My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

I could tell he was getting ready to cum. There was a sudden tightness that I knew instinctively meant I should get ready. I was pleased find I was pretty close myself. Simon seemed to know this and slipped two fingers inside my pussy and finger fucked me until I burst with joy. In the same instant Simon blessed me with his sweet, and fucking massive, load. I struggled to swallow it all and did pretty good, only a bit of it getting on my face, mostly my cheeks and chin. The thought occurred to me that with a supply like that, if we ever ended up wanting kids it wouldn’t be difficult at all. I’d probably end up pregnant with twins!

Simon released my head and I came up for are, making to wipe the cum from my face with my hand, but he stopped me.

“Leave it,” he said, “it’s really great for your skin.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, all kinds of protein and other good stuff. You’ll be glowing, even more than you already do.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He was teaching me so much. Both about my body and his. I wanted to learn so much more.

“W-will you fuck me, sir?”

His expression was unreadable, at least to me. He didn’t look angry, but he also didn’t immediately say yes. It seemed as though he was thinking it over. He reached down and touched my pussy, making me moan.

“Not yet,” he decreed, “I still want to break you in a bit more.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment, though I had liked how he mentioned breaking me in. It meant he was going to be patient and teach me more.

I had a feeling it was going to be a bit frustrating, partly because I wanted him to fuck me right then and there, but knew deep down it was for the best. He was being responsible, making sure I was ready before we went too far and I loved him for it.

“Could eat your pussy again,” he offered.

“That was where you licked me right?” I asked, instantly feeling dumb.

“You haven’t had much sex ed. have you.”

“None, sir. Except that I should never do it.”

“Well, that’s insane,” Simon said, sounding more confused that angry.

“I’m getting that impression,” I agreed.

“Have you read or watched anything? Any porn or erotica?”

“I’ve read some. A lot actually. That was one thing my folks never really limited. I’ve read all of De Sade and a lot of D.H. Lawrence.”

“None of them bad places to start,” he agreed.

He put his hand on my pussy and massaged my clit lightly, making me moan with pleasure.

“Do you know what this is called?”

“M-my clit?” I asked, hoping I got it right.

“Very good. You clearly already know cock. I just want to know you have the words to say what you want.”

“I understand, sir.”

“Do you know blowjob?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, blushing slightly.

“Good and I must say, you did very well for your first time. How about cherry?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Ah, now that is a very important one. You might have heard it called a ‘flower.’ It is the part that can go on a girl when she loses her virginity. Often referred to as either deflowering or popping the cherry.”

“That’s what I want,” I said.

“I know, sweet one, and we’ll get there, I promise. I just want you to be truly ready before you take such a big step. Though, as I said, if you want more, I’ll be happy to lick your pussy again.”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir. Please lick my pussy again.”

“Lay back, sweetheart.”

I obeyed him, giving hum my wrist as I lay back, opening my legs for him. He restrained me as he had before, careful not to squeeze too tight. I relished the surrender. Giving my body over to him entirely as he gently sucked my nipples, getting me ready.

Almost getting me to orgasm with just my tits again, Simon started down, kissing every inch of my tummy on the way, making sure I was good and ready when he finally arrived between my quivering thighs.

He started out soft, smothering my pussy with warm kisses. Getting me good and warmed up, he started in with the first lick. Caressing my sensitive lips with his lovely tongue, Simon worked me up to a good moan, pleasure running through me like a rushing river.

Going back to soft, warm, wet kisses, he gave me a moment to catch my breath. When I was ready again, and not a second before, he started in hard. Lapping at my pussy like it was raspberry flavored, soon adding in first one finger, then two to work me as he focused all the tongue action on my clit. In the midst of the throws of passionate pleasure, it occurred to me that what he was doing was what making love felt like. Not fucking, not rutting, not getting off. Actually pleasuring someone because you wanted them to be happy. It was certainly how I felt when sucking Simon’s cock. His moans and quivers of pleasure making me feel really good. It was honestly a delight to be able to bring him so much joy. One I hoped he also took in licking me to the very gates of ecstasy, licking me so hard, and wonderfully my toes curled and I could actually see anything. My vision becoming like a pure white burst behind my eyes.