by Jamie Knight
My parents had come to visit us a few times, and said they were happy for us. Marla tried to spread gossip about us all around town but no one cared. It turned out it wasn’t such a huge deal to become engaged to your older boss, or at least not as big of a deal as having a kid with behavioral issues that you brought to local establishments and failed to take care of. Marla was banned from Unicorn Dairy and later banned from Dairy Queen, too. I felt bad for little Jimmy but before I went off to college, I brought him a gift – finger paints and other art supplies that he absolutely loved – and told him I’d miss him. Last I heard, his grandmother had come to stay with Marla and help take care of him because she had said he was too much of a handful. Apparently, she was sweet to the little guy and was helping him calm down some.
As my father handed me over to Craig when we got to the front of the aisle, I put a hand on my belly, hoping I could have a kid as cute and sweet as Jimmy, who would hopefully behave a lot better based on the guidance and attention Craig and I planned to give to any child of ours.
He smiled at me and put a hand on my belly, too. I was six months pregnant, and couldn’t wait to become a mom. I never had gone on birth control because I realized that Craig was right – we could raise a child together while I continued my education.
“We are gathered here together to witness the union of these two love birds as they become man and wife,” the officiant said, and our guests laughed at the depiction of us as love birds.
But it was true. We were building a little nest together – a nursery at home – getting ready to welcome our baby into the world. I thought back about how I couldn’t believe Craig was actually proposing to me a year ago in the ice cream shop. But as we said our vows together, I was never more serious about anything in my life, and I knew he wasn’t, either.
After our ceremony and reception, we headed home, happy to have a night to rest up before flying to Belize the next day in our private jet to start our honeymoon.
“I love you, my wife,” Craig said, as he carried me over the threshold of our front door, ceremoniously.
“I love you, too, my husband.”
He took me into the kitchen and set me down near our table as he walked over to the freezer. There was one thing we had never done together, because we had decided to save it for our wedding night.
“I figured this will help get things started,” he said, as he took out some ice cream. “Exactly the same way it did over a year ago.”
I laughed as he helped me out of my wedding dress. Then he took off his own tux and put our clothes on the kitchen counter so as not to ruin them.
“Turn around,” he ordered me, licking his lips.
“Yes, boss,” I told him, which was technically true, since I still helped out at the ice cream shops when I was needed.
These days, I was more likely to be doing the books or helping with advertising or business plans – activities that fit nicely with my business classes. But, when we were in a pinch and short on staff, I would serve ice cream at any location in the tri-state area.
He took some ice cream out of the container with his hands and spread it over my ass hole, which I had raised up for him, showing him all of it and how ready I was for him.
“I love your curvy ass,” he told me, as he bent down and began licking the ice cream out of my hole.
“Mmm,” I said, surprised at how good it felt. “I’m so glad we waited to do this until now.”
“Me too,” he said, standing back up. “I can’t wait.”
He started putting the head of his cock into my ass hole, which reminded me of how he had been so gentle and loving when he had first taken my virginity.
“Go ahead and do it fast,” I told him. “I know it’ll hurt, but I want to get to the part where it feels good.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” he said, stuffing more of his big cock into my hole.
“Owwww,” I called out, suddenly not so confident.
“Sorry,” he said, and then immediately started rubbing my clit, which made everything feel so much better.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “That helps.”
“Yeah, because you’re my dirty little girl who loves when I play with your pussy,” he said. “Aren’t you?”
He spanked my ass cheek as he stuck his cock further into my ass hole. It was crammed almost all the way inside me now, and I was starting to like it, but that was mostly due to the fact that he was bringing me to an orgasm with his hand.
“Mmmm, yes, yes, boss,” I called out.
He plunged all the way inside me, stuffing me to the brim, while I came all over his hand.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, slapping my ass and pounding his cock into it. “I love to fuck my wife’s ass hole on our wedding night.”
I felt his huge cock beginning to throb inside my tight ass hole that was stretched around it and I knew he was close to cumming. I leaned back onto his broad, strong chest and gave into the amazing feeling of his cock stuffing my ass hole full while his hand was making me cum again.
I rocked back and forth, while his cock was stuck deep in my ass and his fingers were pinching my clit like he owned it – which he did, and which I was sure he would always continue to let me know. I was glad I was his for all time now, and that nothing could come between us.
“I’m cumming with you,” he said, nibbling on my ear. “I’m shooting my load into that little ass hole of yours and then I’m going to look at the creampie I made in it.”
A feeling of electrical currents washed over me as we both came together, panting and groaning.
“That was so amazing,” he said, as he pulled his cock out of my ass hole.
Looking down, he grabbed some of his cum out of it and said, “I sure did really cream you.”
We both chuckled, and I loved that we had the same irreverent sense of humor. I was looking forward to laughing with him, crying with him, and parenting with him for the rest of our lives.
“I love you,” I told him, gazing up into those gorgeous eyes I used to flirt with but never knew would become mine for good. “Forever.”
“I love you, too,” he said, as he grabbed a rag from the sink and began cleaning me up. “For as long we both shall live.”
