Christmas Erotica
"Having Sarah for Christmas"
a sex story by Jamie Hiddler
“Nothing’s wrong? Come on, Sarah, there’s no point trying to hide it from me.”
Jeannie looked at her colleague kindly as she tried to pry out the reason why the younger woman was so upset. Sarah was making a supreme effort to hold her tears back, but it seemed a losing battle and Jeannie was sure that any moment now the floodgates would open. It was best to get it over with before the university library where they both worked opened its doors to those few students who hadn’t finished their end of term exams.
“It’s a fella, isn’t it?” she asked Sarah gently.
The blonde nineteen-year-old nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Jeannie set down her morning coffee on the ring-marked table and slid over onto the seat next to Sarah, slipping her arm round her shoulder.
“It’s okay, you can tell me. No-one else will hear. Dave and Peter are out the back having a smoke.”
“Mark,” Sarah mumbled, almost inaudibly. “It was Mark Evans.”
“Ah,” Jeannie responded. The answer didn’t surprise her one bit. It had been obvious to everyone for weeks now that shy Sarah had a crush on the tall nurse from the campus clinic. Then at the admin staff Christmas party yesterday evening Sarah had plucked up her courage and approached the object of her affections. The last thing Jeannie had seen, just before her husband arrived to pick her up, was Sarah flirting drunkenly with the handsome nurse.
“Did he turn you down, then?” Jeannie enquired. “Or...?”
“No,” Sarah replied. Her eyes were starting to well with tears. “I went back to his flat for coffee,” the wry grin she gave at this point showed she wasn’t quite as naive as she sometimes seemed, and had at least known what the invitation implied.
“I...” She paused, her hands clenched in her lap, cherry red nails digging into her palms. Then she seemed to make up her mind and lifted her chin defiantly.
“I slept with him.”
Then her face crumpled.
“And straight after we’d finished, he kicked me out! He phoned for a taxi and kicked me out!”
She burst into tears and Jeannie pulled her against her shoulder, stroking her hair comfortingly.
“He...he said it’d been fun, but he didn’t see it going anywhere,” Sarah sobbed, her mascara running down her cheeks. “Fun! That’s all I was.”
Jeannie kissed the top of the distraught blonde’s head. “You made a bad choice, Sarah. It’s not the end of the world. Put the little shit behind you and move on.”
“But it was my first time,” Sarah almost howled. “And he ruined it.”
Jeannie pursed her lips, glad that Sarah couldn’t see her face. It was exactly what she’d feared. Sarah had been so shy around the male students that Jeannie had been pretty sure she was a virgin. And she showed a dangerous naivety that was bound to get her into trouble. It had taken quite some effort on Jeannie’s part to warn off the worst of the sexual predators on campus, acting behind Sarah’s back. She’d thought Mark Evans was okay, but in that judgement she’d been very wrong. And now she felt she owed her young colleague something for her lapse.
“Most girls’ first times aren’t that great,” she consoled.
“It hurt,” Sarah complained, between sobs. “And it didn’t feel good at all. Isn’t it supposed to feel good after a while?”
“Did he try to make you feel good?” Jeannie asked. “Was there any foreplay?”
“Well, he kissed me a few times as he undressed me,” Sarah answered quietly. “And he pinched my nipples.
“That hurt too,” she added. “And then he pushed me down on the bed and stuck...he stuck his cock in me.”
Jeannie bit back a curse. But before she could voice her anger, she heard the back door open, beyond the reserve stock shelves. Dave and Peter were coming back inside, no doubt reeking of cigarette smoke.
“Look, Sarah, you need a bit longer to calm down. Why don’t you sit for a while in Margaret’s office?” Margaret was the head librarian, but she was off sick this week and her office was free.
“Couldn’t you stay with me a bit longer?” Sarah asked, plaintively.
“Oh, all right. Just let me warn Dave and Peter, so they can open up and hold the fort for a while.”
* * * * *
A few minutes later, Jeannie and Sarah were ensconced on the two visitors’ chairs in Margaret’s office, Sarah cradling a fresh cardboard cup of vending machine hot chocolate in her hands.
“Was your first time any better?” Sarah asked Jeannie, emboldened by the intimate turn the conversation was taking.
“Yes,” she answered. “Not the best ever, but John was considerate and I did come.”
“John?” queried Sarah. “John, as in your husband?”
“Yes. We met at university when I was studying librarianship. And that first time, well...” She looked wistful. “You know, it was at this same time of year too—just before the Christmas holiday.”
