Christmas Present for Sam
- 3 years ago
- 15
- 0
A Christmas Present From Rachel. free porn video
Every Christmas I remember that Christmas all those years ago when I was 19. Every year we had a big family Christmas gathering at an aunt’s place. She was quite well off and my parents and other relatives made sure they kept friendly with her in the hope of inheriting some of her estate.
My parents tolerated such gatherings rather than enjoyed them. But for me the bright spot of those Christmas gatherings was meeting my cousin Rachel. I think she was my second cousin, with a common great grandfather. She was 19, like me, and a very pretty blonde. Since she’d turned 16 I’d watched her squeeze her ever developing curves into shorter and tighter skirts and ever shrinking swimsuits and bikinis. Having a girl like that in close proximity for a few days in a tight top and shot skirt, my cock was almost permanently erect.
Though my aunt’s house was large there were a lot of us there at Christmas. So during stay I had to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor in one of the downstairs rooms. That didn’t bother me much. I’d discovered masturbation and porn, and I happily wanked myself to sleep thinking of the things I’d like to watch Rachel do and even better do with her.
Early one morning, as I lay in my bag on the floor I was awaked by the light being switched on. Everyone knew I was sleeping there and for good measure there was a “do not disturb” notice on the door. I looked up and was instantly awake - it was Rachel! She was wearing a white nightdress that ended just above her bare knees.
She walked silently to me as I lay in my bag. Then she squatted down next to me. Even though her knees were together I was getting a good view of her naked thighs right up to her bum. She looked me straight in the eyes. Then she smoothly swung her legs as wide apart as she could, treating me to a full frontal view of her naked vagina. Her slit was surrounded by a thick bush of brown hair (in those days a full bush was fashionable in porn girls) and was pulled open wide by the action of spreading her legs. I saw her glistening labia. As I stared at her cunt, still squatting there she lifted her nightdress off so she was completely nude. She stay squatting naked with her legs wide, and arched her back so her half g****fruit shaped breasts swung up and out.
I’d seen acres of naked flesh in porn, and Rachel wasn’t quite the first naked girl I’d seen in the flesh, but unexpectedly seeing her like that near blew me away!
“Do you like my cunt and tits?” Rachel asked in a soft voice edged with excitement.
I was still constrained in my sleeping bag. Rachel knelt down and unzipped my sleeping bag from the top down and “unwrapped” me. I was in pyjamas, but my rapidly stiffening penis had come out of the fly opening. Rachel reached down, unbuttoned my pyjama trousers and pulled them down round my legs and off, exposing my penis and balls fully. I guess my penis was 5-6 inches erect and even at that age my balls were very hairy. In her kneeling position Rachel leaned over me and undid my pyjama top. As she did my hands were all over her naked body. She stayed leaning over me while I felt her legs, bottom and breasts and ran my hands between her legs. She gasped and whimpered as I ruffled her bush and explored her vagina with my fingers.
She resumed her wide legged squat next to me and turned her attention to me! She ran her hand over my by now rock hard erect penis, felt my hairy balls and slipped her hand down between my spread legs, driving me wild. As she played with my sex kit, obviously unfamiliar with male anatomy and how a boy’s cock stuck up erect she asked questions like:
“Is your cock erect? Are those your balls? Is that nice? What’s the nicest place to touch?”
I think my gasps, grunts and squirming more than answered her last question! Then to my amazement Rachel got down low and leaned across my naked body so her breasts brushed across my belly and her naked thigh was against my shoulder. She started kissing and licking my penis, and soon found I liked it when she licked me across my nozzle. She took my entire penis head into her mouth, squeezed her lips round my shaft and massaged my penis head with her tongue.
As she lay across me doing that to my cock my hands were all over her legs and bum and playing with her pussy from behind. Again my grunts, writhing, and my franticly exploring hands on her body must have told her she was hitting the right spot! I fought not to cum there and then.
Rachel released my cock from her lips and knelt beside me again, wide kneed.
“How do I bring a boy on with my hand?” she asked. My cock was straining hard from her attention.
