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New Year.
This story happened on New Year’s Eve in one city and maybe it happened to you too, but you you just don’t know or don’t remember, but it was like this...
Natasha decided to congratulate her daughter in a special way this year: invite Santa Claus home, make little Lenochka happy. After calling several companies, she realized that this was not an easy task: either everything had already been ordered, or it was very expensive, the last number was left. She no longer hoped:
- Good afternoon, is this Santa Claus? Oh, excuse me, I’m talking about ordering Santa Claus to your house.
- Yes, this is Santa Claus.
Hearing a pleasant male voice that was clearly smiling at her words, Natasha relaxed a little.
- You see, I want to arrange a holiday for my daughter, but everyone has already been taken away or the price is being jacked up...
Without giving to finish, the man interrupted her:
- You’re lucky, I’m taking your order, I’ll be with you on December 31 at 23:00, leave a gift at the door, the program is standard: the girl recites a poem, shows the room, the Christmas tree, well and in general everything...
- And how much will it cost?
- Let’s do this: the table is set for you, I’ll drink with you as the chimes strike, let it be your price and 1000 rubles for me by taxi.
“It can’t be! God, how lucky! Everyone is asking for 10,000-15,000 rubles, and here is such a price,” Natasha thought.
- Of course I agree... Yes... Yes... I’ll wait, what’s your name?
- Just Frost, Grandfather Frost - the caller answered, smiling, putting down the phone, saving the number.
“Oh, it’s so good that I found Santa Claus, my love, Helen will be glad, at least it will brighten up that you won’t be around... How long Do you still have to go on a business trip? Another month? So she hasn’t been with us for two months already,” Natasha spoke on the phone with her husband, stroking her tummy and without noticing how her fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties and began to caress her clitoris...
- Mom, mom! Look, look at the drawing I drew for Santa Claus! - Helen shouted, running into the room.
- Smart girl! Hello from dad!
- Let me talk to him!
The girl picked up the phone and ran to her room to talk to her father, and Natasha plunged her fingers into her hole: “Oh! How you want a dick! It’s been two months already... It’s unbearable!” Natasha’s fingers began to sink faster, she heard her daughter talking to her father.
“Aaaah, fuck, hoooooooo dick!!!” - Natasha whispered and began to cum, pushing herself onto her fingers. "Damn, what’s wrong with me?" - she thought, because I’ve never been so excited!
- Okay, daddy, I’ll be the most obedient girl so that Grandfather Frost gives me the best gift! - Natasha heard Lenochka’s words and, snatching her fingers from her leaking pussy, slowly sucked them.
The days flew by in the New Year’s bustle and here it is on December 31...
The Christmas tree, the table set, Natasha put her hair in beautiful hairstyle, dressed in a black dress with bare shoulders and pulled black stockings onto her slender legs. She didn’t bother putting on underwear, because it would be just her and her daughter, and Santa Claus came and went, Natasha thought. The daughter was in a pink dress, a white crown, white knee socks, such a miracle princess-snowflake.
After talking with her husband on the phone and congratulating each other, knowing that later the connection would be terrible, Natasha and Lenochka waited for Grandfather Frost...
Message on Natasha’s phone: “I found a gift, be ready, I’m knocking:
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.”
Heavy knocks were heard on the door. Helen shuddered and her eyes lit up in anticipation, and Natasha excitedly began fixing her hair and looked in the mirror at what she looked like. The black dress fitted her slender figure, emphasizing her breasts, waist and butt, only her legs were hidden by a fluffy petticoat.
- Oh, it’s Grandfather Frost! - the girl whispered.
- Does he really exist? - Natasha asked, smiling - well, let’s see who came?
And they went into the corridor to open the door.
- This... This is Grandfather Frost! - Helen said in a whisper when she saw the real Santa Claus at the door. He stood so big, groaning and tapping his felt boots, dusted with real snow, and when he hit his staff on the floor, snowflakes and candy fell from above....
Natasha was fascinated by such a performance, she had never seen anything like this holiday, it was a real Santa Claus, he groaned and squinted his eyes, and his spectacular tricks were incomparable, she thought. They felt such frost from Santa Claus that even their cheeks and noses tingled, as if they had stepped outside.
- Well, well... And who do we have here? Were these princesses waiting for me?! - Santa Claus asked in a bass voice, closing the door, while the locks closed on their own.
- Yes, yes, we waited, we waited for grandfather! - Lenochka screamed and ran up to Grandfather Frost and hugged his legs.
He looked at Natasha: “Oh, good bitch, never mind, today you will experience all the delights of New Year’s Eve,” he thought...
