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“I am so full. That really hit the spot, Noel.” I closed my eyes, listened to the broadcast of A Christmas Story from the television.
“Hey,” a voice whispered. “Psss!”
I awoke in my pod in nothing but a pair of red briefs, a green ‘X’ over my bulge. I was on my bed, sheets folded perfectly underneath me. My clothes hung on the wall at my side. A cool breeze startled me, so I glanced to the right.
“Sorry. Did I wake you from a nightmare before Christmas?” Noel entered my pod, closed the transparent lid behind her. She wore a skimpy red satin nightgown, festive white fur trim around the hem and sleeves. Green Santa socks stretched to her knees. Her chocolate hair, streaks of blonde, was tied in a messy bun. She tugged at the covers underneath me, pulled them over us, and spooned next to me. She kissed my neck and pressed her cheek against mine, almost crawling on top. “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
“What are you doing? It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. They’ll be here any minute.” I heightened a brow, leaned up further. The only light in the dim room came from downstairs. A Christmas tree decorated the far corner with blinking white lights. The television—playing A Christmas Story—set in front of a big red chair. I turned back to Noel. “You’re Bishop’s wife!”
“I’m trading places.” Noel shot a glance to the double pod at my right. Her husband, Bishop, slept soundly on his back under the clear lid. She looked back to me. “Not in the mood for a holiday affair?”
“I’m just solely concentrating on surviving Christmas.”
“Shhh! Put a little love in your heart, will ya?” Noel pointed up to the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above my pod. “You don’t want our last night to be a silent night, do ya?”
“Noel, listen, it’s not the season for teasin—”
“Bah-humbug. Don’t be a Scrooge.” Noel slid her fingers underneath the band of my briefs, palmed my long, thick ham. She nibbled on my earlobe. “Oooo my! What do you feed this thing? I always wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas.”
“It makes for a great stocking stuffer,” I joked. My voice cracked with anxiety.
“All I want for Christmas is you, and your Yule log.” Noel gnawed on her bottom lip while stroking me solid as the North Pole. She peppered kisses down my chest, abs, before disappearing under the covers.
“Hallelujah!” My cock slipped into something warm and wet, which tickled the underbelly. After a fleeting glance to Bishop—out cold—I peeked underneath the sheets. “Santa Claus is, um, coming to town.”
“Yeah. Not Krampus. Not gremlins.” Noel squeezed the base of my shaft. She slipped the engorged head between her tensed lips and quietly slurped on my candy cane. Her tongue slid down the bottom of my cock. Then, she sucked as she withdrew. Her eyes leered at my size. “Even if Krapmus did show up, surely you’d want your lethal weapon to die hard?”
I shushed her before looking across the room to a Bishop.
With his mouth wide open, Bishop slept soundly on his back underneath the clear roof of the pod.
“He’s not gonna wake up,” Noel said before licking down the side of my shaft.
“I just feel like someone is watch—” I froze when turning to the neighbor on my left.
A brunette, with a round face, rested on her side facing my pod. Her eyes were wide open and set on me. She didn’t blink.
I tapped Noel’s arm, but with a mouthful, Noel didn’t bother replying. I pinched her. “Pss! Somebody saw momma kissing Santa.”
“What?” Noel stuck her head out from the covers, her cheek against my lower abdomen. She maintained a firm grip around my cock.
I motioned with my head. “Merry…”
By the time Noel looked, Merry closed her eyes, playing asleep.
“Are you scared? This should be serendipity for you.” Noel eyed me with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong with a little kiss kiss and bang bang, huh?”
“Because she’s watching,” I said.
“You’re trapped in paradise and all bursa escort you want to do is piss and moan.” Noel’s grip strengthened around my shaft. She pinned it to my stomach, licked down the underbelly before roasting my chestnuts in her warm mouth. “Just pretend we’re home alone, will ya?”
“I uh…” I released the covers back over her head. “This is not how I saw my Christmas in Connecticut.”
“Hush!” Noel yanked the covers back down. “It’s your miracle on 34th street.”
“It happened on 5th avenue four Christmases ago…” The lid to Merry’s pod popped wide open. She sat up on her bed, the covers pulled to her broad shoulders. “…at the shop around the corner of the Holiday inn.”
Noel and I looked to one another before she bailed back under the covers, leaving me to awkwardly talk my way out. I swallowed hard and then turned to my nosey neighbor. “What’s up, Merry? Um, having troub—” My eyes trailed the contour of Merry’s arm to her midsection. Her bed sheet trembled with activity beneath the surface.
Noel stuck her head back out from underneath the covers. While energetically jerking my cock, she looked to Merry. “Hey, we’re kinda busy, ya mind?”
“Okay, okay. Happy Xmas, the war is over. Jeez!” Merry huffed. The motion beneath her sheet stopped. “Just relax.”
