Pulling a Christmas Cracker [MF]

Ok, so some of you may have read the last story I posted on here about a Halloween hook up. If you’re not familiar with it, feel free to read it as background to this one: [Fucking Barbie in the arse [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qf28kb/fucking_barbie_in_the_arse_mf)

Honestly though, the background isn’t too important so the TLDR of that story: I met a slutty zombie Barbie on Halloween night and ended up fucking her arsehole several hours later. I also fucked her multiple other times that night and all in all had a great Halloween.

Still, some of you wanted to hear more about what came after, so… This story loosely follows on from the Halloween hook-up except it’s set, as you may have guessed from the title, at Christmas. It’s like when a film studio makes a sequel to a hit movie and reuses the same plot but with a slightly different setting. Like Home Alone 2 did when he got stuck in New York rather than at home. I know Christmas was last week but we’re still in the 12 days of Christmas right? Call it one last gift to help you get through the first working week of the year.

Quick side note, do other countries use the phrase “on the pull” like we do in the UK? Basically it means going out with the intention of hooking up. And it made for a more creative title. Also, I think I got carried away with this one, it’s quite long (that’s what she said!) so bear with…

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Directly following on from my last post, Barbie (real name: Zoe) and I exchanged several texts, sexts and maybe even a phone call. I found out she was 24, from Manchester and studying to be a nurse. I’d managed to go from a hapless virgin at the beginning of term to shagging a mature student nurse in the ass. My male flatmates were understandably buzzing for me.

I really enjoyed getting to know her. Unfortunately though, not a lot immediately came of it. November ended a lot tamer than October had and I was honestly a little bummed that I let it fizzle out. I wasn’t surprised as I wasn’t particularly skilled at flirting or with women in general but I was still bummed.

By mid-December my first term of the year was coming to an end. A lot of my uni friends were leaving early to go to their hometowns for the break but I was staying later, not fancying too long in my much more boring home town. As such, I ended up with a very empty apartment and not a lot to do. Still, thanks to my flatmate Bex’s love of Christmas, it looked pretty with decorations everywhere.

Since Halloween, most of the alone time I got ended up with me wanking over the thought of Zoe backing up her arse onto my cock. Although I hadn’t seen her since doing my walk of shame the morning after, I thought about her plenty. I was a horny teenager so jerking off multiple times a day was the norm and up until that point in my life, it was the greatest sexual experience I’d had so I did plenty of reflecting.

I spent several lonely nights in the empty flat attempting to flirt with randoms on Facebook and sites like Myspace (it was a long time ago…) and although I had some mild success online I was getting a bit bored. I decided to take the plunge and text Zoe. Hours went by without a response and the disappointment set in but I just thought, “fuck it, I tried.” The year before I would have just completely left it and never text again so I was at least buoyed by the minor change I could see in me. Then, by some Christmas miracle, she replied!

Keep in mind, this was over a decade ago now so I can’t remember specific details of the message exchange but I basically went in with a “hey stranger, been a while” kind of thing and asked her if she was going home for Christmas.

She replied pretty enthusiastically to my delight and said she was still around until the week before. After a bit of back and forth with some general pleasantries, we were back with some cringe flirting. She let me know how she was going out that coming Friday for a nurses Christmas night out. Naturally I enquired whether she was on the nice or naughty list this year. She simply replied “what do you think? ;)”

The standard flirty Christmas messages kept coming (ahem, cumming)… she wanted to sit on not just Santa’s lap, but *other* things. I let her know about Santa having a big sack and getting ready to cum down her chimney soon. She told me all about how we could have a not so silent night (spoilers, Zoe is quite the screamer so I knew this was true)… and I mentioned how I’d give her a “huge present” to unwrap and even put a pretty bow on it.

Something was working, she gave me her Facebook to check out a sneak peak of her outfit for Friday and left things with “hope to see you there X”

For the record, getting a girl’s Facebook that many years ago was like the holy grail. It was a big deal in the days where sending nudes meant doing it via email attachments. Obviously I spent the remainder of the evening with my dick in hand browsing her summer holiday photos. Thankfully she was just as hot as I remembered and my drunk state hadn’t made it up. I ‘liked’ her Christmas outfit photo to quite literally “give her the thumbs up”.