“Well, we’re at the door, Lenochka, show grandpa our apartment and what you’ve prepared for grandpa, what a surprise,” Natasha said.
Feeling how Grandfather Frost placed his mittened hand on her bottom, without attaching any importance to this, she smiled and, pushed by him, also entered the room.
Frost saw the family photo and smiled. Natasha, following her gaze, said:
- He’s on a business trip, so everything is on me.
And, putting 1000 rubles in her pocket, she whispered: “Thank you for agreeing, you’re just super, I’m so I’ve never seen a performance.”
Frost didn’t answer, he just narrowed his eye:
- Well, well, daughter, bring me some hot chocolate, and while my granddaughter will show me her room, how she studies only A’s and should I give her a gift?
Natasha smiled and ran to the kitchen. At this very time, Frost took out some kind of bottle and, seeing open champagne, poured in a little at first, but then added almost the entire bottle, and poured the remaining drops into a decanter with compote, and, groaning, followed Helen into the room. No one noticed his actions, and he just smiled to himself: “Nice, nice... You will both be my gifts.”
Lenochka showed her grandfather her grades, her notebooks, her room, her toys.
- Clever granddaughter, clever!!! - Father Frost was saying, stroking her back and even her butt, when Natasha appeared at the door with a mug of chocolate.
- Grandfather, here is your chocolate - she smiled.
- Well What about you, daughter, pour yourself some champagne! Grandfather allows it, because you, too, were a good girl and a good mother to such an excellent granddaughter! - Santa Claus said, narrowing his eyes.
His fame made Natasha blush.
- Of course, grandfather, I was good! - Natasha said, deciding to play along with Frost and giving the cup, she ran and poured a full glass. All this fuss and play had dried out her throat, and the room was somehow stuffy, and after taking a couple of sips, she noticed the unusual taste of champagne, unexpectedly tasty and pleasant.
While Natasha was away, Frost whispered to Lenochka:
- Lenochka, you are such a good and beautiful girl that I almost melt with happiness! You know, I’m not cold, as the children think! I’m very hot! - he whispered in her ear.
- Do you want to know the secret of Santa Claus? - Grandfather asked, squinting his eye.
- Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss overly - Lenochka answered in a whisper.
Frost took her hand and stuck her palm into his fur coat. The girl touched something big and hot, she even wanted to tear out her palm, but Frost said - don’t be afraid, stroke it!
And the girl began to stroke something hard and hot.
Natasha entered the room, seeing how Frost whispers something in Helen’s ear, and she smiles sweetly. Having sipped more champagne, she felt a strange feeling of warmth that began to spread throughout her body, she felt how her breasts were filling up, how her nipples hardened and began to appear through her dress as small grapes. “Oh, how it pinches down below, between my legs,” she thought, “how I want a big dick, how I want a big hard monster!... Lord, what’s wrong with me?” - as if casting off an obsession, Natasha whispered, “after all, it’s New Year, there’s a daughter and Santa Claus... Mmmm... Santa Claus... I wonder what kind of dick he has?...”. Natalya seemed to be covered in waves by lustful thoughts, then they retreated, driven by the remnants of reason.
- Well, Helen, and now a poem at the Christmas tree - said Santa Claus.
- Yes, yes! - Helen clapped and ran into the room.
Natasha saw how Santa Claus examined her, how he looked at her lips, which she licked, at her nipples, which stuck out so vulgarly, and how she moved her legs in stockings, unsuccessfully trying to stop the ever-increasing fire in her pussy.
- Well, daughter, let’s go too! - and she felt how he squeezed her butt in his hand.
Natasha felt Frost’s huge palm that grabbed her bun like a ball, squeezed it, her consciousness wanted to be indignant, but she felt so sweet! To such boorish treatment, her body responded with warmth, her pussy trembled from Frost’s touch, and it was stupid to be indignant now, when her daughter had already stood on a chair, ready to recite her poem. Biting her sponge so as not to moan out loud, she entered the room.
- So, so, granddaughter, grandpa is ready to listen to what poem you and mom have prepared?! - and, sitting down on a chair, he pulled Natasha by the waist, causing her to sit down and immediately feel how Frost, with a deft movement of his hand, lifted the hem of her dress so that she landed on his leg with her bare butt.
- Grandfather, what are you doing?! – Natasha whispered embarrassedly.
- Like what? I enjoy the hospitality and listen to the poem of my granddaughter, such a beautiful girl, who prepared her own poem for me.
