The Christmas dinner - [F37/M41] [Romantic] [Inexperienced] [Oral] [Unprotected sex]

**Introduction**

I was born on June 16, 1972, into a strict Catholic family, far away in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Ireland. I won’t bore you with unpronounceable names - even Google Maps has no idea what the village is called, and for the last five zoom levels, there are no photos. My prospects were, frankly, very limited. Get married, have children, and before I turned forty, my life would already be over. That’s just how things went for us.

My 18th birthday was a bleak day. It rained and stormed. A party had been organized for me at the village hall. What happened there that evening is completely gone from my memory. Whether it was drugs in my drink or just too much alcohol, I couldn’t tell you.

The only thing I know is that my virginity was stolen from me that night, but I remember nothing of the event. Not who did it, not if there were more people involved, not how long it lasted. Nothing.

It only became clear two months later that I had lost my virginity that night. I was pregnant. And I was alone. No one believed my story. The priest was desperate to know who the father was, because an 18-year-old girl, pregnant and unmarried, was of course a grave sin and a stain on his reputation. The shame I had brought upon my parents was enormous.

When I was three months pregnant, I fled the condemnation. I went to my aunt in Holland. My mother’s sister had long since escaped the narrow-mindedness of village life and took me in with great love. Far from everything I knew, I lived in a foreign country, in a big city, in a completely different culture. Thanks to Aunt Mary-Ann and her friend Tanja, I fully integrated during my pregnancy. I picked up the Dutch language quite quickly, and after Irish and English, it became my third language. Sometimes, when emotions run high, I still unconsciously slip back into Irish. Much later, I realized that Mary-Ann and Tanja were lovers, but with the way I was raised, that kind of thing didn’t exist.

David was born on March 19, 1991. For the first 12 years, the three of us raised him together. This allowed me to finish school and pursue an education, which enabled me to find a job and rent a small house from the moment David started high school. When he was 16, he got a girlfriend. I was immediately enthusiastic about Katja. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had raised her on his own. He was a charming and handsome man, a few years older than me. Secretly, I liked him a lot.

Since that one night, I haven't been with another man. I’ve only had sex once in my life, and I don’t remember any of it. But I wouldn’t want to miss David for anything in the world.

**December 25, 2009**

“Mam,” David calls from the living room as I finish the last touches on my makeup. “Mary-Ann has the flu, and Tanja isn’t feeling well either. They can’t make it tonight.”

It’s disappointing, but it looks like it will be just the four of us. Katja and her dad Jim, and David and me. Katja and David are in charge of this year’s Christmas dinner. The kitchen and dining room have been completely off-limits to me all day. I’m supposed to keep myself entertained with a bath, getting ready, and putting on makeup. “Don’t overdo it, mom,” David had said. “You’re naturally beautiful.” He’s such a sweet talker, my son.

A moment later, the doorbell rings. Katja lets her father in and directs him to the living room. True to her role as a gracious hostess, she offers him a drink. I can’t help but smile. Katja is a gem. David has really found someone special in her, and she feels the same way about him.

For today, I’ve pulled out all the stops to look my best. My long red hair cascades over my bare shoulders. The green strapless dress fits tightly around my waist, hugs my hips, and has a stunning neckline — no need for a bra underneath. With my bright red stilettos, I might even look taller than my real height of 1.67m (5’6”).

As I enter the living room, I catch Jim taking me in from head to toe. “You look enchanting, Eileen,” he says. I smile shyly and give him three kisses on his cheek. Mmm, he smells amazing. “You look great in that suit too,” I reply, winking at him. “It suits you well.”

“Dinner’s ready!” comes the call from the kitchen. Jim stands, puts his arm around my shoulder, and guides me to the dining room. The moment his hand touches my bare shoulder, I catch my breath. A thrilling excitement stirs deep within me.

The dining room looks cozy. The room is lit by candles, Christmas decorations hang everywhere, and the table is neatly set. For two people. I look at David and Katja, puzzled. “Sorry, mom. Katja and I have other plans for tonight, so you two get a nice romantic dinner for two.” The smiles on their faces tell me this was all part of their plan. Jim and I are seated across from each other at the table. The food is served, and then they leave. And for the first time since my sixteenth birthday, I am alone with a man.

Dinner passes me by like a dream. We talk extensively about small talk, but I can't remember the details. My emotions and hormones are playing tricks on me. Never have I felt so excited, no horny. Yes, I have been aroused before, but the feelings I feel now are completely new to me. My body seems to be on fire. I’m so wet between my legs that my thong is soaked and the moisture is seeping out between my thighs. My breasts feel so tense that it looks like they are going to jump out of my dress. The longing itching in my nipples causes them to have stiffened and to rub against the fabric of my dress with every movement I make, causing my pussy to squeeze and more moisture to drip out. We are done with the main course and I can hardly stand it anymore. I long for Jim. To his hands over my body, his lips on mine but especially his cock deep in my inexperienced body and his tongue over my nipples. Oh god, how I yearn for that. I want to tear my dress off, offer myself to him, let him pamper me, give me completely to him. But I don't dare to take the initiative. I'm too insecure, afraid he'll reject me. I also have no experience with men. So I hold myself back and try to enjoy dessert.