Before Friday came, I text all my local scouse (Liverpool for those who don’t know) friends to see who I could go out with, knowing they would be the only ones still around. Yes, I was unashamedly using my friends just for a shot at getting laid. You’d do the same. Thankfully, Jay came through for me. A little part of me was worried about putting a scouser and a manc together (notorious rivalry anyone from the UK will understand) but it was a risk I was willing to take to experience that arse again.

Not going to sugar-coat it, over the next couple of days I probably came buckets to the thought of fucking Zoe again. I was permanently horny. When Friday arrived, I was a nervous and excited mess. I felt like I was going on a date even though we’d only said I *might* see her out. I’d managed to squeeze in a haircut and get some new clothes just in case. I had also done all the necessary downstairs grooming and taken a trip to the nearby Boots pharmacy for some essentials. My thoughts were that this is what women usually go through when prepping for a hot date. Maybe I was getting in touch with my feminine side? I was like a kid at Christmas… except, instead, I was a horny teenager with a chance of fucking a slutty Mrs Claus at Christmas.

Jay came over to mine for a couple of drinks late in the evening and we played whatever call of duty and FIFA that was big at that time. I loved my student halls. We were very central, on the 11th floor and had a great view of Liverpool down below. Great for people watching. Most nights out started in our place because of this. The beauty of living so centrally also meant that we could go out very late on if we wanted to and not really worry about getting back.

On this occasion the place was also very tidy for a change. As everyone had gone, they’d left it in a decent state and I was leaving literally the next day so I’d done my fair share of cleaning my own stuff.

As anyone who has moved far away for university in the UK will attest, it’s almost mandatory that you bring your washing back home at some point for your mum to do, including all of your bedding. My dad was picking me up in the morning so I had to be ready. I had plenty of bits in bags and boxes ready to take home already so I could spend maximum time pursuing my fantasy of fucking Mrs Claus. Something I’d also have to do relatively sober as I was not prepared to stomach hours of driving with a hangover. I was on a tight schedule but I was determined.

After firing several goals past Jay on the PlayStation, we headed to the local pub quite late on. Jay didn’t know it but I was reliably informed this is where Zoe would be. He was happy enough though as he spotted one of the Liverpool FC players. Not being a fan myself, I wasn’t too bothered and my eyes were fixated on the door waiting for Zoe anyway. I was trying to play it cool by not messaging her to see where she was.

Thankfully it didn’t take long until she appeared though. A couple of pints in at the pub and in she walked, accompanied by a gaggle of other sexy Santas. I recognised a few from Halloween. Instead of slutty zombies, they were now slutty… well a mixture of elves, snow women and reindeers. Yeah, that’s a thing!

It wasn’t hard to recognise Zoe, I had of course seen part of her outfit before. It’s also not hard to paint a picture here, Google slutty or sexy Santa and you’ll see the kind of thing she had on. Red dress with white fur around the top and bottom and a classic Santa belt around the waist with thigh-high “fuck me” boots to maximise the effect. Needless to say, the dress was very short, the cleavage on show was maximum and the sex appeal was oozing. Oh and she had the hat too.

It took me longer than I’d have liked to go up to her. She definitely saw me when she came in, she gave me some teasing eyes and I flashed a nervous smile back at her. She probably thought I was an idiot. No, she definitely did – she told me later.

She was happy to see me instantly. I felt relieved and stupid. Why was I fretting so much?! It was like we instantly carried on a conversation we started a month ago and I started feeling like a bit of a god again. Like the version of me from Hallow’s Eve.

Long story short, we flirted more. She made a joke about jingling her bells and affectionately played with her own jingle bells on her dress at the same time. No, that’s not an innuendo. We got handsy in front of her friends. And when we were in a more secluded area of the pub, we’d get overly handsy. It. Was. On.

Jay hooked up with one of the other girls so was clearly happy too. He looked ridiculous with a load of glitter now on his face. You could tell exactly which girl he was getting with from this and exactly what part he’d been kissing. He shot me a grin.. a very knowing look.. and he left with the reindeer.

Soon, the remaining snowgirls and elves were itching to get to the club. Seemed like Zoe was too and she asked me to come with. Clearly I’d had more than the alcohol limit I’d set myself as I went bold and said, “Or… you could come back to mine? It’s closer than the club and promises a better time.”

I remember this line because for weeks after I kept thinking “who the fuck am I?!” I wished I could have been so bloody brave when sober. Honestly, I only became the right level of confident when I approached blackout levels of pissed. Tonight though, I’d found the elusive perfect drunk.