- Come on, Lenochka, start! - Frost said louder. At these words, his hand lifted the hem of the dress and, walking along the girl’s thigh, covered in a nylon stocking, penetrated between Natasha’s legs, and she felt his fingers on the folds of her pussy. The set table and the edges of the dress covered what was happening from Helen’s eyes.
- Aaaah! - Natalya burst out barely audibly and she, opening her mouth slightly, closed her eyes.
- And you, it turns out, are a bad girl! Only bad girls don’t wear panties,” Santa Claus whispered in Natasha’s ear.
And Lenochka recited the poem expressively.
Frost’s fingers thoroughly enjoyed Natalia’s pussy, covering them with depraved juice, penetrating deeply into her, playing with her clitoris. One finger, wet from Natasha’s discharge, moved to the star of her ass and began to push one phalanx inside. Natasha held on with all her might so as not to groan and not show that something was happening to her, her palms squeezed the edges of the table with force, she was breathing quickly, but continued to smile at her daughter looking at her, reading a poem.
Meanwhile over time, Santa Claus felt how Natalya began to push her holes onto his fingers as deeply as possible, which made him smile sarcastically, “here you are on the hook, my sweet fucking bitch, married slut,” he thought, then increasing the pace, then decreasing .
Suddenly, Frost’s fingers left her holes and suddenly Natalya felt a piece of a cold ice ball on her clitoris... She seemed to be burned, she twitched, but Santa Claus’s left hand held her securely in place.
The ice ball became melted and Frost’s fingers began to roll it along the lips of Natasha’s pussy. Natalya began to breathe faster, her chest rose and fell, her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress and tore out. Finally, the fingers of Santa Claus rolled the ice ball to Natasha’s ass and pressed it inward... Natalya whined quietly, feeling the ice ball melting in her ass, and melt water flowing out of her hole. Frost’s fingers returned to caressing Natasha’s holes and she again began to push herself on them, wanting to bring the time of orgasm closer as quickly as possible.
Lenochka finished reciting the poem, taking the edges of her dress with her fingers, sat down a little and curtsied, showing that the performance over.
- Clever girl, smart girl Lenochka!!! - For some reason, Frost began to clap his leg, wrapped in a fur coat, with one left palm, but without attaching any importance to this, Lenochka began to smile, melting in the praises of Grandfather Frost. She didn’t know that the fingers of Frost’s right hand were fucking both of her mother’s holes with might and main.
- Well, dear, now for the gifts!!! - said Santa Claus.
- And here is your first gift! – Santa Claus’s left hand went into his fur coat pocket and pulled out a chocolate bunny wrapped in colored foil.
- Thank you, grandfather! - the girl exclaimed, taking the sweetness from his hand.
- Only the bunny melted a little in my fur coat, so don’t bite it, but rather suck it, - said Grandfather Frost while the little girl unwrapped the wrapper.
Iz A chocolate figure appeared from the wrapper, which Lenochka immediately partially put into her mouth, sucking and smacking.
Natalya looked at the chocolate hare and gasped! It looked more like a chocolate penis, large, black, embossed, with small testicles at the base, and where the bunny’s ears should have been, the head of the penis was visible, which her daughter was sucking. However, having looked closely, she saw the muzzle of a chocolate bunny and the ears and paws of the bunny, which she took for the testicles of a penis, but they were cast to such poor quality that they were lost against the background of the chocolate oblong delicacy. Natasha shook her head, driving away the obsession, but she could not unsee the chocolate penis in the chocolate bunny, which was diligently sucking on her daughter
- Oh! I think I chewed it up! – the girl tried to exclaim, but her mouth was filled with a whitish thick liquid, of which there was so much that it began to flow from the corners of the girl’s lips.
- Don’t be afraid, it’s a soufflé! Swallow it! - Santa Claus boomed, - and mommy will kiss her daughter and remove the leaking soufflé from her lips!
Natasha, who felt the approach of orgasm, leaned over the table, kissed her daughter on the lips and licked the leaking souffle from her lips... Soufflé? This is the taste of sperm!!! No, it can’t be! Look how her daughter sweetly licks her lips... And then a powerful orgasm hit her... She moaned silently, Santa Claus’s fingers pinched her clitoris, and waves of orgasm rolled over her one after another. Her body trembled slightly and she gathered all her strength so as not to scare the girl.
And meanwhile, Santa Claus turned to the smiling and happy girl:
- Here you go, Helen, drink the bunny with compote, - grandfather poured sweet water from a decanter into a glass and handed it to the girl.
