Patriette: A Little Comfort and Joy (Holiday Short Story) (Patreon)

Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this little XXXmas short story. I don't have a Christmas picture of Patriette, so here is all grown up Patriette (Ms Patriot) in holiday glory.  

Patriette: A Little Comfort and Joy

By Don Ship

Jenny Jade stepped out into the alley behind the Jefferson Street Shelter in Lower Saxony. The raven-maned, blue-eyed beauty had spent the last four hours serving Christmas Eve dinner to the homeless. She felt full of the Christmas Spirit, yet rather tired, too.

The shelter’s director had advised her to dress comfortably, with sensible shoes. Yeah, he was a barbarian. The fashionista in Jenny wouldn’t stand for it. Besides, all those poor homeless guys deserved to see a young woman in her prime all dressed up for the holidays. So Jenny showed up in full hair and makeup, and spent the hours serving them in a bright red designer dress that hugged every spectacular curve of her 18 year old body. Though it was long-sleeved, the neckline plunged dangerously low and her hemline barely dropped low enough to cover her sweet round bootie. Jenny finished out her outfit with a Santa hat, dark hose, and sky high red stiletto pumps.

She turned a lot of heads, including the shelter’s director.

“My night hasn’t even started,” she whispered, looking up and down the alley to ensure she was alone. “I am Patriette!”

Jenny felt warmth flow through her shapely body as light enveloped her in a bright flash. Her waist-length black hair and designer clothes were gone, leaving her with pinkish-purple shoulder-length hair and bangs. Her expensive designer clothes had been replaced by her red, white, and blue super heroine costume: US Flag themed stars and stripes bikini, with her heroine accessories being blue mask, blue choker with a red letter P, and red wrist-to-elbow bracers with a wide silver band in the middle and a white star. The red power belt around her narrow waist allowed her to tap into the Otherworld for her super powers.

Spinning around, throwing her arms out wide, Patriette twirled around in joy. God, how she loved being a super heroine! After her little dance of joy, Patriette strode into the shelter’s kitchen. The staff cried out in pleasure, their faces lighting up.

“Merry Christmas, Patriette!”

“Merry Christmas to you, too.”

She loved how much people loved her. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, the good citizens of Grimme City opened up even more, calling out to her in the spirit of the holiday. Patriette felt even closer to the city she called home and loved. Even the crime rate dropped for once.

Patriette quickly moved into the dining room. The room erupted with excitement when she miraculously appeared. The few children rushed to her side, hugging her legs or around the hips, depending on their age and size. Their mothers looked so happy to see her as well. And the men… Well they were happy for another reason. 

She ignored their hungry eyes falling down into her cleavage. There was no need to call anyone out or challenge them on Christmas. She was there to give comfort and joy, so let them gawk.

A few minutes later Ms Liberty came striding in through the main entrance, a sack of presents over her shoulder.

“Merry Christmas!” the tall, gorgeous veteran super heroine called. “I wish you all of the joy of the season.”

Ms Liberty looked spectacular in her blue, long-sleeved top, and bright red miniskirt. Patriette thought her patriotic heroine colors worked well as Christmas colors, too. Her silver power belt with the red star empowered the legendary heroine. A red mask, white gloves, and white thigh boots finished out the busty brunette’s costume. 

Together, Ms Liberty and Patriette, mentor and protégé, handed out presents to the children. They had coordinated with the shelter’s director earlier so knew the children that were there. Ms Liberty made sure to bring each child something they requested for Christmas. They, of course, coordinated it all with the parents.

Patriette had never seen such joy. Those children were beyond thrilled with their presents. 

My very first Christmas as a super heroine is stellar!

They spent another hour at the shelter, helping to serve second helpings, and flirting with the men. Mostly flirting. It gave those poor fellows so much pleasure, how could they not?

“We have to go. This is a busy day for super heroines,” Ms Liberty said at long last. “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.”

Patriette followed her mentor out onto the cold winter streets of Grimme City. They usually enjoyed rather mild winters, but this Christmas an arctic cold front was passing through. The TV meteorologists all promised snow for Christmas Day, an official White Christmas. Fortunately, the heroine’s power belts also kept them comfortably warm, though they felt the cold wind. Anything they touched felt icy cold, too.

“Brrrr, Ms Liberty. Maybe I need a winter costume,” Patriette said, looking her bikini and boots costume over. “I could call myself Eskimo Girl during the winter, and dress appropriately.”

