'Twas the week before Christmas,
And all around the town,
Colleagues were celebrating The Season
With drinks eagerly quaffed down.
It's been seven years since I liberated myself and in that time I have had the pleasure of the company of something like 70 Ladies of Pleasure. But in that time, none have come close to matching the recently met Miss R, in generously sharing her cunni linctus. So a date was set for some festive imbibing.
Whilst Miss R is of oriental ancestry, she has learned her French well. From the moment of our coming together, her kisses are passionate, urgent and needy. In fact our lips only unlocked when mine were otherwise engaged with her lower lips.
Which brings me to round 1 of drinks. From the first touch of my fingers, R shuddered in anticipation. Then as my lips and her vulva kissed and my tongue swirled around her button and plumbed her depths, she ground her hips hard against my face. Her body tensed, then quivered and my mouth was filled with my first serve of warm, clear linctus. I gulped it down and proceeded with my ministrations, to be rewarded a minute later with another gush.
After three or four 'drinks', I had to come up for air. R pulled me to herself, clamping her lips on mine, our loins matching the dance of our lips. She had my member 'in the groove' of her Y, rubbing across her button, pleasuring herself. I feel her tense again, and I feel warm liquid running down my shaft and over my balls.
But she wants more. Rolling me over and applying appropriate protection, she impales herself onto me, leaning forward to continue her passionate kissing. The rise and fall of her hips increases in rate, till she sits up straight, with just my knob inside her, as her whole body shudders and another flood of linctus pours over my cock and down my loins.
As her orgasm subsides, she slides down onto me again and and recommences her thrusting and kissing. Barely 2 minutes pass and another orgasm builds up. Again she rises, holding my knob with her inner lips, squeezing and twitching till her whole body is spasming and another waterfall floods my loins.
As orgasm #3 builds up, her squeezing of my knobs takes me over the edge. We come together and she collapses onto my chest with a giggle.
Thanks to Mr Pfizer, my erection remains hard and R is enjoying the feeling of being filled. Her body seems to have a mind of its own, and another spasm ripples through her body, clasping my cock. We cuddle and she giggles, only for another orgasm to run through her, and another and another. It takes a full minute or two before her orgasms subside and she is finally able to roll off me to cuddle up before we head for the shower.
Wow. That was "Christmas Drinks" never to be forgotten.