Pace’s Naughty Christmas
By
Rebecca Glass
Copyright © 2011 by Rebecca Glass
Smashwords Edition, 2011
oOriginal cover artwork by the author 2011 and Brandyie Buckwine
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‘twas the night before Christmas
Pace sat on the floor in her footie pajamas watching her father tend the fireplace. He was wearing jeans and one of his blue work shirts, the sleeves rolled up over his hairy arms. He leaned over to toss another log on the fire and Pace saw his butt-crack and the tiny tuft of hair at his beltline.
“Daddy I can see your butt,” Pace said.
Aunt Kathy, who was sitting on the couch next to Pace swatted her across the head. “Don’t say dirty things to your father,” Sshe said.
Pace’s aunt sat back on the couch and crossed her legs flashing the room a brief glimpse of her red Christmas panties. The black skirt she wore matched her red top, with its black pinstripes and the big black bow she wore in her red hair. A glass of wine sat on the table next to Kathy and Pace reached for it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kathy asked.
“I want to taste it,” Pace said.
“No.”
“Please?” Pace asked.
“Why don’t you let her have a sip?” her daddy asked,. “She’s eighteen.”
Aunt Kathy pursed her lips then smiled at Pace. She passed the glass and whispered down to her, “We’ll talk about this later young lady,.” she said.
Pace put the glass to her lips and drained it in two long swallows. She wasn’t careful and a few drops of wine spilled on the top of her blue and snow flake print pajamas, staining them.
“I said a sip and you drank the whole glass and spilled on your pajamas,” Aunt Kathy said. She stood from the couch and took Pace by the hand, leading her to the kitchen. “We’ll just have to get you cleaned up.”
Aunt Kathy wet a dishrag and rubbed at the front of Pace’s pajamas, shaking Pace’s small breasts and causing her nipples to harden.
“What’s that?” Kathy asked.
“What?”
“Sticking out,. aAre those your nipples?”
“I can’t help it, you’re rubbing them.”
“You get excited by that, you think this is a game?”
“But I can’t help it,” Pace said.
“Get the spoon and go to the pantry,” Kathy said.
Pace lowered her eyes and took the wooden spoon from the drawer. Their kitchen had a large walk -in pantry and Pace went to it and opened the door. Aunt Kathy entered the pantry too, turned on the light and closed the door behind them.
“Lower your pajamas and put your hands against the wall,” Aunt Kathy said.
Pace unzipped her pajamas and let them fall to the floor around her feet.
“And your panties, you know the rules,.” Aunt Kathy said.
Pace pulled her white panties down around her knees and then put her hands flat on the wall in front of her.
“You count. Ten for the stain and another ten for disobeying me about the wine,” Kathy said.
Her aunt slapped the spoon against Pace’s ass. Each stroke caused a fresh flaire of pain and a bright red welt.
“Three,” Pace said.
“And why do I punish you?”
“Because I’m a bad girl,” Pace said.
Aunt Kathy spanked her again, the swats more ruthless and less controlled. Pace heard Kathy breathing in her ear. “Count damn it,” she said.
“Sixteen, eighteen, twenty,” Pace cried.
“Now pull up your pajamas and refill my wine glass. Tell your father I’ll be along in a minute.”
Pace pulled her panties into place and pulled up her pajamas. She put her hand on the door to leave.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Aunt Kathy asked.
Pace turned around and hugged her aunt. “Thank you for helping me be good,” she said.
Aunt Kathy pulled the pantry door shut behind Pace. She listened until Pace was gone and then pulled her skirt up over her waist. Kathy pushed her red panties aside and rubbed her pussy with the wooden spoon. She inserted the handle into her cunt and rode it like a cock, rubbing her clit until she felt the familiar heat of her orgasm building inside her. Before she came she pulled the spoon out and slapped it against her clit. She grabbed the wall as she came.
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Jolly Old Saint Nick Leaned against the house, watching Pace through the window. She was a tiny girl, small for her age, with long blonde hair and perky breasts. “Naughty or Nnice?” he asked the man next to him.
The man scratched his chin. He was short and lean with a nose bright red from the cold and drink. “She’s a nice one, she is, and deserves a present.”
“I think you’re right Rudolph, a present it is, why I’ll climb up her chimney with purest delight and rub her sweet nipples all through the night.”
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Aunt Kathy returned to the living room, her face flushed and her hair mussed. She took a sip from her wine glass and sat on the couch. Pace sat on the floor at her feet, back straight, and mouth closed just as Kathy taught her. Pace’s father sat in his easy chair, smoking a cigarette and sipping at a glass of whisky.
“Are we ready to open presents yet, Bill?” Kathy asked.
