2 comments/ 28767 views/ 1 favorites Christmas Came Early By: rebelyeller_89 Kelly walked into the mall near her dorm and waited for the doors to close behind her, shutting out the biting wind. She wrinkled her nose at the slushy mess just inside the doors and tried to avoid getting her boots soaked. The mall was getting ready to close, so the crowd was rushing against her as she walked deeper inside. She got disapproving glares from mothers with young children, and lustful stares from their husbands. She took off her coat in front of one couple, stretching her thin sweater tighter over her full breasts. The weather had made her nipples hard, and her sweater did nothing to cover them. The man fell slightly behind his date so she didn't see him lick his lips, or her squeeze her breast when she walked past. Kelly adjusted her skirt, the tight denim falling just below the swell of her ass. The man reached to squeeze his hardening cock, and then hurried past to catch his girlfriend. When Kelly rounded the corner, she saw the thinning line of children waiting to sit on Santa's lap. She stopped at the beginning of the line and noticed the teenager dressed as an elf staring at her tits. She leaned over to "fix" her boots and gave him a clear view of her nipples. He let out a low moan, and when she caught his eyes he began to blush furiously. Kelly walked over and pressed close to him then whispered, "So, you're Santa's helper, huh?" He managed a nod and squeaked out a "yes". "Well then, just maybe you'll get help him tonight." The young man finally managed eye contact and asked her what she meant. Kelly pressed her hip into his crotch and felt his dick throbbing against her. She smiled and said "Stick around kid, you'll figure it out soon enough." She looked over to find the line for Santa gone and the last child in his lap. The kid's mother was watching Kelly's display, but Santa and the child were oblivious. When the last of the shoppers left Kelly told the boy to ask Santa if he had time for one more visitor, when he whispered it in to Santa's ear and gestured towards her, Santa's eyes rose to her face then quickly fell down to her body. Santa nodded, and smiled at her when he said "of course". Kelly began walking down the candy-cane lined path to Santa's chair, taking hard steps to make her firm tits bounce with each step. When she got to the young man she said, "Don't stray to far, you never know what kind of chore Santa may need you to do." He looked confused but stopped at his post instead of leaving the mall. "Hello Santa, having a good night?" Kelly asked with a grin. "Oh, yes. Of course my dear, what can Santa do for you?" "Well," Kelly said slyly as she reached up and tweaked her nipple, "I was hoping I could sit down on you lap and tell you what I want you to bring me for Christmas." "Sure, sure! That's what I do here. Sit right down, and tell me what you have in mind." Kelly sat down side-ways with her legs across his lap, and turned her upper body so that her breasts were nearly level with his mouth. She leaned in close and said, "For Christmas, I want you to bring me." Santa wrinkled his brow and said "What? Bring you what?" She smiled and pressed in closer, "I want you to bring me. And I want it hard." Santa frowned, "Well dear, there is a problem with that. You have been a very naughty girl, and I just don't know if you deserve that or not." Kelly stuck out her lip in a pout, "Well then, I'll just have to show you I do deserve it. How about you let me suck on your candy-cane, then I think you'll change you mind." She slid off his lap and sat in the floor with her long legs folded under her. She pressed her hands into his knees, spreading them apart. Then slowly ran her hands up his inner thighs, stopping at the brown belt he wore, undoing the heavy brass buckle. When she ran her hand over his already hard cock he groaned, pushing it against her hand. He lifted himself out of his chair so Kelly could slip his pants off, and down to his ankles. His dick was standing straight up, reaching just past his navel. She took it into her hand, and leaned in to rub his smooth shaft against her cheek. Kelly rolled her eyes up to look at his face to find his eyes closed and mouth slightly open. She flicked out her tongue to lick the bead of precum off the tip of his cock. Santa drew in a quick breath, and she took that as her cue to slide her lips over his thick head. Kelly slowly swirled her tongue around the head, then slid down his length a few inches. She slipped his dick out of her mouth with a pop and glanced up to find him staring at her. Santa slipped a white-gloved hand behind her head and grabbed a fistful of silky blond hair. "Well, well! You are a naughty little girl aren't you? But, you're getting closer to your wish." Kelly barely had time for a smile before he shoved her head down, and forced her to swallow his cock whole. Her only option was to keep her mouth as wide as she could, to allow for his girth. