Come for Me for Christmas (4 page)

"Ahhhh I
think someone likes that big dick inside her," I say through clenched
teeth.

"Oh good fucking
GOD yes! Arrrrhh I
love
your fucking cock, Nick! Oh God give it to me
harder! Give it to me more!"

"Like
that!?" I say, fucking her as hard as I possibly can, ramming hard into
her cunt as far as humanly possible and burying my rod with every single push.
"Is that how you like it, you dirty little nymph?"

"Ye-yee-yeeees!"
she cries, coming to her climax now. "That is just exactly how I like it!
Uuuhhh! Ohhhh!  Oooh I love it when you fuck me like a man!! Ahhhhh……!!!"
and then she is off in a fit of cries and screams as she cums all over me. I
feel her body stiffen and shake, her pussy clenching around my pole and her
entire body vibrating as she comes on and on, pushing her sex up into me and
rigidly holding it there as I too come fast to my orgasm.

It's an
explosive no-frills, good, solid hard cum and she makes it easy for me to
thrust all of me into her as I pour out my seed. Our sex juices flow together
as we both expend ourselves and enjoy that perfect all-out orgasm that
everyone, man and woman, seek. As we both play out the last of our convulsions
a feeling of total exhaustion and relaxation settles over us, and I collapse on
top of her as slowly her pussy softens and the tension releases and melts away.

***

I wake at home the
next morning entirely satiated, my body loose and lax with the memory of
yesterday's sex and the feeling of complete fulfillment. The sex was so good and
varied that I find myself quite content for the remainder of the day and feel
the world in good balance and order. 

I go on with my
plans—take my jog, laze around, run my errands and do the usual Sunday coffee
at my sister's house. I watch the game with her husband and tell them all I'll
see them later in the week for Christmas some time and confirm that yes, I'll
be there for dinner. No, not with a guest, it'll just be me. I wonder briefly
if
she
would have liked to come along just as a friend, but I decide I'm
not going there with Sissy and renew my promise, my gift to myself that I could
just take this Christmas present for what it is worth.

The next day is
Christmas Eve. I have just a few things to take care of at work and then it's
off early, sex-drive revved and renewed and I'm ready to take more of my
proffered gifts.  I text her cell. "Have your holidays been all you've
hoped them to be?"

It takes only
minutes for her to respond. "Most enjoyable so far, but I'm hard to
satisfy."

"Not so
hard for me," I type back.

"No, you're
most satisfying…more accurate to say I just can't ever get enough."

"Be over in
10 to see what I can do." I hit back, then slip the phone back in my
pocket and head out.

Once again I'm
impressed to find that she has taken pains to set the scene, although this time
the only part of her little red ensemble left is the pair of high heels that
show off the sculpted beauty of her very fine legs. Other than that she is completely
naked and I drink in the full length of her body—a body made for a man. A body
made to be fucked.  Not too thin, not too fat but with enough meat to please and
with all the right curves in all the right places. I tell her as much.

"You
know," I start, "you were just made for sex. You were put on this
earth to have the brains fucked out of you."

She smiles
perfectly-shaped red lips and says, as she tugs me in the door by my collar,
"I agree. So what are you waiting for, big boy? Come fuck me."

"Now, now;
hold on. I've just got in the door. You'll have to give me a minute to relax
and get ready." It's half a lie, I know, because my dick is already
stiffening and I hardly need any persuasion. But it's a fun game to play.

"Okay,
then," she replies, "what can I do to relax you?"

"It's been
a long day, baby. I'm pretty dirty. How about a nice, relaxing shower? You can
wash me." I suggest.

"That sounds
like a good idea," she says in a low, sex-heavy voice. "I'm pretty
dirty myself."

She leads me
into her bathroom with the large shower and turns the water on to warm up, then
turns to me and starts to undress me.  Locking her eyes on mine, she first loosens
and then pulls off my tie, dropping it on the floor.  Next she works her way
down the line of buttons on my shirt, unbuckling my belt with her left hand and
slipping her right hand in at my waist. The back of her hand brushes my
stiffened dick as she plays innocent and tugs up the tails of my shirt. 

