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   "Oh I just love Christmas!" Tracey shrieked as she hopped out of the
truck.

   The beautiful blonde bounded for her sister in law's home, glad for the
path the had been cleared in the snow.  Still her red, four inch heels left
deep rivets in the snow, but Tracey refused to slow down.  Looks like
everyone is here, Tracey noted excitedly as she took note of the cars in
the driveway.  I can't wait!

   "Trace, can you give me a hand?" Bob called after his wife fruitlessly.
A thin man in his early thirties, Bob often struggled to get his wife's
attention.  In the early years of their marriage Tracey had been Bob's
perfect wife, beautiful and doting in every way he ever wanted.  Over the
last few years Tracey had certainly not been doting, as she rarely seemed
to have any time for Bob, particularly when it came to intimacy.  While
letting their little blonde daughter out of the car and attempting to pick
up a large pile of presents from the back seat, Bob admitted to himself
that while his wife may not dote on him anymore she definitely remained
beautiful.  Bob longed for the old days while he watched his wife as she
ascended the stairs and reached his sister Janice's doorway.  Tracey,
wearing a festive Santa hat, was sporting a large white winter coat with
white fur trim, clasped in front with red buttons.  In addition to her high
heels, Tracey wore high, tight socks that were striped red and white and
went all the way to her upper thigh.  The socks had small bells on them at
the top, which jingled lightly with each step Tracey made.  The bells were
visible as Tracey's coat ended just slightly above her socks, showcasing
her bare thigh when she moved her body in certain ways.  Bob had caught
sight of this while driving to his sister's home, his hand instinctively
moving to his wife's sexy body.  Frustrated by a largely non-existent sex
life, Bob was grateful for basically any skin on skin contact with Tracey.
He was disappointed when after just brushing against his wife's leg her
hand casually moved to his and pushed it away.  Bob was still aroused, and
extremely curious as to what his wife was wearing underneath her coat that
wasn't even low enough to reach her socks.  The thought of his wife's sexy
body, her full breasts, thin waist and full, plump posterior, had Bob
focusing on the cold in an attempt to bring down his libido as he made his
way to the door.

   "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" Tracey said cheerily as she beamed at Janice, her
daughter Ariel at her side and her husband Bob pulling up the rear, loaded
with presents.

   "Merry Christmas everyone!  Come on in." Janice responded before
embracing Tracey.  The two women gave each other air kisses to each cheek.
Tracey's naturally bubbly personality ensured that people never really knew
when she did not actually like them.  Janice was taken aback by Tracey's
outfit, but did her best to hide her surprise.

   The family greeted their relatives, excited for the opportunity to spend
Christmas with their loved ones.  Tracey greeted her in-laws quickly,
saying hello and smiling at them for a brief moment before her eyes moved
elsewhere.  She was relieved when, as she continued to wade through
relatives in the hallway, she saw her nephew Bill appear in the doorway to
the living room, talking to her mother-in-law.

   "Merry Christmas Billy!  You're under the mistletoe, you have to give
your grandmother a kiss!" Tracey yelled excitedly at her nephew as she
completely ignored Jill, another sister-in-law who looked miffed as Tracey
blew off her greeting.  Tracey wasted no time to moving toward the doorway,
and the mistletoe hanging in it, her bells jingling and her heels clicking
with each step.

   Bill bent down to give his grandmother a kiss on the cheek as she smiled
and laughed, glad to be surrounded by family at Christmas time.  There was
no question that Bill stood out from the rest of his family.  While most of
his relatives were of slight build and hardly any of the men reached 6 feet
in height, Bill was 6'5 and had a muscular build, though he kept a lean
waist.  Bill was also the only black person in the house, or in the whole
town for that matter.  He had been adopted by his missionary parents while
just a baby, taken home and raised as their own.  While everyone clearly
knew that Bill was not a blood relative, most treated him as one of the
family.  His grandmother Carol, Tracey's mother-in-law, was definitely one
of those people.

   "Merry Christmas Tracey!  Where is my little girl?" Carol asked as
Tracey approached.

   "Merry Christmas to you too Carol!  It's so good to see everyone!  Ariel
is back there with Bob I think, still excited from opening presents."
Tracey responded.  Her eyes had lingered on her handsome, black nephew
since she had said how good it was to see everyone.  Bill was wearing jeans
and a navy blue sweater that hugged his plentiful muscles.

   "Well I just have to go see that little sweetheart then." Carol said
before moving into the throng of people surrounding the entrance.  Tracey
wasted no time moving to where Carol had been standing, next to Bill
underneath the mistletoe.

   "Looks like we're under the mistletoe now Billy...  you know what that
means!" Tracey said, the enthusiasm thick in her high voice.  Tracey smiled
at Bill expectantly, her deep blue eyes gazing at him from between her
finely curled eyelashes.  Tracey's innocent, round face betrayed her
excitement, as her eyebrows were raised and her perfect teeth all seemed to
show as she smiled widely.

   Bill put his hands around his aunt's waist and stooped down, his face
pushing near Tracey's.  Bill's skin was an extremely dark ebony colour, and
his features were generally thick and highly masculine.  Tracey had closed
her eyes and pressed her pink lips together expectantly.  As most of their
relatives chattered just a few feet away, Tracey and her black nephew Bill
kissed under the mistletoe.  Tracey felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through
her body the moment Bill pressed his thick dark lips into hers.  She held
her hands behind her back as they kissed, hoping to prevent them from
instinctively reaching out to touch Bill's ripped black body.  Tracey's
right heel rose slightly the moment that Bill's lips touched hers.  It had
been over two years since Tracey and Bill had first been together sexually,
and Tracey's desire for him only seemed to intensify as time went on. 
Every encounter with Bill gave Tracey the mind blowing sex that she craved,
and they only seemed to be getting better at exploring each others' bodies
and providing carnal pleasure.  Tracey considered marrying Bob to be the
luckiest thing that she ever did, if not the smartest, as it allowed her to
meet his adopted nephew Bill an eventually become his eager lover after he
turned 18 and seduced her.  Tracey was committed to Bill, and wore the
anklet that he had given her on her right ankle every day.  That day it was
nestled under her sock.

   Tracey's whole body tingled as Bill kissed her, and she started to part
her lips in an effort to start using her tongue.  Bill quickly pulled back
from Tracey, their kiss lasting just a few seconds and causing Tracey's hat
to fall to the ground.  Tracey was grateful that Bill was stronger than her
and showed such restraint.  Though she knew that he was right and they
needed to keep their lust a secret from the family, inside Tracey felt only
disappointment.  I've got to get more than just one little kiss, Tracey
said to herself as her mind raced.

   "I hate that stupid thing." Said Barry, Janice's husband, from inside
the living room.  This startled Tracey and caused Bill to start laughing.
They both looked into the room where Barry stood, looking at them and the
mistletoe above.  Barry carried a wine bottle and wore what was clearly a
homemade Christmas sweater, a distorted reindeer adorning his gut.  A surly
man with a pot belly and a thick brown moustache, Barry barely hid his
contempt for his in-laws, particularly his black nephew.

   "What do you mean?" Tracey asked sweetly.

   "Stupid mistletoe...  people canoodling in my house and...  *hiccup*..."
Barry wobbled as he grimaced at them.  He was always somewhat disdainful
toward Bill, and the feeling was certainly mutual.  Barry seemed to become
particularly agitated when Bill was near any of the women, who all happened
to be white.

   "Just you stay away from my...  *hiccup*...  goodies, boy..." Barry
continued, wedging the wine bottle between his arm and his side as he dug
his hand into his stocking like a greedy child.

   "Go have a seat you old drunk." Bill said in his deep voice with a hint
of menace that startled Barry.  Bill and Tracey smirked at each other as
Barry wobbled to the couch.  Janice kept an immaculate house, with
everything completely clean and each Christmas decoration perfectly in
place.  Even the tinsel on the tree was perfect, with each piece hung
exactly the same way on branches that were all equidistant from each other.
The sight of Barry's bloated and drunk self loafing around the house seemed
so incongruous that they started laughing together.

   "Tracey, I just love your coat!  Let me take it and put it in the
bedroom with the others." Janice said as she made her way down the hall. 
Just like all of Bob's sisters, Janice was a mousy looking woman with plain
brown hair.  Just like her sisters she dressed conservatively, though
Tracey noted that with her saggy breasts and comparatively unfit body
Janice had no business showing off like Tracey did.

   "Thanks Janice, I had picked it up on that little trip Bob sent me on! I
think I'm going to keep wearing it for now though, I'm a little chilly."
Tracey smiled, always glad to receive a compliment.  A proud fashionista,
Tracey loved her outfit, the fancy coat and sexy stockings that showed off
her body.  I hope Billy likes my outfit, Tracey thought to herself as she
played with her immaculately placed blonde hair that fell just a few inches
past her shoulders.  She also took a moment to remember the trip, when she
and Bill had gone away together on her unknowing husband's dime.  He might
fail me in his husbandly duties, but how many husbands pay for their wife
to go on a trip and get ravaged by a big black stud, Tracey happily mused.

   "Well that's fine I guess.  I already turned the heat up so we'll be
nice and toasty, and I'll have Barry work on the fire too." Janice said as
she she stole a disbelieving look once again at Tracey's outfit.

