‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for Mrs. Mary Carolton. Her husband was tucked into their bed with care, and the children were left to thoughts of sugarplums dancing in their heads, as they knew that jolly St. Nick soon would be there.

Most people stop believing in Santa when they grow up. They lose the magic and find it is all make-believe, but Mrs. Mary Carolton believed.

She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Her green eyes were bright and clear and they sparkled, as she brushed glitter onto her cheeks before putting on ruby lipstick. She smacked her lips and checked herself one last time in the mirror. She reached back, pulled a tie from her messy blond bun, and shook her hair so it fell past her shoulders.

She smiled and pressed her red silk nighty down, smoothing it over her hips. The nighty showed off just the perfect amount of the cleavage of her CC cup breasts. The frills were all fluffy and white. She was dressed for Christmas, down to the red lace of her panties.

This was Mary’s favorite night of the year, the night when old St. Nick, soon would be here. She made sure to write to Santa with extra care, to remind him to make sure she was placed on his “Extra Naughty” list this year.

That was when she heard it and she smiled. Snow was falling outside the bathroom window, and the softest of red glows brightened the night, which could have only come from Santa’s lead reindeer. If that wasn’t enough to tell her that Santa was on his way, then there was the sound of sleigh bells growing nearer.

Quick as a flash, Mary floated past her husband and out the bedroom door.

Everything was perfect. The tree was lit with all of its white lights, each one glowing off a thousand silvery strands of tinsel. Every ornament was hung to throw the light and Mary couldn’t help but think of every ball on the tree as she turned towards the fireplace where the stockings were hung with care.

The whole room glowed. It made her glow and she was blushing with anticipation as she turned towards the fireplace and had a seat on the family coffee table where her little girl had made sure to place milk and cookies for Santa. There were even nine whole carrots, one for each of Santa’s reindeer.

Then, there arose such a clatter, and Mary smiled. She spread her legs, placing her plate of cookies and her glass of milk between them. Then he appeared down the chimney, with his cheeks like roses and his beard like snow. He opened his bag and began to place each special gift under the tree.

“Hey, Santa!” Mary called.

“Ho!”

“Yeah,” Mary agreed. “I’ve been such a good girl this year. Don’t you want your Christmas cookies?” She got up, took a cookie, and stepped up to the jolly man. She was nearly right up against him when she held the cookie up to his mouth.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! you are a merry girl.” He ate the cookie from her fingers and then she wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him.

He tasted sweet, like cookies and cocoa.

This was what she wanted this year, what she wanted every year. Christmas night was always the most special of nights.

Mary undid the rope of his fur coat and worked her hand up his body as she kissed him.

“I got myself all wrapped up this year, Santa. Don’t you want to unwrap your gift?”

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Mary. Yes, I do.”

Santa kissed her back as she smiled. He worked his hands up beneath the folds of her nighty and in one motion pulled it from over her head. Her breasts spilled out with a perfect bounce and Mary pulled Santa closer into her, letting him feel the softness of her every curve as she kissed him and ran her fingers through his white hair. She pushed his hat to the floor.

Mary pushed the suspenders from his shoulders and his pants fell.

“Mmm, Santa, you dressed for the occasion too, didn’t you?” He was going commando for Christmas, and Mary reached down and took his cock in hand.

She stroked him. Then, she kissed him again, tasting the sweet cocoa of his tongue, before she fell to her knees and took his length into her mouth.

“Ho! Mary!”

Santa was hung. It was one more thought as to why this was Mary’s favorite time of year. She wrapped her tongue around Santa’s cock and went down on him. His cock was smooth like cream as she worked her tongue up and down along his length. She took him in her hand and worked him. He became slick with her saliva and she slurped him up as she stroked her hand over the smooth skin.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Mary, you want Santa’s milk?”

“Mmm, you know I do, Santa.”

Mary slurped down the length of his cock. She pressed her tongue into him. She let her saliva dribble down his cock. Her lips slipped over him. She made her way back up his shaft and took him all the way into her mouth. She fell upon him. His cock brushed up against the back of her throat, making her gag.

She pressed her tongue against the base of his cock and licked up his shaft.

She went down on him again and this time she took him all the way, deep into the back of her throat. He thrust into her, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. He fucked her mouth.

Mary was on her knees, staring up at her Santa Claus, as he stuffed his cock into her, fucking her throat. Tears came to her eyes.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa called with each thrust of his cock.

Every thrust made her gag. She beat her palm against his thigh and she pulled off his cock, gagging the whole way. Her saliva was thick and trailed to his cock. She took him in her hand and stroked his shaft as she gazed up into his eyes.

“Do you like that Santa?”

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Yes, Mary.”

