Chained Melodies
The Turning Tides of Time White Christmas Candles in the Breeze The Portal Agony Aunt The Crystal Ball Toy Story All the Nice Girls Love a Sailor Pocahontas: The Alternate Story He came. She saw. She conquered. The Mistress The Punishment Confessions of a Phone-sex Girl
"I wonder how that could have happened?" David grinned. His fingers began to play with my nipple and I gasped. He nuzzled the back of my neck. "David, stop it! What about the kids? And anyway ... Santa's beard tickles!" "Don't worry about the kids. Your mother rang when you were out. She's taking them to Santa's grotto and they won't be back for another hour at least. And talking about grottos..." I was aware that David's hand was traveling slowly up my thigh. I held my breath in anticipation as I felt him pushing aside my panty elastic. His fingers brushed against my clit and I moaned softly. Then he began to massage me. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo until my whole body teetered on the brink. And then he stopped. I screamed out in frustration, "Don't stop!" Ignoring my pleas, David pushed me gently off his lap and stood up. "I think it's time you unwrapped your present," he smiled. I watched as he slowly undid the sash of his costume and slipped it off. I couldn't believe my eyes. Underneath it, David was stark naked. But that wasn't what made me stare open-mouthed. It was the sight of my present. Adorned with a bright red ribbon, carefully tied with a neat bow, it stood proud and rampant before me. I burst out laughing. David looked hurt. "Hey, don't laugh at him. It upsets his feelings!" He grinned. "Besides which, I'd be very grateful if you'd unwrap it as quickly as possible. I think I may have made a slight miscalculation. It's ... um ... quite painful, actually." I could see what he meant. The blood engorged tip was an angry purple. David had forgotten to leave sufficient room for expansion and the super tight bow seemed to have turned itself into some sort of tourniquet. The trouble was ... the more I fumbled with the ribbon ... the worse the problem got. By this time, David was jumping about, half in agony and half in ecstasy. "Keep still!" I yelled. "If I don't get it off soon, you're going to Bobbit yourself!" This didn't seem to calm him at all. And my suggestion to get the scissors didn't help much either. "You should have used sticky tape instead," I said. "Though, thinking about it ... perhaps not!" David groaned. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I planned on giving you a Christmas surprise gift." "The surprise part of it worked! Though, technically speaking, you haven't actually given it to me yet!" I giggled. "I'm glad one of us can still laugh about this. If you can't get the damn ribbon off, then I'm not likely too, am I?!!" "Well ... my fingers aren't strong enough. Wait a sec, I've got an idea. Try and hold still a minute." I sank to my knees in front of him. "What are you doing?! I..." David's words were cut off in midstream as my lips brushed against the hypersensitive tip of his cock. He screeched. "Oops, sorry! Accident! I'm trying to get it off with my teeth." "Get it off in what sense?" David asked through clenched lips. "Well ... I suppose either sense would work!" As I tried to grip the elusive material between my teeth, David grasped hold of my head, his face a grimaced mask. The thought crossed my mind that if anyone had been staring in through the bedroom window, they would have thought he was getting the best blowjob of his life! I decided it would be wiser not to share the thought with David. My idea didn't seem to be working but, just as I was about to give up, I felt the material giving. With a couple of tugs, which produced some very unseasonable oaths from David, the strands of silk finally parted. "Well ... I've unwrapped it. What now?!" Cupping his injured body part in his hands, David groaned, "God, that smarts!" "Want me to kiss it better?" I smiled. "Not just yet. I don't think I could take it." He sank down onto the bed, cradling his wounded pride. "I think you may have to wait for your Christmas present." I felt quite sorry for him. But the sight of his huge erection, battle scarred though it was, had made me incredibly horny. "But Santa!" I pouted. "I thought you said I was a good girl? I want my present now!" David looked up at me helplessly. I could see that the spirit was willing; it was just the flesh that was indisposed. I decided he needed a helping hand. "Perhaps Santa actually prefers bad girls," I said pensively. "Let's see, shall we?" And I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. Slipping it off my shoulders, I unclipped my bra, releasing my full breasts. David watched me with glazed eyes. I saw his cock twitch, and he winced, but I wasn't going to show him any sympathy. I began to fondle myself, my fingers lingering on my taut nipples. Then I unzipped my skirt, stepping out of it to stand before him clad only in a brief pair of black satin panties. He gulped. Bending over him, I brushed my nipples along his cheeks. It was too much for him. Reaching up, he pulled me down onto the bed. His lips encircled my nipple and his tongue flickered against it. His other hand had now found out exactly how wet I was and he pulled me on top of him. As he slipped inside me, he groaned. At first he moved cautiously, but as his arousal grew, he ignored the discomfort he was obviously feeling and began to thrust into me, his fingers rubbing my clit and nipple. I could feel my climax building and I could hold it in no longer. I screamed as I came. With a few last desperate thrusts, David joined me. At last I'd finally gotten my Christmas present, and it was well worth waiting for! | ||
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