Bill nodded and went to the Christmas tree. He selected three gifts and passed them around then sat in his chair holding his box.
Pace looked at her father and Kathy. Both nodded towards her and she ripped the red and white paper from the box. Inside she found a silver locket and chain. Pace opened the locket. There was a picture of her father on one side and her mother on the other. The photograph of her mother had been taken when she was young, before Pace was born. They looked close enough to be twins, her mother so young and radiant in the photograph that it made Pace’s heart ache to look at her. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said. Her daddy held out his arms and she jumped into his lap and kissed his rough cheek.
“You’re next, Kathy,” Bill said.
Aunt Kathy opened her gift. She did it slowly, folding the paper as she went as if she might reuse it next year. Inside was a blue silk scarf,— beautiful, dark and luscious.
“Daddy I want one,” Pace whispered.
Aunt Kathy heard her and smiled. She brought the scarf to her face and rubbed her cheek against the softness. “It’s beautiful Bill, thank you,” she said.
Pace’s father opened his gift next, a small box wrapped with a green bow. He handed the bow to Pace and she put it on top of her head and kissed him again, smelling his aftershave and whisky,. tThe smell of him made her tingle inside. Her father opened the box and showed pace the watch inside. The face of the silver watch glowed in the firelight, the band dark leather. Pace took it out of the box and put it around her father’s thick wrist. He kissed her forehead and put his arm around her, resting it just under her breasts. Pace settled into his lap. She wiggled her butt to get comfortable and put her head back against her father’s chest. Aunt Kathy watched them and sipped her wine. They sat quietly, watching the fire; Pace closed her eyes and drifted.
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In her dream, she still wore her footie pajamas and sat on her father’s lap. He had his hand around her and he was rubbing her side, just below her breasts. Pace felt a growing stiffness beneath her and rocked her hips until she felt that hardness settle against her pussy. She put her head back and kissed her daddy’s cheek. He moved his hand upwards and cupped her tit, rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her pajamas. Aunt Kathy stood in front of them tapping the wooden spoon against her thigh.
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“Pace!” Aunt Kathy said. “Wake up, it’s time to go to bed.”
Pace opened her eyes and sat up. The clock on the mantle said eleven fifteen and Pace stretched her arms and yawned.
“Come in the kitchen and help me set out the milk and cookies,” Aunt Kathy said.
Pace followed her aunt into kitchen. They set a plate of cookies on the counter and poured milk into a small glass. Kathy took a pad from the counter and wrote Santa a note asking him to leave the presents and enjoy the cookies and milk. Before they left the kitchen, her aunt reached into the refrigerator and took out three thick carrots.
“What are those for?” Pace asked.
“For the Reindeer of course,” her aunt said.
Pace climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She settled under the blankets and pulled her stuffed bunny close so she could rest her head against its pink belly. Aunt Kathy and her father crossed in front of Pace’s door on the way to her father’s bedroom. The door closed and locked behind them and Pace shut her eyes and tried to sleep.
It started with the sounds of their voices filtering through the walls. Soft moans and the sounds of bedsprings came next. Pace tried not to think about it. She didn’t want to imagine her daddy and aunt rolling naked in the bed together, but her young body betrayed her. Her pussy moistened and her heart beat faster. Pace unzipped her pajamas and slipped her hand inside. She ran her fingernails along her flat tummy and pushed her hand into her panties. Her fingers slipped inside her sticky wet hole and she moaned.
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Bill pushed Kathy onto her stomach and lay on top of her. He kissed the back of her neck and bit her softly. Kathy arched her back, pressing her ass into him and he pushed back, grinding his cock into the crotch of her red panties. Kathy turned her head and kissed him hard and deep. Bill twisted his hand into her red hair and pressed her head down; with his other hand, he reached between Kathy’s thighs and ripped her panties to the sidepulled her panties to the side, ripping them. Bill took his cock in hand and rubbed it over her slit. Her pussy was hot and wet and she moaned as he rubbed himself across her clit. He rose up and wiped his cock roughly across her and then pushed it inside, hard, just like she wanted it. He felt her spasm, her pussy clinching at his cock as he rode her. “Yessss, fuck me with that big cock,” Kathy said.
Bill fucked her harder, the headboard banging against the wall. Kathy put her hands up trying to quiet it and Bill grabbed her by the wrists and thrust as hard as he could.
