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Here we are with my Literotica Winter Holiday 2024 contest entry. This entry also marks the end of my first year as a Literotica author, so I figured that I would go out with a bang (actually, over a dozen bangs!). This story is BY FAR the longest one that I've submitted yet. But more importantly, it covers: gang bang, cowgirl, plumper, spanking, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial -- this story has a lot going on!!!

As all of my Literotica contest entries have been, this story takes place in an Alternate Freya-verse, so although the characters may seem the same superficially, they are existing and acting outside of the little universe that I have created for my main stories.

Anyway... I'd like to give a shout out to

Figjamkiss

who has been editing and proofreading my work for a while now (and has become very tolerant of my crazy nonconformity). And, another shout to

AlexFourways

who has been very encouraging to me on my Literotica journey. I cannot thank them enough. My stories would be so much less without their assistance!

Of course, thank YOU for reading!! I hope that you enjoy this one! And Happy Holidays!!!!!

Love, Frey

All Of My Other Stories

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"Fuckin' rabbits!"

Katie looked up from the book she was reading. She was used to Cynthia's random non-sequiturial outbursts, but this one was odd, even by her standards. "So, now you don't like rabbits?"

"What? No. Freya and Alex. Ever since she decided that she wanted to have a baby, they've been going at it like fucking rabbits," Cynthia complained.

Katie nodded in understanding. "Well, that

is

how babies are made."

"Yeah, but do they have to screw all the damn time?"

"What does it matter to you?" Katie put her book down and looked at Cynthia. "Oh." She nodded in understanding. "Are you feeling a little left out?"

Cynthia frowned, then shoveled half a pancake into her mouth.

"You know, you don't have to eat like a pig every time you're upset about something," Katie commented.

"Phuk ooo!" Cynthia shot back, her mouth stuffed with half-chewed pancake, syrup dripping down her chin.

Picking her book back up, Katie muttered, "Or happy about something. Or sad about something. Or scared of something. Or frustrated. Or --"

With the other half of the pancake already crammed into her mouth, Cynthia just stuck her middle finger up and continued chewing.

Katie looked at her, angrily. "You know, I'm just trying to help because I love you."

Cynthia put her fork down with a clatter and gave Katie two middle fingers.

"You're a jerk," Katie replied and resumed reading her book.

Cynthia swallowed, took the last gulp of her coffee, then sat there stewing. "It's just not fair," she finally said.

Katie rolled her eyes, put her bookmark back into the book, carefully placed it onto the table, and looked coolly at Cynthia. "What's not fair?"

"We just started to -- you know -- all have sex together --"

"

You

had just started to enjoy Alex's penis, you mean?" Katie interrupted.

"Well, yeah... but..."

"No. That's exactly it," Katie stated firmly. "What does Freya give you that I don't?"

"No. But --"

"Yes, but!"

Cynthia closed her mouth in a pout.

Katie continued. "I know that you love me. Blah, blah, blah. But you miss his penis."

Now it was Cynthia's turn to roll her eyes. "Can you at least call it a dick?"

"His wee-wee. His little pee-pee."

"It's not little," Cynthia interjected.

"You're suffering from weiner withdrawal."

Cynthia shrugged and stared down at her empty plate.

"You miss his johnson," Katie added.

Cynthia looked up at her. "'Johnson?' What are you, a ninety-year-old spinster?"

Katie stood up and began to collect the breakfast dishes. When she tried to pick up Cynthia's plate, Cynthia grabbed her hand and held it. Looking up at Katie, she told her, "I love you, Katie-bear."

"I know." Katie smiled down at her. "Sometimes you're just such a handful."

"I know."

"Hey. Let's go to the mall," Katie offered. "The Christmas decorations and all of that will cheer you up. There's no way that I'm going to be able to handle you home all week sulking around. At this rate, by Tuesday I'm going to call and demand they open the office back up just so you have somewhere else to go every day!"

Resignedly, Cynthia sighed. "Sure. Let's go to the mall for a bit." She stood up, shuffled to the kitchen counter and grabbed her keys.

"N-O! You are

NOT

going to the mall like that!" Katie demanded.

"Why?"

"An old T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers? You look like a homeless person!"

"This is what I always wear."

"I know!" Katie replied. "Let's go and put on something a little nicer -- well,

you

put on something a little nicer. I look fine."

"'I look fine,'" Cynthia mocked her. "Aren't you always just so perfect?"

"Come on," Katie urged. "You know what? You can put on some pretty clothes and go to the mall and tease some of the boys there. That'll cheer you up."