   "Do you like the decorations?" Janice asked, proud of her hard work.  It
looked like a Christmas catalogue had thrown up in Janice's home, as
various old fashioned Christmas decorations adorned the walls, the hard
floor and even hung from the ceiling.

   "Everything is beautiful, Janice.  You'll have to come over and see our
house.  I changed things up this year, trying to be more multi-cultural. 
We have lots of African decorations up that you just have to see!" Tracey
said, discreetly rubbing her leg against Bill's jeans as she spoke.

   "That certainly sounds...  interesting.  You have to excuse me though, I
have to help Barry with the fire." Janice said as she walked between her
nephew and her sister-in-law to get to the living room.

   "Don't let the drunk bastard fall in." Bill said under his breath.

   "Go ahead and let him!" Tracey responded quietly as she giggled.

   Tracey then allowed her eyes to move back to her nephew as she surveyed
his body.  The Christmas season was as good to Bill as any other was,
Tracey was confident.  She let her eyes linger on the outline of his
bulging pectorals before they moved down to his stomach.  Those sexy black
abs should never be covered up, Tracey lamented as she thought about Bill's
body, her womanhood growing increasingly wet.  Goodness gracious he's sexy,
Tracey thought before a familiar interruption emerged.

   "Honey, I don't see Bill's present here." Bob said as he approached his
wife and nephew.

   "Don't worry about it." Tracey responded quickly, angry that Bob had
interrupted her thoughts.

   "Merry Christmas big guy." Bill said to his favourite uncle, even though
he was far larger than him, in more ways than one.  This caused Tracey to
giggle slightly.

   "Merry Christmas, boss.  I don't know how merry it's going to be though
if your aunt lost your present." Bob responded.  He had failed to find
Bill's present in the large pile he had carried inside.  Tracey had assured
him weeks ago that she would take care of Bill's present, so he had not
given it a second thought until now.

   "Bob, I said not to worry about it!  Billy has something to unwrap
later." Tracey gave a stern look to her husband before turning to Bill and
grinning seductively as she played with the buttons on her coat.

   "Fine, fine.  Let's go through here though, Ariel really wants to see
the tree." Bob said, almost begging his wife.  Tracey let out a large sigh.

   "Fine." Tracey said before turning away from her husband.  She bit her
bottom lip and gave Bill a longing look before walking into the living
room, her husband following closely behind.

   I can't wait to see what she's packing inside that coat, Bill thought to
himself as he wandered away from the living room and toward the kitchen. 
Bill wanted to get an early start on eating, figuring that he just might be
needing his energy for later.  Of all the girls that Bill had fucked,
Tracey was definitely the most voracious partner.  No one else got off on
Bill's cock as much as his gorgeous aunt did, and she always did whatever
it took to return the favour.  Bill knew that for Tracey, nothing could get
in the way of her and the big black cock that she loved to pleasure so
much. On multiple occasions he had to reign Tracey in to keep her from
exposing their affair due to her exuberance.  Still, Bill was excited for
the present that Tracey had planned for him.  His could not get her outfit
out of his mind, the sexy high socks with the winter coat that somehow
managed to obscure Tracey's plump, firm ass.  Thinking about Tracey's ass,
softer and bigger than any that Bill had been with even though Tracey was a
fit woman, caused a stirring in Bill's pants that reached over halfway down
his thigh.

   The party continued as Tracey and Bill mingled with family.  People
shared their memories of Christmases old, told anecdotes from work and
speculated on the Christmas dinner still to come.  Ariel, the youngest of
Carol's grandchildren by a number of years, ran throughout the house
searching for hidden presents.  Everyone laughed as Barry drunkenly
stumbled into the tree, sending ornaments flying everywhere.  The afternoon
progressed as Christmas smells and songs filled the air, though for at
least one person those smells and sounds were completely ignored.

   Tracey absentmindedly nodded and played with a button on her coat as
relatives came by to talk to her.  As her sister-in-law Nancy handed her a
glass of wine and filled her in on the intricacies of baking holiday
shortbread cookies, Tracey's eyes remained focused on the hallway.  Bill
was speaking to his aunt Janice, clearly joking about something they could
both relate to.  This simple, innocent sight filled Tracey with jealousy. I
am the one that should be with Billy, Tracey thought to herself staunchly.
Always.  Even though Tracey knew that there was absolutely nothing sexual
going on between Bill and Janice, she still felt extremely envious.  Tracey
hated when another woman, any woman, got to be alone with Bill.  He's MY
man, Tracey thought to herself possessively.  That's MY man, and MY Big
Black Cock.  Just thinking of Bill's huge black rod caused Tracey's pussy
to gush.  I should be the one talking to Billy...  looking at him... 
touching him...  feeling him...  sucking him...  fucking him...

   Tracey was on her knees at the end of Janice's hallway, across from the
front door.  Completely naked, she happily went to work.  Ten inches of the
thickest, blackest cock that Tracey could imagine was throbbing in her
mouth.  Tracey felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment as she licked
along Bill's dong and knew that she was bringing him pleasure.  He always
tries to kiss me, Tracey thought of her husband.  He should know that THIS
is what my mouth is for, Tracey thought as she engulfed the whole black
monster, pressing her lips into Bill's scrotum, her forehead resting on his
hard abdomen.  My mouth is for pleasing Big Black Cocks, Tracey thought
contentedly.  As she pulled her head back, the door at the end of the
hallway suddenly opened.  Tracey still had the big, bulging knob of her
nephew's cock in her mouth as everyone pushed into the house.  First was
Bob, followed by his mother and sisters, then their families, even the fat
old racist Barry.  For a moment Tracey felt shock and fear, but those
feelings almost instantly disappeared and were replaced by joy.  Tracey
began sucking on Bill's cock again, right in front of her husband's, and
Bill's, family.  Now they know!  Tracey was overjoyed that everything was
out in the open as she once again engulfed Bill's cock with her mouth.  Now
he knows why he could never please me, Tracey told herself as she looked at
Bob's shocked face.  Not with that little white penis.Now they know what
they've all been missing out on, Tracey told herself as she licked along
Bill's throbbing black member, loving each inch of black flesh as she
stared at the stunned white faces.  When Bill suddenly started cumming all
over her, shooting his thick load all over her beautiful face, blonde hair
and voluptuous breasts, Tracey felt nothing but relief.  There's no taking
it back now, she thought with a huge smile...

   "Tracey?!" Nancy's voice startled Tracey from her fantasy.

   "What's the matter?  You were staring off into the hallway, and you
started whimpering or something." Nancy continued, her face conveying her
confusion and concern.

   "Oh it's...  nothing...  just nothing..." Tracey forced the words out.
NO!  Tracey's heart sunk.  She wished that she could live in that fantasy
world.  No more sneaking around, just happiness.  Her eyes still on Bill
and her desire almost overwhelming, Tracey was desperate for him.  When she
saw him turn away from Janice and toward the doorway to the living room,
she made her move.  As swift as a cheetah, Tracey blew past Nancy, ignoring
her inquiries as to whether or not Tracey was ok.  The glass in Tracey's
hand spilled red wine on the floor as she moved so quickly, but Tracey did
not care.  Her tunnel vision was so great that she did not even see the toy
that her daughter had left on the floor.  Once she stepped on it Tracey
lurched forward, falling short of her ultimate goal and into someone's
arms.

   "You're awfully lucky, little lady." Bob said, smiling at his wife after
catching her.  Bob was not an ugly man, and many women surely found him
handsome, but he did nothing for Tracey.  Not anymore.

   "Get your hands off me Bob!" Tracey said abruptly, her desire and
embarrassment making pleasantries seem irrelevant.  Her wine now spilled,
Tracey continued on her short quest.

   "Billy!  Mistletoe!!" Tracey said cheerfully as she came to the doorway.
Bill was standing there, leaned against the side of the frame with a grin
on his face.  Damn she's desperate, he laughed to himself.

   Tracey almost jumped into Bill's lips, pressing herself into him
forcefully.  More discretion was needed for this kiss as the family was not
particularly distracted, but the passion involved was too strong.  Tracey
managed to press her tongue past Bill's thick lips and into his mouth,
brushing it softly against his tongue.  Sensations rippled through both of
their bodies.  Still, Bill had the presence of mind to pull back from
Tracey just as the length of their kiss was about to pass beyond any
reasonable point of innocence.  He could not be sure that anyone was
actually watching, but people would quickly notice a long kiss in the
doorway between the huge black man and his aunt.  Bill was always careful
to hide the affair, wanting to preserve his family relations.  The sex with
Tracey was far too good to pass up, but he sought to be discreet when
possible.  A little playfulness was always welcome from time to time, but
when Tracey got especially horny Bill often had to be on guard.  There was
no doubt that this was one such occasion.

   "I love mistletoe." Tracey said softly after the kiss as she looked into
Bill's dark brown eyes.

   Bill looked to his side and quickly moved away, leaving Tracey once
again disappointed.  In just a moment Tracey knew why he had moved, as her
husband quickly slipped into place across from Tracey underneath the
mistletoe.

   "Have to kiss under mistletoe!" Bob said excitedly, his face plainly
hopeful as he puckered up.