"A penny for your thoughts." Jim says. “Oh, uhm, nothing”, I say, “I was just mesmerizing about tonight. I haven’t enjoyed myself this much in a long time.” I shyly look down at my plate . He gets up, walks around the table and moves my chair back like a gentleman so that I can get up. Carefully he takes my hand and tenderly pulls me towards him. I melt away in his embrace as he wraps his arms around my waist. The kiss that follows starts tenderly. I look up at his face. Very slowly his face sinks to mine. The moment our lips touch, lightning flashes shoot through my body and my body trembles. I moan with pleasure and relief. He doesn't reject me. In fact, he is seducing me. His hands have now wandered to my buttocks where they gently caress my firm behind, fanning the storm inside me further and further. Carefully he lifts me into his arms and without breaking the kiss, which has now grown into a fierce French kiss, he carries me to my bedroom. There he puts me back on the ground. Thanks to my arms that lie firmly around his neck, I don't immediately collapse in a heap on the floor, since my legs have turned to jelly. 

One of his hands slides up to the edge until it reaches the top of the zipper, which he pulls down excruciatingly slowly. Every vibration of the zipper brings me further and further into ecstasy. Our compressed bodies separate for a moment, causing my dress to slide off of me. There I am with only a thong and shoes on. The world around me fades away and only Jim still exists. I refuse to let go of his lips but with gentle coercion he manages to separate our mouths. I moan in protest. The fact that I am suddenly lying on the bed and no longer standing does not even dawn on me because 2 hands, 2 lips and a tongue take all my breath away. His lips, aided by his tongue, caress my naked skin. His hands wander over my hips. "oh Jim, take me now", I growl in frustration as he teasingly avoids my breasts. But instead of acting on my demand, he lets me go. Bewildered, my eyes fly open (when did I close them?) and I look up at him.

Excruciatingly slowly, he starts to undress. His jacket is the first on the ground. One by one he undoes the buttons of his blouse. I crawl on my hands and knees to him and caress his muscular torso with my fingertips. I can almost feel the tension crackling. After far too long, at least, that is what it feels like, his shoes, socks and pants are finally off and he stands in front of me with only his briefs on. I massage his hard cock through the fabric. There is a wet spot of his precum near the tip of his cock. I want to see and feel his manhood so I pull the edge down and for the first time in my life I see a cock. Gently I close my hand around it and rhythmically squeeze the hard flesh. Because of my inexperience, I have no idea what to do. "What do you want me to do?" I ask him in a hoarse voice. Jim just looks at me in surprise. "Wow, that sounded exciting but I have no idea what you were saying."

For a moment I don't understand what he means, until I realize that I didn't speak Dutch or English but Irish. With a smile I repeat my question in Dutch. Jim doesn't answer but closes his hand around mine and lets me feel what to do. "Do you want to kiss it?" The thought of oral sex had never occurred to me, but I am now so far gone that I’d do anything. Softly my lips press against his head and a large drop of precum slides into my mouth. That drop tastes so good that I run my tongue over his tip. His cock jerks in my hand and I am rewarded with more of that delicious fluid. But I want more. Without thinking about it, I let him slide between my lips and swirl my tongue all over his flesh. "OH MY GOD, That feels good", he moans. My hand is still slowly moving back and forth over his stiff pole. That gives me the idea that I can do the same with my lips and with slow short movements I start to slide my mouth over his cock. A steady stream of juice flows into my mouth and I enjoy it more than anything I have done before.

Suddenly Jim pulls out of my mouth and hand. Surprised and shocked, I look at him. Did I do something wrong? He sees my despair and takes my head in his hands, kisses me fervently and says: "That was the best blowjob I've ever had. You almost finished me and I don't want that yet. Now it's your turn to enjoy yourself."

Jim gently guides me to lay on the bed. I feel his mouth go to my neck inquisitively. Then very slowly to the skin between my breasts. I pant and tremble with desire. I want to feel his lips around my nipples. And then, finally I feel my hypersensitive nipple being sucked deep into his mouth. A loud moan escapes my mouth. With every sucking movement I feel how my orgasm is getting closer and closer. When I'm almost ready, Jim lets go of me. I scream in frustration, want to grab him by the hair to push his mouth back to my nipple but he beats me to it and grabs my wrists. "Calm down my fierce tigress, we have got the whole night ahead of us." I don't want to take it easy. I want to be relieved of that impending explosion. His hand is now kneading one of my breasts. Again I feel the rage building up inside me. Slower this time. His other hand pulls my soaking wet thong down my legs and over my feet. I am now lying naked on the bed and he is gazing all over my exposed body. That realization gives me a new shiver that ignites the fire in me. Jim blows his warm breath over my belly. The breath sinks down. When I feel the air caressing my smooth, wet pussy, I know there's no turning back. My orgasm is coming. Nothing can stop that.