Leaning toward
me as she rubs up my abs and chest and pushes my shirt off my shoulders to the
floor, she flicks her tongue out and teases each of my nipples with it in turn.
They, too, respond and harden. Baring just her white teeth she bites just the
nibs and my cock insistently pushes against the front of my pants.

I know she can
feel my erection because her soft, naked body is pressed up to me. She plants a
seductive kiss on my lips as she unbuttons my pants, slides the zipper down and
frees me. I spring out to meet her touch and her hands send shockwaves of heat
from my root up my belly.

Slinking to a
crouch as she slowly, gently pulls my pants down, she purposefully brushes her
mouth and nose over my pole, nuzzling my hard penis and making an obvious show
of breathing in the scent of my dick. Then she continues down, lifts each foot
to remove a shoe and tugs my socks off each in turn with a pull from the toe.
She then drags her hands up my legs as she stands, cups my balls and rubs round
them a few times, then turns from me, watching over her shoulder and feeling
the shower water to see if it's ready.

"Mmmm. Just
right," she announces. "Come on in." And she pulls me into the
shower by my fingertips.

She has a bar of
soap in her hand, which she rubs between them to get a good lather going. She
sways gently at the hips as she does it, making even this otherwise innocent
act look sexy. She takes a step closer to me and starts to lather my body,
beginning with my chest and then making circular movements out and away over my
entire torso and around to my back.

She then move
down to my legs, one then the other, soaping me from the top of my thigh down
to each foot. Then she soaps the entirety of her front, getting herself good
and slippery, drops the soap to the floor of the shower and moves in toward me
as she takes a handful of suds and massages my erection.

My nerves take a
minute as they decide where to focus the bulk of their attention.  I swim in
the feeling of competing sensations: the steam and relaxation of the shower
setting an undertone to the slippery feel of our two bodies sliding in
different directions together, and then the superb sensation of my
soap-slickened dick being rubbed by her. The movement is slow and firm but
gentle—not a jerk-off, just an appetizer to start us off before the main
course.

She continues stroking
me for several minutes as the fall of the water washes the soap away and she
tucks my dick to her abdomen. I just stand there and enjoy it all with my hands
on her marvelous ass and let her work me over.

After several
minutes more she bends down in the spray, licks up the underside of my dick and
then down the topside back to my body, then plants a lingering kiss on the
throbbing head of my penis.

"Let's move
this Christmas party elsewhere, shall we?" she invites. She turns her back
to me to shut off the water, and I get a full-length view of her back, glistening
in the bright lights. I take in the sites from her hair down to her magnificent
ass and hips, down her legs and back up again. A sight like that never gets
old; it's a gift every time, and my pecker stands straight up at attention
knowing that within minutes he'll be buried inside it.

She takes a warm
towel from the heated bar, starts at my head and gently rubs the thick, soft,
heated towel over me. She moves over my shoulders, down my back, over my chest
and downward. She spends extra time on my cock and balls, cupping and rubbing
them through the soft terrycloth. When she's done I get to watch as she does
the same to herself, complete with the pause for attention at her sex, leaning
her head back and closing her eyes as she spends several moments rubbing
herself with the towel.

When she's done
she drops the towel to the floor and then heads out of the bathroom without a
word. I follow her, compelled by her aura of sex and we go into the bedroom.
The lights are dimmed way down low and soft-burning candles placed around the
room give a feeling of warmth to the air.  The bed is covered with a dark silk
coverlet and made up with silk sheets. She lays down and pulls me down to the
bed. To my moist, overheated skin the sheets feel not too much unlike the feel
of her warm, silken sex.

She stretches
herself lazily and luxuriantly over the sheets, turning onto her belly. I watch
as she works a hand slowly beneath herself and begins rubbing her box on her right
hand while her left rubs her round left breast. Watching her pleasure herself
like this is more than stimulating. Hard as I am I manage to find some control
and enjoy taking in this sight for a few.

