Christmas Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Josefine was always a woman who did and talked about adventures, desires and crazy things, even during Christmas, she preferred a swinger party to actually enjoying a conventional Christmas holiday, Christian was her partner in crime, they were both having fun with their dreams to eat ass. So, it was during the New Year that they were practicing their countless sexual games and their many crazy things, which was not so much, being true with all the crazy things that had started, that she had been engaged in for some time now, in the midst of a threesome with your desires from more than 12 men in a dark room.

If all went well, this would be the happiest Christmas of our lives. It was all too perfect, and when I decided to step into Ric's room, I was sure this was the right time to become his wife, forever. My heart was pounding madly inside my chest. I had already waited too long. All those nights when he walked into my room and we started making out instantly just showed how much we wanted to go further, but Alice always knocked on my door and Ric had to hide until she left, or until I took her away. back to your room. This was driving me crazy. I masturbated every night imagining his hand rubbing my pussy. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel what, until then, I had only felt under my clothes. F

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s

She felt guilty for wanting more. One Christmas after too many sherries, he had pushed his hand up under her jumper and fondled her breast over her brassiére. Shocked and ashamed by the warm melting feeling between her thighs, she had pushed him away. He had apologised and she had not dared to ask him to touch her again. But oh, how she had longed for him to stroke the inside of her thigh above the top of her much-darned stocking, to slip his hand inside the loose leg of her cami-knickers.

He leaned back and rolled her thermals down to her knees, exposing her pale, heart-shaped ass and glorious pussy. He glanced down at his cock which was now rock hard and took it in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her delicious opening. She groaned and wiggled against him, pushing back, trying to coax him to push in. “Oh Mikey, you make me so hot.” “I’ve been thinking about your Christmas present, Mom.” He continued to taunt her with his cock, pushing just in between her honeyed walls, casually sliding his thick rod up and down like he was in no hurry.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick. Monica's husband and kids were in the living room downstairs, singing Christmas songs with her friends and family. Her husband, Dan, wasn't much of a sex enthusiast, and their sex life had been restricted to once a week. Monica had been sure she would go mad without sex until her friend had told her about 'Dirty Santa'. "Slip those fingers in that pussy, " Her dirty Santa ordered, leaning close to watch her obey. "Yes, Santa," She moaned, licking two of her fingers and slipping it in her pussy. She felt her hot walls cling to her fingers, clamping around them and began fingering the wet cunt.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out. He thrust 3 of his fingers in me hard, filling me completely, and I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so tight, fuck," he groaned, hand on my tit, pinching my nipple through the dress. "Harder," I begged, the anger turning to pure need, my orgasm building fast. We stumbled out of the club and straight into the back seat of Xavier's car. The door slammed hard behind us and the driver pulled away without a word.