It was tradition to decorate the Christmas tree together for our party. Last year it was at Heidi’s house, and before that, Dee’s. This year, it was my turn. Everything began normally with the typical flirting and gossiping that ensued whenever we got together. But normality wouldn’t last, because Sammy, my old mistress and lover, was joining us this year. I should have known how that would end.
I really should have known.
— Christmas 2024 —
Fate was carved into stone as I crawled under the Christmas tree to adjust the lights—those damn things never work the first time. Sammy had stepped onto a stool to add the finishing touches to the top of our tree. Looking up from beneath the tree, I could see under her festive Mrs. Claus skirt.
Her long legs looked perfect in her thigh-high socks. Underneath her skirt, she wasn’t wearing anything. The unobscured view of her trimmed pussy awoke the nymph that dwelt inside me. My thoughts turned back to all of those evenings I had spent between her thighs with my nose pressed against her clit. I could almost remember how she tasted.
Perhaps if I had been less distracted, I would have noticed Dee and Heidi giggling at me. I chewed my lips as my skin tingled with lust; my knickers already clung to my wet cunt. Christ, I’d already gone five fucking months without sex! I was so desperate that it almost hurt. Without thinking, my hand reached between my trembling legs.
Sammy’s skirt rode higher, inviting me to indulge in sin more. Instinctively, I bent lower, hoping for a better view. Then, through the branches, I saw it.
“Shit,” I silently cursed.
Sammy’s emerald eyes, full of insatiable hunger, stared back at my guilty crimson face. Her luscious lips smirking as she stepped off the stool and walked over to the others.
“Get out here if you’re that horny,” Sammy demanded, pointing to the middle of the living room. “Now!”
I bashfully crawled past the rejected decorations still strewn across my living room floor and knelt before the three sirens. Dee’s hand rested high on Heidi’s soft thigh as they watched with rapt interest. All three had their eyes on me, ready to cast their judgment.
“Strip,” Sammy ordered, their eyes already fulfilling her command.
I never could refuse her; it simply wasn’t possible. My top and bra were the first to go. As my breasts jiggled back into place, Dee whistled. Next, I cast off my tight shorts and knickers at Sammy’s feet, revealing my shamefully wet bush to them.
The passion within Sammy’s eyes ignited. She grasped my ponytail, snapping my head back, and forced her tongue into my mouth. As our tongues wrestled, her free hand clawed at my bubble butt. I groaned as strands of saliva trailed between our lips.
“Devour me,” my lust pleaded from deep within.
Between my thighs, the once-glowing embers of desire engulfed my soul with a raging inferno.
Sammy pushed me down onto my back and crawled between my legs, with her golden hair flowing over me. The temptress grinned and then slowly licked along my thigh, fanning the wildfires even more. Over Sammy’s shoulders, I saw Dee and Heidi slipping their hands beneath each other’s waistbands.
“Yes, devour me. Take me now!” Lust cried.
My hips bucked as Sammy licked my pussy. Her tongue danced over my sensitive nub, playing with my clit piercing. Every time I felt like I had reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her tongue would sweep the clouds aside, revealing loftier heights of exquisite joy.
With a soft, wet sound, her fingers parted my velvety folds, and she curled her fingers in search of that blessed spot. My thighs clamped down on her hand as I drowned out the Christmas music with my moans.
“Shush,” she mocked.
She wasn’t in any rush to finish playing with her Christmas toy. Her now-wet fingers expertly teased around my G-spot but never directly on it. I whimpered and pushed my hips against her fingers. With one more touch, I would plummet over the edge into euphoria, but that wicked succubus sensed it and withheld my relief.
“Please!” I squirmed beneath her, knocking Christmas baubles across the floor.
Heidi and Dee laughed. Sammy alone could drive me insane. But with those two also watching me, I was in heaven, or was this the joys of hell? My mind was too foggy to tell.
Through lust-glazed eyes, I saw Dee nibbling Heidi’s nipple. My toes curled. Heidi slowly licked her lips as she watched me. Then she quickly pushed her leggings down and flashed her damp red thong at me. The intoxicating stench of depravity filled my living room.
Sammy tapped my G-spot as she pinned me in place. My soul shivered.
Time froze; the Earth ceased spinning, and for one magical moment, Silent Night reigned supreme. All was calm amidst a tranquil sea of primal ecstasy. Each lick caused a gentle brook of desire to trickle down my valley of soft folds.
But it was just the calm before the storm, and time cannot stand still forever.
She planted her fingers against my G-spot, firmly this time. My pussy joyfully wept as it clenched tightly against her unrelenting fingers. Then what was once a gentle brook erupted into a torrent of warm juices squirting over Sammy’s hand and chin.
My pulsating cunt dripped as I cried with unbridled passion, fingers tearing up floorboards. I writhed in delicious agony as my body trembled through the orgasmic bliss. Coated in a light mist of sweat, I lay panting and half-dazed. Then, Dee grabbed my wrists and roughly pulled them overhead.
“What are you—?”
Heidi silenced me as she shoved her sopping wet thong between my lips; their taste flooded my mouth.
“Our turn now, slut,” they snarled.
And with juices trickling down my thighs, I surrendered myself to our unholy Christmas night.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
