Merry Funcking Christmas
It was Christmas Eve and I was alone. Not just alone but pittifully
lonely. I couldn't stay home, my wife of 8 years had
just left me for another man and everything I saw reminded
me of her. I had already trashed all of my pictures of her
but it was her that had decorated the house and the memories
were just too strong. So, I decided to see if I could find
a place to drown my sorrows.
It was 7:00 and the town was dead. I drove by one of my old watering
holes and saw that it was open so I stopped. Walking into
the lounge, I noticed it was nearly empty. Jack, the bartender
was behind the bar looking at a magazine. There was only
one customer.
A woman wasIt was Christmas Eve and I was alone. Not just
alone but pittifully lonely. I couldn't stay home,
my wife of 8 years had just left me for another man and everything
I saw reminded me of her. I had already trashed all of my pictures
of her but it was her that had decorated the house and the
memories were just too strong. So, I decided to see if I find
a place to drown my sorrows.
It was 7:00 and the town was dead. I drove by one of my old watering
holes and saw that it was open so I swung into the parking
lot. Walking into the lounge, I noticed it was nearly empty.
Jack, the bartender was behind the bar looking at a magazine.
There was only one customer.
A woman was seated at the end of the bar. She was dressed in
a faded pair of jeans and baggy sweater. Her elbows were
on the bar and she looked like she was trying to decypherthe
mysteries of the Margarita in front of her--staring deeply
into the glass.
I sat down and ordered a scotch. She looked up as though she
didn't hear me come in, stared at me, expressionless
for a full five count and then went back to contemplating
her drink. "Merry Christmas" I said. She looked
up again and said, "Yeah, Merry Fucking Christmas."
It was then I noticed that her eyes were red and her makeup
a little smeared. She had been crying.
"Hey, " I said, "no one should be alone
on Christmas. Tell you what, let me buy your next drink."
She picked up her glass and downed half of it in one swallow.
Wiping her mouth, she said, "You got it." I motioned
to Jack and he fixed her another and freshened my scotch.
I moved over and set next to her.
"I'm Griff, " I said. "Alicia, "
she replied.
"So, Alicia, what are you doing all alone on Christmas?"
"Trying to forget my loser boyfriend. I came home
and caught him with my girlfriend. I sure am going to miss
her." I chuckled.
"I'm kinda of in the same boat. My wife left me
for a man she works with. I came here to drink her away. Tell
you what. What do you say, we forget them both together?"
"Good Deal! Don't go anywhere, I gotta tinkle."
She stood up to go to the bathroom and stumbled. I reached
out to catch her by the arm and my hand brushed a firm breast.
Catching her, I said "Hey. How many of those have you
had?"
"Just one." I glanced at Jack and he was shaking
his head. He held up three fingers. She didn't see this.
"Tell you what, Alicia, why don't you let me drive
you home. You could probably use a nice hot cup of coffee?
I'll make it."
"Well, alright, " she winked, "but I
have to warn you, I never do anal on a first date."
"Wow, " I thought, "this sugar is either
really drunk or really horny, maybe a little of both."
I waited for her while she went to the ladies room. When she
came out, she was staggering a little less. I noticed that
she had washed the makeup off her face. The cold water had
sobered her up some. We walked to the door. Halfway out she
put her arm around me. At first I thought it was to steady
herself, until her hand slid down and cupped my ass cheek
through my tight denims.
"Merry Fucking Christmas, " I thought to myself.
"Holy Jesus, Mary and Joeseph!"
We got in my car and she gave me directions. At the first light
I reached over and put my hand on her thigh. She opened her
legs wider and I moved my hand to the crotch of her jeans,
and slid my fingers down until I was cupping her mound. I
could feel the heat coming through. The light changed and
I had to put both hands back on the wheel to make a turn.
Halfway down the next block I started to reach back over
but met her hand coming toward me. She moved my hand back
to the wheel and took hold of my growing bulge and started
to massage. That was all it needed for me to get fully hard.
I squirmed to try to readjust my package. She leaned over
and whispered in my ear, "Awwwww Does someone want
to come out and play?"
