AN ADULT CHRISTMAS By Abby
As children we all had been told the story of Santa Claus. As teenagers we are told the "truth" about Santa. But as we learn in this story, Santa is indeed true and there is a lot our parents forgot to tell us regarding this jolly old man in the bright red suit.
It is Christmas morning at our house. My husband Bill and I thought we would sleep in for the first time in seventeen years. It was this year that our youngest turned 11 and had determined there was no "real" Santa Claus.
Actually poor little Traci caught her Daddy eating Santa's cookies last year. At first she thought he was stealing them but later she put one and one together and decided there was no Santa. Her older siblings; Jerry (17), Melissa (15), and Carl (13) had been teasing her about believing in him for so long.
Anyway, Bill and I were shocked when our sleepy-eyed Traci came running into our room at 5:30 in the morning. We had been up until almost 2 am, putting the finishing touches on the presents we bought the kids, and were very sleepy. We tried talking Traci into waiting but she claimed she had seen Santa last night..."He is REAL!", she kept shouting.
We had no idea whom she had seen and thought was Santa but it was obvious we were not going to get any rest until the gifts were opened.
Melissa and Carl followed us downstairs, trying to hide their excitement, while Jerry insisted on sleeping in late.
We could hear the kids scurrying about as I put my robe on and headed for the coffeemaker.
Bill met me in the kitchen and we waited for the coffee to finish brewing...our way of torturing the kids! Finally Traci came running into the kitchen urging us to hurry.
As I stepped into the living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was tired and knew I had to be seeing things. The entire room was filled with gifts! We always overindulge at Christmas time but this was too much even for us. The most stunning sites were the new bike Traci wanted that was too expensive so we didn't get; and Melissa had an entire computer system that had to have cost over $3,000!
I looked at Bill with anger in my eyes. He looked back at me with equal displeasure. We each thought the other had done this on the sly. It was soon apparent that Bill was as surprised as I when he realized I hadn't purchase the extras either.
Each item was tagged: "From Santa". Not sure what we should do I told the kids we didn't buy these gifts.
Traci shouted gleefully, "No Mamma, Santa brought this."
"Now Traci I thought we understood there is no Santa.", Bill said sternly. I think he was afraid he was in trouble again for eating Santa's cookies.
The day went on and each of the kids were delighted with their gifts from "Santa". Bill figured it was my parents, "After all, they have keys to our place...we will have to chew them out after church."
After church service my parents were to come to the house for an old fashioned Christmas dinner. Bill and I decided that I would corner Mom in the kitchen and he would discuss it with ***. We needed them to stop spoiling the children.
Mom and I were alone in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the various dishes. When they were in the oven I asked Mom to sit. She filled her cup with coffee and had a nervous look on her face. I knew we had the culprits now!
"What!", my mother screamed, "I was afraid you were going to say you were pregnant again...the way you and Bill go at it..."
"MOM!", I was a little embarrassed but I shouted mainly to get her back to the point. She and I had many talks about sex and seldom were either of us blushing at the end.
"I can assure you that we did not buy those gifts!", My mother said. One thing that was clear about my mother was that she was honest and never lied to me.(other than Santa Claus.)
"Then where did they come from?", I said, more of an inquiry than an accusation. "I know... it was Bill's parents!", I finished excitedly.
Mom looked into her cup of coffee and said, "Dear, they live 1000 miles away. There is no way they did it."
"THEN WHO DID?", I unconsciously shouted.
Again Mom was looking into her coffee cup running her index finger along the brim. She would always do this when she had something difficult to explain.
The last time I saw her like this was when Bill and I were getting married. Her concern was financial. Bill and I married quite young (he was 19 and I was 18), but we held off on having children until we had more money because of this very look. When Jerry was born I was 23; making me 29 when Traci was born.
Now I am forty years old, again sitting in the kitchen watching my mother contemplate her every thought before saying a word.
"Does Traci still believe in Santa?", she asked.
"I told you before she caught Bill eating the cookies..."
"DOES she STILL believe?" mother asked determined to get a response.
"No, I don't think so.", I answered, "Why?"
"You just turned forty a month ago." Mom said... not asked... said.
"Yes?...So?"
"There is something I have never told you. The time has never been right.", Mom continued.
I began to worry. I had seen the movies before; I was adopted, or she had an affair. What did this have to do with Christmas and the mysterious gifts?
I stood and started another pot of coffee.
Mom continued, "I'm not sure how to say it now either."
"JUST SAY IT MOTHER!", I said impatiently.
"There IS a Santa Claus."
"WHAT?" I was determined that maybe Mom had become delirious.
"We believe, as parents, that we are to act as Santa. We do that and make sure the kids do not catch us. But something strange happens when the youngest child no longer believes and the youngest parent turns forty."
Mom stopped, took a long drink of coffee and walked around the room nervously, before sitting back down at the table.
She went on, "You see there IS a Santa. But he waits until the kids don't believe and THEN he comes to the house."
"Mom, really, if this is a joke it isn't funny."
"I am serious." she said. From her expression and concern I knew she was definitely serious.
"You remember the car that your brother got or the trip to the Bahamas you received?", mom asked quietly. I nodded. "We didn't get those for you. Santa did."
"So now, after 40 years, I am supposed to believe in Santa again?" I asked.
"You will find out soon enough, Dear. For this time Santa will appear to you and Bill. He will show up at your house again as you sleep on December 26. He will awaken you and you will know it is true."
"Okay Mom, good story...now take the gifts back." I was now getting pissed off at her little game.
"You will know soon enough. I am sorry I can't assist you more. But I CAN tell you this...you will enjoy Santa Claus, he is a nice man."
Suddenly Bill came running into the kitchen, "Abby, meet me upstairs...NOW!" I was startled at his insistent nature but followed him up the stairs to our bedroom.
"You know what that goofy father of yours tried telling me?", he was still screaming.
"That there IS a Santa Claus.", I answered.
Bill calmed down, listening to what I had just said. "Yeah. Your mom say that too?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe them?", he asked.
"No. They must have bought the gifts. I just don't know why they are lying about it. It's not like them to lie."
Christmas finished with no further talk of a "real" Santa Claus. We decided to let the kids keep the gifts to avoid any further talk on the subject.
The next day I continued thinking of what Mother had said. I wanted to ask our neighbors about it but was afraid they would think I was strange.
Bill and I had dinner alone, after the kids went to bed. Jerry was still up we could hear his stereo blaring. After dinner I got ready for bed. I'm not sure why I did it, but I put on a very sleek, sexy teddy that Bill had bought a while back.
Even though I am forty years old, I still have an attractive body. At 5-8 and 130#, my natural red hair is shoulder length but my legs quite long. My breasts are not large, 34b, but that keeps the sag to a minimum. I looked at my body in the mirror and was glad I had joined the health club.
I slipped under the covers and began descending into sleep. I was surprised how quickly I had fallen asleep. Bill crept quietly into the bedroom and slipped under the blankets, trying not to wake me.
He always sleeps in the nude, and this night was no exception. He works construction and has also kept his body in very good shape through the years. He nestled against my back, and I could feel his thick cock stiffening against the cheeks of my ass. Bill's cock was quite thick, but not extremely long.(6" long; thick as my wrists) I'm not sure why men worry about the length so much.
Bill was no exception. He constantly assumed that since he was not long, I wanted one that was. In high school, before I had met Bill, I dated several guys. I slept with three. One claimed to be 9 inches long, one 5, and the other was 9" and thick. I found that I was more physically satisfied by the width and more mentally satisfied with the length. The longer a guy was the less of him I could handle but it painted a beautiful picture.
Anyway, Bill's cock had hardened to the point it had to be uncomfortable for him. I decided to quit pretending I was asleep and I reached around and grasped the enlarged sword. I felt it twitch.
"Sorry to wake you.", Bill said, "I hadn't planned on that."
"No problem dear. I was thinking about you anyway."
Again, I felt a sudden twitch of his penis. It was rare that we had spontaneous sex. With four children, time alone was equally rare.
Bill grabbed his cock and began gently rubbing it against the crotchless entry of my teddy. "NO BILL. The kids will hear."
"What will they hear? You haven't had an orgasm in over 10 years. If my cock was bigger...THEN they would hear."
"That's silly.", I said. Why couldn't he accept that I felt uncomfortable having sex with the children around.
Bill turned over in a huff. I was thinking about what had happened. I began feeling guilty. I mean I knew it was not the length of his cock, but just because I wasn't in the mood didn't mean he wasn't.
I rolled over to face Bill and saw the erection had only slightly wilted. It still pup-tented the bedspread. My fingers walked across his abdomen and rested against the thick vein.
"I'm sorry. I don't feel like going all the way.", I said.
As I wrapped them around my husband's cock, he again came to life. When we were younger, Bill used to like for me to be real slutty when we had sex. I decided to try it out again.
"While you can't have my pussy, I do have another tight, warm, wet hole for you to fuck." I couldn't believe I was saying this. "You want to fuck my mouth, Bill? Stick that thick swollen cock in my dirty little mouth?"
He turned toward me. Eager to see how far I would take the game this time. Bill used to tease that it was my mouth that persuaded him to marry me. I had a passion for cocksucking in those days. People said it was giving up control but I found it to be just the opposite.
"Your choice, stud... you want a slow sloppy slurping blowjob, or would you rather fuck my mouth?" In our younger years, Bill loved to forcefully fuck my mouth, but in his maturity he has found a fondness for a slower more delicate blowjob.
