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It was the Friday before Christmas, and I was bored to tears. Every one of my friends had family festivities to attend, but I desperately needed to get away from mine. Don't get me wrong, their enthusiasm is great, but I knew that in another hour or so, the photo album would make its annual appearance, and the generous amounts of spirits would encourage the stories and tears to flow freely. I grabbed the gift I bought for my friend, tossed it in a gift bag with some tissue, and quickly made it look presentable. This would be my out!

Her parents lived only five minutes down the street from me, and always threw a party the weekend before Christmas. Since her folks were a little more relaxed than mine, I was sure that I could sneak in a quick visit at least. Just outside my door, I heard the eruption of laughter and booming voices, and took this as my opportunity to slide under the radar.

Once I got in my car, I let out a sigh of relief. I love my family, I do, but I had lived through seventeen of these so far, and was ready to skip out on one.

“Everyone deserves a break, right?”, I thought to myself as I turned the key and started my car. Now being a legal adult, no one could stop me, and I flexed that new authority. Putting my car in reverse, I backed out of my driveway, and disappeared down the street.

Before my car even had the chance to warm up, I arrived. Walking onto the front porch, I knocked on the front door, and waited. It didn't take long before her mother answered.

“Nick?! Merry Christmas! Come in, come in!” she said as she took my arm, essentially pulling me in.

“Merry Christmas! How are you?”

“Well, you know, I'm doing okay,” she hesitantly spoke.

“Just okay?” I asked, confused by her reluctance.

“Yeah, you know? Given this years events and all, okay is good,” she continued as if I knew what she meant.

“Events?” I asked in a concerned tone.

Her infectious smile started to break for a moment, and I felt like an ass. There was a situation that my friend, Rachel, had obviously chosen not to tell me, and I had accidentally put her mother in an awkward situation. Luckily, her best friend realized this, and interfered just in time.

“Ooh la la! Who's this lovely, yet oblivious young man?” her friend asked, breaking the tension.

“This is Nick! Rachel's friend,” Rachel's mother Janice introduced us.

“Pleasure, Nick! My name's Leslie! I'm single, no children, one divorce, and..”

“You're going to scare him, Leslie. At least give him a few minutes to settle in before you pounce on him!” Janice playfully scolded her friend.

“But, but! ” Leslie protested as she winked and walked back to the table.

“Be careful with her, Nick. She'll eat you up if given the chance, but, we'll talk another time about all that other stuff. Is this for Rachel?” she spoke, as her smile returned.

“Uh, yeah. Is she home?”

“Her and her father went on a ski trip, but will be back tomorrow. Would you like some eggnog?”

“Yeah, that would be great!”

“Right this way!” she said as she took my hand, lead me to the kitchen table, and introduced me to the rest of her guests.

I was getting the feeling that she and Jack might be going through some issues. Their parties are usually pretty big, with family and friends from both sides, but this was just her and her friends. Being one for the holidays, she was dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume, which looked just like a Santa costume, but feminized, and actually kind of sexy. Her Santa coat was velvet and held to her waist by a belt, which parted at the top to disclose just the perfect amount of cleavage. Her red leggings showcased her rather toned and firm legs and butt, with knee high black leather boots that stood on a conservative heel.

Leslie's costume matched her first impression perfectly! It was a tight, green velvet lace-up dress that ended in a spike pattern mid-way down her thigh, which she paired with black knee high boots that also stood on heels. She is a full-figured woman, but from how well she wore that costume, she was also quite fit. The rest of her friends all wore dark green skirts, with tight red tops.

After about an hour or so, they warmed up to my presence. The wine hadn't stopped flowing since I showed up, and they were now talking in a way that I had never heard grown women talk. Not that it was bad talk, but it wasn't as reserved and candid as I was use to. Once the conversation turned to talking about men, that's when I began to feel a little uncomfortable.

