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This is a work of fiction. If I happen to use the full legal name of your maternal grandmother, it is entirely coincidental — as far as you know. All characters engaging in Sex-play are 18 or older.

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–( Breaking and Entering )–

My Wife and I take part in a wide variety of service projects and charity work.

One such project happens every December.

There are a group of us who solicit names for families that might not have the kinds of Christmas mornings that we always endeavored to make sure our kids had.

Our kids are grown and gone now — so this is a chance for us to do some good — and vicariously get to see those little faces light up when they come down the stairs on Christmas morning.

Like I said, several of us work on this.

The wives mostly manage the information-gathering side of things. The guys throw on the Santa suit and make the deliveries.

Most situations have a “middle man” that we deal with — somebody with inside information — who gives us the details we need to go shopping — ages, sizes, favorite colors, hobbies, likes & dislikes, etc.

My Wife and I Love the shopping part — we do the same thing when a friend or relative has a new baby — it’s so much fun!

The “inside” person then communicates back to the family — who’s going to get a special visit from Santa — to let them know something is happening — and that they need to make sure everybody is “tucked away, snug & cozy” — and that the front/back/whatever door is left unlocked.

(I just don’t fit down the chimney like I used to — not to mention the dry-cleaning bills from the soot!)

The Santa suit is really just part of the fun — but — also required if they have surveillance cameras — and helps if somebody is in the middle of a snack-run when Santa pops in.

Sometimes we just have to wonder how things went. Most of the time, the insider has at least a few Facebook pictures they can share to let us know how we did.

The little ones are always blown away — that’s not too hard.

It’s kind of fun to see the facial expressions on some of the teens — though — when they know mom & dad were upstairs the whole time — and yet there’s a whole tree full of stuff that wasn’t there when they headed off to bed.

My Wife and I also try to get things for mom and dad that they would appreciate. They’re usually already pretty elated that the kids are getting stuff — but the feedback we’ve gotten from the “partners” is that they’re floored when they find Santa brought them something too.

.. and .. so it is that — at 11 o’clock on this Christmas eve — I’m retrieving the spare key from the oh-so-common hiding place, unlocking the front door, returning the key to its spot, and sneaking into the home of somebody who I only know through a few pictures and some sketchy background information ..

Down the hall — past the kitchen, bathroom, and guest room — and into the living room.

I eat the cookies, drink the milk, and head over to the tree with my bag — well two or three actually.

I’m preoccupied with my normal routine.

The hallway light is more than enough for me to be able to see to complete what I need to do and be on my way.

I’m just starting to arrange the presents under the tree when I hear, “Santa?”

I spin around to discover a cute young lady — looks to be about 20 — probably mid-way through college — curled up under a throw on the couch.

According to my fact-sheet, I’m in the wrong house!

There is no college student at the house I’m supposed to be at.

There are two mid-30 parents, a middle-school boy (Evan), and a grade-school girl (Emily).

Evan likes science — especially doing his own experiments.

Emily likes dolls and wants to be a nurse, like mom, when she grows up.

There is no college coed on my sheet. “Do you live here?”

At this point, I’m ready to shove shit back and the bag and race out to my car before she starts dialing 9-1-1.

“I live next door. I’m just keeping an eye on the kids for John and Sue. They ran to the hospital to check on Sue’s dad. Her mom was freaking out. Her dad’s blood-pressure was a little high so mom was taking him in. Sue said her mom always freaks out but they agreed they’d meet her at the hospital just to be sure. I’m just hanging out ’til they get back.”

“Whew! Okay. Sorry. I’m just dropping off some surprise presents for tomorrow morning. I’ll finish up as quickly as I can and leave. I hope I didn’t startle you!”

“Santa?”

“You know I’m not really San..”

“STOP talking!”

“What?”

“Listen. I’ve had this total Santa kink since I was a little girl and I really need your help.”

“HUH?!”

“You’re not gay, are you?”

“Well, no ..”

“Good! Cuz I really, really need to fuck Santa.”

“Just to be clear ..”

“I – ABSOLUTELY – ABSOLUTELY! – forbid you to tell me that you might not ACTUALLY be the REAL Santa Claus. DO you HEAR me?”

“Yes?”

“Finish up what you’re doing while I check on the kids.”

“Okay ..”

“When you’re done, I’m going to blow your socks off and then I’m going to ride your dick until I cum at least three times.”

“Um, I ..”

“I’ll be RIGHT back. Just sit on the couch when you’re finished with the presents. Don’t you DARE leave!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“DON’T call me ma’am. I am NOT your Wife. I’m a naughty little girl who needs something special from Santa. Call me Honey or Sugar or Baby or .. Fuck! I’m SO Horny! Stay here!”

The cute blonde throws the .. throw .. back onto the couch and sprints up the stairs.

My eyes focus on the plaid, flannel shorts she’s wearing that barely contain her small, firm Ass.

I turn back to my task — but my mind is on the tight, little body and the promised adventures.

–( Paying the Piper )–

Two hours later, I practically stumble into our living room.

My Wife has the fireplace going. She must’ve gotten chilled, waiting.

I’m sure my Hot chocolate was cold an hour ago.

“So ..” She glances at the clock. I know she’s tired but her eyes are wide awake. “How did it go?”

She’s out of her chair, pulling me into a hug, and coming in for a kiss.

“Why does your beard smell like Pussy?!”

“Well, Honey, you ..”

“JASON! You KNOW you’re not supposed to let them know you’re there!”

“Stop. Executive summary: Parents called to hospital. Kids in bed. Coed from next-door babysitting. She had a Santa kink. A LOT like somebody else I know..”

“She begged you to fuck her?”

“No begging.”

“Oh?!”

“She demanded three orgasms — after quickly running to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. I barely got the presents under the tree before she was — as she promised — ‘blowing my socks off’.”

“Continue ..”

“I figured ‘it’s better to give than to receive’ so I pulled her to the couch, ripped her pajama shorts off, pulled her on top of me, buried my tongue in her tight, little snatch — and then she finished sucking my dick dry while I tried to see whether or not she was a squirter.”

“And ..?”

“No squirting — but very vocal. I thought Santa was going to have to do a lot of explaining to some very surprised tykes.”

“She get her required orgasms?”

“She did. I may or may not have cum in her cute, little bald cunt as she got that last one.”

“Get your pants off.”

“Baby, it’s 2 o’clock in the morning ..”

“Mrs. Claus is very FUCKING Horny right now and she needs some sloppy seconds from her naughty, naughty husband — right after she sucks the taste of that cute, little, college Pussy off of his dick.”

“Yes, ma’am.”