She told me to “hold on” and I was sure I’d blown it. She went over to her fellow nurses (who, FYI, were all a certain level of mental – I’m sure many of you have know of a crazy group of nurses at one point) and then returned a few minutes later. “OK, let’s go!” What a rollercoaster of emotions packed into a few minutes! Now it definitely was on.

We walked back to my flat. I wasn’t lying, we got there in under ten minutes and quicker than her friends made it to the club. I got through the main door and we made it the lift. I’d hardly pressed ‘11’ and Zoe’s hand was down my pants and wrapped around my cock. I’d been going back and forth between a state of semi and rock solid for the last two hours. At this point I was about ready to explode and it took all I had not to ruin my best jeans in my accommodation’s lift right there.

We made out hard as we went up. Thankfully there were no stops and no one interrupting us. Out of the elevator, round the corner and last door at the end of the corridor. Number 434. We somehow made it to the door without me blowing already. Through the door and into my long hallway. UK student accommodation was always quite basic. First door on the right, that was me.

I think I kicked the door down trying to get in and in a matter of seconds, my shoes had been kicked off, my jeans were in a pile on the floor and my shirt was half unbuttoned. Zoe had fallen to the bed and was looking up at me. I was staring right back down at her, taking her in.

For those of you who missed the description of her from the previous story, Zoe looked a bit like the classic Barbie with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Where she differed though was that she wasn’t stick thin but a curvy girl in all the right places. Full figure. Full hips. Ample breasts. Delicious legs. Quite frankly, she looked amazing laid on my bed.

And just quickly, I’ll describe me again too. A white guy who was somewhere in-between skinny and athletic. I’d started lifting weights a few months earlier and was seeing early signs of progress. I had long brown hair and green eyes and a definite babyface. Getting IDed for alcohol was a regular occurrence at uni. Thankfully plenty of girls liked the young look.

As I threatened to get caught in a trance staring, Zoe undid her belt and tossed it to one side. I brushed my hair out of my face and got on my knees, pulling her to the end of the bed and raising her dress up to her waist. To my surprise and, to be fair, elation, she was wearing a very skimpy red thong with a tuft of white fur on it. She was matching!

“Wow, you really did go all out didn’t you?” I couldn’t help but say as I tugged at the sides and removed them slowly. Going ‘all out’ was then confirmed as I exposed her perfectly shaven pussy. Guess I wasn’t the only one that did some prep.

What followed from here are some of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. So I’m going to break this down into each experience for you. As I’ve said, this was a long time ago and therefore details are a bit fuzzy so I’ve had to take some artistic license with this but rest assured this is a true story. The main experiences have stuck with me for so long because of how impactful they were on my sex life going forward and so I can recount them well enough.

I wasted no more time and went to quite literally ravishing her pussy with my tongue. I licked up the length of her pussy agonisingly slowly multiple times before picking up the pace a bit. I made sure to coat my tongue in her juices and thoroughly taste every millimetre of her. I really couldn’t continue to be slow here though – I absolutely needed her in this moment. I lashed my tongue from bottom to top and then unveiled her clit. My tongue went into overdrive, flicking it quicker and quicker. As she got close, I plunged a finger inside her and clamped my mouth over her clit, sucking hard. She was soaking wet and I was definitely doing something right. This pushed her over the edge and she came with force, yelling out.

After a moment to catch out breath, Zoe said, “You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

I kind of shrugged back at her and said, “I’m kind of surprised.” She looked puzzled so I continued, “I’m not all that experienced”

“You’re not?” she looked mystified now. I took it as a compliment, explained to her just how (in)experienced I was and told her any tips she could give I’d be grateful for.

**Cue Experience 1.**

Zoe said, “Why don’t I tell you exactly how I like it?”

I loved this girl’s brazen attitude. She really just went for things and this led to more new things later.

I told her Ok, let’s do it and that I’d follow her lead. And that’s exactly what I did. It was so incredibly hot to follow her instructions to the T and watch her get off. I loved eating a girl out before this and could have done it for hours anyway but with newly equipped skills, I was in heaven. Over the course of the night, in total, I must have been tonguing her for over an hour. She’d tell me to lick here and there, I’d do it and watch her moans build. She’d tell me slower or faster or when she wanted my fingers in her. She’d instruct me to apply more pressure and when it felt really good. I was loving being submissive to her every word.