Jeannie didn’t make a habit of telling everyone this, but the story seemed to be relaxing Sarah a bit, so she decided to continue.
“It was after the last exam of term. We were out on the town, celebrating, in a big group. One of my classmates brought along her brother, and I just sorta fell for him. But I was too scared to approach him and he left without really noticing me. Or, so I thought anyway.”
Jeannie smiled as she recalled the events of that long-past Christmas. “After he’d gone I spotted something under a chair. It was his driving licence. It must’ve fallen out of his wallet when he was paying for drinks. His sister had gone home too, by then, so I hung onto it, to hand into the police the next day. Anyway, I had this silly dream of taking his licence back round to him and him being ever so grateful and falling in love with me. So when I woke up the next morning I decided to do just that, before I lost my nerve again.”
“Goodness,” Sarah commented, her eyes dry now, although her face was a mess of smeared eyeshadow and mascara. “And did he fall for you then? Like in your dream?”
“Not quite,” Jeannie grinned wryly. “He was grateful alright, and he offered to take me out for coffee. We went through the park, but we kinda got distracted. Never did reach the coffee bar.”
“Really?” Sarah exclaimed. “You did it there and then in the park?”
“No,” came the older woman’s response, laughing. She’d enjoyed stringing her friend along for a moment there. “We got distracted alright, but it was talking politics! We were both quite political back then, and we started arguing. Hammer and tongs, really. Though now I think about it, the more we argued the closer we got to each other.
“By the time we’d talked ourselves out we were starving so we skipped the coffee and went for a pizza. And after that, a walk along the river. We felt so comfortable with each other, and by the time it was getting dark we knew almost everything about each other. He invited me back, and, well, it seemed like I’d known him for ages, so I agreed. And stayed overnight.”
“Wow,” Sarah said. “And, er, what was it like?”
“Good,” Jeannie replied. “He’d had a couple of girlfriends before and knew how to warm me up. We cuddled and kissed for a while on the sofa, and he started to stroke my legs through my skirt. Then he slid his hand up under, and I nearly jumped! You know, I was twenty and I’d never let a boy touch my legs before. But he was gentle and didn’t go straight for it. He calmed me down again and took it slow.” She grinned as she remembered. “Soon I was wriggling under him. And when he touched my panties, wow! I nearly had a mini-orgasm, I was so turned on.”
Sarah sat silent now, afraid to talk lest she break the spell.
“He led me through to his bedroom. It was small, but tidy. I still remember that poster of Che Guevara looking down on us as John undressed me.” Jeannie smiled wistfully. “He unwrapped me like I was a delicate and expensive gift. Made me feel special. A bit scared, but special. He stripped down to t-shirt and boxers. I was kinda glad he kept those on. I could see he was hard, and large, and seeing it uncovered that soon might have panicked me.”
Jeannie could see out the window of Margaret’s office, to where Dave and Peter were at the checkout desk, stamping return dates on books for those students keen enough to do research over the Christmas break. They were too far away to hear, so she continued her tale.
“He kissed me all over. Every single inch. I was almost floating. I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t think of his pleasure at all. But if I had, he’d probably have brushed it off. He was treating me, you see. He was bringing me to the point where I’d give myself to him without hesitation. And it worked. Next thing I knew I was wet between the thighs and groaning with need, the head of his cock against my sex.”
Sarah was flushed now, and her hand crept towards her crotch.
“He pushed into me, slowly and steadily. Oh, it was a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but I had masturbated plenty before, so I wasn’t completely intact down there. And when he was in, I felt so full. Satisfied. Much better than when I’d had my own fingers up there.”
“He took it slow at first,” Jeannie continued. “Thrusting in and out. But as I held him tighter he got faster and faster until he was hammering into me and I was gripping his arms so hard I left marks! And when I came...well, whoof!”
Sarah gulped, almost imperceptibly.
Jeannie finished the story simply. “You can guess the rest. We dated through the rest of university and married soon after we graduated.”
“You’re so lucky,” Sarah commented, now the tale was over. “I wish I’d had John as my first. Um, I mean someone like John,” she added hurriedly. “No wonder you stayed with him and never tried any other men.”
Jeannie smiled at the younger woman’s assumption. “I wouldn’t say that,” she responded, having made a snap decision to open up further to her friend. “I’ve had other men since, and, well, if you really do fancy finding out what John’s like, then that wouldn’t bother me either.”
