Message-ID: <21978asstr$946163400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Elena" From: "Elena" Subject: {ASSM} Elena "Stuffed" (MF rom Xmas anal) Lines: 177 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2014.211 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 18:52:13 GMT Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 18:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates "Stuffed" (MF rom Xmas anal) Copyright 1999 by Elena silverlink@freeuk.com This story is festive. It has Christmas themes in it. Do not read it if you're sick of the whole commercialised circus already. The Christmas dinner in this story is real. Only the characters, and everything else, have been changed. I have also taken liberties with the TV scheduling, but only so that I wouldn't have to mention Noel Edmonds! The copyright in this story belongs to me. However, you may distribute this story as you wish. Think of it as my Christmas Day gift to you :-) Stuffed ------- The lights on the tree were twinkling, and the table was lit by flickering red candles. It was so beautiful, a lovely setting for a lovely meal. Susan burped, light and delicate but still an uncouth act. She couldn't help it. "Honey," said Craig, taking another sip from his glass of Cava, "that was marvellous." Susan smiled and bowed her head. It had been very nice, she agreed. Roast duck with plum sauce, crispy fried vegetables and rice; a real treat, and a refreshing change from the usual turkey. "Pudding?" she asked, taking his empty plate. "Oh, yes," he replied. When she returned to the dining table, she had in her hand two bowls of Irish cream-flavoured Pavlova. It looked exquisite and Susan wished she could have taken credit for them, as she had for the main course. However, she'd bought it from the frozen food shop. When Craig looked at her, though, it was as if she'd made all his dreams come true. "Not yet," she thought, and a dirty little grin came to her face, as the bubbles from the Cava were going to her head. Later, they sat on the sofa, watching the Queen's speech. "So, my love," she asked him, a light and flirtatious tone in her voice, "would you like some loving?" "Ooh," he replied, his eyes lighting up. "You see," Susan went on, "If I sat astride you on the sofa, it wouldn't squash our bellies. We are very full, after all," she said, and kissed him as she pulled her leg across until she was kneeling with one leg on either side of his lap. The Queen was droning on in the background, but Craig's cock was growing hard, and it wasn't for Her Majesty. After all, Susan was his queen, and she was the one who could command his affection. "You can suck my tits," she went on, "and turn me on, and then I'll ride you, right here by the Christmas tree." She was already undoing her top, which was a scarlet cardigan, fastened down the front by hooks and eyes. Underneath, the tops of her magnificent breasts were starting to show, as well as the pretty lace trimming her black bra. She kissed him again, and licked his lips with the tip of her tongue. In response, he moaned lightly and stuck his own tongue between her lips and touched it to her teeth. Susan ground her hips downwards and onto the bulge in his trousers where his cock was growing. Craig's hands gripped her buttocks, then slid up under her cardigan until they were stroking the bare skin of her back, as soft and creamy as the filling in the Pavlova, and twice as delicious. She had undone her top, and she sat up, reached back and unhooked her own bra. She tossed it onto the floor with the cardigan, heedless of where it fell. Taking one of her breasts in her hand she pushed it to his mouth and said in a low, dangerous voice, "Fucking suck it." Craig obliged, taking the rosy nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, sucking it until it was fully swollen and throbbing gently. With one hand, he took hold of her other nipple and squeezed and rolled it between his fingers, pulling on it, stretching it, making it as hard as the one in his mouth. Then, he swiftly changed sides, taking the nipple from his fingers into his mouth and grabbing the other breast and squeezing before finding the hot, firm nipple, still moist from his saliva and pulling on it too in its turn. Susan moaned. Her hands had undone his shirt and she stroked the dark, silky hair that covered his chest, then ran her fingers up over his face and through his hair. Her back was arched and she was rocking back and forth, her face a mask of pleasure. "Would you like something up your arse?" she asked, her voice darker and sexier than ever, more like a rich Christmas pudding than the light meringue desert that Craig could still taste on his tongue. "Ooh," he moaned, his voice full of longing, "Yes please!" She knew him so well. Susan stood up. "Pull your trousers down and stroke your cock," she commanded. She herself walked over to their dining table. She blew out one of the candles that was still burning there, and to cool it, dipped it in her almost-empty glass of Cava, which was still sat on the table. When she returned to the sofa, she had it in her hand and she stood by Craig, still sitting there, as she pulled down her trousers and knickers. They joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Quietly, but still with a commanding tone in her voice, she said, "Stand up." When Craig stood, she stroked his round and firm buttocks, masculine and hairy. Then she spat on the end of the candle to lubricate it and, gently but firmly, shoved it up his little pink arsehole. Craig groaned once more in answer, and she could see his cock, which was already hard, twitch and grow even more. A slight glistening droplet of moisture appeared from the end of it, and the shaft was very red. "Sit back down," Susan told him. When Craig sat on the candle, it drove it even further up his bottom and he moaned again, his eyes wild and his lips open. Surely and swiftly, Susan got on him again, astride, and she guided his member into her wet, moist hole, which was already throbbing with desire. They only fucked for a moment or two. Susan was holding onto the back of the sofa with one hand, and using one finger of the other to circle and tease her clit. Turned on as she was, she came quickly and her cunt squeezed his cock with the beautiful spasms of orgasm. She shuddered, and cried out in a strange, distant voice, "Oh love, my love...." Craig thrust up into her, joining her in a climax, the muscles of his arse clamping onto the thick candle as he shot his hot seed into her again and again. He was as stuffed full of candle as she was of cock, and both of them shook with the pleasure of it. Susan could feel his stubble against her throat as she leaned forward, crooning in a low, gently voice as jolts of ecstasy shot through her like electric shocks. Craig's hands were clutching her back, and he could feel the veil of sweat that broke out across her skin. It was quite a while before they came to her senses. When they did, Susan heard singing from behind her and realised the television was still on. "Oh, it's 'White Christmas'", she said, hearing Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye crooning away. "Yes," replied Craig. There was no snow falling outside their window as the sun set on their Christmas afternoon, but they'd had a very happy Christmas just the same. "By the way," said Susan, looking down at Craig's smiling face, "you do realise you're doing the washing up?" The End ------- Festive greetings to all of you. Yes, I did it too after my dinner, although not quite as Susan and Craig did. Even an atheist like me can find *something* to celebrate! -Elena -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+