All I Want For Christmas


It was just another card game with the boys when Peter 
said something weird.

"Oh, fuck! My wife is going to kill me!" he suddenly 
exclaimed.

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Taylor. 
Peter's young wife Becky was the most timid and woman 
around. Not like Alex's wife. She had just wandered 
through the kitchen in a see-through nighty, giving all 
the guys instant boners. Alex especially. Taylor 
remembered poor Becky from a party when they were in 
high school.

The party had been a particularly drunken orgy. He and 
Sue had burst in on Becky with her arms tied 
over her head surrounded by five drunken jocks, cocks 
hard and dripping in their hands. The biggest guy had 
his cock up against Becky's trembling lips when they 
interrupted. 

The jock had told them to fuck off, but Becky had given 
him this deer-in-the-headlights look. He'd ended up 
with a broken nose, but Becky came up to him a week 
later and had said 'thank you' in that meek way she 
had. She was all baggy pants and giant sweaters then, 
with hair that was always falling over her eyes.

Taylor was sort of surprised she had ended up with Peter. 
He went to the strip bars with the guys, was always 
pinching the cute waitresses on the ass. He even 
followed Alex's wife out of the kitchen once or twice. 
Once when in the local gym's sauna, Taylor had taken a 
peek - Peter was pretty hung.

But then again high school was seven years ago. Taylor was 
still single and spent his weekends drinking with the 
guys from work. He ached to have someone waiting for 
him when he came home from work.

But not Becky. Becky was so mousy. Even now she never 
wore anything even slightly revealing, and Taylor was sure 
he'd never even seen Becky kiss Taylor, much less do any 
of the things he wanted a woman to do to him on a 
regular basis. Still she always had a smile when she 
saw Taylor.

"Ah crap!" said Peter. "I promised her I'd dress up in 
this stupid Santa suit I've got in my truck. She 
insisted I get home by twelve o'clock and come in with 
it and the presents I bought her. She really wants a 
traditional Christmas." He spread out his cards on the 
table. "Read 'em and weep boys. Full house!"

Taylor groaned. That was the last of his money.

"I'm on such a hot streak!" Peter said, pulling the pile 
of bills into his grasp. "Say Taylor..."

"What?"

"You could really do me a favor. I'll let you have your 
sixty bucks back and another forty if you'd put on the 
suit, drive over to my place and put the presents under 
the tree."

"No way! Becky will fucking call the cops on me!" 
protested Taylor.

"She goes to sleep early like a good little girl. Come 
on buddy. I'll make it $150. Just put the presents 
under the tree. I'm gonna play cards with these guys 
until the morning shift at five. Becky will never know 
the difference and you'll be a 150 bucks richer."

"Ah, fuck. I could use the money..."

"Great," Peter tossed him the keys. "Now get out of here 
and give me the keys when I see you in morning."

Taylor felt stupid as hell as he pulled up to Peter and 
Becky's house. Stupid Santa suit! He'd hit a red light, 
just in front of the Ellisum Library, when a red Mirada 
had pulled along side with this hot Asian chick 
driving. 

She looked over and caught him staring. She gave him 
this big toothy grin. This girl had amazing cock-
sucking potential - Taylor was sure. He rolled down the 
window and was about to ask if she'd like to try his 
stick shift when she started laughing at him.

"You dirty old Santa!" she cried, holding her hand to 
her mouth. "You wanna bang me and then go home to Mrs. 
Santy Claw and the kid. Bye, bye!" The light changed 
and she was gone, speeding down the road.

At least all the lights were out in the house, except 
for the Christmas tree in the front window. Taylor 
couldn't take two humiliations in one night. He pulled 
on the beard and hat, and lugged the bag of presents 
over his shoulder.

As he quietly trudged through the snow to the front 
door, he savored the feel of his cock rubbing against 
the soft velvet of his pants. It was a good thing Peter 
had told him to strip before putting on the suit. It 
was hot as hell. Still, he thought, shifting his cock 
over, best not to slip into the house with a big juicy 
boner. Becky wouldn't understand that! Too bad that 
Japanese hottie hadn't stayed for some roadside fun.

Everything went smoothly at first. He only bashed his 
shin on the coffee table once. He slipped the presents 
under the tree and dropped a long little box into a 
slender stocking embroidered BECKY.

She sure was a freak for Christmas. In addition to the 
deluxe tree, sagging heavily with ornaments, there were 
garlands strung every-where, and tons of Christmas 
cards hung over twine. And there was mistletoe 
everywhere!

She had even gone to the trouble of laying out cookies 
and a drink for Santa by the Lazyboy. Taylor's eye's 
locked on the drink. A frosty mug of beer.

He licked his lips. That sure would be sweet. This suit 
was cooking him! He settled into the chair and took a 
pull on the beer. Just what he needed!

