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Carol's Christmas (mF, fF, nc, bond, inc, teen, dom)
by E. Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Please! Give me your comments.
This was written as an entry in the Christmas story contest. Merry
Christmas to all, and to all, a fun night! E.Z.
***
Tomorrow would be Christmas. The thought depressed me.
In June, my husband left me for a friend of our daughter half my
age. He left me with two children, Mandy, 19, and Jason, 17. The six
months since he departed had been almost impossibly hard as I
struggled to reenter the work force and keep my family together while
suffering the pains of abandonment and loss.
I had always been a good wife, a loving and caring wife. I worked
hard to keep my body in shape to please his eyes and his hands when
they chose to wander over me. I strove to keep his house clean, his
table larded with the foods he desired, to make his home a happy and
peaceful place for him.
I never denied him, never claimed headache or tiredness.
Never. Always, I eagerly and happily did anything he wanted. For all
those years, I was the type of wife many men find only in their sexual
fantasies. That is as it should be.
I, too, enjoyed those activities. My sex life with him had been rich
and fully rewarding for me. My husband knew exactly how to please me,
how to make me scream in pleasure. He called me his Stradivarius.
"I can play you like a master. I can make you sing, Carol," he would
whisper in my ear as I groaned in joy.
I had dated many different men since he left me. Some I bedded. With
none did I find the deep and personal joy I found with my husband.
None made me cum like he did. I missed that more then I missed him, I
fear. And, after six months, I desperately wished for a man who once
again could bring the songs of carnal pleasure from me.
Is it true what they say about violins? Do they need to be played
daily to keep them at the peak of their quality? I do not know if a
violin of wood and strings is that way. But, this violin, this body
of mine, needed to be played.
On Christmas Eve, we returned from Midnight Mass. I kissed my
children goodnight and climbed into my cold and empty bed alone. Tears
slipped from my eyes until sleep took me away.
At first, I thought it was a dream. I felt my bed move so very
slightly. I felt a faint touch on my arms, felt them move under
another's guidance, felt hands gentle on my wrists. Soft hands placed
something over my eyes. My eyes opened but I could not see. I knew it
must be a dream. Yet, I tried to move, only to find my arms bound
above me to my bed.
"What? What is happening?" I cried out.
A rough hand crushed my breast. I felt my flesh ooze between my
captor's fingers as pain coursed through my body.
"The big titted slut is awake," a voice said. "Let's play with her."
Humiliation crashed through me in waves of hurricane force. My skin
prickled as sweat poured from every pore. The heat was overwhelming,
making me fear I would faint.
"No, please, no," I begged. "Let me go."
Hands on my legs. I resisted vainly as they pulled them
apart. Something hard was at the entrance to my pussy.
"Oh, God! Please!"
It pushed into me, filling me, as it was rammed into me until its head
rested on my cervix. I heard my cries as my captors yanked my legs
together and bound my ankles. A hand jammed between the soft flesh of
my inner thighs made me squeal as fingers turned on the vibrator
buried in me.
"Oh, no, no. What are you doing to me?"
There was no response. All was quiet except the buzzing of the
substantial toy filling me to capacity and the labored gasping of my
own breathing.
Even if I had fought my own woman's needs, it would have been in
vain. But, I did not wish to fight my need as it exploded in me. My
need. It had been so long for me, so long since as orgasm. I
twisted. I turned on my bed, struggling against the bondage which held
me, yanking against the ropes tying me securely. Each twist, each
turn, seemed to magnify the energy wracking my body.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," escaped my lips as I struggled, trying to
open my legs bound tightly together.
How cruel my captors were! How devilishly cruel on this dark Christmas
morn! They did not touch me. They let me squirm and twist and
whimper as I struggled against the ropes, and felt the massive toy so
deep in me. It was driving me mad with its vibrating.
"The slut seems to like this," one finally said.
"Perhaps, she would like to be whipped," spoke the other.
