“Empty that big old sack, Santa, baby,” she whispered, relishing the feeling of his thick cock pulsating, throbbing inside her as he shot his still-potent sperm inside her. “Ooh, fucking fill me up.”
After almost a minute of non-stop ejaculating, Santa was finally done. He collapsed backwards on the bed, exhausted and breathing heavily. Anna, with Santa’s cock still inside her, leaned forward and lay on top of his round body. She kissed him deeply on the mouth. He hugged her tight and returned the kiss.
Santa’s cock started to soften, and eventually fell out of Anna’s pussy. A flood of cum spilled out of her and onto his pants. Shortly afterwards, Santa broke the kiss and informed her, “As much as I’d like to stay, I’ve got to keep on working. I’ve still got lots of presents to give to all the other good girls and boys.”
“Mmmm, but I bet none of the gifts are as special as the one I just got,” Anna smiled as she climbed off his fat, old body.
“Ho, ho ho, I suppose not.” He sat up, tucked his now-soft cock back inside his pants, and zipped up his fly. “Now, sleep well, young one. And have a merry Christmas Day.” He tucked her into bed and silently left her room as she drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, Anna woke, fully nude, and with dried cum all around her vagina. Okay, so it definitely wasn’t an incredibly vivid dream. She cleaned herself up a little, put her pyjamas back on, and headed downstairs, where her parents and grandfather were already in the lounge room. “Morning, everyone. Merry Christmas,” she said, cheerfully. Anna sat next to her grandfather on the lounge.
Her parents distributed the gifts, making small talk. It was very low-key, but nice. Anna got some fairly expensive art supplies from her parents, and an iTunes gift card from her Grandpa. She’d given her Dad yet another book about World War II, and gave her Mom a cosmetic gift set. She’d panicked when thinking of a gift for Grandpa, so he ended up with some kind of fancy hot chocolate mix.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to get you,” she confessed.
“That’s okay, darling, I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” the kind old man reassured her.
Anna’s Dad suddenly remembered something. “Hey Dad, weren’t you going to wear that fancy new Santa outfit this morning?”
Anna was glad she was sitting down. At the back of her mind, the possibility that it was Grandpa last night had occurred to her, of course. But in the cold light of day, the reality felt a lot different to the suggestion.
“I tried it on, but it didn’t fit right, or something,” Grandpa replied. “Actually, I think it might’ve had a stain on it somehow.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” Dad replied. “I know how much you were looking forward to showing it to Anna and everything.”
“I just knew how much you like Santa, so I thought it’d be nice to surprise you,” he teased. “But Santa’s already cum and gone, so it’d be silly to wear it after Christmas morning, wouldn’t it?”
The shock hadn’t quite worn off, but Anna did her best to regain her composure. “Oh, well I appreciate the thought, Grandpa. I’m sure you would’ve looked wonderful as Santa!” Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. Before she knew it, she was saying one of them out loud. “Maybe after lunch, you can show me what it looks like. Who says Santa only cums once a year?” She gave her grandfather a smile. The same naughty, lustful smile he’d seen in the moonlit bedroom last night.