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Pace bit her lip and pushed two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go. She heard Aunt Kathy talking dirty to her daddy, telling him to fuck her and to fill her cunt with his cum. Pace rubbed her clit with the fingers of her other hand and gasped. She was so fucking close, so fucking ready to cum. She thought about her daddy and his big dick and wished he would put it inside of her. Pace felt her orgasm slip away and grunted in frustration. It was wrong to think about her daddy that way. Instead, she tried to think of the boys she knew, or Daddy’s friend and farmhand, Mr. Feckers. The more she pushed the more her orgasm receded until Pace lay there sweating, her pussy swollen and throbbing. “Nooo, damn.,” Sshe moaned. Pace threw the blankets back and went to her dresser. She needed help and wished, not for the first time, that she had a vibrator or a dildo or something. She picked up a bottle of perfume, about foursix inches around, and took it to bed with her. She crouched over the bottle and glided the base of it into her pussy. She pushed it in and out like a cock and rubbed her swollen clit.
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Bill pulled Kathy to her knees and held her close to him, “Rub your clit, I want you to cum on my cock,” he said. Kathy rubbed her pussy with one hand and reached between her legs to hold his balls with the other. Bill grabbed her by the hips and moved in gentle circles, “I’m going to cum,” he said.
“Yes, do it. Fucking do it Bill, shoot it in me,.” Kathy said.
He held back until he felt Kathy cum, her pussy milking his cock, sending him over the edge. He pushed deep and spit his seed into her.
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Pace heard Aunt Kathy tell her daddy to cum. She spread her legs until they hurt and bore down on the perfume bottle. She fell forward and buried her face in the pillow screaming out her orgasm. She lay there panting, her sweat soaking the sheets. She shivered and pulled on the perfume bottle. It came out of her tight hole with a pop and she tossed it under her bed. Satisfied, Pace closed her eyes and slept.
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Pace woke at three in the morning. She was thirsty and had to pee. She zipped her pajamas up and walked the hallway past her father’s door to the bathroom. She pulled her pajamas down and sat, the cold made her nipples hard and she shivered as the hot yellow stream ran out of her. On the way back to her room she noticed that her father’s door was open and she paused to listen to them sleep. Pace poked her head into the door and saw Aunt Kathy’s naked breasts. Pace’s father was beside her, his arm around Kathy. Jealously knotted her stomach and Pace wished her Aunt would go away so that she could have daddy to herself. The scarf her daddy gave Kathy for Christmas lay on the nightstand and Pace crept into the room to steal it. She took the scarf and wrapped it around her neck and tip toed out of the room. The scarf was soft and warm. Pace wondered if her daddy had bought her one too. She walked down the stairs one at a time, keeping close to the wall so the steps would not squeak. The house was dark except for the fireplace in which embers still glowed. The firelight danced from the ornaments on the tree and illuminated the presents heaped beneath it. Pace dropped to her knees and crawled around the tree trying to identify the packages.
“Ho Ho Ho, what a naughty girl,” someone said from behind her.
Pace squeaked and jumped to her feet. Behind her two men sat side by side on the couch. The first she recognized easily, his chubby cheeks and full white beard gave him away, not to mention his red coat and trousers and the shiny black boots that covered his feet. On top of his head was a red and white Christmas stocking and he patted his big belly and chuckled. “Little girls shouldn’t sneak presents in the middle of the night,” he said.
The skinny man next to him nodded and rubbed his red nose. He had one of the carrots in his hand and nibbled at the tip of it as he spoke. “A girl could get in a lot of trouble like that,” he said.
“You’re the ones in trouble,. hHow did you get in my house?” Pace asked.
“Why, down the chimney of course, I am St. Nick you know,” the man said.
“Who’s he?” Pace asked.
“Don’t you recognize the nose? It’s old Rudolph, helping Santa deliver presents on this cold and foggy night.”
“I don’t believe you,” Pace said.
St. Nick chuckled again and stroked his beard, “Do you think you’ve been naughty or nice this year?” he asked.
“Nice, of course,” Pace said.
“The bag will know,” Rudolph said, “it always knows.”
St. Nick reached beside him and pulled out a red velvet bag closed by a golden sash. He opened the top of the bag and held it out to Pace. “Reach inside,. iIf there is a gift with your name on it then you’ve been nice,” he said.
Pace put her hand out, then stopped. “What if I haven’t been nice, what then?”
“You don’t want to know,” Rudolph said.
Pace shrugged and put her arm in the bag. She felt a box and pulled it free. The gift was wrapped in silver and gold with a blue bow on top. Pace looked at the card attached to the bow and wasn’t shocked to see her name printed neatly across it.
“You could have gotten my name anywhere,” she said.
“St Nick nodded. “How is that perfume bottle under your bed?” he asked.
“How did you know about that?” Pace asked.
“I told you, I’m St. Nick. If you want that present you better come and sit on my lap.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. Sit and ask like a good little girl or back in the sack it goes.”
