanding her hatred for the word ‘panties’) as she lazily walked into the back second bedroom of Cat and hers shared apartment. After the couple had returned from Tori, Freddie and Jade’s Christmas party, Cat had instructed her to change and relax in the living room for a bit until ten...
A Christmas Tale (The Fifth) Chapter 01 Walter and Laura Walter. "An introvert yes he's definitely a bit of an introvert," I say to my wife as I look out of the window into next door's back garden. "Who is dear?" I look over to my wife of nearly sixty years, she's currently standing at the sink and is straining cooked black currents through a muslin cloth. "The young lad next door; Graham I believe his name is." "Oh yes I watched him the other day, I think he was building...
Are you alone and lonely for the holidays? Don’t you wish that Ronco would invent something to make you feel not so alone and sell it on TV for, oh, I don’t know, $19.99 and if you called right now, you’d get a second one for free? Yeah, well, go fish, life doesn’t work that way. A friend in need is a friend indeed doesn’t always go along with you sow what you reap. Sometimes, life just happens and you suddenly find yourself in uncharted territory and alone, be it a move to a new city or...
“There is a beast in man that must be exercised, not exorcised.”-The Satanic Bible*It was Christmas Eve, and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do. A job he dreaded.He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, hesitating as he lifted a rusted key from around his neck. Did he really have to go through with it? Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this last chore. Maybe everything would be better off if he just left well enough alone…But no.; he...
Supernatural“Any plans during the break?” Sue asked. “No,” Diane said. The bell rang, ending their conference period, so they headed back to their classrooms. Sue was the best friend Diane had at work; for that matter, she was probably her best friend anywhere, at this point, though they rarely saw each other outside work. Since Diane and Bill split up, most of her former friends had slipped away. Splitting up was complicated, after eighteen years of marriage and two children, and the holidays seemed to...
SupernaturalIntroduction: The magic of Christmas is in the giving For reasons of my own, I no longer allow comments, nor do I make them. If you would like to offer a critique, please send me a pm. I can only improve with your very valuable input. This is my entry to Calling All Writers, Chapter 9. Please join our website and go to the Sex Stories Forum to enjoy more stories, and to vote. Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nicks Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for...
A Christmas Tale By Becky Simpson It was cold in there. It was dark cold damp and I was very very miserable. I was shivering, just wearing flimsy underpants, with nothing else to keep me warm but a damp and smelly blanket. I had been locked in the shed at the bottom of the garden and I had not eaten since the day before. It was raining outside and I was able to drink from the small muddy pool of water that had leaked in through the rickety shed roof. I kept running through...
-The Satanic Bible *** Jolly old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do that evening. A job he dreaded. He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, lifting an old, rusted key from around his neck and wondering if he really had to go through with it. Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this particular chore… But no. He shook his head, spilling snow from his crown of ivy. He was obligated to be charitable to everyone in need. And what...
Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nick’s Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for business the weekend before Thanksgiving. Mary had worked each season for the past seven years, and always came out a week early to walk through the fields of evergreens. It was the slowest time of year for her design business and this seasonal job allowed her to utilize her creativity. The sun felt warm on her shoulders, while the air was cool against her face. The dried autumn...
I had always had a very close knit family. I grew up in a warm home with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. My mom and dad were very happy together and never can I ever remember them fighting. We did everything as a family and we stood up for each other. I had never met another family like my own. We spend every holiday together. I was the second oldest of the children. My brother Justin was older than me by only 10 months. I had been born 2 months early. He and I were closer to each other than any of...
IncestThis is a sequel to my previous two Christmas stories, "A pussy for Christmas" and "Another pussy for Christmas". You don't have to have read them first, but it helps. Just click on "Paula Girl" and you will find a list of my stories, including those two. ***** As she had the previous year, 14 year old Paula looked in the mirror and smiled, as she looked forward to Christmas. Paula was growing into a very beautiful young woman. Over the past year, she had graduated from an A cup...