   "Oh let me give you a hand with that Janice!" Tracey exclaimed as she
quickly walked away, pretending not to have seen or heard her husband.  How
could I kiss him just after kissing Billy, Tracey thought to herself
disgustedly.  That's like going from the creamiest chocolate ever to liver
and onions!  Gross!  Tracey could barely ever bring herself to kiss her
husband, but definitely not after kissing Bill.  Going from Bill's thick,
luxurious lips and his soft tongue that had explored so much of her body,
both inside and out, to Bob's desperate, thin, slobbering lips was just too
much to ask.

   Tracey made her way into the kitchen, glad for her escape from Bill. 
The women were in the kitchen, Bob's mother Carol with his sister Janice
fussing over the turkey that was for supper while his sister's Nancy and
Jill sat at the table, popping chocolates into their mouths.

   "Take a seat Trace!" Nancy said from the table in the corner.

   "Yes, yes, join us." Jill implored her.

   "Absolutely!"Tracey said as she walked to the table and sat down, glad
not to be assisting Janice as she worried about every little aspect of the
turkey.  The act of sitting caused Tracey's coat to rise up, exposing what
her sisters-in-law, already somewhat taken aback by her outfit, would deem
a scandalous amount of leg.  Tracey decided to place her legs underneath
the table, hopeful that the wrong eyes would not notice.

   "MMMMMMMMM I just love chocolate, even though it's bad for me.  Don't
you Tracey?" Nancy asked.

   "I just love it...  it's my only weakness." Jill chimed in.

   "I...  I have to agree with that!" Tracey said as the women laughed. 
Chocolate definitely is not bad for you though, Tracey concluded
confidently.  She watched the women as they popped more chocolates into
their mouths, and Tracey indulged as well.  A tremendous body was Tracey's
reward for her discipline, which involved regular exercise and a pretty
healthy diet.  Tracey was still quite proud of her curves however,
particularly the looks they brought her way, and never starved herself or
denied herself a reasonable treat.  All of my treats are chocolate, Tracey
said to herself amusedly.  My chocolate actually keeps my body firm!

   "At Christmas I just like to give in and go wild on chocolate!" Nancy
stated before consuming another piece.

   Tracey nodded vigourously in response, conveying her agreement.  Her
pussy ached for contact as she became increasingly desperate for Bill and
his payload of chocolate.  The jingling of bells was heard as Tracey
started playing gently with the bells high on her sock, hoping to distract
herself.

   "Did you by any chance bring your famous Oreo truffles, Tracey?  There's
something so nice about the way the chocolate and the white stuff mix
together." Jill asked optimistically.

   Tracey just shook her head, her mind wandering from the conversation
taking place directly in front of her.

   "Oh well.  There's just something about a big, hard piece of chocolate
that's hard to beat!" Jill said pleasantly as she took another bite.

   Tracey barely responded, although she knew that Jill was more right than
she could even imagine.  While Tracey thought about the joys of chocolate,
her hands moved further and further up her thighs...

   Tracey brought her lips and tongue up along Bill's torso, kissing and
licking every dip and bulge of his black muscles.  Laying naked in the
kitchen on top of her equally unclothed nephew had Tracey in a frenzy.  She
eventually made her way up to the rocklike chest and began circling the
black nipples with her tongue.  Feeling Bill's hard, strong body underneath
her, with the lustrous black skin bare against her own, always made Tracey
feel like the luckiest person in the world.  It also made her incredibly
horny.  As her lips and tongue made their way to the thick neck, Tracey
reached behind her and grabbed the big black anaconda behind her.  Feeling
its power in her small hands, the monstrous serpent throbbing expectantly,
caused Tracey to react on pure instinct, lifting her hips into the air
until she hovered just above the object of her affection.  Tracey wasted no
time dropping herself onto her nephew.  As Bill penetrated her, Tracey felt
pleasure radiate from her pussy outward toward the rest of her body.  She
was now an expert at enveloping Bill's manhood, her pussy having been
resized by her black nephew countless times.  Still, he always managed to
stretch Tracey to the limit, bringing her an intense pleasure that nothing
in the world came close to matching.  Bill began bucking his hips, and
Tracey responded by humping back, sending the black cock into the deepest
parts of her body.  Tracey let out a screech of delight and threw her head
back.  She could now see the family appearing in the doorway, their faces
once again shocked as they watched Tracey riding Bill in the middle of the
kitchen floor.  There's nothing I can do, Tracey told herself as both she
and Bill continued.  It's only natural for me to want the biggest, blackest
cock inside me, and no one can match Billy!  Tracey was glad that they
could see her in her element.  This is what's meant to be, Tracey admitted
happily.  Two people giving in and providing each other with endless
pleasure.  I'll never stop now, Tracey told herself Bill lifted his head
and sucked her nipple into his mouth.  He also intensified his thrusts,
practically sending Tracey into convulsions as she gave no thought to the
family watching her as she fucked her husband's black nephew.  This
is...so...  OH...  OH FU...  OH FUCK...

   "Oh my goodness Tracey!" Carol said, shocked.

   "I've never heard you swear before." Jill stated,also surprised.

   Tracey realized as she pulled her damp fingers out from underneath the
table that she must have let slip as she became increasingly involved in
her fantasy.  The same fantasy that she wished more than anything was
reality.

   "I'm so sorry ladies, I don't know what came over me!  You'll have to
excuse me." Tracey said before standing up from the table.  The women gave
her curious looks as she left the room, glad to escape the awkward
situation.

   "Look up!" Bob's voice exclaimed from behind Tracey.  He held the piece
of mistletoe in his hand and dangled it over their heads.  He had been
waiting for Tracey to return to the living room from the kitchen, and was
clearly proud that his little plan had worked.  Tracey's face clearly
indicated that she was less than impressed.  When Bob pressed his lips
toward Tracey, she only had time to ensure that he struck her cheek instead
of her lips.  Tracey rolled her eyes as Bob achieved his lofty goal.

   "Grow up Bob!  You're like a little boy, desperate for a kiss.  So
pathetic." Tracey said, shaking her head in the direction on her dejected
husband.

   "Give me that." Tracey said as she grabbed the ornament.  Ariel was
nearby and Tracey handed the mistletoe to her daughter, content she would
not spring such an unwelcomed surprise on her.

   "Alright everyone, time for some family films!  No arguments, everyone
grab a seat while we set up." Carol said as she came into the room.  The
family responded by sitting all around the living room, some in chairs
while others sat on the carpet near the fireplace.  Tracey sat on the large
blue couch, Bill next to her on the end.  Bob sat sulking at the other end,
one sister and one brother-in-law sitting between him and his wife.

   The family laughed together as old videos showed younger versions of the
people in the room as they mugged for the camera.  Tracey was happy to be
distracted by her daughter instead of the inane video, as she sat on her
lap and played with the mistletoe.

   "Kiss time Mommy." Ariel said as she held the mistletoe over Tracey's
head.  Tracey responded by crinkling her nose and kissing her daughter,
sending the little girl into fits of laughter as she discovered the new
power that the mistletoe gave her.  This sequence repeated several times.

   "What about your godfather?" Tracey asked Ariel, looking toward Bill. 
He was clearly amused by the scene to his right as Tracey played with her
daughter.

   "Kiss time Billy." Ariel said as she held the mistletoe over her
godfather.  She once again laughed hysterically when he responded by giving
her a small kiss.

   "OK you go over and see Daddy sweetheart." Tracey said as Ariel climbed
off the couch and then moved toward the other end.  Billy really would be
an amazing father, Tracey thought to herself as she swooned.  The thought
of having a child with Bill made Tracey's ovaries rumble like nothing else.

   With Ariel gone, Tracey snuggled into Billy, leaning against him and
pressing into him as much as possible.  In almost no time Tracey had
positioned herself so that she was practically on Bill's lap, confident
that no one would notice as they watched the movie.

   She can't just tease me like this, Bill told himself slyly as Tracey's
sweet perfume filled his nostrils.  He associated the smell with wild,
passionate sex and found it to be almost intoxicating.  Slowly, Bill
brought his face toward Tracey, his head perched just above the white fur
lining of her jacket.  Burying his face in Tracey's slender neck, Bill
began slowly kissing her, eliciting a whimper from his lusty aunt.  Bill
then moved his hand to Tracey's soft thigh, though she nervously slapped
his hand away.  Tracey continued to press her thighs together and slap at
Bill's hand, although as he nibbled his way higher Tracey's resistance
faded.  By the time Bill's mouth reached Tracey's earlobe, his hand was
firmly grabbing her milky thigh.

   "Hope you got me something good for a present.  I've got a package that
you're going to go crazy for..." Bill whispered to Tracey before biting
down gently on her earlobe.  Bill felt Tracey's legs part, the warmth
emanating from her loins gave a clear invitation to his hand.  Bill's
powerful hand crept closer and closer to Tracey's eager pussy as the family
watched themselves on the television.

   "I think it's time now Bill." Janice's voice was directed toward Bill's
ear from above.  From her angle, it appeared as though Bill was just
whispering something to his very interested aunt.

