My Sexy Secret Santa

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

When I finished high-school and went to college, my experiences with the other sex have been... limited, to say at least. Being more of the nerd kind of guy with constant A-grades and rather unimpressive interests, I had simply never really tried hooking up with a girl. Mostly from the fear of being rejected and possibly humiliated. 

The day I moved into the dorm, I knew that this was bound to change. It was like winning the lottery. Of the five other students I shared the floor with, all five were female. And good lord, did they look hot. Spanning from an age of 19 to 26, it became clear to me, how wonderfully the final transformation to an independent woman played out for them. 

I was enchanted upon setting foot in the dorm for the first time. While everyone had their private room, the large shared living room and kitchen ensured regular contact. The girls' body language and behavior had no hint of the shyness and constant consideration of social status in every interaction, that I had known from girls at school. They welcomed me with such an intimidating display of excitement and more or less discrete, sexual implications. 

Although nothing really *happened* over the first month or two, I was in heaven. Every time we got drunk together or just chilled, I had some girl sitting on my lap, grinding her butt against me dancing, or watched them fighting each other playfully for the seat next to the "only cock at the hen party". The status I was naturally given in the group was amazing.

It was the oldest girl, Sarah who introduced the sack-tapping. While the girls had a lively discussion about self defense techniques, I stood in front of our huge fridge. Bent over deeply, I arranged beer bottles in the bottom shelf, as I heard a very excited Sarah behind me.

"It dooooeeesn't mat-ter girls! There is only one technique that counts." she yelled loudly, interrupting two of the other girls that had already talked, competing with each other and the loud music. "Right Marc?"

Before I was able to react, her hand snapped up in between my legs from behind and perfectly slapped my balls through the loose sweatpants. Although it wasn't really hard, the pain hit me so sudden and unexpectedly, that I instantly sunk onto my knees with a desperate moan. 

My ears nearly rung from the unrestrained, tipsy, girlish laughter that instantly filled the room. At least two of the girls joined in with a long "Oooooohhhhh" - I really couldn't tell if it was supposed to be sympathetic or taunting. The heat in my face and ears told me that I had turned bright red. But despite the embarrassment of my balls being addressed so openly, I got hard almost instantly. 

"Sarahhh, you naughty bitch, don't break our only pair of balls around here!" the cute redhead Elli laughed.

"Oh yeah they don't break that easily, trust me. I would never risk breaking Marc's little toys." Sarah said, stepped next to me and tousled my hair playfully. 

I was on my knees with my back to the room, clutching my groin with one hand and almost crawling into the fridge. The tension between shame and raging arousal nearly tore me apart. I couldn't believe how the girls had made the vulnerability of my manhood their current topic. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time.

After that day, the sack-tapping became a somewhat regular thing, and all the girls tried it at least once. At this point, I started wondering if they figured that I kinda enjoyed it. It was all new to me, but the simple fact that my testicles had moved towards their common center of attention, was amazingly exciting. I so badly wanted things to escalate, and to be honest, I didn't mind the sack-tapping being the catalyst. 

Then came the Christmas time, and we decided to do Secret Santa. It was a total of four gifts that we exchanged on a weekly basis. There were no rules to when exactly and what had to be gifted, and my Secret Santa really made use of that.

I "received" my first gift, when I was working out in the living room. I had never done that at school times, but with the encouragement of the girls and the basic weight bench standing around from some previous inhabitant, I now did occasionally. Convinced that all the girls had gone out for ice-skating, I was on my back and doing bench-presses. 

Before I even noticed that someone had quietly rushed into the room, I was already in their control. Without any warning, my head dove under a red-checkered, short cotton skirt and I looked right at a pair of white panties that tightly hugged an obviously female crotch. It was such a beautiful surprise that I just froze and gasped for air. 

When the heavy barbell slowly came to rest on my chest, the mysterious girl who faced my body suddenly bent over and roughly grabbed the openly presented bulge in my shorts with both hands. I twitched and moaned, when her demanding fingers dug deep into my man-meat. Unable to let go of the metal bar, I was completely helpless and surrendered to my surprise visitor.

"Ohhhh... my bal..." I tried to moan, but the girl smothered the desperate words with her pussy, letting out a faint, suppressed moan herself. From the stimulation, her hands became even more demanding. One of them slipped up into my shorts from below along the inside of my thigh, fishing for my bare balls.