“You’re hilarious,” Ms Liberty said, shaking her head but with a big smile. She indicated a utility van with a festive Christmas skin-wrap theme. “This is your van. Drive around looking for homeless people and give them new coats, blankets, and food. There are pre-prepared turkey dinners in Styrofoam containers inside warming ovens as well.”

Patriette knew all of that. Her alter ego multi-millionaire Jenny Jade actually bought each of the city’s super heroines one of those well-equipped vans just for that purpose. After Christmas, the vans would be stored in a Jade Enterprises owned facility until needed again.

“Merry Christmas, Patriette,” Ms Liberty said, hugging her sidekick tightly. She kissed her cheek. “Now get out there and spread some super heroine comfort and joy.” She started to turn toward her own van, but stopped. “Oh, and be careful. Not everyone will be nice just because it’s Christmas.”

“Don’t worry about me, Ms Liberty,” Patriette said. “I got this. Easy peasy, and Merry Christmas.”

Ms Liberty smiled brightly, but rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Sidekicks. How are they all so innocent and perky?”

“I don’t know about the other sidekicks, but I always start my day with a good breakfast,” Patriette said, wagging her brows. “And then eat lots of Christmas sweets during the day.”

Joking aside, Patriette knew what the heroines were doing was dangerous. The homeless lived in the most crime-ridden parts of the city. Some criminals took Christmas off to be with their families. Others saw it as just another work day.

Patriette drove around Lower Saxony for the next few hours. The economically depressed area had a big homeless population, second only to the Sugar Town red-light district. Veteran heroines like Ms Liberty went out to help the Sugar Town homeless. 

Just before midnight, her van almost empty of Christmas goodies, Patriette passed a dark alley and spotted the telltale signs of the homeless on a frigid winter night: Fire. She hit the brakes, backed up, and studied the situation. Yep. The busty sidekick spotted an unknown number of homeless milling around a fire inside a steel barrel. So she slowly backed into the alley.

The homeless knew that heroines where out and about distributing hot meals, coats, and blankets, so they perked up as the brightly colored van backed towards them. Then they gasped when Patriette got out and stepped around back with them.

“Who are you?” one elderly black man asked.

“Patriette,” she proudly said. “I am Ms Liberty’s side…protégé. But more importantly, I’m here to make your Christmas a little warmer and happier. What’s your name, sir?”

“Well, thank you,” he said. “Everyone calls me Old Gus.”

She opened the van and handed out the rest of the coats and blankets. And then she passed out food. There were more homeless than meals, so she had them share, which they gladly did.

“Well, that’s all of my Christmas goodies, boys,” Patriette said as they finished up the food. A few had already huddled up and fell asleep. “Good night, and Merry Christmas.”

“No, no, no, Patriette,” Old Gus said, slipping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward the fire barrel. “We’re about to have a round of Christmas toasts. Since you’re a beautiful super heroine, and our personal angel on this most holy night, I have to insist you join us.”

“I can’t I’m only eighteen,” she said, shaking her head. 

“Oh poo, Patriette,” he said. “If you’re old enough to put on a costume and fight evil, then you’re old enough for an innocent Christmas toast or two.”

“Well, maybe just one…”

A dozen men circled the fire, which felt great. Old Gus held up a bottle of cheap whiskey. “A toast to our beautiful heroine, Patriette!”

“To Patriette!” the others cried, and everyone drank from their own bottle. 

Patriette smiled. It worked out well, because she didn’t have a bottle to drink. But then Old Gus pressed his bottle to her lips, and up-ended it. Cold liquid flowed into her mouth, and then burned its way down her throat and warmed her belly. Biggest swallow of alcohol she’d ever taken.

“Ack!” she cried, and started hacking and coughing.

Everyone laughed. Old Gus held up his bottle again.

“To all of the super heroines that came out tonight to help us!”

“To super heroines!”

Old Gus took a little sip, and then pressed the bottle to Patriette’s lips. She started to balk, but the instant her mouth opened, he pushed the long neck in past her teeth and up-ended the bottle. It felt like half that bottle flowed down her throat.

Patriette started coughing and gagging again. Old Gus wrapped his arms around her, helping to hold her up. The busty beauty barely noticed his hands roaming, squeezing her butt, fondling her large, firm tits. And as soon as she recovered, he offered another toast and shoved the long neck of his whiskey to the back of her tongue, pouring cheap whiskey straight down her throat.

