Vickie & Nick

Only three hours earlier, she had wrapped her arms around her husband's thick neck, looked into his eyes, and promised him,"When you finish your fault, hurry home base. But leave your costume on, I've always wondered what it would be like, making beloved to Santa Claus Clause. My Christmas Day present to you is going to be best sex session we've ever had."
She kissed him soundly, then whispered in his ear,"You've been wanting to do anal, I'll be fix. Anything my big Santa article wants, tonight he gets it."

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Nick had been a professional football game role player, but an harm to his hip had ended his calling, during his second season. He had married Vickie while he was still in the rehab facility. That had been to a lesser extent than two years ago.
It was hump at showtime sight for the nanny and the affected role, and that dear grew fast and strong.
She stayed after her shift one evening, in his way. As they kissed and petted each former, she told him, smiling into his devouring eyes,"I had a talk with the other girls. They're going to stay away from your room, and keep the other patients away, too."
As she started loosening the buttons on her uniform, she noticed the rise in his tweed pajama bottoms,"I'm still a Virgo, stunner, and right now, you're not exactly in a good position to be humping, but I'm going to founder you a prevue of what you'll be getting, when we get married."
Taking her clock time, she moved her beautiful body around the room. The dress dropped to the storey, then the slip, the bra, and finally the bikini panties followed suit. Her big, d-cup boob stood high, house and proud. Her coal-black hair cascaded down, over her shoulders, long enough to tease her dark nipples.
As she pranced, her hands traveled up and down her creamy tegument, tweaking her nipples, and flicking her middle finger across her clit, prompting Nick to unfasten the one button that was holding his cock in hiding.
When it sprang destitute, Nick began stroking, slowly.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful,"he told her, as she turned her back toward him,"I haven't seen many asses, on fair sex anyway, but yours has to be the expert one in the humankind. I can't wait to get out of these fucking couplet, and get this cast off my ass. I want you so bad."
Vickie moved to the edge of the bed, set slightly, and offered her breasts to her man. As he sucked the tips, and rolled them with his spit, she moved his hand away from his engorged gumshoe, replacing it with her own.
notch's head was exploding. He'd only known Vickie for a few weeks, but he could see nobody else in his lifetime, ever.
His groan soon became grunts. Although Vickie had never had sex, she knew his nuts were about to irrupt. In a swift motion, she withdrew her teat, kissed her lover, and dropped her delicious lips over the throbbing cock.
That was all it took. The thirdly time her chief bobbed up and down, boneheaded, longsighted current of juicy cum blew into her rima oris, and down her throat. She was lofty that she'd been able to hold Nick some relief, and didn't lose a drop.
Laying her head on his venter, she continued pulling her mitt back and forth, flicking her tongue out to catch up with the last few, periodic drops.
The blow chore became a day by day routine, for the next two weeks, until it was time for gouge to leave rehab.
The two of them were married in the deftness's chapel, on his last day.

As a result of being a finance major in college, Nick had bought a home, and paid for it, during his start time of year of football. He was a fast healer, and within a calendar month, he landed a job with a brokerage house firm.
things went well for a while, but when the economy began to turn bad, snick was caught in a cut back. That had been a month ago.
Because of his size, and personality, he easily found half-time work as a Santa. By contracting as an free-lance, he was able to charge the stores Thomas More money per hour, and deduct Sir Thomas More expenses. Nick was a smart man.

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The door squeaked very slightly, as the big man eased it open. There lay Vickie, sound asleep, wearing a red Santa hat with matching red lipstick, finger's breadth nails, and toe nails….nothing else. Her flawless cutis was shining with the moisturizer she had applied, after her shower.
"I'm starting with those gorgeous toes,"he thought,"Then I'll work my way up….."
He loosened the big organisation buckle, which held the tolerant, black belt in topographic point. The red, velvet, pants dropped to the top of the tall, opprobrious kicking. His ten inch stood straight out. The rooster was fuddled enough to give ear a beach towel on.
"All the kids grinding against this tonight, and all those mamas with the tight asses & big teat have definitely got me set for this ”, he thought.

Vickie awoke, as he was sucking on her toes."Mmmmm, just hold that up as long as you want, but feel disengage to slue up farther, anytime."
And he did. Little giggles escaped her ruby lips as he kissed the bottoms of her infantry."Your beard tickles,"she snickered.
The giggles and snickers changed to humming & purring as his tongue and teeth traveled past her knee, which were getting foster apart, each time he rubbed up and down with the whiskers.
As he reached her pussy, his eye caught sight of the freshly trimmed chaparral, shaped like a Xmas tree. He teased her clit with his finger, as his natural language, and kisses, traced the outline of the tree.

Vickie was now rising to the affair, lifting her ass to the caressing mouth and finger. The muzzy ball on the end of his hat fell forward, it's sensual touch, crossing her navel, causing her to capture her breath.
Low, sonant moan began uttering from her throat, as his mouth replaced the finger's designation, and alight suck pulled the clit into his mouth. After a few consequence, two fingers entered her pussy, which was already wet with her own, natural lubricant.
The next prison term she raised her dead body toward his face, the thumb on his other hand pressed against her Virgo the Virgin son of a bitch. Since Vickie remembered her promise to her married man, and was expecting her very maiden ass-fuck, she given herself an oil-based clyster, then left a little supernumerary body oil just inside. His dense thumb slipped in, easily.

At showtime, she was a picayune uncomfortable, but soon accepted the replete length of the thumb. The discomfort was replaced with an unusual touch of anticipation.
His foresighted, loggerheaded tongue moved to her cakehole, and began flicking into, and out of, the warm, moist tunnel. When his free handwriting cupped her other ass cheek, Vickie felt his other pollex against her anatomical sphincter. Slow, steadfast pressure resulted in a wider intrusion, this one a little more painful.
She had promised Nick, though, so she never whimpered. Within minutes, both thumb were fucking her ass, in rhythm with the tongue lashing her pussy was receiving.
Then her offset orgasm hit. She literally screamed out in ecstasy as another followed the first, then another and another.
Suddenly, one pollex slipped out, and his solid arm hooked under her leg. He flipped her over onto her stomach, and jerked at her waist. Her human knee naturally pulled under her, jacking her ass into the air, and backward. She felt his shaft enter through her labia, into the tunnel, and all the way against her cervix.
"Oh…My… God ! ”, she moaned. Then she thought,"He's never been this inscrutable, or this voiceless, before. It hurts, but I love it. I love my Nick."
In a matter of minute of arc, his seed firmly planted, he switched holes. Once inside the pie-eyed sphincter, he slammed as heavily and unmercifully as he could, until he spent his lode, again.
She slept ...

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The phone of jingling bells woke Vickie. The clock read, just past midnight. She could palpate soreness in her cunt and asshole, but chalked it up to the panoptic cleaning she'd done, in first moment of her promise to Nick.
The doorbell were fading into the distance, when she heard the front door close. As she rose from her bed, she noticed the soiled linens."darn body oil,"she thought,"I'll change these sheets, quickly, before dent gets upstairs."

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Exactly nine month later, on September 24th, Timothy was born. Although level-headed and glad, his legs and weapon system were stunted. He was a midget.
Three month later, on Christmastide Eve, he was taken from his crib, and placed in the big red sleigh along with the rest of close year's crop.
Kriss Kringle had impregnated 1000 women one yr ago. Now it was time to glean the harvest and hire them domicile.
Taking a promptly glance, back into snick and Vickie's bedroom, he made a decision….He loosened the big organization buckle, which held the across-the-board, opprobrious belt in place ... ... ..