I couldn't answer. My mouth had gone dry. She took my
zipper and started to pull it down. My position was wrong
so I slid my ass forward a little and it went the rest of the
way. Her slim fingers found their way inside and then to
the fly of my boxers. Flesh touched flesh and I flinched.
Fishing she pulled and circled her petite hand around my
purple dick head and began to lightly squeeze. My precum
lubricated her palm and she stroked the under ridge of my
cock with her slick palm. All the while she was kissing my
neck and tounging my ear. I nearly lost control.
"We're here, " I rasped, pulling up in
front of her house and stopping. She removed her hand and
licked my juice from her palm. Before I knew what was happening,
she started frenching me with her mouth wide open and a tounge
like a liquid snake. I tasted my own precum for the first
time. She got out her side and I got out and locked the car.
Turning toward the car so no one could see, I stuffed myself
back into my Levi's and zipped up. Walking a little
bent-over, I followed her to the door.
When I got to the stoop, she was opening the door. I followed
her in and she walked over to the couch and plopped down at
the end. I walked in and went over to where she was sitting.
"Where's your kitchen?" I asked.
She pouted, "Why?"
"Damn, I want to chew that bottom lip!" I thought,
but I said, "Because I'm going to make you that
cup of coffee I promised."
Sticking out her lip even further and giving me puppy dog
eyes she said, "O.K. Through that door."
I went to the kitchen, found the instant coffee, got two
cups and filled them with water. I put them in the microwave
and started it. It had only been running for a few seconds
when suddenly she moved up behind. She pressed against
me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She pressed her
breasts against my back and slid her hands down to my crotch.
My cock was straining at the fabric firmly outlined. With
one hand she started stroking me through the denim while
the other hand went to my inner thigh and urged my legs further
apart.
I had had enough. "Fuck the coffee, " I muttered.
"No, " she whispered close to my ear. "FORGET
the coffee! Fuck ME!"
She turned and started out of the kitchen and down the hall,
pulling off her sweater as she went. The sweater fell in
a heap outside the bathroom. The bra landed on the floor
in the bedroom doorway. My shirt joined it.
When I stepped into the bedroom she was sitting on the edge
of her king-size bed. Her shoes were off and she was unbuttoning
her jeans. She lay back, put her heels on the edge, raised
her ass up off the bed, and slipped her jeans down and over
her knees. She laid her head sideways to look at me around
her raised knees and said, "I have your Christmas
present over here, but first you have to finish unwrapping
it."
I dropped my jeans to the floor, stepped out of them and over
to the side of the bed. I reached down and pulled her pants
the rest of the way off and tossed them over to rest on top
of mine. Turning back, I moved her feet apart and spread
her knees like wings. She was beautiful.
Her long red hair was sprayed on the bed around her head.
Bright green eyes glinted at me in a wanton look of passion
and desire. Full red lips were parted with a glimpse of pearly
white teeth. Her long slender neck was acccentuated by
a fine gold chain. She was pale with small freckles. Round,
firm, C cup breasts rose and fell as her she breathed shallow
in anticipation of the action to come. One hand lightly
stroked a hard pink nipple--both were at attention. Her
waist was plump without being too skinny or too fat and the
freckled skin dissapeareed into the pink cotton panties
she was wearing--her mound pressing voluptiously against
the fabric.
Reaching down, I took hold of the elastic band, she lifted
her ass and I slid her panties off her firm ass, up to her knees
and down to her ankles. I took them from her feet and tossed
them over to land on top of our jeans. They looked good there--like
they belonged.
Turning back I gazed directly into the "v" of
her legs. She was shaved and her slit showed no sign of an
opening. I would soon solve that problem. I reached down,
took her by the hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.
Kneeling on the floor beside of the bed, I hooked her heels
over my shoulders, and looked up at her. She had her head
raised and was looking down at me between her twin orbs.
"Is this my present?" I asked. Her lips parted,
but she simply nodded.
"Well it looks like candy. I think I'll just go
ahead and eat some. But first, I still have to open the box."