Old Gus lifted her chin, staring hungrily at her glossy red lips. Patriette’s head was spinning. She felt dizzy. Yeah, she had a buzz going, but she noticed his interest. Her baby blues widened when he leaned in and kissed her. Right on the lips!

“Thanks, Patriette, for the comfort and joy.”

“Comfort and joy?” she asked, head messed up and feeling very vulnerable.

“Yes, my pretty,” Old Gus said, one arm around her shoulders and holding her tight to his chest, while the other cupped her lovely face. “You gave us the comfort of hot food and warm coats and blankets.” He kissed her again. “Now it’s time to give us the JOY of the season. With your amazing young body.”

Old Gus claimed Patriette’s lips in a soul numbing kiss. The shapely teenager froze, mind going blank for a moment. Before she could sort out her feelings and concerns, something new asserted itself. Her Valkyrie libido. A sensuous little moan escaped, and then Old Gus’ hands really began to roam. He combed his fingers through her silky hair. He squeezed her sweetly meaty butt. And finally, his hands found her large, firm tits again. 

Patriette’s bikini top hit the ground seconds later. 

“Uh oh,” she said, before he kissed her again. This time, Patriette kissed back. “Mmmmgh.”

The other homeless men encircled them, their faces all masks of dark lust and desire. She barely noticed them after her insides turned to hot mush, and her pussy started throbbing. Deep down, Patriette understood she’d lost control of the situation, and the homeless men were taking her down. But once her Valkyrie libido ignited, there was no going back.

Old Gus quickly kissed his way down to her naked tits, and motorboated her with wild abandon. The shapely masked vigilante had never seen a man so happy. Then he bore her straight to the ground, her long blue-booted legs wrapping around the ancient homeless man, where he indulged his mouth and hands with her spectacular pair. In no time the elderly African-American had the teen heroine writhing and gasping beneath him, clutching him desperately.

“Take her, Gus!” someone shouted. “Show her what you’re made of, old man.”

The old homeless man stopped sucking on and fondling her tits long enough to rise up, unfasten his pants, and pull out a rock hard erection. Then he dove back into her tits.

Patriette lost herself within the pleasure. After a few, Old Gus reached down and yanked her thong bottoms aside. Then she felt his cock’s wet, sticky head poke around her pussy. Without a second thought, she wrapped a soft, delicate hand around that long, thick black shaft and guided him to her entrance. Old Gus didn’t hesitate.

“Ugggh!” she cried out, back bowing, when he thrust into her. And then he thrust again. “Ugggh!”

“That’s how you do it, old man!”

The hot and discombobulated sidekick’s baby blues were huge as her body, mind, and soul struggled to deal with that amazing intrusion. His dick felt twice as big inside her. Old Gus stretched her little hole out so well. Soon, she started thrusting her hips up, desperate to get him in deeper. So much deeper. Tiny sounds of need began bubbling up at that time.

“Whose your daddy, Patriette?” Old Gus demanded.

“You’re my daddy!” she gasped out. “You’re my daddy!”

Old Gus squealed in glee, and lost it. The old guy shot his wad deep inside the young beauty. She gasped, feeling that hot, wet warmth filling her up. And then her body reacted profoundly.

“Oh DADDY!” Patriette screamed, body exploding with divine pleasure.

“Merry Christmas to me,” Old Gus gasped out, a big smile on his age-ravaged face. “Next.”

The masked beauty was jerked up to her knees, making her head spin. It felt like the world tilted, and Patriette swooned. When she recovered, two big black dicks were poking her in the face. Two much younger homeless men wanted to be next, each trying to get into her mouth before the other.

“Hey, baby,” she cooed, wrapping a hand around each fat shaft. She stroked them to rock hardness as she rose up on her knees and looked up at their eager faces. “No fighting on Christmas. M’kay?”

They nodded enthusiastically. She smiled, and started giving head. Patriette alternated between them, driving them both wild with pleasure. The horny heroine started bobbing up and down one cock, and then the other, as their excitement intensified. One of the men rose up on his toes, head rolled back, so she went down all the way on him. The second her warm red lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, he released a torrent of hot, viscous cum. Patriette pulled off his cock, opened her mouth to show him the milky cum, and then swallowed with a naughty smile and wag of her brows. 

“Oooh, wow,” the other guy sighed, and shot his load in her face. “Oops. Sorry.”

