The Night Before Christmas 11

“Fuck me, little brother! Cum inside me, yeah! Come on, I need your cum, I want your cum,” Harley begged me to ejaculate inside her pussy. I don’t think that my sister could see the reluctance on my face or the look of confusion. Harley was deep into the sex- almost trance-like. She wasn’t making eye contact; she was just fucking and reacting as she wallowed in the snow and rode my cock.

She seemed drunk on my dick – like she could only focus on one thing, and that was making me cum. Harley made me feel like she had to have my seed in her pussy, or she’d die. Fucking and gyrating her hips from below me -she rode me with her ass in the snow.

If I had tried to stand up or stop fucking her, I think she would have held me tightly and forced me back down. I was aware of what was happening, but I felt like I was just along for the ride as she begged and mewled for me to jizz in her pussy.

“Please, please, I am on the pill – you can cum inside me, I want you to! Please, Nick! Give it to me; I need cum so badly! Please,” she begged. I had never heard a woman beg for a man’s seed in porn – and I didn’t understand what she got out of a creamy pussy. I wasn’t holding back, but I also wasn’t ready to nut.

I became aware that the other reindeer girls were either masturbating or standing over us and watching as we fucked – or, more aptly, my sister fucked me. She was trying to milk my cock with her pussy. I would never have expected my mild-mannered older sister to be such a cum hound.

Abruptly, Harley stopped and flipped me over – her eyes finally locked with mine. “Cum inside me, now, Nick! If you don’t, this is the last time I will fuck you until next Twatmas!”

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Her threat that I wouldn’t be able to fuck her all year turned me on. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn’t analyze why it did. My sister was basically telling me that I could either cum in her pussy right now or I’d have to wait another year to fuck her.

That meant she felt she could deny me her pussy any time she wanted all year, with the exception of next Christmas Eve – if I came to the party, I could probably fuck her even if she didn’t want to fuck me back.

I had no fantasies about non-consensual sex with any woman – much less my sister. Yet, the idea that she couldn’t tell me no one day out of the year made my dick begin to throb uncontrollably – I was close to orgasm as she slid up and down my cock.

Harley’s amazing pussy was soaking wet, and the look on her face as she spun me around so that she was on top was no longer the vulnerable cum-slut who was dying for my jizz. She was frustrated and warned me that it was better to give it to her now or wait until next year.

The moment that I realized she was saying she’d be open to fucking me BEFORE the next Twatmas Eve is what sent my balls into a tizzy, and I began to shoot a copious load of jizz into her pussy. My body froze in place, my muscles tightened, my toes curled up, and my brain shut off as I flopped with my ass in the snow and writhed under her.

My sister didn’t leap off of me – she could feel the warmth of my jizz, and she continued to hump me so she could drain my balls inside of her. The look on her face was victorious, and I felt conquered and exhausted. I was fortunate enough to have my jeans still on, but my pants were pulled down. I was suddenly aware of how cold snow felt against my ass, and I wanted to get up.

Harley was physically bigger than me; she held me down and shook her head no. She slowly and triumphantly humped me – making sure every last drop of my semen coated the walls of her pink pussy.

My eyes rolled up in the back of my head, and I sighed. Harley offered me a cock sure glance; feeling vindicated, she added, “Did you enjoy that, little brother?”

I wanted to remind her that I wanted to be called Sir, but I couldn’t – the orgasm had fully drained my balls. I rarely came that much. It felt like I had shot a quart of my semen into her pussy. I just wanted to get her off of me and clean up.

Harley wasn’t done with me. She pressed firmly on my chest, and with a satisfied smirk repeated the question about whether I enjoyed it or not.

“Yes, obviously, did you?”

“If you have to ask a woman if she got off, then she didn’t,” my sister continued to slowly ride my dick as it shrunk inside her.

“Hey, that’s MY line,” my Aunt Daisy chided my sister for presumably stealing her line.

“Where do you think I heard it from?” my sister slowly began to slide off of my cock. I suddenly didn’t want her to get up – her pussy was warm and sticky, and now the cold air seemed far more intense without her body heat.

I laid my head in the snow and luxuriated a little. My eyes were glazed over from the intensity of it all. I wanted to wipe my dick off and get moving, but I was exhausted after that explosive orgasm.

“What were you saying about fucking all of us? And what happens if one of us makes you cum?”

I remembered bragging that I could fuck ALL the women, and now I wanted to back out. I had offered to be Rudolph and join the girls if I couldn’t, but only because I thought I could hold out. I was wrong about that and now I didn’t want to pay the piper.

There was something about freshly evacuating my balls that made all the horny thoughts in my brain evaporate with them.

“Relax, we aren’t going to make you be our little bitch,” she offered me her hand. I was reluctant to accept it, but she wasn’t going to let me keep lying there. “I should make you lick out the hot cream from my cunt, but that’s not the spirit of Twatmas.”

That was all my sister said about it – she let the matter drop and seemed to lose interest in me abruptly. It felt as if she had proven her point that she could make me. shoot my load, and she had no further use for me as a sperm donor.

