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 Archive name: xmaseve.txt (MF, inc)
 Authors name: Anonymous
 Story title : Christmas Eve

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     I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca-
 tion when I was 18. My parents were on a two week
 second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed
 to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill,
 who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the
 shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident,
 so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry
 Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great
 surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the
 two days before Christmas were truly enjoyable.

     Before I get too far along, I should point out that
 Jill was, and still is, a most attractive woman. Her
 best features are her slender, well shaped legs and her
 37 inch bustline. Dad has often commented that, other
 than Betty Grable, he'd never seen a woman with such
 "gorgeous gams" (his words, not mine).

     On Christmas Eve, Jill and I decorated the tree,
 put out all the presents, and then went to evening
 church services. Jill had dressed in what she called
 her "Christmas uniform," a delicate white laced trimmed
 blouse, a red pleated skirt, and red high heals. Uni-
 form or not, she was stunning.

     After church, Jill mixed up a hot rum punch (with
 less rum) while I was starting a fire in the fireplace.
 When she brought in the large mugs of punch, I couldn't
 help sighing over how idyllic the scene seemed! The
 warm glow of a crackling fire, the sparkling tree, the
 pleasant scent of pine mixed with the smell of rum and
 Jill's exquisite perfume, and especially the sight of
 beautiful Aunt Jill and her long, nyloned legs shimmer-
 ing in the firelight. I thought to myself, "Now this is
 what I call a truly merry Christmas."

     Jill and I sat on the plush couch in front of the
 fireplace and began to reminisce about past Christmases
 and past family joys. Not suprisingly, we both shied
 away from any mention of my Uncle Jack's death. We
 talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what
 seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The
 drink combined with the mellow Christmas music on the
 stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertant
 yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill
 asked if I'd like to rest my head in her lap.

     I thought that was a marvelous idea, so I stretched
 out on the couch and rested my head on her red skirt
 clad lap, my face toward the fire. We continued to
 talk, but the sight of her exquisite legs encased in
 silky sheer nylons and sexy high heels was starting to
 get to me. As she talked, I slowly let one of my hands
 drift to her right lower leg. Since this aroused no
 strong protest, I boldly began sliding my hand up and
 down that taut leg and began fondling the straps of her
 high heels. My hand shifted back and forth from one leg
 to the other, gently caressing her calves.

     I had, by this time, an enormous erection, but I
 was lying stomach down, so Aunt Jill couldn't detect my
 excitement. Soon my hand reached and massaged her knees
 (and I wondered whether I dared go further). I soon
 received my answer when Jill said, "Oh, that massage
 feels so good. Would you mind massaging this spot
 here?" She had me raise my head, and then she pulled
 her pleated skirt up a short way onto her thigh. She
 pointed to a spot on her lower thigh, and like a pro I
 massaged and caressed it, allowing my fingers to slide
 deftly beyond the point she'd pointed to.

     By this time such was the burning desire in my rock
 hard teenage cock that I was all but humping the couch.
 I was now gliding my hand over most of Jill's lovely
 limbs, and she responded by spreading her legs as I
 tried to reach further and further up her thigh. Sud-
 denly, Jill told me to raise my head, and she pulled
 her skirt up over her waist.

     What a magnificent sight greeted me! She wore
 gartered stockings that were pulled incredibly tight by
 a delicate red lace garter belt. She also had on a very
 skimpy pair of red laced bikini panties.

     I immediately dove in, kissing and licking her
 shimmering nyloned legs and nibbling on those exquisite
 garters. Jill spread her legs even further, and my hand
 rubbed and caressed the insides of those legs all the
 way from her toes to her lace covered crotch. My tongue
 now found its way to those lace panties, and I sucked
 on the warm juices that were soaking them.

     Jill was incredibly excited and soon had undone all
 the buttons on her blouse, exposing her two gorgeous
 tits encased in a very scanty whit bra. She began
 massaging her massive mounds through the bra as I con-
 tinued my assult on her love box.

     I decided I'd better take full advantage of her
 stockinged wonders, so I got off the couch and knelt
 before her. She didn't know what I was going to do un-
 til I unzipped my pants and pulled out my pulsing prod.
 She reached for it, but I told her I wanted to tease
 her a bit first. No objection on her part. Taking my
 dick in my hand and starting at her toes, I gently
 glided it up and down the full length of her stockings.
 Small droplets of cum formed on the head as the wonder-
 ous sensations of touching those beautiful stockinged
 gams worked its way through my body.

