Christmas Angel

Lori sat on the sofa and stared at the tree. The merrily winking lights were mesmerizing as they were reflected off ornaments and tinsel and played off each other. One string seemed to chase another, while another seemed to be winking. White Christmas was playing in the background and her half empty glass of eggnog sat on the side table. There were a large number of gifts under the tree, all wrapped in shiny paper that caught the warmth of the twinkling lights. Those hadn't been there the night before; it was funny that Lori had just noticed them. Maggie had dimmed the overhead lighting before she left and Lori was wondering what her friend was up to.

"Merry Christmas," the tall woman said as she entered the living room. Lori looked up and gasped. Margaret wore black boots that came up to her knees with a fringe of white fur. Her red stockings had Christmas trees embroidered into them and were held up by a red garterbelt. Over the garters she wore a green thong with a sprig of mistletoe embroidered on the top of the front panel. Over her shoulders she wore a red satin jacket with fur at the cuffs. It was open and revealed most of her full breasts. A red stocking cap with a white fur ball at the point sat on her head. She held a red bag over her shoulder and had on black satin mittens. To top it all off she wore a fake beard and clenched a corncob pipe in her teeth.

"Merry Christmas," Lori managed. Maggie made an incredibly sexy Santa and Lori felt stirrings in her tummy that were familiar, but not familiar.

Maggie laughed and put her bag down. She went to the tree and dug out several boxes, which she placed on the sofa and then she sat down and opened her arms wide.

"Come sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want," She said with a mischievous smile. Lori giggled and sat in her lap, feeling the electric contact when her bare thighs touched Maggie's.

"So what do you want for Christmas little girl?"

"I don't know," Lori replied.

"Well, lets start with this," Santa said and handed her a small flat box wrapped in silver paper and tied up with pink ribbons. Despite her age Lori tore into it with an almost girlish delight. Inside the box she found sheer white stockings. She cocked her head and looked quizzically at "Santa", but Mags only smiled and handed her a second box.

Lori opened this one to find a white thong, much like Maggie's with the mistletoe design at the top. More boxes followed in quick succession; white high heels with ankle straps, a white corset with merry X-mas worked into the lace trim at the bottom, white choker with a Christmas tree hanging down from it, white opera gloves and the last box held a white hat that seemed to be a duplicate of Maggie's except the little fluff ball was red.

"What are you up to?" Lori asked, but Maggie only smiled.

"Go try them on," she said in a breathy whisper. Lori gathered up her gifts and went to the bedroom. After a few tries she realized she needed help with the corset. She pulled on some warm-ups and went back out to the living room. Maggie was just setting fresh glasses of eggnog on the table.

"I need some help," Lori said. Maggie nodded and soon Lori found herself securely laced into the corset. As she walked back to her room she noticed how it made her stand straighter and how it nipped her waist and thrust her breasts out. Getting her stockings on was difficult because she couldn't bend at the waist, but she managed. Once she got the garter clasps done she tried the heels. She was learning how to bend and stretch in the corset and they were less of a problem than she had feared. She pulled the thong up and felt a little thrill at the way it cupped her pussy and tickled her anus. She had never worn one before and was unused to it. She donned the gloves, choker and finally the cap and then returned to the living room.

Margaret sat on the sofa watching the snow fall, she looked up and smiled when Lori entered the room and then patted the sofa next to her. Lori felt an air of excitement in the room, one that sent a thrill through her body. She gingerly sat on the sofa and curled up next to Margaret. For a long time they just sat there watching the snow fall.

"You look delightful," Margaret said at last.

"Thank you, so do you," Lori replied. The silence returned as they just enjoyed the warmth of each other's body and the beauty of the snow as it blanketed the small park outside the window.

Lori felt safe, secure and protected. She had never felt so comfortable before and yet, there was more to it. There are times in everyone's life when the truth hits them like a ton of bricks and this was just such a time for Lori. She realized she felt more for Margaret than just friendship, more than even lust, she realized she was in love. She had no idea how to pursue it, but she was determined to try. She started to say something several times, but the right words just wouldn't come. She remembered the question "Santa" had asked earlier and suddenly an idea of how to broach the subject came to her.

