Posted by tina on December 12, 2006 at 08:14:37:
"I Caught Santa Clause"
(With regrets to Khris Kringle)
By Tina
‘T was the night before Christmas. I’m way serious dude (and you too duddettes). That is when it really happened. You may have seen mommy kissing Santa Clause under the mistletoe but that’s not what I saw. First of all it wasn’t mommy that Santa Clause had pinned to the living room floor. It was my slut sister Sally. And they were way beyond kissing. The Jolly Fat Dude was reaming Sally’s fine ass like tomorrow wasn’t Christmas day. His red trousers were down around his ankles and his ass was quivering like a bowl of Jell-O as he fucked my sister’s butt.
As I watched the two of them go at it from the dark shadows of the stairs I realized my own pussy was beginning to tingle. Almost unconsciously I pulled my nightgown up and slowly slid my hand inside my panty. I closed my eyes and began to moan as I fingered myself. Oh, how I fantasized about Santa’s big dick being inside my cunt and me instead of that slut Sally being boinked under the Christmas tree by jolly Saint Nick.
I had a marvelous shuddering, toe curling orgasm as I pushed my middle finger deep inside my sex.
When I opened my eyes Santa had slut Sally on her back (a most natural position for her). His big dick was sliding in and out of her hairy cunt. It didn’t take long and the red suited elf stiffened and thrust as he blew his wad inside Sally’s hotbox. I knew from past experience that Sally was a screamer. But with her panties stuffed between her red lips the screams were delightfully muffled. Since Santa Dude knows when we are naughty (always) or nice (depends on your definition) he apparently knew Sally the slut was a noisy little bitch.
Santa lay on top of Sally for a moment. The old elf was breathing hard. I could see the twinkle in his eye so I knew he had enjoyed himself with my slut sister. After that moment of recuperation he got up and pulled Sally to her feet. As I watched from my hiding place I saw him walk Sally to the mantle. She wriggled her bare ass against Santa as he tied a red velvet choker around her neck. It had a tiny jingle bell in the middle that tinkled a little when she moved her head. I saw that Sally was only wearing her pajama top. I must admit my slut sister Sally certainly had a pretty butt.
Sally had a kind of a dopey look on her face as she stepped up on the footstool that Santa placed under the ornate plant hanger that was fastened securely to the mantel. As I watched with growing fascination Santa hooked the back of the choker over the plant hanger. My slut sister Sally stood, hands tied, panty gagged and hooked precariously to the mantle next to our Christmas stockings.
Santa gave Sally a quick kiss on the cheek and then kicked the stool away. I could hardly believe how big Sally’s eyes got when her body dropped and her feet stopped inches from the floor. Her face got as red as the choker that was now strangling her. Santa stood back with a twinkle in his eye as he watched his dangling damsel in distress. Slut Sally’s face was as red as Santa’s suite as she kicked and danced under the sturdy iron hook. The choker was drawing tighter and tighter as Sally struggled. Her legs continued to scissor as she slowly strangled. I could hear her body hitting softly against the hard rock of the fireplace. Sally’s eyes looked as though they were about to burst from their sockets. After a couple of minutes her kicking slowed. She would lift her feet a little then her legs would straighten again. Sally’s tongue had finally been forced out of her mouth and dangled down over her lower lip. I could see Sally’s Christmas panties wadded inside her wide-open mouth. I finally heard a hissing sound and in the candlelight could see yellow pee running down the inside of Sally’s thighs.
"Oh God, she pissed herself," I giggled with delight at the sight of strangled slut Sally urinating as she died.
I clamped a hand over my mouth hoping Santa hadn’t heard me squeal. But the Jolly Old Elf turned toward me. I could see that tantalizing twinkle still gleaming in his dark eyes and he winked at me.
He wished me a Merry Christmas and said he would see ME next year. I heard a faint "HO, HO, HO". He then disappeared from my sight. The next thing I remember was a bright light in my eyes and it was Christmas morning. I thought I had dreamed the whole thing until I heard my mother’s screams coming from the living room.
It’s hard to believe that a whole year has past since I saw Santa banging and hanging my slut sister Sally. Even harder to believe that I kept my mouth shut about what I saw. The cops are still stumped because there was no sign of forced entry, except in Sally’s ass. So I was the only one who knew about my slut sister Sally and Santa Clause.
But I am being rewarded because the Jolly Old Elf was true to his word. He has come back to see me. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m on my back with my wrists tied behind my back by a pretty red ribbon. Santa’s cock seems to fill my whole inside as he fucks me. I can feel my panties getting wet with my saliva as I moan in sweet ecstasy. He of course knows I’m a screamer just like my (dearly departed) slut sister Sally. I can also see a beautiful red velvet choker hanging out of Santa’s pants pocket. Soon I shall be hanged on the mantel with care as Santa Dude goes off about his Merry Christmas business.