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Early Christmas Presents
I bought Amelia an early Christmas present. Bright white sheets, matching pillow cases, and two plump pillows. She seemed pleased.
"But I don't have an early Christmas present for you," she said.
"We could improvise," I replied. "But first you need to try these out."
I stripped off the sheets in the guest bedroom. I stripped off Amelia's clothing. I arranged her on the pillows, one for her shoulders, one under her bottom. "Now show me how you masturbate," I told her.
She gave me an eek sort of grin.
"Seriously," I said. "I want to see. That can be my early Christmas present. I want you to be really naughty. I want to watch you make yourself come."
"You're sure?" Amelia's eyes said, and then she started playing with her tits. She has lovely breasts, not too big and not too small. Her fingers circled her pale pink nipples. The sensitive nipple flesh pushed up from her puffy halos. Amelia glanced at me, a shy smile. I smiled reassuringly back.
One of her hands drifted down to her smooth mound. Her prominent clit peeked from between the folds. Her forefinger edged into the notch. Slowly, tentatively, she stroke the clit's pudgy hood, drawing it up, pressing it back. Her hips lifted slightly, lifted and receded, again and again, as if on the crests of gentle waves. The motion of her hips and the play of her fingers made her labia open. Her hole was already glistening with sex juice. She moaned soft and low. Her hand dipped lower. Her forefinger smoothed its way into the opening, remain for a moment, and withdrew, taking along some of the moisture, which she applied to the clit, one side and then the other. She sighed, a sound not quite a gasp, not quite a moan, and circled her clit with her finger. The clit erected further at the stimulation, and the cunt lips spread and darkened, with more juice welling up in the hole and oozing out and down until the rivulet reached the apex of her anus, a shy crinkle of pebbled flesh. The tight asshole twitched at the touch of this sexual seep. Amelia other arm had snaked beneath her body. Her hand appeared under her ass. Her fingers toyed with her twitching asshole, teasing but not penetrating. Her other hand pressed hard on her pubis. Her finger kissed her clit. Afterwards, Amelia sighed. She looked at me with slitted, sated eyes. "Satisfied, Mr. Christmas Man?" she asked.
"I will be," I said, as I let my trousers fall to the floor.
story by Mat Twassel |
Fresh syrup flowed from her cunt. Abruptly one finger pushed into her asshole, and her upper hand left her clit to hold her breast. She threw her head back and opened her mouth as if to howl, but the orgasm, perhaps because it was so intense, was largely silent, an avalanche of overwhelming pleasure.