Lenochka greedily drank the compote and previously unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed her: the papillae on her slightly swollen breasts suddenly became very hard and sensitive, and in her panties it suddenly became very hot.
- Granddaughter, this is not the only gift to such a good girl, for such a wonderful poem! Come on, give me my red bag with gifts that is standing in the corridor. The girl woke up from the sensations that washed over her and ran for the bag, and Frost, sticking his fingers out of Natasha’s holes, whispered in her ear: “Open your mouth, honey,” and, sticking his fingers into her mouth, continued: “Be smart!”
Exhausted after orgasm, Natasha licked the fingers of Moroz’s right hand one by one.
- What a clever girl! That’s it... - Moroz said, looking into Natasha’s eyes, which again lit up with the fire of lust! “I, a married girl, lick the fingers of someone else’s man that have been in my pussy and ass!” - she thought and became even more excited.
They heard Helen come into the room, dragging a bag. Frost jerked Natasha around in front of him and she felt Frost’s huge stake resting on her butt.
- Well, well, said Frost, girls, untie the bag and Helen will receive her gifts!
Natasha , unable to get up, on still trembling legs, went down to her knees and crawled to her daughter, who was standing by the bag, beginning to help untie the bag.
- For such a long poem that you learned, Lenochka, here’s from I’ll give you a gift! - and Santa Claus, throwing off his second mitten, put his hands into the bag, taking out the Barbie doll that the girl wanted so much, and with it another box: a house for the doll. Natasha was surprised, because she only left a doll at the entrance.
- Well, honey, do you like the gift? - asked Frost.
The girl’s eyes sparkled with joy! She never even dreamed of such a gift!
- Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss] Very! Thank you very much!!!
- Well, you, daughter, - Moroz turned to Natasha, - what poem have you prepared for me?
- But I wasn’t prepared, - Natasha was confused, but looking at daughter, decided that she needed to avoid falling flat on her face and wrinkled her forehead, remembering the New Year’s poems that she had read back in kindergarten.
- “I’m right now,” she stood up, she wanted to go to the improvised stage, but Santa Claus stopped her, holding a glass of champagne in his hand.
“Here, drink it, it will give you strength,” he whispered to her.
Natalya, not used to drinking so much alcohol, wanted to refuse, but her throat was dry, and she decided to drink the glass in one gulp. And again warmth ran through her body, the papillae on her chest stood up again, and below, between her legs, lubricant began to flow abundantly again.
Natasha proudly marched to the place where her daughter was reading a poem and began to recite a children’s poem from memory New Year’s poem. She had already read a quarter of the verse, and the excitement was growing, pulsating in her head, chest, stomach, pussy... Viscous lubricant treacherously flowed down the inner thigh, along the fishnet stockings from her pussy. Natalya squeezed her legs tightly, trying to stop the flood. Grandfather Frost and his daughter looked attentively at the girl and listened to her.
And so, when Natasha reached the middle of the poem, the ice ball, which she thought had long since melted and flowed out, suddenly began to vibrate inside her ass, increasing rpm She instinctively squeezed her buttocks and faltered.
- Forgot the words? – the daughter asked, interrupting the long pause.
Natasha really wanted to squeeze the ball out of her ass, but to do this she needed to sit down, and how to do this when your daughter and a stranger are looking at you?
She I tried to pull myself together and continued to read the poem in a strained voice. And then the ball vibrated especially strongly and Natasha involuntarily bent down and half-crouched, again stopping the reading of the poem, breathing rapidly.
Grandfather Frost got up from his chair and came up to her, sympathetically hugged her waist from the side and asked:
n-Are you okay, daughter?
The ball almost stopped vibrating.
-Of course, grandfather, everything is okay, daughter,” she smiled at them and, straightening up, continued reading the poem again.
And again the ball vibrated furiously to the maximum. Natalya faltered again and bent down, half-crouching, breathing heavily.
“I think this dress is a little tight for you, daughter,” said Grandfather Frost, unzipping the zipper on the back.
The ball almost calmed down again and Natasha straightened up. The top of the dress, not supported by a zipper, slid down slightly and slightly exposed the woman’s dense, erect breasts with sharply protruding nipples. Natasha tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but Grandfather Frost stood behind her, took her hands by the wrists, not allowing her to raise them, and put them on the girl’s waist.
- Continue, daughter, we are listening carefully to you and your granddaughter!
Lenochka, opening her mouth, clutching a doll and a box with a house for her in her hands, stared at her mother’s naked breasts.