Winter had finally arrived and the snow was falling generously outside. It looked so serene as the white fluffy specks fell graciously to the ground as I looked out my kitchen window. The fresh coffee brewing sent the aroma through the air of the kitchen and brought my senses more to life as I waited for the dark liquid to finish dripping so I could pour some in my awaiting mug on the counter. I knew it would warm me up. It had too. Looking out the window made me feel the coldness surround...
Straight SexDenise looked around at all of the happy faces and smiled because the party was going so well. It certainly took the stress off, as she was the one who made most of the arrangements for the large neighborhood gathering. Everyone seemed to love an Independence Day celebration and the party atmosphere spread through the entire neighborhood. Denise was over the top, as everyone came up and thanked her for the great party. It seemed someone was constantly shoving a drink in her hand and it felt...
“Well, hi folks! Do you remember me?” “Yes, that’s right! I’m the talking Snowman from that old TV show!” “What was that you said?” “Why yes, I suppose I do sound like Burl Ives, and why not? The man had a perfectly wonderful voice.” “So, I’m sure you’re wondering what I doing here at this time of night? I mean, the kids are all snuggled up in bed and all, and it’s too late to tell them a Christmas story, isn’t it? Hehe, you must think this old Snowman’s brain is half melted after all these...
SupernaturalI think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa’s lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn’t have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christmas at the Thompson house. Ah, sorry … apartment. We lived in an ancient apartment building in midtown. To a kid growing up it was a...
On a cold and rainy Christmas Eve, in a small house by a large patch of woods, a small but close-knit family sat drinking hot chocolate and cider around the fireplace. In the corner stood a modest Christmas tree, glowing with colored lights, glass balls, and tinsel. Underneath the tree was a small pile of presents. Outside, the wind soughed in the trees and rain pattered against the window, but the family was snug and warm in its little house. There were just three of them: a mother, a father,...
Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was late afternoon on Christmas Eve. I had wrapped all the presents for the grandchildren and made sure all the ingredients for the dinner on Boxing Day were in the...
‘You just don’t have any sense of adventure anymore,’ complained Debbie. ‘Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?’ I wanted to know. ‘It has nothing to do with my job,’ she replied. ‘And for your information it is usually burglars that I’m involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don’t mind about the fact that you can’t contribute much to the rent, but I just don’t get any...
“Please Mommy! Can’t we go see Santa?” cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would want...
AnalChristmas Journey************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2011The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.It was the day before Christmas Eve in the mid 1960s. I was facing a boring Christmas sitting in my office in Devonport Dockyard waiting for...
Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth.Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked the...
Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Tori Hansen was on the way to her mother's to make Christmas candy. It was three weeks until Christmas and it was a tradition for her and her mother to make candy for Christmas for her, her mother and her sister Tanya. She arrived at her mother's house and when she was in she found her mother feeling under the weather. Her mother asked if they could put off making the candy until next Saturday. She told her that it was okay and that she was...
To Bake a Christmas Cake A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. Please respect the author and don't steal. Comments and feedback may be directed to [email protected] Chapter 1 There are few sounds more unique than that of snow crunching underfoot, it...
"You just don't have any sense of adventure anymore," complained Debbie. "Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?" I wanted to know. "It has nothing to do with my job," she replied. "And for your information it is usually burglars that I'm involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don't mind about the fact that you can't contribute much to the rent, but I just don't get any...
Straight Sex"You need to think about this, Eric," Tom, my roommate, told me. "I don't think it would be good for you to stay in this apartment alone for a month. Please come home with me for Christmas. My family would really love to have you." I told him I'd think about it. One I grew up loving Christmas. My parents always made it a fun event. There was just the three of us, and no other family nearby, but we made it fun. We were never all that religious, but we understood the peaceful message...
Joyce had barely made it back to the apartment from the grocery store where she worked as a checkout clerk and tucked the ham she’d brought home—the last one in the store—before it was time to go pick up the Christmas cake she’d ordered from Gleesons before they closed. She had already been cutting her time short—she still had to go buy a tree and figure out where she’d stashed the ornaments and lights—and she hadn’t gotten off shift when she expected to. She kicked herself for not remembering...
Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...
Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve’s only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother’s house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship and things had become very humdrum. The first few years of their union had been blissful, with many trips to the Enchanted Place for frantic...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy’s concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here – I’m doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all about? Down here in the desert, if you put up a Christmas tree, five days later it’s a bone-dry skeleton surrounded by a pile of brown...
The Christmas holiday season has always been a memorable time of year. Whether it is time spent with family, those special gifts from a loved one, or simply the smell of Grandma's cooking, every Christmas has always had something worthy of remembrance. The story of the Christmas holiday which I am about to relate holds a special fondness. It happened many years ago when I was still a single guy in my twenties. One of the things that distinguish it from the others is the amount of snow and cold...
Love StoriesThe Most Wonderful Follow-Up: The True Meaning Of Christmas By Katharine Sexkitten I left the security guard clothes in the public washroom. They smelled. In fact they reeked. No doubt about it. Up until earlier this morning, I would have thought the odor was unusual, and not altogether attractive. Now I thought they smelled like heaven. They were completely covered in my own cum, more or less dried. I remember vividly making the mess. It was more cum than I'd ever...
It is only November 1, and the mall speakers are blaring Christmas music already. The Christmas season hasn’t been a favorite of mine for many years. And each year the commercialization Christmas seems to start earlier. Hell, we haven’t had Thanksgiving yet, and Halloween was just last night! The last Christmas I can remember that I actually got excited about, was nearly forty years ago. It was the last one before my mom died. Christmas was her time of the year. She saved a bit of the...
‘That’s what I saw on the TV news just now. So maybe you’d better . . .’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve, Stella,’ Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. ‘Those guys were really cute, and I’ve never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn’t be any skiing, they wouldn’t find you ’til spring,’ Stella said. She was fiddling with the crooked plastic Christmas tree in the corner of...
Christmas Story Four Stocking Stuffer I have been the community Santa Claus for a few years now and then one day I received a phone call from a woman trying to hire me for a Christmas party. I had a funny feeling about it so at first I said no but she was very persistent. She offered me more money than I normally charge and she said that there would be a lot of children there too. I was finally sold on the idea as long as there were kids involved. She said that I was to show up near...
A Christmas To Remember By Anon Allsop I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she was definitely flustered but I could care less, she was their mother and the behavior of her children were her own concern...my problem was that they were most likely going to distract me with their constant banter and shenanigans throughout the entire church service. She sighed as her young son began crawling under the front pew; she quickly bent down and caught the three year old by the leg, and...
Christmas Eve is a time to spend with family, however this year; due to the economy they’d spend it by themselves. The plans were to make the best of things, sleep late, and have the traditional holiday meal. She smirked when she remembered her husband’s remark, “Honey, this meal is guaranteed to spice up our life and expand our waistlines.” She blushed, frowned and replied, “For your information, my waistline doesn’t need any more expansion, it need more reduction.” She logged off...
By: beagle9690 December 2009 Gabriel: I awoke in a hospital room to sunlight dancing on the sleeping form of my angel in the chair by my bed. Her long unbound hair shone like a heavenly halo as it caressed her neck and shoulders. Peaceful and innocent in her slumber, Amy's deep contented breathing was a comfort to me knowing that she was safe. Amy is my angel, my salivation, oh how I loved my beautiful brown eyed girl... how healing her presence is to me. My heart swelled with...
I usually don't mind working the Christmas holiday (thank God I don't work in retail). The work is usually light and this year I planned to telecommute from my home office so it didn't seem like work all that much. Plus, I was going to be a bachelor for the holiday anyway so why not work. My wife's youngest brother Jerry -- he's a jerk and I refuse to refer to him as a brother-in-law -- had invited us over to his cabin for the holiday and following weekend. I work at a small firm and this was...
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