by Freya Kane
“So sexy,” Ethan murmured. His cock was pressed against my cunt like a hard line of need, the thick head already just beginning to breach my opening. Ethan turned serious. “This is going to hurt the first time.” I shifted my hips, and he slipped inside, and Ethan groaned at my tightness. He slammed forward, and I couldn’t hold back a groan at the sharp pain as Ethan split open my cherry.
He held still for a few moments, letting me get used to his thick girth stretching my pussy, but quickly his teasing nature returned. I tried to wrap one of my legs around his hips, wanting nothing more than to pull him even deeper into me so I could savor every inch, but Ethan wanted to play.
His first thrusts were shallow. Only the first two or so inches slipped inside my grasping pussy. He sat up on his elbows, leaving up enough so that we both had a clear view of where we were joined. The sight of his dick disappearing into me drew a moan out of my throat, and I squeezed him, my strong inner muscles clenching his manhood like a wet fist.
Ethan chuckled, a deep, sexy sound, and I knew he had felt that. His hips snapped forward and kept going until I could feel his balls resting against the curve of my ass as he bottomed out.
“ETHAN!” I cried, shuddering in pleasure at the feeling of being completely filled up by that fantastic cock. Ethan crushed his mouth against mine, and the taste of sticky peppermint with just a hint of come covered both of our tastebuds.
Pressed against my soft curves, Ethan began fucking me in earnest. His hips bucked forward, taking me deeper and deeper with each thrust. I almost felt like he was trying to climb inside me dick first.
“So fucking hot,” Ethan said, angling his hips upward and hitting the perfect angle that had his cock stimulating my G-spot with every thrust. “Gorgeous ass, and those fucking tits, Molly!” he groaned. “I want to fuck those tits so bad.”
The filthy image of what Ethan wanted to do to my body, combined with that amazing rhythm sent me spiraling in pleasure, my pussy muscles clenching and squeezing his dick, trying to make him come with me. Ethan’s hips stuttered inside me, and I knew he was close, but it was obviously something else he wanted.
While I was still gasping from my own release, he pulled out, and I whimpered at his absence as he straddled my ribcage. Ethan took my hands and guided them to the outside of each large breast, silently instructing me to press them together and create a channel for his cock.
He pressed his damp cock between them and the sensation was odd but arousing. My breasts had always been exceptionally sensitive, and the feeling of his thick length sliding in between then was intoxicatingly new.
“Molly, open your eyes,” Ethan gasped. “I want you to watch this.”
I opened my eyes and was greeted with the incredibly erotic sight of Ethan’s cock, disappearing and reappearing from the tunnel of flesh I had created. The head appeared only inches from my face as his thrusts grew harder, and I licked the dark red head as it brushed my lips, tasting a hint of peppermint from the candy.
The touch of my mouth surprised him, and he groaned low in his throat. He reached forward and pinched at my nipples, rolling each one between his fingers until they were hard and aching, and still he continued. The sensations on my nipples followed a straight line right to my center, and I could feel another orgasm brewing even though nothing was touching my pussy. I pressed my legs together, hungry for any kind of friction between them.
Ethan’s hands continued to work at my nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs in tiny circles that made me throb. His cock was still thrusting, and I could see a few white beads of his come clinging to the head. He was very close.
“I’m going to come,” he warned. “I’ve wanted to come all over these tits for so long.” His hips jerked forward, and I watched as the milky white strands coated my well-fucked breasts. A few stray droplets made it as far as my lips, and I licked them away, meeting Ethan’s eyes as I did and giving him the same lusty gaze that had started all of this.
He ducked his head and licked the trail of his seed, following the length of my breast until he reached my nipple, dark and swollen from his touch. Ethan closed his mouth around it, sucking and licking, and I cried out as another small orgasm washed over me, my pleasure weakened muscles quivering despite my pussy being untouched. Ethan didn’t falter in his attentions to my breast, drawing every last shiver he could get out of me until I laid on the bed, boneless and satiated and sticky with peppermint and come.
***
I woke up a few hours later alone in my bed. I could hear music coming from the other room, and I wrapped myself in the red fluffy blanket from the end of my bed and went to investigate. The scent of hot chocolate filled the air, and I could see Ethan standing by the stove, wearing nothing but his festive snowflake boxers, stirring a pot of hot chocolate. Two coffee cups sat on the counter, half of a new candy sticking out of the top of each.
I watched silently while he poured the steaming mixture into each cup, and turned around to bring me the delicious treat. Ethan’s face broke into a grin when he saw me. “I didn’t want to wake you, but it’s just not Christmas without hot chocolate.” He handed me a mug. “And those candy canes really do make everything taste better.”
For all my boldness, I blushed a bit when I remember what he had done with that other candy cane. Ethan noticed that I was naked under that blanket and his sweet grin turned a bit more naughty.
