This time, I woke up right where I fell asleep. It was still dark out, the only light being a soft glow covering the pillow Michael and I shared, due to a small lamp outside the half open bedroom door. I snuggled closer to my adult lover and he grabbed me back in his sleep. When I woke again, Michael was looking down at me.

"Hi, " I said, in the sweetest voice I could muster.

He said hi back, running a finger across the features on my face.

"My lovely Ciji. Lovely, lovely, lovely Ciji," he said, among a few small kisses.

I don't think I have ever felt more special. It's an awesome feeling. His next kiss I held, no tongue, just my soft lips meeting his bigger ones gently. He cupped my lower back, drawing me closer. A soft, loving five minute make out session followed, it was so heavenly. He was finally all mine, as into me as the day before, no more stupid waffling. Michael got up, walked naked over to the bathroom door. His butt was very msucular, but somehow, still soft in it's roundness. Turning to me, he led out a hand. I didn't know if I wanted to grab that or the erection between his legs. I'm relived it isn't as massive as the rest of him, to be honest. The night before my fingers had just met around his thickness. Still, the thought of having it inside one of my holes was frightening. Would I ever dare let him try? I was eager to at least try it myself. Something to ponder I guess, it's not like he won't let me take my time, hell, he'd probably object to going that far. Then again, he was quite the pushover when it came to me.

Michael took me with him into the bathroom. He stared at my naked body under the fluorescent light, as I stepped into the shower. He seemed to really like what he saw.

"You'll be seeing girls in a whole new light now," I told him.

"I don't think so, besides, how can any kid compare to you?" I know how redfaced I get when my tan is gone for the winter and I could feel that visible blush now. He came over and swooped me up, held me as he turned on the water. The bedroom shower has plenty of space for two. After he put me down, Michael squirted shampoo into my hair, rubbing it in. I wished him luck if he wanted to dry it, takes forever when I try. After he was done, I pushed him away. Back turned, I let him see all the soap run down my body in big rivers.

"I'm a doomed man," Michael said.

I guess it had the desired effect. I looked down, my skin shone, glistening wet with drops of soap and clear water. For extra effect, I soaped in my butt, running my small hands across my buttocks, one in between the crack. After a while of that, I turned around with one finger inside my pussy. Slippery as it was, it was easy.

"You scare me, honey, did you read a book on seduction or something?"

He said it in a mixture of jest and curiosity. I shrugged. I hadn't read any such thing, I was just playing by ear and hoping for the best.

"Ciji, you truly are quite beautiful."

He's beginning to get the hang of it, isn't he? I bet he wanted to fuck me right there as the water cascaded over our gyrating bodies. I grabbed his dick and pulled him over. It was rock hard, pointing a little up towards the ceiling, a slight bend down at the bottom. The skin was pulled back, the head fiery red. I pulled back and forth, to see it slide in and out of the skin.

"It's pretty awesome, Michael, the perfect toy."

"Just remember it's a toy to be handled gently." Then he muttered toy under his breath. I giggled.

"Think that's funny do you?" he said, tickling me. We played and laughed for a while, but then he was on his knees, hugging me close. The water flowed as we cuddled, sharing tiny little intimate kisses. Such a great kisser, I never knew how he'd go about it. His dick was against my buttcrack.

"I'd love to see you jerk off Michael."

"OK, but watch your mouth, cursing ain't attractive, only offputting, that comes to women too."

"I'll remember. Sorry."

He stood up and he grabbed himself by the shaft.

"You like it?"

I could only nod, heart caught in my throat. No boy could ever compare to this. It was magnificent.

"Show me yourself shooting. Please."

So, Michael started jerking off. His hand went forward so the foreskin slid over the head. Then he exposed it again as he drew back. He did this over and over. I was fascinated, staring wide eyed as the purple head appeared and vanished, appeared and vanished, again and again. I looked upon his balls as they swung slightly. It was much better than the quick handjobs from before as I got a chance to really enjoy it.

"I'm gonna come now, almost there."

