Bang in the Yulelog

Story by srb

http://www.asstr.org/~srb

Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, and basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. Any websites that want to host my story must have expressed written consent to do so. I will list all websites that I have granted permission to list my stories there. If you are reading this now and find this on a new website, then please email me at somerandombastard (at) yahoo (dot) com

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Yet another one day story. This was done and edited in 9 hours, 45 minutes, including bathroom/snack/phone/whatever breaks. 10,552 words is a pretty good job, in my opinion.

This story contains futa/male/female (Although no futa penetrating male) snowball and oral

Bang in the Yulelog

Somewhere people were wrapping gifts, putting the finishing touches on the tree, cooking Christmas dinner, and all of the other cliché Christmas activities.

Paul hated it. He liked the holiday, liked the mood, but he hated how everything had become a chore. It was kind of surprising how it all came up on you all of a sudden, that it wasn’t being nice, or friendly, or happy, but just another thing you had to deal with, like taxes. He had drained his savings of more than he could afford, to get gifts for his family and friends, and most importantly, his girl Jennifer. He sighed, leaning back in his recliner. ‘Time to watch a game’ he thought with a grin, flicking the television on. Notre Dame playing in another meaning bowl game, this time at least in Honolulu, which should be nicer than Indiana. Paul snorted ‘I wish I could enjoy eighty degree weather.’ The snow that had piled up outside during the last few storms had turned into a pile of wet slush, made all the worse by the freezing rain. He didn’t want to go out, but loathed the traffic tomorrow when he would have to visit Jen’s parents.

He checked the clock, Jen was supposed to be here by now. He shrugged it off and grabbed a Guinness from the fridge, looking at the gift bags. This year he decided to be ‘smart’ and just put everything in a bag. It wasn’t like he had kids, where for them half of the fun was opening the gifts. Even the nicest tape job in the world didn’t matter, it was forgotten as soon as the wrap was opened, and the present revealed.

And boy had he gotten a present this year. He went big time, and he couldn’t hide his smirk. Not just big time, but all the way super mega gigantic time. An eighteen-karat gold ring with a huge diamond in the middle, surrounded by blue sapphires, Jen’s birthstone. He knew that it was the time, he had been delaying it for far too long now. He slipped it back into his pocket.

He knew that Jen had already pawed through his bags so far. She was the type to do that, always snooping around to find out whatever he was trying to hide. It hadn’t mattered really. They were small gifts, clothes, and that kind everyday of thing. But she hadn’t found this out, he knew that much. He had left it out at work, and hadn’t told a soul, not even his best buddy Randy. On top of it all, he had waited to buy it until after the first of the month, so his bill wouldn’t come in the mail for another week, even if she ‘accidentally’ went through that.

‘Check, and mate’ he grinned, finally opening that beer.

He wished that he had the Chinese food to go along with it. Jen had volunteered to go out and get the food, once she called it in. Apparently the Chinese deliveryman’s car was dead, and he couldn’t deliver. Paul wondered to himself, knowing this all sounded like one of Jen’s schemes. As soon as he heard, he suggested other Chinese restaurants, or even getting something else. They didn’t have to go out, they could have just as easily cooked something in the oven. But she had insisted on going out. That’s what had seemed so fishy.

‘And now she’s taking too long’ he frowned suspiciously. There wasn’t anything that he could do about it, he had to just go with it. ‘Maybe she has a surprise for me too?’ he wondered. He hadn’t asked for too much, in retrospective. An X-Box, some new stuff for work, a few games, honestly he was happy with what he had. Sure he always loved his technical toys, but there wasn’t a

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