My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

Before long she managed to rally and sifted into a spooning position, pushing her lovely ass right up against my still hard cock. Taking her meaning I took her in my arms, basking in her warmth, and slid my cock back into her. A bit more bold, she moved with me, giving almost as well as she got as I pumped her to not her body shaking orgasm.

“Want to try something, pet?” I asked, “it’s a bit new but could be really fun?”

“Okay, what is it.”

I reached down and pressed two fingers against her asshole, making her rise and gasp, though not in discomfort.

“I want to try putting it in there.”

“O-okay,” she said, a delicious little shudder running through her.

Still holding her tight, I reached over to the drawer and got out the lube. Ideally I would have had a butt plug or even the vibrator to get her ready but I also knew other ways.

Setting down the bottle within reach, I used both hands to stretch her ass. Like I did while spanking her. Skye moaned enthusiastically and I knew she liked it. It only stood to reason really. The ass is really rich in nerve-endings so, if it’s done rate, anal play could be really fun.

When she was relaxed, I put some lube on my finger and traced gently around her asshole, making her shudder and hum in pleasure. All good things for getting her prepared. When she was ready, I put more lube on my finger and pushed the tip against her asshole. With gradual progress, I got it all the way in, her asshole squeezing my finger before relaxing. Cleaning us both off with wet wipes, I added more lube to her asshole, spiraling on a good prison, I did the same to my cock and pressed the head up against her.

“Stop me if it hurts, even a little,” I said.

I held her tight and kissed the back of her neck as I started to push in, getting the head all the way in before Skye make her first moan. I stopped immediately, giving her time to adjust. It was a similar process as when I took her vaginal virginity only a bit easier in some ways. She shivered as I continued to push in, the pleasure almost more than she knew how to handle. It was a new place for her and was clearly leading to some new discoveries.

To my surprise, I was almost halfway in before she stopped me. I halted immediately, holding her as she shivered again. When she was ready, I started to move, rocking my cock gently in and out of her beautiful ass. Holding her tight as I did so, her moans louder and more plentiful than ever before, letting me know just how much she was enjoying it.

I never even tried to go deeper, tough the pace did pick up a little, partly at Skye’s insistence. My sweet little pet starting to cum at the same time as I did. Her massive ass-gasm starting up as I got ready to blast a powerful load right into her asshole. Fool that I was, I tried to pull out then but Skye was having none of it. Reaching back and grabbing my cock, holding it inside her ass as she continued to tremble and shake, her first ass-gasm turning into a multiple.

Eventually she released me, allowing me to pull out and clean us both down with ever more wet wipes from the seemingly endless box.

Skye turned around in my embrace, kissing me with all the passion and love she had in her heart. I held her close and kissed her back as we drifted into the gathering night.Epilogue - SkyeChristmas weddings were surpassing only popular. As far as I knew the tradition was for the Spring or even the Summer. At least partly because if there’d toward outdoor ceremonies. A bride in a parka just wouldn’t look right, no matter how nice it was. Neither of us wanted a church wedding but. It was basically the only way to get married in December outside the registry office which wouldn’t hold enough guests. We compromised with a former church which had since been turned into a music conservatory that allowed rentals for events. Boat captains only had vested powers while actually at sea so a justice of the peace was sourced to conduct the ceremony. After a bit of explanation as to the how’s and whys.’

“How you doing?” Inga asked, looking simply ravishing in her maid of honor dress.

“Only slightly terrified, while also really excited.”

“Good,” Inga said, putting her hands on my shoulders, the 19th century wedding dress covering pretty much everything, “go get ‘em.”

With a deep, cleansing breath, I set out to do just that. It was my big day, and I was going to savor it.