“You don’t even know how good your pussy feels.” Andy gasped and twisted my nipple.
“Show me—fuck me harder.” I bit down on my lip and squealed with pleasure.
I had been transformed. I was no longer a virgin that was scared of sex or enamored by the fantasy of what it could be like. I was in the midst of my sexual awakening, and I was begging for him to destroy me. I wanted to see the hurricane in his beautiful ocean-blue eyes. I wanted to watch the storm rage out of control while my lust was satisfied again and again. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build up inside me. I barely had time to focus on it before an orgasm seized my body. An orgasm was enough to pull Zach over the edge, but Andy just enjoyed every spasm without slowing down. His powerful thrusts went as deep as they could go, hammered my g-spot, and sent me into an oblivion of unending need. I had to have more. It wasn’t greed, it was just a hunger that couldn’t be satiated—a yearning that made my lips scream while my body begged. Andy didn’t disappoint. I lost count of my orgasms. They just kept ripping through my body as he devoured each one.
“So fucking good,” Andy growled and every muscle on his gorgeous inked physique tightened. “Damn it, I can’t hold out anymore—I’m gonna cum!”
“Yes! Cum inside me!” My nails dug into his arms, trying to pull him closer.
The first eruption of cum made the condom swell. He kept hammering himself into me and each thrust brought more of his seed from his balls. Even after cumming inside my mouth, he still had a load that rivaled the one his brother unleashed inside my pussy. His cock throbbed and pulsated each time I felt another surge of cum rush through his shaft. When the final one splattered into the condom, I wondered if I would ever be able to cum again. I was weak and weary. My body had given everything to get what it craved and I was so exhausted there was nothing on earth that could have lifted me off that bed. Andy pulled his cock free and dropped down on the other side me of me. Zach finally had enough energy to slide closer and I felt incredibly safe between their powerful physiques.
How am I ever going to experience that kind of pleasure with just one man? They’ve introduced me to a world that I didn’t even know could exist.
I lingered on the edge of sleep with my thoughts spinning. I knew sex would be good when I finally experienced it, but there was nothing that could compare to the reality of it. None of my fantasies were as good as the real thing. The vibrator might as well have been a tease compared to how amazing it truly was. I finally drifted off to sleep and sank into the darkness, but I wasn’t alone. They were there too—telling me that they wanted more. I wasn’t sure my dream would manifest itself when the sun came up. They got what they wanted, and as good as it was, I knew the harsh reality that morning would bring. We were souls that found a connection for one night, but our lives would pull us in different directions—that made anything more than the fantasy impossible. To think otherwise would have been unnecessary torture. That wasn’t the memory I wanted to have of the night we shared.
Andy
“What a fucking night.” Zach staggered into the kitchen and rubbed his eyes. “My legs are still shaking.”
“Yeah, that was the most intense sex I’ve ever had.” I nodded quickly. “I was exhausted, but I barely slept—I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining it and she was still there between us.”
“I wish I could say the same, but I slept like a fucking rock.” Zach poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from me.
“Yeah, she did too. Hell, she didn’t even move when I got out of bed.” I chuckled under my breath. “I guess we wore her out.”
“I think so, she groaned a little bit when I got up, but immediately went back to sleep.” Zach lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip.
“I wish we had met her earlier. Now we only have a few more days until we have to leave.” I sighed and shook my head. “It’ll take a lot longer than that to get enough of those beautiful curves.”
“I’ve been thinking about that.” Zach nodded slowly. “I’m not so sure I want to leave.”
“Um, what?” I blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you yesterday because everything was so chaotic, but Dad said it was okay if we spend some of our inheritance on the orphans.” Zach sipped his coffee and then sat the cup down in front of him. “I want to put on the suit and deliver the presents on Christmas morning.”
“Fuck.” I exhaled sharply. “So you don’t want to go spend Christmas with Mom and Dad?”
“I mean, I do—but these kids don’t have anything. I guess the suit is actually trying to transform me into Santa Claus.” Zach shrugged and reached for his coffee. “Seeing them happy on Christmas morning would be awesome. Flying out on Christmas Eve is going to be such a pain in the ass anyway.”
“I’m not looking for to it.” I sighed and nodded. “Okay, fuck it. Let’s stay here—that means a few more nights with Holly as well.”
“You’re assuming a lot aren’t you?” Zach’s eyebrow shot up and he grinned. “She might have gotten what she wanted last night. We may never see her again.”
“Do you really think so?” I narrowed my eyes. “Want to make a bet on it?”
“No.” Zach chuckled and shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I’d lose that bet. One thing I’m curious about though…”
“Yeah?” I tilted my head to the side.
“What was the message she left on your phone?” He leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee.
“Oh, here—I’ll show you.” I nodded and grabbed my phone.