As she continues
to quietly work herself on her hands, I place my hand on her firm ass cheeks
and feel them as they rise and fall beneath my hand to the rhythm of her
self-pleasure. I roll on top of her, my rigid member fitting nicely between the
cheeks of her ass and let the clenching of them as she moves massage the length
of my shaft. I reach around to her front just to feel her hand in place on her
cunt and treasure the very idea of her working herself as I work my dick,
nestled in her tight rump. She squeezes and releases my solid shaft and I feel
the tightening and puckering of her asshole against my sensitive skin.

We work this way
on and on, my excitement growing impossibly as I take turns between enjoying
her tits and her working hands. Her strokes lengthen and become more focused as
her breathing grows harder. I reach a plateau of excitement with a steady flow
of pleasure coursing throughout my veins, reaching every part of my body and
filling my being. I give myself over and just enjoy the sensational experience.

She begins
working herself harder now and I know that in addition to rubbing her pearl she
has two fingers up inside her, both hands between her legs for maximum
pleasure.  Everything quickens and she loses all control. She is fucking her
hands with abandon, no trace of her lady-like show now. She is all sexual
being, lost in her pleasure and her sounds reach a crescendo with her orgasm.

Growing rigid as
she comes, the cheeks of her ass clamp down on my pole. Her rigidity draws her
out to her full length, creating a long, tight pull on my shaft. My blood runs
hot as I climb up to the edge of overflow. Just then the ebb of her pleasure
simmers down and she quiets again to slow, pleasuring moans.

I take her by
the shoulder and turn her over on her back. Her excitement is also running at a
high horny level and she's ready to go on with me. Penis in hand, I rub her
with my head. Her wetness, the result of her personal foreplay, makes for the
perfect bed and I slowly work my hard penis inside her as her silken folds
yield to my unyielding cock.

I feel her draw me
in, enveloping my member with velvet heat. In and out, in and out, in and out I
move in time with her matching my pace. I nuzzle down and bury my face in her
boobs, sucking in the scent of her skin, feeling the mounds of her breasts as
they push against my face and I knead her tits as she her enjoyment surges
markedly.

Together we both
climb the mountain of desire and indulgence until I feel a pooling of bliss at
the very base of my belly. As the pressure of my impending orgasm grows it
moves down to the base of my cock. Time hangs as there is a pause in sensation
and then all at once my spew explodes into her in one huge blast, followed by
two more very sizable eruptions and I empty myself into her as she, too comes
again. Her love-cries mix and mingle with mine and I hear us together in the
back of my head as an almost audible electrical pulse shoots from the back of my
neck simultaneously with the outpour of my loins. I cum as hard as I ever have
with a power and force that is virtually unparalleled.

***

Waking Christmas
morning, I find myself reliving the pleasure of the night before. The sex was
something beautiful, really. If I were in love with her or in a relationship I
wouldn't call it "sex", I'd call it "making love". That
leads me to a reality check once again, something I hadn't seriously done for
the last couple of days.

Before I left
her last night I dropped enough insinuation so that she understood my
intentions were one last gift to us both today.  She, too, made insinuations of
her own. Not demanding, not even really offering but making it clear that if I
had an interest in seeing where things might lead us that she would be open to
the prospect of prospecting.  I rub my face and growl in minor frustration
knowing that despite all the control I've made a point to take over this whole
mini holiday adventure, I still find myself having to make a relationship
decision and I'd already decided that I wasn't going to have to do that. Just
sex. No life-altering decisions required.

I dress and go
to dinner and do the holiday thing at my sister's as I'd said I would. I
briefly toyed with the idea of skipping it. With this much sex in the air
Christmas with the kiddos is kind of outside the program and seems like something
that might be hard to rebound from. In the end, though, I'm glad I did
"the right thing" and visited the family. The kids actually served to
lighten the mood and broke the strain of my heavy train of thought. Seeing my
sister and her family and relaxing in a light atmosphere put the day back in
perspective, too, and realigned the thoughts I was having.