“Do you guys have to go so soon?” said Barb Hansen with a click of her tongue. “It’s Christmas!”
Iris, leaned in to give her mother a hug and pulled her long strawberry blonde hair out from her coat collar as she began to do the buttons. “And Eric and I had a wonderful time. But we want to go do our own Christmas now.”
Surrounded by the twinkle of Christmas lights and the torn wrapping paper strewn across the floor, Barb sighed. “I suppose so. Eric, it was lovely seeing you again.”
Eric smiled, leaning his tall body down to give his future mother-in-law a hug and kiss on the cheek. “You too, Barb. Thank you all for having us over. Dinner was delicious.”
The young couple waved good-bye to the rest of the family, who was settled with full bellies in the living room. All bundled up, they made their way out into the frosty air, the flashing colored bulbs on the roof illuminating their way to the car.
Once inside, Eric leaned in to kiss his fiancé.
“You didn’t want to stay longer?”
Iris smiled slyly. “Don’t you want to go home and open our own presents in our own living room?”
Eric had to laugh as he pulled out of the driveway. He really only wanted one thing for Christmas, and he was feeling lucky this holiday season. . .
Once inside their own apartment, Iris lit the Christmas tree as they settled onto the floor. Their favorite Christmas record played softly from the kitchen, as they handed each other box after box, tearing open the paper. Shoes and perfume and kitchen tools – they were all nice gestures, but there was one box that Iris was very excited for Eric to open.
“What is it?” he said with wide eyes, looking at his smiling fiancé. “It doesn’t feel like there’s anything in it.”
Excited, Iris prodded, “Open it!”
Inside the box was a single sheet of paper that read, “WAIT HERE.”
As Eric’s gaze moved back to Iris, she was already up on her feet and headed to the bedroom. Eric swallowed anxiously, moving to the couch, ready for his surprise.
When Iris walked back out to the tune of “Here Comes Santa Claus,” Eric’s jaw dropped. Iris was dressed to the nines in a lacy red bra, matching red thong, and a garter belt holding up red stockings that ended in a sky-high pair of black velvet pumps. Her tits looked enormous, overflowing from the cups of the bra. On top of her head sat a Santa hat. She grinned at him.
“Do you want to tell Santa what you really want for Christmas?” she said coyly, crossing the room until she got to the couch. “Follow me!”
His cock already getting hard, he followed Iris to the bedroom, where she had decorated the area in rows of candles. It was very sexy, but when he saw what lay on the bed, he almost came then and there.
“Surprise!” said Iris, motioning to the bedspread. “Why don’t you remind me what it was you really wanted, baby?”
As he surveyed the toys – multiple sizes of glass butt plugs and dildos, a bottle of lube – he bit his lip with excitement. “I wanted to fuck your ass.”
Iris had moved to the floor, undoing his pants.
“That’s right, baby. And Santa wanted to make sure you got everything you wanted this year.”
She took his already-hard cock out from his jeans and began to slowly suck the tip of it into her mouth, before working her lips all the way down his shaft. Her gaze was above her, watching Eric lean his head back with pleasure, small moans escaping him.
“Get onto the bed, baby,” he said, bringing her up to standing.
She laid on her back against the bedspread as he swiftly undid her bra, letting her large C-cup breasts fall out. He took one of her nipples into his mouth while his other hand squeezed her other breast roughly and firmly, giving her nipple a tug. Then he began to move his hands down her thighs to the lacy covering on her pussy, rubbing her clit through the fabric. She writhed on the bed as he continued to touch her.
“Oh, someone’s wet!” Eric said with feigned surprise, as his touch moved to the lips of her pussy. He pushed aside the fabric of her thong to feel her dripping wet.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Without warning, he shoved his cock into her for a few moments, pumping in and out, letting the wetness of her eager pussy coat his shaft.
Finally, he said, “Turn over.”
Nervously, she bent over.
“Spread your ass,” he said firmly, pulling out one of the butt plugs, coating it with lube. “Let me make you feel good.”
She reached back to spread the cheeks of her taut ass, then gasped as she felt the coldness of the stainless steel press against her tight opening. Slowly, little by little, her ass enveloped the entire toy, and she moaned.
“Fuck,” said Eric, watching the way the plug disappeared inside Iris’s cute ass. He moved it slowly in and out, pushing and pulling. Finally, he pulled it out completely.
“Are you ready, baby?” he said, lining the head of his cock up to her lubed asshole. “Merry Christmas.”
She clutched at the sheets with nervousness, readying herself for taking him up the ass for the first time. But god, did she want it.
Slowly, he pushed inside of her. He was bigger than the butt plug and filled her up more than she had thought possible. She moaned as her asshole began to burn, but she adjusted quickly to the size. Finally, he was all in the way inside of her.
“Fuck, you feel so tight. I’m not gonna last very long,” Eric said, gripping her waist as he let the sensation of her ass squeezing his throbbing cock wash over him.
She was face down, ass up as he begin to work his way in and out of her, fucking her ass now completely. She moaned and at one point reached back to spread her cheeks for him. He loved the view, watching the soft mounds of her ass pull apart, so he could see his thickness disappear inside of her.
“Baby, are you gonna cum in my ass?” moaned Iris, her face muffled in the blankets.
Eric’s grip grew tighter and tighter against the curves of her slim waist. He had stretched her enough at this point that he could pull all the way out and quickly shove all the way back inside, until his cock was totally enveloped. He did this a few times, listening to Iris’s soft groans.
Finally, he said, “Baby, I’m gonna cum. Is your ass ready?”
Iris got up to her hands, arching her back. “Fill me up, Eric.”
That was all it took – with one huge thrust, Eric’s cock shot out the biggest load he thought he had ever had. It exploded deep into Iris’s sore ass, and as he slowly pulled out, he watched the stream of jizz leak out of her tight pink hole.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, and he joined her. They lay side-by-side, panting, as her ass continued to leak his cum out from between her cheeks.
“So,” Iris said flirtatiously, rolling over to lay on Eric’s damp chest. “Was this the best Christmas yet or what?”
His eyebrows shot up. “You could say that.”
He wasn’t sure if this meant he had been on the naughty or nice list, but either way, Santa hadn’t disappointed. . .