"What? Please! What did you say?" I tried to clear my mind, tried to
think. But, the need for sexual release overpowered conscious
thought.
"Oh, my god in heaven. Sweet Jesus help me," I screamed as the lash
caught me full across my torso, its multiple strands reaching from my
bloated and erect nipples and the flat of my stomach under my navel.
"Oh, please! Please!" I begged.
I rolled over, my face buried, my hair in my mouth. The sheets seemed
hard and rough on the tender flesh of my breasts where the whip had
caught me. I felt the lash again, then again, on my ass and thighs
exposed and available to my captors.
"I....I... oh my god, oh my god."
In reflex, my legs jerked, bending at the knees, as the first telltale
sign of a massive orgasm.
"Oh, I'm going to cum! I going to cum! Oh, no. You sorry bastards!" I
yelled as my captors grabbed my legs and straightened them. My orgasm
stopped. It stopped, leaving me in a heat and need I could not stand.
"Please! Please! Let me cum!"
"What are you?" a voice next to my ear whispered.
"A hot slut. A cock loving, hard fucking, hot slut! A slut who needs
discipline! A wild slut who loves to be bound and controlled and
whipped! Please. It is Christmas, for Christ's sake! Let me cum!"
Nails dug into my breasts, long hard nails, sharp and pointed. I
squealed from the pain.
"Do you like to eat pussy?"
"Yes! Yes!"
A pussy covered my mouth. It was hot and juicy, slimy with its own
excretions. The smell was overpowering as I buried my tongue in it,
lapping the nectar there. Oh, how sweet! What a delicious pussy I
thought as she ground into me.
My ankles were untied as I sucked and licked. My legs were spread. No
I wanted to scream as the vibrator was silenced and eased from me.
No, don't, I would have said had not the pussy covering my face not
rendered me speechless. I squirmed as someone slapped me hard on the
inside of my tender thighs.
The woman over me groaned. Her hands grabbed my hair, yanking me
further into her. I lapped frantically as her thighs spasmed around
my head. A gush of juices covered my tired but happy face. She
groaned as she rolled off me. It seemed our mutual gasping for air
harmonized, breaking the silent night with the aftermath of sex.
A man was between my legs. I felt his prick nestle at my entrance. I
whimpered, trying to get him in me. I wrapped my legs around him,
struggling to draw him into me.
"Want to be fucked, slut?"
"Yes. Yes! Oh, God, don't tease me! Fuck me! Ram it as hard as you
can! I need it so!"
He slammed into me.
"Oh, yes, Jesus, yes. Fuck me with that magnificent cock!" I screamed
as the muscles in my thighs began to tighten.
"Oh, lord, lord. Oh, lord. Please, lord. Here I come! Here I
come. Oh, please, lord. Ahhhhhhh!"
It didn't stop! Sweet God in heaven, the orgasms didn't stop!
"Fuck me! Don't stop. In the name of God, don't stop! Please! More!
More! Oh, god, please, more!"
Orgasm after orgasm! Waves pounding me! Again and again and again!
Finally, I collapsed, my body inert, unable to move, to think, to
orgasm one more time. I had never been this satisfied.
The man between my legs stopped. I felt him crawl up me. Then, I
felt the hot spurts of jism as he came on my face. I opened my mouth
of catch it. I licked my lips, tasting him.
Hands untied my arms from the headboard. Then, a collar was put around
my neck. The lock clicked loudly as the collar was fastened to me.
"We are having a Christmas Party at two this afternoon. We have
invited about ten guys and ten girls," Mandy said.
"You will be chained to this bed by your collar. Anyone who wants you
is going to have you," Jason continued. "You are going to fuck and
suck and eat pussy until you can't move."
"Oh, my lord. How did you know what I wanted for Christmas?" I
replied, tears of joy streaming down my face.
"We love you, Mom. We know what you want."
"Yeah, Mom. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, kids," I said, as I drifted back to sleep.
The End and Ho, Ho Ho, to you.
Please! Give me your comments: ezriter@hotmail.com