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, and her eyes widened when he pushed her head forward until her nose was pressed against him. Santa was slowly working his length in and out of her mouth, making her take him to the hilt each time. Then, he grabbed her hair a little tighter and built up speed until he was fucking her mouth as fast and hard as he could. Kelly had tears streaming down her face when he finally pulled his cock out. Santa smiled as he took his cock into his fist and began pumping it. "Now, let us see if we can't get you that gift you've been waiting for?" He pulled Kelly to her feet and turned her so her back was to him. Santa slid his hands up her toned thighs pushing her skirt above her waist. He let out his breath in a hiss when he saw her firm apple shaped ass. He slapped a gloved hand across it causing Kelly to jump and let out a whimper. "No panties? Such a whore deserves coal in her stocking!" He finished his sentence with a hearty "Ho ho ho!" Santa slipped his fingers between her legs, and Kelly let out a moan when his fingers brushed her lips. He ran his fingers down her slit, playing in her pussy juices. Suddenly he stood pressing his dick against her ass, the reached around and grabbed a breast. "Now, you've gotten my gloves all wet!" Shoving his fingers into her mouth he said, "Suck them clean, your present is waiting." After Kelly sucked his fingers Santa pulled off his gloves, then slid warm hands under Kelly's sweater. She shivered when soft fingers grazed her nipples, and then gasped as strong hands kneaded her breasts. Santa pulled her sweater over her head, and then sat back into his chair. "Bend over" he said gruffly. When she did, he ran his hands over her smooth ass cheeks then smacked the left cheek hard enough to throw her off balance. When Kelly regained herself she began to sit, intending to impale herself with his cock, but Santa slapped the right cheek now and said, "You'll do as I say! Now stay bent over." Santa placed his hands on either cheek, and then spread them apart. He ran a quick line from her clit to her asshole, causing her to let out a yell. He pulled back on her hips, burying his face in her pussy. Santa let his hot breath out slowly, causing a shiver to run up her spine. He unhurriedly ran his tongue around the edge of her pussy-hole, slowly circling closer. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her, tasting her excitement, he groaned deep in his throat and shoved his tongue into her cunt. Santa lapped up her juices, Kelly moaned and wiggled trying to push him into her further. "More!" she cried out when he flicked his tongue across her clit, "Please Santa, give me my gift. I can't wait any longer!" Santa pulled away, his beard soaked with her fluids; he ran a hand through it then sucked his fingers dry. "You think you're ready for your gift now? Then I'll sure as hell give it to you!" When he pulled her back so she was above his dick, she lifted her eyes and gasped at what she saw. Whom she originally saw as a boy in an elf suit was now a young man, with his throbbing cock in his hand. His shy eyes had been replaced with dark eyes filled with lust, and the undeniable gleam of sex. When she caught his eye this time, he gave a wry grin and she saw his arm flex as he squeezed his dick harder while he stroked it. Santa lowered her down so that the hot spongy tip of his dick was pressed against her opening, she gasped when he pushed his thick head through. Then Kelly cried out as he slammed her down onto his lap, making her take every inch of him in one instant. She whimpered and moaned as she rode his shaft. Santa dug his fingers into her ass, "Giddy up Vixen, Mrs. Clause can fuck me harder than this!" He pulled her down while flexing his hips up, driving his cock against her cervix again and again. Kelly clawed his thighs and shook her head screaming, "No, no! It's too much! I can't take it all!" Santa pulled her off and spun her around, "I saw you looking at the boy, you want him too don't you?!" He pulled the tip of her breast into his mouth, unable to take all of her globe, he sucked hard on her nipple bringing a cry from her lips. "I wanna watch him pound all that into you." He gestured with his eyes behind her, she turned to see the young man standing there. Kelly drew in a shaky breath, now that she could see him up close. His dick was slick with his precum, his hand slid up and down his length. The boy's strong hand wrapped snugly around his cock, and even though he squeezed it tightly, his fingers still didn't meet by nearly an inch. "Alright son, this tight little pussy is yours for the moment. But don't cum yet, I've got something planned." Santa said as he pushed Kelly into him, forcing his dick against her belly. "Take off that skirt," the once shy boy demanded, "I want to see all of you at once. And then get down on your hands and knees!" Kelly stepped out of her skirt and turned to look back at Santa. He gave her a grin with his dick in his hand."Well dear, are you going to keep my helper waiting? Do as he says, you'll have