I'll Be Home for Christmas

For a moment I protested, reminding Elsa that the taxi that would be taking us to the airport was on its way to pick us up, and as much as I loved having her hand around my rapidly hardening cock, I didn't relish the driver interrupting us and making the journey, which I already wasn't looking forward to, whilst having my blood pumping but my desires unsatisfied.

"Then I'd better get right to work," Elsa said seductively with a hint of mischief in her voice as she pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down as one.

As my beautiful fiancée released my semi hard cock I lost all will to resist or protest and simply sat myself down on the sofa, watching while Elsa dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled her hair back into ponytail before she took my shaft in her hand and stroked it whist kissing and licking the head. Her tongue felt so good as it swirled around the tip and scooped up the little drip of precum that had formed on the head.

Her eyes never left mine as she suddenly lowered her head and deftly took one of my balls into her mouth. I'd never had that done before Elsa had surprised me while going down on my cock one night, but now I couldn't get enough. Feeling her lips close around one or even both testicles, suck and lick them, sent waves of pleasure racing up my spine and caused my cock to stiffen fully, standing above her head and throbbing, ready for her to play with as she liked.

I was moaning loudly now as Elsa swirled my balls in her mouth, tongue flicking them both as she lavished her oral attention on me, my cock throbbing like crazy and desperate to get in on the act. It didn't have to wait long to get what it wanted either. After a few seconds she let my balls fall from her mouth and leaned back, smiling up at me just as I smiled back down at her, both of us enjoying this little game that she had instigated.

I moaned when Elsa licked the full length of my shaft and then took the head between her succulent soft lips once more, only this time she didn't just swirl her tongue, instead I felt the ultimate pleasure of her sliding her mouth downward, taking me inch by inch inside, the heat and wetness engulfing my cock as Elsa pushed her head down on me, my eyes watching her every movement.

It felt divine as Elsa sucked my cock, her saliva coating my throbbing shaft as her lips hit the base, and then she slowly pulled her head back up again, the added lubrication making the job so much easier, then when she had just the round head of my cock between her lips she sank back down again.

I groaned loudly as Elsa started to bob her head quickly, taking my full length into her mouth as she sucked, the sensation of the head entering her throat when her lips slid all the way down already pushing me toward the edge even though she'd started this pre-trip blowjob less than a minute ago.

My breathing was getting ragged as I watched, and felt the pleasure growing fast. There was something extra stimulating about Elsa being fully dressed while she knelt in front of me, sucking my hard cock wildly whilst I sat on the sofa with my jeans and underwear around my ankles. Seeing her head bobbing so fast, and feeling her soft lips slide up and down my shaft and tongue running the length of my cock and flicking the head, I had forgotten all about my nerves and, also, the taxi.

I groaned and threw my head back as Elsa sank her mouth down my shaft and took the full throbbing pole inside her warm wet embrace, her breath tickling my balls as she sucked both air and my cock at the same time, and I can honestly say I'd never had her blowing me so hard or fast in all our time together. The urgency with which Elsa was working her lips up and down my cock was exquisite, and less than a minute into this quickfire blowjob I could already feel the familiar sensation of my impending climax.

"Oh, fuck, Elsa!" I groaned loudly as I felt her start to deep throat my cock, pushing her lips down to the very base of my shaft before sliding them back up again, sucking firmly as she did so and bringing me to the brink as she bobbed her head as fast as she ever had, not letting up at all despite knowing that I was so close to filling her mouth with my warm, sticky cum.

I grit my teeth as I felt the pleasure reach it's heights, hardly able to believe that I'd been brought to the very edge of orgasm so quickly, but I really shouldn't have been surprised, Elsa really could get me there quickly when she wanted to, and right then she wasn't wasting any time at all.

"God I'm gonna cum!" I cried, letting Elsa know what was about to happen, although I was sure she knew already just by the way my cock had stiffened and was pulsing inside her mouth while she continued to suck me.

I wasn't thinking at that moment, and my hand just instinctively reached down, grabbing Elsa's ponytail and holding it firmly, keeping her head down and my cock firmly in her mouth as my shaft throbbed and balls emptied, the first jet of my cum spurting out from the tip and splattering inside her mouth.

