Santa Claus Is Cumming

Believe it or not, I had a hard time sleeping. Every time I closed my
eyes the memory of what I’d seen played like an endless loop. Finally,
I grabbed my cock and started abusing it like I’d caught it breaking
into my house. After blowing a wad into a hand towel, I slept like a
stone.

I got to the mall and went into the Santa Shack. Now might be a good
time to describe Santa’s Magic Kingdom. Since it’s a regional mall
and draws shoppers from about a hundred-mile radius, they put a lot of
time and space into Santa’s domicile. It’s a big rectangular area in
the middle of the mall concourse, surrounded by a white picket fence.
A sign with the cutest little set of clock hands you’ve ever seen
announces when Santa will be present. A little gate lets
elf-worshippers in when it’s time for the show and the black rope
guides them around in the familiar serpentine pattern. At one end of
the rectangle is an elevated platform. Santa’s chair/throne sits on
the platform, just in front of the Santa Shack. The Shack has ‘Santa’s
Living Room.’ The living room has two easy chairs crammed on either
side of a faux fireplace. It’s looks very whimsical unless you
notice that the door is steel and the windows sport steel roll-down
shutters. Behind the living room is a small changing area containing
an aluminum bench and four lockers. That’s where I put on the suit.
When I went in that day, a note was tucked into the locker.

“Meet me at the security office on your dinner break. B.”

Great. Now it would seem like dinner was never coming. I put on the
suit, fat pillow and all, and went out to the ‘living room’. I
stay in there until it’s magic time. Don’t want the little brats
bawling because they have to wait to see Santa. I had just settled in
when Jeremy and Taylor came in. They were my ‘elves.’ Jeremy was a
freshman on one of the local colleges. He was a theater and dance
major. Need I say more? Taylor was a senior in high school, a
slender, serious girl with white-blond hair and the face of an angel.
They always changed together, since the fact that Jeremy was as gay as
a Parisian debutante left him quite uninterested in Taylor’s perfect
little teardrop of an ass or those scrumptious B-cup titties (yes, I
had noticed them, thank you very much). For her part, Taylor was so
shy that I’d never heard her utter a word. I knew she had to talk to
the parents; I’d seen her lips move. I’d just never heard any
actual sound. Still, if I’d known a girl like her in high school, I
would have sported perma-wood. In fact, as I was thinking about
Taylor’s lithe body, Taffi walked by, butt-swaying her way to the
lingerie store. A lump started growing in my red velvet Santa pants.
I checked pedestrian traffic-light, and I still had twenty-five
minutes before my first appearance. I twisted around in the easy chair
and pushed aside a picture of “Mrs. Claus.” This action revealed
the neatest little peephole you ever did see. What, how did I know it
was there? I made it that’s how. I can sit quite comfortable and
see the changing area. Right now I got an eyeful. Jeremy was already
stripped down to the buff. His dancer’s physique rippled as he put
his clothes in his locker. His body was totally devoid of hair;
whether he shaved or waxed or what, I don’t know, but it made his
already substantial cock look even longer and springier. Taylor had
removed her shoes and jeans and now she pulled her sweatshirt over her
head, revealing matching blue floral panties and bra. Jeremy inspected
his tunic while Taylor pulled up her kelly-green tights. They made her
legs look even longer. She buttoned up her red tunic and settled the
little green hat on her silky platinum head. The red feather stuck up
at a jaunty angle. I could feel something else sticking up at a jaunty
angle. Jeremy was still bare-ass naked. He’d made several
double-entendres that made me think he wouldn’t be averse to a little
Santa-on-elf action. I was incredibly horny and it would be a long
time until dinner. Maybe now was the time to find out.

I knocked on the door. “Everybody decent?” I asked.

“No, but we’re dressed,” Jeremy called out. I opened the door.
Taylor stood with her hands folded, looking down at the floor. Jeremy
sat on the bench, nude, his cock dangling toward the floor.

“So I see,” I said. I turned to Taylor. “Could you give us a
minute?”

She nodded quickly and mutely and hurried out the door. I stepped
across the small room to stand in front of Jeremy. He glanced up at
me, then dropped his eyes to the front of my pants.

“Why Santa,” he said. “Is that a present for me?”

“I’m horny and I don’t think any parents want their kids talking
about how Santa had a boner when they were on his lap. I believe in
any port in a storm and elves are supposed to help Santa. How’s
about you help?”

Jeremy didn’t say a word. He just opened the Velcro fly on my pants
and fished out my erection. He went straight to his work, filling his
mouth with my turgid member and sliding it down until my balls touched
the dimple in his chin. I shivered; this kid was an all-world
cocksucker. He made a couple of passes up and down my cock and my eyes
were rolling back in my head when he pulled off and looked up at me.