me again soon enough, perhaps sooner than you'll like!" She got down on the floor giving Santa a nice view of her smooth, round ass. The boy kneeled down behind her and slapped his cock across her cheeks, Kelly jumped forward with surprise. The boy grabbed her hips to pull her back, he slapped one ass cheek then the other. "You don't fucking move, you little tease. I'm 19 years old damn it, you're going pay tonight for treating me like a child!" He rubbed the head of his penis along her slit, until her juices were running along his cock. The boy pushed the tip against her hole, having to force his girth into her. He had barely got past his head when she cried out and pulled forward, causing his dick to slip out. This time he slapped her ass harder, and leaned close to her with his chest flat on her back. "I said you don't fucking move," he whispered "you can't even handle some little boy's cock? What the hell did you come in here dressed like that for, if you didn't want your brains fucked out? I'm going to break your pussy in two!" He slid into her again, then pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried in her. His dick was no match in length for Santa's near 11 inches, but his thickness made up for it and then some. The boy stayed still in her waiting for her to recover, when she started to whimper and wiggle her ass. "Oh! Now you're ready to be fucked? You don't know what you're asking for!" He finished the sentence with a squeeze to her breast. He started slowly pumping into her, while she groaned with each stroke. Then he really started fucking her, his hips making a clapping sound against her ass cheeks. When she started moaning he stuck two fingers into her mouth, and she greedily began sucking on them. The boy slowly pulled his dick out until only the fat head was left in her pussy, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and started rubbing her spit on her asshole. When his finger ran around the puckered ring Kelly let out a sharp "Oh!" He slowly started pumping his dick in and out again, only pushing his head in a few inches, while his finger pushed into her tight ass. When he could fit both fingers in her, he started to fuck her asshole, his cock still only sliding in deep enough to rub over the spongy node of pleasure inside her. It wasn't long before Kelly was panting heavily, and moaning loudly. But when she screamed, "Oh! Yes, god, that's it! I'm gonna cum!" Santa stood and said, "Enough, pull out of her now!" Kelly collapsed on the floor saying "No, oh, I was so close!" Santa told the boy, "Pick her up, and bring her here." The boy carried her over and stood her up in front of Santa, while Santa spoke to her, the boy was rubbing his dick against her asshole. "You liked his fingers in your ass didn't you? You're such a dirty girl! Well, turn around and straddle my legs, and then you'll see what I have in store for you! He placed a hand on her hip to guide her down; when he stopped her Santa started rubbing his cock against her asshole, then pressed it firmly against it. Kelly stiffened and said, "No, it won't fit in there! You can't!" But Santa's reply was, "Oh, it will fit! The question is: will you be able to take it?" He dipped his dick into her pussy to get it wet, then pressed it against her tight ring again. Santa ever-so-slowly forced his way in, Kelly panting and grunting with every breath. Finally she was sitting in his lap, his dick deep in her, and Santa told her to lean back against him. He pulled her legs up to form a "V" and told the boy "Her ass is mine, but you can have her pussy." The boy got down on his knees, intending to eat her cunt, but instead ran a thick tongue over Santa's balls. He pulled his huge sack into his mouth and Santa said, "I see, you're on the naughty list too!" The young man let his balls fall out with a pop, and then he ran his tongue up his dick, along Kelly's slit, then around her clit. Her clit was fully engorged, sticking out from under its hood. He sucked slowly on it, while Santa began slowly pumping in and out of her ass. Suddenly he stood, leaning over her he smiled down, then he guided his cock to her hole and shoved it into her in one long stroke. While the boy was deep inside her, Santa had all but pulled out. When Santa worked his way back in, the boy slipped his dick back out. The two men got in rhythm and started gaining speed, it was then that Kelly started screaming out. She could feel the orgasm building, something in her belly getting tight, her clit, her lips, every part of her sex tingling. She was fast approaching the wall, she just needed that perfect touch to send her over it head-first. Santa was deep in her when he felt her ass clench up, he couldn't hold back any longer, shooting his fiery, hot load deep in her ass. When she felt his cum jetting into her, the orgasm broke through, sending her shaking, screaming, and clawing anything she could get a hold of. The orgasm caused her pussy to start squeezing and releasing the boys cock with-out abandon. He only lasted