At this, Cynthia perked up, but she didn't want Katie to know that. "I guess," she shrugged sullenly.

In the bedroom, Cynthia sat on the edge of the bed while Katie rummaged around in the dresser. "Do you really have

nothing

sexy to wear?"

"That's exactly what I wear to be sexy," Cynthia replied.

Katie turned around, confused. "What's exactly what you wear to be sexy?"

"Nothing."

The room was still as the two girls looked at each other, Cynthia smiling, Katie frowning.

"So... moving on," Katie said, turning back to the open dresser drawer. She grabbed something and tossed it to Cynthia. "Here. Start with this."

Cynthia held up a pair of panties and a lace bra. "Matching underwear?"

"Yes. A foreign concept for you. We're going to go all out today. Put it on."

Begrudgingly, Cynthia stood up, stripped down, tried to seduce Katie by shaking her gigantic tits at her, realized that Katie meant business, and pulled the lace underwear on.

"Okay. Now what?" She asked.

"Hmm," Katie muttered to herself. "How about this?" Katie held up a denim skirt that was a size too small for Cynthia.

"That hasn't fit since high school."

Katie handed it to her. "But we've been working out and -- a few exceptions notwithstanding -- you've been eating healthier. Try it on."

"A skirt isn't really for me anymore," Cynthia reasoned. "I mean, you have legs like a fucking model. You could pull this off. Frey can pull off

anything

. Me? With my tree-trunk legs? Sorry."

"You have sexy legs."

"Fat legs."

Katie poked a finger hard into her breastbone. "Put it on!"

Much to Cynthia's surprise, the skirt fit her. And fit her better than it did back in high school. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room, turned slightly and commented, "Not bad." She turned again. "My ass doesn't look quite so wide in this."

"It's very flattering," Katie agreed.

"

You're

very flattering," Cynthia said, grabbing her girlfriend in her arms and kissing her. "Are you sure that you don't want to just stay home all week and play around in bed, Katie-bear?"

"I can barely handle a weekend with you."

"I'm a lotta woman."

"More than a handful, for sure."

"In more ways than one!" Cynthia laughed.

Katie pushed her away and handed her a flower-patterned blouse. "Here."

"This really isn't me," Cynthia observed.

"Exactly."

Cynthia sighed and put the top on, again surprised at how good it looked on her. It really flattered her full figure. She unbuttoned another button to really show off her tits.

Katie buttoned it back up.

"Hey!" Cynthia said, unbuttoning the blouse. "If I'm going to look sexy, I need to show off my greatest assets."

"You need to leave a little to the imagination," Katie answered, buttoning her back up.

"There ain't enough imagination in the entire world to imagine

these

hooters."

"Uh-huh," Katie nodded condescendingly. "Two buttons undone is fine."

"Whatever. You wouldn't know with your little A-cups."

"They are a small B, and they are perfect."

Cynthia frowned. There was no way to disagree with that statement. "But mine are perfecter."

"Just because they're as big as a milk cow's udders, doesn't make them better."

"Oh!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Aren't you salty, today?"

"Do you want me to do your makeup or can you handle it?" Katie asked, then added, "Tastefully?"

"I am the epitome of taste," Cynthia declared with a mock British accent.

"Bad taste. Go put on some makeup. I'm going to get dressed."

"I thought you were 'fine.'"

"You look so cute, I want to dress up, too."

"Dress sexy," Cynthia said as she started out of the bedroom, then paused in the doorway. "But not sexier than me."

"Impossible," Katie replied. "You're the sexiest."

Cynthia headed for the bathroom with a smile on her face and a renewed bounce in her step. Katie always knew exactly what to say and do.

They arrived at the mall, both girls looking very seductive, but in a smart and understated way. They wanted to attract attention, but didn't want to walk around the mall like whores on parade.

And they certainly attracted attention!

Boys and men watched them walk by. Cynthia even saw a few women, upon noticing the attention that she and Katie were getting from the men they were with, give them dirty, disapproving looks -- even though they both were dressed in perfectly acceptable clothing choices.

"You're getting a lot of attention, Cynthia," Katie commented.

"No.

You're

getting a lot of attention. I'm just pulled into your sex-kitten orbit and receiving some residual overflow attention."

"You're the sexier one. Curvy. Voluptuous." Katie replied. "I'm just plain."

"You're sexy as fuck," Cynthia told her. "And the fact that you don't even know it makes you even sexier! Do you know how sexy you look picking up Rio's dog shit from the front lawn?"

