The Four Gifts – Part 2 of 2

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story!  In fact, it’s the polar opposite of that.

(Start with Part One)

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The Four Gifts – Part 2

For as much as his body wanted to keep struggling towards natural reaction, his mind intervened and convinced him to lay still.  And when he finally stopped fighting, Vicky slid straight up – hold her opening around his tip for a moment before incrementally sliding back down.  This was not only an intense sensation for him to endure.  It was also an intense one for her, too.

Penetration, often romanticized in many ways, was a very jarring experience for a female.  And yes, there was enjoyment she got from it.  But it was a different kind of enjoyment than what David got from it.  If done right, she could reach the summit of pleasure from penetration.  But Vicky was always particular about her orgasms and that was why she enjoyed being on top the most.

Locking her elbows to hold herself up, she clenched her pelvic muscles around the base of his cock – the entire length of his shaft now back inside her.  She began to rock back-n-forth, making the movements something that benefitted her more.  She would do this for a while, whimpering herself and beginning to breathe heavier and heavier.  Then she would stop moving back-n-forth, beginning to move up-n-down and making the movements something more beneficial for him.  Over and over, she slid herself upward and then pounced back down – their pelvic bones connecting again and again.

The Four Gifts – Part 1 of 2

Warning:  This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story!  In fact, it’s the polar opposite of that.

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The Four Gifts – Part 1

David lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom but not seeing anything at all.  The bedroom was pitch-black, and it was so very cold.  He could hear Vicky saying goodbye to her girlfriends out in the living room.  Vicky was his girlfriend of one year.  And tonight was New Year’s Eve.  It had been exactly one year since they got together.

But my oh my, what an unbelievable first year it had been, leading to this very unbelievable moment.

Vicky had a tradition of getting together with all her besties on New Year’s Eve, about a dozen women altogether.  Some she met in childhood.  Some she met in college.  Some she met in her adult life.  They would meet somewhere and sit and talk about the year that had been for each of them.  They spoke of their successes and their failures, of the people who raised them up and the people who had let them down – each offering condolences and congratulations … along with their continued pledges of support, no matter what happened. 

They had done this for years.  And this year was Vicky’s turn to host the gathering.  Usually, it was only a one-hour gabbing session, but this year it went until 11:45 pm.  It certainly had been an eventful year for Vicky.  So she had a lot to talk about, her relationship with David being the main topic.

After this gathering, the besties always headed back to their homes for the midnight celebration to come.  And usually, the besties had plenty of time to get where they were going.  But this year, they would need to book it to get there.

David heard the living room TV turn off, followed by Vicky walking down the hallway and knocking on the closed bedroom door.

“Ten minutes, baby!” Vicky said after knocking, then heading straight to the first-floor bathroom at the end of the hallway.

David startled to alertness.  He hadn’t been sleeping, just peacefully having remained in a lull since she put him in that room at 9:30 pm.  Now, it was just ten minutes until the New Year.  Breathing in deeply through his nose, he exhaled exactly the same.  It had been a long first year, but it would be an even longer ten minutes.  And the sound of Vicky’s voice, saying three simple words: Ten minutes, baby … would echo in his mind every second of the way.