     While I was doing this, Jill had unsnapped her bra
 and was busy, with one hand kneading her eraser tip
 nipples and the other hand buried beneath her panties
 as she feverishly fingered herself. Somehow her deep
 panting almost seemed to keep time with the tume
 "Jingle Bells," which was coming from the stereo, and
 I was getting more and more into the Christmas spirit.

     With one long, loving lick of her stocking tops, I
 decided I'd better go to work on that still hidden
 treasure between Jill's legs. I pulled the crotch of
 her laced undies to the side to expose the juiciest,
 warmest love box I'd ever had the pleasure to indulge
 in. In no time, my tongue was deep inside of her,
 slurping up the sweet juices which seemed to literally
 pour from my aunt's vagina.

     Jill begged for my cock, so I lifted her legs onto
 the couch and then climbed on top so that we were in
 the 69 position. The sight of her long, elegant stock-
 inged legs in those sexy high heels and her glistening
 bush sent me into ecstacy. I slowly lowered my prod
 into her anxiously awaiting mouth, and she began suck-
 ing and licking it like an old veteran of many cock-
 sucking sessions. As I continued to satisfy my hunger
 for pussy, my hands skillfully massaged her inner
 thighs beneath her stocking tops. Soon I knew I was
 going to blow my wad, so I raised my head up, peered
 through my legs, and watched my eight inch dick slide
 in and out of Aunt Jill's red lips. With one last
 thrust, I burst, shooting gusher after gusher of red
 hot cum into Jill's mouth. She sucked for all she was
 worth but just couldn't handle my load, and some of the
 cum oozed out of her mouth and down her chin. I immedi-
 ately went back to work on her love lips, driving my
 tongue even deeper into her inner recesses, and soon
 she, too, had a terrific orgasm.

     Jill then let me know she wanted to get up to go to
 the bathroom. I thought it a bit awkward to worry about
 that, but was I suprised when she got back! she had
 completely stripped herself except for the red garter
 belt, sheer stockings, and high heels. She told me to
 strip and then lie on the plushly carpeted floor facing
 the couch. She then sat on the couch and, to my great
 delight, put her high heel between my legs and began
 "masturbating" me with it. The straps on the heels
 exposed most of her sheer stockinged feet, so I felt
 both the leather of her pumps and the exquisite soft-
 ness of her nylons as her foot slid over my lubricated
 shaft and under my balls. Of course, I was terribly
 erect once again and moaning in ecstasy.

     Then Jill reached down and unfastened the strap on
 her heel. She said, "If you thought that felt terrific,
 how about this?" With that she rested her stockinged
 foot on my cock and began sliding it up and down the
 greased shaft while she massaged her large breasts with
 both hands. I just could not stand the sensation of the
 nylon on my cock, and in no time flat I once again blew
 my load, this time drenching Jill's nylons and covering
 my stomach.

     Jill, seeing that the great event had happened once
 again, decided she was still thirsty, so she very sex-
 ily unsnapped her garters and removed the drenced
 stocking. She then used the stocking almost like a
 sponge to clean up the rest of the cum on my body and
 to my amazement proceeded to put the stocking to her
 lips and suck the cum from it. When she finished, she
 slipped the nylon back on and hooked up the garters
 once again.

     We spent Christmas Eve in each other's arms in
 front of that crackling fire and tinsel covered tree,
 and Aunt Jill spent almost all of that week in sexy
 outfits, which always included a garter belt, nylons,
 and high heels.

     My problem is that since that time I have this
 incredible lust for women in high heels and stockings.
 The recent fashion trends toward skimpy high heels and
 slit skirts is driving me bananas. I can't even work
 anymore because my secretary wears the highest heels
 and shortest dresses I've ever seen. If only Aunt Jill
 could've realized the problems she caused on that
 beautiful Christmas Eve that seems so long ago.

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 KRISTEN'S LAW:
 It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
 with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it.  OBEY KRISTEN'S LAW AND LIVE!

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 Kristen's collection - Directory 8

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