Liz and mike staggered in the front end room access of their support room. Liz flopped on the sofa and mike sat on the floor in straw man of her. Both dozed off. They had been at the household Noel political party at Liz 's brother 's dwelling. The crapulence had been flowing and they were at their personal point of accumulation. The Christ Within twinkled, gentle Dec 25 music played from their MP3 player, and the usual cookies and milk were sitting on the mantel.

microphone snored on his rear as Liz curled up on the lounge. Mike jerked awake when his heard a unknown articulation in the room.

'' You have been a bad girl, Liz '' A curt pudgy man in traditional dress was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs cattle ranch and an obvious wet patch covering her downy kitty lips. `` How are we going to change that ? '' An evil twinkle flashed behind the wire rimmed trash that covered the intruder 's heart.

'' St. Nick '' sat down on the throne that had appeared in the corner next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his fingers Liz instantly became captivated. `` take your clothes off, '' Santa pronounced. Liz began swaying in fourth dimension with music. She slowly unbuttoned her Andrew Dickson White silk blouse and let it come down off her articulatio humeri. mike heard a swoon `` zzzzzzz '' and watched as her forgetful, blood red chick dropped to the floor.

mike tried to resist but four elves piled over him and pinned him in topographic point. `` Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well, '' a thick, blimp shaped finger pointed in microphone 's instruction. They sat there effectively mashing Mike in place. Father Christmas snapped his fingerbreadth and mike 's clothes faded as if smoke. He felt the chill floor against his nether realm and exclaimed, '' What the fu*** ''. `` Silence Loretta Young man you have to aby for your peccadillo as well '' Saint Nick tugged out a gyre and read,

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

'' You had sex with three men while on respective camping trips. Two on training trips. 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 tool in the upstairs bathroom ''. She opened her hands and her bra traveled down her body to pile up on her skirt.

'' Then there were all the little indiscretions ''. Liz touched her hips and lowered her silk panties until she stood naked in all her glory in front of Kriss Kringle, four brownie, and Mike. Mike tried to wiggle his cock in a practiced billet as Santa told Liz, `` Come sit on Santa 's lap ''. His red satin trimmed in white fur pant disappeared and a large putz arched upward. Liz sat across his lap and gasped as his tool split her kitty backtalk. Father Christmas 's beard moved as he blew out a great hint of air. Liz rocked back and forth across his lap as she became more excited. mike tried again to stand but Santa had another estimation. The adjacent 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 slant. Two of them placed their hammer in either of his calloused handwriting. The fourth elf walked up and slid his cock in mike 's facial expression and started moving his hips in and out.

Mike could hear his wife getting more excited as she rode Saint Nicholas 's putz. Santa was not passive. He bounced his legs lifting Liz up then letting her slam back down on his peter. Their movement was a intimate dance Liz pushed out her chest pushing her snatch down on the prick under her.

Mike was becoming a more uncoerced participant as well. The heavy elf behind him was a human machine. His pelvis moved in forgetful intemperate thrusts that ended against his prostate. The tool in his fists were hard as granite as he pumped each of them. The elf in his mouth had lost his load when Liz started riding St. Nick 's lap. The elves backed off in unison then Santa snapped his fingerbreadth and mike landed on his dorsum. The four elves returned to situation and slid back into microphone 's available component. Another crack of the bewhiskered finger's breadth and a naked female elf floated down on Mike and slid his cock home. mike was covered with sexual collaborator and it was obvious he was not going to last much longer.

His dick twitched when Saint Nick took Liz 's breast on at a time in his helping hand and kneaded the soft flesh. At luminosity squeeze or flick of her teat then Santa moved to the next. Santa dropped his hand between Liz 's peg and stroked her clit making her thrust down on his monumental tool. Mike was responding to her excited moan and drove his prick into the lilliputian woman above him. The elf between his legs went off number one. He sprayed his juices over Mike and the little lady sitting on him. Both his `` script '' pixie sprayed the elven maiden as she bounced on microphone. The one in his mouth coated microphone 's faucial tonsil and they all faded like goats. The elf on his cock threw her read/write head back and cried as she accepted Mike 's Christmas gift. She then faded as well. Mike moved to the couch 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 affair they remembered was waking up naked on the sofa with various large boxwood under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that neither remembered buying. Gone was any grounds of the intruder. 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 .