I was happy he chose the slower one this time.
I slowly teased the tip of his cock with my tongue. The secret was to move as slowly as I could while still preserving the erection. Bill gently massaged my legs as I very gradually engulfed his thick manhood. While his thickness was more than enough to fill my mouth, if he were any longer I wouldn't be able to deep throat him. I knew this was his favorite activity because he became helpless as my lips touched the base of his cum-filled cock.
I could feel the tip of his erection at the entrance of my throat. As I made room for him I felt him twitch. I was hoping he had some control left because I was enjoying this so much.
What was that? Yes... I was enjoying sex again! I felt my loins grow damp with my sweet juices. My hand slowly found its way to the crotchless opening as I extracted the majority of Bill's length. I used my own fingers to spread my pussy lips and finally probe the entrance to my womb.
"Your cock feels so good in my mouth, baby." I teased, "You think you can fit it in my throat?"
Bill had now replaced my fingers with his own. Thrusting slowly into my quim at first, then gradually speeding up.
"I think you want to cum in my throat." I moaned, "Do you want to fuck my throat, Bill? Your cum splattering straight to my belly?" I still wasn't sure why I was doing this again. The animal in me must have been laying dormant waiting for the right time.
I wanted Bill to fuck me, but I knew it was too late for that. I had promised to swallow his cum and it has been a long time since we did it twice in one night.
"Quit talking and start sucking.", Bill teasingly moaned.
I thrust my mouth against his erection, taking it all the way to the entrance of my throat. I stopped partly to tease him and partly because I felt such tingly sensations from my finger-filled cunt. As I prepared to take the remainder of Bill's cock into my throat, he startled me by replacing his fingers with his tongue. Bill used to go down on me with regularity but in the past 5-6 years it has gradually become non-existent.
The minute I lunged his cock into my throat, he reacted like a schoolboy. His body began quivering and then I felt his thick cum squirting into my throat. Early in our marriage, I discovered that, once I was used to it, deep throating Bill while he came was easier on the taste buds. His seed bypassed the taste endings of my tongue and satisfied both of us.
On the third burst of the warm seed, I decided to continue my slut act. I pulled his cock out of my throat and allowed the final two smaller loads to land in my mouth. From there I let it dribble to my chin and roll off onto his shaft.
As I cleaned the spilled cum from his root, he was busy thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy. His tongue unlike his cock was quite long. I could feel his cock shrinking inside my mouth as I felt an orgasm coming.
It startled me at first. I buried my mouth into Bill's crotch to stifle the screams but I could tell from the way his cock was springing back to life that he knew I was cumming for the first time in 17 years.
Exhausted from the whole ordeal we fell asleep, still entwined in a sixty-nine but now laying side by side.
Bill and I were in a deep slumber as a result of our lovemaking. I was quickly awoken as I heard a loud crash coming from one of the other rooms.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes I realized it wasn't a crash but that damn music coming from Jerry's room. Seeing that it was 3:30 in the morning, I put my robe on and went to turn the stereo off. I figure he must have fallen asleep with it on, though I wasn't sure how that was possible.
As I entered Jerry's bedroom, I noticed that his telephone was off the hook. I turned the power button on the stereo off. When the sound diminished I heard Jerry's voice, "...my cock in..."
"OH GOD!", he screamed and I saw him hang the phone up.
I stood there shocked, not even realizing until later that my son was laying in his bed nude...and masturbating. I knew he masturbated but I really didn't want to see it... and what was the phone? PHONE SEX!
I hurried out of his room and bustled back to my bedroom.
When I closed the door to our room, I was hit with another surprise. My husband was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed still naked and talking to someone. I turned the light on to see who it was.
There were two people sitting on the love seat next to our bed. One man, one woman!
The woman was very stunning. She appeared to be in her early thirties, about my height but very thin and very sexy. Her breasts were gigantic and very firm, her outfit was three sizes too small. The hem of her skirt didn't even cover the dark pubic hair beneath. Her cleavage was flattered from the outfit and obviously supported with a wonder bra.
The man also appeared to be in his thirties, maybe middle 30s, and his short hair was starting to gray giving it a salt-n-pepper look. He was very muscular and was dressed in a tailor made business suit. The odd thing about it was the suit was a bright red color.
"Who's this?", I tried to remain calm.
"They... uuhh... claim to be... uhhh...", my husband stuttered. His cock was completely erect again and I know the beauty of the half dressed woman in front of him had something to do with it.
The strange man then said, "Excuse me Mrs. Sullivan, I know this will be difficult for you to believe but I assure you if you give us a chance to explain you will find our story to be true."
The gorgeous hunk of man looked to his lady partner and continued, "I am Kris Kringle and this is my wife Holly."
"WHAT THE FUCK...", I slipped.
"Please, give us a chance.", Holly said.
"Only if Bill puts some clothes on.", I said trying to defend my territory.
"That's not necessary.", Kris continued, "You see we are here to answer your fantasies." He looked to me and then back to Bill and finally returned his gaze to my robe covered body.
"This is the most difficult one... the first.", he kept going, "You each have so many fantasies. And it is difficult to convince people we are real? the first time."
"I still don't understand?", I was in shock.
"We are here to answer your sexual fantasies.", Holly explained, "We are Santa and Mrs. Claus."
"RIGHT!", Bill finally said, taking his eyes off Holly's breasts long enough to join the conversation.
"Santa's an old man.", I said. "You are definitely NOT old."
"We are here in a vision you each have fantasized.", Kris said. "What can I do to convince you I am Santa Claus?"
"I don't know of anything." Bill responded.
"What if I say that Abby had her first orgasm in 17 years a few hours ago?", Santa continued.
"I'd say you are a fucking peeping tom!", Bill screamed.
"Then how did I know it was the first in 17 years?", He said with a smirk on his face. "And Abby, you just caught your oldest son masturbating while talking on the phone. Don't worry he was talking to his girlfriend, not some stranger on a 900 line."
Bill looked at me and I must have been white as a ghost. "Oh my God!", I mumbled, "Mom was right. OHHH SHIT!!! They are telling the truth."
"Good. Now that we have that taken care of, let's get down to business.", Santa said.
"We have decided to allow each of you two of your fantasies. You need not tell us what they are...We already know." Santa took Holly's hand and helped her up from the couch. Her dark burgundy colored hair was beautiful. But most importantly her hem was now low enough to cover her pantiless bottom. "First off, let's take Bill. You have fantasized about making love to a beautiful buxom woman. You dream of sliding your cock between the large fleshy globes, after taking her doggie-style in front of a mirror, where you can watch them sway with each thrust of your cock."
"WAIT!", I screamed, "WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS?"
"Relax Abby, they are tucked away and in a deep sleep. Even Jerry has forgotten your intrusion and has drifted into slumber.", Mr. Kringle explained.
"Now, where was I? Oh Yeah... You watch them sway. You also want a loud woman..." Santa looked at me for approval, "You want her to scream her satisfaction as your cock empties itself into her quim."
I couldn't believe this. My faithful husband was wanting this young slut-like woman? I remember he begged me to dye a little black into my hair. Exactly the color of Holly's hair.
Holly slowly dropped to her knees, still clothed, and crawled to the edge of the bed where my husband was waiting; stiff cock and all. I wasn't sure I could handle all this...watching my husband with another woman.
As Holly engulfed Bill's rock hard cock into her mouth, Santa approached me. He helped me out of my robe and onto the bed, still dressed in my teddy.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Abby. I know one of your fantasies is to have larger breasts. Part of my job here is to make you happy with what you have." He then peeled the teddy off my sensitive body.
"I will go to your fantasy soon.", Kris explained, "But right now I would like for you to help with Bill's. He would like two women feeding off his cock."
I was a little self-conscious of being naked in front of these strangers, especially the well endowed Holly. I did as instructed and crawled between my husband's legs. Joining Holly alternating our tongues against his shaft and suckling his balls.
Then Holly and I decided to try something different. She lapped up on side of his thick shaft while I did the same on the other. That was all Bill could handle. His cock erupted, shooting streams of his cum into the air and landing on our cheeks.
"Poor Bill" I thought. He came so quickly he couldn't enjoy the rest of his fantasy. "Nonsense Abby!", Santa said. He startled me as I hadn't said anything. "Look at his cock. It isn't shrinking at all. It will remain hard and full of cum until we are done."
This was crazy... how could this be happening?
I then saw Holly shed her clothes and get on her hands and knees in front of our mirrored closet. All the lights were on in the room making it very visible. Bill positioned himself behind the vixen. She knelt up on her knees using her hands to massage and press the 40DDs together, teasing Bill all the way.
Bill pushed her back down and began rubbing his cock against her moist lips. As he thrust into her tight pussy, she screamed loudly. I knew the kids would surely wake up! Each thrust brought another round of moans from Santa's slutty wife.
I could see Bill watching the same thing I was, her large tits bouncing under the pressure of each thrust.
"You needn't watch any longer.", Santa said. "I am ready for your fantasy."
"I'm not sure what that is?", I confessed.
"You want excitement. You want romanticism. You want risk." Santa gloated, "You once fantasized about making love in a driving rainstorm, with lightning, thunder and a downpour."
"Yeah.", I considered, "But it isn't raining."
"Not yet... but it will be soon.", Santa gleefully answered, "Follow me."