It started off rather light. Which celebrity they found the sexiest, which of the local dads was the hottest, and so on. They would make gestures that seemed to suggest that they'd like to have sex with one of the men mentioned, and even though I was uncomfortable because of the context, I found it pretty interesting to hear women talk freely about this stuff, and let loose. As soon as I started to get comfortable, Leslie enthusiastically interjected with a thought.

“Speaking of men, we have no Santa!” she said as she starred me down.

“You know Leslie, you're right!” another friend of theirs agreed.

“Nick! Want to be our Santa?” Leslie asked.

“Uh, how would I do that?” I responded, laughing it off.

“Wear a Santa costume, of course!” Leslie said.

“Good idea Leslie! I'm pretty sure you'd fit into Jack's Santa coat, though I have no clue where the pants are,” Janice said, delighted by the idea.

“You want to do it? Of course you would! It would put such a smile on her face, and that's exactly what she needs right now! Awesome!” Leslie said as she jumped up, and took off down the hallway with Janice.

I just looked over at the rest of the women, shrugged, and laughed. They were laughing as well, and at that point, I was just happy that I wasn't doing the same old crap with my family. This was way less boring then anything I'd be doing at home, and they were actually really funny people once you got passed the “adult” or “parent” side of them.

“Nick! Sweetie! Come! It's all set!” Leslie yelled down the hall.

I excused my self from the table, and walked down the hallway. I opened the door to Rachel's room, and left her gift on her bed, before walking to Janice's room.

“So, here's what we got. Jack's coat, obviously, but we couldn't find the pants for some reason,” Janice started.

“We did however, find his black boots, which is excellent, and his Santa hat,” Leslie continued.

“But, Jack doesn't own any red pants outside of his Santa costume. You wouldn't fit into any of mine, or Rachel's pants, so this is what we have for options,” Janice said, as she pointed to the bed.

“You said 'options', and there's only these,” I said as I held up these red, footed tights.

“Right! So, we figured that Santa doesn't wear jeans, or dress pants, or khakis. He wears red pants, and this is all that we have that would fit you,” Leslie said, explaining their reasoning.

“Okay. What was the other option?” I asked, completely oblivious to what they were getting at.

“You could wear no pants, which was Leslie's idea,” Janice informed me.

“I don't think I've ever seen a Santa without pants,” I argued.

“It would just make my job easier!” Leslie joked in an effortlessly sensual way.

“Then it's settled! See you out there!” Janice said as she took Leslie's arm and pulled her out of the room, giggling like a school girl.

“Will these fit over boxers?” I yelled down the hall.

“Nope!” Leslie yelled back.

I had assumed that they wouldn't, and with a room of beautiful women eagerly awaiting Santa, I worked with what I had. I undressed, and started with the tights. Their soft and stretchy nature were super comfortable. They went on easy, and I was confused by how high the waist ran, but their generous display of the male anatomy on the other hand, had me feeling a bit self-conscious. Once I put on the coat, my anxiety disappeared, as it hung low enough to cover everything up. With a quick sigh of relief, I walked out and made my entrance.

As I appeared, the women greeted me with clapping and cheers of “Santa!”, and cat calls. The wind from walking felt rather cold through the tights, and I wondered how women didn't freeze in these things. I waved at everyone and said, “Ho-Ho-Ho!”, as I sat down at the table. Immediately, Leslie walked over to me and sat on my lap. Her body warmed my legs, as I admired hers, which draped over mine.

Janice then requested that we all migrate to the living room, so they could take turns sitting in my lap and make gift requests. I did the best mall Santa impression I could manage. I told each of them that they were on the “Good List”, and assured them that Santa would do his best to make sure their good deeds were rewarded, which in turn, earned me a nice kiss from each of them.

This was turning out to be the best damn weekend before Christmas I ever had. Who would have known that being Santa was so awesome? Having a bunch of beautiful women sit on my lap and kiss me wasn't quite what I had expected, but greatly adored.