"Santa, I think I know what I want," she said quietly.

"What's that?" Margaret said, turning those soft brown eyes on her.

"You," Lori said quietly. Margaret turned back to the window and said nothing. Lori was beginning to think she had made a mistake when Margaret began to speak.

"You don't know how I have longed to hear you say those words. I've been in love with you since Jr. high. It nearly killed me when you married Damon, but I held out hope. Then you cut me out of your life and I spent a year trying to reconcile that with my feelings. Now you're here, saying you want me and I want you too, but I can't help but fear you'll cut me loose again as soon as another jerk comes into your life. I've built a successful life here in New York and there's room for you in it, but if you leave me again I just don't think I could handle that,"

"Did you ever consider I might not want to leave if you had just told me how you felt?" Lori asked as she gently touched Margaret on the arm. Margaret turned to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I love you Lori. I want to make love to you right here and I want to have you with me forever," she said. Lori considered it carefully before responding. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit or the good cheer of the holidays, but whatever the reason she found in her heart that the answer was self-evident.

"I don't know what to do Mags or how two women make love, but if you want me, I'm yours. I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being scared and tired of working to make a go of a relationship where I do all the giving. You have always given to me and never asked for anything in return. You've never hurt me or scared me and you're always there when I need you. If you're willing to show me, I'm willing to learn,"

Margaret smiled so warmly that Lori felt her heart would melt. She snuggled into the taller woman's embrace and looked up expectantly. Margaret hesitantly lowered her head and their lips met for the second time. She felt Margaret's thin lips press against her own full ones and then the little thrill when the tip of Margaret's tongue slipped along hers. Lori's lips parted and Margaret's tongue slipped between them and into her mouth.

Margaret's arms felt good around her shoulders and Lori's hands slipped inside the short jacket to caress the tall woman's sides. As the kiss deepened her hands moved up and tentatively cupped Margaret's full breasts. The skin was satiny soft and warm even through her mittens. Lori could feel the weight of Margaret's breasts and gentle squeezing of the resilient flesh fascinated her. Margaret's tongue was actively exploring her mouth and her heartbeat was rising.

Margaret broke the kiss and shrugged out of her jacket. Both of them removed their gloves and then Margaret held her breasts up and out like an offering of the magi and Lori bent to kiss them. The skin was warm and smooth on her lips, but the aureoles were puckered and rough. When her tongue found the stiff nipple she sucked it into her mouth. Margaret moaned softly and her hands tugged the cups of Lori's corset down below her own breasts. For a timeless period they remained like that, Lori sucking, licking and tonguing Margaret's nipples while the taller woman kneaded her breasts and rolled the sensitive nipples between her fingers. Lori raised her head again and they began kissing, this time it was hungry and both of them were kneading each other's breasts.

Margaret broke the kiss, kissed along her neck, down the slope of her breast and when she took one of Lori's nipples into her mouth the smaller girl moaned. Margaret's tongue and mouth were every active and soon Lori could feel the mounting tension in her lower back and the slickness of her pussy. Suddenly curious she reached down and cupped Margaret's pussy, feeling the slick satin sent a thrill through her. Margaret gasped and broke the kiss.

"You little minx, and here I thought you were shy and inexperienced," she whispered.

"I am shy and inexperienced, but my body feels like it's on fire," Lori replied in a throaty whisper. Margaret nodded and gently pushed her onto her back. She then crawled up her body and straddled her head. Sitting up on her knees she smiled down and gently fingered the delicate embroidery on her thong.

"Know what this is?" she asked quietly. When Lori shook her head Margaret smiled devilishly.

"It's mistletoe, and you know the tradition, don't you?"

"What tradition?" Lori asked in confusion. Margaret pulled the damp satin to one side and said.

"You have to kiss me under the mistletoe," she said with a smirk. Lori burst out laughing, but nodded. She had never seen another woman's pussy up close before. She didn't have much time to look as Margaret settled her pussy onto Lori's lips. Looking up Margaret's body, through her dark pubic curls, past her lovely breasts to see those deep brown eyes and the smile made Lori's heart sing. She wasn't sure what to do, but simply stuck her tongue out and began to lick. Margaret's pussy was satiny under her tongue and the flavor was a curious combination of sweet, musky, tangy and salt. Lori found she loved it and began to lick with more force, seeking out pockets of the flavor and causing Margaret to shudder and moan.

