Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2021 19:13:57 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Christmas Comes But Once A Year - complete short story A little bit of Christmas filth to keep you going. This story contains M/b, M/f, F/f, F/b, b/f. Also spanking, anal, oral, and nipple play. Why not make a donation to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? I can be reached at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com for comments, feedback, or a chat. --------- Christmas was the busiest time of year for Santa Claus. When it was over -- once the last dawn rose over the last country on his list -- the reindeer carried him, his sleigh, and his depleted sack back to the North Pole. He ate a huge feast lovingly prepared by Mrs Claus, made merry with his hard-working elves, then slept for a whole day and night. This allowed him to replenish a depleted sack of another kind. During most of the year, there was no time for sex. Santa attended meeting after meeting, deciding which presents were going to be hits the next Christmas, overseeing his elves. The Naughty/Nice was constantly being updated. When they said `Christmas comes but once a year', they won't joking -- but what very few people knew was that the `once a year' consisted of the whole week immediately after the Big Day. When he woke, he was always randy and ready to bust his nut in the first available hole, and he would keep on going until the clock struck twelve on New Year's Eve. Santa and Mrs Claus had a family, a son. Opportunities for sex in the North Pole were, while ample, somewhat samey after the first few hundred years: - his parents, the reindeer, and hedonistic orgies with the elves. But the life of a semi-mythical being wasn't for him. He moved away; got married; had children. One thing he did take with him, however, was a love of family sex. So now -- in that hectic, lust-raddled week that marked the end of the old year -- Santa's grandchildren came for their annual gangbang. Santa finished the last of his port, set the glass down on the table beside him, and settled further into his wingback seat. Thumbs hooked in his braces, he looked at the small, eager faces of his grandchildren. Timothy was 14, with thick dark hair and rich brown eyes. Meghan was 13 and had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a pointed chin. Donovan, the youngest at 10, had a mop of curly brown hair, freckles, and lightly tanned skin. "Is it time, Grampa?" Timothy asked. "Time for your special presents?" Santa stroked his enormous white beard with one hand. "Yes, I believe so." Mrs Claus bustled in from the kitchen, untying her apron and draping it over the back of a chair. "But they've been naughty little children this year," she said, looking at them one by one. "And you know what naughty children get." "Spanked bottoms," Santa said happily, getting to his feet. "Timothy, we'll start with you. Drop your trousers and get over my lap." While Mrs Claus settled down in her armchair with a pile of knitting, Timothy stepped up to his grandfather. He was quick to push his trousers and pants down. His erection (a good size for a boy his age) bobbed against his stomach. He bent over his grandfather's lap, arms stretched out, his round bubble bottom exposed. Santa felt the boy's dick press against his thigh. "I swear, you get sexier every year," he growled, bringing his big hand down on the boy's arse. Timothy flinched but didn't cry. Another hard slap, followed by another and another, finally had him yelping. Santa rubbed Timothy's smooth skin, enjoying the pink flush he'd created. He'd been hard since before the children had arrived, and now his own cock was throbbing. He spent the next few minutes spanking his eldest grandson until the boy's cheeks were red. Timothy cried out with each blow and whimpered through the last slaps, jumping and twitching, trying to cover his bottom. Santa just pushed his hands away. When he was done, he beckoned to Meghan. The little girl skipped over to him, flipped her skirt up and pulled her knickers down. Santa proceeded to deck her halls as he had her big brother, delighting in the way she squirmed against him. Moisture already glinted on her smooth, perfect pussy lips. He let her go -- watching her rub her sore behind as she sniffled -- and hoisted the youngest over his lap. At just 10 years old, Donovan still bore traces of puppy fat, and his bottom was beautifully plump. Santa spanked him pink, then parted his cheeks with one big hand, letting his finger gently tease over the little boy's still-virgin hole. His father hadn't fucked him yet. Not quite old enough to take a cock. "There we go," he said, hooking his thumbs into his braces again. "Three freshly spanked bottoms. Nice and rosy. Go and play with your Grandma for a bit, I want to watch." The children crowded around her chair. She set her knitting aside and looked at their smiling faces. "Now, where shall I begin?" she asked. "Oh, what am I saying. I want all three of you at once, of course, you're so scrumptious I could eat you all up." They giggled. Under her direction they stripped off their clothes (and after a single sharp slap on Timothy's poor red bottom, folded them) then stood before her once again. She'd unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing massive, bare breasts, with huge pink nipples. As they watched -- the boys slowly stroking their little erections -- she pulled her skirt up around her waist, spread her meaty thighs, and scooted forward so that her broad bottom rested on the edge of the chair. No knickers. Just a thick, silver-white bush of hair; fat lips; an oversize clit. Her pussy was already wet. "Meghan, my love," she said, tugging the girl closer. "Watching you all get a good spanking was terribly arousing. Lick my pussy, darling, and then I want your hand inside