Once it was Leslie's turn, I told her that she had been, “very naughty”, but in the spirit of Christmas, she could still make one gift request. She decided to further prove her naughtiness, as she began to describe me as her gift, citing that I would wear nothing but a bow, “you know where”, as that was all she needed for Christmas. Janice and her friends whistled and clapped, which provoked Leslie to do this little dance.

She wiggled her ass side to side while keeping it firmly nuzzled in my lap, and tossed her hair left and right. They cheered her on and clapped in rhythm with her movements. Though it only lasted about a minute or two, she had successfully managed to elicit a response between my legs, and I was rather grateful that Jack's Santa coat covered as much of me as it did. That is the point that she stopped. Leslie turned and faced me, then planted a sweet little kiss on my lips before telling Janice that she had me, “all primed up”.

Janice bounced her eyebrows up and down as she smirked and sat down. Janice had clearly taken Leslie's words as a joke, because her reaction to my growing presence was as if she had just felt a strong jolt, causing her to jump off my lap a little. She turned and looked back at me with a pleased look of surprise, and made no attempt to avoid it when she sat back down. My face felt flush, and I felt a deep sense of embarrassment. My face had certainly blushed, which did nothing but confirm the reality of the situation to rest of the women in the room, who then made that familiar whistle that people do when they find something sexy.

“She wasn't kidding, huh?” Janice acknowledged, as she too gave me a wiggle of her ass.

“Ho-Ho-Ho! Merry Christmas!” I shouted, which caused them all to laugh hysterically.

I looked over her friends while she spoke of her holiday wishes, and I believe that none of them had noticed her subtle movements on my lap. This was the moment over any other, that determined that this night was far from over.

Her hands had been resting on my thighs since she eased back on my lap from her “jolt”. As she spoke to her friends about her wish, her hands slid back, and pulled at each side of the coat. She had parted it to where the only layers between her and I were her leggings and the tights that I wore. The coat had provided a good dulling layer between myself and anyone who sat on my lap, but with that out of the way, we were making some near intimate contact.

The material of both of our pants allowed her subtle body movements to become pronounced. Any time she shifted forwards or backwards, I felt it vibrantly. That repetitive gliding sensation caused me to become fully aroused. I was standing at full attention. She was certainly aware of this. Once she was done, her friends came up to her to give her a hug for comfort as she sat in my lap. With each hug, she'd stand just a little to meet them, then she'd slide her ass down my length, and into my lap. After the last hug, I was as sexually charged as I could be.

Janice told everyone that she needed a moment, and that they should all head back to the kitchen as she'd be with them shortly. Once they all became preoccupied, she turned around to face me, and sat back in my lap. Her gaze stayed between my legs, and her chest began to heave as she inched her lap up mine, until my bulge was nestled between her thighs. She bit her lip as her finger tips started to caress my swollen head through the tights, and my endowment became introduced to her femininity.

“Santa has a big sleigh. Can I ride your big sleigh, Santa?” she whispered in my ear, with words saturated in lust.

“I didn't bring any wrapping paper,” I whispered back, giving her ass a squeeze.

“Oh, Santa. I need the gifts from your sack to ooze into me naturally, with all of your holiday spirit,” she said as she kissed me on the lips, and eased off my lap.

I sat there in dazed excitement with the coat still parted, unable to think of anything else. I was imaging her breasts leaning into my face, as she took me in. I noticed Leslie approached me, but I didn't even think of what was on display. Leslie walked past me with a big smile. I felt her arm wrap around me from behind, until her hand reached my stomach. Then it slid down between my legs, and started to massage me up and down, while her other hand fixed the coat to hide me once more.

“Good thing I was on my way to the bathroom, or someone else could have caught you like this, though I'm not sure that they would have minded,” Leslie said.

“Yeah, good catch,” I said, snapping back to reality.

“Feel like taking off the coat? I'm serious when I say that I think it would really make everyone's night,” Leslie asked as if the night wasn't going well.

