Chapter 6: Santa’s Ho Ho Hos

The only light in the Smith family’s cozy living room came from a couple of slowly melting candles and the warm glow of the Christmas tree in the far corner. Presents covered in gaudy wrapping paper and curly bows hunched under its green boughs, but there was still plenty of room among them for Santa’s presumed visit. A porcelain plate laden with soft, homemade chocolate chip cookies rested on the wooden coffee table next to a tall glass of milk, expected to entice the jolly Christmas elf on this way through. From the large couch in the middle of the room sounded the soft breathing of two sleeping teenagers, clad only in their nighties. The two girls, one light and one dark, slept peacefully, their hair in pigtails and their limbs sprawled across the old sofa. Two little doubters, who failed to stay awake during their vigil to expose Santa’s true identity.

Then, a soft creak split the silence and was soon followed by another. Large and dark as night, a massive silhouette made its way into the room, hunched over and with a large object on its back. The mysterious figure made it as far as the cookies and milk before stopping and straightening up. The large object, at closer range identifiable as a bag, was lowered to the floor where it settled in a pile.

“Ho ho ho,” whispered the stranger softly. “The Smiths are generous ... maybe there’ll be a little extra in their stocking this year!” One of the large cookies disappeared into the bearded face of a large man dressed in red. He didn’t notice the nubile, half-naked bodies on the couch behind him until a soft snort broke the silence. The milk in his mouth just barely made it down his throat instead of out his mouth and nose as he jumped. He turned slowly around and spied the prone girls on the couch.

“Well, ho ho ho,” whispered Santa again. “What have we here? This beats cookies any day of the week!” Young bodies fascinated him, called to him. Especially beautiful ones like these. His gaze traveled across their delightful curves and blemish-free skin. There was no helping it. They were sleeping heavily, and he needed to touch.

Gently, the large man put his hand on the blonde girl’s creamy thigh. She lay on her left side, clutching a cushion in her hands. She breathed softly through her barely open mouth. Santa didn’t fail to notice the sexy, red lipstick or the way her full breasts pressed against the tight fabric. The pink nightie was bunched up around her waist, leaving her white cotton panties and firm midriff in the open.

Convinced the young girl was dead to the world, the large elf let his hand travel along her smooth skin, up the back of her thigh until he was cupping a cheek. He fondled it slowly and carefully, afraid to disturb the sleeping girl. When she didn’t seem to stir, he took a chance and slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties, reveling in the feel of bare teenage skin. Her pert ass was soft under his fingers.

Suddenly, the young blonde stirred. She stretched in her sleep and then rolled onto her back. Barely managing to withdraw his hand before it was trapped, Santa jumped back. In front of him, the girl’s legs spread as she rolled to reveal her panty-covered crotch.

“Must be having quite some dreams,” thought Santa when he noticed a dark patch of moisture on the white cotton that covered her naughty bits.

A quiet snore to his right diverted the jolly elf’s attention to the Asian girl. She was sprawled on her back in a most unladylike fashion. Wide open, her mouth let escape soft snores. Curious if she slept as deeply as her friend, Santa extended a shaking hand to place it carefully on her soft thigh. There was no reaction so he slid his hand up, caressing the soft skin and pulling along the hem of her nightie in the process. When a bare pussy with a little tuft of black hair above it greeted him, he couldn’t believe his luck. His hand darted in immediately, dexterous fingers exploring the soft folds. Judging by the wetness, these girls dreamed the same kind of dreams.

Looking carefully at her face, Santa eased his finger into her. Her pussy was tight around it. As he slid the long digit evenly back and forth, her soft breathing seemed to quicken, but there were no signs of her wakening. Braver and braver, he continued his stroking motions enthusiastically, and the still of the night was broken by soft squishing noises.

Amazed by how deeply the girls appeared to be sleeping, Santa was soon getting new ideas. Standing up, he unbuttoned his flowing red pants. They dropped to his ankles, his large and erect cock standing up at full mast. He skimmed his hand up and down his rigid member a few times before kneeling on the floor in front of the black-haired girl. Very gently, he reached around her thighs to tenderly grab her waist and pull her ass to the edge of the couch. He placed the head of his quivering cock at her entrance and waited. When she still didn’t react, he pushed gently, watching the red shaft slowly disappear into the young girl. When he was fully embedded, the naughty Christmas elf let out a deep sigh.

His cock was throbbing in the teenager, her warm cunt tight around him. He could feel her body contract with each breath of air that she took. Reveling in the soft moistness, Santa couldn’t help but start stroking, all the while keeping a careful eye on her face. It was beautiful to watch. As he slid in and out, he admired the pert nose and her exotic coloring. Her long pigtails were draped across her shoulders, the hair spilling out across her chest. It was difficult to keep his pacing slow and gentle when all he really wanted was to grab her narrow waist and pound into her like an animal.

The slow fuck was heavenly, but time was getting short. Santa had a long list of kids that still needed their presents, and could only dally for so long, no matter how marvelous the feeling. Reluctantly, he pulled out with a squish and wrapped his hand around his slick cock, stroking to finish himself off.

Looking over the two girls, the blonde’s half-open mouth caught his eye. Maybe he could ... Santa delayed only a second before climbing carefully onto the couch, balancing precariously on the soft cushions. Straddling the sleeping girl, he lowered himself until the head of his cock was pointing straight at her face. The strain on his legs was agony, but he took a deep breath and pushed his hips forward until he felt the soft skin of her lips. Her breath was warm on his cock, slithering by every few seconds. Each time was like a hot and humid caress.

He waited to see if she was going to react. When he saw no signs of stirring, he flexed and pushed forward, watching his rigid member force her lips apart. He dared not go too deep, lest he wake her by choking her, but as it was he could stroke the head in and out. Technically, it may not have been a blowjob up to Mrs. Claus’s standards, but the view of his cock sliding in and out of the blonde’s sleeping face was magnificent. It was a challenge for him to keep quiet, not to mention standing on the cushions without falling over.