“Wrap your hand loosely round my penis shaft and stroke it up and down, rubbing and pulling the skin over the muscle underneath. Like this,” I said.
I demonstrated, closing my thumb and fingers round my shaft and stroking and tugging my cock a few times like I’d done so many times lusting for her in my fantasies. The attention left my cock iron hard and exquisitely sensitive for Rachel to take over. She was a quick learner! Though perhaps like so many things the memory has become exaggerated, she was superb! For her first hand job Rachel was already well on the way to being an expert.
I’d had hurried hand jobs before from girls at school, but just with my cock sticking out of my trousers, the girl’s blouse open, her skirt lifted and her knickers down round her thighs. With this hand job Rachel and I were completely nude, kneeling beside me she was perfectly placed for my hands to enjoy her legs and bottom, and to run my hand through her fur between her legs, while her firm young breasts bobbed above me with the rhythm of her hard working hand.
She stroked and tugged my cock just the way I like, sliding her hand full length right up from my pubes to over my penis head as she stroked and tugged my penis. It took her longer than when I masturbated. In the final moments when my cum rose she slowed down and stroked just across the base ridge of my knob like I asked her to, the way I do when I masturbate. She squealed with glee when her hand sent my semen splashing right up over my chest.
After she’d jerked me off Rachel stayed kneeling there with my hand stroking her bottom. She watched my semen trickle down my sides as if she was amazed at giving her first hand job, and realised that she was a “big girl” now.
Then she squatted again, spread her legs and asked me to kiss her between her legs. I buried my face in her moist thatch and kissed and licked her vagina lips. Rachel squeezed my head between her thighs and stroked my bare back.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone … and I’ll come again tomorrow’” Rachel said as she pulled her nightdress back on. Then she gave me a last kiss and left.
I lay there for about another hour too excited to sleep any more for thinking about Rachel. Then I treated myself to a wank enjoying her hand again in my imagination, and anticipating her again the next day.
She came to me the next morning and every morning I was there, but that’s another story. Sadly that was the only adventure I ever had with Rachel, except for playing with the panties she gave me at the end of our stay. By the next Christmas our aunt had passed away and that was the end of our Christmas gatherings. By the next time I met Rachel, years later we were both married, and our Christmas secret was just for us.
My parents tolerated such gatherings rather than enjoyed them. But for me the bright spot of those Christmas gatherings was meeting my cousin Rachel. I think she was my second cousin, with a common great grandfather. She was 19, like me, and a very pretty blonde. Since she’d turned 16 I’d watched her squeeze her ever developing curves into shorter and tighter skirts and ever shrinking swimsuits and bikinis. Having a girl like that in close proximity for a few days in a tight top and shot skirt, my cock was almost permanently erect.
Though my aunt’s house was large there were a lot of us there at Christmas. So during stay I had to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor in one of the downstairs rooms. That didn’t bother me much. I’d discovered masturbation and porn, and I happily wanked myself to sleep thinking of the things I’d like to watch Rachel do and even better do with her.
Early one morning, as I lay in my bag on the floor I was awaked by the light being switched on. Everyone knew I was sleeping there and for good measure there was a “do not disturb” notice on the door. I looked up and was instantly awake - it was Rachel! She was wearing a white nightdress that ended just above her bare knees.
She walked silently to me as I lay in my bag. Then she squatted down next to me. Even though her knees were together I was getting a good view of her naked thighs right up to her bum. She looked me straight in the eyes. Then she smoothly swung her legs as wide apart as she could, treating me to a full frontal view of her naked vagina. Her slit was surrounded by a thick bush of brown hair (in those days a full bush was fashionable in porn girls) and was pulled open wide by the action of spreading her legs. I saw her glistening labia. As I stared at her cunt, still squatting there she lifted her nightdress off so she was completely nude. She stay squatting naked with her legs wide, and arched her back so her half g****fruit shaped breasts swung up and out.
I’d seen acres of naked flesh in porn, and Rachel wasn’t quite the first naked girl I’d seen in the flesh, but unexpectedly seeing her like that near blew me away!
“Do you like my cunt and tits?” Rachel asked in a soft voice edged with excitement.