I smiled sheepishly and pulled up my pants without wiping my dick off. I noticed some of the girls snicker at me. The discipline had utterly broken down – a few of them were squatting and masturbating openly while others were talking or playing with each other. Every single one of the reindeer girls was watching for what I’d do or say next.

“Thank you,” I was humbled. I nodded in defeat.

“My husband Gary is a cuckold, he’d love nothing better than to put on his cock cage and lick my asshole every other night,” Prancer told me. “He loves watching me submit to black men but one night out of the year I let him watch me submit to him and a bunch of white guys – it’s a tradition. We aren’t going to make you wear a red reindeer nose, tonight – any other night and I’d love to make you wear one on your dick.”

The girls chuckled and agreed with one another. A few of them asked if I was going to finish what I started and fuck all of them, but I was admittedly far too winded, and my dick didn’t want to stiffen again.

My Aunt took charge while I recovered and got the girls dressed. It was a little like herding cats because the girls weren’t inclined to obey her. They seemed to want to stay here behind the dumpster naked and make out with one another, gossip with one another, or a little of both.

The girls wore bells all over – around their necks, on their garters, even in the butt plugs they wore. They jingled with every step, like court jesters or actual reindeer.

I wasn’t able to look at my sister again in the eye. She had such pretty blue eyes and an effervescent smile. I felt a little ashamed of myself – like I had crossed a boundary. However, my sister ignored me and got dressed, laughed, rubbed her pussy a little and acted like what we did was no big deal.

My Aunt renewed their vigor and had them dressed for Christmas Caroling in about ten minutes. My dick was already starting to recover and twitch again, but my confidence had waned. I wasn’t sure how I fit into things, and I didn’t want to start giving orders and bossing the girls around.

The reindeer marched to a gazebo in the center of a local park near our house. They laughed and joked with one another, but I didn’t feel included. I felt like I was simply walking WITH them. They were hot and sexy, wearing tight little red Santa jackets, reindeer ears, high heels, garters and panties and I was wearing normal street clothes. I definitely didn’t look like I belonged in this merry procession.

A few years earlier, I used to play in this small community park. My house was less than a block away, and even though I didn’t see a soul stirring – not even a mouse. It was entirely possible that someone would catch us outside like this.

The girls seemed oblivious to that possibility and continued straight for the center of the park and the Gazebo. I had so many questions swirling in my head about what they were going to do when they got there, but my main focus was on my sister. Harley seemed completely at ease after sex with me. I assumed even if she was comfortable with casual sex that she’d have some regret about it – after all, we were brother and sister.

Harley was now my first – my big sister had taken my virginity. I expected her to at least ask me if I was okay with that. I felt like I was, but your first is supposed to be meaningful and special. She was marching on, heels leaving prints in the light snow on the sidewalk.

The monkey bars that I used to play on in the small playground were iced over, brittle and gleaming, and the swings hung motionless, chains stiff from the cold: no kids, no dogs, no voices—just the sound of the women and their laughter.

Benches lined the path, each with a light dusting of frost that made them look more decorative than usable. It was the kind of small, tucked-away park you only found in middle America suburbs—quiet, familiar, almost too perfect. A few trees, a worn basketball court, the frozen playground, and the white gazebo up ahead.

That’s where they were. Three men, maybe four, were standing near the gazebo in heavy jackets, hands in pockets, collars turned up. They didn’t speak. Just waited. I adjusted my coat and kept walking toward them, snow crunching underfoot.

“Are you going to wear your panties while you sing?” I finally interrupted.

“Good point,” my Aunt stopped and began to step out of her panties. She lifted her knees and pulled them down completely over her ankles. The other women joined her, and she asked me if I minded holding them until they were done. I noticed each girl had packed her ass with a silver ball that hung from a small chain attached to their butt plug and it popped out for a few of them. They quickly tucked them back in place and hid them between their ass cheeks.

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“Uh, sure,” I answered meekly as each girl, in turn, passed me her panties.

“You look like saw the Ghost of Twatmas Past,” Harley giggled as she passed over her panties. “You aren’t still thinking about our little romp in the snow, are you?”

I was, and my silence answered for me.

Harley shifted uncomfortably and reminded me that what happened during Twatmas – stayed in Twatmas. “It was just a little fuck, look don’t make it a big deal and get weird, okay?” she asked me rhetorically before joining the other girls and telling me she had to join them and sing Christmas Carols.

“Can we talk about it after?” I called out.

“I prefer we didn’t,” she replied over her shoulder. The girls pulled their red Jackets down far enough that their pussies and asses were only slightly visible and clearly intended to perform bottomless.

“Sorry that we are late,” my Aunt apologized to the small group of men. They had been waiting a while. They were rubbing their gloved hands together and shivering a little.

“You say that every year,” one of the older men in the group said. I recognized him. He was a neighbor, but I didn’t know his name or exactly where he lived around my community.

“You can’t rush perfection,” my Aunt smiled.

“What’s your Reindeer name this year?” he asked.

“It should be trouble, because that’s all I seem to get into,” she smiled before introducing herself as Cupid and all of the girls – calling them by name like Santa would have before taking off in his sleigh. Each girl curtsied slightly and crowded next to each other in the Gazebo.