"Does Santa like his cookies and beer?" a voice purred.

Taylor jerked his head up like INTRUDER ALERT! Had just 
bellowed through foot-tall speakers inches from his 
ear. Luckily he hadn't removed his beard because he was 
frozen with surprise.

In the door way was the hourglass silhouette of the 
friendliest reindeer he'd ever seen. She was wearing 
little antlers, a bell collar and a stretchy velvet tan 
body suit that had made her look completely naked for 
an instant. Then she turned and revealed a tiny tufted 
tail that looked very soft and inviting. She shook her 
long auburn hair, making the bells jingle.

"I'm sorry Santa," she said, strutting over to Taylor, who 
was still stunned in the chair. "I'm a naughty girl. I 
should be all asleep in bed, sucking my thumb." She 
slid her thumb between her glistening lips and sucked. 
"But I wanted to show you how much I've grown this 
Christmas, Santa." She placed her hands on Taylor's knees 
and let him feast his eyes on her jumbo breasts. Her 
swollen nipples were clearly visible under the body 
stocking.

Holy Shit! Taylor thought to himself. Becky was all curves 
and the nicest tits he'd seen in a long long while, 
except for the magazine type in KNOCKERS.

"Ho. Ho, ho!" Taylor managed to stutter out in a deep 
voice. He was trapped and Becky would realize she'd 
exposed herself to one of Peter's friends.

"Oh, no Santa!" she squealed. "I'm not a whore." She 
began to unbutton Santa's coat, revealing Taylor's sweaty, 
toned chest. "Is it because Breasty-Becky cock-teases 
her hubby all the time?" She slipped her hand under 
Taylor's coat and began to pull his nipples. "Why Santa! 
You're not wearing anything under your coat." She 
slipped into his lap. "Is Santa feeling hot?"

Taylor decided to risk talking.

"Now, now Becky," he said, patting her large round 
bottom. "You be a good little girl and get off to bed 
and your husband will be home soon."

"No!" She slipped round in his lap, straddling him and 
pushing her boobs into his face. "I want my Santa! I 
don't want my husband!"

She shoved Taylor back in the chair, but he pushed back, 
knocking her to one side. she fell across his knee.

"You be good!" He gave her ass a light smack. But 
instead of hopping off she moaned and proffered her 
bottom up to him.

"Mmmm... Santa's being wicked!" she said.

"What?" He tried to keep his voice deep, but he was too 
surprised.

"Spank me Santa." She was rubbing his lap, getting him 
extremely hot. "Please Santa! Give me a good hiding!"

Taylor let her have it. A good solid smack across her 
generous behind. Her bottom really filled out the 
spandex velvet. Taylor simply couldn't help himself, it 
was too delicious of a target not to strike. She 
shudder and gasped and the sound of the spank echoed 
around the room.

"You're so strong today, Santa! I love it when you 
spank me hard." Her hand was sliding up and down his 
leg. She was in danger of finding his growing prick. 
Taylor wanted her to find his cock. He was sweaty 
profusely now and he could feel the horny burning add 
to his fire. He smacked her eager young bottom again.

"And why do you enjoy getting spanked, Breasty Becky?" 
he asked, running his hand up her arched back and then 
down to her quivering tail. It was then he noticed the 
zipper tracing her spine.

"It's because I'm a naughty little slut," she crooned. 
He spanked her again and she groaned, rubbing herself 
harder and harder over his lap.

"Because I fantasize about other men coming to the 
stable and finding me tethered to the hitching post. 
Horny men. Men who would use me. Naughty. OH! Make me 
suck their big big dicks. Make me bend over and take it 
like a loose cunted whore. Except," her hand had 
finally found his dong and wrapped around him through 
the velvet pants. "Except I'm a very tight and horny 
housewife."

He started spanking her slowly and then faster and 
faster, glorying in the feel of her firm yet supple 
bottom. All the while she undulated on his lap, 
jingling with each spank from her bell collar. She 
sucked on her thumb, mumbling how naughty she was while 
with her other hand she squeezed him, yanking him 
larger and larger till he could stand it no more.

Abruptly he grasped the zipper he had spotted at the 
collar of her outfit and drew it down her back. The 
velvet split open like a poached peach revealing her 
milky white skin underneath. The zipper stopped just 
above her great bottom which still was flexing and 
releasing from its discipline.

Becky cried out with surprise and rolled off Taylor's lap. 
The outfit contracted further and she looked up at him, 
just managing to hold the now tiny material over her 
large breasts. She looked shocked. Her generous lips 
dropped open and her eyes were deer like. Taylor 
remembered those eyes.

