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  “Hey wait,” we hear from the other side of the door. “You girls can come in….”

  “You can do better than him,” I whisper to Nancy. We knock on the next door, find the booth is vacant and we squeeze in, our shoes sticking to the floor.

  “It says here, ‘Insert token,’” Nancy says.

  “I suppose we’d better,” dropping the coin into the slot. “Just so we can have some light.” Topping Santa’s Naughty List illuminates the darkness as we help each other switch into our seasonal “Fuck me” outfits.

  “How do I look?” Nancy says.

  “So hot we’re gonna need an armed escort to get you out of this place alive. How do those panties feel?” adjusting her antlers.

  “My pussy feels exposed and vulnerable.”

  “That’s the way we want it. Let’s blow this joint.”

  Chapter 3

  There he sits bulking like Hercules in his red velvet suit, on his candy cane throne.

  “That’s my stepbrother, Chad,” whispering to Nancy as we step out of the elevator onto Sorenson’s fifth floor. My pussy drools with anticipation.

  “Stepbrother?” Nancy says as walk into the winter wonderland of twinkling, tinsel, presents, a forest of glittering Christmas trees and hyped up kids eager to tell Santa their Christmas wishes. We’re on the North Pole - or, at least, we’ll be, soon. “Isn’t Dane a little young to have a son our age?”

  “Chad is the son of my mom’s second husband, the one before Dane. We grew up together - all the way from preschool to high school. We played doctor, played house, but we’ve never actually done it. What do you say we see if we can change that, huh?” nudging her. We thread our way through shoppers loaded with presents. The excitement builds. My mind is totally in the gutter. I envision fucking my stepbrother right there, in his Santa suit, on his Christmas throne - with all these shoppers watching.

  “You would actually screw your own stepbrother?” Nancy blushes and frowns.

  “Don’t be so shocked. Last night I had my own step-dad.” Nancy squeals loud enough to be heard over the ambient Christmas music. Heads turn. She covers her lips with her hand, embarrassed and scandalized. “Are you ready for this? Ready to loose your virginity?”

  “What? When? You mean now? Here?”

  “Who better to take it than Santa, right?” We step into the line of kids waiting to sit on his lap. It’ll be a good ten minutes. Time to come up with a strategy. Doing a scan of the terrain; Santa has two elves helping him - a photographer snapping shots of the kids, and an usher who keeps the line moving. Some ten feet back behind his chair is a little wooden shack decorated with fake snow and wreathes. A mailbox by the door says, “North Pole.”

  “See that hut out back?” I say to Nancy.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “That’s for Santa’s private sittings. Our goal is to get him back there alone with us.”

  “I don’t know about this,” gulping.

  “You’re gonna do fine. Just follow my lead. We’ll go up to him together. And, besides, once the action starts you’ll forget all about being nervous,” massaging her shoulders.

  “Aren’t you two a little too big for Santa’s lap?” Usher Elf says, as we reach the head of the line.

  “Santa‘s a big strong guy. He can handle us both at the same time. C’mon, Nancy,” taking her hand, feeling very sexy in my Santa’s honey dress. I feel like the goddess Venus offering a virgin sacrifice to Apollo. I sashay up, swaying my hips, swishing my velvet skirt, its hem flirting dangerously with the exposed crotchless V of my pussy. Santa takes in my little burlesque show - eyes bulging.

  “Hi, Santa, baby,” winking and smiling seductively. Can tell by his lustful look that he knows it’s me - even though it’s been years since last seeing each other. Can also tell by the toothy smile beaming underneath his fake white beard and mustache that he’s horny as a devil.

  “Ho ho ho, little girls. Come right on up and have a seat on Santa’s lap. That’s right, don’t be shy,” arms flung out wide. Chad doesn’t have the regulation Santa pot belly. But, he’s so huge and bulky that he pulls it off superbly - having played offensive guard on his college football team, I think he tops three hundred pounds easily. As we step up to him, his tremendous size is a little intimidating. His thighs are as big as park benches. I guide Nancy over and sit her down on his right leg and then park my own tiny ass on his left, draping my arm around his massive neck for support. It’s like sitting on a hippo, he’s so huge. I nudge Nancy’s foot, getting her to do the same with her left arm. Getting Santa’s attention, I hike up my skirt, giving him a discrete peek at my baldy.

  “Whew, it’s getting hot in here,” flipping the tail of his long white beard. “And, what can Santa bring you sweet young things for Christmas,” drool collecting on his white whiskers. Sexual longing creeps up my spine, making my hips squirm. I grind my ass down onto Santa’s leg. The friction heats up my pussy as it rubs against the smooth red velvet of his Santa pants. I hope I leave a stain.

  “Why don’t you go first, Nancy,” winking and mouthing the words, “Tell him you want a man.” She nods nervously and demurely looks at Santa.

  “Well, Santa,” she begins, sounding very thoughtful. “I don’t quite know how to put this delicately but, I have certain unfulfilled female needs that I think it’s time to take care of….”

  “O.M.G.” I lean over to Santa’s ear and purr, “What my friend is trying to say is that she’s desperately in need of a huge hunk of man meat to fill her needy pussy,” tonging his ear and scooting my hips further up along his thigh, grinding my shin into his crotch. I feel him grow stiff. He must be enormous - maybe even as big as my calf itself. I’m not sure he’ll fit inside Nancy. But, too late to back out now. “She needs it right now, right here. And, if you have enough manhood for two, I’m feeling a bit needy, myself.”

  “Ho… mm-ugh,” clearing his throat. “Ho ho ho. That’s a stiff order. And, it looks like you’ve been naughty little girls….”

  “You don’t know the half of it, Santa.”

  “I think I have just what you need.”

  Nancy is literally hiding her face in her hands. Parents are gasping in disgust.