“Mmm,” Mary went down on him again, she licked the whole way up his shaft. She flicked her tongue through the tip of his dick.

“Ho!” Santa called as his cock began to pump in her hand. She wrapped her mouth around his cock as he spilled his cum into her mouth. It was like cream and cocoa shooting down her throat. He tasted so positively sweet.

“Mmm… you're so good Santa,” Mary cooed

“Ho! Ho! Ho! That’ll put you on the naughty list.”

Mary smiled and rose to her feet. Placing her hands against Santa’s chest, she kissed him. She wrapped her tongue around his, taking in his taste of cocoa and cookies. She let him taste his sweet sex on her tongue. Then she pushed off him and had a seat on the coffee table. She pushed her chest into the air and let her legs spread. She showed off the perkiness of her pink nipples. They were hard and firm and they were aching to be played with, to be suckled on. She showed off the wet spot on her red panties.

Mary picked up a cookie and held it over her breast.

“Would you like another cookie, Santa?” Mary asked. She held the cookie to her nipple.

Santa chuckled and fell upon her to eat the cookie from Mary's breast. Then he went further, popped her hard nipple into his mouth, and sucked on her. He cupped her other breast in his hand and pressed into her. He took more of her in.

Mary chuckled and picked up her glass of milk.

“Ready, Santa?” Mary asked. She reached up and poured the milk gently down her body like a shot. Santa sat up and licked every drop of milk from between her breasts. She gave him another shot… then another… then another. They did body shots until every drop of milk was gone and he cleaned up her breasts and motor-boated her cleavage.

Mary laughed and as he went back to suckle at her nipples. She pulled him deeper into her. She stuffed more of her ample breasts into his mouth.

“Oh, yes, Santa,” Mary called. He suckled at her breast, drawing out her milk with every twist of his tongue.

He pressed his hand down her belly and then over the damp patch in her panties. He rubbed his fingers into her. He pressed into her slot and massaged the soft fabric into her clit.

“Mmm… Santa,” Mary begged. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into her. She pulled her deeper and harder onto her breast as he suckled at her nipple. Then he pushed her back as he worked his way into her. Mary’s head hit the couch.

He kissed her cleavage and then made his way down her toned belly.

He wrapped his fingers around the lace of her panties and pulled them down.

Mary reached out and grabbed a cookie. She pressed it over herself and looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Another cookie for me,” Santa chuckled as he dove into Mary. The cookie crumbled as he inhaled it and took in her scent. It mingled with the flavor of her sex as she pressed it into her. He kept going past the cookie and pressed his face into her pussy.

Mary’s pink flower bloomed as Santa pressed his tongue into her dripping slit. He licked her up, taking in all of her nectar before he wrapped his tongue around her clit. He suckled there, lifted his fingers to her wet hole, and pushed them into her body.

Mary gasped as Santa fucked her. She reached up and cupped her aching breasts. She pinched her nipples, pulling at them as Santa rested between her legs fucking her with his fingers and her tongue. He pressed into her g-spot. Every flick of his tongue, every twist of his hand sent a shock through her.

“Oh, fuck, Santa, you make me want to cum,” Mary cried out. She wrapped her hands around Santa’s head and pulled him hard into her, stuffing her pussy into Santa’s face. She made him breathe her in. She made him taste her.

The orgasm came upon her hard. Mary's body quaked. “Fuck! Santa!” Mary shouted. She arched up, pressing her sex into his face, and pushed from the couch. She rode him to the ground and sat on his face.

“Stick your tongue out, Santa! Stick your tongue out!” Mary called.

Santa chuckled and stuck his tongue out as Mary rode his tongue and his mouth and his soft white beard. She pressed her sex deeper into him. She wanted him to taste all of her orgasm.

She leaned back, digging her nails into his thighs, and rode him harder.

Then, as the orgasm subsided, she fell back and kissed him. She pulled the breath from his body. She could taste her sex mingled with the cookies and cocoa of his tongue. He tasted like her pussy and she pressed her tongue into his. She locked him in with her kiss and breathed deep. They fought for the air between them as Mary pressed down his body. She reached back, took Santa’s throbbing knob in her hand, and stuffed it into her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Mary called as his girth stretched her out. “Oh, Santa, you're so big.”

“Ho! Yes, Mary!” Santa called.

Mary kissed him once, rising and falling on the length of his thick cock. It pushed at the walls of her pussy and teased her clit.

She kissed him harder, pressing her tongue against his. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. She pressed her body against his and rose to fall upon his cock once more.

Mary breathed deep, letting his cock and all of its girth penetrate more deeply into her. She wrapped around him and pulled him up, pulled him into a seated position and she rode him hard. She took him deeper with every plunge of her body.