Pace shrugged and sat on the man’s knee. He put his arm around her and bounced her lightly up and down. “Now whisper in my ear,” he said.
Pace leaned in and put her lips to his ear, but before she could speak, Santa turned her face and kissed her on the lips. His kiss was hot and smooth and tasted of vanilla. Pace licked her lips and felt a twinge between her legs. “Why did you do that?” she asked.
“So you would get what you wished for,” Santa said.
Pace sat up and opened the box. Inside was a candy cane as thick as her wrist.
“What’s this?” she asked.
Rudolph reached over and twisted the bottom of the candy cane and it jumped to life, twisting and humming with vibration. “I made it in the workshop,” he said.
St. Nick took Pace’s hand and lowered it between her legs. She jumped when the vibrator touched her and then melted against him.
“It feels so good,” Pace said.
St. Nick put his hand over hers and rubbed the vibrator in a circle against her crotch. Pace moaned and put her lips to Santa’s neck. She kissed him and felt his cock growing beneath her. She reached between his legs and massaged it through his pants. Rudolph unzipped her pajamas and pulled them down to her waist. He licked and sucked at her nipples as he pulled her pajamas completely off her. Pace lifted her legs and Santa pushed her panties off.
He held her on his lap, her legs in the air so that Rudolph could bury his face in her pussy. Rudolph licked her slit and her hole while she rubbed the vibrator on her clit. Pace looked down and saw Rudolph looking up at her, nibbling on the end of his carrot. “How’s that present working out for you?” he asked.
Pace moaned and pushed his face back between her legs, “Eat my pussy,” she said. Santa had his hands on her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples while he whispered filthy words into her ears.
“I’m going to make you suck my cock and lick my balls,” he said.
“Oh Santa,” Pace said.
“I’m going to hold you down and fuck you. I’m going to shoot my cum in your ass.”
“Ughhh, I’m gonna cum soon,” Pace said.
Rudolph spread her legs and licked lower, biting at her ass cheeks and tickling her ass with his tongue. He licked her anus and then pushed the carrot into Pace’s ass.
Pace felt the carrot slide into her; she pushed the vibrator deep inside her pussy and came. The room spun and her body went limp, she felt another orgasm building and thrust her hips forwards and exploded. She gasped, trying to catch her breath and came again. Rudolph fastened his lips to her clit and sucked. Pace shuddered and came a fourth time. Out of breath and sweating, her hair limp against her neck; she grabbed St. Nick and kissed him. “That felt so damned good,” she said.
Santa stroked her back and kissed her neck, “It’s time for Santa’s gift now,” he said.
Pace smiled and got on her knees in front of him. She unbuttoned his red coat and unbuckled his pants. She ran her nails across his chest and kissed her way down between his legs. She reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock. He was thick around at the base, twice as thick as her arm. Pace kissed the monster’s head and licked the slit at its tip. Santa’s cock grew thicker and longer, so long he could have sucked it himself if not for his round little belly that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Rudolph disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two sticks of butter. He handed one to Pace and took the other with him as he settled between her legs.
Pace lathered her hands with the butter and massaged Santa’s cock with both of them. She pumped the head up and down, squeezing the shaft as hard as she could as she rubbed the butter into his balls. Rudolph was busy between her legs, licking her clit and forcing bits of butter up her ass. When he was out of butter, Rudolph reclined on the couch and pulled Pace on top of him. He settled her on top and pushed into her pussy. Pace rubbed her buttery hands on her tits and let Rudolph suck and lick them while he fucked her. Santa put his big hands on her hips and held Pace steady as he pressed the head of his cock into her ass. Pace grunted and put her head on Rudolph’s chest. He put his arms around her and stroked her hair.
“We call it the North Pole back home,” Rudolph said.
Pace forced herself to relax as Santa opened her. She put one hand between her legs, diddled her clit, and tried for her sixth orgasm. St. Nick settled into an easy rhythm, his buttery cock slid into her ass with ease and Pace pushed back, taking him as far as she could.
Rudolph locked eyes with her. He was breathing hard, gasping really, and she felt his cock twitch as he let go in her, filling her pussy with his cum.
Pace could tell by Santa’s breathing that he was getting close. He dug his fingers into her hips and threw her against his cock, pushing it in as far as he dared. Pace rubbed her clit harder and started to cum. St. Nick stiffened as her ass clamped down on him. He held Pace close and pumped his Christmas jizz deep inside.
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Pace woke the next morning sore but clean and tucked in her bed. Her special present from St. Nick sat on the dresser with a card attached.
“Rudolph and I enjoyed you very much, . bBe a good girl this year, Love Santa,.” it said.
Pace put on her robe and ran downstairs to see what else St. Nick might have left under the tree.
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