Natalya, red with shame, feeling her daughter’s gaze, became more and more excited, from her pussy, between of her slightly spread legs, thick threads of lubricant stretched down, binding her legs with a whitish web. She realized that in order to stop this humiliation, she must finish reading the New Year’s poem at all costs. And she, swallowing saliva in her dry throat, licking her scarlet lips, again continued to read the poem, this time finishing it without incident.
Santa Claus let go of her hands and began to clap.
- Smart girl, daughter, but you will need to rehearse some more and then, next year, I will definitely reward you with gifts! – he said in a deep voice.
Natasha, covering her chest with her dress, walked up to her daughter and fell to her knees, shaken by another orgasm.
- Don’t worry, mommy, I’ll help you prepare a poem for Santa Claus for the next one year! - the daughter stroked her mother on the back.
- Now, honey, go play for now, and then we will call you and turn on the Christmas tree! - said Frost, winking at Lenochka. The girl realized that she needed to obey him, because then she could receive more gifts...
-Okay, grandfather! And she ran into the room to play with the gifts...
Frost looked down at Natalya sitting on her knees in front of him and, opening the skirts of his fur coat, revealed a view of his monster.
Frost ran his palm over Natalya’s cheek, she she felt either cold or heat emanating from his palm, she saw in Frost’s eyes either flame or blizzard, she didn’t believe her eyes, but thinking that it was just a drunken glitch, she didn’t give it any importance.
- Open your fucking married mouth, bitch! - said Frost.
She obeyed unquestioningly and Frost’s monster immediately burst into her open mouth. From such zeal, she almost choked, but Frost, without allowing her to come to her senses, wrapped strands of her hair in one palm and began to push his penis deeper and deeper into her throat. She raised her eyes and saw a malicious grin on Moroz’s face.
-That’s it, bitch!
Natasha began to feel how the penis not only penetrated into her throat, but also how his head was pulsating, how he increases in it, bursting everything in its path. She felt Frost stroking her throat, feeling with his fingers how deeply he entered her. He began to move, the head of his penis moved along her throat. Natalya felt every millimeter of his huge flesh, she realized that she was not breathing, that his penis was completely filling her throat, it was as if her consciousness was being artificially supported, so she would have passed out long ago. Two huge balls hit her on the chin, and two palms grabbed the back of her head and began to push her head onto this huge living organ.
- What, fucking married bitch, do you like my monster? - she heard Moroz’s words, as if someone else’s thoughts were in her head, - yes, only bad girls get this, married bitches like that!!! Your antlered deer could not even dream of this!!!
The movements became sharp and so he pressed her face into his furry groin, she felt the aroma of spruce, tangerines and chocolate, and immediately felt how a powerful jet hit almost the stomach itself, filling it to the point of pain, to pain...
Her head was being removed as if from a hose, it shrank a little, as if allowing its owner to leave the captivity of Natasha’s throat, but he did not stop filling her stomach and esophagus with his sperm. As soon as the dick left Natasha’s throat, she coughed and sperm gushed from her nostrils and throat, filling her dress and chest with it, she was breathing quickly and heavily. She looked up and saw Frost’s huge penis with a scarlet head, which was pulsating and was still in the fighting drain... Due to the air rushing into her lungs, Natasha became dizzy, the contents of her stomach went in the opposite direction. Frost caught Natalya’s urges and jerked her around, placing her doggy style on the table. He threw off his fur coat, revealing a view of the muscular body of a huge male, by no means a decrepit old man, a white ford, a white hairy chest and groin. Throwing the dress over her back, he gave her a savory slap on the bottom. Either from the spanking, or from the actual cum, there was so much sperm, but it came out through her nose again, forming two large white snot that stretched from her nose to the empty plate that stood in front of her. Immediately Natasha felt how, spreading her buttocks, a huge penis slid along her wet crotch, walked over her labia and the burning pea of her clitoris, which came out of its hood. She herself arched her back, sticking out her butt and opening her leaking pussy for entry...
- Oh, married whore, yes, yes, I see, I see!!! - Natalya heard Moroz’s words.
Moroz continued to tease Natasha with his protruding member, kneading her ass with his palms, as if appraising it, and there was something to appreciate: her toned ass with fleshy buns attracted the gaze of many men. But her slender legs and beautiful ass were not enough for him, he reached for the already half-unzipped zipper on the dress and, grabbing the edges of the clasp with both hands, sharply pulled them to the sides. Natalya heard the sound of a dress being torn and it fell to the floor. Now Frost was pleased, his married bitch appeared in all her glory. His palms passed along her back and, rounding the sides of her lower back, slid onto Natasha’s tummy
- Aaah!!! Yes, yes, Grandfather Frost!!! - she whispered.