   Both Bill and Tracey had forgotten that he was supposed to dress up as
Santa Claus that afternoon.  The family wanted to surprise Ariel with a
visit from Santa, and when her uncle Barry refused it was Bill who was
volunteered for the role.  He reluctantly got up from the couch to fulfil
his obligation as Tracey slowly slid off his lap, her eyes watering as her
body realized that Bill's touch was no longer imminent.

   As Bill left the room, and headed to Janice's bedroom to change, the
rest of the family continued watching the video.  Tracey noticed that the
events on screen were now much more recent, as she looked at the big dance
from Jill's wedding.  A slight sense of dread filled Tracey as she realized
what was soon to come.  Just two minutes later the video jumped ahead to
Tracey's wedding to Bob.

   The people in the room all looked at Tracey and smiled, and Tracey knew
that she had to force herself into a big, fake smile to appease them.  As
she forced herself to smile and watch the screen, Tracey reflected on her
marriage.  She was 24 years old in the video, beautiful in her white
wedding dress as she smiled at Bob.  I was so young and stupid, Tracey
thought as she continued forcing her lips into a smile.  At age 22 Tracey
returned home from university, a changed and frustrated young woman.  Early
on in her freshman year she had started having sex with black men.  After
her very first encounter Tracey was hooked, and remained black exclusive
for the duration of her time in university.  This was a secret to her
friends and family at home, and Tracey swore those who knew her at
university to secrecy.  There were no interracial relationships at home, in
fact there was only one race in the whole town, and Tracey wanted to avoid
any kind of scandal for herself or her family.  Once home again, mainly to
take care of her ailing father, Tracey struggled with the pool of men
available to her, all white and precisely not what she was looking for. 
Bob had pursued her doggedly, never giving up even after Tracey had turned
him down multiple times.  Bob was handsome and successful, and Tracey's
family and friends pressured her to date him.  Eventually Tracey agreed,
and found Bob to be a decent man who was completely devoted to pleasing
her. He never stood a chance though, Tracey thought reflectively.  I can
still remember the first time I saw it...  so little and pale.  The first
time that they had sex Tracey didn't know what to do with Bob's penis, as
it paled in comparison to what she had grown accustomed to.  She hardly
felt a thing as Bob climbed on top of her and slowly thrust into her,
lasting only two or three minutes.  Tracey could still remember staying up
for hours that night, wondering sadly what she had gotten herself into.

   It took almost a year, but Tracey finally convinced herself that she was
in love with Bob and that they could be happy together forever.  She told
herself that her experiences in university were just experiments, and that
she had moved on from that part of her life.  Tracey agreed to marry Bob,
and when they had sex there were times when Bob would rub against her clit
enough to stimulate something that Tracey would convince herself was a real
orgasm.  The sexual frustration built up for Tracey as she tried to ignore
it.  The results of that frustration thrilled an unwitting Bob, as Tracey
wanted sex every night in order to gain some satisfaction.  He was up for
that on most nights, and was blissfully content in their marriage.  I was
never truly happy after that day, Tracey told herself as she watched more
clips from her wedding.  Not until Billy reminded me of everything I tried
to forget.  Tracey felt a shiver go through her body.  I guess it wasn't a
total waste though, she thought as she tried to cheer herself up.  I may
never have met Billy if it wasn't for Bob, and I wouldn't have Ariel.  I
guess good things can come from bad situations, Tracey told herself.

   Still, a thought nagged at Tracey.  What if I never married him... 
Tracey could not shake the thought from her head.  I would have met Billy
at some point, Tracey told herself as her pulse quickened.  A big, handsome
black man like that couldn't hide forever in a town like this.  He's such a
good athlete too, I would have seen him in the newspaper...  Tracey became
increasingly excited by this alternate universe that now existed in her
mind.  I would have met him sometime...  I would have found him no matter
what.  I would have seduced him...  or let him seduce me.  I would have
screwed him so good, every day and night, that he wouldn't need any other
women.  My family would understand once they saw him, talked to him, Tracey
convinced herself.  We would have so many little black babies...  life
would be so...  perfect.

   "HO HO HO!  Merry Christmas!" Bill's voice sounded, ending Tracey's
newest fantasy.  He came into the room in full Santa gear, much to the
delight of young Ariel.  There were issues with the costume however, as
Bill was much taller and muscular than Barry, and as a result the costume
was too small.  Bill's black skin was visible at the bottom of the red
pants that were clearly too tight for him as Tracey's eyes wandered to his
impressive bulge.  He barely fit into the red shirt, meaning that there
could be no stuffing for the belly, and the bottom of his abdomen was also
visible as well as the top of his chest and parts of his large forearms. 
Bill still wore the traditional Santa hat and beard however, and the
overall package was enough to convince the little girl.  The black Santa
Claus walked over to the large armchair by the fireplace, pulled a
belligerent Barry from it and sat down.

   "I heard there is a little girl here who was good all year long!  I
think I forgot to drop off one of her presents last night, so I made one
last stop before I head back to the North Pole!" Bill said, making his deep
voice sound as husky as possible.  Ariel's eyes lit up and she ran toward
him and jumped into his lap.

   Everyone watched and laughed as Bill played Santa for his young cousin.
She was ecstatic to receive her new present and wasted no time in
unwrapping it for all to see.  When she was done, Ariel left Bill's lap and
moved to show her mother the newest toy that she had been given.

   "Anyone else who wants to sit on Santa's lap?" Bill asked, with more
than a twinkle in his eye.

   "I do!" Tracey hollered quickly.  Before making her way to Bill, she
whispered something into her daughter's ear.  Once finished, she hopped
into his lap, straddling his legs with her own.  The upper parts of
Tracey's thighs were exposed for all to see, and she could not have cared
less.

   "Well well young lady, I think you've been very naughty this year!" Bill
said, causing the room to laugh and Tracey to giggle deviously.

   "Maybe just a little bit..." Tracey said coyly, her facial expression
one of excitement.

   "Young lady, I have something big for you this year.  A really big
package, and some treats from by big black sack!" Bill said, his voice deep
and laced with hidden meaning.

   "Give it to her Santa!" Nancy hollered as Tracey began to feel the
outline of Bill's cock underneath her ass.

   "Go easy on her..." Bob said, protective of his wife as Tracey became
more focused on the thickness underneath her.

   "No way, give it to her Santa!" Janice replied as Tracey felt Bill stir
below.

   "I think Tracey should get something big, black and hard for Christmas!"
Jill yelled.

   "That sounds...  amazing..." Tracey said slowly as her mind wandered...

   He was relentless.  Tracey was naked on all fours as Bill pounded into
her rapidly, her toes and fingers digging into the rug in order to keep
balanced.  Tracey could feel the huge head of his cock slamming deep inside
her, while the friction caused by ten inches of black steel had her right
on the edge of a massive orgasm.  Large, strong black hands were wrapped
around Tracey's narrow waist as Bill somehow picked up the speed of his
thrusts to an incredible level.  Tracey's mouth was open as she moaned her
approval, her delight and her complete devotion.  This is what I need,
Tracey told herself hurriedly as the astonished faces of the family once
again came into view.  No wonder they're shocked, Tracey thought to herself
as she focused on her black nephew and what he was doing to her.  They've
never seen something as big and beautiful as Billy's Big Black Cock!  This
is what a man looks like, Tracey told herself as the orgasm built and Bill
slammed him body into Tracey's behind repeatedly.  This is what a man
should do to a woman!  This is how a real man, a BLACK MAN, fucks!  Bill
buried his cock into Tracey until his balls swung forward and slapped her
crotch, sending her into a frenzy.  I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW!  I AM MEANT FOR
BIG BLACK COCK AND NOTHING CAN GET IN THE WAY OF THAT!!  Tracey screamed at
them as her body prepared to explode in orgasm...

   "Trace, are you serious?" Jill asked her somewhat confused
sister-in-law.

   "You mean you want some big piece of coal for Christmas?  I don't think
that cursing in the kitchen was enough to warrant a piece of coal." Carol
said, confused but amused.

   Coal, Tracey thought to herself as she struggled to catch her breath. 
They were talking about a big, black, hard piece of...  coal.  I can't take
this for much longer, Tracey told herself.

   "Mistletoe!" Ariel suddenly yelled from behind the large chair where her
mother and the black Santa Claus sat.  She raised her arm up in the air,
with the mistletoe hanging just above their heads.

   "Mommy kiss Santa!  Mommy kiss Santa!" Ariel said as she laughed. 
Tracey had almost forgotten that she had whispered to her daughter that it
would be funny to make Mommy and Santa kiss.  Now, as she sat on Bill's lap
a jumble of desire and lust in front of the family, Tracey knew that it was
not a good idea.  In spite of that knowledge, Tracey could not turn down
the opportunity.  I need him, she thought to herself as she turned away
from the family and grabbed Bill's face to pull him toward her, the Santa
beard not at all a deterrence.