Margaret pulled off her before she came, which aggravated Lori, she had been looking forward to bringing Margaret pleasure, but the taller woman simply stripped off her thong, and then pulled Lori's off too. She reversed her body and settled back down. This time Lori was able to examine her lover's pussy up close. Margaret's mound was fat and her lips prominent. They gaped open to reveal the bright pink inner folds. These were covered with a shiny wetness that Lori knew was partially the women's juices and partially her own saliva. She didn't have time to be embarrassed though.

Lori literally jumped when she felt Margaret's tongue on her pussy. Lori returned to delicately lapping at Margaret's pussy, but her concentration was broken again and again by her lover's tongue brushing her clit. The taller woman seemed to know exactly what she was doing and soon zeroed in on the outrageously sensitive little pebble. Lori cried out, losing contact with Margaret's pussy as her body thrashed and she tossed her head from side to side. She was riding an ever increasing wave and when it broke she shuddered. No orgasm brought by her hands or her husband could even come close to the intensity of this one, it rocked her world, shattering her ideas of what bliss was. She felt herself carried away on a rising tide of pure pleasure and how long she remained in that wonderful place she would never know. When she came back down Margaret was holding her and stroking her cheek.

"That was incredible," the small woman said between shuddering gasps.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Margaret said with a Cheshire cat smile.

"I want to make you feel that good," Lori said as she struggled to get control of her twitching limbs.

"You already have, just by saying you wanted to be with me," Margaret whispered.

"No, I want to make you feel that good, besides I still owe you a Christmas present and it's getting close to Christmas,"

"Well, you could let me fuck you silly,"

"Is that what you really want for Christmas?"

"More than anything,"

"Then you shall have it," Lori said with a determined expression that caused Margaret to laugh. She kissed Lori's nose and then handed her a glass of eggnog. Taking her own she held her glass up.

"Too us, and a merry Christmas," she said.

"Too us, and many more I hope," Lori responded. After they drained their glasses Lori sat up. Margaret stood and lifted her up. The tall woman carried her to the bedroom, snagging her Santa bag on the way. She playfully tossed Lori on the bed and then sat next to her.

"So, are you ready to give Santa her present?" Margaret asked.

"Anytime, but unless Santa plans on growing a dick I don't see how I can," Lori said.

"Santa has her ways," Margaret said as she opened the bag and pulled out three more beautifully gift wrapped boxes. Lori eyes them with interest, but made no move to open one.

"Go ahead, open them," Margaret said softly. The first one Lori selected was flat and square. She tore off the festive wrapping and carefully peeled back the tissue paper. Inside was a carefully folded mass of leather straps. She looked up questioningly, but Santa only smiled and handed her the larger package. With a shrug Lori set the first box aside and opened the second. When she got the top off she blushed scarlet and Maggie laughed. The box contained several different sizes of dildos and two vibrators. Maggie took the first box and removed the straps, shaking them out as she watched Lori's face.

Maggie stepped into the harness and quickly cinched it tightly around her waist. From the second box she selected a medium sized dildo and pressed it tightly to the stud at the front of the harness. With an audible clicking sound it seated and when she removed her hand it hung there from her pelvis.

"As you can see, the magic of Christmas is upon us and Santa is ready," Margaret said, laughing as Lori blushed even deeper. She looked so strange with her breasts bare and the strapon around her hips over the garterbelt and stockings. Lori felt a thrill pass through her and realized she was ready for this, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone. Margaret sat in the big wingback chair and opened her arms.

"Come sit on Santa's lap," she said. Her voice had become a seductive whisper. Lori stood and quickly moved to stand before her. Margaret held her legs in tight and Lori put first one knee, then the other on the cushion on either side of her new lover's hips. She rose carefully, with her hands on the back of the chair and looked down as Margaret grasped the dildo and pushed it between Lori's legs.

Lori felt the head slide down her still slick slit and seat at her entrance. She lowered herself onto it slowly, feeling the shaft flex before it entered her passage. It felt different from Damon's cock, not better or worse, just slightly different. When she settled into Maggie's lap she sighed contentedly.