It had been a part of our wedding vows, and it sounded so fitting and right that I loved that he had repeated it just now. We had already taken some risks and weathered some storms for each other, and I knew that we would be together forever no matter what.
No matter what came our way, as spouses, parents or business owners, we would face it together and only continue getting stronger and wiser because of it. All because little Jimmy Bash had painted some of his ice cream on me.
THE END
A Baby for Christmas
Copyright © 2020 Nikki Rayne.
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Alex
The holly was jolly, and the eggnog was knocked back that early winter night. I had been confused for years, mostly by the song “in the bleak midwinter,” winter not officially starting until December 21st, so Christmas counted but barely.
Not that one could really expect the modern Julian calendar to make much sense. Augustus had, after all, pinched three days of the end of February to make the month named after him one of the longest. Thereby playing merry hell with the leap year babies like me. Another thing to make me stand out, along with my tomboy tendencies.
Alexis never felt quite right, and I dressed more like priest than a princess, though was nothing but boy-crazy the second I hit puberty. Not that they took much notice. Despite my keen interest in all things carnal, I was 18 before I lost my cherry. I just counted myself lucky that the guy was gentle, and I was sober enough to remember. Both of which were more than could be said for most of my friends. Most of them experiencing too much too young. I’d bought a pregnancy test soon after my first time, there still being things about which I was quite innocent.
Sara w
as the only one I really knew at the party and had been invited through her. Even though she was nowhere to be seen. Casually as a life-long bookworm could manage, I did my best to blend in with the wallpaper until I saw someone I might want to talk to. I knew from past experience that I could wait all night.
“Alex!”
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered as Sara pulled a slightly perplexed looking guy in my general direction.
He was older than us, probably 27 or 28 and big. Not fat but fucking built, making my five-eight self look tiny by comparison. He had to be at least six-four, if not more, his well chiseled body detectable through the cut of his Alexander McQueen suit. I didn’t really have an eye for fashion, nowhere near what Sara had demonstrated, though I’d been wearing altered versions of the McQueen collection for so long I could spot one from across the street in fog.
“Alex, meet Klaus,” Sara said, all but pushing the beautiful giant at me.
“Hi, Alex,” he said, gamely.
“Klaus,” I said with a nod.
“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Sara declaimed before disappearing back into the crowd like a ghost in the fog. It would have been creepy were I not already used to it.
Laugh, cry or die, the main three options when faced with an odd situation beyond your understanding. Klaus and I both went for laugh. A good sign we were on the right track, our chuckles natural and genuine. Sara really could be a character, though that was mostly why we’d been friends for so long.
“How long have you known Sara?” Klaus asked, with only the slightest hint of a Germanic accent. Not actually German, something lighter like Danish or Norwegian.
“Ten years. She found me reading alone on the stairs one day and decided that just wouldn’t do. The aloneness, not the reading. We started our own little book club, just the two of us. How about you?”
“Not sure really. I mean she came to work as an assistant at my office, I remember that much. Suddenly she was everyone’s best friend like some good fairy who popped up out of nowhere.”
“Yeah, that sounds like the Sara I know,” I concurred.
“Good, for a second there I thought I might be losing it a bit.”
“Nope, all real, where do you work?”
An adorable hue of crimson came to his nearly white features that perfectly complimented his frosty blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He would make a very convincing Hamlet, or Thor for that matter if he ever decided to grow a beard. I’d honestly expected him to say and actor.
“Cyber securities.”
“Like a hacker?” I asked.
“Only in the most literal sense. Not a hacker but like one. I have a similar knowledge base and skill set but work on the side off the angels, or at least the status quo, it can be difficult to tell sometimes. Some might compare it to the different between a pirate and a privateer but I see my job as preventing harm before it can happen. That’s what Skald System Security is all about.”
“Doesn’t skald mean poet?”
“Pretty much, that’s how I see programming, as a kind of poetry in a different language.”
“Cool.”
“I have my moments,” he said with a smile that instantly made my panties wet.
All sorts of naughty images flashed though the peep-show of my mind. This beautiful hung of man taking me in all sorts of positions and combination. It was frankly all I could do not to drool.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
“Oh, yeah, I’m great, better than great,” I babbled, “hey look, mistletoe.”
“Tradition is tradition,” Klaus said, with an amiable shrug.
I wasn’t quite sure how the kiss would work, him having a good eight inches on me and all. I thought he might bend down, or I would get on my tip-toes, I did have eight years worth of ballet training, or possibly both. What I never would have guessed in a month of Sundays, was what actually happened.
As though I had the approximate weight of a pillow, Klaus lifted me up to him and planted a good wet one right on my lips. I could tell he would have ended there if that was what I wanted. He’d already started pulling away before I’d opened my mouth. I knew what I was doing. It was an adult party but I’d still managed to stick to the non-spiked egg nog, put out for the designated drivers. From the taste of him, so had Klaus.
“Wow,” I wondered, when I finally regained control of my mouth.