Noel dipped beneath my bed sheets. Her arm reached out from the side and unlatched my pod. The lid slowly opened. She squirmed underneath the covers for a moment before sticking her arm back out with a satin nightgown wadded in her palm. She dropped her garment outside.
My heart raced, chest tickled. My briefs were ripped to my ankles. A breeze welcomed my genitals to the wide open. “How did I get caught up with these mixed nuts?” I asked myself.
Noel stuck her hand out again and released my undergarment to the floor. With a mischievous smile, she climbed out from under the covers. She rolled her hips and pinned my cock against my stomach. She thrust her mount up the underbelly of my large member. She kissed me with pent-up passion, anticipating the bumpy sleigh ride.
I kissed back while thrusting my hips up. My cock filled her with holiday cheer.
“Uh!” Noel softly moaned in my ear.
“I’m dreaming of a white Christm…” Bishop stirred in his sleep. “mpjhk…”
Noel ducked flat against my chest, hidden under the sheets. She didn’t move. As Bishop settled, she inched the covers down. Her hips rotated once again. Her pussy slid up and down my length, riding my Polar Express.
I squeezed her teardrop breasts and flicked her tiny pink nipples, hard as icicles.
“O come, O come—Oooo!” Noel’s hips picked up speed. The sheet fell down her back and crumpled at her waists, hiding her thrusts. She cradled my head between her bouncing breasts. In almost a whine, she said, “I can’t help it. I just want you to deck my halls so hard.”
Merry tossed her covers aside, exposing her naked pear-shaped body. Her voluptuous east/west breasts jiggled as she rubbed her bright pink clit. Blood rushed to her cheeks.
My eyes widened at the sight of Merry, but Noel gripped my chin and turned my attention back. I smiled. “You really want to be naughty or nice?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Bring you good tidings,” I said. “But, I need more room to work.”
“Give me that gift, you bad Santa you.” Noel pushed open the pod, climbed out, and sprawled to her back on the wood floor.
I threw the sheets aside and stepped out. My thick hard cock, slick with Noel’s juices, glimmered from the TV and Christmas lights below. The scene in ‘A Christmas Story’ when the kid gets his tongue stuck to the pole distracted me. I chuckled.
“Hey!” Noel snapped her fingers. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid succession. She closed her thighs, rubbed her foot up her leg in anticipation. “Santa, baby, focus.”
I turned my attention to the delicious body before me and stroked myself while taking a knee. After bursa escort bayan ripping off her knee-high socks, I kissed down her ankle, the back of her knee. My tongue grazed down her quivering thighs and parted her. I massaged her clit with my fingers while devouring her center. I smacked on her pussy. I sucked, slurped, and flicked her clit with my tongue.
Noel hunched off the ground with a look of surprise. A tremor jingled all the way up her legs. She wiggled her long toes, bucked, and whimpered. Her gaze became absent. Her breasts jiggled from her shudders. Her face twisted in pleasure: upperlip quivered, brows scrunched. “Ooooo….”
Feeling her shake, I buried my face into her pussy and ate her out with energy. My tongue lapped her. I wagged my head. I even fluttered my lips against her clit.
“…aaahhhh!” Noel’s voice rose with each second. She looked down while coming all over my mouth. She strained. Veins snaked through her forehead, neck. Her legs stiffened straight in the air, toes pointed. She shuddered, shivered. “Oo-oo-oo-oo… my… god…”
I licked her one final time, cleaning the plate, which caused her to buck. I then looked up at her with a mischievous smile. I palmed the soles of her feet and spread her legs wide.
Noel deflated to her back like an airblown reindeer. Her eyelids fluttered while trying to focus on the mistletoe. She choked on a breath as I entered her.
I squared my shoulders, thrusting only with my midsection. The television shone upon my muscular back. A hand reached out from the side, gripping my chest. I flexed and followed the arm to Merry. She stood over me, one hand on her clit and the other on me. I turned back to Noel and pounded with vigor.
Noel glared vacantly beyond my face to the ceiling and expelled a winded sigh. Her eyes rolled. She was lit like a Christmas tree on the verge of blowing a fuse. She bit on her knuckle, looked away, and moaned like a stuttering caroler. “Gawwd! Res-est Ye-ee-eee!”
I pulled out and tapped my cock on her vulva with the quick repetition of a drummer boy.
Noel twitched. She snatched my wrist, slowing me.
I grinned like the Grinch before converging on top of her. Our skin clapped together. We shared a kiss. Her soft lips excited my hips.
Noel broke the affection with another groan. She wrapped her long legs around my waist, locked her ankles.
Merry spanked my firm backside, leaving a red handprint brighter than Rudolph’s nose.
The smack was so loud that I looked to Bishop first, checking his reaction. Then, I glared over my shoulder at Merry.
“Faster.” Merry knelt at my side, her hand continued to work herself. “At this rate—Uh!—you wouldn’t even finish—Uh!—the Friday after next.”
