My Sexy Christmas Gift (L)

This post contains strong language (L).

I headed downstairs after getting Matthew to bed.  The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree shone bright, and my cock throbbed in anticipation.  I saw wrapped gifts under the tree and, walking to the other side, found Mary Beth lying on her back with a ribbon running up between her legs and around her breasts, finished in a fancy bow.  She panted as I knelt at her feet.

I lifted each foot and rubbed it, making her squirm and moan.  (She is incredibly ticklish, yet she loves a good foot massage.)  I rubbed the soles and each toe, then pressed her feet together around my cock.  As I slid my cock in and out between her feet, she wiggled and tossed her head side to side, squealing.  Then I lifted her legs and licked up and down her calves and around her ankles, noticing the sweet smell of her lotion.  My eyes locked on hers as I licked up the sole of her right foot, then kissed each toe.

Mary Beth moaned, gasped, and arched her back, biting down hard on her fingers to help muffle the sounds of her excitement.  I continued over to her other foot to do the same, smelling her arousal as she tried to spread her legs.  But I held her legs firmly, keeping them closed as I licked around her toes and suckled them.

As Mary Beth thrashed, I could see her thighs shining with wetness; the smell intoxicated me.  Without further delay, I yanked her legs wide open   The ribbon had soaked through, and her legs were covered with sweet nectar.   I rubbed her pussy through the wet fabric, pressing hard against her clit.

“Fuck me, please, baby.  Take me,” Mary Beth begged.  She moaned and arched against my palm, attempting to gain some friction.

I lightly slapped down on her pussy, and she jumped and squealed.  “You’re not ready yet, my slutty girl,” I told her with a grin.

Her eyes opened wide at my use of such a taboo term, but it seemed to turn her on.  “Yes, YES!” she moaned as I slapped her grosgrain-bedecked pussy again.  “Get your slut ready to fuck.”

I reached down and pulled the damp ribbon from between her thighs, then reached up to tug off the upper bow, which was already dampening with her leaking milk.  I gazed at her smooth pussy, pulsing before me with its juices coating the protruding lips.  They called to me for more intimate attention.

Lowering myself between Mary Beth’s bent knees, I pursed my lips and softly blew against those damp lower lips.  She shivered and moaned, so I did it again before opening my mouth to exhale warmer breath across her mound, then repeated the cooler breeze.

“Please,” she begged, “touch me.  Let me feel you.”

So I returned my palm to cover her, but Mary Beth couldn’t hold still.  She twitched her hips, seeking more stimulation.  In truth, she was more than ready—but  I wasn’t.  I wanted to watch her squirm and cause her every pleasure I could imagine before taking my own.  I lazily stroked my glossy “present” with my fingertips, asking how it felt.

“More,” Mary Beth whimpered.  “I need more.”

As I petted her and watched, juices collected at the edges of her opening and oozed down her crack.  Slowly, I slid my middle finger into that wet hole, palm down, and curled it a bit.  As it slid in and out, the pad of my finger ran along the floor of her tunnel while the arched knuckle’s trajectory took it directly across her G-spot.

Mary Beth began to shake violently, her ass rapidly bouncing a few centimeters off the carpet.  Then her legs contracted until her heels rested on my shoulders.  I say rested, but she took no rest, instead earnestly pulling my face toward the feast before it.

With my finger still at work shallowly plunging her vagina, my lips now closed around h r erect clitoris.  But I only kissed it lightly.  Though I knew she wanted rougher treatment and a quick release, I had learned that she could reach greater heights of euphoria if I took my time.

So I kissed and pulled my face away slightly until her heels brought me back.  This time, I licked to one side of her slit, digging the tip of my tongue into the fold and following it up to the top, then waiting for her next tug to address the other side.  With each pull, I kissed or licked or sucked a different area of her vulva.  All the while, I rubbed her inside—top and bottom—with my finger.  At some point, I added a second finger and spread them in a curved V. This took my knuckles to either side of her G-spot, and the change instantly affected her cries.  They began to rise in pitch if not volume, and I knew my woman would s on cum.

