I'm totally tired and unnerved when I wake up on the sixth of December. I stayed up way too late yesterday studying for the midterms and I'm pissed at myself. Why did I think it would be a good idea to do that?

I look at the clock in my bedroom and decide that it's time to move my sweet ass out of bed. First, I make myself look more presentable by brushing my hair, washing my face and applying a bit of make-up. Then, I eat some cookies because I decide that I don't have enough time for a proper breakfast. I grab my bag and my keys and open my apartment's door.

Then, I see it. On the doormat lies a small bag. Confused, I stop and remember that it's the Sixth. Meaning, people give each other small bags to remind them of the Saint Nicholas tradition at home, for which many students don't have time now.

I peek into the bag and pull out a small card. It reads: "Relax, sweetheart. - Saint Nick". Still confused, I search through the mountains of parchment paper, when I suddenly brush against something solid. When I pull the object out of the bag, I take a shocked breath and feel my cheeks getting warm. I drop it into the bag again, close my apartment's door and decide that the classes this morning are not that important.

I sit down at the kitchen table and pull the object out of the bag again, this time examining it properly. It's a huge red dildo. And when I say huge, I mean huge. I can't even close my hand around it properly and it's surely 25 cm long. Abruptly, I dump all the bag's content out on my table. When I get rid of the parchment paper, a small tube of lube appears and a vanilla-cinnamon spiced candle.

There is no question on what exactly I'll be doing with the rest of my day, when I can already feel the heat building in my lower abdomen. I can't even remember when I last took the time to pleasure myself and I don't even think I even had sex in the last year.

I get my key and lock my door back up again, before I abandon my college bag in my kitchen and stroll back into my bedroom. After lighting the candle and putting it down on the night stand, I slowly undress myself and throw my clothes into a corner of the room. Instant goosebumps rise on my skin, when the cold air hits my skin. My nipples harden instantly and I can literally feel how wet I am.

The red dildo lies heavy in my hands and I examine it closely. It's one of these realistic looking ones with juicy veins running up to the large crown. That's when I realize that the dildo has a suction cup attached to it and I can't help the small smile spreading over my face.

I attach it to the floor and test if it's staying where I want it to stay. It does. I drizzle some lube onto the large crown and get on my knees above it. Slowly, I guide it towards the lips of my already dripping pussy and try to start sinking down. I gasp, when I realize, that it's so thick that it won't fit instantly. I have to slow down even more and use my hand to steady the now very slippery rubber material. When the crown has finally made it past, I can't help but let out a small moan.

I sink down further until I feel my pussy hit the very base of the thick rubber cock. When I slowly start moving up and down, I start moaning and I really can't help it. I want to be quiet because of the people in the neighboring apartments but the sensation of being filled to the brim for the first time in forever is simply too strong.

When I have acclimated enough, I start to use all of my strength to ride the thick cock as fast as I can. I am so wet that I can hear obscene squelching sounds while moving up and down on the thick red rubber cock. I can feel a prickling sensation building in my core and I desperately need to cum but I simply don't think the cock is going in deep enough, no matter how hard and fast I am trying to ride my new best friend.

Frustrated, I let it slip out of my tight pussy with an obscene "plop" before grabbing the cock and attaching the suction cup on my closed bedroom door. I get on my hands and knees and guide the thick crown against my entrance again. This time it slips in without a problem and I can hit the bedroom door with the first move. The cold sensation of the door against my heated, wet, utterly stretched pussy makes me cry out and I am past the point of even trying to be quiet.

I start moving back and forth and close my eyes from the pleasure. I hit the door with a loud and obscene noise again and start moving faster. There is no denying that the whole floor can probably hear me but I just can't help myself. Heat pools low in my core and I feel my orgasm building slow and steady. Another moan slips free when the crown hits another spot deep inside me at this special angle and my thighs even start quivering. When I rise a hand up from the floor and start to rub small circles on my clit, I nearly come undone. I put all my strength into impaling me on the thick rubber cock and rubbing my clit at the same time. The orgasm hits me hard and I start moaning way too loud. I still don't stop moving and slowly ride out the waves that fill me with pure ecstasy.

The cock slides out of me again and I feel wetness sliding down my inner thighs. I lie back on my bedroom carpet and still can't really stop touching myself. I rub slow and agonizing circles over my pussy without really touching my very sensitive clit. I can see the wetness coating my fingers when I lift them to my mouth and slowly suck them into my mouth. I detach the cock from my bedroom door and slowly start licking it clean.

The heat still has not left my system entirely, so I lie back again and play with my nipples, that are still very hard and sensitive. I then let my fingers trail lower again and slip a finger into my wet pussy. After the thick cock, it doesn't really fill me up. I add another one and then another one and another one until I have four fingers inside of me, while my thumb is still playing with my sensitive clit. I rub my clit faster and harder while sliding the other fingers deeper inside and use them to massage my g-spot. I can't help but start moaning again when a second orgasm crashes through me and leaves my thighs and pussy shaking with the force.

I lick my fingers clean and relish in the unmistakable smell of pussy and sex in my room. I send a small thanks to my Saint Nick and close my eyes in pure relaxation and utter satisfaction. That's the only type of present I'll accept from now on.