   Tracey's mouth embraced Bill's lips, and he returned the favour.  What
appeared to the family to be a comical, exaggerated kiss was actually a
desperately passionate kiss between two secret lovers.  Tracey and Bill
pressed their lips into each other as their tongues tangled in each others'
mouths, their lips closing and opening around them.  What I wouldn't give
to be able to do this whenever I wanted, Tracey lamented.  This went on for
a few seconds, until Bill gave Tracey a pinch and she begrudgingly pulled
away, pulling his full bottom lip along between her teeth until it sprang
back.  The family assumed that the kiss had been an exaggerated peck, done
so as to amuse them as no one actually kissed that passionately.  Tracey's
husband Bob was unimpressed, having been spurned by his wife multiple times
while she openly kissed his nephew under the mistletoe repeatedly.  He
would not bring up this displeasure however, being fearful of ruining what
he hoped would be a Christmas present of the sexual variety later that
evening from his wife.

   "I want that big black package sooooo fucking bad!" Tracey whispered
into Bill's ear.

   "OK, very funny, now everyone settle down.  It's time for church, so
let's all get bundled up and head out!  Tracey, since you kept your coat on
you're ahead of the game." Carol said.  It was tradition that the family
went to church together before Christmas dinner.  Tracey knew that, though
she had no plans of going to church that afternoon.

   Tracey anxiously watched as the family trickled out of the living room
in order to get their coats.  Before long everyone was wearing their winter
gear and was ready to depart.  The only exceptions were Bill and Janice.

   "I'm staying home.  It's going to take me awhile to get out of this
costume, and I don't want to make you guys late." Bill said, knowing that
there was no way he was leaving the house without first nailing Tracey.

   "We can wait for you dear, no problem.  Your mother would be so
disappointed if you didn't go." Carol pleaded with her grandson.  Bill's
parents were currently in West Africa on yet another mission, but there was
no question that they would want him to go to church with the family.  Bill
was now in his 20s however and a confident, willful man.  No one could
force him to attend.

   "That's ok, I'll wait here.  Maybe even get a little snack while
everyone's out." Bill said with a wink.  Tracey beamed from further back in
the living room.

   "Oh no you aren't!  I have to stay back here with the turkey, and there
will not be any tasting it until dinner time!" Janice replied.  Tracey's
heart sunk.  I cannot let her get in the way, Tracey said as she
desperately moved toward Janice in the kitchen.

   "You go to church Janice!  I'll watch the turkey, don't you worry."
Tracey said, trying to disguise her desperation with helpfulness.

   "That's ok Tracey, you go with your little girl.  It's my turkey, I'll
watch it.  Besides, I want everything to be just perfect." Janice
responded, clearly intent on staying home.

   "Janice, I'm not feeling very good anyway.  I've been wearing my coat
since we arrived for goodness sake, I'll just die of chill if I have to go
back outside.  Let me handle it for you!" Tracey implored Janice, her
facade cracking as her motivations were held just below the surface.

   "JANICE!!  Let's get a move on..." Barry bellowed from the hallway
before Janice could respond to Tracey.  This distracted her, until her
mother came into the kitchen.

   "Janice, we might need you to watch your husband.  He's drunk as a
skunk. Tracey can handle the turkey, and maybe her helpful nephew can give
her a hand." Carol said, smiling as her eyes moved to everyone in the room,
imploring her grandson to be a considerate gentleman.  Janice gave a long,
displeased sigh before speaking, as Tracey held her breath nervously.

   "Fine, mom.  No sneaking a taste though Bill." Janice said with a frown
as she looked at her oven.

   "Absolutely, aunt Janice." Bill said with a grin.

   "Good, let's go then.  See you after church my dears." Carol said as she
dragged her daughter from the kitchen.

   "Trace, remember to take the turkey out in half an hour and let it sit
in its juices!" Janice said before disappearing from the room, clearly very
concerned about the fate of her turkey.

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Tracey squealed with delight as Janice left the room.
Hopping up and down in her high heels and causing her bells to jingle,
Tracey could barely contain her excitement.

   Bill was amused by his aunt celebrating their chance to be alone so
excitedly.  While he remained stoic, Bill was also tremendously grateful
for the opportunity.  She's definitely down to fuck, Bill told himself as
he walked toward the hallway.  He had been with Tracey earlier in the week,
and with a few other girls since, but for every day they went without sex
their desire for each other seemed to grow exponentially.  This was
particularly true when, as was the case that afternoon, Bill and Tracey
were around each other and had to be discreet.  The thick shaft of Bill's
cock began to stiffen and rise as he leaned against the doorway and watched
his relatives preparing for the short walk to church.

   "Bye everyone!  Take your time out there, especially on the way back! 
It might get icy!" Tracey said, sounding oddly hopeful.

   "Just you mind the turkey...  and keep that nig...  boy away from my
stuff..." Barry said loudly as he waddled near the door.  His wife Janice,
mortified, covered his mouth and pushed him out the door.  Barry would not
have slipped up in that manner if not for the alcohol, and Bill would not
have taken such an insult under regular circumstances, but the thought of
what was moments away kept him smiling as he took off his white beard.

   The family said their goodbyes and stepped past the doorway one by one.
Bob looked sullen as he carried his daughter out the door while looking
back at his wife, who seemed intent on spending as little time with him as
possibly this Christmas, but he followed along with the rest.

   Once the final person left and closed the door behind them Tracey
pounced on Bill, knocking him backward into the wall.  They kissed wildly,
a mess of lips, tongue and saliva.  Bill brought his hands up to Tracey's
blonde hair and grabbed two handfuls, while she pressed her hands into his
chest, glad to finally be able to maul the black stud.  Kissing Bill left
Tracey lightheaded, as blood rushed throughout her body.  She broke off
their kiss and placed her head on his chest, feeling safe and secure.

   "We don't have much time, baby.  You know what that means..." Bill said
as he reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt.  As he lifted the tight
Santa shirt up, Tracey moved her head and marvelled at what Bill exposed.
Now this is what a body is supposed to look like: Strong, hard and black!
Incredible, Tracey thought to herself as she traced along the ridges of
Bill's stomach with her lilly white finger, the contrast exciting her just
as it always did.

   "Present time." Bill said deeply and firmly, smacking Tracey on the ass
as he looked into her gorgeous, deep blue eyes.  Tracey beamed at him and
turned toward the living room, picking her Santa hat up as she sauntered
inside.  Her nephew followed right behind her as the bells on her socks
jingled pleasantly.

   Bill sat in the Barry's big chair by the fireplace, his large black
frame filling it more than his chubby uncle ever did.  Tracey stood in
front of him, her legs spread apart as she leaned to one side and stared
lustily at the dark abs, chest and biceps in front of her.  Bill had
enjoyed looking at Tracey's lithe legs, her Christmas socks clinging to
them so tantalizingly, but he was ready for more.

   "Well, I wanted to get my man something that he likes, so I started
thinking...  what does Billy like?" Tracey said sweetly as she undid her
top two buttons in the first row on her coat.

   "I realized that I definitely know what my man likes..." Tracey said
sweetly once again, as she undid the second row of buttons while Bill
nodded and licked his lips.

   "And I wanted something that we could enjoy...  together..." Tracey said
as she undid the last row of buttons.

   "Merry Christmas Billy." Tracey said as she dropped her coat to the
floor.  Bill's magnificent aunt now stood in front of him, her scandalous
Christmas outfit barely concealing her sexy white body.  In addition to her
hat, red heels and striped high socks, Tracey wore a tiny red silk skirt
that barely covered her pussy and only fell low enough to cover half of her
thick, fleshly ass.  Bill had forbidden Tracey from wearing panties around
him, and he could clearly see that she had once again followed his
instructions perfectly.  Above that was her exposed waist, nicely toned and
narrow.  Tracey wore a small red bra with white trim that did little to
obscure her generous cleavage.  Now this is a body meant for getting black
topped, Bill thought to himself as he reached forward and grabbed Tracey
around the back, pulling her toward him as her hat fell to the floor.

   Tracey straddled Bill and held the back of his neck with one hand as he
kissed her shoulder.  With her free hand Tracey rubbed Bill's v-shaped
back. I think he likes it, she thought to herself proudly as Bill's lips
made their way down Tracey's neckline.  Before long Bill was kissing the
soft white flesh of Tracey's breast, his hands on the back of her bra. 
With one powerful yank the bra snapped and Tracey's tremendous tits sprang
free.  Bill threw Tracey's bra into the fire behind him, implicitly knowing
that it would no longer be needed.  Bill quickly sucked Tracey's pink
nipple into his mouth, sending ecstasy through her body as he began
pinching the other nipple between his fingers.  Ohhhhhh there's nothing
sexier than a black man just taking what he wants, Tracey said as Bill
played with her body.

   Bill allowed Tracey's incredibly soft skin to fill his mouth, the hard
nub of her nipple the target of his warm, wet tongue.  He sucked Tracey's
breast in and out of his mouth while Tracey moaned with each flick of his
tongue over her nipple.  Bill took great joy sucking on Tracey's breasts,
content in the knowledge that they were for him only, her children
included. Black owned, Bill said to himself as he moved his mouth across to
Tracey's dry, erect nipple.  She once again moaned her approval at this
act. Bill slid his hands down past the small of Tracey's back to the bulge
of her ass, the little skirt she was wearing proving to be little more than
an ornament on her fantastic body.  Bill grabbed the white mounds of
Tracey's butt tightly, her flesh more than ample enough to fill each hand.