“I'm not sure that I'd feel comfortable with that,” I argued.

“Woman our age appreciate a man with a nice body, and you're very hot eye candy! What do you say?” she persisted.

“I have no problem going shirtless, it's just that these things are damn near sheer. There would be no hiding the hard-on that you're so emphatically enjoying,” I began to explain before being interrupted by someone calling out to the woman who was pawing at me.

“Remember that Leslie? Leslie, where did you go? Oh, dear,” Shelly, who was looking for Leslie to back her up on a story, had now taken notice of the situation in the living room.

When Shelly said, “Oh, dear,”, she put her hand over her mouth, which intrigued the other women in the kitchen, who promptly turned around to see why. Leslie started to giggle as the picture became clear to them. They see me, still sitting in the chair, with Leslie behind me. She had an arm wrapped around my chest, and the other reaching down, disappearing into the coat into a rather conspicuous spot.

“Leslie? What is your hand doing in Santa's coat?” Shelly asked with a grin.

“Oh, just looking for a candy cane. I think I found a big one,” Leslie said, giving me a peck on my cheek.

“Is that the one that gave Janice a surprise earlier?” Shelly inquired, eliciting a laugh from the other women and Janice.

“I think so!” Leslie agreed while giving me a firm squeeze.

“That is the one, Shelly!” Janice confirmed.

“I like candy canes. Who else likes candy canes?” Shelly asked, then looked around the room for encouragement.

“I do!” said a voice from the kitchen.

“Me too!” said another.

“Love'em!” agreed another.

“Santa is being shy though. I tried to tell him that he could just take off his coat and relax, but he thinks we'd be bothered by his prominent display of candy cane,” Leslie told the women.

“What? Who here would be bothered by that?” Shelly asked, looking back at the women once more.

“God, no!” said one woman.

“That would be delectable!” yelled Mrs. Levy, one of the quieter guests of the night.

“I second that! Let's see that candy cane, baby! Woo-hoo!” confirmed Shelly.

I surveyed the women standing across the living room and in the entrance to the kitchen. Leslie was still massaging me, and the pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. I took hold of her hand gently, and alerted her of the fact with a foreshadowing grunt. I moved her hand to my thigh and looked at Janice, who seemed rather eager for this happen.

“Santa might just need a break from my fondling, so this may be the time to get comfortable. Wouldn't you say, Santa?” Leslie implied by tugging on the top button of the coat.

“I suppose,” I said with words that bounced with my heart beat, which felt like it was in my throat.

Shelly knelt down next to me, and began rubbing my thigh. She winked at me as the second button came undone, and her other hand moved the top of the coat to the sides of my chest. My body felt a surge of warmth run through it as the third button slid out, and my chest became fully exposed.

“Just relax, Santa. You're in good company,” Shelly said to me in an attempt to calm my nerves as her hand slid up to the top of my thigh, tucking it between my balls and my leg.

Leslie worked the fourth button loose, and the top the tights that reached above my naval had become visible, along with the detailed head of my half visible cock . I wiped a little sweat from my forehead as Leslie worked the fifth and final button loose, and the women started making quiet sounds of gratification as Shelly pushed the sides of the coat away in a slow and teasing manner.

I looked down to see my most intimate parts in meticulous array, wrapped in a second skin. My endowment was rigid, and pointing up for all to see. Shelly was breathing heavily, and I was mesmerized watching her chest rhythmically rise and fall, turning red like Janice' had.

“The scent of a mans sugar is always sensually delightful,” Shelly spoke softly in fixation.

I sat forward and allowed Leslie to pull the coat down my back, releasing my arms. I scooted forward to the edge, and lifted myself off the chair enough for Leslie to pull the last bit of the coat from underneath me. Shelly's hand, which had stayed tucked, had moved to cradle my loins.

“Why would you be nervous about showing off all of this?” Shelly asked smiling, while bouncing my balls with her hand, and measuring their weight.