Santa wrapped his hands around her firm tits, kneading them in his hands before he popped a hard nipple into his mouth.

Mary gasped and dug her manicured nails into Santa’s thigh. She dug the other set into his scalp. She tore his hat off and pulled him in closer to her. He stuffed her mouth full of her breasts.

Her chest heaved with every thrust of her body onto his cock. She took more of him. She was breathless. She needed air. She needed something. Sweat began to stream down her body as everything in her body tightened.

“Oh, Santa, yes!” She pulled him harder into her body. She stuffed his face with her breasts as a wave grew inside of her body.

She rode him harder, pushing his cock deeper into her body, letting him rearrange her organs with his piece.

“Oh, fuck me, Santa!” Mary shouted as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her. She ground into Santa’s cock. She pushed him back and kissed him, hard. She pulled the breath from his body, using it to fill her heaving chest even as his cock filled every inch of her pleading pussy.

She pulled back, still sitting on his cock. She pushed his hair back and kissed him softly as the wave receded. She took a moment to catch her breath, and then whipped her hair from her face.

“Mmm… I’ve always loved sitting on your lap, Santa. Now, I need you to fuck me, Santa.”

He kissed her once more and they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! You are Santa’s naughtiest girl.”

“Mmm, and you want to fuck your naughtiest girl, don’t you?” Mary asked.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa grabbed Mary by her hips, lifted her off his throbbing cock, and turned her. He pushed her over the coffee table.

“Oh, yes, Santa!” Mary begged. Her tits were pressed into the table and she pushed her ass into the air, spreading her legs, spreading her dripping pussy that was pleading for more of Santa’s Christmas cock.

Mary pushed her plate of cookies to the side and Santa fell to his knees in front of her. He buried his face into Mary’s ass.

Mary fell into the coffee table and gasped.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa called. He rose to his knees and thrust his cock into her body.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Mary shouted. She wrapped hands around the edge of the table. Her knuckles turned white as Santa drilled into her.

“Yes, yes, yes. Holy fuck, Santa!” Mary shouted. “Holy fuck. Yes! Deck my halls! Yes! Oh, fuck, cum for me, Santa. Fill me up with your cum. Oh, fuck, put a baby in me!”

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Mary.”

“Oh, yes, give it to me, Santa! Fill me up!”

Mary gripped the table. The table cracked. All of the tension was building up in her again.

“Oh, cum for me, Santa! Cum for me,” Mary begged. “Fuck, Santa, you're going to make me cum.”

Santa splashed into her wet pussy. Every bit of her body wanted to cum. She wanted to flood his cock with all of her juices as every thrust pushed against her g-spot.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Mary screamed. The muscles of her abdomen contracted. Her vaginal walls pulled at the cock penetrating deep into her body, milking it. Her juices splashed from her body.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Here it cums, Mary! Here it cums!”

Santa’s phat cock began to pump his hot, creamy cum into Mary's hot and willing receptacle.

Santa pulled his cock out of her and Mary turned over. She looked up at Santa and her hand fell to her head. She was exhausted on this Christmas night.

Reaching down, Mary scooped up the cum dripping from her pussy and lifted it to her lips, taking in the rich cream and cocoa of his seed.

“Mmm… I love Christmas,” Mary said. She was warm and filled and her soul might have been caroling.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! You like my naughtiest list, Mary.”

“Mmm, I love it.”

She watched as Santa pulled his pants back on and his suspenders over his shoulders. She watched as he tied his fur coat back around him and the only thing she could think about was tearing it off again.

Mary got to her feet and lifted the last cookie to her lips as she stepped up to Santa. His cum was dripping down her leg, and she scooped it up and smeared it on the chocolate chip cookie.

She stepped up close and took a bite. Then, reaching down, she cupped Santa’s cock and balls in her hands and gave them a pleasant jingle.

“Will I see you again next year?” Mary asked.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! If you stay a good girl, Mary.”

“Don’t you mean your naughtiest girl?”

“Ho! Ho! Ho! You are quite right.”

She took another bite of her cookie and smiled. “I’ll stay your good girl, Santa.” Mary smiled. “Don’t forget your carrots.”

He held up his hand with the bundle of carrots then stepped back to the chimney.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! I love Christmas,” Santa called, and then vanished up the chimney.

Mary smiled and slipped back into her Christmas nighty. Her body purred as she stepped back to her room and crawled back into bed with her husband. She glanced at the clock and saw that not even a minute had passed. The magic of Christmas had enveloped her.

She laid back in bed and listened to the night, then she smiled at the sound of sleigh bells.

“Ho! Ho! Hoes! A merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!”

Mary smiled and thought about every plan she had for next year’s Christmas when she would see her Santa again.