After the previous squeeze, I twitched and trembled in anticipation of the female hand on my most precious parts. I was *really* horny, but the rush of panic when her fingers got hold of my testicles, was brutal. The moment, my balls were trapped in her delicate, punishing hand, her other hand slid up my other thigh and grabbed my rock hard cock. Without releasing the pressure on my nuts, the girl began jerking me off. 

"Ohhh... what are yo..." I once again tried to address her, but she instantly shut me up by grinding her smooth, soft pussy on my face. It was fantastic. I couldn't believe that this was my first actual sexual encounter with a girl. Of course, I didn't last long. The intense ache in my testicles oddly contributed to the raging satisfaction that her agile hand elicited from the tip of my cock. 

With deep, loud moans, I felt a truly divine orgasm descent from heaven itself and take hold of me. Delightful shivers shook my body while the girl rhythmically squeezed my balls as if she was trying to get the last bit of cum out. The inside of my shorts turned into a hot, sticky mess. 

Still trembling from the aftermath of the overwhelming climax, the surprise visit ended as quickly as it had started. Before I was even able to process what had happened, the girl had gotten off my face and covered my eyes with one hand while whispering into my ear.

"Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa!" The gush of hot air caressing my ear elicited another shiver of my body. I was completely paralyzed by the overwhelming rush of sensations. Before I got control over my body again, the girl had disappeared and left me alone with my dream-like memory.

I just couldn't believe what had happened. When the girls got back, I tried everything to find out who it had been. But none of them behaved differently, gave away any clue or was amiss on the pictures they took during ice-skating. It drove me mad that one of them, maybe all, knew about what had happened. 

The sexual tension and anticipation made the following week a mix of torture and bliss. I so badly wanted to know who had been squeezing my nuts while giving me a hand-job, and I couldn't wait for the next gift. My fantasies went wild every night, imagining what was about to happen.

When I was in the shower at the beginning of the next week, the time had come. Suddenly, the lights went off and I stood under the stream of hot water in the pitch black. My cock instantly got hard and I had an overwhelming urge to protect my testicles. If course I did like the mysterious girl to go for them, but the anticipation of a surprise bust in the total darkness was overwhelmingly scary.

With both hands clutching my balls while my boner proudly stood out at the front, I waited and waited. Nothing happened. Finally, I opened the shower booth and stepped out, one hand still cupping my nuts. The main light switch was next to the door on the outside, but there was another light bulb on top of the basin and a switch next to it.

Although the idea of stepping out to the girls in the nude was actually a bit tempting, I just really had to see what was going on inside. With my free hand, I followed the wall to the basin and reached out to where I expected the light switch.

Instinctively, I pulled back my hand when it touched something soft and warm. It took me a second or two to process what I had just touched. It became very clear, when a small, familiar hand found mine and pulled on it. Gratefully, I let the girl place my hand on her bare tit. 

Holy fuck, did it feel good. Without hesitation, I brought up my other hand to feel both boobs at the same time. The girl's back arched back and her firm, large tits sensually moved in my palms. I could feel her hard, pointy nipples in between my fingers. The secret girl's tits were quite large, which narrowed it down to three or four of the girls. But to be honest, I had never been able to associate the looks of a girl's boobs with what they felt like...

I was so hypnotized from the sensation, that the girl's foot swinging up into my groin came as complete surprise. Deserted by a raging boner, my unsuspecting balls hung freely and absorbed the full blow, until her shin pinned my cock against my lower belly. My knees almost gave in from the intense, defeating ache radiating into my abdomen, but the girl held me in place by pressing my palms against her tits and the top of her foot against my balls from below. 

"Ohhh... gosh you're naughty!" I pressed out, eliciting a giggle from the mysterious visitor. Unfortunately, her voice was deepened on purpose and I couldn't recognize it. Before my mind was able to cope with the mix of arousal and exclusively male agony that drowned my brain, her other foot was on top of the first, squeezing my whole package in between the top of the one and the sole of the other. 

"Oouughhhh...." I moaned so loud that the other girls outside couldn't have missed it. It was crazy, how defeating and addictive the full range of sensations that this girl knew to elicit from my genitals, was. Very slowly, she began grinding her feet up and down simultaneously, maintaining an amount of pressure on my junk that made my knees buckle, but just kept me on my legs, desperate for her to not ever stop.

Once in a while, one of my testicles plopped into a position where suddenly, the pain increased tenfold. Every time I twitched and squeaked in response, the unknown girl chuckled softly and lowered the foot, only to send it back up with some momentum. The ache in my testicles was brutal. In between her feet, there was no escape, making every light kick more painful.