“I'd love to hold your candy cane!” a woman yelled from the kitchen.

“And give it a lick! Looks so yummy,” another woman added.

“My goodness! It has been too long, Lord, please give me the strength!” Mrs. Levy said, running a finger from side to side on her chest.

“Thank you, ladies! You're too kind, but keep the compliments coming, please,” I said, which made them laugh.

Once I was able to stand up, I stood next to Shelly and ran my hand down the curve of her spine until I reached her ass. I lifted the back of her skirt, and pushed three fingers between her thighs to give her a surprise. She looked back at me with such a sensual smile, as I noticed her panties were very wet. The material was also very thin, and I could feel the definition of her lips. She leaned back into me, and I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before I went to the kitchen for a drink.

“Ho-Ho-Ho! Merry Christmas!” I said as I walked through the women.

My mouth had become dry from the nerves and heavy breathing. The absurdity of the night was quite clear to me, but why would I have cared? It's not like you just stumble into this type of attention every day. The appreciative and lustful gazes I received were plentiful, and I swear I could feel their eyes go from my bulge to my ass.

“Who would have known that Santa had such nice.. legs,” Mrs. Levy said as I leaned against the counter, taking a sip of my drink.

“Who would have known that Santa had something much nicer than that in his pants?” one of her other friends said, netting her a few laughs.

“Agreed! Santa is quite sexy in boots and tights!” Janice added.

“Oh, yes. If I weren't married, dear, you'd be in trouble!” Mrs. Levy said as she ran her hands up and down my body from a distance.

“But looking never hurt nobody,” I said, tipping my glass to her.

“No it does not! God knows how much my husband looks, so it's about time I get someone to look at! Especially someone as delicious as you, dear, so thank you!” she continued.

“Well, thank you for being an unexpected, yet generous audience,” I said.

“My pleasure! Though it is late, and I must be going now, sadly,” she concluded, with the other women agreeing with her.

I laughed, and thanked them for their appreciation. It had gotten late, and the women reluctantly started to gather their things and say their good-byes. I stood under the mistletoe at the door, tempting them one last time for the night.

The first woman gave me a quick peck on the cheeks, as she grabbed my ass, and pulled my body into hers. When she stepped back to wish me a merry Christmas, she looked down with a longing in her eyes, then looked back up to mine. I knew what she wanted to do, but she was obviously too nervous to do so. Maybe it was the ring on her finger that kept her from going for it, but the hesitation told me that she really wanted to touch. I felt compelled me to help her out, while making it as comfortable for her as possible.

I took her hand, turned myself around, then brought it to my chest. I inched her hand downwards, until her fingers touched the tip of my erection. She let out a sigh of defeat, as her hand subsided to nature. It slid down my length, then lifted my balls, and firmly slid back up. She repeated this motion a few times, then let her fingers examine my head for a minute.

“Thank you, hun. Merry Christmas, sexy!” she said, waving to her friends as she walked out the door.

Shelly came up to me, and instantly started stroking me while sliding her number in the waist band. I gently stroked her face while we kissed, then slid my hand in her panties. I just held her in my hand until we stopped kissing.

“You're such a great kisser!” I told her.

“You are too. Can't wait to give this a nice, long kiss! Merry Christmas!” Shelly said as she pinched the tip of my cock, then walked out.

Mrs. Levy approached me next. She held her hands out, and placed them on my face, as she leaned in for a kiss. To my surprise, she didn't go for one of those quick pecks, rather her tongue pushed its way into my mouth the second our lips met. Even more surprising, as we kissed, her hands decided to feel my chest in the flesh. She pulled back and gave me a quick peck on the lips, as her hands decided to go against her earlier statement.

She took one step back, and pulled the waist band of the tights mid way down my thighs. Though shocked, I didn't stop her, as her hands took hold of my erection. She turned to Janice and Leslie, and motioned for them to turn around. She continued to stroke me until they did, then she gave me the most mischievous of smiles.

