by Storm Young
After 25 years of marriage, I was in the middle of the divorce process. My husband had been unfaithful to me on several occasions over the years. The situation had gotten out of hand, and I filed for divorce. No one thought it was a good idea. Everyone around me kept saying: "Ann, could you give him another chance?" It's for about 25 years." And I always said no. In my opinion, it was the best thing to do. My son was older, and I could understand that. I couldn't stand his affairs any longer. Now he was in a position to do whatever he wanted, and so was I. My future ex-husband had already moved out of the house, and my son would be spending Christmas with a girlfriend, so I realized that I would be spending Christmas day alone. I was not happy about it. I wasn't used to spending Christmas alone. I had two options: to stay in bed depressed by this fact, or to do something about it.
A few days before Christmas, I woke up a little depressed. I didn't want to get up; I stared at the ceiling of my room for what seemed like hours, however, only a few minutes had passed that became eternal. I sighed and got up. I decided to try something so I wouldn't have to spend Christmas day alone. It was something I had never done before because I was married, but since I didn't have a husband I could try. I went to an online dating site; it was worth a try so I could spend the day alone. I met several men, I didn't expect so many men to be interested, but they were. I just hoped that some would be available for Christmas.
I didn't want to spend that day, in that house, alone. I could cook and we would have an excellent dinner. I just had to find the right candidate for this purpose. One man, in particular, caught my attention, and we made an appointment for Christmas day. I was relieved to find someone who was available. Most people spent Christmas Day at home with their family. This was how I would have preferred it, but the circumstances were different.
There was so much to do on Christmas day, dinner, drinks; everything had to be in place before the man who was going to join me for dinner arrived. One thing I didn't want to happen was that he would find me still preparing Dinner, and without the table. I was going around like a hotrod arranging all the last minute details and my doorbell rang just in time. I had arranged myself as best I could, and I was ready to welcome the mystery man into my home.
When I opened the door I was surprised to find that it was a man much younger than me. That was a big surprise. Handsome, muscular, chivalrous, he was everything I would have wished for and more. I watched him without inviting him in when I noticed that we were still on the doorstep, and invited him in apologizing to him. I was a little embarrassed, but it passed me by as soon as I saw the body of this man who was much younger than me. It would be a romantic dinner.
As we ate the conversation flowed naturally. I had been nervous about it, but he was an excellent conversationalist. I was very happy about that. I couldn't deny that this man was turning me on; it had been some time since I had been turned on like that. I couldn't even hide it. He was biting my lips, and I decided to take the initiative.
I got up and went to his side of the table to straddle him and kiss him as fiercely as possible, he was surprised, but then he followed my lead by hugging me with his muscular arms. I held on to him by moving around a lot on top of him so that my pussy was rubbing against his cock, which was getting harder and more prominent. We continued to kiss, he sucked my lower lip a lot, and his kisses ended up convincing me completely. I suggested going up to my room and he carried me in his arms, for him I should not weigh anything. We met in front of each other and while we were climbing the stairs we kissed, and he had his hands stuck in my butt, he had lifted my dress, and he was caressing my buttocks. My crotch was burning like a forest fire.
When we reached my room, we collapsed on my bed, he on top of me. He was kissing my breasts, my abdomen; he came down to my pussy which was very wet at that point. I went ahead and stood on top of him again to get his dick, I wanted to see what he was hiding between his pants, and I was pleasantly surprised. Without delay, I took his cock to my mouth, moving my head at a great speed, surrounding his cock with my hand while he licked, sucked his cock without stopping, which I found exquisite. The cock of a younger man. I went down to his balls, passed my tongue, and wanted to go down a little further, but he stopped me.
I was thinking that I couldn't wait any longer and sat on his dick with my back and leaning forward so that my butt was at his disposal almost directly on his face. I began to ride him in that position while he was spanking me; I was going up and down on my hips leaning on his legs. His dick was very tight inside my pussy, and the feeling was out of this world, so my moans soon became present. I was moving faster and faster and would have an orgasm too soon, yet I didn't stop. He was making a lot of noise too, and I knew I shouldn't stop, so I continued to move as fast as I could, pushing his whole cock all the way into my pussy.
He held me by the hips and made me move faster, his strength was impressive. I held on tightly to his legs and screamed as I felt a very violent orgasm take hold of my entire being. I turned around to fall on the bed, a little tired, but he was far from finished. He stood on top that time, and putting my legs on his shoulders, he set out to penetrate me with violence.
He sank into my pussy, and began to ram me with a speed that seemed excessive to me, but which I certainly did not want him to stop for a second. I held on to his strong arms while he penetrated me with everything he had, in that position his onslaughts produced a little pain that I endured screaming like a possessed woman. His dick was very big. He came to my mouth and kissed me while he was fucking me violently. I brought my hands to his sensual buttocks attracting him more to me. I knew he was going to have a second orgasm, and I had him contract my legs around his neck so much that I almost hung him by accident.
We both laughed about it and he turned me around. I stood with my back to him and arranged one leg by pulling it to my chest, to give him more access to it. He grabbed me by the hair and rode me, dropping his pelvis hard on my buttocks, sinking into my pussy, kissing my back, making me enjoy myself like never before. I screamed and shouted as he fucked me roughly. The noise we made was impressive. He withdrew from me and flooded my back with his semen, so much so that it almost stained my hair. It had been a very fun Christmas, and I discovered that I liked young men very much. They were delicious. It was the best Christmas present I'd ever had in my life.