   Tracey loved when Bill grabbed her body possessively.  I love being
Billy's plaything, Tracey thought as endorphins rushed through her body. 
Bill's tongue and lips continued to bring pleasure to Tracey's tits as his
hands squeezed her ass ever tighter.  Blacks only, Tracey said to herself
happily as she focused on the feeling of Bill's ebony hands on her.

   "I want you to wreck this present baby!!" Tracey yelped as Bill
continued going to work on her tits and ass.

   Heeding Tracey's advice, Bill let go of Tracey's body with his hands and
mouth.

   "Knees.  Now!" Bill ordered, as Tracey slid down his body to the rug in
front of the chair, a dozey expression on her face.  She got off on
following Bill's instructions and couldn't wait for what was next.  A real
man doesn't ask, Tracey told herself.  He demands what is rightfully his.

   "Time to open your present." Bill said, spreading his legs and smirking
as he saw the look of wonder on Tracey's face.

   Tracey's hands flew to the top of Bill's tight red Santa pants.  I'm so
spoiled, Tracey thought as she tugged on the pants.  It was a struggle to
get the pants down, as they caught on Bill's ass, thighs and calves.  Screw
this powerful black body, Tracey said to herself facetiously as the
struggle continued.  I fully intend to, she added as she finally made some
progress and the base of Bill's cock became visible.  This sight never
failed to send Tracey into a frenzy, and she responded to it by pulling on
the pants with tremendous force.  Bill's package sprung free, and Tracey
marvelled at the thick chocolate stick in front of her.

   At least ten inches and almost unfathomably thick, Bill's jet black cock
was sporting a small red ribbon tied into a bow just a few inches above the
bulbous head.

   "AWWWWW!  It's the best present I've ever been given!" Tracey said,
completely earnest as her eyes were wide and merry.  She kissed the tip of
Bill's head, tasting a bit of salty precum and savouring it.  Tracey then
greedily sucked her nephew's black cock into her mouth, untying the bow
just before her lips shot past it and toward Bill's crotch.  Nothing says
love like a Big Black Cock, Tracey thought to herself as she felt the
pulsating blackness fill her mouth and throat.

   Shit I'm not going to last too long, Bill thought as Tracey got to work
on him, circling his dark plum-like head slowly and purposefully with her
tongue.  Between Tracey's skill and the tension that had built up due to
their teasing throughout the afternoon, Bill knew that he would cum quickly
and powerfully.  Deciding to enjoy the experienced while it lasted, Bill
looked down in order to take in the visual.  Tracey's small white hands
rested on his sinewy black thighs, the diamond on her wedding ring, largely
rendered an expensive trinket, now rather dull.  Tracey wore the ring on a
finger which always had its nail painted black.  Bill looked at his aunt's
beautiful face, everything flawless as she inhaled his black package past
her pink lips.  Tracey knew exactly what she was doing as her lips and
tongue worked together brilliantly, sending ripples of pleasure throughout
Bill's body.  The young black man started thinking about his uncle's wife
as his balls started rumbling.  That's my uncle's sexy ass wife on my dick,
Bill thought to himself as Tracey started deepthroating him.  That
beautiful white face in my crotch...  those soft lips that are supposed to
kiss him are wrapped tight around my dick...  her tongue massaging my black
baby maker...  those blue eyes staring at me as she does whatever she can
to please me, not him...  oh fuck...

   Tracey watched as Bill suddenly stood in front of her.  Never stopping
her work, Tracey pressed her face into Bill until her bottom lip touched
the top of his full black sack.  Her nose pressed into the black pubic
region, the short hairs tickling her cute nose, though Tracey was
experiences enough when it came to blowing her big black nephew that it did
not hinder her in any way.  Tracey deeply breathed in the musky, masculine
smell that drove her wild.  If I could bottle this I would wear it as
perfume every day, Tracey decided as she smelled her nephew's black
manhood. I never want to smell anything else.  Tracey slowly pulled her
head back, wiggling her tongue along the hard underside of Bill's shaft as
she did so.  I'll never have a tastier chocolate treat, Tracey confidently
concluded.  She did not notice when Bill had reached back to grab the
stocking with the big B in front that hung on the mantle over the
fireplace, but she did notice when Bill's other hand grabbed her head.  He
began rapidly stabbing at Tracey's mouth with his cock, his hand holding
her head in place with its powerful grip.  Tracey knew that Bill was in
complete control as she pressed her palms into his ass cheeks and held on,
ecstatic that he was using her body to get off.  The thought of her body
being used as a tool for getting a big black cock to cum, especially one as
big and black as Bill's, had Tracey on the verge of cumming herself.  Bill
was so forceful as he fucked Tracey's face that he even caused her knees to
rub continually into the carpet.  Just as she could feel the cock begin
twitching in her mouth, Tracey was shocked that Bill pulled out.

   "Jerk it.  Now!!" Bill exclaimed, holding the stocking out in front of
his rock hard member.

   Tracey giggled as she obediently began stroking Bill's cock with both
hands, twisting and turning them in an effort to touch every inch of the
black monster.  It was only seconds before the first gigantic gob of Bill's
jizz shot out and went straight into Barry's stocking.  Bill continued to
shoot thick strands of semen into his racist uncle's stocking, glad to be
cumming and also happy to stick it to the old fool.  While Tracey enjoyed
the thought of Barry coming into contact with Billy's juices, she still
felt a sense of melancholy.  Strong black seed belongs in white women,
Tracey thought to herself as she watched another thick deposit of semen
shoot out of the vertical slit and into the stocking.  Billy's seed belongs
in me!

   Before the next wad could be shot Tracey pushed the dark bazooka into
her mouth, unable to stand the thought of more of Bill's sperm rockets
landing anywhere other than her mouth.  The increased stimulation caused
Bill to somehow start cumming even faster than before, his hips bucking
wildly.  Tracey blocked the first blast of sperm with the bottom of her
tongue, wanting to keep some of the rich seed in her mouth to enjoy.  The
hot, thick, sticky liquid tasted better to Tracey than anything that she
had received in her own stocking.  Screw the turkey this is all the gravy I
need, Tracey thought as the taste of black cum drove her wild.  The next
wad struck the back of Tracey's throat with great force, before Bill's hot
baby batter slid down Tracey's throat to her eager belly.  This continued
for over a minute, with Tracey occasionally keeping some in her mouth so
that she could enjoy the taste.  When Bill's black firehose finally
stopped, he moved backwards into the chair as Tracey leaned back on her
heels.  Bill never complained about Tracey finally deciding to take him
into her mouth.  I could nut in that mouth every damn day, he said to
himself as he enjoyed the blissful feeling flooding his body.

   "I know you've still got more game than that." Bill said with a chuckle
as he relaxed in the chair.

   "Of course!" Tracey replied, rising to her feet.  Her pussy was still
throbbing as she had not yet climaxed.  Thank god Billy is such a man,
Tracey thought as her lips creased into a smile.  He's always ready for
some more.

   Tracey took a step forward so that she was directly in front of Bill
before turning around, exposing her ass proudly to him.  The silky red
fabric sat on top of her ass as though it was a fleshy shelf.  The skirt
was completely useless as a means of providing any modesty, which was just
what Tracey had hoped for.  I'm so glad I have a big butt, Tracey thought
to herself as she watched Bill staring at her.  I just love having black
men watching me.

   Bill was happy to oblidge Tracey as he soaked in the image in front of
him.  He was always amazed at the way Tracey's slender waist mushroomed
into wider hips and then an even larger booty.  Equally astonishing was
that Tracey's round, plump ass did not sag at all.  Her weekly regimen of
running, doing squats and fucking her nephew left Tracey in great shape and
with a killer body.  Bill continued watching as Tracey began seductively
swaying her hips, her succulent rump shaking from side to side.  Seeing
that great white piece in motion always got Bill excited, and he felt his
cock stir slightly already.  This was not missed by Tracey, as the sight
encouraged her to move her body even more sensually.  Tracey started moving
her hips in a circular motion as she bent her knees, and watched as Bill
followed her ass as though he was hypnotized.  God damn that's beautiful,
Bill thought to himself as blood rushed to his main extremity.  Feeling his
excitement, and feeling increasingly aroused due to having the big black
man's eyes glued to her, Tracey knew that she needed some contact.  She
bent down so that her ass pressed into Bill's thigh.  As he watched
Tracey's delicate white skin pressing against his black body and self her
softness, Bill's cock twitched once again.  Tracey wiggled her ass on Bill,
and he could feel the wetness dripping from her trembling pinkness.  Things
progressed as Tracey wiggled her ass across Bill's lap to his other thigh
and repeated her little show, spurring on Bill's recovery even more.

   Tracey surprised Bill by standing up in front of him once again.  She
was surprised with herself as well, as she thought that once she pressed
her naked ass and pussy into Bill's lap she would not be able to think of
anything but getting laid.  She was enjoying putting on a special Christmas
show though, so she pressed on, knowing full well that wall shaking sex was
still to come.  Once again standing in front of her black stallion, Tracey
bent over while keeping her ample posterior high in the air.

   "Like what you see?" She asked, trying to make her voice as sexy as
possible.  Bill did not directly answer her, but Tracey was still more than
satisfied with his response.