Mrs. Levy cupped me with one hand, then began stroking me with another. She stopped only to push the door shut, then got on her knees. Mrs. Levy's mouth quickly began to swallow me. Her tongue started to flick the tip of my head, which caused me to twitch each time. I put my hands against the wall behind me, and held on for the ride.

“I know he's gone outside of the marriage once, and I've kept quite about it. Don't you tell me when, young man. Just know that I'm taking you all the way, so let me enjoy this!” Mrs. Levy demanded, then resumed working me.

Leslie and Janice quickly peeked back at me and just smiled. I bent forward and put my hands into her tight top, cupping her breasts, which made her stop bobbing, and moan on my cock. I kneaded them as she resumed swirling her tongue around the head, and bobbing her head forward and back. Her hands ran up my abs, then to my back, then to my ass, where she squeezed and held on.

Within minutes, moans started to creep from my depths. My body slowly started tensing, little by little, and she quickened her pace with my moans. As my body went into tension that indicated that I was about to explode, she took a hand, and cupped my balls. She started to gently squeeze them, and that was all it took. The pent up pleasure from the night had surged through me like a bolt of lighting, and a loud moan of imminence erupted from my mouth as the first rope of cum shot into her mouth.

Her moans began to surpass mine, as she reveled in the taste of her victory. I looked over and saw Leslie and Janice peering out from the kitchen, with looks of envy. With each shot of my cum, Mrs. Levy moaned, so when she stopped, I knew I had emptied all that I had for her. She kept me in her mouth when her hands started pulling at the boots. I lifted one leg, and she pulled the boot from that foot, and again with the other. She then pulled the tights to the floor, and I stepped out of them.

“Not a word of this to anyone. I figured that as soon as I left, you'd be out of those anyways. At least this way, I got to enjoy it,” she said as she stood up.

“Be assured that if I suspect him again, I'll have Janice give you a call for me, and we'll get to know each other much more intimately than what just happened. Now, I kind of hope he does, as you're so much bigger than he is, and you cum so much more. But for now, thank you, young man. Beautiful cock, and you taste phenomenal! Merry Christmas! Mm!” she said as she smacked my ass, then walked out of the door.

Leslie quickly walked up to me, and started running her thumb over my sensitive tip, using a drop of cum as lubricant. I went into spasms as my cock grew hard again. She turned and looked back at Janice.

“Can I just slide him in for the kiss?” Leslie begged.

“Can you what?” I stammered.

“Just for the kiss. Nothing more!” Janice demanded.

Leslie pulled her panties to the side, and positioned me while getting on her tip-toes. Janice walked away, as I looked at Leslie with concern while she sunk me into her body.

“Fuck, that hurts a little!” Leslie whimpered, as she took me as far as she could.

We started kissing so passionately. I had never felt a woman's body like this in the bare. Her body clung to my girth like a glove, and my natural, instinctive urges begged to take over. I tried to hold back as my body yearned to seed her, as hers desired my offerings just the same. I began to pump her, as my inexperience just couldn't hold back any longer. She took a few of my thrusts before she stood up straight, grabbed my cock, and popped me out of her. She ran to the kitchen, wrote down her address and number, and handed it to me.

“Tomorrow. Once you're done with your family. Let's resume this, okay? We'll have a very Merry Christmas! All night long,” Leslie said, then left.

Janice walked over to me, and took me by the hand. We walked down the hall to her bedroom; the room I had fantasized about so many times before. She unbuttoned her top, and tossed it on the bed, as she walked up to me and took hold of my cock and balls. I looked down at her breasts, straining in her bra, and desired to release them from their confines. I reached around her back, and worked the clips until the back swung open. She smiled so sensually, as I pulled her bra from her body.

Her hands clasped behind my neck, as I picked her up, and laid her on her bed. I kissed her neck, then her chest, then began sucking on her breasts. I stopped, and slid off her boots, and began tugging on her leggings. She lifted her ass so I could pull them down, and I gasped as they slid down.