Without stopping the grinding of her feet, the girl suddenly let go of my hands, bent forward, grabbed my shoulders and bit my neck playfully. It was too much for me to take. When my cock started pulsing, about to be pushed over the edge of sexual climax, she gave me a rather hard kick that almost took me down. 

"Not so fast, sweetiehh" her breathy whisper crawled up from my neck. Panting, I did my best to stay on my feet and not shoot out my load at the same time. With her hands not on mine anymore, I was desperate to feel the rest of her body, hidden in the darkness. 

In a moment of surprising clarity, I moved my hands up, instead of down, to feel her hair and maybe recognize her, or at least get a hint. But all my hands found was a warm, damp towel that was wrapped around her head. With a knowing giggle, she punished me with another swift kick that compressed my whole package between her feet. 

This time, I didn't manage to stay up. The repeated kicking and grinding had turned my junk into an aching and throbbing mass of pure, overwhelming desire. As I fell down onto my knees, my hands slid down her narrow waist and curved hips. Since she was sitting on the edge of the basin, I couldn't grab her butt as I desired to. Instead, I let my hands wander to her thighs and opened them.

Just as I started kissing the soft, smooth insides of her thighs, she slid down a bit and pressed the top of her foot against my groin again. I felt my balls trapped by her pulled-up toes like in a little basket, while her angle and shin ground sensually against my cock.

When my kisses approached her opened pussy, the girl suddenly massively increased the friction at my cock and got me to cum almost instantly. Her skillful feet had me under full control. Despite - or because of - the much more intensive ache in my balls from the repeated kicks, I came even better as from her last week's surprise. 

All I could think about when the raging orgasm slowly ebbed off, was that I'd have to wait another week for her next *gift*! I just couldn't take it. As soon as I gained full control of my body again, I started a desperate attempt to keep her where she was by satisfying her with my tongue.

The snap kick, she instantly sent into my balls was not supposed to make me more horny and surrendered to her, as before - it was designed to floor me, and it did. From one moment to another, I realized how sweetly and softly all of the girls had been treating me so far. With a surprised shriek, I rolled into the fetal position on the tiles as waves of pain, concentrated in my just recently emptied balls washed over me. The pain was beyond imagination... and still so mindbogglingly hot.

 "Ohhh fuck... pleeease don't go..." I groaned into the tiles while rocking forward and back in a fruitless attempt to ease the pain. With a sweet, artificially deep but surprisingly sexy laugh, she stepped over me without another word and slipped out of the door as nude as she was. 

What had been tearing me apart in the previous week, was a lot worse now. Every time, one of the girls smiled or winked at me, my fantasies went crazy by placing her in that sexy position on the basin, giving me a foot job from heaven and nailing me in the balls right after I came. 

The odd thing was, that every single one of the girls seemed to make so much sense there. Their casual naughtiness, sexual undertones and body language soaked in subliminal erotic matched both of my Secret Santas so fucking well. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised, if they actually took turns delivering me *gifts*. From their behavior, it was also impossible to tell, how much they knew. Of course, I never had the *balls* to bring it up.

The third gift surprised me a day early. I was sitting on my desk in boxer shorts and reading a book for next semester at college, when out of nowhere, a hand grabbed my sensitive package and yanked at it. I shrieked in surprise and instantly shifted forward on my chair to give in to the rough tug. It was such a surprise that my heart skipped a beat or two. 

Had I not been desperately waiting for the next encounter, the shock may have just killed me. My desk was very visible from the door, so there was no way that the girl had been hiding there. Instead, she must have been hiding under the bed and crawled under the desk while I was reading. Relieved, I felt her fingers releasing my testicles for a moment.

"Oh fuck..." I panted, when with one rough yank, my boxers were quite literally ripped off and my junk landed right on the front edge of my chair. I had been naked with the same girl before - I guessed -, but her being right in front of my bare genitals in the light of the room still made me blush. 

Before I was able to shift back and maybe throw a quick glance past the edge of the tabletop, she had my balls secured in both hands, pulling me right to the edge of my chair. A brief moment of very familiar defeat and excitement later, I felt her mouth enclose around the tip of my cock. Whatever hardness had not been mustered yet at this point, instantly was now. 

The impression that I had gotten from her hand- and foot-job was dwarfed by the sheer wonder of her blowjob. It was as if she was injecting concentrated, materialized lust and satisfaction with her soft lips and tongue. I opened my legs for all the access she needed and sunk back onto my chair in absolute bliss.

