thought of strangulation . . . minor pleasures were my territory. I
was the solitary snowflake to Betty’s field of snowmen.
So
I sucked on Santa’s scabby toes. The gray cheese between those toes was more than
I expected, but I accepted it gratefully. I tried to quell my jealousy of
Betty, for without her I would not even have Santa’s toe cheese. I sucked on
the toes harder, tonguing beneath the nails more vigorously, yet nothing could
ease the feeling of betrayal.
Maybe
it had all been an act. Maybe Betty had always been waiting for the time when
she could prove her superiority over me, waiting to dominate me, as she had
dominated Biff. I felt suddenly disgusted.
If
that were the case, then she would have to try harder. I was resolved to prove
to her, by the time we left Santa’s, that she needed me as much as, and perhaps
even more than, I needed her.
For
the moment, I closed my eyes and focused on sucking toes, until Santa let out
an ecstatic wail and a tremor shivered down to his feet. I lifted my eyes and
witnessed a fountain of sperm billow out of Betty’s mouth. She was a glorious
fountain. I wondered how it felt, a cock rubbing against your lungs and making
your neck bulge out like a walrus’s. When she caught me staring, Betty winked
at me.
After
the sexual encounter in the kitchen, Santa served us milk and snickerdoodle
cookies in the room where I’d awoken. We sat around the fire, Santa and Betty
glowing, and me, picking smelly toe grout from between my teeth. I asked them
about the cookie dough smeared on my pussy.
“I’d
planned to eat you out after you woke up, let you marinate a little,” Santa
said, “but your sister didn’t want to wait. She overtook me and, being the
gentleman that I am, I couldn’t deny her a ride on the jolly stick.” That’s
what Santa called his penis. The jolly stick. “I’d go down on you now if your
sister hadn’t sucked the last ounce of sexual energy from my enormous cock.
Thanks for the toe kisses, though. They were sweet.”
I
took a long drink of milk to hide my disgust.
“What
about your sister fetish?” Betty asked. “Wouldn’t you still like to fuck both
of us? Mabel and I have always fantasized about double-teaming you. It’s a
shame that my urges overcame me and we couldn’t share you tonight, but Mabel
likes big cocks too. Don’t you, Mabel?”
I
choked on the milk. Santa laughed, spraying cookie crumbs across the room. The
cookie dough covering my crotch had grown crusty, and I was beginning to believe
that this really was an elaborate plot of Betty’s, meant to subdue and
humiliate me.
Santa
dipped two cookies in his milk and shoved both in his mouth at once. “You,” he
said to Betty, talking while he chewed, “are the greatest thing the jolly stick
has ever plunged. Given the chance to fuck all the sisters in the world at
once, any time I wanted, I would turn it down just to lay with you a single
time. Unless your sister is as good as you, I don’t think the jolly stick will
feel inclined to plunge another pussy again. You have set my loins, and thus my
heart, on fire. I’ll be placing a call to Mrs. Claus in the morning to request
that she never return from
Nepal
.
You and I are to be married, sweet elf.”
“Won’t
there be outrage over you leaving Mrs. Claus to marry an elf?” Betty asked, her
eyes wide and reflective.
“Mrs.
Claus was infertile. I’m an old man and if I don’t impregnate something soon,
my lineage will be lost forever. You’ll bear me children, won’t you, sweet
elf?”
“It
would be my honor,” Betty said, “but I have one request.”
“And
what is that?”
“I
want my sister to live with us. She’s a wonderful cook. I’m sure she’d love
nothing more than to be Santa’s little chef, isn’t that right sis?”
Rage
boiled up within me. I tried to focus on the crusty toes tapping on the thick
rug. The toes I had just sucked clean while my sister received the largest dick
we’d ever
was the solitary snowflake to Betty’s field of snowmen.
So
I sucked on Santa’s scabby toes. The gray cheese between those toes was more than
I expected, but I accepted it gratefully. I tried to quell my jealousy of
Betty, for without her I would not even have Santa’s toe cheese. I sucked on
the toes harder, tonguing beneath the nails more vigorously, yet nothing could
ease the feeling of betrayal.
Maybe
it had all been an act. Maybe Betty had always been waiting for the time when
she could prove her superiority over me, waiting to dominate me, as she had
dominated Biff. I felt suddenly disgusted.
If
that were the case, then she would have to try harder. I was resolved to prove
to her, by the time we left Santa’s, that she needed me as much as, and perhaps
even more than, I needed her.
For
the moment, I closed my eyes and focused on sucking toes, until Santa let out
an ecstatic wail and a tremor shivered down to his feet. I lifted my eyes and
witnessed a fountain of sperm billow out of Betty’s mouth. She was a glorious
fountain. I wondered how it felt, a cock rubbing against your lungs and making
your neck bulge out like a walrus’s. When she caught me staring, Betty winked
at me.
After
the sexual encounter in the kitchen, Santa served us milk and snickerdoodle
cookies in the room where I’d awoken. We sat around the fire, Santa and Betty
glowing, and me, picking smelly toe grout from between my teeth. I asked them
about the cookie dough smeared on my pussy.
“I’d
planned to eat you out after you woke up, let you marinate a little,” Santa
said, “but your sister didn’t want to wait. She overtook me and, being the
gentleman that I am, I couldn’t deny her a ride on the jolly stick.” That’s
what Santa called his penis. The jolly stick. “I’d go down on you now if your
sister hadn’t sucked the last ounce of sexual energy from my enormous cock.
Thanks for the toe kisses, though. They were sweet.”
I
took a long drink of milk to hide my disgust.
“What
about your sister fetish?” Betty asked. “Wouldn’t you still like to fuck both
of us? Mabel and I have always fantasized about double-teaming you. It’s a
shame that my urges overcame me and we couldn’t share you tonight, but Mabel
likes big cocks too. Don’t you, Mabel?”
I
choked on the milk. Santa laughed, spraying cookie crumbs across the room. The
cookie dough covering my crotch had grown crusty, and I was beginning to believe
that this really was an elaborate plot of Betty’s, meant to subdue and
humiliate me.
Santa
dipped two cookies in his milk and shoved both in his mouth at once. “You,” he
said to Betty, talking while he chewed, “are the greatest thing the jolly stick
has ever plunged. Given the chance to fuck all the sisters in the world at
once, any time I wanted, I would turn it down just to lay with you a single
time. Unless your sister is as good as you, I don’t think the jolly stick will
feel inclined to plunge another pussy again. You have set my loins, and thus my
heart, on fire. I’ll be placing a call to Mrs. Claus in the morning to request
that she never return from
Nepal
.
You and I are to be married, sweet elf.”
“Won’t
there be outrage over you leaving Mrs. Claus to marry an elf?” Betty asked, her
eyes wide and reflective.
“Mrs.
Claus was infertile. I’m an old man and if I don’t impregnate something soon,
my lineage will be lost forever. You’ll bear me children, won’t you, sweet
elf?”
“It
would be my honor,” Betty said, “but I have one request.”
“And
what is that?”
“I
want my sister to live with us. She’s a wonderful cook. I’m sure she’d love
nothing more than to be Santa’s little chef, isn’t that right sis?”
Rage
boiled up within me. I tried to focus on the crusty toes tapping on the thick
rug. The toes I had just sucked clean while my sister received the largest dick
we’d ever
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