a few more strokes before his own dick exploded deep in her. The boy stayed inside her, propping himself up against Santa's chair, while he caught his breath. He slowly slipped his dick out of her, and it made a satisfyingly wet sound as it came out. She shivered when he pulled out, as his cum seeped out of her and ran down Santa's cock. Santa picked her up until he was out of her, and then forced her to her weak legs. He slapped her ass once and said, "Well dear, did you like your gift?" "Oh, yes Santa. It was so much better than I had hoped for!" "Well then, put your clothes back on, then I must be on my way. It is nearly Christmas you know!" Kelly bent slowly to put her skirt back on, then pulled her sweater over her breasts. "You know," Santa said, "if you're a good girl between now and Christmas, there just might be another present for you on Christmas Eve." Kelly spun around to see Santa gone from his chair, and nowhere to be seen. Christmas Came Early 'Twas the week before Christmas... This really wasn't like me. I can feel my cheeks glowing again just thinking about it. It's like someone else took me over that day. Saying what I said, doing what I did....it's not that I regret it, and nobody got hurt, eh? In fact, it helped me get through that Christmas, and to get my head together into the new year. So, it was a positive thing. But it was a strange day all round. Brief as I can, this is me - I work at home, I'm a writer. Sometimes that means putting the final touches to a novel -- optimistically. Sometimes it means doing a travel piece for an airline magazine -- without ever going to the destination -- just to pay some bills. Google Earth and Wikipedia have helped put food on the table more than once. 6 months ago the father of my child tells me he's leaving. No real explanation, but I s'pose I could see it coming. So me and Hanna are rolling around a house with less furniture than before, and a nagging hollow in our lives. But we're a team, we get on with it all. And now it's coming up to Christmas, and via txt he drops this bomb -- 'Hanna with me xmas day? we goin to my mums. Nxt year with you, ok' Hmm. My world went silent. Silent and cold. He never was a particularly eloquent engineer of the written word. I spoke to Hanna; and after a lot of tears and hugging, she confessed that yes, she wanted to go. Fucking daughters and their fathers. I s'pose at her age I would done the same thing. Damn it hit me hard though. So -- not only did I have the task of trying to make our girls-only Christmas the best ever, but now I had to get it organised quicker too. Our day, would be Christmas Eve. I imagine you're the same as me -- some things you gotta go to a real shop for, but nowadays Amazon and Ebay make shopping sooo much easier. I was madly ordering stuff daily, from new twinkly lights, to the full size bike I knew she needed. When did bikes get so expensive? The credit card seemed to wince with every purchase. All that e-commerce meant almost daily deliveries arriving too. Like I said, I work at home; thank you cable internet. So being around for all the random package arrivals was no problem, aside from the odd tricky moment when you're in the shower. Or, I'm slightly ashamed to admit, once when you're having a midday private test with a toy you've bought as a guilty treat. Hey, some people take coffee breaks, that day I had a 'me' break, ok? Then, on December the 23nd, I got the most amazing, game changing email. Months before, a big publisher had sounded me out about a job, and I gathered my skirts and put on a good show. But I wasn't holding my breath, y'know? They'd just pick a 'name' as usual, and promise to keep me on file. Blaa blaa. The subject line read 'Welcome on board.' Scanning through my daily influx of junk nonsense, I almost missed it. Good job I was intrigued. The body copy started, 'Regarding the autobiography of **** ******, we confirm that we would like to engage you for the project. As agreed, the daily expenses for prior research/interviews will be.....' I stopped reading, and just sat open mouthed. Then a sound started to come out of me, a whimper at first, building into a full blown scream. I stood, my arms up finishing in two devil-horn gestures. I'd been picked to ghost-write the autobiography of a major, major footballer. I was gonna be freakin' rich! Well, pretty comfortable for a while. His name was enough to guarantee good sales, so as long as I did a decent job -- and hell I would -- then commissions should come in off the back of it. To say I was ecstatic was to not do it justice. So, can you see how that day suddenly became a little different? How you might be excused for, say, going off the rails just a bit? I had two 500 word film reviews to finish, and it was only 10.30 am, but I couldn't stop myself -- I was almost dancing around under the Christmas decorations. A smile was glued to my face. Even though I'd been absorbed in planning and buying all the gifts and festive fayre, I hadn't felt that jolly, to be honest. The thought