Last year I stayed at my brother's place for the holidays. He had a sprawling apartment over the garage that was perfect for me. After the schools let out, the in-laws, family friends and cousins all drifted in for a few days to relax and party. In the evenings, the twenty-somethings would congregate around the fire at my place, and listen to loud music, watch horror movies and goof around. Joints would get passed and we drank hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps.
The night before the big day, my niece blew into town with her college roommate, Nichole. She was a gorgeous, raven-haired Russian girl with beautiful eyes. Despite the twenty-year age gap, we hit it off and enjoying hanging out together, listening to metal music and talking about traveling.
My shoulders and back were really tight from hitting the gym, but when Nichole offered me a massage one evening, my first instinct was to refuse. She insisted she was a qualified masseuse, and although I wasn’t sure if she was serious, I found her sexy Russian accent irresistible.
“I’m really good at this, you should try me! I love to practice,” she said, wriggling her fingers, and rubbing my shoulder, her perfect cheekbones catching the light. “Take your shirt off and lie down, I’ll make you feel a lot better.” She kicked her boots off and led me to the bed in the corner of the room. I couldn’t help noticing how sexy she looked in her skintight jeans and ugly Christmas sweater.
I did as she instructed and she started to work on my shoulders and back. She was very good, and my muscles began to loosen up. She straddled my thighs as she worked her hands up and down my spine, making me melt into blissful relaxation.
“Wow, it’s getting hot in here,” Nichole said, and I saw her sweater tossed onto the bed beside me. I wasn’t expecting to feel her hands reaching around me to unbutton my jeans and ease them down. “I’m just working on your sacroiliac joint,” she said by way of explanation, grinding down with the heels of her hands. It sent waves of pleasure through me.
She told me to turn over, then sat on my thighs again to work on my chest and shoulders. I was acutely aware of the growing bulge in my shorts as she leaned over me, her lace bra barely containing her beautiful breasts.
“Whew, I’m really hot… do you mind?” she asked, and without waiting for the answer she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her tits swung sexily as she worked on me, round and firm with pointed nipples standing forth from big, satiny areolae, pinkish brown against her pale skin, glowing with a thin sheen of perspiration.
The sexual tension grew as she worked her way lower and shuffled back, landing right on my growing erection. It felt so good as she trailed her fingers over my tingling skin, brushing my nipples. She was working hard at it, rocking and grinding on my boner without inhibition.
Her breasts were bouncing as she arched her back and slipped one hand inside her jeans to diddle herself. She leaned back with one hand on my thigh and rubbed herself against my rock hard boner. I was paralyzed with surprise and arousal, watching avidly as she shivered and moaned through her orgasm. She was almost glowing with energy as she bucked on me, gasping.
After catching her breath she kissed me with warm, passionate lips, then slid her sticky fingertips into my mouth, the heady flavor of her arousal spreading across my tongue. Then her plump breast was in my mouth, and I sucked her nipple, rolling my tongue around it, nipping it to make her shiver.
She tugged her jeans off, lying on top of me naked. I slid my hands down and squeezed her firm ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and she gasped as I circled her asshole gently with a fingertip.
“I like that… I love it!” she sighed. She arched her butt up to my hand and I slid one finger inside her, deep, holding it there. She reached between her legs for my stiff, standing cock and positioned me at her sticky vulva, then sat back so I slid inside her slippery cooze. It felt like heaven. Immediately we were rocking hips and fucking, Nichole riding me with my finger probing her asshole.
Things got intense as she ground her clit hard against me, and I thrust upward, feeling her anus squeezing and pulsing in climax, her pussy getting wetter. She moaned wordlessly as I held her tight against me while she shivered.
“Greg,” she breathed against my chest, “I want to feel you cum inside me… cum in my ass, please? Fuck me in my ass!” She climbed off me and assumed the position, wiggling her rear as I pushed into her quivering asshole. Her breath caught and sweat moistened her smooth skin.
“Oooh… that feels so big! Mmmmmnn, so good…” I felt every inch of my veiny hard cock thrust into her tight butthole. Nichole was flattened on the bed now, fingers clutching the covers, with her legs spread wide and my shaft balls deep between her cheeks. “It’s so good Greg, now just fuck me, don't stop!”
This position was great, and I must have been tapping her sweet spot pretty well because Nichole came early and often. Her keening voice and bucking haunches, fluttering eyelids and pulsing, quivering asshole drove me crazy. My dick was loving sliding in and out of her shuddering, tight pink ass. Hot, tingling friction began to overtake me and I tried to hold it in to make it last, but eventually I could feel my jism gathering and I knew it was time to finish.
“Gonna cum now, Nichole!”
“Yes! Yes! Cum in my ass, Greg!”
I came like a hot flare bursting into flame, thrusting deep and setting her off again. Nichole was gripping the sheets and yelling her climax, all inhibitions lost in a rush of orgasmic bliss.
When I could think again, I admired Nichole's brownish pink, swollen little rosebud, pearly glaze oozing out. Licking her sensitive pucker soothed her and she squirmed in pleasure. She turned to me and we made out until we drifted off in each other’s arms.
We woke up famished and drifted down to the crowded kitchen, Nichole holding my hand and hiding behind me while I snuck us into a couple of corner seats. Might have been a bad idea to let Nichole wear a set of my pajamas. We looked up and every eye was on us, goofy grins all over the place... had we been that loud?
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