"Gross!"

"Guys in the neighborhood sit on their porches waiting to see you come out to shovel shit."

"No."

"Yes."

They walked, hand-in-hand, in silence for a few minutes absorbing the holiday atmosphere -- and the abundance of male attention.

"Let's go home," Cynthia suddenly said.

Katie stopped in front of a trendy teen girl's clothing store. "Why?"

"Everyone is just looking at you," Cynthia answered. "I know you're trying to cheer me up, but this isn't doing it." Then she added, morosely, "No one likes a fat chick."

"If you don't stop saying that, I'm going to leave you."

"No you won't," Cynthia stated simply.

Katie clenched her fists. "Well, I'll be really angry."

Cynthia just gazed down the mall at nothing in particular.

"Come on," Katie said, grabbing Cynthia's hand again. "You'll see."

"What, now? You want to show me how many

more

guys don't like fat chicks?"

"You're not fat. You're curvy. You're pleasantly plump."

"You can call it whatever you want, but guys aren't into fatties."

In barely a whisper, Katie pointed out some women walking past them. "See? Bigger than you. Bigger than you. Bigger. Bigger. Bigger." Katie stopped, still holding Cynthia's hand tightly. "You're not fat."

"Okay." Cynthia gestured towards a woman looking in the window of a coat outlet. "She's beautiful." Then nodded to a woman striding past. "Beautiful." And another. "Gorgeous." Another woman. "Stunning." She cocked her head towards a tall, young lady standing with an equally tall, young man. "Sexy."

"You're

all

of those things, Cynthia."

"I'm not thin."

"But you're

not

fat," Katie insisted.

This had been a debate between them since they were in preschool together and two decades later, it was still raging. And today, Cynthia didn't really want to continue the argument that would never end, so she just shrugged.

"Let's go see Santa," Katie said.

"Fine."

As they stood by the side, Katie looked at the mall Santa. "Oh, he's cute."

Cynthia looked. "He is, kind of."

Katie pulled her arm. "Come on. Let's get in line to sit on his lap."

Cynthia sighed, but followed Katie.

"We should both sit on his lap and kind of be sexy," Katie suggested, with a sneaky little smile on her lips.

"

You

can," Cynthia replied. "I'm not feeling very sexy."

"Fine."

They slowly made their way up the line in silence.

"Next!" A man dressed as an elf called. "Five bucks."

Katie asked, "Can we both sit on his lap?"

"Knock yourselves out," the elf answered listlessly.

"Pay the elf," Katie told Cynthia.

Cynthia handed him a five-dollar bill. Then Katie, with Cynthia in tow, strolled up the red carpet littered with bits of runaway fluff from the fake "snow" thrown on everything, and approached Santa sitting two steps up on his red velvet throne.

"Ho, ho, ho, ladies," he called out, patting the tops of both of his thighs. After hours of snotty brats, he was more than happy to have two young women sit on his lap.

Katie demurely sat on his left thigh and nonchalantly placed her hand directly on his crotch, but carefully hidden from view by her legs. As Cynthia plopped herself down on his other thigh, Santa looked from Katie to Cynthia and back again. Katie gave him a little "oops" face and moved her hand from his stiffening cock, then she motioned with her eyes to Cynthia's cleavage. From Santa's vantage point, he could see a

lot

of it down the front of her blouse. He grabbed an eyeful while Cynthia just stared off into the distance waiting for the elf to get the camera ready.

"You're very pretty."

Katie poked Cynthia's thigh. "Cynthia?"

"Yeah?" She looked at Katie.

"You're very pretty," Santa repeated, looking directly at Cynthia.

Cynthia just looked back at him, not sure what to make of the comment.

"Apparently, she's now hard of hearing," Katie told him by way of explanation.

Slightly louder and much slower, the Mall Santa said, "You... are... very --"

"She was only joking," Cynthia said as she looked into the man's eyes. Dark blue, a perfect compliment to his dark, Mediterranean complexion and chiseled features -- or at least the features that she could see between the fake beard and the red and white Santa hat. "But thank you," she finally and quietly added.

"So, what would you like for Christmas, little girl?"

Cynthia blushed at the "little girl" part. She had never really been classified as "little," and ever since her tits popped out in third grade, she had been absolutely anything

but

"little."

Katie cupped her hand around Santa's ear and whispered something.

"Oh! Really?" Santa said in response.

Katie smiled and nodded.