After doing this for quite some time, I made her cum on my face again. I wasn’t even frustrated that I’d not cum yet however it didn’t go unnoticed and then came…

**Experience 2.**

“So how can I repay the favour?” she asked. Continuing to be bold, she undressed herself, leaving only her thigh-highs on. “Does this help?”

I could only nod, staring at her tits.

“How about this?” she continued as she undid my shirt fully and took it off. Then she pulled my boxers down, letting my cock spring up, “Mmm, big present indeed.”

I’m not going to brag too much but I do have a big cock. I’m not gargantuan like 80% of the stories here but I’m still blessed. She started stroking it and told me how she remembered how it made her cum last time.

“So, what’s one thing you’d like to do? If you could do anything?”

I was genuinely a little taken aback. Like, something to try in the bedroom? This was new to me. I needed a minute.. There was so much I could choose from but the best I could settle for, clearly having watched too much porn, was meekly asking, “What about cumming on your face?”

She didn’t flinch or hesitate and just said, “OK, relax.” and went to town on my cock. Ok, this was instantly going in the wank bank for all-time. She slurped all over it, took it far in her mouth (but couldn’t deepthroat which made me oddly proud) and went up and down the shaft, making sure to pay attention to the balls. I stared down at her working her magic and as she took my balls in her mouth, my cock covered the length of her face. Call this experience 2.5 because it looked amazing. I remember feeling extra hard that night. Like my dick was made of steel and my balls were extra full of cum. Guys will know the feeling. When it’s so hard that it’s almost a weird painful (yet pleasurable) feeling, with the head swollen so much and your balls aching in the best way. Feels like it’s grown an extra inch. For women, I guess it’s like being able to grip your partner’s cock extra tight and it still feels solid. Or when you take it inside you and you feel a little extra full.

Anyway… After barely any time at all, I needed to blow. I warned her and she got herself into position allowing me to unleash a huge load on her face. She jerked it fast, taking me overboard, and then I amazed myself as I watched rope after rope land on her pretty face. The first couple landed with an audible thud, which if I close my eyes and really think back to, I can still hear today. I’d never seen such a hot sight and my cock was twitching like mad as the cum-shower slowed. I didn’t realise I was capable of so much.

She kept stroking me and I told her how that was the hottest thing ever. We both looked impressed for different reasons. I was not going limp though and remembering from last time, she grinned up at me and said, “still going ey?”

She pushed me down onto the bed, took a condom out and unravelled it down my shaft before mounting me.

“I do like this quality in you.” she said.

So this was…

**Experience 3.**

Not sure how many of you have done cum-covered fucking but I would highly recommend it. Zoe was still so wet she slid down the length of my shaft easily. She readjusted so that she was in a squat-fuck position and just bounced up and down me. She was moaning out again and within another few minutes I was cumming again with her. The sight of her face covered in hot cum, splashes on her perfect tits bouncing up and down with her combined with the feeling of her tight cunt gripping my cock up and down was too much. She tightened around me, making my cock explode, filling the condom up. I could feel her legs quivering as we both came down from the sensations.

We collapsed into a bit of a heap and she asked for some tissue. I got up, passed her some and asked if she wanted a drink. I knew I needed one. I opened the bedroom door and stuck a doorstop underneath it as I went to the kitchen.

“What about your flatmates?” she asked as I stepped away, noticing I had ventured out into the hallway completely naked.

“All gone home, just me and you.” I replied.

A devilishly playful grin appeared on her face, “You should have said, I’ve been holding the moans back.” (You wouldn’t know)

“There’s still time to change that.” (I loved the confident version of me)

I walked down the hallway to the kitchen and poured a couple of waters, then heard movement behind me. Zoe walked in and she’d lost her boots but gained her hat again. There she stood in the kitchen doorway, with nothing but a Santa hat on, bathed in a combination of city lights coming in through the window and some Christmas lights draped around it. What a sight.

**And so then came Experience 4…**

… Which I’m going to write about in a separate post, together with the couple of other highlights from this marathon fuckfest, if there’s interest. Yeah, sorry – appreciate not everyone likes a cliff-hanger but I really didn’t expect this to get so long and I think these things are a bit better/more digestible broken up. Think I get a bit carried away when reliving these moments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rw6dnb/pulling_a_christmas_cracker_mf