"Like it?" Maggie asked.

"Mmmmm-Hmmmm,"

"Good," Maggie said as she spread her legs and slid down in the chair until she could place both feet firmly on the floor. She cupped Lori's breasts and then slid her hands down the small woman's sides until her hands rested firmly on Lori's hips. Her first thrust came without warning and pushed Lori up. As Maggie's hips fell back to the seat of the chair the thick dildo was dragged from her passage. Lori started to fall back onto it when Maggie thrust up again, driving it into Lori's pussy with power. Lori groaned as Maggie's falling hips pulled it out and grunted when it was driven back in. She held onto the back of the chair and tried to synchronize her hips and her lover's, but Maggie kept the rhythm uneven.

As it drove in and withdrew the shaft soon became coated in her juices and the rhythm evened out. Lori was getting into it now and soon she was bucking her hips in Maggie's lap. The taller woman thrust up only occasionally, preferring to let Lori fuck herself silly. The small brunette's hips undulated and her legs strained as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Maggie slid her hands back and began to gently knead Lori's tits, adding stimulation to her already overloaded system.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," Lori moaned in time with the rolling motion of her hips. Sex had never felt so good. She had never felt so free or unfettered before. She felt the steady pressure building inside, the tenseness in her tummy and pussy, punctuated by jagged jolts from her nipples as Maggie tugged on them. It couldn't last, but she fought her orgasm as long as she could, realizing that the longer she held back the better it would feel. When the dam finally burst she howled in pleasure. Wave after wave of concentrated bliss pulsed outward from her center as muscles she didn't even know she had spasmed in delight.

She had felt this all before albeit with less intensity, but deep within herself something was stirring she had never felt. Without warning something deep inside seemed to tear loose and she felt a powerful contraction followed by pulses of pleasure that seemed to mingle with those of her fading orgasm, rebounding upon them and leaving her feeling like her nerve endings were frayed. She dropped her head and was panting when she noticed Maggie's expression, it was awe struck. Lori followed Maggie's eyes to the juncture of their bodies and saw Maggie's lap and tummy were coated in wetness.

"I didn't know you were a squirter," Maggie said as she ran her fingers through the liquid and then brought them to her lips.

"Neither did I," Lori said, still trying to catch her breath. She was still panting and her body was still shaking from the intensity of that last orgasm when Maggie placed her hands on the arms of the chair and abruptly thrust into Lori. The tall woman used the momentum and her arms to raise herself to a standing position. Lori's arms instinctively caught Maggie's shoulders and her legs wound around the tall woman's hips. Once standing Maggie's hands went to her bottom and held her up as she walked to the bed. The dildo was still lodged in her pussy and sent the most wonderful ripples of pleasure through her. Lori held on tightly and kissed Maggie's shoulder.

The tall woman placed Lori gently on the bed and disengaged herself. She smiled and then handed Lori the long box while she removed the harness. Lori tore into the package to find a long, thick, red jelly double dildo. She looked up at Margaret who was removing the harness.

"How does this work?" Lori asked. She felt she should be dead tired after all the orgasms, but found she was hungry for more. It was as if the years of not having them had left her deficient and her body was trying to make up for all that time in one night.

"Lie back on the bed and I'll show you," Maggie said smiling. Lori quickly scooted to the middle of the bed and reclined while spreading her legs. Maggie crawled onto the bed and poured some oil on the big dong. She gently spread Lori's lips and as the small woman watched Margaret pressed the head of the big dildo to her entrance. It slid in easily, but was much wider than the one on the harness and Lori marveled at how full it made her feel. Mags pushed more and more of the big toy into Lori until it bumped against something deep inside and would go no further.

Margaret then reversed herself, putting her head towards the foot of the bed and scooted closer to Lori. She took the dildo and pushed it against her own entrance and bit her lower lip as she fed more and more of it into her. When she stopped and let out a sigh only about three inches of the shaft was visible between their bodies. Margaret took her left leg and passed it under Lori's right leg. She then pushed Lori's leg up until her foot was flat on the bed. Margaret then put her right leg up in a similar manner.