It's that time of the year again, when cold weather sinks in, and people start that old tradition of Christmas shopping. So many people stress out, not knowing what to buy, or who to buy for. And the fact that we are programmed that it is better to give, only adds to the stress. But not me, I enjoy giving, and even though I'm a college student on a tight budget, I do very well.
It seems that each year there is someone else I have to add to my list, so I inevitably have to start out earlier and earlier. My first stop this year will be my uncle Frank.
Uncle Frank owns a bar down on Third Avenue, and since it is a Tuesday afternoon, it should be fairly slow.
"Hi uncle Frank!" I shouted as I burst into the bar.
"Well, well, if it isn't my little lost niece! How are you?" He beamed at me as he looked me up and down. "Come on into my office, Billy, keep an eye on the place!" Billy wouldn't have much to do with only one customer in the joint, and he was a regular.
I stood there as my uncle took a seat behind his desk. His smile was ear to ear.
"You look terrific! I can't believe your a grown woman! How's college treating you?"
"Thanks, school is fine, in fact I'll have my degree this spring!"
"Wow!" I think that 'wow' was supposed to be for my accomplishments in school, but I think it was more towards the way I was dressed. I had on a Santa suit. Well sort of, I had a big red Santa hat on, and a short Santa dress with red nylons and red high heels. The dress buttoned up in front with great big black buttons, but I had the top two undone, allowing quite a bit of cleavage showing. I walked around to his side of the desk and sat on the edge right in front of him.
"I can't believe how much you've grown!" he said as he gazed at my ripe body.
"And I can't believe how much you've grown!" I teased as I reached down and squeezed his cock through his pants. "I know it's still a week before Christmas, but I'm here to give you your present!" I whispered as I worked his zipper down. After extracting his cock, I began kissing and licking it. Frank groaned as his cock became rock hard. Frank's wife died a couple of years ago, and he hasn't seen another woman since. He just pours himself into his work, and this release of tension is just what he needs. I could have made him cum in minutes with my talented tongue, but I wanted him to savor the moment, so I took my time. I would suck, and deep throat him, and pump furiously, and when I felt his balls start to contract, I would change my pace, causing him to sigh.
"Boy, you sure know how to tease!" he would moan. After fifteen minutes of oral torture, I felt it was time. I gave him all I had, lashing my tongue back and forth at lightning speeds, pumping with one hand , and tickling his balls with my long fingernails. Soon he was white-knuckling the arms of the chair, and his legs spasmed outward. I could feel the vibration of his cum as it streamed out his balls, and up his throbbing shaft. In a split second, it was filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly as I didn't want to spill any on my outfit.
"My, uncle Frank, have you been saving that all year?" I said after finally swallowing the last of his great emission.
"And I'll save it for another year, if this is what I get to look forward to!" was his response between huffs, as he stood up and tucked himself back in his pants.
I smiled and gave him a hug. ""See ya later uncle Frank, merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas Jenny, I love you. Hey say 'hi' to my worthless brother...er I mean your dad!"
"Will do!" I laughed as I headed for my next delivery.
Next on my list was Mr. Allen. He was the biggest influence on me during high school. I also had a crush on him, as he was a hunk. He must have liked me as well, as he often stared at me in class. It could have been because I always wore short dresses and skirts, and always sat in the front row, right across from his desk. Or it might have been because I "unknowingly" spread my legs a little too far apart on occasion, flashing him my panties. I could have seduced him then, but I didn't want to jeopardize his career, being the fact that I was under eighteen at the time. But now I'm all grown up, and it's time to thank him.
It's weird going back to your old high school after a few years, everything is so familiar, and yet it's so different. I checked in at the office as a visitor, and asked if Mr. Allen was still here. Being Friday afternoon, and the last day of school before winter break, most everyone had already left.
"Yes, he's still in his room, 215, down the hall and to the left." Mrs. Brighton said curtly. She didn't remember me, as she was the school nurse and I never had to see her. She was an old maid who needed to get laid. I thanked her and headed out the door.
The halls were deserted, and it was very quiet. I didn't have to look at the numbers on the wall to know where I was, this school has been burned into my memory. I peeked in the little glass window, and could see him in there. I surveyed the room, and knew he was alone. I opened the door, and closed it silently, as he wrote assignments on the chalkboard. He never saw me come in as I slipped into the seat in the front row. My usual seat. I watched as he wrote, noticing he still had no ring on his finger, and he still had a cute butt. As he finished, he turned to sit down at his desk. He caught something red out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!" he laughed.
"Do you remember me?" I said as I sat there with my legs slightly parted.
"How could I forget my favorite student? How have you been, Jenny?" He was talking to my legs at this point.
"I've been great! This is kind of like old times, huh?" I smirked as he continued the examination of my nylon clad thighs.
"Yeah, but if I remember correctly, you used to wear panties when you sat there!" He was noticeably nervous as I fanned my legs back and forth.
"Mr. Allen! You looked up my skirt during class?" I feigned surprise, but with a smile.