"Santa, are you having lustful thoughts?" she asked in 
a husky voice. Her eyes dropped to the front of pants. 
"Cause the next girl will get a VERY BIG surprise when 
she sits on your lap!"

Taylor grunted and tried to push down the giant erection 
that was threatening to rip a hole in his ridiculous 
pants. He needed to take control of the situation. He 
needed to get a grip. He wanted to grip Beckye by her 
tits and fuck the daylights out of her.

"Strip," he barked. What the hell. Santa was gonna have 
some fun.

Becky struggled to her feet still holding the outfit 
over her boobs. She locked eyes with Taylor for a long 
lingering moment. Taylor could feel the blood pulse in his 
brain. She was breathing heavy, her pupils were 
dilated.

Then she smiled and slowly began to peel herself out of 
her reindeer skin. As she bent over to slip her long 
legs out of the spandex, Taylor was startled at just how 
large her boobs were in comparison to the rest of her 
slender body. They were too large for her body, almost 
grotesque, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off them. She 
cradled them in her arms and looked down at him with a 
smile.

"My hubby gave me them for my birthday," she said, 
arching her back letting them bounce up and down 
slowly. "I was big before, but I wanted to be eye 
candy. I wanted to be Breasty Becky."

"I'm a little mouse to most of the world. But in 
private I want to be the biggest slut around. Look out 
Pamela! Men would see my udders and just want to milk 
me. Every man who really sees me knows I'm good for 
only one thing, pleasing him. Now men can't control 
their dicks when I wear my little tees. I've always 
wanted to have men shooting their loads all over me. 
Fucking my knockers. Hooters wouldn't take me because, 
as the jealous head waitress said-" She bent forward 
and whispered/blew into Taylor's ear. "'You're not a 
waitress you're a fuck doll...'"

She raised her hands above her head and began to grove 
in front of him.

"I've always wanted to get as much cum as I could. And 
just now in bed," she shut her eyes and continued to 
twist. "I dreamt about Santa coming down the chimney to 
give me a stocking that was absolutely stuffed with the 
creamy good stuff."

Taylor motioned her forward. She obeyed and he slipped his 
hand over her pussy letting his fingers sink into her 
sodden thatch and down into her juicy valley.

"Mmmm... bushy," he murmured.

She dropped to her knees and began to frantically untie 
his belt. He sat back and let her pull his pants down. 
His cock sprung up and pushed between her pale melons 
with their bright red nipples. He was pleased to see 
her boobs didn't dwarf his dong.

"Oh my!" she said pressing her tits around him. "You're 
not Peter. You're the real Saint Dick!"

"That's right Breasty." He grinned. "You'd better run."

Becky took a sudden intake of breath, then jumped to 
her feet and pranced away, jingling and jiggling as she 
did. Her little tail was still stuck on her bottom and 
for Taylor it twitched like a little red flag.

He jumped up and roared, kicking off the pants and 
stripping off the jacket. His muscular body gleamed 
with sweat. But with the beard and hat he still looked 
like a porn Saint Nick. He tore after her.

She looked over her shoulder and screamed. The chase 
was on.

At first he let her gallop in front of him. He enjoyed 
the sight of her hair streaming over her shoulders, the 
slinky action of her tits, her haunches as they pumped. 
His cock swung heavily up and down before him and his 
pecs muscles bounced as well. Each time she looked 
behind, she shrieked or giggled and he became more and 
more aroused.

Finally he caught her by the arm in the hall. He swung 
her round and threw her up against the wall, her bottom 
hitting first and then her shoulders. She gasped and he 
splayed her arms out and began to kiss her neck.

She got her legs pressed against the wall and shoved, 
smashing his back into the other wall, her boobs 
enveloped around him so they flattened out against the 
wall. She pulled off and ran down the hall.

He was right on her tail. In fact, he reached out and 
yanked the reindeer tail off her bottom, eliciting a 
yelp and slowing her down just enough for Taylor catch 
Becky and push her face first against the large window 
at the hall's end.

"Time for Santa to ride his reindeer!" said Taylor. And he 
pulled Becky's ass up to his cock, pushing her face and 
tits flat onto the window. Her legs were spread and her 
pussy was wet, eager and easy to spread.

"But Santa!" Becky tried to push up from the glass with 
her arms, but only succeeded in lifting her face, 
further flattening her tits till they were like two 
giant spotlights beaming out their breasty news to the 
neighborhood.

Taylor ignored her and pushed his cock deep into her 
pussy. Becky let out a cry of pleasure and forgot her 
complaint.

She hadn't lied. Her pussy was snug as a could be.

As he started to bang her ass she began to talk, like 
she was confessing her sins to a priest or some other 
type of quasi-religious figure.

"God that's right fuck me here in front of the window. 
This is what I've dreamed of Santa, ever since high 
school." He slapped her haunch urging her to move her 
body in motion with his steady thrusting. She obeyed.