Sarah blanched, and a knot formed in her belly. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“We have an open relationship,” Jeannie told her. “We can see other people, though we each have a veto.
“I’d not veto him sleeping with you, if you both wanted it,” she added. “You could forget Mark-bloody-Evans ever happened, and lose your virginity properly, to my husband.”
Sarah wanted to jump up and run out of the room. Or, so she told herself. But her legs wouldn’t obey her. They were under the control of a part of her imagination that she’d never known she had – a part that was screaming yes! to the idea of sleeping with Jeannie’s husband.
Her mouth opened but no sound came out. After a few seconds she managed a simple “How?”
Jeannie smiled. “Leave that to me, dear.”
* * * * *
It was wrong, Sarah knew, but somehow all her misgivings had evaporated over the next two days, until by the end of the week the two women were calmly discussing how she should be given to Jeannie’s husband, organising the logistics of it as if it were just another project.
And so here she was, at 2pm on Christmas Day, kneeling on Jeannie and John’s bed, naked save for red ribbons. They wound round her legs, over her sex and breasts – barely covering them – and down her arms to end in a knot binding her wrists together. How she’d blushed as she bared herself in front of Jeannie to be decorated so, especially as she hadn’t been wearing any underwear when she arrived (which had been Jeannie’s suggestion too, to avoid visible elastic marks on her skin).
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The unsuspecting John had planned to go over to his sister’s, to spend time with her and her kids, right after he and Jeannie opened their presents together, and Jeannie had decided this was the best time to sneak her friend into the house and prepare her.
Sarah was alone now. She’d heard the front door open moments ago, and knew that Jeannie would be presenting her husband with a surprise extra gift, an envelope that contained a fancy color-laser-printed "gift voucher" entitling the bearer to have his way with Sarah, a letter explaining the circumstances, and a condom.
Her heart pounded. To think that any moment now he would walk through the door, a man she had only seen in passing a few times, a man who was going to screw her silly and do his utmost to ensure she enjoyed every minute!
She closed her eyes, lost in a fantasy that was reality, feeling her cheeks flush and the ribbon between her legs grow moist.
“You are beautiful!”
John’s voice yanked her out of her reverie. Her eyes shot open to see the medium-built, brown-haired husband of her friend standing at the foot of the bed, still wearing his thick, outdoor navy sweater and jeans. He set the voucher on the dressing table and smiled at her.
Sarah was almost lost in those eyes, so brown and so kind, but not so much that she didn’t notice Jeannie dim the lights and close the door…with her on the inside. That was not part of the plan. She opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by John’s kiss.
And it was a good kiss. Firm, but without being too aggressive, his lips soft and imparting just the right amount of pressure. His tongue, when it brushed hers, was curious, exploratory without being invasive. She moaned into the kiss, wanting to hold his head but unable to do so with her wrists bound.
John kissed along her jaw and under her right ear, working slowly down her neck as he climbed onto the bed behind her. Sarah closed her eyes and let her head loll sideways, baring her neck to his gentle attentions. She didn’t open her eyes when she felt the mattress move on the other side, as Jeannie knelt beside her. Nor when she heard a bedside cabinet drawer open. Not even when she felt fabric over her eyes and narrow, feminine fingers at the back of her head tying the blindfold in place.
“Jeannie?” she queried.
“Hush, dear,” her friend replied. “It’s okay. We won’t hurt you. Just surrender to it. Surrender to us.”
Hands on her shoulders, both male and female, eased Sarah backward to lie flat on the bed. Then she felt her bound arms being gently raised her above her head. Feminine fingers threaded another ribbon through the knot at her wrists, and she felt it being tugged tight. She guessed John was securing the other end of the new ribbon to the headboard. She pulled back, testing her suspicion. Yes, she was now tied to the bed!
She should have felt scared, but she didn’t. She trusted Jeannie, and by extension her husband. So instead of trying to free herself she arched her back and softly moaned.
The mattress shifted again on either side of her as her two new lovers shuffled down to her feet. She felt her legs being parted and she didn’t even think of resisting. Fingers untied the knots at each ankle: slender and delicate fingers on her right side, thicker stronger ones on her left. Lips explored the newly uncovered strips of flesh as the crimson ribbons around her legs were slowly unwound.
Up Sarah’s calves the kisses fluttered in sensual spirals as she was unwrapped inch by inch. Her lovers lifted her legs from the bed and spread them wide so that their lips could follow the paths the unfurling ribbons laid bare. Working tandem, Jeannie and John teased the excited blonde, first one taking the lead then the other. Sarah’s head spun as she tried to guess which of them would reach her sex first.
