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Article 5 of 24
Subject: SANTA'S CUMMING 3/4
From: kansica@aol.com (Kansica)
Date: 1996/12/23
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Public Sex 10c
Santa Claus is cumming...
PLEASE READ: I believe that the intricacies of life are what make sex
stories erotic. I could have easily written one part with nothing but
sex. However, that would not be a story...and
everything would be the same. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING
STORIES DO NOT CONTINUE BECAUSE YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED. But if you read
this and the subsequent parts (I intend on never having a part much longer
than 15k) you will have a complete story that will hopefully arouse as
well as entertain the reader.
I would like to say that this story is true.......but only in my
fantasies.
PART 3
Santa had sat back in his chair, out of view of the camera, and watched me
rub my clitoris, finger my moist pussy, and finally, I came. I couldn't
control the volume of my moans as I had done so many times before. The
added excitement of being watched put me over the edge.
Santa then motioned for me to come to him. He inserted my fingers,
dampened with the nectar of my loins, into his mouth. He sucked on my
fingers until every drop of my honey was cleaned off. He then instructed
me to strip for him.
I started taking my top off but Santa quickly protested, "NO NO NO, I want
you to STRIP for me...like a dancer."
I had never "danced" for anyone before and I wasn't sure I knew how. I
started swaying my hips and to be honest I sucked at this. But Santa
smiled just the same as he watched me seductively remove every stitch of
clothing I had on. I knew from where I was standing that every second of
this awful routine was captured by Tina and her camera.
My nude bronzed body was now presented for all to see. I could see the
familiar bulge developing inside Santa's red pants. The horny Father
Christmas stood and unbuckled his wide black belt, letting it fall to the
floor. He then took off his red felt jacket. I was stunned to see that
most of his Jolly Belly wasn't just stuffing in his coat. He was still
wearing a T-shirt and had suspenders holding his pants up.
He stood to the side of me and asked very nicely, "Dear Jen, would you
mind assisting an old man in the removal of his penis."
My GOD! That was a turn-off. I slid my had over the felt encased cock,
feeling the tremendous bulge being held inside. As I unzipped Santa's
pants and began fishing out the enormous rod I said to Santa, "You don't
have to be so nice. I don't mind if you say cock...or fuck...it turns me
on."
"What about...GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY COCK?", Santa yelled. I was
drawn aback from the sudden change. But the real surprise came when I had
finally pulled his entire length from the suit pants.
Santa's cock was larger than I had ever imagined. I would guess it to be
at least 11" long and as thick as my wrist. Even though I had been with
two black guys before they were of very normal size in length and girth.
The biggest surprise wasn't his length but his cock's appearance. It had
white and red stripes painted on it like a candy cane!
"What the hell....", I mustered.
"Oh my tattoo...I had that done back in 1864. I thought it would be
different, the Mrs. was a little wilder back then and liked giving head.
She felt it was easier if it looked like a candy cane."
I tried wrapping my hand around the huge...(peppermint stick?) but it was
too thick. I ran my sweaty palm along the red and white shaft of St.
Nicholas, amazed at how very soft his flesh was to my touch.
Then I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and gently ran the tip
of my tongue to from the tip of his head to the base of his cock. His
pubic hair was as white as his beard but what shocked me was the
taste...you'll think I am lying but Santa's cock tasted like peppermint!
There was no peppermint smell, his crotch smelled similar to the others I
had buried my nose in, but the taste was unmistakable...a candy cane.
"I hope you like peppermint.", Santa quipped, obviously knowing my delight
at the surprising taste.
I wanted to gobble the old man's stick, but knew there would be no way for
me to fit the entire thing in my mouth. I then took the head of his cock
into my mouth, which about all that would fit without me choking. Running
my tongue against the ridge of his cock sent thrills through him as he
began to shake slightly. He started to thrust inward but I stopped him.
"It is way too big, Santa. I can't take it all."
"Relax sweet Jen. I am Santa Claus and I won't hurt you."
I had no idea what he was talking about but as I again took the monstrous
head between my red lips Santa stunned me by thrusting fully into my
mouth. I was shocked and ready for the gag reflex to kick in. But it
didn't.
I felt the tip of his mammoth beast at the entrance to my throat, but the
prickly hairs of his crotch were tickling my nose. I had his huge cock
buried into my mouth and yet I didn't feel anything in my throat! My
mouth was full, but not uncomfortable as I thought it would be with such
girth.
When Santa pulled back out of my mouth I looked again to the peppermint
shaft. It was every bit as large as I had imagined before. But how was I
able to take it all? I doubt an experienced prostitute could have taken
the entire length with one thrust.
Again he thrust completely and again, there was no discomfort and I
handled the entire length.
Santa was chuckling at my amazement. "I AM Santa. If I can fit down a
chimney I can certainly shrink the size of my own genitalia."
I was now beginning to realize that this was not a role game but was in
fact the ONE & ONLY Santa Claus. I was frightened and excited at the same
time.
I gobbled up the mint flavored shaft and started sucking cock like I had
been craving it. I wanted to swallow the seed of Santa. I have to admit
I was curious what his cum would taste like.
It didn't take long for me to find out. Santa had been fucking my mouth
at a furious pace and soon belted out the crooning sounds of a man in
ecstasy, "OH MY.....I'M CUMMMMMMINGGGG!"
Santa pulled out about halfway. Again I glanced down at the half of his
shaft that my mouth expelled. It was still as thick as ever. My
amazement at the possibility of this happening was cut short by the sting
of thick, warm globs of Santa sperm. He was filling my mouth with his cum
and I didn't mind a bit. It was the greatest tasting sperm I had ever
tasted. I recognized the familiar flavor but it wasn't until the next
spurt that I was able to confirm it...