I took one last peek at my husband, looking for his approval. He didn't even know I was leaving. His hands firmly gripping Holly's hips as he drove his cock into her quivering body repeatedly. Holly was oblivious as well, she was greeting each of Bill's thrusts with her own high decibel screams and moans.
Santa then motioned for me to walk out on our balcony with him.
"Let me get my robe.", I said.
"Nonsense! Come out here now...the risk of getting caught will be very exciting to you."
I humbly followed the gorgeous hunk of a Santa onto the balcony. I couldn't believe what I saw once I walked into the crisp December air. Our balcony (which is actually more like a second floor deck) had been transposed into a giant beach. There was sand and water, a lifeguard stand, everything to make it appear to be a beach. The only thing reminding me that it was our balcony was the close proximity of our neighbor's house.
I could see a light on inside the McNeal's home, through a window overlooking our balcony. "MY GOD WHAT IF THEY SEE ME?", I thought.
There was still no rain, but I could feel the temperature rising. My body was no longer chilled from the air. Santa led me to a beach chair where I sat still thinking of the scene going on in my own bedroom.
Santa broke my thoughts, "Here Abby, Look through these." He handed me a pair of binoculars. He hadn't told me where to look but instinctively I decided to peer into the McNeal's window. Because the window was above where we were sitting, I didn't expect to see anything other than the ceiling.
Then Santa guided the binoculars down so that all I could see was the side of their house. "Now Focus.", he said.
I adjusted the focus and was surprised to see that these binoculars were piercing the walls of the home and giving me a perfect view of the empty McNeal bedroom.
The chair I was sitting in was of the lounge variety so I was very comfortable. Santa told me to continue watching and to masturbate until he returned. He needed to check on Bill and Holly.
I learned later that Santa held Holly's glorious breasts together as Bill got his first taste of a "titty-fuck".
Santa returned to the balcony. "Good girl, Abby. I was hoping you had followed my instructions."
"Yes Santa, but all I can see is an empty bedroom. And it isn't raining.", I whined.
"Nothing?", Santa asked obviously confused.
He took the binoculars away and gave them a swift thump along the side. "Now try."
I looked again, this time not feeling as guilty as did earlier. I could see a woman laying in the bed with her back to me. There didn't appear to be anything else happening. I was a little disappointed.
"Keep looking, Dear.", Santa said. I felt his hands removing mine from my crotch. Then I felt my legs spread slightly, once again the air felt nippy as it rushed against my exposed pussy. The sensation of warm breath blowing against my clitoris caused me to look away from the McNeal's and directly into Santa, who had begun licking my wanting loins.
Remembering that I was suppose to keep my eye on the bedroom, I returned my gaze to the boring scene.
However, the scene was no longer boring. The woman had rolled over and I could see her face. It was Gloria Lombardini...the Mayor's wife!
I could not believe what I was seeing. For starters, I couldn't believe Roy would be cheating on Janet. Roy and Janet McNeal seemed to have the perfect marriage. They were both in their early fifties, have raised four kids, the youngest was currently attending Princeton University studying physics.
Secondly, while Roy is a very homely man, Janet is a very attractive lady.
There wouldn't be no reason for Roy to cheat either. Janet and I often talked about their sex life, which was very active.
Finally, Gloria is not only the 38 year old wife of Anthony J. Lombardini, she is also the ******** of the wealthiest man in the state, Ira Goldstein. There had been a big scandal during the last mayoral election when it was learned that Mr. Goldstein illegally contributed a large amount of money to the campaign. It still wasn't known how Tony won the election.
Gloria had left for the restroom giving me a chance to regroup.
I tried to keep the binoculars steady but found that difficult as Santa's tongue expertly explored my pubic region. I felt myself becoming very excited. I wasn't 100% sure it was only the tongue and not getting the juicy gossip on the mayor's wife.
When Gloria returned, she was wearing a very sheer nightgown. It was so sheer that I could see her 32A breasts with their large nipples, the garter belt holding her matching stockings in place and, the thick dark hairy patch between her legs.
She was smoking a cigarette as she approached the bed again. She crushed out the cigarette and literally hopped into the bed as the bedroom door opened.
My eyes were so focused on Gloria's 5-6 125# frame that I didn't care about looking at Roy.
Santa was very patient with me, I felt very good but I was much more interested in watching the neighbors. He understood me... that's it.
Gloria unbuckled his pants, I gasped as I saw the large erection she fished out of his pants. It was larger than any I have ever seen. I would guess it to be at least 10" long and pretty thick too.
As I scanned the binoculars upward, I saw something very unexpected. It wasn't Roy...it was their youngest son, Robert.
Bobby, as I always knew him, was something of a nerd. He was always studying, most likely to forget the fact that he never could get a date. You see, Bobby is 18 years old, about 5-11 and doesn't weigh over 145# soaking wet. His hair is that awful, orange-ish red color. But little did anyone know, he possessed a piece of flesh that probably was the largest in the county.
Gloria rubbed her palms vigorously against the large fleshtube. She was looking directly at him and saying something. I couldn't hear, but I would guess from the nasty expression she was making, that it had to do with where she wanted his cock.
Bobby knew where he wanted to put it as well. He directed the snakelike manhood to her puffy ruby lips, letting the tip of his cock rest at the entrance of her mouth. She opened as wide as she could and Bobby shoved several inches in. Soon he had managed over 2/3 of his muscle into her mouth.
I was so excited watching this, I couldn't take my eyes off the two. Here was a woman 20 years his senior, taking his cock like a pro. I loved watching her lips. They were so full and erotic as she bobbed the length of his shaft, occasionally making room in her throat so he could proceed.
My body began to twinge as I felt my second orgasm of the night rocking through my body. I was surprised as I heard my voice echoing, "YES! EAT MY PUSSY, SANTA... MAKE ME CUM!"
When I returned my attention to Gloria and Bobby, I saw that Bobby had pushed her back and was now preparing his saliva covered member for implantation. The second he had entered her, I saw Gloria arch her back and her mouth was opened wide. Her mouth was obviously singing the praises of what she felt between her well tanned thighs.
Just as they started a fast rhythm, Santa raised his head from between my legs and said, "OK Abby, that is enough. Come lay on the sand."
I didn't argue although I wanted to keep watching. Santa led me by my hand and helped me to the hot sand. At first the sand was so hot it was uncomfortable but soon my body had adjusted. I thought it odd the sand was hot -- afterall it was late December and it was the middle of the night.
I could hear Holly screaming and moaning about how great a lover Bill is and how "no man had ever loved her like this."
Then suddenly there was a flash in the sky, followed by a loud bang a few seconds later. I felt a sprinkle of raindrops falling onto my naked body.
Santa returned to the balcony wearing only a small pair of bright red bikini underpants. His body was immaculately sculptured. Every muscle rippled and he was so tan. From the size of the bulge in his bikini pants, I knew he was adequately equipped.
The rain had intensified and was now on the verge of a downpour. Each raindrop that pelted my exposed body sent another tingle through my nervous system. Santa approached me and pulled me to my knees. The sand was sticking to my wet body. "You make Santa nice and big." he said, "Then we'll get down to business."
Without another word he picked up the binoculars and started looking to the McNeal house himself. "That McNeal boy... he sure dazzles the ladies that give him a chance." Santa said to no one in particular.
"And poor Gloria, she only knows one way to show love and that is with her mouth, cunt and ass." Santa continued.
I'm not sure what shocked me most. Santa watching two people having sex? Santa saying the words "cunt" and "ass"? Or that Mrs. Lombardini would actually engage in anal sex?
Without leaving his binoculars, Santa reached for my head and guided it toward his wrapped flesh. "We mustn't daddle Abby... Bill can't take much more."
I slipped my thin wrist inside the elastic of Hunk Santa's briefs and gently squeezed his blood engorged shaft. Now the rain was hitting against my ass cheeks, washing the sand off.
I gently tugged his briefs down and saw a semi hard cock that was not only about an inch longer than Bill's but was even thicker. I admired the skin and flesh for a moment before continuing.
As if nothing was happening to him, Santa said, "Young Bobby is really pumping a load into the mayor's wife. You know why?"
I looked at him confused. He continued, without looking back to see my stare, "Bobby caught Gloria and his mother in a rather compromising position...Go ahead Abby, you can suck my cock while I tell you the story."
I took the head of his cock between my lips, careful not to bite him with my teeth. I could feel his cock growing even larger as it was resting on my tongue.
As soon as I had a rather rapid pace going on Santa's love stick, he continued the story. He explained that Bobby had come home early from college for Christmas break. He didn't expect anyone to be home so he went to his father's porn collection to find a movie to watch. As he was heading to his room, he heard a noise from his mother's room. The door was open more than just a crack.
He could plainly see his mother and Gloria engaged in "mutual oral activities". Typically a boy his age would run for cover, appalled by the sight of his mother naked, let alone engaged in lesbian sex. Not Bobby, he went back to his father's den to get the video camera and taped the entire scene from the doorway.
He never told his mother of this. But he did approach Gloria. He said he would turn the tape over to the press if she did not satisfy his every sexual wish during his month long stay.
She was appalled but a little conceited as well. She felt if she had sex with him (obviously his first) he would be so grateful he would produce the tape. The exact opposite happened...She discovered how large Bobby was and decided this could be fun. After all, Gloria is known as a trampy woman...just nothing ever sticks...no proof.