of being alone on the actual day was quietly killing me. But now I felt overjoyed, even optimistic. It might only last a short while, but it had turned into the biggest day of my career, so screw it! I went off to the fridge and opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that had sat in there for a week. My routine generally was to get coffee first thing, and let it do it's work while bustling about getting Hanna ready and finally off to school. Then check the laptop, but not to really touch the thing. Because a shower and real clothes were next -- homeworker + no routine = a slob. As I said, that day I'd been hit by a brilliant tornado called 'Joy', so I enjoyed a glass of crisp wine, and luxuriated in my t shirt and dressing gown still. A little decadence, before the hard work on the book started. I will admit, I even started singing Christmas songs while bouncing around. The blinds were shut, who cares? The first glass seemed to disappear, so I refilled it. It had been a shitty year; I deserved that day. The second glass is going down well, and I'd moved onto torch songs by Queen. Top of my voice. Then, the doorbell goes. Shit. I pride myself in answering the door looking like a sane lady, so no one can snigger to their buddies about the 'loose woman' at number 12. And certainly not the neighbours, half of whom I'm sure think I live off welfare benefits -- you know; no man around, young kid, doesn't leave to go to a job. The bell rings again. Oh fuck. Putting the glass down, I tidy and tuck myself together as best I can in the mirror. After a deep breath, I walk to the front door. Flicking the locks, I half open it and look out. Oh no, it's him. Of course, it had to be him. With all the extra deliveries coming up to Christmas, most of the couriers had taken on temporary staff to deal with the rush. And this new guy had been a regular at my door for the last couple of weeks. Jeez, he was take-your-breath-away-gorgeous. Because he was rocking up to my house every couple of days it seemed, of course you get familiar. You talk, end up knowing a little bit about each other. That's natural, and polite. Was I a touch too eager with him? Maybe....having a young beautiful man on your doorstep regularly, who's oh so eager to help, was a treat; Ok? I'll freely admit it. Every time he handed over another package, his smiling face mouthed something about signing the dumb little electronic device.....but I was just looking at his lips. A few bits of stubble, he was probably too young to grow anything fuller. But rosy, happy lips, brought out even more with the nip in the air. Always like he was truly pleased to see you.....probably he was relieved I was in, so at least another successful delivery was crossed off his busy schedule. But he made that smile feel like it was just for me. And the fingers. Beautiful. Everytime he handed me a parcel I made sure my hand brushed against them -- they were long and fine, like a pianist. Sorry about the schoolgirl gushing, but it'd been a while, yeah? My final piece of defence, your honour, is he'd told me that he was only on a one month contract. After the last delivery on Christmas Eve, he was gone, I'd never see him again. Outta town, maybe out the country. Curse the young for their freedom. So, that morning, he stares at me a little startled. I had bed hair, and a fluffy dressing gown on, not my regulation jeans and baggy sweat top. He got over himself swiftly, offering, 'Mrs Pittman, good morning! Christmas is one day away!' Yep, he could read address labels, he knew my name, but not my new title. And he had manners, but obviously recognised a half dressed woman when he saw one. I never did find out his name by the way. Then he smiled at me. Bastard....I was high on emotion that day, and his smile knocked me even further off axis than I was already. It was chilly, but maybe because he'd be in and out of the van all day, he only wore the company shirt on top. Like I was coming out of hibernation, I groggily lifted my eyes up to his and said, 'Well, for some of us Christmas is tomorrow. But hey, let's not go into that - how are you?' 'I'm great ma'am, but jeez it's colder than I thought,' he laughed. He wore a scarf around his neck, with 'Noel' embroidered many times into it. I watched his breath linger in the air. 'Got two packages for you today, one's pretty big, hold on a sec.' He went to the van, and slid open the door. As he walked away, I stared at the jeans cradling his butt. Damn, this boy just got better and better. He brought back a small carton first, maybe the whisky taster set for my Mum (don't ask); then went and struggled to free a huge item from within. Oh, Hanna's bike, thank the lord. I admit I simply took in the contortions and images of his body from the doorstep. Manfully, he brought it to my door, and not letting go said, 'Can I bring this in for you, it's a little cumbersome, y'know?' Look, my blood was running hotter than usual now....I was feeling like that day was destined to be my private happy day -- does that explain it a little more? 