Liz and mike staggered in the front threshold of their living way. Liz flopped on the sofa and Mike sat on the floor in front man of her. Both dozed off. They had been at the family Christmas party at Liz 's brother 's home. The drinks had been flowing and they were at their personal terminal point. The lighting twinkled, soft Christmas music played from their MP3 musician, and the usual biscuit and Milk River were sitting on the mantel.

microphone snored on his back as Liz curled up on the sofa. mike jerked awake when his heard a strange vox in the room.

'' You have been a bad daughter, Liz '' A short pudgy man in traditional dress was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs gap and an obvious wet patch covering her downy pussy sass. `` How are we going to change that ? '' An evil twinkle flashed behind the conducting wire rimmed glassful that covered the interloper 's eyes.

'' Santa '' sat down on the commode that had appeared in the corner next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his digit Liz instantly became entranced. `` have your clothes off, '' Santa pronounced. Liz began swaying in time with music. She slowly unbuttoned her tweed silk blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. Mike heard a deliquium `` zzzzzzz '' and watched as her short, blood red bird dropped to the floor.

Mike tried to endure but four elves piled over him and pinned him in place. `` Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well, '' a thick, sausage shaped finger pointed in mike 's commission. They sat there effectively mashing microphone in place. Santa snapped his fingers and Mike 's clothes faded as if gage. He felt the cool off floor against his under realm and exclaimed, '' What the fu*** ''. `` Silence young man you have to expiate for your injudiciousness as well '' Father Christmas tugged out a scroll and read,

'' Mike you had intercourse with your niece on multiple occasions. As did Liz. `` She reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra.

'' You had sex with three men while on versatile camping trips. Two on training slip. And your uncle tonight in the basement when you supposed to be playing kitty. While you were with your uncle Liz was sitting on her brother 's stopcock in the upstairs toilet ''. She opened her deal and her bra traveled down her soundbox to throng up on her skirt.

'' Then there were all the piffling indiscretions ''. Liz touched her pelvis and lowered her silk panties until she stood naked in all her glory in social movement of Kriss Kringle, four pixy, and mike. microphone tried to jiggle his cock in a unspoiled position as Santa told Liz, `` ejaculate sit on Father Christmas 's lap ''. His red satin trimmed in white fur pants disappeared and a large prick arched upward. Liz sat across his lap and gasped as his tool split her cunt lips. Santa 's beard moved as he blew out a large breath of air. Liz rocked back and Forth River across his lap as she became more charge up. Mike tried again to endure but Santa had another idea. The next finger centering removed the clothes of the elves and each moved into blank space. The expectant one was behind microphone and unceremoniously invaded him from that angle. Two of them placed their hammer in either of his calloused hand. The fourth elf walked up and slid his putz in microphone 's look and started moving his hips in and out.

microphone could hear his wife getting more wind up as she rode Santa 's cock. Santa was not peaceful. He bounced his wooden leg lifting Liz up then letting her shaft back down on his tool. Their movement was a sexual dancing Liz pushed out her pectus pushing her slit down on the cock under her.

mike was becoming a more will participant as well. The gravid elf behind him was a human being simple machine. His hip joint moved in short hard thrusts that ended against his prostate. The cocks in his fist were hard as granite as he pumped each of them. The elf in his mouth had lost his load when Liz started riding Saint Nick 's lap. The hob backed off in unison then Santa snapped his fingers and microphone landed on his back. The four elves returned to position and slither back into Mike 's uncommitted parts. Another crack of the bewhiskered fingers and a defenseless female elf floated down on mike and slid his cock house. Mike was covered with sexual partners and it was obvious he was not going to last much longer.

His gumshoe twitched when Santa took Liz 's mammilla on at a time in his bridge player and kneaded the soft flesh. At light squeeze or flick of her nipple then Kriss Kringle moved to the next. Santa dropped his hand between Liz 's legs and stroked her button making her poking down on his massive tool. Mike was responding to her excited groan and drove his peter into the tiny woman above him. The elf between his pegleg went off first off. He sprayed his juice over Mike and the trivial lady sitting on him. Both his `` hand '' elves sprayed the elven maiden as she bounced on Mike. The one in his mouth coated mike 's palatine tonsil and they all faded like laughingstock. The elf on his stopcock threw her head back and cried as she accepted microphone 's Xmas gift. She then faded as well. mike moved to the sofa and stared as Liz went mad on the big tool filled her. She was babbling as she sprayed her juices into Saint Nick 's lap.

The next thing they remembered was waking up naked on the sofa with several large corner under the tree that neither remembered purchasing. Gone was any evidence of the intruder. The throne by the tree diagram was gone. No small clothes were anywhere. And the milk and cookies were consumed. They both moved to the bed where they slept until noon. Then the opened all gifts .