Frost’s palms grabbed her breasts and passed her erect nipples between his fingers, squeezing them too.
- Mmmmmmm... Aaaaaaah!!! - burst out of Natasha’s chest with such wild passion that it was now seething in her body, as if in the mouth of a volcano. She had never had such a desire before. Her body either felt cold, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, or felt hot, and then it became covered in sticky sweat... She could no longer endure such torture.
- Please! Please, fuck me, fuck my pussy, aaaaaah!!! - she whispered pleadingly
And her pleas were heard, the huge head, opening its lips, began to plunge into Natalie’s womb. She entered easily, despite her size, thanks to the juices of passion that oozed from her pussy. And as soon as the head plunged into the captivity of her womb, Frost, like a wild beast, with a roar, drove his dick almost halfway and crashed into her uterus.
- Ah! Fuck! Oh, how hot! Yes! Yes, please, more!!!! - she moaned.
These words only turned Frost on and the second blow was with such force that Natasha’s eyes darkened and if not for the huge palms that held her hips, she would have knocked down all the decorations on the table. The movements with each blow became more and more violent, more and more rigid. The dick rammed Natalya with frenzy, her pussy responded to this with its slurping approval. Hearing this sound, Moroz grinned.
- Well, do you like my gift, daughter?!
- Ahh, ahh, yessss, yes, also, ahhh, fucking!!! - Natasha moaned, barely restraining herself from screaming. She caught how the penis began to grow again, but now not in her throat, but already in her womb, now this magical action was felt by her lower lips and her womb, which was bursting with Frost’s monster. The huge balls, despite the fact that the penis did not enter Natalya entirely, reached her pussy, and, pounding on it, they became covered with nectar, of which there was so much that the drops from the blows splashed across their legs.
Moans , slurping, slapping bodies filled the room with their sounds, to which was added the sound of crystal that trembled on the table on which Natasha was leaning. This whole serenade accompanying their intercourse became audible to Lenochka, who was playing in her room with her new toys.
She put them aside, she was interested in these sounds and the girl, quietly approaching the door, looked into the room. What she saw and heard at first frightened her and she hid, but realizing that she had not been noticed, she looked again and began to peer. The huge figure of Frost stood half sideways, he was not wearing his fur coat or hat, his palms were without mittens, and his felt boots were lying in different corners. He was naked and holding her mom’s ass. Mom was also naked and leaning on the table. Frost’s muscular body moved towards her mother, with each such movement, she heard the sounds of “chwack-slap” and her mother’s quiet “Aaaah! More, yeah!” She saw how a huge club emanating from the body of Grandfather Frost plunged into her mother’s pussy, and when it came out of it, it was covered with something that glittered in the light. She saw how the muscles played on the body of Frost, who was holding her mother’s body by the buttocks, contracting when his body approached her mother’s body. She saw her mother’s breasts swaying, which she squeezed and then released again to grab the table. And then Lenochka felt an unusual feeling: warmth in the bottom of her tummy. She unconsciously lowered her palm under the dress and put it into her panties, stroked her tummy, forehead, and touched her pussy. And then she seemed to be struck by a current of warmth that gushed from her pussy through her body. Helen looked at the action and then Frost turned his head in her direction. Their gazes met. Helen was confused and it flashed through her head: “that’s it, now they’ll scold me.” But instead, she saw Frost’s smile and his kind look.
-Don’t be afraid, Helen! - she heard, but Frost did not say these words, she heard them in her head - Don’t be afraid, come to us, you see how good your mother is?!!!
- Ah! Yes, yes, I feel so good, but please don’t stop!!! - Mom quietly repeated, confirming the “words” of Grandfather Frost.
- Come to us, dear, but first take off everything, you see that we have no clothes on! - she heard Frost’s thoughts.
Lenochka looked again at her mother, whose dress was lying under the table and all she was wearing were black lace stockings that hugged her slender legs.
Taking a couple of uncertain steps , and realizing that Frost was not scolding her, she came almost close to them. Now she saw everything down to the smallest detail. How her mother’s body shone, from the perspiration appearing on her lower back, how her butt was covered with goosebumps, and her pussy glistened from something that smelled so fragrant, she saw how Frost’s huge club, covered with swollen dark blue veins, plunged into her mother and comes out again, extracting the same nectar that made both my mother’s pussy and her legs glisten. She saw snow-white hair on Frost’s muscular body, on his chest, stomach and groin. She saw a bag that hung under the club and hit mom with every dive.