I made a face at Merry before looking back to Noel. My hips gained momentum. My jingle bells lightly smacked against the bottom of her pussy.
Noel absorbed my power. She clawed at my back. Her sight drifted to the ceiling, eyes misty like a snow globe. Her legs quaked. Goosebumps swarmed her skin.
I tensed my lips around her erect nipples, one after another. She started to grunt, but I quickly muffled her with my hand.
A light came on. Footsteps paraded into the foyer below.
Merry dodged behind my pod, hiding her naked body in her arms.
Noel and I just froze, sharing nervous breaths.
Two men entered the room. All they had to do was turn, look slightly up. But, they didn’t. Instead, they searched the room below.
“Arthur,” one called out, “what did he say he needed? He’s gonna be late.”
“He’s missing a, uh—Ahhh! I forget, Uncle Fred,” Arthur said. “I told him that he could trust me with finding it. And now…”
My cock still inside Noel, I couldn’t help but to thrust. She released a moan-filled sigh.
“I’ll go ask then,” Fred said.
“I’m coming with.” Arthur trailed his uncle out of the room.
I exhaled a nervous breath escort bursa before rolling Noel over to her belly, flat across the wood surface. I gathered behind her, grabbed her waist, and entered her with a jolt. My thighs clapped against her backside, sending ripples up her spine.
Merry reemerged. She kicked one foot on my pod, spread her knees, and picked up where she left off.
“Ah! Ah!” Noel growled with each strong impact. She raised her feet in the air, curled her toes. Her face twisted in euphoria: upper-lip quaked, brows wrinkled. “Fuck-me! Ah! Ah!”
I knotted her hair in my fist, jerked her head back, and kissed over her shoulder.
“Ggghhhh-ahhh!” Noel rumbled and shot off my cock. She flopped to her stomach across the wood floor, enervated and disheveled. While catching her breath, she knelt and sat back on the soles of her feet. “Give me that white Christmas, baby.” She placed her chin in the air and stuck out her tongue. Her hands rubbed up and down my thighs. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
With my head back, I stroked myself over Noel until I felt a third hand on my cock and a breath upon my neck. My eyes distended. I looked down.
Merry gripped my thick shaft and worked it vigorously, all while playing with herself.
“Here comes Santa!” A tickle crawled up the underbelly of my shaft and exploded out of the engorged tip. Eggnog squirted across Noel’s face.
“You’ll shoot your eye out! You’ll shoot your eye out!” the kids from A Christmas Story said through the TV.
I shivered. “Oh, oh, oh.”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” a voice boomed from outside the door.
Merry pecked my cheek. She dashed back to her pod and fastened herself inside.
I offered a hand to Noel. “Please come home for Christmas. Stay with me tonight.”
“I’m afraid I can’t.” Noel wiped the semen from her face.
“Why?” I asked with whine. “They’ll never find ou—”
“This is our last Christmas.”
“So, this was just a one night fling?”
“No…” Noel caressed my cheek. “It was love actually.”
I hung my head, rubbed my temples. “I’m confused.”
Noel lifted my chin and looked at me with a soft expression. “I overheard them yesterday…”
Footsteps approached the door below.
“Say what?” I asked.
Noel started to reply, but her lip quivered. With teary eyes, she gave me a long kiss goodnight. She snatched up her clothes and hurried back to her pod.
I sighed while climbing back in mine as well.
The door swung open. Santa marched in, followed by Fred and Arthur.
“I told you double set of dolls from the collector’s series.” Santa pointed up to the shelf. He checked his watch. “We shoulda been gone by now.”
“Ahhhh, the collector’s series. Sorry, sorry.” Arthur bustled over and jumped on the rolling ladder. He stopped in front of me but reached for the double pod on my right.
I swallowed the sorrow as he pulled Noel and her husband from the shelf. Tears filled my eyes.
Noel waved with the same glassy-eyed expression.
I placed my palm against the transparent lid as if to reach out and touch her. “I’ll have a blue Christmas without you…” I mumbled to myself.
“Gem!” a voice said.
I awoke on the couch in a warm, cozy living room. Drool dribbled down the side of my mouth. I looked to the flames in the fireplace, the Christmas tree, and the television playing A Christmas Story. I turned to my left.
Noel sat nearest me on a connecting couch with Bishop asleep at her side. With a wide, all knowing smile, she asked, “What were you dreaming about, huh?”
I rubbed my eyes and glanced to my right. “I uh…”
Merry sat on a loveseat next to me with a seductive smirk.
“I ummm…” I looked back to Noel. “Funny enough, we we’re all, ummm, toys in Santa’s workshop. I…”
“You sure you’re not leaving anything out?” Noel motioned downward with her eyes.
My eyes dropped to the large impression of my erection, pulling out the wrinkles in my slacks. I sat up and squirmed in my seat to hide it.
Noel winked at me. “Did you have yourself a merry little Christmas?”
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