“You look like a Christmas present wrapped in the red blanket. Can I unwrap you?”
The hunger that flared to life in me had nothing to do with the hot chocolate. I slowly put down the cup and let the blanket fall from my shoulders. Despite my earlier confidence, there was something far more disconcerting about standing naked in your kitchen and being started at by a devastatingly handsome man who just happens to be someone you have to see every day at work. The only light in the room was the light above my stove, but it was still bright enough that I couldn’t help but start counting my flaws, real or imagined.
I looked at him and saw that he looked almost mesmerized by my body. “You have no idea, do you?” he asked. He took a step closer, and I could see that he was getting hard again, just from looking at me. "No matter how wrong this is, I can’t stop wanting it." He pushed his boxers down, and his cock sprang up against his stomach, stiff and wanting. He sat down on the kitchen chair and pulled me down on top of him.
My body had responded to his scrutiny, and I was already wet and open for him, so I sank down on his cock easily. I was still a bit sore, but the pain was quickly forgotten under the intense pleasure. The slow, rocking of our bodies together was such a stark contrast to the frantic sex we’d had a few hours ago.
I rose and fell on his cock, not caring that he was my coworker and that I might very well get pregnant from his come inside me. Ethan’s face wore a blissed out look as I rode him, content to let me drive because it left his hands free to caress every inch of my skin. His hands always seemed to creep back to my breasts.
My clit rubbed against Ethan’s pubic bone with every downward thrust, and I could feel the pressure beginning to build in me. I started riding him faster, jolting up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. I keened in pleasure as I came, my quivering pussy squeezing his cock, and I felt him let go inside me, his cock pulsing and filling me with his come.
Gasping for breath and sticky with each other’s juices, we slumped against each other and enjoyed the afterglow.
Snow was falling outside my window, my house smelled like hot chocolate and candy canes, and I had the cock of the sexiest man I’d ever seen buried inside me. This was shaping up to be the best Christmas ever!
***
The real present didn’t show up until mid-January though.
Ethan and I spent the whole month of December and most of January fucking like rabbits. We played with candy cans until the taste of peppermint seemed permanently buried in our mouths. And the present that we both didn’t realize how much we wanted showed up under ou
r trees just a bit late.
A positive pregnancy test.
Ethan was over the moon at the prospect of a baby, and so was I. I’d held off from sex for so long because I didn’t really know what I wanted, but now I was completely sure. I wanted Ethan in my bed and his baby in my belly.
The months seemed to fly by, and before I realized it, it was August, and I was as big as a house. Our little Christmas baby was kicking up a storm, and even though it was the middle of summer I had turned our apartment into a winter wonderland.
Ethan had moved into my place as soon as I told him about my pregnancy, and our mutual love of Christmas grew along with my belly.
I was close to my due date, and my milk had already come in. Ethan had been nervous the first time I brought my nipple to his lips and told him to taste it, but he quickly grew to love the taste of my milk.
The curtains were drawn against the hot sunlight outside. I had cranked up the air conditioning and Christmas music was playing out of the stereo. A Santa hat was perched on my head, and I had a length of golden tinsel garland wrapped around my shoulders like a feather boa.
The sexy lingerie I’d slipped into wasn’t officially Christmas themed, but the bright red sheer bra and emerald green panties still felt pretty festive to me.
I heard the door open as I put the finishing touches on the steaming cups of hot chocolate, the red candy canes adding the holiday touch we both loved.
“This is amazing!” Ethan said, looking around the house I had decked out for our own special Christmas in summer. A video of a fireplace played on the TV, and I’d even bought a fake Christmas tree online and decorated it secretly with all the ornaments once Ethan went to work.
“Merry Christmas baby,” I purred, handing Ethan one of the mugs of cocoa and smiling as he took a sip.
My huge belly stuck out between us, a round swell that Ethan couldn’t get enough of. He ran his hand over my belly before taking a step back to get a good look at my outfit.
“You get sexier and sexier the more pregnant you get,” he said, his eyes raking my body as he sipped his drink. “I can actually think of something that will make this hot chocolate taste even better.” Ethan put his mug down on the coffee table and tugged one of my bra cups down, lifting my breast out until he could get to my hard nipple.
I shivered as Ethan’s lips closed around it and he started sucking. While his mouth was busy there, his hand trailed over my belly and down to the juncture between my legs where I had already soaked my green panties.
“Always so wet for me when I do this,” he murmured, letting my nipple fall from his mouth as he pushed aside the crotch of my panties to ease a finger inside me. “Tell Santa if you’ve been a good girl this year.”
I moaned loudly as Ethan went back to my breast, gulping down a mouthful of my milk. “I’ve been SO GOOD! I suck my boyfriend’s cock at least once a day, and he says my pussy is the best feeling ever.” Ethan chuckled against my breast, and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. “But don’t good girls get to sit on Santa’s lap?” I asked.