"Anyway that was over two weeks ago and they have been doing this every chance they have. They have done it at both of their houses, in cars, motels...you name it."
Santa paused briefly, grunting as he thrust his cock into my mouth again. He quickly extracted it and began stroking himself, aiming his cockhead at my face.
I opened my mouth to give him a target but he missed. The first shot landed on my cheek, the second on my nose and finally the remainder did land in my mouth.
As I cleaned off Santa's cock, he continued, "The only thing he hasn't done to her is fuck her ass. She is scared of that because of his size but won't tell him for fear that he hasn't even thought of that yet."
Santa pulled his cock from my mouth and finished his thought, "But I think they will do that tonight."
I couldn't believe that Santa had just cum, dropping loads of his thick white cum into my mouth and along my face, but didn't make a single noise other than that tiny grunt. I didn't feel like I had done anything for him.
"Abigail, I hope I have shown you something.", Santa said. "I came and I enjoyed myself...but by holding in the noises that allow my partner to know how I feel takes away something from them as well."
"I hadn't thought of it like that.", I said.
Again Santa went inside telling me to remain. I looked through the binoculars again and realized that Santa was right. Bobby had half his stiff thick cock buried into Gloria's asshole. It was obvious from the glistening that he had lubricated her but she still seemed in some discomfort. If I listened close enough I swear I was able to hear her screaming.
I heard Santa's voice as he returned, "Now remember you can only watch. If you get to the point where you need to cum, just ask Holly. She will be happy to assist you. Besides, that way, I get to watch my wife with a stranger too."
I dropped the binoculars and tried to straighten my hair. Of little use since it was completely wet from the rain which continued to fall. I watched as Santa gave Bill a chair to sit in and watch.
Of the four of us only Holly had any clothing remaining. I recognized it as the stockings and garter Bill ahd bought for me last year. I can't believe he fucked her while she wore my outfit. Her tightly trimmed pussy was still noticeable as were her well rounded and cum splattered breasts.
Santa turned to me and commented, "Abby, Bill has dreamed for some time about seeing you with another man." I looked to Bill and saw him smile. I had never known Bill had these fantasies.
"He has been scared to talk to you about them because he thinks you are hung up about sex." Santa went on, "Tell your husband that you will indeed honor this wish of his tonight."
I again looked at my dear husband. I smiled and said, "Bill, you never told me any of this. Have you really thought of me fucking another man while you watch?"
Bill nodded.
"Then I will satisfy that wish. I will fuck Santa in front of both you and Holly. I will scream out my orgasm, which I know he will give me." I was turning myself on as I continued, "Santa, fuck me in front of my husband. Make him wish it was his cock in my tight wet pussy... but let him know it is your cock, not his."
Bill's cock immediately rose to a full erection as he listened to me beg Santa.
Santa approached me and gently squeezed my nipple as he positioned his body between my legs. His cockhead was rubbing the entrance to my womb, passing over my clit and making me mad with lust.
"Fuck me Santa. Fuck me hard.", I said, loud enough for Bill and Holly to hear.
Santa grabbed hold of his cock and guided the tip through the wet opening into the tight grip of my pussy. He began placing his weight against my pubic area allowing his entire length to find its way into my warm, wet cavern.
I gasped, "OOOOOhhhhhh Santa" as he thrust his large manhood all the way into me. Santa thrust several more times as I watched my husband and Santa's wife look over our tangled naked bodies.
Santa pulled his cock from my wetness and helped me onto all fours. He gripped ahold of my hips as he thrust violently in and out of my insatiable cunt.
I screamed louder with every thrust, "Fuck me! FUCk me! YES FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Bill's cock was pointing toward the heavens now and Holly could not resist slipping a couple fingers into her own pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of the two spouses watching as Santa and I moaned and grunted announcing every thrust with the exhilaration of youth.
Holly couldn't take much more. She stood and walked over to us; laying down in front of me. She watched her husband drive every inch he had into my sodden cunt. She masturbated, spreading her labia wide so that I could get a good view of her pink vagina.
The rain continued to pelt our naked bodies, soaking every inch that wasn't already wet.
I am not sure why, but I lowered my head to her trimmed snatch and began running my tongue through the hair which lightly covered her crotch.
My tongue found the voluptuous girls clitoris as her hands moved from her pussy to my hair; guiding my inexperienced mouth to the points that felt so good.
Her juices were thick and my tongue raced to find every drop of her nectar. She squirmed as my tongue danced from her vagina to her clit and back.
I was trying to keep my concentration but Santa's violent thrusts kept making my mind wander...not only to the pounding manhood that made my entire body quake...but to the young college boy next door and the sight of his gargantuan penis.
Bill stroked his cock as he observed his innocent wife being fucked by another man and eating a woman's pussy. Holly was moaning louder as I knew my mouth was bringing her closer to ecstasy. Her hips pushing upward to greet each thrust of my tongue, which corresponded to the equally needy thrusts of her husband inside my shaking quim.
I heard groaning, but then everyone was groaning, just before a warm sticky substance landed on my back. Santa was still pistoning away and I knew it wasn't his cum splattering my naked, and wet back. I looked to Bill who was sitting too far away for his cum to reach me.
But sure enough, I could see a long rainbow of semen jutting from his cock and aiming in my direction. I could not believe how far he was shooting.
When the volcanic sperm no longer sprayed from my husband's cock, I was surprised to see that he was still entirely erect. This had to have been at least his fourth orgasm of the night, Bill never was good for more than two.
"Eat me Abby! Make me cum!" Holly screamed to me.
"You have such a tight cunt, Abby. It makes my cock hurt.", Santa egged on. "I can't cum inside you, Bill wants to see a stranger's thick white sperm all over his wife's belly."
With that I was rolled over onto my back, missing the fullness of Santa's cock. Before Santa re-entered my nasty cunt, Holly lowered her wide-open pussy to my mouth. She began rocking on my chin and I could feel the sting of a thousand raindrops landing on my belly where Santa was deeply missed.
Holly began screaming, "I'M CUMMING SANTA. SHE'S MAKING ME... CUM!" This was followed by gasps of air and a sudden drenching of my mouth. The surprise, which I should have guessed, was the taste of Bill's sperm. Her pussy was emptying the remainder of cum that Bill had deposited there earlier in the night.
Santa repositioned himself and gently inserted his cock into my unquestionably sloppy cunt. I can not ever remember being so horny. Santa thrust the entire length with one shove. I felt no pain as my pussy had readied itself for the intrusion.
Holly stood, a line of her juices (or was it some of Bill's) trailed off with her. It broke leaving a sting dangling from her pussy. She walked over to Bill, who was still in a daze from all the activity. She grabbed ahold of his slimy manhood and pulled him to his feet by it.
She led my stunned hubby closer to my lover and I. Santa was pistoning harder and faster than I thought humanly possible. My head turned away as I felt the onset of another orgasm. When I turned it again, screaming, Holly instantly guided or should I say shoved Bill's cock into my opened mouth.
Soon Bill and Santa had a rhythm down and I could feel both my pussy and my mouth being used for their enjoyment. Of course I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by this duo. The thought alone, of having two cocks using me at the same time caused even nastier thoughts to run rampant through my head.
I could feel Bill's balls bouncing against my nose as he plunged his length into my throat. That was all he could handle. I prepared myself for the bitterness of his cum, wishing I could mix it with Holly's juices again. But instead, Bill pulled out and began spurting his seed onto my face. He moved his shaft around to be sure and saturate my entire face. I felt the heaviness of his cream as it weighted down my head. His cock burst and burst until only drops would dribble out the shaft. Bill used his wilting cock to smear the cum into my face. I felt so degraded, actually nasty. I felt like a porno slut.
I licked some of his sperm from my face when I felt Santa's cock throbbing within my cunt. He quickly pulled his cock out, not before a load splattered the walls of my womb. The remainder was delivered, as promised, all along my stomach.
Bill pulled away to get a better look at my splattered, cum and rain soaked body. Santa was getting his cock cleaned from his dear wife Holly. I was laying on our balcony, incredibly wanting more.
I saw Bill's cock had finally surrendered, Santa's was also not looking for any further action.
"Perhaps I can help you?", came a voice from the other side of me.
I turned to see who it was and gasped. It was Gloria Lombardini! She was standing on my balcony, completely naked! She lowered herself between my soaked legs to bring me a needed orgasm. I tried to stop her, but she said, "Who's gonna see. They went inside."
As Gloria continued her quest to make me cum, I looked around and she was right. Bill, Santa, even Holly, they had all gone back inside.
I looked to our patio door. A lamp was on and I could see Bill sleeping. Was this all a dream. God I couldn't believe how good her tongue felt against my clit.
In the corner of the balcony I could see I was not dreaming. There bundle together was Santa's jacket and his suit pants.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of lesbian fire and Gloria's magic tongue. I had fantasized about making love to her. Santa must have known.
As I returned to earth from the most intense orgasm of the night, I opened my eyes... the first thing I saw was a blinking red light from the McNeal's rooftop.
"It is Rudolph!", I screamed in excitement.
"Relax dear," Gloria said, "It's Bobby McNeal adding to his collection."
"WHAT!?", I screamed, looking at my new lover. I could see my juices covering her chin. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I tasted my own cum as we embraced passionately.
When the kiss finally ended, Gloria said, "You ought to see the size of that boy's cock."
I smiled back at her and said, "I'll bet it is something!"