“Wow.” Zach nodded and pursed his lips as he read her dirty message. “I guess she is getting a stocking full of coal for Christmas.”
“Who is getting a stocking full of coal?” Holly walked into the kitchen and immediately headed towards the coffee pot.
“We were just talking about you.” I laughed and took my phone from Zach. “You definitely made the naughty list last night.”
“Seriously?” She turned towards us and grinned. “I thought I was a Christmas angel.”
“A naughty Christmas angel maybe.” I winked at Holly as she sat down at the table.
“You’re the one that took my clothes off.” She sipped her coffee and continued to grin. “You just couldn’t wait until Christmas morning to unwrap your present. Now, who’s naughty?”
“Maybe we’re all getting coal this year.” Zach shrugged, but he couldn’t suppress a grin that mirrored mine.
“I never got threatened with coal growing up. My parents always said Santa was going to bring me a stocking full of switches if I didn’t behave around the holidays.” She put her coffee cup down on the table. “That was a lot more terrifying than coal!”
“Sounds kinky.” I leaned forward and chuckled. “I bet Santa wouldn’t have many girls on the nice list if he handed out spankings to the naughty ones on Christmas morning.”
“Especially if it was one of you in the suit.” Holly bit down on her bottom lip and grinned.
That makes her eyes sparkle—interesting.
“Oh? Do you need a spanking from Santa?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Maybe—but don’t you have to be a work soon?” She smirked and reached for her coffee cup.
“Right…” Zach grunted and started to stand. “I need to take a shower.”
“Are you taking the first shift?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “You took both shifts yesterday. I don’t mind going first.”
“If you’ll do something for me today, I’ll take both shifts.” He put his coffee cup by the sink and turned back towards the table.
“What do you need?” I looked up at him.
I’m probably going to do anything he wants if it means I get to skip the whole day again.
“Will you call Abigail Winters at the North Georgia Orphanage and see if she can email you the list of stuff that the kids want?” He walked towards the door.
“That’s all? Just a
phone call?” I tilted my head suspiciously.
“No, you also have to meet me after work and help shop for the gifts.” He grinned and left the kitchen without giving me a chance to respond.
“Orphanage? Gifts? What was he talking about?” Holly raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
I told Holly about the orphans and how much of an impact they had on my brother. It looked like her heart melted on the spot. As strange as it was, the thought of going to the orphanage on Christmas morning and handing out gifts actually warmed my heart as well. I had never been very charitable—maybe the suit was wearing off on me too. It led me to Holly and she was certainly better than any gift I could have ever imagined. I wasn’t ready to fully believe in Christmas miracles quite yet, but I felt an attraction to Holly that went further than what we shared the night before. I had never felt that kind of connection with anyone before. Something inside me was changing, and I wasn’t just thinking about the next girl I could get into my bed. I was trying to figure out how to keep Holly there—but that was crazy. Even if we stayed through Christmas, we still had to go back to school.
“Wow, you guys take this whole Santa thing to another level.” Holly looked down at the kitchen counter after filling her second cup of coffee.
“What do you mean?” I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
“You even have your mail addressed to Mr. Christmas?” She chuckled and picked up one of the catalogs that had been casually discarded there.
“Oh.” I pursed my lip and grimaced. “No, that’s not part of the act.”
“Wait—your last name is Christmas?” She sat down and I saw a shocked expression spread across her face. “Oh my god, I lost my virginity to two guys and I didn’t even know their last name!”
“We make a point of not telling anyone what our last name is.” I shook my head and sighed.
“That’s funny.” She started to laugh. “Like, is that a family name or was it changed at some point because your grandfather was playing Santa Claus?”
“No, that’s always been our name—as far as I know. I’ve never done the genealogy myself, but my Dad told us that at some point in our family tree, someone was born on Christmas day and that’s how they got the name.” I shrugged and sighed. “It’s haunted us ever since.”
“I don’t know. It’s kind of cute.” Holly grinned and chuckled under her breath.
Holly made a few jokes about my last name and I suffered through them. I had heard it all before. It wasn’t as comical as she made it sound, but I wasn’t going to deprive her of a few laughs at my expense. Zach finished getting ready and couldn’t resist her lips one last time before leaving to play Santa Claus for the day. I was glad that he was going to handle the suit, but I felt a little guilty about it. It wasn’t what we originally agreed on, even if he did seem to be more excited about the role than when we started. After he left, Holly and I talked for a little while longer before I made the call to the orphanage. Ms. Winters was overjoyed to hear our proposal and promised to send the list over in a couple of hours. They had a few sponsors that were going to make sure the kids had something to open, but most of them weren’t going to get what they wanted. We were definitely going to give them a Christmas they never forgot.
“Would you mind if I went with you today when you do the shopping for the orphans?” Holly tilted her head to the side. “I don’t really have anyone to shop for. It might be fun.”