Patriette lathed the cum off her face with a finger, and then sucked on that finger. Yeah, she didn’t let a single drop go to waste.

“Fucking yeah, man,” another homeless man cried, clapping one of the two on the back. Then he pushed them back, pulled out his cock, and smiled down at Patriette. “I’m next.”

The busty, topless heroine stared at his cock a long moment. Her eyes started to droop, and she swayed on her knees, before her eyes popped open again and one hand came up to rub her temple.

“Oh, my, I’m so drunk,” she said, and then giggled. She then wrapped very pale white fingers around an extremely black cock, pausing to admire the contrast. And then she went down on him with a wanton groan. “Mmmmggh.”

Patriette started bobbing up and down that hard, veiny-skinned cock with enthusiasm. A moment later she felt big, rough hands grab her hips and lift. The cock-hungry teen’s mouth never came off the homeless guy’s dick, while another man lifted her back upon her stiletto-heeled feet. She immediately spread her feet wide for balance, while remaining bent over. The other guy quickly yanked her thong bottoms to the side again, and thrust up into her still quivering pussy.

“Mmmggh,” she moaned, wiggling her butt.

One hand held tightly onto her well-rounded hips, while his other hand fondled her dangling tits. Every touch, every squeeze, every thrust into her mouth and pussy sent waves of the most incredible feelings through her overheated body. Patriette began to writhe and buck before long, forcing the man in front of her to hold her head in place with both hands while he took over and thrust deeply into her eager mouth.

“Ugh!” she grunted with every thrust. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

“Ho, ho, ho, we’re filling this super ho’s every hole on this holy night!”

The busty masked beauty felt her body change again. That rush to climax filled her body and soul. Her back bowed, and she screamed around the cock in her mouth. As orgasmic pleasure pulsed through her entire body, the BJ guy decided he wanted more, and thrust down her unprotected throat.

“Oooh, yes, nothing says Christmas joy like deep-throating a sexy super heroine,” he gasped out.

His big cock stretched her throat as it pistoned in and out. Her head spun, and her overheated body trembled as those two homeless men reamed her out royally, front and back. All the while, they pushed her body closer and closer to yet another “happy ending.”

“Aaaagghh!” she cried when divine bliss erupted within.

Both men cried out in pleasure as her pussy clamped down, and her lips wrapped around the base of the other man’s cock. They froze in place, and she felt hot cum gushing into her from both. One filled up her womb, while the other filled her throat and stomach.

They slowly extracted themselves, leaving her teetering atop five inch stiletto boots, a big satisfied smile on her blue masked face.

“O Holy Night, indeed,” she muttered. “Wow.”

“It’s not over until the little sidekick sings,” another man said, pressing up to her. “Hi, my name’s Johnny. Pleased to meet you, Patriette.”

“Oh,” she cried when her back pressed up against the icy cold brick wall. He grabbed her butt, lifting her off her feet. Patriette’s legs wrapped around him instinctively. And then he thrust his big dick into her already abused pussy. “Oooooh, Johnny.”

Patriette looked over Johnny’s shoulder and found homeless men lined up. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped.

Are they going to run a train on me?

The prospect of a long gangbang proved too much. The busty teen already had a couple of setback gangbangs under her power belt, so she understood just how intense it was about to get for her. Just thinking about it pushed her body over the top.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Hell yeah!” Johnny cried. He pulled out, spun her around to face the wall, and thrust up her butt.

“Ugggh!” Patriette cried, staring incredulously into space.

Someone started singing:

“Fuck that butt, fuck that butt,

Fuck her all damn day,

We fuck super heroines every fucking way,

On holy Christmas day!”

And then they all began singing. For her part, Patriette could only gasped and groan, while clawing at the cold brick. Her body reacted profoundly, and soon she felt that surge. So she relaxed and let it go.

“Aaaagggh!”

Johnny creamed her butt, pulled out, and shot two more loads of hot, steaming cum across her butt cheeks. The men following didn’t care. They pulled Patriette away from the wall, laid her on the cold ground, and the first man mounted up.

“Merry Christmas, Patriette,” he gasped out, already balls deep inside her. “Thank you for the wonderful gift you’re giving each of us tonight.”

Patriette was already beyond words. Her Valkyrie Curse had her around the throat, and all she thought about was more, more, more sex. An overwhelming need and desire to please consumed her, as well as a burning need to get another and another climax. So she sucked on his neck while he humped her to glory.

