Only One More Sleep Til Chrismukkah...
MERRY CHRISMUKKAH!!
May all your smutty dreams come true this Chrismukkah, my little smutters!
“Well, you haven’t had the second part of your present yet.”
“Really?” Kirsten giggled.
“Yep. It’s in the bedroom,” Sandy winked.
Kirsten laughed. “Well, then you’d better lead the way.”
Sandy lifted himself to his feet, holding out his hand to pull her up after him. “My pleasure.”
Kirsten pouted, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Not all yours, I hope.”
Sandy raised his thick eyebrows. He slipped his hand around her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her against his groin. Kirsten smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sandy pushed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He slipped his hands under her top, caressing her skin. Kirsten let out a quiet moan, feeling desire run through her. Her hands were rested on his chest and she grabbed at his shirt. Sandy brought his hands up to cover hers, gripping them in his and she followed him to the bedroom. He led her through the door, turning to face her.
The bedroom had been decorated with Chrismukkah decorations, just like the rest of the house; but, for now, Kirsten didn’t see them. All she saw was Sandy - his big blue eyes and broad shoulders; the lips that knew how to kiss her; the hands that knew where to touch her. She closed the door behind them, her back leaning lightly against it, watching him.
Sandy watched her watching him with her bright blue eyes, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Reflecting on the past year, he realised he simply couldn’t live without her. He had, during the summer, and he didn’t want to repeat that ever again. Since she had come home, he had showered her with words of affection, telling her how much he loved her, wanting her to understand how he felt. There were only so many times he could tell her; now, he wanted to show her.
He moved towards her, his hands resting around her waist and his lips finding hers as he kissed her squarely. He nudged his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her against the door. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against her body. His chest pressed against her breasts, his groin crushing hers. His tongue swirled in her mouth, escaping occasionally to lick her lips, catching them between his teeth and tugging gently. Kirsten smiled at this assault, opening her mouth to allow his tongue back in. She ran her hands through his messy hair, her fingers massaging his head. Their noses rubbed together and Kirsten could feel her chin grazing against his stubble. She kissed him over and over again.
Sandy pulled away and left a trail of kisses along her jaw and behind her ear, snaking his tongue out and sucking on her earlobe. His hands pulled at her t-shirt, edging them underneath the material and exploring her body. His palms ran over her smooth skin, up and down her back, over her hips. He nuzzled his face into her neck, biting lightly into her. His started to suck on her neck, slowly bringing up a small bruise. Kirsten buried her face into his hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.
Grabbing her t-shirt, Sandy lifted it suddenly over her head, burying his head back into her chest, leaving a flurry of kisses over her. Kirsten’s hands were still raking through his hair and she grabbed it in handfuls, pushing his head away from her so that she could kiss his lips. Sandy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away from the door, stumbling across the room until they hit the edge of her bed.
Kirsten’s hands ran over his shoulders to the collar of his shirt. She started to open the buttons, working from the top to the bottom, eventually exposing his torso. She scraped her nails down his chest, attacking his lips with her mouth. Sandy’s hands ran around her waist, pulling at the zip at the front of her trousers until they fell loose. He pushed them over her hips and they fell to the floor.
Carefully, he pushed her down onto the bed. Kirsten stared up at him, arching her back as she reached her lips up to meet his as he leaned over her. Sandy broke away, kissing her chin and neck and chest, down between her breasts, over the cotton of her bra, and down the middle of her stomach. His tongue circled her belly button, plunging it into the dip and then licking his way back up to her breasts. He reached under her, unhooking the clips to her bra, pulling the straps off her shoulders and discarding it on the floor. Her nipples pointed up at him and he dropped his head to her right breast. His tongue flickered out, sinking his teeth over the mound as it grew hard under him. He tugged at her nipple before lowering his lips and sucking hard. He kissed his way to her left breast and repeated his actions.
Kirsten moaned under him and he lifted his eyes, watching her as she tipped her head back, her mouth hanging open and her breathing quickening. His mouth stayed at her breasts, as he ran the tip of his index finger down the middle of her stomach, down the dip of her belly button and into her knickers. His whole hand disappeared under the fabric, pushing past her pubic hair and into her sex. She was already wet and as he pushed his fingers inside of her, she lifted her hips, willing him deeper. She groaned louder, a small pool of sweat forming on her top lip. Sandy lifted his body, kissing her top lip and lapping up the sweat. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing the material of her knickers and pulling them off. Kirsten drew her legs up, encouraging him to return and he started to massage her clit, her body gyrating under him.