'Oh that would be lovely, just bring it through to the living room, that's where I'm gonna try and wrap it.' He rotates the long package sideways to fit into the corridor, and strides into my house, with me directing him verbally as he goes. Without thinking, I close the front door behind us. He's dutifully stood in my lounge near the sparkly tree, and after scanning around, I tell him the best spot to put it down. We smile at each other, a job well done, and he says, 'Oh, sorry Mrs Pittman, just gotta go get the signature machine from the van.' Remember, I was past normal by now. 'It's Ms Pittman, yeah? And seeing as you're here more than my cat, I think you can call me Angie.' He stopped, and looked at me a touch unsure. 'Er, ok, Angie. I just need your signature for the system, yeah?' 'Sure.' He smiled at me again -- maybe that was when my mind finally snapped -- and started to move past me to the door. Unconsciously I raised a hand to his chest, and slid it under the scarf. He stopped close in front of me, my fingertips resting on the few wispy curls above the final button. I'll never understand how this came out of my mouth, but I looked up and said, 'Perhaps, you could stay for a while?' He just looked into me, dumbstruck. Eventually came, 'Um, well....er....Mrs....' I was so far into my femme fatale weirdness by now, that I threw off my prior self like an old coat. I reached up and placed my finger on his faltering mouth. 'It's Angie, like I said. I know this is a little weird, but I think all my parcels are here now, and I've had some good news today. So, I feel like celebrating, y'know?' At that my other hand loosened my robe so it fell open. The t shirt was an old one that had shrunk in the wash, so it clung to my chest, and finished high above my bare pussy. His wide eyes cast down me, taking the offer in. Poor lamb, I don't think he signed up to his seasonal job thinking he'd have to deal with this. His mouth moved a few times, but no sound came out. At last, still staring at my pubes, he was just about able to form a sentence. 'Mrs....Angie, it's Christmas....er, I've got so many drop off's to make....and,' At this point he swallowed and looked into my eyes again. 'And I'm sure it's against the rules.' I smiled at first, then let out a soft laugh. I raised my mouth nearer his ear, 'Today, Santa's little helper, fuck the rules. I don't want you for long, I just want you inside me.' I flashed my sweetest cheeky grin, and simply turned and led him out by the shirt. I didn't want any more negotiation. To be honest I was so freaked by what I'd just said, I probably couldn't keep this act up unless I toughed it out, and quickly. I'd shrugged off the robe, and as I climbed the stairs with my prize in tow, I could almost feel his eyes burning into my ass cheeks. Yeah I've got a young daughter, but I still work on looking good. Even more so after Mr Dickhead waltzed off. So I was pretty sure Courier Boy was getting a decent view. We reached the landing, and I led him into the bedroom. Not wanting to turn this into a farce, I didn't throw him on the bed. Instead I motioned with my hand and said, 'Lie down.' Coming forward, I loosened his scarf, and dropped it on the floor. I'll never know if he was secretly into this 'dominant MILF' thing (and I've never ever tried to be dominant before), or he was just petrified....but bless him climbed onto the bed. To get what I wanted, I just knew that I had to throw everything out the window, and tell him what to do. Our time would be brief, so I left my t shirt on, and placed a knee on the bed next to his shoulder. I threw the other knee over him, so my mound was above his face. Looking down at his appreciative eyes, I held onto the headboard, and lowered my lips down to him. 'Lick me,' I said. By now he was either resigned to his fate or he was starting to enjoy himself -- because he lent up a little and traced the tip of his nose across and down my lips, then back up to my clit. I'm pretty sure that's when my first drip fell on him. Jeez, my body had waited far too long for a moment like this. To feel someone else's touch again, to not be in manual control of every move. His warm tongue reached out and touched me, gently caressing my folds. I let out a little cry, and gripped the headboard tightly for a second. He massaged me, explored my flesh. Then he snaked that muscular tongue up inside me, pushing until his chin was hard against me. He held firm, licking up deep into me. Stronger moans came from deep in my chest, and his smeared face dug into my skin. Withdrawing his tongue, he must have discovered some boldness, because I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the curves at first, then at last gripping my cheeks down onto his face. Finally, he traced his tip over my clit. Pangs of electricity burst out inside me. My legs nearly gave up, and I must have uttered a noise that sounded as if I was in pain. Far from it; I was lost in raw pleasure. Aware that I was tender, he lapped away at my bud lightly, the waves rolling up and down with his motion. My eyes were shut tight, as were my fists on my anchor point. He kept sweetly doing what he was doing, but making sure my little nerve centre got the licks and flicks it was craving. Soon -- almost too soon - I could feel a very long overdue man-induced orgasm start to build. I let him carry on pleasuring me for as long as I could take, then pulled my hips up and away from him, my thighs trembling slightly. 