I bounced to my feet and was over in one stride. He looked intently down at my body as he went for the goal. Then the slit ran over. I took a step back to see a little better. He could have hit me five feet away. The first load splattered across my chest, then stomach, stomach, groin. When he was spent he took me in his arms, ran his hands all over my young body. After the shower he dried us, wrapped my hair in a towel, carried me to the living room couch and proceeded to give me more pleasure and orgasms than even the night before. He only took one break to call my school and convince them that I was sick and have to stay home. Sex-hookie! The man knows how to reciprocate.

---

Let me tell you, once Michael got over the stick up his ass about us, he got into the licking of my pussy every bit as much as I did. The following week he spent so much time down there, giving my so many orgasms that, by the end of the week, I just couldn't take anymore. It was still pleasurable, but I was also very sore, it was all just so intense it was bound to wear me down eventually. The things that man can do with a tongue and some fingers. The following week, Michael started paying more and more attention to my butthole instead. Who new a tongue snaking its way up your ass could be so heavenly. I couldn't come from assplay alone, but since my cunt got more of a reprieve due to it, its soreness slowly faded away. One of my friends started getting full of questions, noticing how very relaxed and happy I seemed all the time and wanted to know just what my big secret was. It got me worried about Michael, so I just had to make something up on the fly. Mom always said I was too clever for my own good (how awesome if that's true), and now I put it to the test. So, I made up some crap about finding a vibrator in the back of mom's closet and had been sneaking in and using it. I pretty much gushed about it the way I would about Michael's tongue if I could. She was fascinated and I was tempted to embellish, but kept it simple. She bought into it and when I went back over to the cafeteria, I looked back at my friends and she was talking animated at them. I had to smile as their faces showed surprise, a little shock, too many emotions to count really. But eventually they nodded along, so I guess they bought into it to.

The problem was that a few days later they started wanting to try it. What the fuck was I gonna do now? Mom doesn't have a goddamn vibrator. Then it occurred to me; Alexandra does. So, I asked if I could borrow it for that Saturday. When I explained, she laughed.

"You and Michael have gone this far and you haven't told me. You naughty girl."

"Ha, ha. If you're done giggling, I really need some help here."

"OK, you can have it, but if girls are gonna be there trying it, I think I deserve and invitation too, don't you think?"

"Fine, fine."

The only problem left was Michael. I was afraid he was gonna be all Mr. Paranoid about this, but to his credit he took it well. He was a little angry about Alexandra knowing about us, but he softened some when he heard that me and him was Alexandra's idea to begin with. He promised to be out of the house so the girls could be alone.

"You should get one for the house Michael."

"Your Mom has me, she doesn't need it."

"Now that's what you call a man thing to say."

"Smartass."

"Speaking of ass..."

The vibrator talk could wait.

---

Saturday came and the girls were so enthusiastic when they arrived at the house. Trying to do Alexandra a favour, I suggested to the girls that she could be the one to show them how to use it. Since it evidently kept me so happy they wanted me to teach them.

"No offence, but I have no desire to see you guys naked, especially your pussies, so Alexandra it is."

One by one she took the girls into my bedroom and she was a rousing success. The sounds I heard coming from that room defied description. The girls were howling wth pleasure and coming out of the room with the most pleasurable expression on their faces. The girls who were still in the living room listened and could hardly wait to go in there and have their turn. In the end, they were all in there together, crying out in what seemed to be an orgy or something. Alexandra sure knew what she was doing. I had no desire to go in there though. Michael is all I need and after this I don't think the girls were gonna question me any more.

When it was only the two of us left Alexandra couldn't possibly be more grateful.

"This was the most awesome time I've ever had. You have some very hot and horny friends to say the least. I even got to finger them some, saying how much it would add to the vibrator use and they bought it. Thank yo so much for inviting me, it was a blast."

Alexandra gave me a kiss and I let her hold me for a while. When she practically begged me to, I got down on my back and let her eat me for a while. She's not as good as Michael, but she gave me an orgasm at least.

Crisis averted. I hope.

