Here Cums Santa's Cock
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Cynthia and Katie troll local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun? Well, it is!! I wanted to end my first year as an erotic fiction author with a bang (over a dozen bangs, to be precise!). This involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial – there’s a lot going on!!! One chapter posted each week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
“I want to be Faye.”
“Oh, and that’s a winner! You’re not too infatuated with Freya, are you?” Cynthia sarcastically commented.
“Farah?”
“Just as infatuated. You can’t pick a name that starts with ‘F.’”
“But it’s a pretty name.”
“Farah sounds totally made up.” Cynthia thought for a minute. “How’s Gretchen?”
“That sounds German. I don’t look German.”
“Who cares?”
“It has to be believable.”
“The guys will be fucking me!”
“Shhh! People can hear you,” Katie said looking around the nearly empty restaurant.
“They’ll be balls deep in my cunt,” Cynthia continued, quieter. “They may be thinking about you and your sexy ass while they’re fucking me, but they certainly aren’t thinking about your name.”
“I want a pretty name.”
“I honestly don’t know why I put up with you.”
“Because I have a sexy ass.”
“Fuck you. And that was a swear word.”
“How about Isabella?”
“Perfect. That’s fine.” Cynthia stood up and gathered the trays. “Let’s go, Izzy.”
“Uh-uh. I don’t go by nicknames. It’s Isabella.”
Cynthia closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and silently counted to ten. She took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and opened her eyes. “Okay, Isabella, let’s go.”
Katie smiled sweetly and followed Cynthia out the door.
On the ride home, Katie took a turn onto the freeway.
“Where are we going?” Cynthia asked.
“We need a place. Unless you want to see if we can borrow the florist van for the week?”
“So, what’s the plan, Isabella the Pimp?”
“That motel that rents by the week.”
“Kind of sketchy, don’t you think?”
“You’re going to spend the week having sex with random men,” Katie pointed out. “We’ve left ‘sketchy’ way behind us.”
“This is still really weird,” Cynthia commented.
“Could I also point out that you are involved in a sexual relationship with me, another woman, and her husband?”
Cynthia frowned. “But Greek Alex was, like, a complete stranger. And then to find another stranger...?”
“Eleven more strangers,” Katie corrected her. “Besides, it was Santa! He’s not a stranger. He’s Santa!”
“Hmm,” Cynthia replied, still not completely convinced. They drove the next few miles in silence. As the sign for the motel came up on the right, Katie pulled in and parked the car.
Neither one got out.
“How about this?” Katie said, turning in the seat to face Cynthia. “You know Sully from the hardware store?”
“That big dope that’s always leering at us?”
“That’s the one.”
“What about him?” Cynthia asked.
“How about him as the next one? He’s not a stranger.”
“But we know him. That would be weird.”
Katie’s shoulder slumped. “So a stranger is weird, someone we know is weird – I’m starting to think that you don’t want to do this at all.”
“I don’t,” Cynthia stated.
“Come here,” Katie held out her arms and Cynthia leaned towards her. Nose-to-nose, Katie whispered, “Kiss me.” Cynthia gladly did.
As they fell back into their familiar role as lovers, Cynthia reached under Katie’s T-shirt and wriggled a couple of fingers under her bra. “Why don’t I take this off?” Katie offered, already reaching behind her to unclip the band. Her perky tits freed, Cynthia had unencumbered access to her nipples and the cute little piercings each one had.