“I can keep doing this,” he said, “but I’ve always had this
fantasy of Santa going up my chimney.”

“Hey, Santa makes wishes come true,” I said and began to undo my
belt.

“Please,” Jeremy said as he stood. “Leave the suit on.” He
turned and bent over, placing his hands flat on the bench and
presenting his asshole to me. His legs and buttocks were quite
sculpted and the absence of hair made it easy to ignore his maleness.
Well, except for the whole scrotum thing. Swinging balls are hard to
overlook. I shrugged and bent my knees, lining up the head of my cock
with his fudgehole. My member was still wet and sloppy from his
blowjob and it slipped easily past his sphincter. Well. Jeremy had a
loose asshole. Once I was in through the out door, I began pumping
away. Jeremy braced himself on the bench and pushed back toward me. I
reamed his fudge-tunnel until I heard a low gasp behind me. I glanced
over my shoulder. Taylor stood just inside the door, hand over her
mouth. Her eyes were huge, but the first thing that I noticed was that
she wasn’t running away.

“Taylor,” I said, “you’re welcome to watch… or join in, if
you want.” She looked at me, her eyes still huge and her face pale.
I almost shit my pants when she said, “What can I do?”

I thought fast. “Well, hey, um… Jeremy?” I said.

“Yeah?” he grunted, his voice strained.

“You got a hard-on?”

“Of course,” he gasped.

“Well, would you be offended if a girl sucked you off?”

“Right now,” he groaned, “you could beat me off with an orangutan
and I wouldn’t care.”

“Taylor,” I said over my shoulder, “scoot between my legs and
suck Jeremy’s cock.” I figured that would send her screaming down
the mall, but instead she dropped out of my sight and then I felt the
feather on her elf hat tickle my taint and balls as she slid between my
legs. She took Jeremy’s stiff meat in her mouth and after a rough
few seconds, we found a rhythm, with me driving. My downstroke forced
Jeremy’s cock down Taylor’s throat and my upstroke pulled him back.
The straight man, me, was reversing the gay guy’s mud flow while the
girl sucked the little fudge-packer’s dick. Maybe we should have
been celebrating Boxing Day.

The combination of Taylor’s mouth and my tubthumper’s stimulation
of his prostate proved too much for Jeremy. He groaned and his
starfish spasmed around my schlong as he dumped his load. Taylor
scurried away as he began to twitch and his semen splattered on the
floor. Sweaty and gasping, Jeremy hung onto the bench as I battered
his backdoor.

“What else can I do?” Taylor’s breath was warm on my ear. I did
not reply; I was focused on buggery. Taylor stood there for a moment,
licking her lips, then she undid my belt. Her slender hands undid my
pants and the red trousers dropped to my ankles, blousing over the
black boots. Taylor disappeared from my view, then spoke in my ear
again. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” Her hot breath
tickled my neck and then vanished. Seconds passed, then I felt cool
hands parting my asscheeks. I halted in my pounding as cool air
caressed my browneye, then I felt something tickle my bunghole. I
shivered. Taylor’s tongue was licking my asshole. I renewed my
thrust in Jeremy’s poop chute as Taylor probed my shitter with her
tongue.

Time stood still. My shaft was snugly in Jeremy’s back alley and
Taylor’s tongue was tickling my rectum. At last, I felt the tingling
growing in my balls that signaled orgasm. Remembering what Taylor had
said, I said, “Here it comes” and stepped back, pulling my swollen
pecker from Jeremy’s hershey highway. Taylor scooted between my legs
and took my cock directly from Jeremy’s ass into her mouth. She
sucked hard and I emptied the contents of my balls into her
eighteen-year-old mouth. I had a copious load and little rivulets
trickled out onto her chin. After I finished Taylor licked my dick
clean. Jeremy slumped over the bench, his ass in the air. As I pulled
up my pants I looked at Taylor. She flushed and looked down.

“Where,” I said, “did you learn to do that?”

“My dad has lots of porno,” she whispered. She looked up at me,
her face glowing and her eyes glittering. “That was so exciting. It
was so nasty.” She got to her feet. “My tights are wet.” I
reached out and placed my palm on her crotch. The green tights were
soaked. I started to remove my hand, but Taylor grabbed it and brought
it to her mouth. She began to lick my fingers. My jaw dropped. This
was silent Taylor who never made eye contact?

“I’ll do anything you want,” she said as she sucked my digits.
“Anything.”

I saw the clock. “We better get out there,” I said. “Jeremy, when you
can.” Jeremy groaned and waved a hand. As we turned toward the door,
I looked at Taylor and motioned to my chin. She looked at me, puzzled,
brought her hand to her chin, and felt the strings of cum that had
dribbled out. Her index finger scooped them into her mouth and she
swallowed.

Bert’s plan was going to have to be a doozy to beat this.