It seemed odd that they pulled their jackets down to cover their pussies, when they had intentionally removed their panties – but each of them straightened the jackets and yanked them down a little to cover themselves.

“Who is this guy? You have a male reindeer this year?” the leader of the small group asked my Aunt.

“He’s here to snap pictures and make sure we do what we came to do – which is sing Christmas Carols. You can throw snowballs at us and jeer – but please stop asking me questions. I want to finish up spreading Christmas Cheer, so I can go spread something else, baby,” Daisy kissed him lightly on the lips.

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They had other questions, notably, some of them called Blitzen “Sasquatch” because she was so big and tall compared to the other girls. I hadn’t looked at her once since she saw me fuck my sister. I wasn’t sure what she’d think of me.

On the one hand, I felt ashamed because I was HER rider, and I was supposed to BE with her – it may seem disingenuous if I tried to fuck her later after she saw me bang my sister without doing the same to her. I also felt like she may be shocked that I so casually came inside my sister in front of her – that was straight-up incest.

None of the women made eye contact with me or even acknowledged me. Instead, they launched into a song that they must have memorized.

It was a rousing, bawdy song entitled “Jack Off Nipping at Your Nose.”

Jack off nipping at your nose,

Frosty balls wherever he goes.

Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir

Folks dressed up like Eska-Hos!

My Aunt’s voice could be heard crowing over the others – throaty and raspy. The girls were cheerful, and you could hear the smiles in their voices as they sang. That’s why I was shocked when one of the men packed a snowball and tossed it directly at Blitzen’s pretty face.

She stopped singing for a moment – stunned and smiled awkwardly. The rest of the girls kept singing, and Blitzen rejoined them mid-lyric. I wanted to sock the guy in the eye, but soon another one of the men threw a snowball at Prancer’s tits. She didn’t even acknowledge it. She dusted off the snow and kept right on singing.

That’s when I noticed a few signs around the Gazebo that were there when we went there. I hadn’t paid them any attention at first because I assumed they were just normal warnings about not loitering or picking up after your dog.

Instead, they said clearly people might see boobs, butts, and dumb reindeer in this snow. It also clearly invited the audience to throw snowballs if they didn’t like the singing.

The Christmas Carols blended into a medley of naughty lyrics sung to classic Christmas songs.

“Silver balls, silver balls, Ring a ling, hear them ring, soon we’ll be licking a ding-a-ling…” they crooned. A snowball was launched from a short distance at Dancer’s ass – causing her jacket to fly up and expose her ass crack. She jumped slightly and then regained her composure – shifting the jacket back down.

“Santa Claus is cumming to town, you better not pout, you better not frown, because all you are going down on all 12 inches, Oh he sees you when you are ‘baiting, he sees when you are giving head, so for goodness sake; swallow and don’t spit!”

The girls made pronounced self-masturbation gestures, revealing their shaved pussies under their red jackets just a little as they did, and then as they sang “Swallow and don’t spit” they pretended to suck enormous cocks, gag on them and make obvious disgusted faces at the idea of spitting the cum back out.

It was hot, but you had to see it to believe it. It was obvious they had practiced these saucy little dances and songs and none of this was spontaneous.

As the songs got raunchier, a few more people showed up. There were almost a dozen people by the time they reached the one called “Peeing in the snow”

“Peeing in the snow From a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way (ha ha ha ha), wish we could write our names, but all we can do is squat – but we wouldn’t trade all the cocks in the world trade for our twats!”

Once again, they squatted and pretended to pee in unison as they held their bellies and laughed while humping the air three times (one for every HA).

A few guys made the obvious jokes about them being “Ho’s” and not “Ha’s” and the girls seemed to encourage the teasing – smiling as the butt of the men’s jokes.

The girls periodically flashed in unison and smiled – causing the audience to belly laugh and cheer. They pointed and occasionally threw snowballs at the girls. The reindeer didn’t let it slow them down. They continued right on, powering through each of the naughty parodies.

There were very few women in the audience, and they were almost always accompanied by a man. The women grinned wickedly each time one of the girls took a snowball to the face or tits. I think they were a little jealous of the girls but also felt like they were being attention whores and deserved it.

All the while, they were jingling the bells around their necks and attached to their costumes (and in their butts).

They sang the entire twelve days of Christmas with dirty words while people laughed and teased them.

“On the 12th day of Christmas, My true love gave to me…”

12 black dildos,

11 cock rings,

10 gags a-biting,

9 crops a-stinging,

8 ropes for binding,

7 whips a-cracking,

6 plugs for training,

5 golden … beads!

4 leather cuffs,

3 nipple clamps,

2 furry tails,

And a butt plug up my fat-ass!!”

Every time the women got to the butt plug – they lifted their jackets, jumped, and spread their legs slightly so that their butt plugs could be glanced at for a moment before dropping the jackets back down.

There weren’t many people around my age, but I noticed a few around my sister’s age. I wondered if she was humiliated by the fact that she had probably ridden the school bus and gone to high school with some of these young men.