me." Meghan squirmed, squeezing he legs together to try to ease the throbbing pressure on her little clit. She knelt between her Grandma's spread legs. The older woman pulled her huge breasts free of the dress and gently squeezed them. "You boys." She nodded to Timothy and Donovan. "Take a tit each. Good hard sucks, now, as if you're trying to milk me." "Can you still make milk?" Donovan asked. "Oh, my sweet love." She laughed. "Not for a long time now. Even your mother won't make any more milk unless she has another baby." She squeezed her breasts, pinching each large nipple. The boys wasted no time, moving to stand on either side of her chair. They leaned forward, small hands holding a breast each, hands fastening over each teat. Mrs Claus shivered, her hands moving to stroke their soft, silky heads. "Good boys," she sighed, letting her head drop back. "Suck on Grandma's nips, there we go." Meghan, meanwhile, between her grandmother's legs, had lowered her mouth onto her fat pussy mound. She was fascinated by the woman's silver-white pubic hair. She had to use both hands to ease her pussy lips fully apart, but as soon as she found her clit, she fastened her mouth around it and suckled as if it was another nipple. "Good girl." Mrs Claus's voice was already breathless and short. "That's it... suck my clit, such a good girl..." Meghan pulled her head back to get a good view of her handywork. Grandma's pussy was wet and twitching. She licked the juices off her lips. "Get your hand in there and fist me, you dirty girl." Mrs Claus's voice deepened, became rougher, as the two boys sucked and bit at her nipples. "Give me your fist and fuck me." Meghan slid her fingers along her Grandma's wet slit. She pushed two fingers inside. They virtually disappeared as Mrs Claus's hungry cunt ate them up. She added a third and fourth, tucked her thumb into her palm, and slowly pushed her whole hand into her grandmother's drenched pussy. "Deeper," the older woman grunted. Meghan slowly pushed her hand in to the wrist. Mrs Claus was making soft grunting noises as each inch slid in. Deeper still, and now Meghan's whole arm was in almost to the elbow. "Give it to me," Mrs Claus growled. "Fuck me! Punch my pussy, Meghan, do it!" Meghan was fascinated by the way her grandmother's hole stretched around her arm. She moved it in and out, loving the sounds she made, the way her hips started to buck. By now Mrs Claus had stopped stroking the boys' hair in favour of grabbing them by it, mashing their small faces against her massive boobs. Meghan watched them, watched the way their mouths worked over their Grandma's nipples, watched the way her hand and arm punched in and out. Mrs Claus was moaning by now, obscenities dripping out of her mouth. "Fuck me, girl... give me your fist... fuck Grandma, ungh, my darling, that's so fucking good... suck my nipples, two little boys sucking Granny's nips... oh God yes, bite me, bite me sweetheart..." Meghan felt the sudden sharp, rhythmic contractions that signalled she was about to cum. Her hips were bucking wildly now, her whole body trembling, smothering the boys against her tits. Her filthy talk had faded into grunts and groans. Her arm and shoulder was getting tired, but she didn't stop, determined to make her Grandma cum. Mrs Claus shuddered one last time, hips arching off the chair, a single fractured cry escaping her lips. Finally she slumped back in to the chair, panting and gasping for breath. "Such good children," she sighed. "That was splendid. Well done." Meghan pulled her arm out. It was covered in Grandma's juices; thick, white, and sticky. She licked her fingers, entranced by the strong taste, and quickly started sucking them. When her brothers joined her -- small tongues flicking over her skin -- she giggled, and kept giggling until her arm and hand was clean. "Get your little bottoms over here," Santa boomed. When the three children turned their attention back to him, he'd pulled his massive 10-inch cock out of his scarlet trousers and was slowly stroking it up and down. It stuck up, angry and red, from a dense patch of white pubic hair. "Donovan, my dear boy, you're too little to fuck. But one of you other two are getting railed. I'll let you decide who." "Me!" Timothy said immediately. His prick was still hard. "No way. I want Grampa to fuck me!" Meghan shot back. "You got to fist Grandma!" The two bickered back and forth, until at last they reached agreement: - Grampa would fuck Timothy, but only if Meghan could sit on her brother's face. Timothy's eyes lit up at that suggestion. He loved licking pussy. "What about me?" Donovan whined. "Go sit on your Grandma's lap," Santa said, winking at his wife. "I'm sure she'll give you something nice." "Yippee!" The 10-year-old scampered back over to his grandmother. She'd lowered her skirt but her huge tits were still exposed. With a little manoeuvring, she got him on his back, laying like a baby in the crook of her arm. He immediately went back to nursing on her hard, reddened nipple. "Right, you two," Santa said to the others in a mock-stern tone of voice. "Get down on the rug. A nice fuck in front of the fire." He pointed to the thick, fluffy rug. It looked invitingly soft. He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, then handed it to his granddaughter. "Get us ready." Timothy lowered himself to the rug, laying down on his back. His cock stood straight up. Meghan moved in between his legs, briefly tweaking his erection, laughing as he yelped. She squeezed a generous measure of lube onto her fingers. Timothy helpfully lifted his legs and spread his cheeks. Meghan eased her slick fingers inside her big brother's tight hole, marvelling at how his muscles flexed. Much tighter than Grandma's pussy, even with her whole arm up there. Timothy moaned and slowly wanked his dick as Meghan fingered him. She squeezed out a