I put my palms on her inner thighs right below the venus mound
and spread her further. Leaning in, I began with the whole
flat of my tounge to slowly lick the outside of her lips and
clitoral bulge.
She sighed deeply. I ran my tongue around the top of her slit
in little circles and then back down to the bottom of her
slit and started back up again. She sighed again and I could
feel her labia start to swell and slowly part. Her heat greeted
my face and her scent filled my nose and head. I took my thumbs
and parted her wider and I looked into the most beautiful
pussy I had ever seen. It was very pink, and very moist. I
was leaking precum heavily. The head of her clit was sticking
out from the hood. I gave it a little flick with my tongue,
and she flinched and gave a little gasp. Still holding her
wide open, I dipped my tounge into her wet hole.
"Damn, " I thought, "it's tight
on my tongue. She's gonna squeeze my dick to death!"
I swirled my tounge around, swimming in her juices. My nose
was brushing her clit and I was sipping her nectar. She began
to moan. Flattening my tounge once again I slowly dragged
it back up to her clit and began to bathe it with her own juices.
She was now beginning to soak my beard. My mustache was already
drenched and her fragrance filled every part of me down
to my straining cock.
I started kissing and knibbling her swollen button with
my puckered lips. I slid one, then two fingers inside her
and began to twist them and slide them in and out.
"Oh, Ohh, Ohhh, " she began to moan. I slid my
fingers out and sucked them clean and then buried my face
firmly against her hot pussy. I ran my hands up and down her
sides from armpits to hips. I ran little circles around
her clit with my tounge and started to caress her rising
and falling tits. I would brush the nipples and then go back
to cup the sides and then brush the nipples again. I pulled
her clit between my lips and began to suck it like it was a
minature cock. I took her nipples between forefinger and
thumb and squeezed and twisted.
To say she climaxed would be like saying Old Faithful was
a water fountain. She Erupted!! She started to quiver,
then shake. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me
into her gash so hard I couldn't breath. All I could
do was hold my breath and drink the gushing fluids that were
flowing into my mouth and over my beard.
She pushed her ass up hard against my face and started to
hump uncontrollably. Then she was over the top. Shaking
out of control her legs sotod out straight in the air and
convulsed madly.
"Oh God! Oh God, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming I'm
CUMMING!!!!!" She pushed my head away violently
and I sat back on my haunches.
Gasping for air, I watched her pat her pussy with the palm
of her hand as though she was trying to soothe an excited
dog. I wiped my beard and began to stroke my impatient cock
while I watched her orgasm subside.
She slid back up on the bed. I stood up and got on the bed on
my knees and positioned myself between her wide spread
legs. She was still quivering. I moved the tip of my dick
up and down her slit, brushing her clit and lubricating
it with her juices. She was drenched.
"Here we go, " I rasped. Her eyes were tightly
clenched.
"Yes, Robert, " she moaned, " Fuck me,
Bobby!"
I stopped all movement.
"Open your eyes!" I commanded.
She realized what she had said and opened her eyes. They
looked into mine full of fear and desire.
"My name is Griff! I SAID" I repeated, "My
name is Griff!" She nodded--looking scared.
"Then what is it?" I said.
"Griff, " she whispered.
"Again!"
"Griff, " she repeated, louder. The fear was
subsiding and was being replaced by lust.
"Don't close your eyes!" I ordered. "What
do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me." she was whispering again.
"Yes??" I said
"Fuck me now, " louder.
"Really???"
"Yes Oh Please God Yes, Fuck Me Now!"
"'Fuck Me, Who'"
"Griff, " she moaned. Oh please Griff, Fuck
me, I need your COCK in me Griff. Fuck Me!"
I reached back down and moved the head of my leaking dick
to her pussy hole and started pushing it in. She was tight
as a virgin.
The clock in the other room began to chime midnight. It was
Christmas Day. The clock stopped just as I hit bottom. Our
crotches tight together. Me on my elbows, her tits pressed
hard against my hairy chest. My cock swelled and her pussy
tightened up to hold me motionless. I looked into her sparkling,
lust-crazed eyes.
"Merry Fucking Christmas, Baby!" I groaned
and kissed her deeply.
THE END.
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