And cum she did!  Her feet dropped from my shoulders and planted on the floor, propelling her hips upward and her pussy hard against my face.  I took my cue and latched—precariously, due to her thrashing—onto her clit, sucking for all I was worth.  She pumped against me with each contraction, and I lightened my suction with each succeeding squeeze of her thighs until she settled to the floor beneath me, quenched.

I looked up into her eyes and saw them shining with love and gratitude.

“Now you,” she s id weakly.

I shook my head.  “Rest,” I said as I took up a new position in the crook of her arm.  Nuzzling her nearer breast, so firm and full of milk, I hummed contentedly and kissed it.

Mary Beth turned to face me, bringing her nipple to my mouth.  Her orgasm had triggered another letdown, and milk dripped steadily from its tip.  “You can help me with this now.” Drops of breastmilk pattered onto my lips.

I licked up the droplets, then opened my mouth wide and circled her areola firmly with the tip of my tongue.  Having watched Matthew as he nursed (and practiced quite a bit myself), I now adeptly latched on to her engorged breast but took care that my tongue protected the tender flesh from my teeth.  With rhythmic pressure and suction, I began to draw her life-giving nectar from its cistern into my mouth and swallow, and she murmured her approval.

With a little wiggle, Mary Beth repositioned so that her thighs sandwiched my still-hard cock.  She began to move her hips forward and back, effecting a slight massage of my shaft and head, and without my full realization, I started to reciprocate, thrusting between her silky wet thighs as I nursed at her breast.  Soon, I could no longer draw a mouthful of milk with each suckle, so I switched to the other without breaking the rhythm of my hips.  I wanted to relieve the pressure on both sides before finding my release in her.

When her letdown had subsided, Mary Beth gently pressed her breast near the corner of my mouth and broke the seal of my lips so that she could withdraw comfortably.  Still cuddled in the crook of her arm, I held the globe in my palm and looked up at her with hunger.

“Now, please.”

Those were the only words I wanted to hear, and she delivered them with such finality that I hastened to comply.  In one continuous movement, I turned her on her back and rose to my knees between her legs.  I let her knees fall to the sides, opening her as wide as I could, then applied light pressure on her inner thighs to increase the tension.  Finally, I pressed my cockhead firmly against her pussy.

Mary Beth arched her back and moaned as I gripped her thighs and pre sed forward until my head entered her.  Then I reached with one hand over to the nearby couch and stacked three large throw pillows next to her hip.  With my cockhead still in her pussy, I lifted Mary Beth and slid the pillows under her, raising her hips about a foot off the ground.

Now her weight rested on her shoulders, and her softened tits fell back against her cheeks and chin.  In this position, her cervix also shifted upward and allowed my cock to slide in deeper.  Slowly, I stretched her, letting her feel every throbbing vein of my cock.  When her pussy clenched tightly around me, I stopped and let her adjust, struggling not to plunge in and fill her.  Her fluttering eyelids and sigh as she relaxed around me let me know I could proceed.

Once I was fully inserted, Mary Beth started gr ding on my cock, driving us both crazy.  I shook, my cock aching to release with only that slight movement, but after such a long evening of giving, I was ready to take.  With a groan, I began to thrust—not gently, not with the patience and restraint I had hitherto shown, but like a madman.  Far too soon, I came with a roar.  At first, I plunged deep but then pulled back some to fill her lovely pussy to overflowing.  Then, panting and moaning, I slowly pushed back into her, making my cum squirt out around my cock and slide down us both.

Mary Beth reached down with one hand and slid her middle finger between us to scoop some up and bring it to her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” I praised her as she slid the cummy finger between her lips and sucked it clean.  “Not just my slut but my CUM  ut.”

She pouted at me, but I just chuckled.  Apparently, naughty words lost their power after I’d satisfied her, but her subsequent actions proved my characterization fair.

Mary Beth rolled off the pillows and knelt beside me as I flopped on my back in her place.  Catching my copious load as it dribbled out of her, she rubbed it all over her body, then brought her fingers to her mouth again.  Then she lifted a breast to her lips and suckled, washing down my cum with her milk before lying down beside me.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” she whispered as she wrapped her body against mine.

I snagged the sofa blanket, and we snuggled there till sunrise.