- Raise your hands, honey! – smiling, Grandfather Frost sent her thoughts.
Lenochka obediently raised her hands and Frost, without stopping his movements, as if by magic, threw off Lenochka’s dress, leaving her in only her panties.
- Ah , you are so Beautiful! - she heard the thoughts of Grandfather Frost.
And the girl did not take her eyes off the club, which moved like a piston. Frost smiled, took the girl’s hand and placed her palm at the very root of his dick! Helen felt how hard it was, how it was pulsating and how her fingers were covered with something viscous.
- Now try this! - Frost sent her his thoughts.
Lenochka raised her fingers to her mouth, she heard the aroma emanating from her fingers, that it was vanilla, strawberries and the aroma of tangerines, all these aromas penetrated her nose. She touched them with her tongue.
– Mmmmm! So tasty!!! – Helen said, and her mother, hearing her, turned her head towards her. She saw her daughter, in only panties, on her slightly swollen breasts, her nipples stuck out like small rice grains, and a spot had already formed on her panties from discharge. She should now be indignant, cover herself and take her daughter out of the room, but she couldn’t stop this fucking now. She felt so good that if she stopped it now, she would probably go crazy with excitement. All she could do now was look at her naked daughter with a misty eye, and without ceasing to push her pussy onto the monster, smile at her so as not to scare or injure her.
- Oh, dear daughter, oh, It’s good for mom, I get a gift too! Don’t be afraid, everything is fine!!! – Mommy said through moans.
- Well then, a lot more delicious food awaits you, Lenochka! – Frost said out loud, smiling.
Picking up the girl in his arms, Frost put her on her mother’s back, took off her panties, covering her butt with warm, tender kisses. Lenochka, wrapping her arms around her mother, raised her butt towards the kisses and Frost’s tongue began to tickle the star of her anus and the folds of her virgin pussy. This made Lenochka feel very pleased, she moaned, almost like an adult, and ran her fingers between her legs, spreading the folds to the sides so that Grandfather Frost’s tongue penetrated deeper.
Natasha and Lenochka seemed to have merged into a ball of common passion and lust, They didn’t understand how this happened now and didn’t want to understand, completely surrendering to new sensations. Their bodies felt all the caresses, how Frost rammed Natasha and how his tongue penetrated into Helen’s womb and ass, how his hands slide over their bodies, how Lenochka, hugging Natalia, squeezed her breasts. More moaning, more passion, more lust filled the room, and the aroma emanating from their bodies made their heads spin even more. The bodies of Natasha and Lenochka had already been shaken by orgasms for several minutes, but despite this, Frost did not stop his actions, simply taking them to a new level of sensations.
They did not hear the annual speech of the president and the first chimes, but that’s what they we felt that after smooth movements, Frost again began to drive his dick into Natasha’s uterus. Each such blow coincided with the striking of the chimes. And with the last 12 blow, Frost pressed his groin to Natasha’s ass. It seemed to her that he had torn her apart and she felt the first stream of his sperm gushing straight into the uterus, again and again, he shot his portions, his fireworks of sperm, she was overwhelmed, it began to seep and flow down her legs. Her belly swelled from the sperm that filled her and turned into the belly of a pregnant woman in her final stages.
- Grandfather! I feel so good! – Natasha heard her daughter’s voice.
- Do you want the same gift that your mommy received?! – Frost answered her, without ceasing to caress her holes with his tongue.
- No! Not this! – Natalya thought and tried to raise herself on her hands, but her hands were shaking, and the girl’s weight pressed her hard against the table.
- Yes, grandfather! – Lenochka said with delight.
- He’ll ruin everything for her there with his club! – Natasha became worried.
Minutes passed, Natalya did not see how Frost caressed the folds of the girl’s pussy with his dick, how the dick decreased in size, adapting to the size of her daughter. Helen moaned sweetly.
Finally, Frost’s fingers moved from the mother’s ass to the daughter’s ass and, placing his dick against the treasured hole, he smoothly entered her. The girl was not in pain, instead she let out a sweet, drawn-out moan. For the first time, she felt how a warm dick filled her, how it touched the head of her cervix... She trembled all over and pushed her pussy even deeper, towards the penis that had stopped in her. Frost moved his hips back and his dick left the girl’s no longer virgin pussy with a slurping sound and immediately filled it again, gradually increasing the pace of fucking.