---

Then it was Christmas. I really felt how much I missed Mom on Christmas Eve when I got to talk to her on the computer. Thank God for Michael, he really did everything he could to give me a great Christmas. We had a great time decorating the tree and the rest of the house. I helped him put at least a thousand lights on the roof. We played in the snow, throwing snowballs, built a snowman and decorated that too. And Michael is great in the kitchen and we made the dinner together. And that was just Christmas Eve. And I don't suppose it will be a surprise that the day ended in bed. I was full, I was happy and I was horny after a day around Michael without us doing anything sexual. I'm turning into such a slut aren't I? I seemed to be constantly horny these days. I was all over Michael, but he wanted to play monopoly. Fucking monopoly. Evidently, it had been a Christmas Eve tradition with his parents growing up and he wanted to start one in our family. Now how can you say no to that? Though I did insist we celebrate small victories during the game with kisses.

"You are incorrigible, girl."

Michael played to win, before long he was building on expensive property and if I landed on it, I was screwed. But, I kept going to jail and landing between his properties. Slowly, I built up some hotels of my own and Michael weren't nearly as lucky as me, landing there again and again. He tried to hang in there as long as he could, but with little money left he landed on my most expensive property and was finished.

"Damn, girl," Michael said. "How lucky are you?"

"About to get even luckier I hope."

And with that I tackled him right there on top of the game, kissing him softly. Michael laughed at me, but quickly kissed me back, hugging me, holding me. After some soft, light kissing, our tongues met, and our kisses became hot, fiercly hot and liquid, leaving us breathing harder than we had when our lips first touched. When we eventually calmed down, I looked down at Michael's handsome face. Michael stroked my cheek.

"My pretty girl. Such an angelic face, with your big eyes even bigger behind your glasses."

I just looked at him, smiling with complete, innocent trust.

"Such a sweet, beautiful girl. I love you, baby."

God, he was falling in love with me, wasn't he? I sure hope so. I was getting hungry again and asked for some dessert. We walked hand in hand into the kitchen to find some strawberries and cream in the fridge. He took it out and asked me to close my eyes and open my mouth. Giggling I did as he asked of me and then my mouth was overflowing with cream. Still he shook the can of cream and kept filling. I laughed so that it flew everywhere.

"Enough. Very funny, Michael."

We went over to the couch and I lay down with my head in his lap. Michael fed me a strawberry, then some cream, alternating between the two again and again. Then I took a strawberry and held it up to him. The third one I gave him he bit in half and lowered his head, just as I raised mine. Taking the other half with my mouth, our by now ruby red lips met in a feathery touch. We repeated it several times until we were both full.

"You know something Michael?"

"What?"

"There was..."

"Go on then, tell me"

"There..."

"Are you gonna tell me or what?"

"First you mus..."

"Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna tell me"

"Will you stop?"

Michael laughed that deep laugh of his.

"OK, tell me, I'll stop"

"There was this one time..."

"LALALALALALA. Not listening. I'm not listening."

"Be serious!" I said, punching him. "Now, this one ti..."

Michael covered his ears.

"I...can't...hear...you," he said slowly.

"Must...speak...louder"

I started giggling so hard I fell down on the floor. It must have been infectous because before long we were rolling on the floor, tears streaming down our faces. I forgot whatever it was I was gonna tell him. We got up, shedding our clothing one piece at a time as we went towards the bedroom. Next to his bed we were naked and I crawled in. I could imagine what my buttcheeks looked in the semidarkness, covered in shadows as I put one knee in front of the other. Michael hopped on the bed, reaching for my ass. A hand closed around my left buttock. He felt along the cleft, a pinky finger playing with my asshole. He didn't enter, but just left his hand in between my cheeks. Michael turned on a bedside lamp so he could see me better. I opened my legs for him, shivering with the anticipation of his expert tongue. Micahel looked hungrily down on my wide open crotch. First, he gave my clit a few soft licks, making me gasp. This stuff just never gets old. I could only nod when he asked to suck on my clit. His mouth was so moist and warm enclosed around my tiny clit, right behind his lips. Michael flicked his tongue against it, drawing a growl from deep down in my throat. I started bucking up and down, thrusting in his face as he licked and sucked on my button.