"I've wanted you ever since that party. Do you remember 
that one? You were with that slut Sue." She twisted 
her head so she could see Taylor.

"You might as well pull off the beard Taylor. I know it's 
you."

Taylor yanked the beard from his face. Now all he had on 
was the Santa hat and Becky's stellar ass.

"Oh, did you know what old Sue is famous for?" 
Becky began to wiggle her bottom as Taylor slapped against 
her. "She's famous for her work with retarded boys! 
Oooohh yes! Let me tell you when you're a sixteen girl 
you want it just as bad as a boy does. Good little 
volunteer Sue would go visit these slow boys and 
teach them about the birds and the bees and blow jobs 
and butt fucking! Oh yes! almost like that, but not 
nearly as big I bet! They found out cause the next 
volunteer got bent over as soon as she walked in the 
door. I bet she had a surprised look on her face, being 
a nun and all! Sue's family was able to keep it out 
of the papers but Oh harder! everybody knew."

Taylor pulled Becky a couple of inches away from the glass 
so that her boobs smack against the window with the 
force of his cock. He loved the sound they made. Becky 
was a trooper, keeping her legs tensed, so her ass was 
a satisfying target. He kept on hitting bullseye after 
bullseye. 

She panted now as she talked.

"You thought you saved me at that party, right? 
Actually I sweet-talked each of those guys into the 
room. I was, and am, SUCH a cock hound. I wanted to be 
surrounded by those cocks. As you burst in I was going 
to strip for them get them so fucking hot. But then you 
came in. I should have been pissed. You should have 
whipped out yours and made me extra creamy. But instead 
you rescued me...  and I let you. You've been in my 
dreams fucking me all these years." She gasped and 
paused letting Taylor slip one hand around so he could 
finger her clit as he slowly fucked her brains out.

"Then last month Peter comes home from the gym and tells 
me about you eying his cock in the sauna. Which is very 
naughty by the way! And he tells me how big you are 
too. Now, Peter gets to fuck all the pussy he wants so I 
asked for my own Christmas present this year. You. And 
my husband is so sweet! He sends you in a Santa suit 
with a big boner. Oh, god I'm going to cum! Fucking me 
against the window, fingering my spot! I've wanted your 
cock in me, all over me, for such a long long time."

She climaxed, banging her fists on the glass. Her knees 
began to tremble. She rose up and down, riding his cock 
as she came. She began to lose her balance. Taylor grabbed 
her by the boobs and began fucking her with abandon. 
This seemed to intensify her orgasm, she began to 
scream and ram herself further down his cock shaft. 
With a tremulous gasp she was spent, and sank to the 
floor.

Then, on her knees, she turned round.

"Let me suck you," she said.

As she went to it, licking his shaft, covering her lips 
in pre-cum and making it feel like his cock was in a 
liquid dream, he noticed the window they had fucked in 
looked right into the window of the next-door-neighbor. 
In the window was a familiar young Japanese woman being 
undressed by an older man. Her t-shirt and skirt was 
off and he was ripping off her panties.

He was wisely leaving the high heeled calve boots on. 
They must have been watching for a while. The young 
woman had a confused, yet undeniably aroused look on 
her face.

The older man's cock was throbbing hugely in her tiny 
hand.

"There are..." he began to say.

"That's Ida, the Mario’s foreign exchange student," 
she said, pausing to let his glistening cock slip up 
and down between her tits. "Looks like Mario has 
finally decided to introduce some Western cum to those 
rosebud lips of hers. Serves her right. She was 
positively fingering herself watching us when Mario 
decided to take her in hand."

And then her mouth was back on him, sucking him up and 
down, tugging on his balls and moaning. She wouldn't 
stop until she elicited an explosion. Mario across 
the way pushed Ida to her knees and began to beat off 
into her face, his eyes locked on Becky's tits and 
Taylor's swollen cock. Taylor had been right about Ida, she 
did have amazing cock suck potential. 

Johnson arched his back and his cock began to shoot 
geysers into Ida face. It really surprised her at 
first spattering all over her cheek and face and tits, 
but then she grabbed hold and began to suck like a Sony 
vacuum cleaner. Johnson wrapped his hands in her hair and 
rolled his eyes in pleasure. He looked up and gave Taylor 
a weak thumbs up.

Taylor began to wave back, but then his cock pulsed and 
the spurts started to cum. Becky looked up and began to 
gulp like it was her favorite slushie, but this was a 
super-mega big gulp. She sucked and suck and gulped but 
still it ran out from between her lips and began to 
spatter on her heaving tits which knocked on Taylor's 
knees.

He grinned as she rubbed her boobs in his cum. "Merry 
Christmas, and to all a good night!"