   Bill buried his face into Tracey's ass and vag, his hands grabbing onto
her bulging cheeks.  Bill's tongue quickly found its way into Tracey's wet,
pink pussy, and he felt a hint of the tremor that went through her body. 
Tracey's juices tasted sweet on Bill's tongue as he worked in and out of
Tracey, as well as along her engorged clit.  Bill's wide nosed pressed
against Tracey's loose asshole as he enjoyed sampling her body.  After a
few minutes of eating Tracey out, Bill moved his face further up Tracey's
crack, taking a moment to bury his tongue in her dark hole and causing
Tracey to scream with delight.  Bill eventually moved along before stopping
to shake his face as he pushed against Tracey's booty.  His cock now rock
hard once again and more than ready to go, Bill pulled his aunt back and in
no time at all lined her up before impaling her on his bulky black rod.

   "Sit on Santa's lap one more time." Bill said as he did this, Tracey's
wet pussy sliding along his long dark dong.

   "OH MY GOD YESSS!" Tracey screamed as the feeling of the black cock
inside her pushed her over the edge, the size and friction proving to be
too much for the umpteenth time.  Tracey's body trembled as she was struck
with a massive orgasm.  How does he do it everytime, Tracey marvelled as
the orgasmic delight surged through her body.  It's just meant to be!  Bill
continued bucking underneath her, pushing his schlong deeper and deeper
inside Tracey's tight pink walls.  Tracey's toes were still curled and her
hands were in her hair as she started regaining her composure.  Tracey
began fucking Bill back, bouncing up and down on her forbidden black treat.
Tracey's voluptuous tits jiggled every time she crashed back into the hard
black lap, and her ass pushed into him and ballooned outward every time
they made contact.  Bill and Tracey continued fucking passionately, their
sweaty bodies intertwined as their sweat and sex soaked into Barry's chair.

   Bill watched Tracey bobbing up and down on his cock, her gorgeous ass
slamming into him repeatedly, and knew that he was enjoying his greatest
Christmas present ever.  The pussy wrapped around his member hugged him
tightly, even producing spasms when Tracey started cumming.  Their legs
were working together, as Tracey rested her thighs on top of Bill's and
made huge that she dropped her poon onto him just as Bill pushed upward,
allowing for maximum penetration.  As much as Bill enjoyed having Tracey
ride him in the chair, he was still keenly aware that they had been at it
for awhile and that their relatives may be coming home before long.  Even
though it went against all of his base instincts, Bill eventually stood up.
Tracey's clenched pussy was unable to keep him inside her, despite her best
efforts.

   "BILLY?!" Tracey whined, breathless and glistening.  She was always
disappointed when he pulled out of her but especially so when it was
unexpected.

   "Don't worry baby, we're not done fucking yet.  We're just moving it to
the bedroom for some more privacy." Bill said before picking Tracey up
effortlessly and carrying her in his arms.  Tracey enjoyed being held by
Bill, but she was in no hurry to leave the living room.

   No!  Tracey was saddened by Bill's statement as was carried toward the
doorway.  If they would just see us, if everything was just out in the
open...  the unhappy wife was disheartened to move from the living room,
more easily accessible to a sudden influx of family members like her
husband.  Tracey's head knew it was the smart thing to do, as being in the
bedroom with Bill would at least allow them some time to collect themselves
should everyone come home early, but her heart and her aching pussy wanted
nothing more than for everyone to see them making love freely.  My sham of
a marriage would be over, Tracey thought as she moved to the doorway. 
Bob's so pathetic that he might even try to work through it, Tracey
thought. The family would blame me though, so would the community.  We
would divorce, and I bet I could get whatever I wanted.  Tracey's head was
swimming as she desperately wanted to stay in the openness of the living
room and be with Bill.  Imagine, cuckolded by his own nephew.  He never was
man enough!  No one could blame me after seeing that big handsome black man
though, Tracey told herself.  Oh, if they just knew!  I would definitely
get the house, and whatever alimony I wanted.  I would win custody of Ariel
too.  She just loves Billy, and he would be such a good father to her.  Bob
could still be in her life, I would let him have visits and he would
certainly pay child support.  We could have our own babies!  They would be
so beautiful, strong and handsome like their daddy, and I could birth black
babies like I was always meant to.  Tracey felt her body go wild inside. 
We could live on the alimony, raise our family and make love 24/7.  If only
they would catch us!  It would be like a Christmas miracle...

   "Let's rip this room up." Bill said firmly, his deep voice commanding
Tracey as they stood outside the door to Janice and Barry's bedroom.

   Tracey was hoping to get it in again as soon as possible.  As she was
carried toward the bed, she took note of the room.  There hasn't been any
wild sex in here...  ever, Tracey concluded.  Everything was pristine,
completely in place and looking untouched.  Tracey was a neat person, but
she was nowhere near as anal as Janice appeared to be.  I can't really
blame her though, having to go to bed with Barry of all people.  This is a
woman in need of a black man in her bed, Tracey concluded as she snickered
devilishly.  Bill finally dropped her on the bed, as Tracey took a moment
to admire the powerful figure towering over her.

   Bill climbed into the bed, his large body looking absolutely colossal
above his aunt, his big black cock hanging down just low enough to brush
against her.  Bill grabbed at Tracey's tiny silk skirt and pulled it down
as she kicked off her heels.  They both moved further up the bed that
belonged to their family members, Bill's huge black frame still lording
over Tracey's anxious white body.  Once they had nearly reached the
headboard, Bill grabbed onto Tracey, his powerful hands flipping her so
that she was on her side.

   "I need you in me so bad baby!" Tracey said, practically begging to get
screwed.

   No time was wasted as Bill lined himself up and plunged back into
Tracey. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Bill
continually smacked into the bottom of Tracey's ass and thighs while she
lay on her side.  The view was tremendous, and the virile black man enjoyed
looking down at the beautiful white woman's meaty backside which bulged out
to the side, her sexy legs still in her high socks and her desirable chest
bounced up and down in unison with his strong thrusts.  The look of ecstasy
was plainly visible on Tracey's face as her pussy clung to Bill, trying to
milk his cock of its potent liquid.

   Tracey locked her ankles as Bill relentlessly fucked her pink slit,
loving the friction as he entered her from the side.  This is so bad,
Tracey thought to herself with a sense of glee.  I'm in my sister-in-law's
bed, getting my brains fucked out by my husband's nephew.  My husband's
hung, black nephew!  Tracey could feel another orgasm quickly building
inside her as she relished the taboo sex, prohibited on so many levels. 
All of Tracey's conflicted thoughts about getting caught were pushed aside
as she focused solely on what Bill was doing to her.  Her ass proving to be
too much to ignore, Tracey soon felt Bill's hand slap in to her full mounds
as he continued with his rhythm.  The spanking sent a jolt of pleasure
through Tracey's body as her carnal rapture only grew.  The spanking
continued, usually followed by both an extended grab and a high pitched
yelp of pleasure from Tracey.  Eventually Bill stopped with the slaps, to
Tracey's temporary disappointment, until she realized that his fingers were
lingering near the valley of her ass.  Eventually Bill's index finger
rested just outside Tracey's asshole, massaging it and sending strong
sensations throughout her body.

   "You ever get a present like this?" Bill asked as sweat dripped down his
forehead due to his rapid pace and the high temperature inside the house.
He continued playing with his pink present.

   "No Billy you're incredible!" Tracy shrieked in reply, equally happy
with her present.

   "You ready for more?" He asked once again.

   "Always!" Tracey responded with anticipation.

   Bill thrust his finger into Tracey's waiting ass just as he pushed
himself as deep as possible inside her.  Tracey's mouth flew open as she
was rocked with another massive orgasm, this one leaving her whole body
feeling like it was tingling as the orgasm flooded every last inch from her
fingertips down to her toes, still curled inside her socks.  Jolts of
pleasure shot from Tracey's ass and pussy, and she knew that only a black
man could own a body like hers so perfectly.

   "NEVER STOP FUCKING YOUR PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK" Tracey screamed
as her body lurched awkwardly due to the orgasm.  Bill slowed his thrusts,
as he did not want to cum in Tracey's unprotected womb and the throbbing of
her climaxing pussy on his cock was making his balls quake.

   Bill continued pushing slowly into Tracey with both his cock and finger.
He reached up in order to open the little window located on the wall in
front of him, having realized that the smell of his sex session with Tracey
in the hot room would be quite clear when Janice came back to her room to
drop off the coats.  After cracking the window, Bill noticed Tracey
stirring below him.

   "What are you doing?" She asked, still enjoying the feeling of the
pulsating black cock in her womanhood.

   "Don't want them to smell all this sex." Bill said with a small chuckle.

   Tracey groaned slightly, and Bill looked down at her.  Tracey's sweet
face was sporting a sour expression as she reflected on Bill's answer. 
That nasty little freak, Bill thought to himself.  She wants them to smell
that shit!  Bill began picking up the pace of his thrusts once again.

   "You want them to smell all the sweat and cum from us fucking?" Bill
asked Tracey.  His aunt had her eyes closed and was biting her lip.  Bill
began to fuck her more forcefully as he gave another slap to her now
slightly reddened ass cheeks.