"Lick it. Yes, suck on it," I moaned, unable to make up my mind about what I wanted. Michael told me to draw my knees to my chest and after I did that his tongue was down in my ass. He didn't give up until his tongue was past my oh so tight muscle. At the same time, his hands were rubbing my chest, all over it. But I stopped him and put them to my nipples. There isn't much to grab onto but Michael works well with what he's got. My nipples got rubbed by his thumbs, squeezed by his fingers, as his tongue rolled around in my asshole.

"Unnnggghhh. Ohhhhhh! Yeeees," I cried, breath going fast and strong.

A finger replaced his tongue, which went back to my cunt. The more eagerly he sucked and licked my clit, the more eagerly he fingered my ass. The pain in my butt was totally overshadowed by the excuisite pleasures in my groin.

"Michael. Yes, Michael. Ohhhhh yes, don't ever stop. It feels so gooooooooo..."

The last word drew out endlessly, getting weaker and weaker as my whole body shook in the throes of climax. I got nice and wet and Michael slurped it up like it was the sweetest nectar on earth. Damn, he makes me lubricate like nothing else can. Aren't orgasms supposed to be best when a girl does it herself? I guess it shows just how attracted Michael is to my pussy if he had this effect on me. It's just so damn flattering to think about. I looked up and Michael, who now sat between my legs, looked horny beyond belief. I lifted my legs, scooting lower to squeeze his thick shaft with my thighs. Precum leaked all over my soft thighs which I squeezed even tighter around him. Michael fucked my thighs with ever increasing thrusts. I put my foot in his face and he sucked on one toe after the other while his dick was lost in my spectacular thighs. Hey, that's what he calls them.

"Ciji. Sweetie. My baby. You make me so horny."

He wildly fucked my thighs, pumping his ass. How his buttocks must be flexing. He was licking the sole of my foot as he came. His cock was lost in my thighs and sperm oozed out between them.

"Oh, fuck" Michael said. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck"

I opened my legs which were coated in semen, dripping down towards my crotch. I tasted some, scooping it into my mouth. Not that great once again, but I could get used to it. We were both totally satisfied, the smell of semen staying faint in the room as we cuddled up under the covers. I put one of my thighs between his and he drew the other across his muscular thigh. His arms closed tight around me and I buried my face in the groove of his throat. Wrapped in each others arms as tight as could be, we drifted off into sleep.

---

Ah, yes, Christmas morning. I usually get up at the crack of dawn, dragging everyone nearby in the living room to open presents. Yet, right now, I weren't in as much of a rush. I was pinned under Michael's muscular arm and huge thigh where he was draped all over me. The masculine smell of him, the warmth of his flesh was just too damn comfortable. So, I snuggled in closer and he grabbed me even tighter. When I woke again the weight of him was gone and his back was turned. I rolled over and spooned him, feeling his strong round bubblebutt against me. It totally dwarfed my groin. Scooting back slightly I grabbed his ass, running a small hand all over it. It was really nice, muscular, yet still a little smooshy as well. Unable to fall back asleep, I eventually got up from the bed and wandered nude into the bathroom. It's a full length mirror there and I took a good long look at my body, trying to see the hottie I'd been told I was. I still say I'm just like a million other girls. My butt, thighs and hips has just enough curve on them to clearly distinguish me from boys, yet still far from being a woman, I was pretty much all girl. My waist is nice and slim, my stomach with just enough flesh on it to make it nice and soft. My chest is the same, no ribs and hard chest in sight. I guess you could call me solid; not skinny, no babyfat, just a perfect balance in between. I'm proud of my body and I suppose it is hot for those who likes such things, but I've definately seen better. But Michael likes it and that is enough for me. He came up behind me, looking up and down my body, front and back.

"You really are an attractive girl, you know."

"So I've been told, just trying to see if it's true."