Kirsten opened her eyes to look at her husband, finding him staring down at her. His fingers continued to pleasure her. Her hands were thrown over her head and she lifted them to his face, running her fingers over his coarse cheeks. Sandy pulled away, his teeth biting at her fingers and his lips kissing at her palms. He could feel himself getting aroused as he watched her get closer and closer to orgasm under his touch. He dropped his head again, kissing every inch of skin he could, over her chest and stomach. His tongue swirled over her soft skin as his free hand played with her nipples. His fingers entered her again, rubbing against her walls. He felt them start to clamp around his fingers and he pushed deeper into her.
Kirsten let out a high-pitched cry as she came, her back arching and her eyes squeezed shut. Sandy waited until her hips dropped and her legs collapsed onto the bed, before withdrawing his fingers from her. She opened her eyes again, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breathing. Sandy pulled himself up so that he was leaning over her, straddling her hips with his legs and propping his weight up on his arms that rested by her head. He lowered his head and embraced her in a deep kiss, his chest resting against her breasts and his torso rubbing against hers.
Kirsten could feel her labia pulsating as he pressed his erect cock against her groin. She ran her hands over his chest, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples and pinching them between her fingers. She lifted her head, kissing his stubble over his chin and down his neck, sucking his Adam’s apple. Her hands ran lower, feeling their way over his toned abs to the buckle of his belt. She pulled it open, undoing his jeans and freeing his swollen groin. Sandy groaned at the relief, helping her push his trousers and boxers off his body. He dropped his body onto hers, gyrating against her and rubbing his erection against her sex.
Kirsten’s hand reached for him and she started to rub him, her fingers running over the tip, down his shaft and massaging his balls. Sandy nudged at her sex and she teased him, guiding his penis away from her opening as her hand continued to run up and down his length. Sandy ran his hands over her hips and down her thighs, lifting them off the bed and hooking her legs over his shoulders. He pushed down against her body, giving her no choice as he pushed his hard cock into her. He slid easily against her wetness, pushing in and out, in and out.
Sandy dropped his head into the pillow next to hers, and Kirsten sank her teeth into him, leaving bite marks in his shoulder. Her hands ran down his back and over his ass, pushing him down on top of her as she lifted her hips towards him. He pounded into her, building a fast rhythm. Kirsten began to moan as the walls of her cervix started to clamp around his penis, her nails digging into his skin. Sandy pushed harder, his orgasm exploding in her and he matched her cries of pleasure. His pace slowed as he fell limp inside her, pulling out and falling off of her. He slung his arm over her stomach, kissing the tip of her nose and cuddling close against her.
“Definitely the best Chrismukkah ever,” he murmured.
May all your smutty dreams come true this Chrismukkah, my little smutters!
“Well, you haven’t had the second part of your present yet.”
“Really?” Kirsten giggled.
“Yep. It’s in the bedroom,” Sandy winked.
Kirsten laughed. “Well, then you’d better lead the way.”
Sandy lifted himself to his feet, holding out his hand to pull her up after him. “My pleasure.”
Kirsten pouted, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Not all yours, I hope.”
Sandy raised his thick eyebrows. He slipped his hand around her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her against his groin. Kirsten smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sandy pushed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He slipped his hands under her top, caressing her skin. Kirsten let out a quiet moan, feeling desire run through her. Her hands were rested on his chest and she grabbed at his shirt. Sandy brought his hands up to cover hers, gripping them in his and she followed him to the bedroom. He led her through the door, turning to face her.
The bedroom had been decorated with Chrismukkah decorations, just like the rest of the house; but, for now, Kirsten didn’t see them. All she saw was Sandy - his big blue eyes and broad shoulders; the lips that knew how to kiss her; the hands that knew where to touch her. She closed the door behind them, her back leaning lightly against it, watching him.
Sandy watched her watching him with her bright blue eyes, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Reflecting on the past year, he realised he simply couldn’t live without her. He had, during the summer, and he didn’t want to repeat that ever again. Since she had come home, he had showered her with words of affection, telling her how much he loved her, wanting her to understand how he felt. There were only so many times he could tell her; now, he wanted to show her.
He moved towards her, his hands resting around her waist and his lips finding hers as he kissed her squarely. He nudged his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her against the door. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against her body. His chest pressed against her breasts, his groin crushing hers. His tongue swirled in her mouth, escaping occasionally to lick her lips, catching them between his teeth and tugging gently. Kirsten smiled at this assault, opening her mouth to allow his tongue back in. She ran her hands through his messy hair, her fingers massaging his head. Their noses rubbed together and Kirsten could feel her chin grazing against his stubble. She kissed him over and over again.
Sandy pulled away and left a trail of kisses along her jaw and behind her ear, snaking his tongue out and sucking on her earlobe. His hands pulled at her t-shirt, edging them underneath the material and exploring her body. His palms ran over her smooth skin, up and down her back, over her hips. He nuzzled his face into her neck, biting lightly into her. His started to suck on her neck, slowly bringing up a small bruise. Kirsten buried her face into his hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.