similar amount onto Grandpa's hefty cock as he stepped closer. She couldn't quite get her fingers around his girth. "Good girl," he said. "Stroke my dick there, get it all nice and shiny." A tiny drop of pre-cum beaded the tip of his cock. She ran her palm over the head, making him shudder, then put the lube down and wiped her hand on Timothy's thigh. Santa knelt on the thick rug, positioning himself between his grandson's already raised and spread legs. The boy looked delicious -- smooth, pale skin; tiny boy-nips; straining cock. Eyes wide and waiting, mouth slightly parted. Santa spread the boy's legs further and draped them over his beefy shoulders. He moved in closer, lined up his cock with Timothy's tiny puckered hole, and began to push slowly inside. "Grandpa, it hurts," the boy whined. "Push out," Santa barked. "You've had this cock before, you can take it." "You're so big!" His face and upper chest were flushed. "It hurts!" "Almost there." Santa reached out and gently clasped the boy's dick, slowly jerking him to take his mind off the pain. Timothy began to relax. Santa pushed further in, stopping only when he felt his heavy balls press against the boy's bottom. He liked the way his big, round belly covered Timothy's stomach, making him seem much smaller and younger than he was. "I'm -- I'm ready now," Timothy gulped, his hands splayed over Santa's belly. "Good. Meghan, sit on his face." The girl carefully knelt over her brother, knees on either side of his head, facing her grandfather. She lowered her hairless muff down and pressed it over Timothy's face. Immediately he started lapping at her clit and driving his tongue into her tight hole. She squealed. "That feels so good!" Santa grinned. "It'll feel even better when he makes you cum." He reached out with one hand, cupping the slight swell of her developing breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. Then he pinched it, making her squeal again. Santa started fucking his oldest grandson, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. It was a hard fuck right from the start, making the boy moan and yelp against his little sister's pussy. He felt the shape of Timothy's cock pressing against his belly, aware that each slide in and out of the obscenely tight arsehole would be putting friction on the boy's dick. "Good boy," he panted. "Taking Grampa's 10 inches. Santa's got a special present for this good boy... ungh... so fucking tight. You're a wild little slut." Meghan was still squealing and writhing on her brother's face, grinding against his tongue. Santa leaned forward and curled his big hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close for a deep, rough kiss. Sucking the little girl's tongue. It was wet and sloppy. He briefly ducked his head and sucked at her puffy nipple, setting his teeth against it until she whimpered. He slammed his massive cock into his grandson's hole again and again, pounding that round little butt. It clamped his dick like a vice. Santa worked him, harder and faster, making him almost yell against his sister's pussy with the force of his fucking. Eventually -- with a deep, primal bellow -- he came, shooting spurt after spurt of thick white cum into the boy's arse. Timothy came a few seconds later, whimpering and shaking as his grandfather's belly stimulated his dick, and Santa's massive cock drove over his prostate again and again. Jizz splurted over his stomach and his grandfather's belly, smearing between them in a hot, sticky mess. Meghan was the last to cum, shuddering and jerking as Timothy sucked her clit. She came so hard she felt something wet squirting out across his face. "Fuck me," Santa laughed. "Looks like your little sister's a squirter, boy. Meghan -- clean us up." Still shaky from her powerful orgasm, the girl set about licking her own juices off Timothy's face, pausing to give him a deep, slow kiss. When she was done, she lapped all the cum from his stomach, cock, and balls, then crouched low to lap the cream-pie from her brother's hole. She felt Santa's hand briefly caress her arse and wriggled back against his touch. Meanwhile Mrs Claus, who was watching her husband fuck her grandchildren with hawk-like intensity, was busy molesting the little boy in her lap. She held him in the crook of her arm like a baby, his slight body turned toward hers as he nursed at one ample tit, his hand jerking his tiny rock-hard penis. She stroked his bottom, making soft, cooing noises as he sucked her nipple. She reached for a bottle of lube on the occasional table beside her, pressing the plunger with her fingers and angling her palm around to catch a generous dollop of the cool, silky substance. She massaged it between her fingers, then slid her hand in between Donovan's pert cheeks. She found his tiny puckered hole and teased it with her slick finger, rubbing it, making him squirm against her. She pushed the tip of her finger against his hole and slowly worked it inside him. He was so very tight. She curled her finger around, exploring until his soft, excited squeal told her she'd found his prostate. She eased another finger inside the 10-year-old's bum, loving the tight constriction. The way he squealed against her nipple as she rubbed that tender spot inside him. She fucked him slowly at first, then faster, holding him as he trembled and shook. His little hand was a blur over his tiny dick. Finally he cried out, his body arching in a powerful dry orgasm. Then he slumped down against her. "Good boy," she crooned, pulling her fingers out and wiping them on a nearby cloth. "That felt good, didn't it?" "That was amazing, Grandma." His soft, sleepy sigh was full of contentment. He curled up more fully in her lap, nestling against her massive breast. She kissed his forehead. "Take a nap, darling. It will be dinner time soon. And after that, well, we've got a whole week ahead of us."