“Yeah,” Klaus agreed, setting me gently back on my feet.
“Th-that was amazing. Honestly, I’ve never been kissed like that before in my life.”
“Would you like more?” he asked, his voice going quiet.
From almost anyone else it would have sounded creepy but Klaus had a deep sincerity in his eyes. A gentleness, flavored with a bit of innocence, that let me know it wasn’t some kind of cringy come on, or sleazy suggestion. He was honestly asking if I wanted to kiss again and maybe go further and would accept any answer I gave.
“Yes.”
Taking me gently by the hand, Klaus lead me to his bedroom, the whole thing feeling like a dream. I hadn’t known it was his place we were partying in and hadn’t noticed anyone else who looked like they lived there.
I was taking off my clothes before he’d gotten the door closed, stripping down to my white, cotton bra, panties and socks by the time I felt his warm hands on my mostly shoulders. With the lightest touch imaginable he turned me around to face him, his blue eyes searching mine.
Wetting a finger, Klaus put part of his and down the front of my panties lightly touching my eager little pussy.
“Yes?”
“Yes, please,” I begged, trying not to cry from sheer joy.
I really wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. Now shade on those who liked it but I lied to at least be dating the guy who was boinking me. A personal preference of mine. I’d been taking the guy who took my cherry for nearly a year. Another sweet guy, he wanted to make sure I was absolutely ready before we went all the way. Klaus reminded me a bit of him, at least in terms of demeanor. Maybe that was I why wanted to jump his bones so bad. There was definitely something going on and even though I couldn’t define it, I felt it as palpably as a fist. I needed Klaus to touch me, wanted him to fuck me, feeling like if he didn’t I might just cry. My fires were well and truly stoked and needed to be put out before they engulfed me.
“Tight,” he said, storming my pussy in a way that made my knees buckle and my spine seem to dissolve.
“Yeah, sorry I - ”
“No, it’s good. I promise to be gentle.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that but it was still nice to hear him actually say it. Going by the rest of him, I could only imagine what his cock was like. I didn’t have to imagine long because, as soon as he started to touch me he withdrew. Apparently not hearing my little whimper, the gentle giant picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. I savored each light brush as Klaus undressed me, meeting no resistance at all when he gently pushed my legs apart. In fact, I scooted forward a bit, so he could get a better look.
“Beautiful,” he said, eyes fixed on my glistening, pink girlhood.
Without taking is yes off me, Klaus took of the suit, piece by piece until he was standing naked before me. I gasped a little when I saw his cock, the approximate length of my for arm from my elbow to my wrist and as thick as a good-sized cucumber. Kneeling before me as though in worship, he took a hold of my legs, Klaus my knees over his strong shoulders as he buried his face in my pussy. Going at me like my juices contained the secret to eternal life.
Prepared for nearly everything, Klaus put a hand over my mouth as I started to orgasm. No doubt so one of the other party goers didn’t call the police and report I was being murdered. A reasonable assumption considering the sounds I would have been making, were they not muffled by Klaus’s gentle palm.
Kissing my pussy tenderly as I came down from the peak of my org
asmic high, which was a little like snowboarding down Mt. Everest in a blizzard, I was overcome with a driving urge.
“I have to suck your cock, right now.”
“Of course, my darling.”
Returning me to something resembling a sitting position, Klaus arose to his full height, bringing his magnificent member nearly parallel to my mouth. I only had to crane my neck a little as I took his warm, wonderful head into my mouth. Progressing with nearly impressive speed, I’d damn near half swallowed his cock in no time. It was actually Klaus who stopped me, actually putting a hand on my upper chest to halt my progression. To be fair he was probably right. I didn’t have. Huge amount of experience with blowjobs. Any further along his paragon of a cock and I might well have hurt myself.
Easing back a little, I decided to try and make up for the relative depth with gusto, gulping on his beautiful cock with both speed and tenderness, Klaus seeming to enjoy the sounds I was making.
As I sucked, I started to massage his balls with the hand I hadn’t been using to follow along with my mouth, stroking him whenever I wasn’t sucking him. He had a lot of cock to cover and I wanted to give him as much sweet sensation as I could. I relished his moans of pleasure as I pleasured him, feeling him tense as he got ready to cum. I got ready myself, expecting a large blast indeed, but was still surprised but the sheer mass of the cum that flooded my young mouth as I did my very best to swallow down every drop.
“Sorry,” I said, the last bit dribbling down my chin.
“Don’t be, you did wonderfully,” he said, stroking the bit of come away with his thumb and offering me it to suck.
I sucked it clean and then some. Treating his thumb like the phallic stand it Freud always claimed it was. Giving it just the same sort of mouth massage I’d applied to his cock to make him bless me with his thick, sweet cum.
“Good,” he said, stroking his palm down my cheek.
A simple gesture of affection that warmed me to my core. I’d really just met him but felt like I’d know him for years. It was one of those instant connections, where it was immediately clear what you both wanted and there was no point in trying to fight it. Klaus and I were going to fuck and, so far, it had been the most wonderful experience of my life.