Best gangbang ever! Probably thanks to the four homeless men that “warmed” her up first. Patriette wasn’t sure how many homeless men partook of her teenage bounty, but after they finished she counted the men present. Sixteen homeless men in the alley. The sexy sidekick recognized every face.

“I’m not sure,” she whispered, rubbing her aching pussy. “But this might qualify as a setback.”

And then she giggled drunkenly. 

“I’m so bad,” she said, and again giggled. “No, it’s Christmas. That makes me a naughty, naughty girl.”

“Yes you are, Patriette,” Old Gus said. He laid down beside her, semi-flaccid cock out. “Why don’t you show me just how naughty you can be and ride my one-legged pony?”

“One-legged pony?” she asked.

He wagged his brows as he grabbed his dick. Her jaw dropped, and then she giggled.

“You’re so silly,” she purred, and leaned over to kiss his dick. Then she started licking. “Mmmgh, I’m so naughty.”

With lips and tongue, the shapely, naked heroine quickly got Old Gus rock hard. Then she impaled herself on his big black cock.

“Ooooooh, yes. Yes. Yes,” she cried, starting to bounce. “Screw Hot Girl Summer. So much better to be slutty in the slush.”

She laughed at her joke. Old Gus grabbed her jostling tits, sending the most insane sensations rippling through her hot, sweaty body. Patriette gasped and cried out, head lolling around as her insides slowly rose toward ultimate pleasure yet again. And then another man joined them, pressing up behind her.

“Merry Christmas, Patriette,” he whispered into her ear. Then he slowly thrust up her butt. The hapless heroine groaned wantonly. “And Happy New Year.”

“Happy. Happy,” she whispered breathlessly. “So happy.”

The busty beauty bowed her back and groaned, eyes fluttering shut. She basked in the intensity of the moment, hyper aware of every inch of those two big cocks sliding in and out of her two orifices. The pleasure, the pain, of that twin stretch was just perfect to stoke her fire, to make her body sing.

Patriette’s baby blues popped open and looked up when someone touched her lips. A middle-aged homeless man stood before her, dick out, and a look of bliss on his face as he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. 

“Looks like you got room from one more, Miss Patriette.”

The hapless sidekick licked her lips and nodded. He guided his erection to her eager mouth, and slowly thrust it in until her lips wrapped around his base. Both of them moaned.

Grimme City’s youngest super heroine slowly bobbed her head and thrust her hips, sucking and fucking. Her overheated body tingled inside and out, feeling so achy needy inside. She just couldn’t get enough.

She felt Old Gus’ cock swell deep in her vagina, and then the dick in her mouth started to swell even more. The homeless man banging her butt started thrusting faster and faster, getting frantic. Her own body reacted to their excitement, hanging right there on the edge of climactic bliss.

“You’re very beautiful, Patriette,” the man said as she sucked his cock. He reached out and pinched the edge of her mask. “I’ve always wanted to unmask a super heroine.”

He started to pull. Her heart skipped a beat as the mask began to peel away from her face. Patriette’s eyes widened.

A feminine hand grabbed the homeless man’s wrist, stopping the unmasking. Patriette cut her eyes over, and rejoiced!

“That is not in the Christmas spirit, my friend,” Ms Liberty said calmly, but firmly. When he released the mask, she cut her eyes down at her debauched sidekick. “Maybe I should’ve been more specific about the comfort and joy you should give.”

Old Gus grunted and came deep inside Patriette. That pushed her over the top.

“Aaagggh,” she screamed around the cock in her mouth. And then he came, flooding her mouth with creamy goodness. “Mmmmgh.”

And finally, the last homeless man cried out and she felt his hot seed filling up her poop chute. Everyone relaxed, and Patriette turned a big smile up at her beloved mentor.

“Am I being a naughty girl?”

“You’re drunk?”

“Oopsy.”

Ms Liberty rolled her beautiful brown eyes. “Explains so much. Come on, Patriette, let’s get you back on costume, and then into bed.”

“Oooh, Ms Liberty is going to be naughty tonight, too,” Patriette said, and giggled. Ms Liberty just yanked her up to her feet. “Whoa. Why did the world tilt?”

Patriette threw her arms around Ms Liberty’s neck to steady herself, bringing their faces inches apart. They eyes locked.

“Happy Christmas, Ms Liberty,” Patriette purred, and kissed her. “And I hope you have a very Merry New Year.”

The End