"It's true. I never thought I'd say that about a girl, but now that I'm looking, it's amazing how much you turn me on. I guess I just needed a push, huh?"

That made me smile.

"And you're developing very nicely. I've seen girl pics of your mom and I see her so much in you, the same face, hair, bodybuild. You'll most likely get her breasts too, which are considerable. But right now, I like you just the way you are."

"What do you like most?"

Michael lowered his hands and cupped my bottom.

"This thing. It's so amazing, just the right hight, roundness, fullness, it's perfect. Now that I think about it, females have a fantasic butt early on, better in childhood actually. A woman with a butt like a 12 year old would drive any man nuts I think."

He patted my ass a few more times before telling me to come along.

"We have some presents to open."

We put on underwear and a bathrobe, his blue, mine yellow and went to the tree. Michael had gone all out, it was five presents for me from him, two of them from both him and mom. Mom had bought a couple alone too. There were several others from various people. I must admit I felt a little spoilt. Anyway, I opened the big one first, from Michael and Mom. It was clearly a bike and when I opened it it looked expensive. It was silver with touches of black, white spokes in the wheels.

"Thank you, it's amazing."

Michael gave me a one handed hug, telling me he was glad that I liked it. I got things I had wanted and things I couldn't figure out why people would even bother to buy, but it's the thought that counts, right? By himself Michael got me some amazing looking clothes from head to toe, that fit each other perfectly. But, it was his last gift that was the most precious that Chrismas. A ring. A silver ring, with two tiny diamonds and two tiny blue safires.

"Are these fakes?"

"Nope, it's quite real, do you like it?"

"I love it, but will Mom mind?"

"Nope, I showed it to her first, here let me put it on."

Slowly he slipped it onto my finger and it fit perfectly. With tears in my eyes I threw myself into his arms. I don't get emotional often, but I was so grateful; he'd bought something like that just for me. I wrapped four limbs around him and hugged his so very hard.

"Oh, Michael, it's beautiful, I'll never take it off, wow."

I pulled back and looked at it.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie. I love you."

I hugged him again, saying thank you over and over.

"I love you, too. I love you, I love you, I love you."

We kissed slowly, tongues tasting eachother lips without going beyond. Michael lay down among all the wrapping paper and I opened up his robe. He took mine and eased it slowly off my shoulders as I opened the waist, exposing my upper torso to him. He sat up a little and his lips latched onto one of my nipples. I threw my head back, moaning. How he sucked on my tiny boobs, I wanted it to last forever. He fell on his back, taking me with him, our skin pressing together. I hugged him hard as I kissed him, over and over, dozens of small kisses. The kisses was returned as his hands covered my butt, taking great pleasure in groping it. Fingers entered my underwear, then full hands, squeezing and fondling me. He flipped me over in that very easy way of his, then tugged at my panties, lowering it down my legs. I raised my butt and he slowly kicked off his own underwear (boxers if you're wondering) Our open robes followed suit and there we were, stark naked, me pressing my ass into his groin, letting him feel those mounds of flesh against his rockhard cock. It fits so perfectly against my buttcrack. Michael was humping and thrusting, harder, faster. I spread my legs and he pushed two fingers up inside my pussy, further than he had before. It stung, I admit it, but a thumb worked my clit at the same time.

"God, I want you so bad after watching you in the mirror, baby. Oh let me come. Right now. Oh, please."

He's really getting the hang of this. His hips lifted me in the air and his fingers thrust faster, fucking my hairless cunt. The pain ebbed and it started feeling good and he wasn't even playing with my clit. Somehow I doubted his cock would have the same effect. But these were fingers and he fucked at the pace of his thrusts, pumping his butt hard and fast to come. And then he did. His jizz (what weird names these sex things have) just pumping in between our bodies. His triumph was quite loud there at the base of the christmas tree. I looked up that the tinsel and ornaments as my cunt got his full attention from both his hands, one working my hole and the other my clit. It thrust against his hands.

"Michael, wonderful, sexy Michael, you're so good to me."