   "You want them to know we fucked?" Bill yelled at Tracey.

   "...  Yes..." Tracey replied quietly as Bill felt her kitty quiver on
his big black cock.

   "You want your family to see you..." Bill said loudly once again, as he
moved Tracey onto her stomach first and the pulled her up to her worn
knees. Bill pulled his engorged manhood out of Tracey and pressed it on the
outside of her asshole.

   "...  getting fucked like this in Janice's bed?" Bill continued.

   "Yes!" Tracey responded, as Bill pushed his head into her ass,
stretching Tracey and sending delight coursing through her body.

   "You want the family to see you fucking a black man?" Bill asked as he
gave Tracey's ass another slap, sending ripples along each cheek, and
grabbed a handful of her blonde hair.

   "OH GOD YES!" Tracey said, a feeling of bliss taking over her body.  She
shoved her ass backward, forcing all ten inches of black cock meat inside
her.

   "YOU WANT YOUR LITTLE HUSBAND TO CATCH YOU WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK UP
YOUR ASS?!" Bill hollered, feeling his large black balls tighten as he
dominated his sexy aunt.

   "FUCK YES BILLY!!" Tracey screamed as they both neared an illicit
frenzy.

   "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Bill asked Tracey, the intensity of his thrusts
reaching a fever pitch.

   "I WANT TO FUCK YOUR BIG BLACK COCK FOREVER AND I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW
IT!!!" Tracey screamed loudly as Bill yanked back on her hair, sending her
lust into overdrive once again.

   Bill thrust into Tracey like a wild animal as they both fucked
deliriously, the only sounds coming from the room being the slap of black
skin meeting white skin and the jingling of bells from Tracey's socks.  Her
knees rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust as she dug her dainty
hands and feet into the bed for balance.  Neither one paid any attention to
their surroundings, as they just focused on cumming and nothing else. 
Tracey popped her ass on Bill as he pounded into her like never before. 
Bill was tireless as he pounded Tracey, blowing his load now seeming more
important than anything else.  He's like a machine, Tracey thought as her
mind became increasingly blank.  But he's not...  he's my man.  Bill
continued tagging Tracey's ass with reckless abandon, pushing so deep that
it felt to Tracey like he was gloriously close to her bellybutton. 
Tracey's rectum hugged the big black cock, just daring it to cum with each
thrust.  They both failed to notice the sound of the family coming that was
coming through the window as they approached the house, and they also
missed the smell of smoke entering the bedroom.  Both oblivious to
everything around them except for their bodies as they pleased one another,
Bill and Tracey finally reached a furious crescendo just as the smoke alarm
sounded in the kitchen.

   "I NEED THIS BIG BLACK COCK FOREVER!!" Tracey screamed louder than
anything before as the biggest orgasm yet ripped through her body just as
the black sperm struck her interior.  Bill let out a loud, garbled yell as
he started cumming, his thick black seed spurting out of his cock and
landing deep inside Tracey.  Bill was so intent on filling Tracey's ass
with his sperm that he did not notice, or care, that the family was
entering the house.

   They continued fucking furiously, both cumming on each other and wanting
to make the feeling last as long as possible.  Bill's colossal balls pumped
load after load of his hot baby batter into Tracey, flooding her body with
forbidden black cum.  Tracey loved having Bill fill her tank with black jet
fuel, no matter which hole it was.  Orgasms seemed to pop throughout
Tracey's body as her precious big black cock twitched and spurted
continuously.  The front door was pushed wide open before Bill even
considered closing down.

   As the euphoria subsided in both Tracey in Bill, the sound of many pairs
of boots running toward the kitchen became audible along with the smoke
alarm.  As their family ran collectively into the house, Tracey looked back
at Bill, her mouth hanging open as her eyes conveyed her internal conflict,
battle between shock, fear, anxiety and elation.  Tracey was desperate for
Bill to direct her as his black hose remained planted firmly inside her
ass, dribbling the last bits of his hot semen.  She knew that getting
caught with her black nephew was pointless if he didn't want to be caught
as well.  Getting caught and ruining things with Bill in addition to Bob
was a nightmare scenario for the beautiful blonde adulteress.  Tracey saw
that Bill was motionless, his large black body towering over her conquered
body.  He took just a few more seconds to enjoy his present before giving
Tracey one last spank and pulling out of her, an audible *plop* sound the
result as Tracey immediately started gushing black sperm from her anus.

   "Time to go back to the real world." Bill said with a tone of finality,
causing Tracey's nervous heart to sink a little.

   As Bill started getting changed back into his jeans and sweater, Tracey
made her way to the bedroom door.  She opened it a crack, allowing smoke to
billow in at the top.  Spying that everyone was in the kitchen, with those
in the doorway having their back to her, Tracey knew that she had a limited
opportunity to make a run to the living room where her coat lay crumpled on
the floor.  Still, Tracey could not yet bring herself to go.  She looked
back at Bill as he struggled to stuff his powerful, long cock into his
pants.  I just love Billy and his Big Black Cock so much, Tracey admitted
to herself as she ran over to him.

   Bill and Tracey kissed once more, putting an end to their shared
Christmas present.  They lingered for a few seconds, their lips pressed
together softly.  Then, accepting her fate, Tracey made a break for the
door, sprinting through it and toward the living room in only her striped
high socks.  Tracey's body jiggled and her bells jingled as she made her
way to the living room, everyone still distracted by the smoke and the
alarm in the kitchen.  Tracey finally picked up her coat and wrapped it
around her body.  Just as she began fastening the buttons, the alarm
finally stopped.  Bob was the first person to enter the living room.

   "Tracey I was so worried!  Are you ok?" Bob asked, concern about his
pretty wife.  It was now clear to Tracey that the sounds from her fuck
session with hew nephew had been obscured by the alarm.

   "I'm more than ok actually.  I feel great!" Tracey responded.  She gave
her husband a kiss, her closed lips still moist with his nephew's saliva,
as Tracey hoped to distract him while she finished buttoning her coat.

   Bob wore a big, goofy smile on his face following the biggest display of
affection he had enjoyed in months.  Soon after the kiss ended Janice came
into the room, her eyes wide and her face red.

   "What in the name of goodness happened to my turkey?!" Janice asked, her
voice filled with surprise and anger.

   "I'm so sorry Janice, I fell asleep on the couch I guess.  If the turkey
edible?" Tracey asked, feigning innocence as she pretended that she simply
fell asleep.

   "...  I'm not sure." Janice said shortly, following up her statement
with a sigh.  She failed to notice the two holes recently somehow worn into
the knees of Tracey's socks.

   "We'd better eat soon, I'm starving!" Barry said as he burst into the
room, heading for his chair.  He noticed that his stocking was draped over
the chair as other family members followed behind him.

   "Me too.  I really worked up an appetite while you people were at
church." Bill said as he appeared in the room, causing Tracey to grin.

   "Well it won't be too long...  we should be able to scrape up some kind
of meal." Carol said to her grandson cheerily as she continued to enjoy
Christmas with her family.

   "What the fuck is this?!" Barry suddenly said as he pulled his hand out
of his stocking.  His hand was covered in a white, sticky substance that
was everywhere in his stocking.  He put one jizz covered finger in her
mouth, expecting that some sugary treat in his stocking had simply burst.
He recoiled almost immediately, as the salty, foreign taste danced on his
tongue.

   "I have no idea what the hell this is." Barry said as he looked at his
hand, confusion and disgust evident on his face.

   "Let me try, Barry!" Tracey said as she made her way toward him. 
Scooping some of Bill's semen from Barry hand with her finger, Tracey
happily sucked the liquid into her mouth.

   "Yummmmmmm!  Must be a little extra Christmas present since you're so
darn good!" Tracey said as her blue eyes looked happily at Barry for once.
Barry just shook his head and moved to his chair, wiping his sticky hand on
the front of his shirt in an effort to clean it off.

   "It's damp..." Barry said as he sat down in the chair.  Before anyone
could pay him any mind, Janice's voice called to everyone.

   "Everyone come on in, we just have to make the most of what we have."
Janice said as people started moving toward the kitchen.  Bill made his way
to the kitchen, eager to eat something after his draining afternoon. 
Tracey watched him walk away as she reflected on Janice's words.

   "Come on dear, it's time to eat." Carol said, putting her hand on
Tracey's shoulder.

   "Do you believe in Christmas miracles?" Tracey asked her mother-in-law
as they slowly made their way to the kitchen.  A significant part of Tracey
still lamented that she had not been caught in the throes of passion with
Bill.

   "Absolutely.  Let me tell you something.  When we came back to the house
after church, we could hear bells jingling from inside.  I have no idea
where they came from, but to me it symbolized something.  Something
special." Carol said sweetly.

   "That's just amazing..." Tracey said, as she thought about how well Bill
had rung her bells.

   "And then, the bells led us into the house and even with the little fire
in the kitchen we found you and Bill, both safe and sound." Carol said with
a smile as Tracey thought about the fire that had been burning in the
bedroom.

   "To me, us all being together, happy and safe, that's a Christmas
miracle." Carol continued as they reached the kitchen.

   Almost, Tracey told herself as she joined her family and looked
longingly at the man she desired so strongly.  Almost.