Elsa kept a tight seal around my cock with her lips as a second spurt followed, adding to the first as she moaned a little whilst accepting my next two jets before I was finished, my thick gooey cum now sitting in her mouth, on her tongue, as I sat back breathing heavy and letting go of her hair.

I watched as Elsa sat back and swallowed my seed, noting that despite a little cough she'd not let a drop spill out from her lips onto her dress, then she smiled at me and I felt my love for her bloom once more in my chest, the post orgasm bliss radiating through my whole body.

My phone alarm went off at that moment to alert us that the taxi had arrived and was waiting downstairs, it was the moment I had been dreading before, but not now after Elsa had put me at ease in the best way possible.

"Damn you're good," I winked at her before she got back to her feet and went to the mirror checking her hair and make-up and I was sure looking for any stains that may have given us away to the driver, if there were any I couldn't see them.

While Elsa checked herself I pulled my pants and jean's back up, my cock still slick from her saliva but that was okay, I liked the feeling of it as I walked to grab our bags and made sure we hadn't forgotten anything. Then it was time to get the worst part for me over and done with, so I took Elsa by the hand and we made our way down the stairs from my flat and to the waiting taxi.

The next 10 hours, far from being the worst of my life as I had feared, actually turned out to go by in a blur for me, but that could well have been because I was still on a high from the blowjob and Elsa had given me a sleeping pill that knocked me out for pretty much the entire plane ride over the Atlantic.

By the time we arrived in Minnesota I was awake again and was pleasantly surprised to see my darling fiancée's parents waiting at the terminal to greet us, and just seeing the look of pure joy on Elsa's face as she saw her mum and dad standing there, hearing her squeal in delight and watching her run over to give them hugs made all the discomfort I'd felt worth it. I am not so sure that I forgave her for dumping her heavy rolling suitcase on me to drag along with my own though.

I thought I'd be much more nervous actually meeting Elsa's parents face to face for the first time; I am a naturally introverted person after all, but they made that first meeting easy.

I offered my hand to her dad, calling him Sir as I greeted my future father-in-law for the first time, but he wasn't having any of that. He looked bemused for a second, then grinned and brushed my hand away before wrapping me in a big strong bear hug and telling me to call him Ed.

Next was her mum's turn to hug me and she insisted I call her Janice, or Mom if I preferred, but Elsa made the suggestion that I call her Mum, and so it was with that I acquired a new mum for the Christmas holiday.

The drive from the airport to Elsa's parents house took about an hour, and unlike the taxi ride back in England I didn't have the distraction of just having had my cock sucked, although I did feel a little odd to be sitting in the front seat chatting with the father of the woman who'd swallowed my cum less than twelve hours previously.

When we finally arrived at their house I was feeling quite the worse for wear, but when I looked at the way the place was lit up with fairy lights it cheered me up no end.The house was covered in a multitude of colours: red, blue, yellow, green, orange. They all twinkled and flashed around the door and along the walls. Living in a flat I could never decorate my place anything like this glorious display, and right then, when I heard Elsa exclaim how much she loved the lights and decorations so much, I decided after we married I was going to buy us an actual house that we could do this to ourselves each Christmas.

I couldn't help but admire the decorations for a little longer before Ed said it was late and we should get settled in for the night. Elsa agreed since she'd not slept her way through the flight as I had done and her mum and dad showed us into the house and took my suitcase to the room where I'd be sleeping.

To say I was disappointed I would not be sleeping with Elsa would be an understatement. We'd not gone more than a couple of days without having sex in the two years we'd been together, and now I was facing the longest period of enforced abstinence from my fiancée I'd ever known. Still I wanted this trip to go well and since I was a guest and it was her parents house I was going to try and respect their rules. Well, to the best of my ability anyway, but as I was to find out during the next few days keeping my hands off Elsa would be even harder than expected.

"I'll show Andrew around the house," Elsa said to her mum when we were alone and within seconds she had taken me by the hand and was walking me to the guest room where her dad had taken my luggage.