'Stop.' I said. Poor lad, he looked at my glowing face and started to say, 'But....' I put my finger to his lips before he could utter another word. 'Sssh. Just do as I say.' I gingerly put a foot on the floor, hoping my muscles would work, and levered myself up. 'Move over, it's my turn to lie down' He obliged, and my back down descended onto the soft bed spread. Breathing deeply, I relaxed my thighs so they were spread wide, my bent knees out at right angles to my torso. Some women cum easier on top, or on all fours. I love the sensation of a man above me, pleasing himself inside whilst grinding down onto my clit. I get off on the size and weight of a man's body covering me, taking me. He was staring at my body, laid out for him. I had to say, 'I think it's time to get your cock out now.' He snapped back into reality, half-mouthed a 'Sorry,' at me, then proceeded to lose his boots, jeans, shorts and shirt in a faster time than I thought possible. He knelt on the bed between my legs, his cock pulsing, almost pointing up at the ceiling. I drank this gorgeous sight in for a few moments, and my fingers voluntarily sought out my nipples. Rolling and pinching them through the thin cotton, I looked into his eyes and murmured, 'Fuck me.' His reticence had all gone. He lurched forward, placing his palms above and either side of my head. His hot smooth cockhead nestled against my lips, and with a few sways of his hips, he'd covered it in my juice. I reached a hand down between us, and held his shaft. God it felt good; but this was not the time to linger -- I guided it down to the right spot, and fed the tip inside. He needed no instruction, and pushed into me. In one move, he slid his entire length upwards til it rested against my deepest flesh. The feeling of a cock within me at last almost pushed me over the edge. Being opened up, having a warm, hard human being inside me was heaven. My muscles gripped him, and even he gasped. His balls rested against my ass, and he relaxed down onto his elbows. His chest was against mine, our hips locked together. He slowly pulled back his cock, almost so he left me; then thrust forward. I cried out, and gripped the bed spread tight in my fists. His rhythm was strong but not frantic. Again and again, sliding back so only his tip was in me, then powering into me full. Little twists of his hips just drove my clit even wilder, and I knew I would not last much longer. I started to buck against him, milking every last sensation from his motion. For better purchase, I wrapped my legs around his back. Everytime he rocked forward a groan came from the back of my throat, and I reached my hand behind his head. I gripped a handful of hair, and made him look into my eyes. It was hard to speak, but I just about managed an audible, 'I want you to cum. Just use me.' At that he upped his speed, using my inner flesh to bring himself to climax. My body tensed under him, then all my pent up sensation burst in one huge release. Then another, and another. I was shuddering, and spasming tight onto his cock. That's when he arched his head back, drove hard into me, and let out a strangled growl. I felt him erupt deep inside. I still had hold of his hair, and as we panted, I pulled his mouth down onto mine. We kissed with a hunger, and he still ebbed back and forth, as smaller tremors continued within us both. Spent, he rolled off me. We breathed deep, slowly calming. He looked over at me, and I met his eye and smiled. I couldn't help myself; I said, 'Merry fucking Christmas.' Once he'd gathered himself, he glanced at me with a slightly pained look. He'd be behind on his deliveries by now. Taking his hand I grinned and said, 'It's ok, you can go now.' He quickly dressed, then stood, again holding my eyes for permission to run away in this ungentlemanly manner. I stood, picked the scarf off the floor, and tied it around his neck. I leant up and kissed his beautiful mouth one last time. Ruffling the back of his head, I whispered, 'Go. You have gifts to bring to people.' He smiled, and left. Hanna and I had a great, great Christmas. I was told that I was, 'In the best mood I'd been for months!' Thank you child. One day you'll understand. Mr Dickhead picked her up at 8 am the next morning, and it was all ok y'know? You can catch up on a lot of work on Christmas Day, and then watch great movies lying half drunk on the couch. Still, I can't help but wonder if he might take a delivery job again next Christmas?? Dang, I never did sign for that bike..... Season's greetings, to you one and all.