She wasn't wearing any panties, so her smooth, glistening lips surprised me as they appeared, and looked so beautifully appetizing. I ripped those leggings off as quickly as I could, and kissed up her legs until my nose nestled in her lips. Rolling my face upwards, I started to lick each side, while her legs got into position around my head. Her scent was sensually intoxicating, and I took a couple of seconds to take it in.

My tongue entered her body, and was met with a moan of relief. All of her pent up energy kept her at the brink half the night, and she was eager for me to finally relieve her. I wiggled my tongue, and started lapping up her juices, sending her into shivers. I loved how her body reacted to me. Taking my tongue to her clit, her hips locked around my head tightly. I started to swoosh my tongue around, giving gentle suction, and that was all it took.

Her body tensed, and began to shake as her orgasm started to rush over her body. I continued to stimulate her as she let out a thunderous moan, that lead into a scream, before she went silent for a moment. Her back arched, and she screamed again, while her hands clutched my head. Nothing was sexier than she was like that. Her voice trembled through her moans, as the strength of her orgasm was strong and lasting.

Her body eased, though she still seemed lost in her pleasure. Her legs allowed me to back away, but her hand grabbed a hold of me.

“I need this now!” she begged, as I got into position.

She guided me to her lips, and slid me up and down her lips. Her juices flowed onto my cock, and she placed me where she wanted me. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and pulled me inside her. Like Leslie, her body fit around me like a tight glove, and her smooth walls caressed my throbbing cock as I slowly began to pump her. Every inch of my cock was being stimulated by her body, and though I wanted to savor those moments, our bodies wanted otherwise.

She started to push and pull my hips faster than I was moving them, and I took her lead. I began thrusting faster, holding the pace until she showed my that she wanted more. The sensation was a faint, yet assertively present pleasure that already rivaled any orgasm I ever had to that moment. Her body was giving mine a pleasure I hadn't known, and I wanted it to last forever.

I reached a pace that kept her in a constant state of dazed tension. Her mouth remained open, and her breathes were sexy, gentle, but quick. I was infatuated with her sex, and loved every inch of her perfect body. I sucked on her breasts until she started to cum once more. We kissed for a moment, but then her head eased back as she began gasping through the start of her orgasm. I began kissing and sucking on her neck, while I kneaded her breasts.

Her walls grabbed my cock tighter than they already had, as they began to pulse through her tension. It felt like her body was trying to milk me, and that drove me over the edge. Innately, I began to push myself deeper inside her, with such force that was unnatural to me. Our bodies were communicating on a sexual level beyond my knowledge, as I felt my orgasm begin.

I felt the strongest sensation blast from my depths to my tip, but I hadn't started to ejaculate yet. It happened again, but then it paused, as I felt a force building within me. A wall of immense pleasure began to run up my cock, and through my body, as I finally felt my cum shoot out of me, and into her. She grabbed my face, and we kissed passionately as I pumped her with shot after shot of my seed, bucking with every contraction.

She started to calm down, but I craved more of that feeling. As soon as I regained control of my body, I started to slowly pump her again. She looked at me in shock, but with a satisfaction that only a sensual goddess can protrude. Our bodies swooned over each other for another thirty minutes, until we both screamed in unison. I filled her with more cum than I knew I had in me.

She wasn't quite down with me yet, as she flipped me over, and began to work me with her mouth. I could hardly stand the pleasure, which was now mixed with pain. The fact that she could have cared less was sexy as hell, as her tongue swooshed around my head. As I began to show signs of another orgasm, she crawled up my body, and took me back inside of her.

“This is what I wanted to do to you out there in the living room. I almost did, right in front of them all,” she told me, as she rode me hard.

“I love the way your breasts bounce as you ride my cock,” I said through shakes.

“Whenever you want me, I'm yours! Now fill Mrs. Claus with the rest of your holiday spirit!” she demanded, as I began to fill her once more.