Monday, December 24, 2007

T'was the night before Christmas and all through my pussy...

It was Christmas eve, 1992. I was in grad school and between boyfriends. Every now and then I would encounter this nice young man in the library. It started with smiles, then small talk. I could tell he was shy, and he was very cute. He cut such a nice figure in his jeans and leather jacket. He had one of those strong chins that you can't buy from the plastic surgeon.

So I didn't go home that year, and I was kind of feeling sorry for myself. I stopped by a bookstore and was browsing through the poetry section...and there was my young man. The store was emptying out but we lingered, talking. I could tell he was attracted to me, too. But he wouldn't make a move.

I just kept edging closer as we talked, and soon we were right against each other. I raised my head to his and he kissed me. It was tentative. I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me for a longer kiss...tongues wrestled...he had the sweetest breath. He opened my parka and caressed my breasts, ran his hands inside my denim-encased thighs. Pushing my pelvis against him I could feel his erection. We continued making out until the owner, an old hippie, told us to "get a room."

Back at my apartment, we left the proverbial trail of clothes to my bed. He was indeed an Adonis, but still so shy. I just laid him down, grabbed that cock sticking up like a thick fuck-me flagpole and slid him inside. I was already so wet. We kept kissing madly. I rode him only a few times before he gave a loud moan and bucked hard against me.

He started apologizing but I just kissed him, brushed back his hair and still riding. I could feel his semen tricking out with each stroke. My clit found the hard spot on his pelvis and I just kept going, his softening cock still in me, until my orgasms overtook him. I think my screaming scared him at first.

Yes, he was a virgin. Later I made us dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and our life stories, and we fucked all night long in every position. It wasn't long before he was fucking me doggy for what seemed like an hour, jus like an experienced stud. In the morning, a fresh blanket of snow had fallen.

4 comments:

The Fellatrix said...

Yet another wonderful post! I never get tired of coming here ...

zak the lurker said...

awwww it is so romantic.. really.. I could visualize the whole thing..

thanks

merry xmas

Bill said...

I bet that kid remembers that for the rest of his life. Lucky bastard.

Pete from Cal said...

wow!!! that was definitely a cheer me up Xmas story... too bad I didn't read it before the holidays... it'd definitely lift my spirit and other things... :D Thanks....