Natasha heard the satisfied moans of her daughter and calmed down a little. "But how? How could she take such a big dick inside her?” she thought. But gradually her thoughts went to the back of her mind, she felt how her daughter was fidgeting along her back, succumbing to the dick fucking her, how her daughter’s small but hard nipples were pleasantly rubbing against her back, how her palms were squeezing her mother’s tits... Natalya began to leak heavily again , excited by the thought that Grandfather Frost is giving pleasure to her daughter.
- This is her first man and she moans so sweetly under him, he gives her such pleasure! - she thought. Her hand reached to her pussy and she began to fuck herself with two fingers in time with her daughter’s movements. Her pussy squelched loudly and flowed abundantly down Natasha’s legs.
A few minutes later, Helen squealed sweetly and trembled in the first strong orgasm that covered her. The mother accelerated the movements of her fingers in her pussy, trying to cum with her daughter, and suddenly she felt Moroz’s dick sharply enter her virgin ass, starting to fuck her with sweeping movements. Before Helen had time to go limp on her mother’s back, Frost’s penis began to pulse in Natasha’s ass and began to pour into her, filling her ass with his hot, sticky, viscous sperm. Natalya howled and also began to cum. Consciousness left her.
When she woke up, she felt herself lying in a puddle of sperm, her hair was stuck together from the sticky viscous liquid, her whole body was covered in sperm, it was flowing out of her fucked pussy and ass, it was on her chest and lips . She felt touches on her body, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that her daughter was sitting on her, just above her belly, which was swollen, like a pregnant woman’s. She looked up and saw Frost’s eggs hanging over her face, along which sperm mixed with saliva flowing out of Helen’s mouth. Helen, smacking her lips, sucked Frost’s head. From the hole of her pussy, his sperm flowed out in pulsating portions directly onto mommy’s chest... Natasha smiled, closed her eyes and consciousness left her again.
Natasha opened her eyes. The room was dim, with rays of sun shining through the curtains. She was lying in her bed in her silk nightie that she slept in every night. She listened, it was quiet. The black dress she wore yesterday was lying on the chair. She remembered what happened yesterday. Her body shuddered from the memories and she ran her hand over her chest. Her nipples stuck out, just like last night, her hand slid over her stomach to her pussy, but although it was wet there, it was like from a dirty dream, but not after what happened to her yesterday. “What happened yesterday?” - thoughts suddenly burst into her head. Crap! Damn, I cheated on my husband with some Santa Claus! And he abused our daughter! She jumped up, it was 10:30, she went into the room, there was order on the table and only a couple of dirty plates and an empty bottle of champagne. Or maybe I dreamed it all? She looked into Lenochka’s room, she was gently snoring in her crib, next to her was “sleeping” the Barbie doll that was given yesterday, but there was also a second gift on the table - a house for the doll!!! Crap! Damn, so this is true?! She went back to the room, took the phone and saw a couple of messages, both from her husband: congratulations and the second: “I hope my daughter liked our gift: a doll and a house for her”!!! Exactly! After all, he said that the doll would come with a house, which means it’s Santa Claus! No, well, he definitely came! Natasha saw Lenochka enter the room and smiled and said:
- Happy New Year mommy!
Natasha, not daring to ask her daughter about yesterday, nevertheless asked:
- Daughter, when did Santa Claus leave yesterday?
- How, mommy, did I tell the poem, he gave gifts, drank cocoa, refused champagne and, citing that there were still many orders, left.
- And there was nothing else?
- Well, we sat, ate, looked a little TV, then we watched fireworks from the window and went to bed - answered Lenochka.
- Oh, honey, apparently the champagne was strong, - Natasha answered her daughter - okay, I’ll take a shower and we’ll have breakfast.
nHot streams of water flowed down her body, she ran a foamy sponge with aromatic shower gel over it, the aroma of vanilla and tangerines filled the bathroom. Natasha, closing her eyes, moved the sponge over her body, remembering her dream, how hot it was, how unusual and magical it was. She began to get excited again, penetrating her pussy with her fingers, she caressed herself...
- Aaaah! Yes, yes, I’m your married whore! escaped from her mouth and she shuddered, squeezing her palm with her legs.
Natasha came out of the shower in a white robe and a towel on her head, kissed her daughter and joked with her, she went into the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. It’s good that this is just a dream, I am a loving and faithful wife, she thought.
The phone sounded the melody of an incoming message. Natasha, smiling, thinking it was from her husband, opened the message and read: “NOW YOU ARE MY MARRIED WHORE!!!”
everyone has their own opinion, their dreams, fantasies! Someone talks about plumbers and electricians! And if you don’t know how to write, then you don’t need to insult others! Cool story! Anything is better than finding out when a guy tried himself in the ass! 