Ethan stood up, wiping away the drop of milk on his lip and smiled, grabbing the Santa hat off my head and putting it on his own. He sat down on the couch and unzipped his pants, pulling out the thick length of his cock. “Come and sit on Santa’s lap then.”
I pushed my panties down, leaving them abandoned on the floor before hurrying to the couch. I turned my back to Ethan before settling myself on his lap, sinking down on his cock easily.
His hips jerked upwards and he moaned. "Tell me, Molly, how many orgasms do you want for Christmas?"
I groaned a bit at the cheesy line, but when one of Ethan’s hands crept down from my hip and parted my pussy lips, finding the slick button of my clit, I forgot all about the silliness.
“As many as you’ll give me, Santa!”
Ethan started rocking against me, keeping his thrusts slow and deep as his finger rubbed little circles around my clit.
I could see our reflection in the mirror beside the TV, and I couldn’t help staring. My bra was half off, one nipple still poking out from when Ethan had nursed. My huge pregnant belly rose up like a snowy mountain, and Ethan’s hand was moving between my legs, playing deliciously with my pussy. Over my shoulder, I could see Ethan, the Santa hat still perched on top of his head.
“You’re on my naughty list AND my nice list,” Ethan growled in my ear.
I giggled, but Ethan pressed harder against my clit, and soon my giggle turned into a shriek of pleasure as I climaxed. My pussy tightened around Ethan's cock, and I exclaimed, "Give me your come, Santa!"
I felt Ethan’s cock jerk inside me, spilling his load in my bare pussy.
I guess both of us might have a bit of a Santa fetish!
I leaned back against Ethan, staring at the fake fireplace on our TV and listening to the cheerful sound of Christmas music still playing on the stereo. With the scent of hot chocolate in the air, and Ethan’s cock still buried in my pussy, I couldn’t have been happier.
It might not even be December, but I knew for sure that THIS was the best Christmas ever!
Pregnant Toy
by
Freya Kane
I’ve always collected toys.
People look at me strangely when they find that out, like I'm going to have floor to ceiling shelves stacked with Beanie Babies and action figures lining the walls of my house. I don't, but I do have a small mountain of stuffed animals on my bed and other toys scattered through my house. It's a hobby, like any other. Everybody I know collects something, whether it's records or designer shoes. I just happen to like toys.
My boyfriend has never understood my love for toys. Last week he caught me looking at an auction of an antique rocking horse online, and he lost it when he saw the price.
“Karen, if you buy that thing, there are going to be consequences. You’re a grown woman, but you sure as hell aren’t acting like one.” Jack shook his head before he said with finality, “If you come home with one more toy, I’m going to start treating you just like the baby you’re acting like.”
I hated ultimatums. The rocking horse was expensive, and I hadn’t even been seriously considering buying it until Jack made me so mad. Well, I bought it. I blew close to half my paycheck on that beautiful, hand-carved rocking horse, and there was no way I’d be able to pass it off as a lucky garage sale find.
I wasn’t really worried though. There would probably be some yelling, and Jack would storm out, but he'd get over it. I may like toys, but I'm not a kid anymore, and he certainly can't treat me like one!
***
I came home from work to find the rocking horse already unpacked and in the middle of the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch with a strange look on his face. Next to the rocking horse was a large box wrapped in pale pink paper and tied with a yellow ribbon. Confused but this strange turn of events, I turned to Jack curiously.
“Go ahead,” Mike replied quietly. “Open it.”
I untied the large bow carefully before tearing open the paper and opening up the box. When I saw what was inside, I froze. Stacking on the pink tissue paper that lined the box was a stack of what looked like dresses. Every one was brightly colored and patterned. Everything appeared to be a larger sized version of something a toddler would wear.
And on top of it was a box of condoms, our usual brand.
“What the hell?” I stammered, wondering if Jack was making a joke or if this was something else entirely. I picked up the box and shook it. Weirdly enough, it was totally empty.
“I said that if you bought that rocking horse, I’d start treating you like a baby because that’s how you’re acting,” Jack said quietly. “If you’re going to be treated like a baby, it only makes sense that you dress like one.”
“And the empty box.”
“I think it’s about time we stopped using those,” Jack said. “I think breeding you might be the best way to tame you, and then you’d at least have an e
xcuse to buy all those toys.”
I pushed the box away from me. “You’re crazy! I’m sorry I spent all that money on this, but I’m not going to let you treat me like a little kid! I’ll return it.”
Jack sighed. "Sure, Karen. You can return the rocking horse, but this is just going to happen again in a few weeks or a few months. You know it is. It's always something else." He sat down on the floor across from me and pushed the box back in front of me. "You're like a child when it comes to money, so this is how you're going to learn." Jack carefully selected a bright pink and yellow floral dress and handed them to me. “And I noticed that you weren’t protesting the lack of protection. Just the outfit. I think you should go and change.”
