Happy Holidays (Super Short, End) (Patreon)

And one year on we conclude with this.  These have been fun and a cool little challenge.  They were mostly written the actual day of the holiday in little snippets of time I was able to steal away for myself and I tried to keep them each right around 1k words and did no editing except for grammar/spelling mistakes.  They were stupid and they were silly but I was glad to let y'all know that I was thinking about you too during the festive times of the year.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season.  ❤

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The glimmering diamond of your engagement ring sparkles under the prismatic array of Christmas lights.  Just an hour ago she had gotten down on her knee and popped the question.  Needless to say you said yes.  Your girlfriend was now your fiance.  Her strong arm around you as the pair of you walk home from a romantic dinner for two you press into her side as proud and as in love as it was possible for a woman to be.

“Oh my God.”  Your future spouse whispers.  “Look!”

There he was.  Sitting in the pale illumination of a light pole was that same drunk old mall Santa sitting on the same park bench he was last Christmas Eve when your girlfriend, on a lark, decided to sit on his lap and ask him for a present.  Her wish was very much naughty as she asked for a cock with which to peg you.  The former you.  A right jolly old elf he was well in his cups.  His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.

“Hohhhh.”  He slurs as he sees you approach.  “Look who it ishh.”

“You!”  You say as the pair of you come to stand in front of him.  “What happened to us this year…it was you!”

“I sat on your lap last year and made a wish.”  Your fiance says.  “You’re actually Santa!”

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head he burps then he says.  “Busted…hic!”  Throwing the empty brown bagged bottle over his shoulder into the snow behind him he pats his leg.  “Who wantsh to shit on on…hic…Shaint Nic’s lap this year?  Ho ho hohhh.

Your hulking girlfriend looks to you.  “I’d crush him.  Go ahead.”

You giggle and nod and hop on the old drunk’s lap.  Putting his arms around you he pulls you in close.  “Were you a good…hic…little girl thish year?”

With a glance to your partner you titter and blush.  “Oh no Santa.  I was so very naughty this year.”

“Atta girl.”  He pats your bum.

“Should…should I make a wish?”

“Thish year it’sh Shanta’s turn to…hic…get hish wish.  Mmmm?”  He winks as you feel a something stir beneath you.  “Mrs Claus hash been a frigid bitch thish year.”

“Santa!”

“I don’t think he wants milk and cookies.”

You look to your towering muscle bound soul mate.  You look to her crotch and think of the monster cock lurking behind those winter clothes.  You look down to your beautiful female body and reflect on all of the joy it had given you.  And you think of your wonderful new life as a woman.  Then you look back to Santa Claus who made it all happen.

“Tell me you old rascal.”  You tug his beard and grind your tush against his growing pecker.  “What could Santa possibly want for Christmas?”

He grabs your butt.  “A piece o’ thish hot little ass.”

“Anything for you Santa.”

You slide down to kneel in the snow and find the waist of his red pants beneath his bowl full of jelly belly.  You pull them down and reveal his cock, all chubby and plump, and you spoke not a word but went straight to work.  With an effortless ease you take him to the root, after the past year his was no challenge at all.  You discover that he tasted like a peppermint candy cane!

“Hohhh!”

You suck and you slurp and you lick and you lap and before long his North pole is standing tall.  You slather his rod with an extra helping of slobber then spit once more.  Standing up you spin around and pull down your pants just enough to reveal your round, bubble butt.  With his gloved hands he grabs your hips and guides you down to sit on Santa’s lat once more.

“Hohhhhh!”  He groans as his hard cock glides inside of your hot, tight ass.

“Ohhh Santa!”  You cry.

You start to bounce up and down, Santa’s strong hands and thrusting hips adding impact to each stroke

“Oh, oh, oh, OH!”  You grunt and groan as Father Christmas plows your ass.

Just then your fiance, who stood nearby watching you, pulls a sprig of mistletoe from a pocket…and holds it just above her groin.  With a grin you reach for her.  Pulling up her dress you then pull down her panties to let the great anaconda within flop free.  Taking the thick shaft you bring the tip to your mouth and give it a sweet little smooch.  You bat your big eyes up at your beloved…who then force feeds you over a foot of thick cock.

With a happiness that only Christmas can bring you bounce your big booty on Santa’s lap as your mouth and throat are ravaged by your well hung fiance.  In alternating time one cock thrusts in as the other glides out and vice versa so that you are never without it for even an instant.  Santa’s fat dong reams your back door.  Your fiance’s long schlong fucks your face.  And it does not take long before you are lit up like a Christmas tree.

“HMMMM!”  You gurgle and moan at the powerful climax that rocks your spit-roasted body.

“Ho, ho, HO!”  Santa slaps your ass again and again like he was lashing his reindeer.  “A fine little ho.”  He jerks harder and faster, ramming your backside with all he had.  “A shweet, shlutty, dirty little cock ho.”

“The dirtiest.  She was always in there.”  Your fiance says, her hand holding your head tightly as she plunged the depths of your slobbery maw.  “But you let her out.  Thank you Santa.”

“HNNNGHHH!”  You drool, both trying to add thanks while anally cumming at the same time.

“You are so very welcome my dearsh.”  He says in a jolly tone.  “Now, let’sh frost this slut!”

From both sides you are rocked as the pair hammer you for all they were worth to send you to a bucking, quivering orgasm yet again.  The next thing you know you are on your knees with both standing over you.  In unison they bust and warm your chilly face with hot, creamy nog.

“Hahhh.”  You open wide and extend your tongue hoping to catch as much as you can.

Shoulder to shoulder your fiance and Santa stroke their cocks, empty their jingle balls, and give you a nice big Christmas dinner of jizz.

Blinded by cum you hear your partner gasped.  “Wh…where did he go?  I only closed my eyes for a moment.”

Wiping the frosting from your eyes you look about the park to find it empty except for the pair of you.  And then we hear it.  The sound of distant sleigh-bells receding in the clear winter sky.

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”  Comes the clear deep voice of St Nick.  “Ho, ho, ho, HOOOO!”

The End