Grabbing her t-shirt, Sandy lifted it suddenly over her head, burying his head back into her chest, leaving a flurry of kisses over her. Kirsten’s hands were still raking through his hair and she grabbed it in handfuls, pushing his head away from her so that she could kiss his lips. Sandy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away from the door, stumbling across the room until they hit the edge of her bed.
Kirsten’s hands ran over his shoulders to the collar of his shirt. She started to open the buttons, working from the top to the bottom, eventually exposing his torso. She scraped her nails down his chest, attacking his lips with her mouth. Sandy’s hands ran around her waist, pulling at the zip at the front of her trousers until they fell loose. He pushed them over her hips and they fell to the floor.
Carefully, he pushed her down onto the bed. Kirsten stared up at him, arching her back as she reached her lips up to meet his as he leaned over her. Sandy broke away, kissing her chin and neck and chest, down between her breasts, over the cotton of her bra, and down the middle of her stomach. His tongue circled her belly button, plunging it into the dip and then licking his way back up to her breasts. He reached under her, unhooking the clips to her bra, pulling the straps off her shoulders and discarding it on the floor. Her nipples pointed up at him and he dropped his head to her right breast. His tongue flickered out, sinking his teeth over the mound as it grew hard under him. He tugged at her nipple before lowering his lips and sucking hard. He kissed his way to her left breast and repeated his actions.
Kirsten moaned under him and he lifted his eyes, watching her as she tipped her head back, her mouth hanging open and her breathing quickening. His mouth stayed at her breasts, as he ran the tip of his index finger down the middle of her stomach, down the dip of her belly button and into her knickers. His whole hand disappeared under the fabric, pushing past her pubic hair and into her sex. She was already wet and as he pushed his fingers inside of her, she lifted her hips, willing him deeper. She groaned louder, a small pool of sweat forming on her top lip. Sandy lifted his body, kissing her top lip and lapping up the sweat. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing the material of her knickers and pulling them off. Kirsten drew her legs up, encouraging him to return and he started to massage her clit, her body gyrating under him.
Kirsten opened her eyes to look at her husband, finding him staring down at her. His fingers continued to pleasure her. Her hands were thrown over her head and she lifted them to his face, running her fingers over his coarse cheeks. Sandy pulled away, his teeth biting at her fingers and his lips kissing at her palms. He could feel himself getting aroused as he watched her get closer and closer to orgasm under his touch. He dropped his head again, kissing every inch of skin he could, over her chest and stomach. His tongue swirled over her soft skin as his free hand played with her nipples. His fingers entered her again, rubbing against her walls. He felt them start to clamp around his fingers and he pushed deeper into her.
Kirsten let out a high-pitched cry as she came, her back arching and her eyes squeezed shut. Sandy waited until her hips dropped and her legs collapsed onto the bed, before withdrawing his fingers from her. She opened her eyes again, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breathing. Sandy pulled himself up so that he was leaning over her, straddling her hips with his legs and propping his weight up on his arms that rested by her head. He lowered his head and embraced her in a deep kiss, his chest resting against her breasts and his torso rubbing against hers.
Kirsten could feel her labia pulsating as he pressed his erect cock against her groin. She ran her hands over his chest, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples and pinching them between her fingers. She lifted her head, kissing his stubble over his chin and down his neck, sucking his Adam’s apple. Her hands ran lower, feeling their way over his toned abs to the buckle of his belt. She pulled it open, undoing his jeans and freeing his swollen groin. Sandy groaned at the relief, helping her push his trousers and boxers off his body. He dropped his body onto hers, gyrating against her and rubbing his erection against her sex.
Kirsten’s hand reached for him and she started to rub him, her fingers running over the tip, down his shaft and massaging his balls. Sandy nudged at her sex and she teased him, guiding his penis away from her opening as her hand continued to run up and down his length. Sandy ran his hands over her hips and down her thighs, lifting them off the bed and hooking her legs over his shoulders. He pushed down against her body, giving her no choice as he pushed his hard cock into her. He slid easily against her wetness, pushing in and out, in and out.
Sandy dropped his head into the pillow next to hers, and Kirsten sank her teeth into him, leaving bite marks in his shoulder. Her hands ran down his back and over his ass, pushing him down on top of her as she lifted her hips towards him. He pounded into her, building a fast rhythm. Kirsten began to moan as the walls of her cervix started to clamp around his penis, her nails digging into his skin. Sandy pushed harder, his orgasm exploding in her and he matched her cries of pleasure. His pace slowed as he fell limp inside her, pulling out and falling off of her. He slung his arm over her stomach, kissing the tip of her nose and cuddling close against her.
“Definitely the best Chrismukkah ever,” he murmured.