The first ribbon fell away from her crotch, leaving just one covering her mound, and a sodden one at that. She felt lips kiss her sex through that damp and pungent satin, the slight scratch and tug at the material telling her it was John’s face that was between her legs. Then he moved on upwards, following his ribbon over her hips and belly. Next, the second ribbon was peeled away with a slight tug to remove it from where it had sunk in between her intimate lips. Now her sex was bare, and a delicate mouth brushed it as Jeannie began to pleasure her friend, colleague and lover.
Sarah sighed as she gave herself over to her very first oral pleasuring, and an expert one at that.
Jeannie’s tongue ran up and down the inside of Sarah’s labia, exploring the folds of her sex, finding and playing with the tight entrance to her depths, skirting round and teasing the aching bud of her clitoris. Simultaneously the satin of John’s ribbon rubbed her skin as he pulled each loop away, ascending her ribs and belly to find the curve of her breasts. Miraculously, John’s lips closed on Sarah’s left nipple at exactly the same moment as Jeannie ceased her teasing and flicked her tongue over Sarah’s clit.
Sarah squealed at the double stimulation and jerked her hips up. The movement caused John’s lips to tug at her breast and twin spears of pleasure shot through her, one from each direction, meeting in her belly in a glorious burst of heat. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was damned close, and the young woman gasped with joy.
Sarah felt Jeannie’s hands press her hips back down onto the bed, gently but insistently, as she began to tongue her younger lover mercilessly. John must have realised his new bedmate was sensitive to having her breasts stimulated firmly because he closed his teeth around Sarah’s left nipple and pulled with superb control, guiding her down the line that separated pleasure from pain with the skill of an experienced lover. His hand crept under the ribbon that still covered her right breast to rub and pinch the hardening nipple on that side too.
Sarah felt as if a tide of pleasure was carrying her away. Warm needy aches formed behind her sex and breasts, spreading through her body, making her tense and clench her muscles. The ache between her legs flowed down to encompass her anus and buttocks, which clenched involuntary, as well as spreading upwards to feed the growing knot in her belly. The warmth radiated through her limbs in rays that came and went, each reaching further until her whole body was a mass of tingling nerves and desperate need.
John and Jeannie could sense the approach of Sarah’s orgasm. It was Jeannie who tipped her over the edge, flicking her clit still faster and pressing a finger right inside Sarah’s sex. At the sudden invasion Sarah bucked and screamed. She felt like a high board diver plummeting through the air then suddenly hitting the water, buffeted by currents as she plunged deeper and deeper.
“Oh shit, I’m coming!” she cried.
John and Jeannie didn’t relent until three more contractions swept through the ecstatic girl. Only then did they sit back up and let her almost over-stimulated body recover.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it dearie?”
Sarah heard Jeannie’s voice posing the rhetorical question, and although still blindfolded she could imagine the older woman’s half smile. Perhaps she had even winked!
“Yes,” Sarah replied, panting. “Oh god, yes.” She gasped in lungfuls of air as her heart rate slowed to a point where the organ no longer threatened to burst out of her chest.
“And it’s not over yet,” Jeannie said. Rustling noises told Sarah that Jeannie and her husband were undressing, but her break was brief as soon her friend returned to the work of helping her husband unwrap his special Christmas present.
The elder couple soon had Sarah uncovered up to her shoulders. Now the two spirals of crimson ribbon only decorated her arms, in delicate spirals finishing at her still-bound wrists above her head. Jeannie took a moment to admire Sarah’s naked form spread out below her, legs apart, the tiny strip of pubic hair sticky with moisture, her belly and chest rising and falling with each breath. Her slack jaw and parted lips spoke of post-orgasmic bliss, the beads of sweat on her forehead told of her exertion and the magnificent mane of long blond hair that spread out over the pillow was like the halo of a sex goddess. How could Mark have been so callous not to have worshipped such a body, and a body that housed such a kind soul too, she wondered? Well his loss was their gain.
Sarah felt two pairs of lips brush her breasts, feathering kisses all over them, warming her up again. A broad hand with strong, thick digits worked its way down over her belly to her sex, and she gasped as John’s fingers entered her and began to finger-fuck her.
She was on the verge of getting carried away again when a voice cut through her haze of pleasure.
“I want to take her now,” she heard John say. “May I?”
“Of course, my love,” came Jeannie’s reply. “She’s your present after all.”