"I have a lunch break coming up if you want to meet me back here at 1:00," he offered.

"Smile!" The elf called out, followed by a flash. "Okay, girls." Then he turned back to the line. "Next!"

"We'll be back at 1:00," Katie said as they left.

"What did you say to him?" Cynthia asked while they waited for the picture.

Katie smiled a Cheshire cat smile. "I told him that you wanted a penis inside you for Christmas."

Stunned, Cynthia could only stand there, her mouth agape.

"We don't have to come back," Katie said. "Unless you want to."

"Here you go." The elf handed them a 5 X 7 photo in a cardboard frame, then recited, "Thank you for visiting Middletown Mall. I hope Santa brings you everything you want for Christmas."

"I think he will," Katie replied, handing the photo to Cynthia.

Cynthia looked at it for a moment. "He

is

cute..." Then she held the picture up closer. "Do you have your hand on his --"

"Yep." Katie stood on tiptoes next to Cynthia to look at the photo. "Look at his eyes! They're wide as saucers!"

"Well, you grabbed his dick."

"I'm your wing girl."

"You're a fuckin' loon is what you are."

"I was warming him up for you."

Cynthia stared at the picture, lost in thought.

"So?" Katie asked. "Are we coming back here at 1:00?"

Cynthia looked back to Katie and pursed her lips, then said, "And do what?"

"I don't know. Talk to him?"

"Talk to him?"

"I don't know. Have sex with him?"

"Fuck behind plastic Rudolph while the bored elf watches?"

"I don't know!" Katie crossed her arms against her chest. "I'm just trying to help. You're sad and I don't like it." Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes and, of course, Cynthia caved in.

"We'll come back at 1:00," she sighed.

"Yay!" Katie exclaimed and clapped her hands.

"Those were fake tears?"

"No!" Katie demanded.

"You're lying."

"No."

Cynthia pointed a finger at Katie. "You're lying right now."

"Come on. Let's get you a snack," Katie said, conveniently changing the subject to something that she knew would pique Cynthia's interest.

"Pretzels?" Cynthia suggested.

"Maybe something a little healthier?" Katie countered.

Cynthia looked at her with a frown. "You're setting me up with someone we just met. A complete stranger. You know, 'stranger danger' and all that. Let's continue to live on the edge and have some empty carbs."

"We should get condoms," Katie said. "There's a drug store at the other end of the mall."

"So, you're that committed to me having sex with him on his lunch break?"

"Just in case. I mean, I groped him and then told him that you wanted a penis for Christmas. He asked us back for his lunch break. What do

you

think is going to happen?" Katie asked. "He's Santa. As long as you haven't been naughty, he's going to give you what you want."

"But we're at the mall," Cynthia looked around. "Where?"

"Santa will figure that out. That's what guys do. They solve problems. Let's get pretzels."

After their snack, they strolled down to the drug store and grabbed a box of condoms.

"Twelve?" Cynthia asked.

"Well, then we have more for another day."

"Another day?" Cynthia grabbed Katie by her arm. "We're not doing this again."

"Why not?"

Cynthia looked at her. She had no immediate answer.

"What else do you want to do on your week off?"

Cynthia blinked.

"Tomorrow, we can try the Furry Friends pet store up on the highway. I think they're doing a 'Pet Pictures with Santa' thing," Katie said. "We'll bring Rio."

"So, now you're going to pimp out Freya's puppy?"

"I'm your wing girl. I need to do whatever I need to do to get you laid."

"You're sick."

Katie poked Cynthia's tummy. "And

you're

in need of dick."

"A rhyme

and

a naughty word? Katie-bear, you're really going rogue."

"Hey, if I'm gonna be a pimp, I gots to roll like a pimp."

"You're a sick, sick woman."

Katie reached across the small table and unbuttoned that extra button on Cynthia's blouse, exposing more of her massive tit flesh. Then she sat back, smiled, and took a sip of her orange soda.

At five minutes before 1:00, they were back at Santa's makeshift village. There was a sign out that said, "Santa is having milk and cookies. He'll be back at" and then a hand-written "2:00" underneath.

"I didn't know if you'd come back," a voice startled them from behind. They turned and were looking at an extremely handsome young man in casual slacks, a crisp button-down shirt, and a cheery warm smile. "But I'm glad that you did." His eagerness was evident as he tried valiantly to look Cynthia into her eyes and not down her shirt.

"My name's Alex." He held a hand out to Cynthia.

Katie chuckled. "No way. No way! This is too perfect."