The end
As children we all had been told the story of Santa Claus. As teenagers we are told the "truth" about Santa. But as we learn in this story, Santa is indeed true and there is a lot our parents forgot to tell us regarding this jolly old man in the bright red suit.
It is Christmas morning at our house. My husband Bill and I thought we would sleep in for the first time in seventeen years. It was this year that our youngest turned 11 and had determined there was no "real" Santa Claus.
Actually poor little Traci caught her Daddy eating Santa's cookies last year. At first she thought he was stealing them but later she put one and one together and decided there was no Santa. Her older siblings; Jerry (17), Melissa (15), and Carl (13) had been teasing her about believing in him for so long.
Anyway, Bill and I were shocked when our sleepy-eyed Traci came running into our room at 5:30 in the morning. We had been up until almost 2 am, putting the finishing touches on the presents we bought the kids, and were very sleepy. We tried talking Traci into waiting but she claimed she had seen Santa last night..."He is REAL!", she kept shouting.
We had no idea whom she had seen and thought was Santa but it was obvious we were not going to get any rest until the gifts were opened.
Melissa and Carl followed us downstairs, trying to hide their excitement, while Jerry insisted on sleeping in late.
We could hear the kids scurrying about as I put my robe on and headed for the coffeemaker.
Bill met me in the kitchen and we waited for the coffee to finish brewing...our way of torturing the kids! Finally Traci came running into the kitchen urging us to hurry.
As I stepped into the living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was tired and knew I had to be seeing things. The entire room was filled with gifts! We always overindulge at Christmas time but this was too much even for us. The most stunning sites were the new bike Traci wanted that was too expensive so we didn't get; and Melissa had an entire computer system that had to have cost over $3,000!
I looked at Bill with anger in my eyes. He looked back at me with equal displeasure. We each thought the other had done this on the sly. It was soon apparent that Bill was as surprised as I when he realized I hadn't purchase the extras either.
Each item was tagged: "From Santa". Not sure what we should do I told the kids we didn't buy these gifts.
Traci shouted gleefully, "No Mamma, Santa brought this."
"Now Traci I thought we understood there is no Santa.", Bill said sternly. I think he was afraid he was in trouble again for eating Santa's cookies.
The day went on and each of the kids were delighted with their gifts from "Santa". Bill figured it was my parents, "After all, they have keys to our place...we will have to chew them out after church."
After church service my parents were to come to the house for an old fashioned Christmas dinner. Bill and I decided that I would corner Mom in the kitchen and he would discuss it with ***. We needed them to stop spoiling the children.
Mom and I were alone in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the various dishes. When they were in the oven I asked Mom to sit. She filled her cup with coffee and had a nervous look on her face. I knew we had the culprits now!
"What!", my mother screamed, "I was afraid you were going to say you were pregnant again...the way you and Bill go at it..."
"MOM!", I was a little embarrassed but I shouted mainly to get her back to the point. She and I had many talks about sex and seldom were either of us blushing at the end.
"I can assure you that we did not buy those gifts!", My mother said. One thing that was clear about my mother was that she was honest and never lied to me.(other than Santa Claus.)
"Then where did they come from?", I said, more of an inquiry than an accusation. "I know... it was Bill's parents!", I finished excitedly.
Mom looked into her cup of coffee and said, "Dear, they live 1000 miles away. There is no way they did it."
"THEN WHO DID?", I unconsciously shouted.
Again Mom was looking into her coffee cup running her index finger along the brim. She would always do this when she had something difficult to explain.
The last time I saw her like this was when Bill and I were getting married. Her concern was financial. Bill and I married quite young (he was 19 and I was 18), but we held off on having children until we had more money because of this very look. When Jerry was born I was 23; making me 29 when Traci was born.
Now I am forty years old, again sitting in the kitchen watching my mother contemplate her every thought before saying a word.
"Does Traci still believe in Santa?", she asked.
"I told you before she caught Bill eating the cookies..."
"DOES she STILL believe?" mother asked determined to get a response.
"No, I don't think so.", I answered, "Why?"
"You just turned forty a month ago." Mom said... not asked... said.
"Yes?...So?"
"There is something I have never told you. The time has never been right.", Mom continued.
I began to worry. I had seen the movies before; I was adopted, or she had an affair. What did this have to do with Christmas and the mysterious gifts?
I stood and started another pot of coffee.
Mom continued, "I'm not sure how to say it now either."
"JUST SAY IT MOTHER!", I said impatiently.
"There IS a Santa Claus."
"WHAT?" I was determined that maybe Mom had become delirious.
"We believe, as parents, that we are to act as Santa. We do that and make sure the kids do not catch us. But something strange happens when the youngest child no longer believes and the youngest parent turns forty."
Mom stopped, took a long drink of coffee and walked around the room nervously, before sitting back down at the table.
She went on, "You see there IS a Santa. But he waits until the kids don't believe and THEN he comes to the house."
"Mom, really, if this is a joke it isn't funny."
"I am serious." she said. From her expression and concern I knew she was definitely serious.
"You remember the car that your brother got or the trip to the Bahamas you received?", mom asked quietly. I nodded. "We didn't get those for you. Santa did."
"So now, after 40 years, I am supposed to believe in Santa again?" I asked.
"You will find out soon enough, Dear. For this time Santa will appear to you and Bill. He will show up at your house again as you sleep on December 26. He will awaken you and you will know it is true."
"Okay Mom, good story...now take the gifts back." I was now getting pissed off at her little game.
"You will know soon enough. I am sorry I can't assist you more. But I CAN tell you this...you will enjoy Santa Claus, he is a nice man."
Suddenly Bill came running into the kitchen, "Abby, meet me upstairs...NOW!" I was startled at his insistent nature but followed him up the stairs to our bedroom.
"You know what that goofy father of yours tried telling me?", he was still screaming.
"That there IS a Santa Claus.", I answered.
Bill calmed down, listening to what I had just said. "Yeah. Your mom say that too?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe them?", he asked.
"No. They must have bought the gifts. I just don't know why they are lying about it. It's not like them to lie."
Christmas finished with no further talk of a "real" Santa Claus. We decided to let the kids keep the gifts to avoid any further talk on the subject.
The next day I continued thinking of what Mother had said. I wanted to ask our neighbors about it but was afraid they would think I was strange.
Bill and I had dinner alone, after the kids went to bed. Jerry was still up we could hear his stereo blaring. After dinner I got ready for bed. I'm not sure why I did it, but I put on a very sleek, sexy teddy that Bill had bought a while back.
Even though I am forty years old, I still have an attractive body. At 5-8 and 130#, my natural red hair is shoulder length but my legs quite long. My breasts are not large, 34b, but that keeps the sag to a minimum. I looked at my body in the mirror and was glad I had joined the health club.
I slipped under the covers and began descending into sleep. I was surprised how quickly I had fallen asleep. Bill crept quietly into the bedroom and slipped under the blankets, trying not to wake me.
He always sleeps in the nude, and this night was no exception. He works construction and has also kept his body in very good shape through the years. He nestled against my back, and I could feel his thick cock stiffening against the cheeks of my ass. Bill's cock was quite thick, but not extremely long.(6" long; thick as my wrists) I'm not sure why men worry about the length so much.
Bill was no exception. He constantly assumed that since he was not long, I wanted one that was. In high school, before I had met Bill, I dated several guys. I slept with three. One claimed to be 9 inches long, one 5, and the other was 9" and thick. I found that I was more physically satisfied by the width and more mentally satisfied with the length. The longer a guy was the less of him I could handle but it painted a beautiful picture.
Anyway, Bill's cock had hardened to the point it had to be uncomfortable for him. I decided to quit pretending I was asleep and I reached around and grasped the enlarged sword. I felt it twitch.
"Sorry to wake you.", Bill said, "I hadn't planned on that."
"No problem dear. I was thinking about you anyway."
Again, I felt a sudden twitch of his penis. It was rare that we had spontaneous sex. With four children, time alone was equally rare.
Bill grabbed his cock and began gently rubbing it against the crotchless entry of my teddy. "NO BILL. The kids will hear."
"What will they hear? You haven't had an orgasm in over 10 years. If my cock was bigger...THEN they would hear."
"That's silly.", I said. Why couldn't he accept that I felt uncomfortable having sex with the children around.
Bill turned over in a huff. I was thinking about what had happened. I began feeling guilty. I mean I knew it was not the length of his cock, but just because I wasn't in the mood didn't mean he wasn't.
I rolled over to face Bill and saw the erection had only slightly wilted. It still pup-tented the bedspread. My fingers walked across his abdomen and rested against the thick vein.
"I'm sorry. I don't feel like going all the way.", I said.
As I wrapped them around my husband's cock, he again came to life. When we were younger, Bill used to like for me to be real slutty when we had sex. I decided to try it out again.
"While you can't have my pussy, I do have another tight, warm, wet hole for you to fuck." I couldn't believe I was saying this. "You want to fuck my mouth, Bill? Stick that thick swollen cock in my dirty little mouth?"
He turned toward me. Eager to see how far I would take the game this time. Bill used to tease that it was my mouth that persuaded him to marry me. I had a passion for cocksucking in those days. People said it was giving up control but I found it to be just the opposite.
"Your choice, stud... you want a slow sloppy slurping blowjob, or would you rather fuck my mouth?" In our younger years, Bill loved to forcefully fuck my mouth, but in his maturity he has found a fondness for a slower more delicate blowjob.
