Real Ecstasy This Christmas (Vida Guerra)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was a magical Christmas Eve night. The full moon hung high in the cloudless indigo sky, casting a silvery glow that danced across the calm sea like shimmering diamonds. A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of salt and pine, mingling with the warmth of holiday spices wafting from the ship's kitchens. The colossal cruise ship glided gracefully over the water, the sound of its engines muted by the soft lapping of waves against the hull. The light from the moon illuminated the ship’s elegant features, making it appear almost ethereal as it sailed effortlessly into the night, embracing the serene beauty of the moment. On the outside, it looked noiseless and flowed wherever the sea went.

Howbeit, inside the luxury cruise ship, it was lively and filled with sexual energy. Laughter and joyful chatter blended with the soft melodies of carols drifting through the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and celebration. A Christmas swinger party was in full swing as the ship was decked out with vibrant lights, Christmas trees, and wreaths as chiliads of the world’s most beautiful and wealthy people mingled and danced beneath the intimate glow of the crystal chandeliers. It was the cruise of a lifetime, and everything was going smoothly. The Christmas spirit was fresh in the air, and the holiday freaks were full of force. Some couples walked around with no fabric covering their bodies, and some swingers indulged in sexual activities out in the open.

Inside a cabin, four beautiful women with long hair and tanned skin lay in the center of the bed, utterly exhausted from the sexual intercourse Maré gave them. Maré’s glittering brown eyes, chiseled features, and come-here smile made them wet. The Filipina, East Indian, German, and Haitian women curled into a ball, sexually satisfied.

“I hope you ladies enjoyed it as much as I did,” Maré told them as he dressed. “Merry Christmas.”

Maré walked out of the cabin feeling satisfied with the sexual virtuoso he had with the young woman. His Santa cap sat comfortably above his ears like an Imperial Crown. The scene on the ship was still wild, as the sex and partying were nonstop. Maré drank at the bar and observed the swingers be free, happy, and enjoying the moment. It was one big fuck-fest among affluent adults. He laughed at the white dwarf with a Christmas cap chasing a muscular woman with his dick. Nothing was permissible on the cruise ship if all participants were willing.

“Let me get away for some privacy.” Maré chuckled as he left the bar. “These people are crazy!”

Maré stood on the deck for fresh air, leaning on the railings, and the breeze hit his face. Looking at the blue sea, Maré was amazed at how beautiful the waves were, which gave his mind relief and peace. He didn’t notice a woman standing beside him.

“Hello.” Her voice was soft and sweet.

Maré turned to his right, and there stood Vida Guerra, the legendary Cuban glamour model and actress. She was a short, beautiful brunette clad in a sheer red shirt with no bra and tight white pants. She had pretty long brown hair, her tanned skin glowed, and her smile was as bright as the moon.

“What’s up, Vida?” Maré responded.

“Why are you out here by yourself?” Vida asked.

“I had to get away from the orgy of excess,” Maré jested.

“It is crazy inside,” Vida continued. “Thank God for the prerequisite for this sex cruise was that every person had to pass an AIDS and STD test and perform a criminal background check….”

“Yes, they are strict about a person’s sexual history and background. They don’t want any sexual predators on this cruise. I applaud them for taking the necessary precautions.” Maré acknowledged.

Staring at the moon, Vida replied, “I love the indigo color of the sky just before the sun wakes. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen!”

“It sure is.” Maré agreed. “St. Lucia has been the perfect Caribbean getaway for the holiday season. This orgy cruise has been wild.”

Vida giggled. “It sure has. This is a first for me, but I love every second of the experience. I met some admirers on this cruise.”

“Really?” Maré was shocked. “Lucky them. Your body is too dangerous for the Internet.”

“It’s not too dangerous for you.” Vida flirted.

Maré chuckled. “Well, you can tell by my eyes that it’s no secret that I’m attracted to you sexually.”

After leaving the deck, they strolled side by side and took a cruise ship tour. A tall Afro-Latina with short hail and light eyes approached them for group sex.

Vida respectfully declined and said, “No, he’s the only one for me.”

Maré put his arms around her, and they walked off. Vida’s response made Maré feel good that he gifted her a diamond pendant for Christmas at a Cartier store.

“Oh, thank you! I love it.” Vida smiled.

“I want you to have something nice for Christmas,” Maré told her. “It’s all about making you happy.”

Maré wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth radiate from her as they strolled. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine from the nearby Christmas tree stands.

“Can you believe it?” Vida exclaimed, her eyes sparkling like the lights strung across the chandeliers. “I still can’t get over this pendant! It’s stunning.”

Maré smiled, his heart swelling with pride. “I knew you’d love it. The way it catches the light is just like you—brilliant,” he replied, feeling a rush of happiness at her delight.

As they walked, Vida gently brushed her fingers over the diamond pendant, letting it dance against her collarbone. “Every time I wear it, it’ll remind me of this moment,” she said, looking up at him with a beaming smile that melted Maré’s heart.

The laughter of couples and the distant sound of carolers filled the night air, but all Maré could focus on was Vida beside him—the warmth of her hand in his and the glow of the pendant that shone as brightly as her spirit.

The dance floor was packed with couples dressed in holiday get-up attire, ranging from Santa Claus to the workshop elves. Kenny Lattimore’s soulful “Real Love This Christmas” song blared smoothly as Maré and Vida danced beautifully beneath the bright chandeliers. They were all smiling, staring at each other, and moving to the rhythm of the music. Onlookers were so amazed at how well they danced together that they stopped dancing and watched them.