"That's right sweet Jen," Santa gleefully proclaimed, "Bailey's Irish
Creme."
That was it! It tasted just like Bailey's! I had to be dreaming. There
is no way this could be happening. Santa finished after shooting three
more thick loads of Bailey's into my mouth which was filling up fast.
"Careful dear", Santa pleaded, "Don't stain the pants. Imagine how
difficult it would be to explain why Santa was drinking Irish Creme."
I swallowed the remaining cum, smiling at the contentment that it wasn't
the salty seed I had grown accustomed to from my other lovers.
Santa then stood from his chair, his large cock still dangling out of the
open fly of his trousers. He lifted me with little effort and laid me
across the table. I felt his gentle hands pushing my legs apart and one
of his thick fingers inserted itself briefly into my cunt.
"My we are a wet one." Santa exclaimed as he extracted his finger tasting
the nectar which flowed so freely from within my pussy.
Then Santa lowered his head between my legs and began licking the tender
flesh of my thighs. I moaned. Spreading my legs further apart, I grasped
his head and pressed him against me. His beard made my quim tickle as he
lapped at my neglected pussy. He would occasionally insert the tip of his
tongue into the tight entrance of my womb causing me to gasp loudly.
Santa continued his expert tongue-work bringing me to another shattering
orgasm. I was embarrassed as I could not control the loud moans, more
like screams, that escaped my mouth.
Santa pulled me up to a sitting position and planted his lips against mine
in a passion-filled kiss. His tongue parted my lips as he inserted it
into my mouth. I would never let a man do this before, I didn't want to
taste my own cum. But it wasn't so bad, it was sweet like honey.
"You made it taste like honey?", I asked the gentle man.
"No. That is what you taste like, my dear."
I was shocked. I had no idea it was so sweet.
"Enough of this!" Santa shouted. He then lay me back down on the table so
that my body was across the width and in perfect view of the camera Tina
was still mindfully operating. "I wanna fuck those tits of yours."
"They are too small.", I answered.
"You want them larger?", he asked. I nodded and he placed a finger
alongside of his nose then moved it to the valley between my modest
globes. "How's this?"
I looked down at my tits as they began to swell. They finally stopped in
the 44DD range, bigger than I had actually wanted. Then as if he was
again reading my mind they shrank to a more suitable 42D.
Santa then removed his pants and climbed atop me. I was scared the table
wouldn't hold our weight. He placed his erect full-length cock between
the large mounds and ordered me, "Press them together, around Santa's
cock."
My hands pressed the boobs together as I couldn't help but slightly fondle
them in admiration. Santa thrust and his large mantool pressed its way
through my valley until it bumped my chin.
"Okay are you ready to act out Santa's fantasy?", he asked not missing a
stroke. Not waiting for my answer he added, "You remember the stop code?
'Laura'! Say it only if you want me to stop...for real."
He smiled at me before turning to face Tina and saying in his husky voice,
"Okay Mrs. Claus, I am going to enact my fantasy of raping some poor girl.
I may be vulgar at times but it is acceptable by my victim...Right Jen?"
I nodded my agreement while saying, "It is VERY acceptable."
I continued admiring my newly found cleavage as Santa pumped his thick
cock mercilessly between them. I had never been tittie-fucked before and
I was surprised at the excitement this brought me.
Santa stopped after about five minutes of this so he could once again
stand and have his way with my mouth.
The table had been very wide and I fit across it perfectly. But now as
Santa stood on one side of the table I noticed it had shrunk. Now my head
was laying over the side of the table which just happened to be the same
height as Jolly Ole Saint Nick's dick.
He thrust his cock into my mouth and this time I felt it start to enter my
throat. He reduced his size again but not nearly as much as he had
before. I choked at his first attempt into my throat.
"Listen Bitch, Santa says swallow his cock!"
I couldn't believe it, Santa called me a Bitch. I prepared myself and was
able to reluctantly take his enormous cock into my throat on his next
attempt.
I then heard footsteps across the hardwood floor. Someone else was in
here with us...It had to be the black man which Santa had spoke of
earlier. But what if it was security or someone else busting up our
little encounter?
"Hello, Calvin.", Santa said. "Here is the white pussy I promised you for
Christmas. I haven't tried it out yet but if it is half as good as her
mouth than I am sure you will be satisfied."
"What the hell is going on here?", a black voice shouted. "Is she some
kind of cum slut?"
Santa responded, "According to her survey she has only had four other
lovers. She said none of them were black but I happen to know that two of
them were of color."
I laid there letting Santa thrust himself into my mouth and listened to
the two men talk about me as if I were not only a head of cattle but also
as if I wasn't there.
"You are a goofy mother-fucker. Thinkin you are Santa and all. Why
would she wanna fuck us both? You an old white guy and me a black guy."
Not waiting for him to answer Calvin continued, "I know her she works in
that clothes store for uppity bitches."
I was concerned now. I had been recognized and I couldn't see anything
with my head hanging over the edge of the table.
Calvin continued, "I've seen her in there. She has a hot body but always
snubs my hellos."
My mind began racing to who it might be. I didn't recognize the voice so
I tried to think of people I had snubbed. I try not to do that to anyone
so I was having a hard time coming up with anyone. Of course having a
constant thrusting in my mouth didn't make matters any easier.
Calvin kept talking, "I think she don't like black people. I doubt she
has EVER fucked a brother."
Santa pulled his enlarged cock from my lips and said, "Calvin thinks you
don't like black guys. Tell him about the two black football players you
fucked in college."
I figured this was part of there game so I played along, "I never fucked a
black guy! Help me! He is raping me!"
"Now Jen, This nice young man wants to help me. He doesn't care if you
like it or not as long as he gets his nuts off in you." Santa said
patiently, "Now be a good girl and keep sucking or I will let him fuck
your ass."
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