The moment his lips enclose the stiff little nub at the top of my slit, my mind explodes. I'm cumming and nothing in my life has been able to prepare me for this event. The pleasure flows from my clit through my entire body. I scream and shake with pleasure. Bright flashes of light shoot through my head. Fireballs explode in my lower body. Electrical discharges race over my skin. His hand is still kneading my breast and the pinching of his fingers in my nipple sends the pleasure back to my lower abdomen where the storm is driven higher and higher. The tension that has built up during dinner and foreplay, erupts from me in an all-destroying explosion. My muscles tighten. I scream my throat hoarse and claw with my hands in the bedsheets. Very slowly I come back to myself. Jim has come to lie next to me. Panting, I crawl into his arms and enjoy the aftershocks of my first orgasm from someone other than myself. My god what an experience. "That was the most exciting foreplay I've ever experienced," he whispers in my ear. FOREPLAY? This was just the prelude? I feel light and dizzy in my head when our mouths find each other again.

Slowly I feel how his weight moves on top of me. What a wonderful feeling, to be able to lie underneath him like this. It feels so exciting how his beautiful chest crushes my breasts wonderfully flat and his smooth skin rubs my nipples. I feel his cock take position in front of the entrance to my fanny. Very slowly he slides into my tight, inexperienced, but very wet pussy and my still cramping inner walls are wonderfully stretched out. I feel a new storm coming up and want to feel him deep inside me. My desire is fulfilled when, without warning, Jim slides his entire length deep inside me. All I can do is moan incoherently. My nails claw into his lower back to pull him even harder and deeper into me with every thrust. He has slid his hands under my ass and with every downward thrust he pulls me hard towards him. My clit is roughly stimulated by our animalistic mating and I cum violently again. I scream out in the rhythm of the thrusts that my cramping pussy has to endure. Again and again my orgasm is lifted with every push deep inside me. I have no more energy to push back and can only receive Jims pistoning. A loud roar and an extra hard, deep thrust heralds Jim's orgasm. His hot semen splashes forcefully against my uterus. I feel 2, 3, 4 ropes erupting against my insides. A last cry of pure ecstasy and pleasure, one last deep thrust and I feel Jim's warm, sweaty body comes heavy on me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him lovingly on his neck while tears of happiness slide down my cheeks.

Slowly he rolls off of me and exhausted but satisfied I crawl into his arms. We pull the blanket over us and fall into a deep sleep.

The pain I feel in my muscles, all over my body, when I wake up lets me know the sex was not a dream. Jim's arm around me confirms that reality. My mouth curves into a happy smile. Suddenly the pain is not so bad anymore. With my hand I caress his belly and gently slide down, until I find his semi-flaccid cock. Genty I wrap my hand around it and slowly move up and down the shaft and feel how it grows and hardens at my touch. A soft moan of pleasure escapes the still sleeping Jim. Despite the bruised feeling between my legs, I long to feel him inside me again. 

A tantalizing feeling of excitement has also taken hold of the special place between my legs. I want to make love to him. I straddle Jim and position my, again soaking wet pussy over that delicious cock. Slowly I let him sink into me. I look at his face and see how his eyes lazily open. "Hmmmm, you can wake me up like this every morning my love." Tenderly I kiss his lips and I willingly allow his tongue into my mouth. I pull my knees up and sink even further over his rich hard shaft. He wraps his arms tightly around me and whispers very softly in my ear "Dear Eileen, I love you". Those five words make tears stream down my cheeks. I lie quietly on top of him and enjoy our fusion to the fullest. Every millimeter of my skin that touches him tingles with happiness. Very slowly I move my lower body up and down. The feeling of him penetrating deep inside my body sends me into ecstasy. I start to bounce on his dick. I place my hands on his chest and I straighten up. His hands close around my breasts. Faster and deeper I feel him push inside of me. He lifts his head and brings his lips to one of my nipples. He gently sucks the stiff flesh into his mouth. Harder and deeper he sucks on it. Then, my body reaches its boiling point and while I scream with pure orgasmic pleasure I feel how he cums deep inside me.

Panting, I lie on top of him, enjoying the aftermath of our short but intense lovemaking. His hands caress me from my neck to my ass. I feel his cock slowly soften until it slides out of me. "Oh Jim, Is breá liom tú". A loving smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I just told him in Irish that I love him too.It’s 2 o'clock in the afternoon of Second Christmas Day (December 26, yeah I know, it's a Dutch thing). I put my key in the lock of my aunt's house. Our arms locked tight, Jim and I enter the house. In the living room are the 4 culprits of the conspiracy. Mary-Ann and Tanja don't look sick at all but grin knowingly. When Katja and David see us, they jump up and fly around our necks. "Sorry mom, but if we had to wait for you, nothing would have ever happened. Everyone could feel the tension between you. That's why we decided to give you a hand." Katja puts her arm around David and adds with a laugh: "Looks like you really needed that push."

**October 5th, 2010**

Tired but very happy, I look at the little girl in my arms. Jim kisses me tenderly on the top of my head and gently strokes Caitlin's cheek. Next to the hospital bed, Katja and David look proudly at their little sister. Mary-Ann gives me a big kiss on the cheek. Tanja stands next to the bed with tears in her eyes and gently squeezes my hand. Who would have thought that my second time with a man would give me another child?