When the clock hit midnight, all the swingers shouted, “Merry Christmas!”

For that moment, it was a combination of Christmas magic and the excitement of New Year as people cheered and kissed their partners. Alicia Keys’ “December Back 2 June” song cooed in the background and heightened the party’s vibe. The excellent feeling had everybody ready for Christmas.

“Tell me what you want for Christmas, and I’ll give you what you like,” Vida said.

“All I want for Christmas is your lovin’,” Maré responded.

Vida giggled. “All right, my body’s yours for Christmas, Nature Boy. You can have anything from me because I’m here to please.”

“Let’s go somewhere for privacy.” Maré winked.

Vida took Maré by the hand and hustled him to his upper rear-facing balcony cabin. Inside, they stood by the door, tongue kissing while their hands explored, feeling their chests and toned stomachs. Once they were stripped of their clothes, they were in awe of their impressive physique.

“I’m going to suck the fuck out of your dick,” Vida promised. “I want you so bad.”

Vida dropped to her knees and began her worship of Maré’s dick. Her wet tongue swirled and danced along his dick before she took him in her mouth.

“Oh, shit,” Maré moaned from the pleasure. “Yes, suck that dick good. It’s Christmas.”

Maré loved how Vida gazed up at him while she sucked him off. Her lustful, sparkling hazel eyes fixed on him as she wrapped her full lips around his cock and gave him the blowjob of the year. Vida sucked him so hard that Maré’s eight-pack abs caved in like a Capri Sun.

Vida pulled his dick out of her mouth and said, “You haven’t met a freak bitch like me.”

“Shit, you almost made me cum.” Maré replied. “You got me charged up. You’re going to get real ecstasy this Christmas.”

Maré French kissed Vida, lifted her into his muscular arms, and carried her to the bed, laying her softly on her back. He kissed her and licked her sexy body with his wet tongue. The tickling sensation had Vida trembling. She smiled at him, and Maré got to work.

“Take me, baby.” Vida sighed. “Make me scream your name.”

The scent of her pussy was unique and intoxicating. Maré dived into her pussy. He sucked on her clit while pinching her erect nipples. The pleasure overwhelmed Vida as the erotic waves of her orgasm drove her over the edge. The erotic juice oozed out of Vida’s pussy as Maré kept lapping her. Vida breathed faster and moaned. Her eyes closed as the erotic wave reached its crest, and an intense orgasm overtook her body. She squirted all over Maré’s mouth.

“Yes, baby, give me all your erotic juice,” Maré slurped. “I love the taste of your pussy.”

Vida squirted so much that she soaked the bottom end of the sheets. Maré knelt between Vida’s thighs and pushed his hard dick into her pussy. Then he began his pumping action in her. The wet sensation of her pussy triggered Maré to thrust faster.

“Fuck me.” Vida cried.

Maré fucked her deeper and harder. Vida’s tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Maré was in a zone giving her the best Xmas dick. Vida stared lustfully into Maré’s eyes, panting and screaming his name and cumming harder with each thrust into her. It was pure intimacy as she came in sequence with the rawness of deep passion as they melted their bodies in divine ecstasy. Vida passed out from the penetrating pleasure.

“The gift of cumming,” Maré whispered. “Good pussy hits differently.”

Moments later, Vida got on all fours with her ass high and flashed Maré a playful sexy smile. Her firm tits pointed down toward the bed and looked like little pyramids. Maré smacked her ass, and Vida cried in delight. Then he slowly inserted his shaft in her ass and started plowing her. Slowly, at first, but gradually sped up the tempo.

“Fuck my ass, Maré!” Vida encouraged. “Yes!”

Her body rocked from the power of Maré’s sexual onslaught, her hair twirled wildly around her shoulders, and her tits swayed passionately. Vida pushed back every time Maré rammed in. She was so wet for him that she felt his dick slide effortlessly through her velvety walls. Maré’s hands tightened on her hips, and soon Vida climaxed. It was so intense that she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Her toned arms gave way, and her boobs crashed to the bed.

“Wow, you took those Xmas backshots well, baby girl,” Maré expressed. “You are amazing. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“I came so much,” Vida murmured. “Now, it’s your turn to come. I want to ride you to ecstasy.”

Smiling, Maré lay on his back, anticipating the ride of the holiday season. Vida climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. Once she adjusted to Maré’s shaft, she began riding him like a porn vixen. Ecstasy washed over her as she bounced up and down on Maré. They worked up a perfect rhythm, and at the rate they were moving, their sexual eruption was nearing.

“I’m going to cum,” Vida declared.

“Yes, ride that dick until you cum.” Maré shouted. “I’m about to blast!”

Vida’s soaked pussy squeezed Maré’s cock as she orgasmed, which triggered Maré to pump his hot holiday load into Vida. He kept thrusting upward until he filled her hole. Then Vida fell on top of him, panting like an athletic woman who’d just run a marathon.

“That was the best Christmas sex I ever had,” Vida admitted. “It was amazing. Thank you.”

“No, thank you for the amazing Christmas present,” Maré replied. “Your orgasms are my satisfaction. Sex hits differently when you both cum at the same time.”

Vida chuckled and smiled, “Real ecstasy this Christmas.”

They stood on the balcony, watching the long trail of churned-up water behind the cruise ship, stretching seemingly forever like a freeway in the sea.

[thewildcard]

Wow, this story made me remember when Vida used to be all over the place. A real blast from the past.