Liz and mike staggered in the front door of their living room. Liz flopped on the sofa and Mike sat on the floor in forepart of her. Both dozed off. They had been at the folk Dec 25 company at Liz 's crony 's house. The potable had been flowing and they were at their personal point of accumulation. The lights twinkled, cushy Christmas euphony played from their MP3 thespian, and the usual cookie and milk were sitting on the mantle.

Mike snored on his back as Liz curled up on the sofa. Mike jerked awake when his heard a strange voice in the room.

'' You have been a bad girl, Liz '' A short pudgy man in traditional clothes was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs feast and an obvious wet patch covering her downy pussy lip. `` How are we going to change that ? '' An immorality twinkle flashed behind the telegram rimmed glass that covered the interloper 's eyes.

'' Santa '' sat down on the pot that had appeared in the recession next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his fingers Liz instantly became entranced. `` read your clothes off, '' Santa Claus pronounced. Liz began swaying in sentence with music. She slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and let it shine off her shoulders. Mike heard a faint `` zzzzzzz '' and watched as her poor, blood red doll dropped to the floor.

mike tried to tolerate but four gremlin piled over him and pinned him in place. `` Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well, '' a thick, sausage shaped finger pointed in mike 's direction. They sat there effectively mashing microphone in place. Santa snapped his fingers and microphone 's dress faded as if smoking. He felt the cool floor against his nether regions and exclaimed, '' What the fu*** ''. `` silence young man you have to abye for your indiscretion as well '' Saint Nicholas tugged out a scroll and read,

'' Mike you had intercourse with your niece on multiple affair. 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 pool. While you were with your uncle Liz was sitting on her comrade 's turncock in the upstairs bathroom ''. She opened her hired hand and her bra traveled down her body to pile up on her skirt.

'' Then there were all the piffling indiscretion ''. Liz touched her articulatio coxae and lowered her silk panties until she stood naked in all her glory in front end of Santa, four elves, and mike. microphone tried to joggle his tool in a in effect stead as Father Christmas told Liz, `` cum sit on Santa 's lap ''. His red satin trimmed in white fur trouser disappeared and a prominent turncock arched upward. Liz sat across his lap and gasped as his tool split her pussy mouth. Santa 's face fungus moved as he blew out a bombastic breath of air. Liz rocked back and forth across his lap as she became more delirious. Mike tried again to fend but Saint Nick had another idea. The future finger snap removed the clothes of the elves and each moved into place. The biggest one was behind Mike and unceremoniously invaded him from that angle. Two of them placed their tool in either of his calloused hands. The fourth elf walked up and slid his cock in mike 's face and started moving his hips in and out.

Mike could get a line his wife getting Thomas More excited as she rode Santa 's pecker. Saint Nick was not passive voice. He bounced his legs lifting Liz up then letting her sweep back down on his shaft. Their crusade was a sexual dance Liz pushed out her breast pushing her pussy down on the cock under her.

microphone was becoming a more will participant as well. The vauntingly elf behind him was a homo machine. His articulatio coxae moved in short heavy thrusts that ended against his prostate gland. The cocks in his fists were hard as granite as he pumped each of them. The elf in his oral fissure had lost his lode when Liz started riding Santa 's lap. The elves backed off in unison then Saint Nicholas snapped his fingers and Mike landed on his back. The four elves returned to spatial relation and slid back into microphone 's available parts. Another cracking of the bearded fingers and a raw female elf floated down on Mike and slid his dick plate. microphone was covered with sexual better half and it was obvious he was not going to last a good deal longer.

His dick twitched when Santa Claus took Liz 's nipple on at a time in his hands and kneaded the soft flesh. At light wring or moving-picture show of her pap then Santa moved to the next. St. Nick dropped his hand between Liz 's stage and stroked her button making her thrust down on his monolithic tool. microphone was responding to her excited moans and push back his cock into the tiny woman above him. The elf between his ramification went off first. He sprayed his succus over mike and the little madam sitting on him. Both his `` hand '' elves sprayed the elven maiden over as she bounced on mike. The one in his mouth coated mike 's tonsils and they all faded like stooge. The elf on his cock threw her fountainhead back and cried as she accepted Mike 's Christmas gift. She then faded as well. Mike moved to the sofa and stared as Liz went mad on the big cock filled her. She was babbling as she sprayed her juices into Santa 's lap.

The next thing they remembered was waking up naked on the lounge with respective large boxes under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that neither remembered buying. Gone was any grounds of the trespasser. The throne by the tree was gone. No diminished 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 .