I gave no objection since it meant being alone with my gorgeous girl for a few minutes. I had taken an instant liking to her parents but as nice as they were, nothing pleased me more than having alone time with Elsa, even if it was just a couple minutes.

"Here it is, this is the room where I slept from birth to age eighteen," she informed me, and I nodded as I looked around the room.

It was nice. The walls had been painted, the bed made up for me and everything was organised and clean. I couldn't help but think of what it must have looked like when Elsa was inhabiting it though, and I started imagining posters on the walls and wondering just what stories this room could tell of what she got up to long before I'd met her, back when she was a teenager.

"And you'll be downstairs?" I asked after Elsa had told me where I could find the bathroom. There was one thing on my mind and it wasn't where I could find the toilet.

"Don't get any idea's mister!" Elsa said with a grin. Not for the first time my disappointment showed and I did whine a little, I had hoped it may win me some sympathy and affection, but no such luck, although Elsa did promise me that after this two week trip was over and we were back in England once again we'd spend two whole days in bed catching up on the sex we'd be missing out on over Christmas.

That cheered me up, the prospect of having her all to myself in bed for a whole two days was more than enough incentive for me to endure. And just the thought of it had my blood pumping and I felt the first stirrings in my pants. A situation not made any better when Elsa kissed me after we'd made our deal.

It was a quick but passionate kiss, her soft lips pressing to mine as I leaned my face down and parted my lips when her tongue flicked them before she pressed it into my mouth for just a second. I really wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her to the bed at that moment but knew I couldn't.

After the kiss Elsa left me to settle in. I pulled a few things from my suitcase and put on my pyjamas before climbing under the covers of the bed, snuggling down in an unfamiliar room that had for many years belonged to the woman I spent most nights cuddled up to.

It was an odd feeling. I'd slept alone most nights before Elsa, but I had grown so used to having her by my side, her warm body pressed to mine and my arms wrapped around her, hands often cupping her tits as we slept, that now I was finding it hard to settle.

The fact I had slept my way through the flight didn't help either. I should be tired, but I was still alert and thanks to Elsa's kiss I was feeling pretty horny too. In my head thoughts of us fucking like rabbits for a full weekend were running rampant, and I was even having some fantasies about her sneaking in through the door tonight, defying her parents wishes for some midnight fun.

I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling in the dark in the bed where Elsa spent her youth, and that excited me. I was imagining her naked and maturbating as a teen right here where I was now. It was a thought I'd not had before, but right then I couldn't help it, and as I thought such dirty things, my cock was standing up stiff and was in urgent need of some attention.

With my head full of images of Elsa with a toy between her spread thighs, I slid my left hand into my pyjama bottoms and wrapped it around my throbbing shaft.

I groaned as I felt the warmth of my palm and for a second I just squeezed it, letting my cock pulse before I slowly started to slide my hand down it, holding the base as I imagined Elsa lying on her back too, legs wide open rubbing the tip of her favourite toy against her clit, making herself gasp just as I was making myself do now as I ran my hand back up my shaft.

I had no idea that as I was starting to slowly play with myself, Elsa was in another room of the house doing exactly the same thing, her own hand between her thighs just like mine was, both of us thinking of the other.

"Mmmm," I let out a low groan as I tightened my grip around my throbbing cock and started to rub my shaft up and down, starting at the base and running my palm up to the head which I have a squeeze then ran back down again, a sudden jolt of pleasure rushing through my body which fueled my dirty thoughts.

I loved watching Elsa masturbate; other than actually fucking her it was my favourite bedroom pastime, and as I lay in her old bed and rubbed my cock I thought of her doing it once more, but this time it was her at eighteen years old I was seeing imagining, and that really excited me more than ever.

My cock throbbed in pleasure as I rubbed it for a while with my left hand and then swapped over to the right instead, and used the other to now fondled my balls, something I hadn't used to do before Elsa had introduced me to it, but again like so many things she'd introduced me to I couldn't get enough.

I was groaning, but trying to keep the noise down, aware that Elsa's parents were only a few doors down the hall, but with pictures racing through my head of Elsa fingering herself and sliding a big pink vibrating toy into her wet pussy, whilst I rubbed my now rock hard and throbbing cock, it was difficult to stay quiet.