All the while, she continued squeezing and kneading my individual balls in each of her hands, never allowing me to shift back on the chair to allow some distance between my stomach and the tabletop. Just as the previous times, it was the perfect mix of pain, incapability and pure, overwhelming ecstasy. Just as the previous times, she stopped me from cumming too early, by letting go of my cock and mercilessly clamping down on my nuts, until I got off the edge. 

Gosh, I so badly wanted to see her. I just couldn't believe that she pulled this off every week. She was the first to introduce me to the sexual joys and meanness of my male body and I didn't even know who she was...

Of course, the orgasm that I was finally allowed was absolutely beyond comprehension. The orgasms that I have previously had from jerking off were simply nothing compared to what my naughty flatmate was able to produce. I tensed, and moaned, and trembled, and nearly fell off my chair, had her guiding hands not held me painfully in place. Finally, I nearly cried from the realization that it was more than one week now to my last surprise. She had me so fucking hooked, it was actually hard for me to focus on anything than my flatmates' hot bodies and naughty games and banters.

Just when I calmed down from the climax, breathing heavily, and wondered how the girl was going to get out without me seeing her, she smashed her fist right into my nuts with deadly accuracy. Weakened from the previous sensation, it didn't even take that much for my forehead to connect with the tabletop. 

Before I had my hands under the desk, my Secret Santa gave my balls a soft kiss and elegantly darted out from below the desk to approach the door. I faintly lifted my head and glanced back, but all I saw disappearing, was a long, red bathrobe that I had never seen before.

Needless to say, the anticipation of my last - revealing - surprise was beyond imagination. It was literally the only thing I could think about. As a side note, I had a somewhat constant boner, no matter how often I jerked off to the amazing memories. At least two of the girls gave me a grin in that week that I would have interpreted as *knowing*, but what could I tell? 

In the next week, my surprise was late. Every time I entered a room, every time I passed one of the girls, I expected some sneak attack that would turn into the great finale. But the only two sack-taps I got, happened with all the girls around and the usual "shallow" entertainment. 

For the Christmas holidays, everyone went back home at some point. With more and more desperation, I watched each of the girls leave. I had planned to do so, much earlier, but there was no way I could've forfeited my last surprise. 

When only Sarah was left, I was a nervous mess, ready for her to bump into my room at any time. But then she left too, and only came to say goodbye. No hot outfit, no surprise knee thrust during the hug goodbye. I couldn't comprehend it. 

Reluctantly, I booked a train home for the next afternoon and went to bed. In the night, I dreamed about erotic surprises of the girls over and over - so much, that my balls actually hurt when I woke up. 

When I moved my hands down to jerk off right upon waking up, I noticed something at my package. Shocked, I lifted the blanket and found a colorful ribbon tightly wrapped in an x-shape around my balls and once around my morning wood, tied securely on its top.

I couldn't believe it. The ribbon was tightened just enough to inflict the dull ache that I had misinterpreted as psychosomatic, by squeezing my testicles together. It wasn't really painful, but terribly uncomfortable and degrading. This said, the more hard I got from the implications of this ribbon, the more it painfully dug into my balls.

I struggled out of the bed, careful not to inflict any unexpected tension, searching for scissors. The ones on my desk had been removed. Panting from the mean pressure that seemed to increase even more upon standing up, I stumbled out of my room and into the living room.

I froze for a couple of breathless moments as I laid eyes upon the image that was presented to me. Scattered across the room, on the couch, under the small Christmas tree or leaning against the wall were my five flatmates. Each of them were clad in a sexy, red Christmas lingerie with beautifully different levels of exposure. 

I didn't even know where to look. My cock instantly grew to its full size, cruelly increasing the pressure of the ribbon around my bare balls. Sarah, wearing the most revealing outfit which was little more than skimpy underwear, sensually rose from under the tree and slowly walked up to me, smiling invitingly. 

I watched her swaying hips as she approached, framing the tiny, almost transparent red piece of fabric that hugged her smooth crotch. Above a flat stomach with a hint of abs, her large, round boobs were barely covered by a similar red bra with white fluff at the top. 

Before I was able to wrap my head around what was going on, she reached out and pulled on the ribbon on top of my cock with one hand, while softly grabbing my balls with the other. While her fingers were super delicate, the ribbon was not, especially since my testicles began swelling from simple arousal. I really needed to get rid of it, if I was this horny.

"Ohhh is this your final present, Marc? So sweet of you. Now who is it for? And which of your presents would you like to unwrap first?"