I was happy he chose the slower one this time.
I slowly teased the tip of his cock with my tongue. The secret was to move as slowly as I could while still preserving the erection. Bill gently massaged my legs as I very gradually engulfed his thick manhood. While his thickness was more than enough to fill my mouth, if he were any longer I wouldn't be able to deep throat him. I knew this was his favorite activity because he became helpless as my lips touched the base of his cum-filled cock.
I could feel the tip of his erection at the entrance of my throat. As I made room for him I felt him twitch. I was hoping he had some control left because I was enjoying this so much.
What was that? Yes... I was enjoying sex again! I felt my loins grow damp with my sweet juices. My hand slowly found its way to the crotchless opening as I extracted the majority of Bill's length. I used my own fingers to spread my pussy lips and finally probe the entrance to my womb.
"Your cock feels so good in my mouth, baby." I teased, "You think you can fit it in my throat?"
Bill had now replaced my fingers with his own. Thrusting slowly into my quim at first, then gradually speeding up.
"I think you want to cum in my throat." I moaned, "Do you want to fuck my throat, Bill? Your cum splattering straight to my belly?" I still wasn't sure why I was doing this again. The animal in me must have been laying dormant waiting for the right time.
I wanted Bill to fuck me, but I knew it was too late for that. I had promised to swallow his cum and it has been a long time since we did it twice in one night.
"Quit talking and start sucking.", Bill teasingly moaned.
I thrust my mouth against his erection, taking it all the way to the entrance of my throat. I stopped partly to tease him and partly because I felt such tingly sensations from my finger-filled cunt. As I prepared to take the remainder of Bill's cock into my throat, he startled me by replacing his fingers with his tongue. Bill used to go down on me with regularity but in the past 5-6 years it has gradually become non-existent.
The minute I lunged his cock into my throat, he reacted like a schoolboy. His body began quivering and then I felt his thick cum squirting into my throat. Early in our marriage, I discovered that, once I was used to it, deep throating Bill while he came was easier on the taste buds. His seed bypassed the taste endings of my tongue and satisfied both of us.
On the third burst of the warm seed, I decided to continue my slut act. I pulled his cock out of my throat and allowed the final two smaller loads to land in my mouth. From there I let it dribble to my chin and roll off onto his shaft.
As I cleaned the spilled cum from his root, he was busy thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy. His tongue unlike his cock was quite long. I could feel his cock shrinking inside my mouth as I felt an orgasm coming.
It startled me at first. I buried my mouth into Bill's crotch to stifle the screams but I could tell from the way his cock was springing back to life that he knew I was cumming for the first time in 17 years.
Exhausted from the whole ordeal we fell asleep, still entwined in a sixty-nine but now laying side by side.
Bill and I were in a deep slumber as a result of our lovemaking. I was quickly awoken as I heard a loud crash coming from one of the other rooms.
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes I realized it wasn't a crash but that damn music coming from Jerry's room. Seeing that it was 3:30 in the morning, I put my robe on and went to turn the stereo off. I figure he must have fallen asleep with it on, though I wasn't sure how that was possible.
As I entered Jerry's bedroom, I noticed that his telephone was off the hook. I turned the power button on the stereo off. When the sound diminished I heard Jerry's voice, "...my cock in..."
"OH GOD!", he screamed and I saw him hang the phone up.
I stood there shocked, not even realizing until later that my son was laying in his bed nude...and masturbating. I knew he masturbated but I really didn't want to see it... and what was the phone? PHONE SEX!
I hurried out of his room and bustled back to my bedroom.
When I closed the door to our room, I was hit with another surprise. My husband was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed still naked and talking to someone. I turned the light on to see who it was.
There were two people sitting on the love seat next to our bed. One man, one woman!
The woman was very stunning. She appeared to be in her early thirties, about my height but very thin and very sexy. Her breasts were gigantic and very firm, her outfit was three sizes too small. The hem of her skirt didn't even cover the dark pubic hair beneath. Her cleavage was flattered from the outfit and obviously supported with a wonder bra.
The man also appeared to be in his thirties, maybe middle 30s, and his short hair was starting to gray giving it a salt-n-pepper look. He was very muscular and was dressed in a tailor made business suit. The odd thing about it was the suit was a bright red color.
"Who's this?", I tried to remain calm.
"They... uuhh... claim to be... uhhh...", my husband stuttered. His cock was completely erect again and I know the beauty of the half dressed woman in front of him had something to do with it.
The strange man then said, "Excuse me Mrs. Sullivan, I know this will be difficult for you to believe but I assure you if you give us a chance to explain you will find our story to be true."
The gorgeous hunk of man looked to his lady partner and continued, "I am Kris Kringle and this is my wife Holly."
"WHAT THE FUCK...", I slipped.
"Please, give us a chance.", Holly said.
"Only if Bill puts some clothes on.", I said trying to defend my territory.
"That's not necessary.", Kris continued, "You see we are here to answer your fantasies." He looked to me and then back to Bill and finally returned his gaze to my robe covered body.
"This is the most difficult one... the first.", he kept going, "You each have so many fantasies. And it is difficult to convince people we are real? the first time."
"I still don't understand?", I was in shock.
"We are here to answer your sexual fantasies.", Holly explained, "We are Santa and Mrs. Claus."
"RIGHT!", Bill finally said, taking his eyes off Holly's breasts long enough to join the conversation.
"Santa's an old man.", I said. "You are definitely NOT old."
"We are here in a vision you each have fantasized.", Kris said. "What can I do to convince you I am Santa Claus?"
"I don't know of anything." Bill responded.
"What if I say that Abby had her first orgasm in 17 years a few hours ago?", Santa continued.
"I'd say you are a fucking peeping tom!", Bill screamed.
"Then how did I know it was the first in 17 years?", He said with a smirk on his face. "And Abby, you just caught your oldest son masturbating while talking on the phone. Don't worry he was talking to his girlfriend, not some stranger on a 900 line."
Bill looked at me and I must have been white as a ghost. "Oh my God!", I mumbled, "Mom was right. OHHH SHIT!!! They are telling the truth."
"Good. Now that we have that taken care of, let's get down to business.", Santa said.
"We have decided to allow each of you two of your fantasies. You need not tell us what they are...We already know." Santa took Holly's hand and helped her up from the couch. Her dark burgundy colored hair was beautiful. But most importantly her hem was now low enough to cover her pantiless bottom. "First off, let's take Bill. You have fantasized about making love to a beautiful buxom woman. You dream of sliding your cock between the large fleshy globes, after taking her doggie-style in front of a mirror, where you can watch them sway with each thrust of your cock."
"WAIT!", I screamed, "WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS?"
"Relax Abby, they are tucked away and in a deep sleep. Even Jerry has forgotten your intrusion and has drifted into slumber.", Mr. Kringle explained.
"Now, where was I? Oh Yeah... You watch them sway. You also want a loud woman..." Santa looked at me for approval, "You want her to scream her satisfaction as your cock empties itself into her quim."
I couldn't believe this. My faithful husband was wanting this young slut-like woman? I remember he begged me to dye a little black into my hair. Exactly the color of Holly's hair.
Holly slowly dropped to her knees, still clothed, and crawled to the edge of the bed where my husband was waiting; stiff cock and all. I wasn't sure I could handle all this...watching my husband with another woman.
As Holly engulfed Bill's rock hard cock into her mouth, Santa approached me. He helped me out of my robe and onto the bed, still dressed in my teddy.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Abby. I know one of your fantasies is to have larger breasts. Part of my job here is to make you happy with what you have." He then peeled the teddy off my sensitive body.
"I will go to your fantasy soon.", Kris explained, "But right now I would like for you to help with Bill's. He would like two women feeding off his cock."
I was a little self-conscious of being naked in front of these strangers, especially the well endowed Holly. I did as instructed and crawled between my husband's legs. Joining Holly alternating our tongues against his shaft and suckling his balls.
Then Holly and I decided to try something different. She lapped up on side of his thick shaft while I did the same on the other. That was all Bill could handle. His cock erupted, shooting streams of his cum into the air and landing on our cheeks.
"Poor Bill" I thought. He came so quickly he couldn't enjoy the rest of his fantasy. "Nonsense Abby!", Santa said. He startled me as I hadn't said anything. "Look at his cock. It isn't shrinking at all. It will remain hard and full of cum until we are done."
This was crazy... how could this be happening?
I then saw Holly shed her clothes and get on her hands and knees in front of our mirrored closet. All the lights were on in the room making it very visible. Bill positioned himself behind the vixen. She knelt up on her knees using her hands to massage and press the 40DDs together, teasing Bill all the way.
Bill pushed her back down and began rubbing his cock against her moist lips. As he thrust into her tight pussy, she screamed loudly. I knew the kids would surely wake up! Each thrust brought another round of moans from Santa's slutty wife.
I could see Bill watching the same thing I was, her large tits bouncing under the pressure of each thrust.
"You needn't watch any longer.", Santa said. "I am ready for your fantasy."
"I'm not sure what that is?", I confessed.
"You want excitement. You want romanticism. You want risk." Santa gloated, "You once fantasized about making love in a driving rainstorm, with lightning, thunder and a downpour."
"Yeah.", I considered, "But it isn't raining."
"Not yet... but it will be soon.", Santa gleefully answered, "Follow me."