  “Excuse me,” photographer elf says. “Would you two like your pictures take with Santa?”

  “Love to,” I pry Nancy’s hands away from her face and we both kiss Santa’s cheeks, holding still for the shot. “Tell them you need a break,” I whisper. “We need you. We need your throbbing north pole inside our aching pussies.”

  The elf clicks the shutter plunger. “Okay, got it,” he says.

  “Next,” usher elf shouts. Nancy and I climb off Santa’s lap.

  “Ha ha ha ha,” I laugh, pointing at the huge wet spot on his leg where I’d been sitting. Nancy cracks up, the first sign that she may be getting over her shyness.

  “Ho, ho, hold it just a minute, Mr. Elf,” Santa says. “Santa has to go feed his reindeer.” He places a “Santa will be right back,” sign on the chair. A collective “Awww,” escapes the lips of the waiting kids. The elf tries to pacify them by handing out candy, occupying their attention while Santa sneaks us back into his shack and closes the door.

  “Help me get his pants down, Nancy,” not wasting a minute. We’re on our knees unbuckling his huge black leather belt. As soon as his red velvet pants hit the floor out pops would could easily be mistaken for a horse’s dick. Nancy is awestruck by its size - staring dumb with wonder. “Watch how this is done, my dear,” grabbing it around its base with one fist and clutching his low hanging nut sack with the other, I glide my tongue all the way up and down along his long thick pole. I tongue-tease his head and then go down on him, bobbing my head, progressively going deeper and deeper, all the way.

  “Ohhh,” Santa groans, petting my reindeer antlers.

  After a minute, I pull up, “Mmm, Santa tastes like candy canes,” wiping the drool from my lips and pointing his love stick in Nancy’s face. “Want a taste?”
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  “Can I?”

  “Just do it, babe,” guiding it into her mouth. Inexperienced, she gags, spitting all over Santa’s pants. “Relax and breath through your nose babe. Let’s try it again, slowly, up and down on it. There you go. Now, while your enjoying his candy cane, lift your ass up for me. Want to get you good and ready for him.” Nancy stands, bent at the waist, as I move around behind her. Her asshole is sweaty and tastes like honeysuckle and garlic. Really gets me off. Her pussy is drenched. I tongue it, delving into her sweet little folds. She squirms with pleasure, wiggling her hips in my face. Work a finger inside her, she’s very tight. Squeeze two in, getting her loosened up a while. “Santa, I think she’s ready for her present,” I say, moving back around and pulling her greedy lips off his rod.

  “Ohh, Holly, I’ve never loved the taste of anything so much in my life. Why’d you stop me.”

  “Time for your main course. Here, stand up and grab the window sill.” There’s a small plastic four-paned frosted window in the side of the shack. Through it you can see all the pretty decorations and all the Christmas shoppers carrying their bags of gifts. As Nancy enjoys the sight, Santa moves around behind her, probing her tiny slit with his huge wand.

  “Uh uh, ah, ah,” Nancy starts screaming, pain creasing her round face, tears trickling from her wincing eyes.

  “Sh, sh, sh, sh,” you’re okay, you’re doing good,” kissing her chubby cheek.

  “Oh, God, she’s tight,” Santa groans as he plunders her and slowly starts thrusting.

  “Easy on her, Santa, she’s a virgin.”

  “God, no shit, Ahh, you feel good, baby,” pumping her with more force. The wall of the cheep little prop shack is shaking. I’m afraid the whole thing will collapse leaving us fucking in plain sight of all those shoppers. “Easy, Santa, easy.” I feel Nancy’s muscles tremble.

  “Ahhh, ahhh,”

  “Santa, quick, toss me your hat.” He pulls it off. I grab it from him and stuff it into Nancy’s screaming mouth just as I see a few shopper’s heads turn and look this way. She’s panting heavily. Her limbs are jelly. “I believe, she’s done,” smiling up at Santa. He’s not done, though. “Pull out, I’ll finish you off.” I lay Nancy down on the carpeted floor, she curls up - muscles still convulsing, and I take her place at the window.

  I’m wet and ready as Santa plunges his huge head deep inside my cunt and resumes his hard thrusts. My walls clench him like a velvet glove igniting a fire that rages through every nerve in my body. The multi-colored lights outside the window blur and swirl into a bright holiday whirlpool of greens, reds, silver and gold.

  “Fuck me, Santa, fuck me hard.” Hes grunting and snorting, my long hair grasped in his fist, pulling it fiercely back, drawing my face up. He’s riding me like I’m a lone reindeer pulling his sleigh. He pounds me harder into the thin shack wall, delivering all his packages.

  “Agh, fuck!” he shouts, filling me with his seed.

  “Yes, Santa, Ahhh,” the thin shack wall wavers, teeters and then, the whole shitty shack collapses over the three of us - burying us in cardboard and Styrofoam. Santa’s cum is seeping from my pussy as the elves and shoppers rush over. I’m laughing my ass off, seeing Chad frantically try to pull on his pants and buckle his belt.

  “You look ridiculous, Chad,” I say, kissing him.

  “Sis, fuck, you knew it was me all the time?”

  “Course I did, you dufus. That was one of the best Christmas fucks I’ve ever had.”

  “Ha ha, like your style, sis.”

  “One problem, though….”

  “What’s that?”

  “Can’t decide who’s better - you or dad,” playfully slapping his huge shoulder. “Hey Nancy, you alright?” She’s just popped her head up out of the debris, a faraway look of bliss in her eyes.

  “Thank you, Santa. Christmas wishes do come true.”

  I laugh, kiss her and hug her dearly as the two elves lift the collapsed shack wall off and help us to our feet.

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  Jacked in the Box

  Wicked Stepdad: JT Books 4 - 6

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