“You spend a lot of time in the mall for someone who doesn’t have anyone to shop for.” I chuckled under my breath.
“Well, you saw what I picked up the day we met.” Her face twisted into a slight grimace. “I wasn’t shopping for other people every time I went.”
“I thought you said that was a gift for your Dirty Santa party.” I chuckled again. “Did you lie to Santa Claus?”
“I guess you can add another check next to my name on the naughty list.” She giggled and bit down on her bottom lip.
“That’s why you blew me off the other night? You went home and used a vibrator when you could have had the real thing?” I leaned back and grinned.
“Another check…” She shrugged.
“I see.” I unfolded my arms and nodded. “You’re definitely getting a stocking filled with switches this year.”
“Are you going to deliver them personally?” She tilted her head to the side.
“You’re damn right.” I chuckled and started to stand. “But you’re not going to have to wait until Christmas morning to find out what happens to naughty girls.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She lifted her head as I walked around the table.
“Good girls get to sit on Santa’s knee. Naughty girls go across it with their panties around their ankles.” I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Well, that might be a problem.” She giggled and stood up from her chair. “I couldn’t find my panties this morning.”
“Even better.” I grinned and pulled her towards the bedroom.
Holly might have been a virgin when we met her, but there was a kinky girl buried beneath the innocence we claimed the night before. I was eager to find out just how kinky she really was. The thought of having her across my knee, completely submissive and ready for a spanking made my cock throb. I peeled her dress back off her beautiful curves as soon as we got to the bedroom. My lips teased her neck and then slowly moved up to her pouty lips. It was impossible to have her that close without tasting them. I pulled her into my arms and started kissing her as my hands traveled down her hips and cupped her ass. I pushed a finger down past the curve and explored her pussy. She was so wet that she was practically dripping with lust. I pulled back from her lips and stared into her eyes.
“I think someone’s very excited about getting a spanking for all of their naughty behavior.” I pushed my finger inside her to the first knuckle.
“If you don’t get me over your knee soon I’m going to be a lot naughtier.” She moaned and started to push down on my finger, forcing it further inside her pussy.
“There will be plenty of time for that after your spanking.” I took her by the hand and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You might even learn to be a good girl before I’m done with you.”
“I doubt that.” She moaned louder.
We’ll see.
Holly
I was so turned on that I could barely breathe when Andy pulled me across his knee. He positioned me so that I was bent at the waist with my ass directly underneath his hand. I had no idea if he was going to actually give me a spanking—or just tease me. I hoped it was a little of both. I had never been spanked before or even fantasized about it, but the thought of it was driving me crazy. My pussy was so wet that I could feel my lust smeared onto my labia and down to my inner thighs. I had no idea why the thought of being a naughty girl getting a spanking on Christmas morning was such a turn-on. It used to terrify me—enough to be the most well-behaved young lady in the world when the holiday season came. Those were idle threats. I wouldn’t have really been spanked if I was naughty. It was completely different from Andy. I wanted him to spank me, and I didn’t want a few quick smacks either.
“Why don’t you tell me about all the naughty things you’ve done.” Andy dragged his fingernails across my ass and gave me a light pat.
“Where do I begin?” I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “I’ve been pretty damn naughty…”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god.” I tensed up and exhaled sharply when I felt the sting for the first time.
“If you’re a good girl and tell me all of the naughty things you’ve done, I’ll make sure you get a nice reward after your punishment is over.” Andy slid his hand down the curve of my ass and rubbed his finger against my pussy.
“I bought a vibrator—and I used it.” I squirmed on his knee and moaned.
“That’s definitely naughty.” He pulled his finger away from my pussy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Twice.�
�� I lifted up against his hand and prepared for the sting to return.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow!” I slumped down against his knee.
“Is that the only naughty thing you’ve done?” He pushed his hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy again.
“No.” I moaned and gasped. “There’s more.”
The spanking did hurt, but it wasn’t the kind of pain that made me want to ask him to stop. It burrowed into my soul and made me crave more. I thought it would be exciting, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as amazing as it actually was. I definitely wanted Andy to keep spanking me—and I wanted him to spank me harder. There was a certain feeling of liberation in the confession and the punishment that followed. I squirmed against his finger until I worked up the courage to confess something else, and I got the reward I expected in the form of several stinging smacks. I was getting wetter by the second and I knew Andy could tell how much it was turning me on. I was going to need something that could go deeper than his finger when the spanking was over. My body was demanding it.
“Such a naughty girl.” Andy pulled his hand away from my pussy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes.” I moaned and nodded. “Very naughty.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“If I spank you for everything you’ve done, we might be here all day.” He slid his finger back down to my pussy. “Maybe we should save the rest of your confessions for later.”
He’s going to stop spanking me already? I need more…
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