I took one last peek at my husband, looking for his approval. He didn't even know I was leaving. His hands firmly gripping Holly's hips as he drove his cock into her quivering body repeatedly. Holly was oblivious as well, she was greeting each of Bill's thrusts with her own high decibel screams and moans.
Santa then motioned for me to walk out on our balcony with him.
"Let me get my robe.", I said.
"Nonsense! Come out here now...the risk of getting caught will be very exciting to you."
I humbly followed the gorgeous hunk of a Santa onto the balcony. I couldn't believe what I saw once I walked into the crisp December air. Our balcony (which is actually more like a second floor deck) had been transposed into a giant beach. There was sand and water, a lifeguard stand, everything to make it appear to be a beach. The only thing reminding me that it was our balcony was the close proximity of our neighbor's house.
I could see a light on inside the McNeal's home, through a window overlooking our balcony. "MY GOD WHAT IF THEY SEE ME?", I thought.
There was still no rain, but I could feel the temperature rising. My body was no longer chilled from the air. Santa led me to a beach chair where I sat still thinking of the scene going on in my own bedroom.
Santa broke my thoughts, "Here Abby, Look through these." He handed me a pair of binoculars. He hadn't told me where to look but instinctively I decided to peer into the McNeal's window. Because the window was above where we were sitting, I didn't expect to see anything other than the ceiling.
Then Santa guided the binoculars down so that all I could see was the side of their house. "Now Focus.", he said.
I adjusted the focus and was surprised to see that these binoculars were piercing the walls of the home and giving me a perfect view of the empty McNeal bedroom.
The chair I was sitting in was of the lounge variety so I was very comfortable. Santa told me to continue watching and to masturbate until he returned. He needed to check on Bill and Holly.
I learned later that Santa held Holly's glorious breasts together as Bill got his first taste of a "titty-fuck".
Santa returned to the balcony. "Good girl, Abby. I was hoping you had followed my instructions."
"Yes Santa, but all I can see is an empty bedroom. And it isn't raining.", I whined.
"Nothing?", Santa asked obviously confused.
He took the binoculars away and gave them a swift thump along the side. "Now try."
I looked again, this time not feeling as guilty as did earlier. I could see a woman laying in the bed with her back to me. There didn't appear to be anything else happening. I was a little disappointed.
"Keep looking, Dear.", Santa said. I felt his hands removing mine from my crotch. Then I felt my legs spread slightly, once again the air felt nippy as it rushed against my exposed pussy. The sensation of warm breath blowing against my clitoris caused me to look away from the McNeal's and directly into Santa, who had begun licking my wanting loins.
Remembering that I was suppose to keep my eye on the bedroom, I returned my gaze to the boring scene.
However, the scene was no longer boring. The woman had rolled over and I could see her face. It was Gloria Lombardini...the Mayor's wife!
I could not believe what I was seeing. For starters, I couldn't believe Roy would be cheating on Janet. Roy and Janet McNeal seemed to have the perfect marriage. They were both in their early fifties, have raised four kids, the youngest was currently attending Princeton University studying physics.
Secondly, while Roy is a very homely man, Janet is a very attractive lady.
There wouldn't be no reason for Roy to cheat either. Janet and I often talked about their sex life, which was very active.
Finally, Gloria is not only the 38 year old wife of Anthony J. Lombardini, she is also the ******** of the wealthiest man in the state, Ira Goldstein. There had been a big scandal during the last mayoral election when it was learned that Mr. Goldstein illegally contributed a large amount of money to the campaign. It still wasn't known how Tony won the election.
Gloria had left for the restroom giving me a chance to regroup.
I tried to keep the binoculars steady but found that difficult as Santa's tongue expertly explored my pubic region. I felt myself becoming very excited. I wasn't 100% sure it was only the tongue and not getting the juicy gossip on the mayor's wife.
When Gloria returned, she was wearing a very sheer nightgown. It was so sheer that I could see her 32A breasts with their large nipples, the garter belt holding her matching stockings in place and, the thick dark hairy patch between her legs.
She was smoking a cigarette as she approached the bed again. She crushed out the cigarette and literally hopped into the bed as the bedroom door opened.
My eyes were so focused on Gloria's 5-6 125# frame that I didn't care about looking at Roy.
Santa was very patient with me, I felt very good but I was much more interested in watching the neighbors. He understood me... that's it.
Gloria unbuckled his pants, I gasped as I saw the large erection she fished out of his pants. It was larger than any I have ever seen. I would guess it to be at least 10" long and pretty thick too.
As I scanned the binoculars upward, I saw something very unexpected. It wasn't Roy...it was their youngest son, Robert.
Bobby, as I always knew him, was something of a nerd. He was always studying, most likely to forget the fact that he never could get a date. You see, Bobby is 18 years old, about 5-11 and doesn't weigh over 145# soaking wet. His hair is that awful, orange-ish red color. But little did anyone know, he possessed a piece of flesh that probably was the largest in the county.
Gloria rubbed her palms vigorously against the large fleshtube. She was looking directly at him and saying something. I couldn't hear, but I would guess from the nasty expression she was making, that it had to do with where she wanted his cock.
Bobby knew where he wanted to put it as well. He directed the snakelike manhood to her puffy ruby lips, letting the tip of his cock rest at the entrance of her mouth. She opened as wide as she could and Bobby shoved several inches in. Soon he had managed over 2/3 of his muscle into her mouth.
I was so excited watching this, I couldn't take my eyes off the two. Here was a woman 20 years his senior, taking his cock like a pro. I loved watching her lips. They were so full and erotic as she bobbed the length of his shaft, occasionally making room in her throat so he could proceed.
My body began to twinge as I felt my second orgasm of the night rocking through my body. I was surprised as I heard my voice echoing, "YES! EAT MY PUSSY, SANTA... MAKE ME CUM!"
When I returned my attention to Gloria and Bobby, I saw that Bobby had pushed her back and was now preparing his saliva covered member for implantation. The second he had entered her, I saw Gloria arch her back and her mouth was opened wide. Her mouth was obviously singing the praises of what she felt between her well tanned thighs.
Just as they started a fast rhythm, Santa raised his head from between my legs and said, "OK Abby, that is enough. Come lay on the sand."
I didn't argue although I wanted to keep watching. Santa led me by my hand and helped me to the hot sand. At first the sand was so hot it was uncomfortable but soon my body had adjusted. I thought it odd the sand was hot -- afterall it was late December and it was the middle of the night.
I could hear Holly screaming and moaning about how great a lover Bill is and how "no man had ever loved her like this."
Then suddenly there was a flash in the sky, followed by a loud bang a few seconds later. I felt a sprinkle of raindrops falling onto my naked body.
Santa returned to the balcony wearing only a small pair of bright red bikini underpants. His body was immaculately sculptured. Every muscle rippled and he was so tan. From the size of the bulge in his bikini pants, I knew he was adequately equipped.
The rain had intensified and was now on the verge of a downpour. Each raindrop that pelted my exposed body sent another tingle through my nervous system. Santa approached me and pulled me to my knees. The sand was sticking to my wet body. "You make Santa nice and big." he said, "Then we'll get down to business."
Without another word he picked up the binoculars and started looking to the McNeal house himself. "That McNeal boy... he sure dazzles the ladies that give him a chance." Santa said to no one in particular.
"And poor Gloria, she only knows one way to show love and that is with her mouth, cunt and ass." Santa continued.
I'm not sure what shocked me most. Santa watching two people having sex? Santa saying the words "cunt" and "ass"? Or that Mrs. Lombardini would actually engage in anal sex?
Without leaving his binoculars, Santa reached for my head and guided it toward his wrapped flesh. "We mustn't daddle Abby... Bill can't take much more."
I slipped my thin wrist inside the elastic of Hunk Santa's briefs and gently squeezed his blood engorged shaft. Now the rain was hitting against my ass cheeks, washing the sand off.
I gently tugged his briefs down and saw a semi hard cock that was not only about an inch longer than Bill's but was even thicker. I admired the skin and flesh for a moment before continuing.
As if nothing was happening to him, Santa said, "Young Bobby is really pumping a load into the mayor's wife. You know why?"
I looked at him confused. He continued, without looking back to see my stare, "Bobby caught Gloria and his mother in a rather compromising position...Go ahead Abby, you can suck my cock while I tell you the story."
I took the head of his cock between my lips, careful not to bite him with my teeth. I could feel his cock growing even larger as it was resting on my tongue.
As soon as I had a rather rapid pace going on Santa's love stick, he continued the story. He explained that Bobby had come home early from college for Christmas break. He didn't expect anyone to be home so he went to his father's porn collection to find a movie to watch. As he was heading to his room, he heard a noise from his mother's room. The door was open more than just a crack.
He could plainly see his mother and Gloria engaged in "mutual oral activities". Typically a boy his age would run for cover, appalled by the sight of his mother naked, let alone engaged in lesbian sex. Not Bobby, he went back to his father's den to get the video camera and taped the entire scene from the doorway.
He never told his mother of this. But he did approach Gloria. He said he would turn the tape over to the press if she did not satisfy his every sexual wish during his month long stay.
She was appalled but a little conceited as well. She felt if she had sex with him (obviously his first) he would be so grateful he would produce the tape. The exact opposite happened...She discovered how large Bobby was and decided this could be fun. After all, Gloria is known as a trampy woman...just nothing ever sticks...no proof.