After another minute of sliding my hand up and down my shaft and fondling my balls while I did so, I couldn't help myself. I let go for a moment and grabbed my pyjama bottoms, yanking them down and letting my cock spring free, standing straight up for a second before it hit my belly, and as it did I could feel the shaft pulsing and bouncing.

I took my throbbing cock in my left hand again and started to rub it firmly, not holding back any more and just giving in to the pleasure. In my head I was watching Elsa fucking herself again, and those thoughts were driving me on, my hand squeezing tight adding lots of friction as I slid it along my shaft, and now it was free from the confines of my pants I could really go to town.

"Oh yes!" I whispered into the darkness while I squeezed my cock and slid my hand up and down as fast as my arm would allow, feeling the beginning of my orgasm just starting to build, but after the blowjob less than twelve hours ago I knew I would take longer then normal to cum, so I could go harder too.

In my head the fantasy was still raging, and as I thought of Elsa, my cock throbbed all the more, the pleasure building quickly as I closed my eyes to fully visualise her, all my thoughts focused on seeing my fiancée fucking herself with fingers and toys.

I think it was a combination of that and being in her old bedroom that was exciting me so much, because it wasn't that long before I could feel myself getting to the edge. That gave me a thrill, and a jolt if excitement rushed up my spine as I thought about spilling my seed in her childhood bed, it also gave me more nasty idea's about other forbidden places I'd like to fuck her in this house.

"Mmmm oh fuck!" I groaned quietly and switched back to my left hand, grabbing my thick cock and stroking it once more while I grabbed my t-shirt with my right pulling it up to expose my belly and chest because when I did empty my balls I didn't want to make too much mess.

My hand was a blur now, not that I could see it, but with the speed I was stroking my shaft I knew it was. My hand ran from the base to the tip and back again, each time more fuel was added to my building fire of pleasure and I knew my big finish was coming very quickly so I threw the covers off myself and felt the cooler air of the room touch my bare skin as I brought myself to climax.

It wasn't long in coming. My head was full of Elsa and my hand was squeezing my thick cock so tight as I rubbed it fast and hard, I had my eyes tightly shut but my mouth was open and gasping as I felt the start of my orgasm, my balls tingling and that unmistakable pleasurable sensation began as my cum raced up my cock.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed into the darkness as I held my cock while it spurted the first jet of thick creamy cum onto my belly, the warmth feeling so nice as it splattered onto my skin, a second and third jet following.

After I was finished glazing my belly in sticky cum I just lay on the bed for a few moments, relaxing in the wonderful afterglow of orgasm and letting my breathing go back to normal again, before I had to wipe myself clean.

By the time I had gotten all the blobs and streaks of my seed off my skin I was feeling more tired so I climbed back under the covers and settled down, curling myself up like I was spooning with Elsa in our own bed, and it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my gorgeous fiancée and having no idea just how much fun this Christmas in Minnesota would turn out to be...

Part 3: Elsa

The first few days of being back home were easy to get through without too much sexual frustration. There were so many people to see and places to take Andrew. I drove him all over town pointing out the important locations of my adolescence. Everyone who met him loved him immediately as I knew they would; he's truly the sweetest man I've ever known.

The thrill of getting to hold his hand as we appeared at the local craft brewery on the last Friday before Christmas was exquisite. I knew the place would be packed with high school classmates also visiting their parents for the holiday and to arrive with a tall, handsome stranger definitely turned heads. I could almost feel the jealousy seeping from my high school's popular girls when they heard Andrew speak with that enchanting accent of his.

Andrew and I shared some chaste kisses around the house and even in front of my parents on occasion over those first few days. We shared a few unchaste kisses when we were sure we were alone, but we respected the unspoken rules against unmarried sex in my parents' house.

It was the fourth day in America when I started to feel myself missing our sexual unions. Seeing Andrew across the table at breakfast, suddenly made my nipples hard and I excused myself to run downstairs for an extra fluffy sweater. That afternoon Andrew helped my Dad to move some heavy boxes from the basement to the garage and when Andrew came back upstairs with his shirt sticking to his sweaty skin, I nearly jumped him.