I was still constrained in my sleeping bag. Rachel knelt down and unzipped my sleeping bag from the top down and “unwrapped” me. I was in pyjamas, but my rapidly stiffening penis had come out of the fly opening. Rachel reached down, unbuttoned my pyjama trousers and pulled them down round my legs and off, exposing my penis and balls fully. I guess my penis was 5-6 inches erect and even at that age my balls were very hairy. In her kneeling position Rachel leaned over me and undid my pyjama top. As she did my hands were all over her naked body. She stayed leaning over me while I felt her legs, bottom and breasts and ran my hands between her legs. She gasped and whimpered as I ruffled her bush and explored her vagina with my fingers.
She resumed her wide legged squat next to me and turned her attention to me! She ran her hand over my by now rock hard erect penis, felt my hairy balls and slipped her hand down between my spread legs, driving me wild. As she played with my sex kit, obviously unfamiliar with male anatomy and how a boy’s cock stuck up erect she asked questions like:
“Is your cock erect? Are those your balls? Is that nice? What’s the nicest place to touch?”
I think my gasps, grunts and squirming more than answered her last question! Then to my amazement Rachel got down low and leaned across my naked body so her breasts brushed across my belly and her naked thigh was against my shoulder. She started kissing and licking my penis, and soon found I liked it when she licked me across my nozzle. She took my entire penis head into her mouth, squeezed her lips round my shaft and massaged my penis head with her tongue.
As she lay across me doing that to my cock my hands were all over her legs and bum and playing with her pussy from behind. Again my grunts, writhing, and my franticly exploring hands on her body must have told her she was hitting the right spot! I fought not to cum there and then.
Rachel released my cock from her lips and knelt beside me again, wide kneed.
“How do I bring a boy on with my hand?” she asked. My cock was straining hard from her attention.
“Wrap your hand loosely round my penis shaft and stroke it up and down, rubbing and pulling the skin over the muscle underneath. Like this,” I said.
I demonstrated, closing my thumb and fingers round my shaft and stroking and tugging my cock a few times like I’d done so many times lusting for her in my fantasies. The attention left my cock iron hard and exquisitely sensitive for Rachel to take over. She was a quick learner! Though perhaps like so many things the memory has become exaggerated, she was superb! For her first hand job Rachel was already well on the way to being an expert.
I’d had hurried hand jobs before from girls at school, but just with my cock sticking out of my trousers, the girl’s blouse open, her skirt lifted and her knickers down round her thighs. With this hand job Rachel and I were completely nude, kneeling beside me she was perfectly placed for my hands to enjoy her legs and bottom, and to run my hand through her fur between her legs, while her firm young breasts bobbed above me with the rhythm of her hard working hand.
She stroked and tugged my cock just the way I like, sliding her hand full length right up from my pubes to over my penis head as she stroked and tugged my penis. It took her longer than when I masturbated. In the final moments when my cum rose she slowed down and stroked just across the base ridge of my knob like I asked her to, the way I do when I masturbate. She squealed with glee when her hand sent my semen splashing right up over my chest.
After she’d jerked me off Rachel stayed kneeling there with my hand stroking her bottom. She watched my semen trickle down my sides as if she was amazed at giving her first hand job, and realised that she was a “big girl” now.
Then she squatted again, spread her legs and asked me to kiss her between her legs. I buried my face in her moist thatch and kissed and licked her vagina lips. Rachel squeezed my head between her thighs and stroked my bare back.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone … and I’ll come again tomorrow’” Rachel said as she pulled her nightdress back on. Then she gave me a last kiss and left.
I lay there for about another hour too excited to sleep any more for thinking about Rachel. Then I treated myself to a wank enjoying her hand again in my imagination, and anticipating her again the next day.
She came to me the next morning and every morning I was there, but that’s another story. Sadly that was the only adventure I ever had with Rachel, except for playing with the panties she gave me at the end of our stay. By the next Christmas our aunt had passed away and that was the end of our Christmas gatherings. By the next time I met Rachel, years later we were both married, and our Christmas secret was just for us.
Myra
- 15.07.2022
- 13
- 0