That he asked his wife and not her didn’t bother Sarah one bit. She was their plaything. She had surrendered her will to them for the duration and trusted them to take care of her, to see to her pleasure as well as their own. So far she hadn’t been disappointed in the slightest.
Sarah felt the fingers withdraw from her sex and moments later the tear of a condom packet and the rustle of thin latex as John pulled it over his cock—a cock, moreover, that Sarah had never seen, for John had only undressed after she was blindfolded. She had no idea whether the erection about to press into her was long or short, thick or thin, circumcised or un-cut, and the idea of finding out by feel alone excited her still further.
The mattress shifted as John knelt between her legs. He leaned forward to place his elbows either side of her ribs, his hands gripping her upper arms. The tip of his cock brushed her mound, then traveled downwards as it was maneuvered, presumably by Jeannie’s deft grip, to line up with Sarah’s entrance.
John eased his torso down and penetrated her slowly, carefully. His cock, thicker than Mark’s, forced her open. She hissed at the discomfort, gritting her teeth.
“Easy now, Sarah. Easy,” Jeannie whispered, as if the younger girl was a skittish filly being broken to the saddle.
Sarah relaxed and suddenly John was sliding in, smooth and deep, until their groins pressed together and she was full of him. He held her, kissing her, caressing her shoulders and neck and jaw, giving her time to get used to the feel of him inside her.
And get used to it she did. The ache faded, to be replaced by a delicious sensation of being replete, and pleasantly stretched.
He nibbled the lobe of her ear and she moaned. Then he bit it gently. Distracted by the mild pain, she didn’t notice that he had withdrawn almost all the way out; didn’t notice until he thrust back in, and not nearly as slowly this time.
She gasped as she took his length a second time. Then a third, and a fourth. Soon he had established a rhythm. Her sex juiced even more to ease his passage in and out of her and she felt herself transported by overwhelming sensation. This was so much better than with Mark! Her lover’s cock plundered her deeply, mercilessly, but she welcomed it, welcomed him. For at this moment she was his, completely and utterly.
Sarah had quite forgotten about Jeannie until she felt arms reach round from above her head, hands close over her breasts, fingers grasp her nipples. She moaned anew as Jeannie massaged, rubbed and pinched her breasts whilst her husband picked up his pace, starting to hammer into her.
Once more the warmth grew in Jeannie’s belly. She was helpless to prevent its spread through her torso and then her limbs. But there the sensation paused, leaving her teetering on the brink of climax. She tried to thrust her hips up against John, tried to swallow even more of him into her sex, but the orgasm wouldn’t come.
From above Sarah’s blindfolded face, Jeannie saw the young girl’s expression twist and grimace in frustration. She remembered how Sarah had responded to her breasts being treated roughly and she pinched the nipples hard, tugging them, pulling her breasts into cones.
Sarah screamed, but the scream of pain turned into one of triumph as her climax finally took her. In the darkness behind the blindfold her vision splintered into brightly colored shards, like a stained glass window shattered in slow motion. She arched hard against her lover and the sheath of her sex clenched, setting off his climax, making him press into her as deep as he could, holding himself there, expending his passion into the rubber that he wore.
“Yes!” John growled, his voice bestial. His fingers digging into her shoulders were the only thing keeping her from floating away, Sarah thought, as the intense orgasm faded into a haze of pleasure.
John held her for a moment more, then reluctantly withdrew from her. He rolled to one side to dispose of the condom, but Sarah wasn’t left alone as Jeannie quickly untied the younger girl’s wrists, removed her blindfold, then slid down beside her and gathered her into her arms.
The two women hugged each other.
“I told you he was good,” Jeannie whispered to her friend.
“You’re not kidding!” Sarah replied, grinning.
She felt John hug her from behind, spooning, as she laid her head on Jeannie’s shoulder.
“You’re not too bad yourself, girl!” John teased as he pinched her behind. “I can’t wait to see how you do when you get to take the lead.”
“Pardon?” Sarah queried.
“Well you don’t think you’re getting away with giving me only the one orgasm for my Christmas?” he replied. “There’s plenty time before we have to make the Christmas dinner. So climb onboard and show me what you’ve got.”
He rolled onto his back, his hands going behind his head, then nodding cheekily down at his cock, which was already stiffening.
“Girl on top this time,” he told her with a grin.
“And you owe me one as well, when you’ve finished with my husband,” Jeannie chipped in.
It was going to be an exhausting, but memorable, Christmas.
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Copyright December 2011, Jamie Hiddler
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