I came hard, squirting in the air higher than I'd ever had. Michael wasn't finished, one hand still working wonders on my babycunt as the other roamed my body.

"Damn, you have extraordinary skin, my little princess."

My nipples where squeezed, my thighs were fondled, his hand was everywhere. We changed position and he dove his face down between my legs, driving me to new dizzying hights, coaxing two more orgasms from me, the last must have lasted a full minute. Did he read up on techniques or something? He seemed to do new things all the time. He was so good at reading me by now, he seemed to always know when to speed up, slow down, let me rest, giving me no rest at all and on and on. And if it's true mine is the only pussy he's liked licking...my heart nearly bursts with happiness because of it. He took me back in his arms and kissed me more. I kissed back while looking at my new ring. We kissed for a long time, until an ornament fell on us. Both laughing, we took our fun to the bedroom. We were there an hour, not even having sex, just cuddling and touching eachother.

---

It was a wonderful Christmas, we were constantly buttgrabbing and kissing eachother. We spent a few hours on a snowracer I hadn't used in years after finding a perfect slope for it a mile from the house. I kept smiling to myself, looking at people that was seeing Michael and me playing, me riding on his back, the two of us rolling around in the snow, wondering what they would think if they knew what we'd do when we came back home. It was exiting, Michael and me wanting eachother so badly while surrounded by people. I planned a special surprise for when we came home that would really have shocked them all. It's a pretty good feeling actually; feeling naughty. It was late when we came back. The turkey had been in the oven for hours and it turned out amazing. The dessert was great, but I didn't eat much, Michael was all the dessert I wanted. I got clingy, making Michael smile.

"Easy now, Christmas first, then I'll take you bed, yours this time, and we'll have all the fun you want."

For the first time in my life, I couldn't wait for Christmas to be over, but I was a good little girl until bedtime. It was 11, we were watching a movie and I snuggled close. I reached for his crotch, grabbed his dick through his thin pants, getting it good and hard. I jacked it as I started to kiss Michael's body. He sighed, a horny sigh.

"God, you're barely touching it and the feelings running through my shaft is unbelievable."

"Take me to bed, Dad. Please."

Michael smiled so softly at the Dad. He scooped me up and carried me to my little girls room. My head was on his shoulder.

"Oh, Dad. You mind if I call you that?"

"No, darling, I'd be honored."

"Oh, Daddy," I said when he lowered me onto my yellow sheets. My sweater came off first, then the top I wore underneath as Michael kissed by chest, my stomach. My new skirt had buttons in the back that he fumbled with while trying to rub my buns. I lifted my legs and he rolled down my knee socks, threw them on the floor. My cotton leggings came next, exposing my bare legs slowly as Michael stroked and kissed them as he undressed me. All this was the new outfit he'd bought me for Christmas. Only my underwear was old and he tore it off me, then looked down at me like a steak on a platter. So exiting. His pants came off and I could see the head of his dick popping out of the elastic of his boxers, foreskin drawn back. I reached for him, pushed the boxers a little further down. One of my fingers tickled him right underneath the purple, engorged head, which dripped with precum. Michael exposed his whole cock, making it move on its own, flexing it so it bounced and bounced. I let a finger touch the precum, tasting it, then I grabbed his granit shaft. Now way Michael hadn't looked forward to what I did next. Well, it was finally gonna happen. I sat up on my knees and bent down towards his dick, closer, closer. I slid my full lips open. A little. Wider.

"Sweetie, you don't have to..."

"Dad. Shut up."

I had to shut up too because my mouth closed around the head of his dick. The precum wetted my lips. I gobbled up part of the shaft, then an even bigger part. I could do this. Lower still I went, opening up wide until I touched the base of his cock. I gagged, pulled off.

"Jesus, kid, how did you do that?"

I stretched my jaw, rubbing it a little before going back to work. Was Michael ever enjoying it as I gave him a blowjob, giving half of it my full attention, using it like a popsickle, with loud suction noices. Michael was louder though.