"Anyway that was over two weeks ago and they have been doing this every chance they have. They have done it at both of their houses, in cars, motels...you name it."
Santa paused briefly, grunting as he thrust his cock into my mouth again. He quickly extracted it and began stroking himself, aiming his cockhead at my face.
I opened my mouth to give him a target but he missed. The first shot landed on my cheek, the second on my nose and finally the remainder did land in my mouth.
As I cleaned off Santa's cock, he continued, "The only thing he hasn't done to her is fuck her ass. She is scared of that because of his size but won't tell him for fear that he hasn't even thought of that yet."
Santa pulled his cock from my mouth and finished his thought, "But I think they will do that tonight."
I couldn't believe that Santa had just cum, dropping loads of his thick white cum into my mouth and along my face, but didn't make a single noise other than that tiny grunt. I didn't feel like I had done anything for him.
"Abigail, I hope I have shown you something.", Santa said. "I came and I enjoyed myself...but by holding in the noises that allow my partner to know how I feel takes away something from them as well."
"I hadn't thought of it like that.", I said.
Again Santa went inside telling me to remain. I looked through the binoculars again and realized that Santa was right. Bobby had half his stiff thick cock buried into Gloria's asshole. It was obvious from the glistening that he had lubricated her but she still seemed in some discomfort. If I listened close enough I swear I was able to hear her screaming.
I heard Santa's voice as he returned, "Now remember you can only watch. If you get to the point where you need to cum, just ask Holly. She will be happy to assist you. Besides, that way, I get to watch my wife with a stranger too."
I dropped the binoculars and tried to straighten my hair. Of little use since it was completely wet from the rain which continued to fall. I watched as Santa gave Bill a chair to sit in and watch.
Of the four of us only Holly had any clothing remaining. I recognized it as the stockings and garter Bill ahd bought for me last year. I can't believe he fucked her while she wore my outfit. Her tightly trimmed pussy was still noticeable as were her well rounded and cum splattered breasts.
Santa turned to me and commented, "Abby, Bill has dreamed for some time about seeing you with another man." I looked to Bill and saw him smile. I had never known Bill had these fantasies.
"He has been scared to talk to you about them because he thinks you are hung up about sex." Santa went on, "Tell your husband that you will indeed honor this wish of his tonight."
I again looked at my dear husband. I smiled and said, "Bill, you never told me any of this. Have you really thought of me fucking another man while you watch?"
Bill nodded.
"Then I will satisfy that wish. I will fuck Santa in front of both you and Holly. I will scream out my orgasm, which I know he will give me." I was turning myself on as I continued, "Santa, fuck me in front of my husband. Make him wish it was his cock in my tight wet pussy... but let him know it is your cock, not his."
Bill's cock immediately rose to a full erection as he listened to me beg Santa.
Santa approached me and gently squeezed my nipple as he positioned his body between my legs. His cockhead was rubbing the entrance to my womb, passing over my clit and making me mad with lust.
"Fuck me Santa. Fuck me hard.", I said, loud enough for Bill and Holly to hear.
Santa grabbed hold of his cock and guided the tip through the wet opening into the tight grip of my pussy. He began placing his weight against my pubic area allowing his entire length to find its way into my warm, wet cavern.
I gasped, "OOOOOhhhhhh Santa" as he thrust his large manhood all the way into me. Santa thrust several more times as I watched my husband and Santa's wife look over our tangled naked bodies.
Santa pulled his cock from my wetness and helped me onto all fours. He gripped ahold of my hips as he thrust violently in and out of my insatiable cunt.
I screamed louder with every thrust, "Fuck me! FUCk me! YES FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Bill's cock was pointing toward the heavens now and Holly could not resist slipping a couple fingers into her own pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of the two spouses watching as Santa and I moaned and grunted announcing every thrust with the exhilaration of youth.
Holly couldn't take much more. She stood and walked over to us; laying down in front of me. She watched her husband drive every inch he had into my sodden cunt. She masturbated, spreading her labia wide so that I could get a good view of her pink vagina.
The rain continued to pelt our naked bodies, soaking every inch that wasn't already wet.
I am not sure why, but I lowered my head to her trimmed snatch and began running my tongue through the hair which lightly covered her crotch.
My tongue found the voluptuous girls clitoris as her hands moved from her pussy to my hair; guiding my inexperienced mouth to the points that felt so good.
Her juices were thick and my tongue raced to find every drop of her nectar. She squirmed as my tongue danced from her vagina to her clit and back.
I was trying to keep my concentration but Santa's violent thrusts kept making my mind wander...not only to the pounding manhood that made my entire body quake...but to the young college boy next door and the sight of his gargantuan penis.
Bill stroked his cock as he observed his innocent wife being fucked by another man and eating a woman's pussy. Holly was moaning louder as I knew my mouth was bringing her closer to ecstasy. Her hips pushing upward to greet each thrust of my tongue, which corresponded to the equally needy thrusts of her husband inside my shaking quim.
I heard groaning, but then everyone was groaning, just before a warm sticky substance landed on my back. Santa was still pistoning away and I knew it wasn't his cum splattering my naked, and wet back. I looked to Bill who was sitting too far away for his cum to reach me.
But sure enough, I could see a long rainbow of semen jutting from his cock and aiming in my direction. I could not believe how far he was shooting.
When the volcanic sperm no longer sprayed from my husband's cock, I was surprised to see that he was still entirely erect. This had to have been at least his fourth orgasm of the night, Bill never was good for more than two.
"Eat me Abby! Make me cum!" Holly screamed to me.
"You have such a tight cunt, Abby. It makes my cock hurt.", Santa egged on. "I can't cum inside you, Bill wants to see a stranger's thick white sperm all over his wife's belly."
With that I was rolled over onto my back, missing the fullness of Santa's cock. Before Santa re-entered my nasty cunt, Holly lowered her wide-open pussy to my mouth. She began rocking on my chin and I could feel the sting of a thousand raindrops landing on my belly where Santa was deeply missed.
Holly began screaming, "I'M CUMMING SANTA. SHE'S MAKING ME... CUM!" This was followed by gasps of air and a sudden drenching of my mouth. The surprise, which I should have guessed, was the taste of Bill's sperm. Her pussy was emptying the remainder of cum that Bill had deposited there earlier in the night.
Santa repositioned himself and gently inserted his cock into my unquestionably sloppy cunt. I can not ever remember being so horny. Santa thrust the entire length with one shove. I felt no pain as my pussy had readied itself for the intrusion.
Holly stood, a line of her juices (or was it some of Bill's) trailed off with her. It broke leaving a sting dangling from her pussy. She walked over to Bill, who was still in a daze from all the activity. She grabbed ahold of his slimy manhood and pulled him to his feet by it.
She led my stunned hubby closer to my lover and I. Santa was pistoning harder and faster than I thought humanly possible. My head turned away as I felt the onset of another orgasm. When I turned it again, screaming, Holly instantly guided or should I say shoved Bill's cock into my opened mouth.
Soon Bill and Santa had a rhythm down and I could feel both my pussy and my mouth being used for their enjoyment. Of course I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by this duo. The thought alone, of having two cocks using me at the same time caused even nastier thoughts to run rampant through my head.
I could feel Bill's balls bouncing against my nose as he plunged his length into my throat. That was all he could handle. I prepared myself for the bitterness of his cum, wishing I could mix it with Holly's juices again. But instead, Bill pulled out and began spurting his seed onto my face. He moved his shaft around to be sure and saturate my entire face. I felt the heaviness of his cream as it weighted down my head. His cock burst and burst until only drops would dribble out the shaft. Bill used his wilting cock to smear the cum into my face. I felt so degraded, actually nasty. I felt like a porno slut.
I licked some of his sperm from my face when I felt Santa's cock throbbing within my cunt. He quickly pulled his cock out, not before a load splattered the walls of my womb. The remainder was delivered, as promised, all along my stomach.
Bill pulled away to get a better look at my splattered, cum and rain soaked body. Santa was getting his cock cleaned from his dear wife Holly. I was laying on our balcony, incredibly wanting more.
I saw Bill's cock had finally surrendered, Santa's was also not looking for any further action.
"Perhaps I can help you?", came a voice from the other side of me.
I turned to see who it was and gasped. It was Gloria Lombardini! She was standing on my balcony, completely naked! She lowered herself between my soaked legs to bring me a needed orgasm. I tried to stop her, but she said, "Who's gonna see. They went inside."
As Gloria continued her quest to make me cum, I looked around and she was right. Bill, Santa, even Holly, they had all gone back inside.
I looked to our patio door. A lamp was on and I could see Bill sleeping. Was this all a dream. God I couldn't believe how good her tongue felt against my clit.
In the corner of the balcony I could see I was not dreaming. There bundle together was Santa's jacket and his suit pants.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of lesbian fire and Gloria's magic tongue. I had fantasized about making love to her. Santa must have known.
As I returned to earth from the most intense orgasm of the night, I opened my eyes... the first thing I saw was a blinking red light from the McNeal's rooftop.
"It is Rudolph!", I screamed in excitement.
"Relax dear," Gloria said, "It's Bobby McNeal adding to his collection."
"WHAT!?", I screamed, looking at my new lover. I could see my juices covering her chin. All I wanted to do was kiss her. I tasted my own cum as we embraced passionately.
When the kiss finally ended, Gloria said, "You ought to see the size of that boy's cock."
I smiled back at her and said, "I'll bet it is something!"
The end