"Holy shit. You're good at that. Don't stop, baby, you're amazing. Blow me. God help me, suck my cock," Michael said, throwing his head back, an animalistic groan emanating from his chest and up. It was all the encouragement I needed, bopping my head faster. I must have been quite a sight, my brown/blond hair flopping all over his lap.

"You're doing wonderful. Oh, God."

I took him all the way, what was that name again? Ah, yes, deepthroat, I deepthroated him, letting it last a while. I wanted to more but my mouth and throat was so full I had to pull back. But, hey, I managed. Yay, for me.

"Oh, baby, how the hell do you do that? Oh, shit"

I guess it means it felt good, me blowing him.

"You're damn near masterful, honey."

Michael met my bobbing with small, tiny thrusts.

"That's right. Suck it. Suck...my...fucking...cock."

I took a breath and used my tongue. It went from bottom to top, over the head and down the other side. I put my lips along the shaft, flicking my tongue as I went to the top where I once again closed my mouth around him. He was leaking heavily, so it was well lubricated, making the sucking easy for me. I grabbed his hanging balls as well, squeezing them carefully as I took him fully in my throat again. It was hard work, but his reaction was all worth it.

"Don't stop. You...are...such...a good...cock...sucker."

I worked hard as I massaged the balls, I loved the feel of those round stones in there, though I wished the skin was smoother. I'd had the urge to do this for a month, and I dug it, really loved sucking dick. I sucked and sucked and sucked.

"You're a pro at this, baby."

Hardly, but the compliments made me more eager to please. By this point, he was probably ready to penetrate my cunt as far as it would allow. I could feel the semen shoot through his cock and blast off in my mouth. It overwhelmed the back of my throat and I pulled off him. Of course, the sperm kept streaming forth from his head and he entered my mouth without asking. I relaxed with half his cock in me and let the come fill my mouth.

"Oh God. Oh, fuck yeah. Mmmmmhhhhhhhyeeees."

I swallowed, but the orgasm was so strong it oozed out of the corners of my mouth. Amazingly, it was still hard when he pulled out, taking a small river of sperm with it, dripping down my chin. I had no rest though. Michael lay down, lifted my body and swung it around, placing my cunt on his face. I sat up and his tongue snaked its way up my pussyhole. I rode his face, pushing my cunt and ass all over it. Michael took it well, never stopping the way he fucked me with his tongue.

"Michael...Daddy...you're the best christmas gift of all."

I wasn't really lubricating much, but my orgasm was wetter. I rubbed my pussy back and forth, coating his face with wet streaks. When I was done coming, and crying out softly, Michael plunged his tongue back in as I fell across his chest and stomach. His cock was there and I sucked on the head, just the head, moaning like it was the world's best treat. His full concentration was similarly focusing on my clit. When I felt him coming, I cuddled the dick to my cheek, stroking it on the other side as he shot in the air. When he was done, I deeptroated his spermy penis until he went limp and fell out. He wasn't done with me though. Simply got me on my back and played with my ass and cunt for another hour. I must have worn out the word daddy as he went at it. It gave me only two orgasms, not too wet ones either, but they were lengthy and still pleasurable beyond belief.

We snuggled up under the covers, sharing bodyheat, both of us tired and exhausted after the most amazing Christmas I could imagine ever having.

"Merry Christmas, you breathtaking, wonderful girl. I hope you had a great day?" a yawning Michael said.

"I did. And thanks again for the ring."

Michael nodded, eyes closing, snore starting. I stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"Good night, Daddy. Sweet dreams."

I looked at him sleeping, thinking. I'd actually given my first blowjobs. On Christmas no less. Maybe it would be fitting to make love for the first time on new years? At least try. I wasn't kidding myself; a few minutes of painful thrusts and I'd quickly love it was a nice fantasy, but I knew it weren't realistic. But I'm tough, I can handle pain. No matter how long it takes, I was prepared to give it my all because making love to Michael was something I wanted more than anything. Let's hope I'm as badass as I think I am. A real life Arya Stark, that's me. The thought made me giggle. I snuggled close again and fell asleep to the scent of him.