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Father Christmas-in-Law
By Monika Blue
(C)2001 
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Father Christmas-in-Law


It was a Christmas for the record books.  Twenty-four
inches of snow, travel down to a crawl, and flights
down to a minimum because of terrorism fears.  This
was the first year I'd been away from my large
extended family.  This year, it was just dinner at the
house with my husband and his father, who lived in
town.  It was nice, though.  Controllable.  And my
house was cozy, well-decorated, and warm.  A fine
dinner, a bottle (or three) of fine wine, a twinkling
tree, and a blazing fire had all worked together to
make a textbook Christmas night.  The phone call from
James's office barely made an impression on my good
will toward men.   I needed more sugar for the coffee
drinks, and that was all I thought about.  My
husband's quick kiss and squeeze were gratefully
accepted, but just as quickly forgotten in my holiday
rush.  

I stood on the step stool and reached high over my
head to retrieve the box of emergency sugar from the
top shelf of the pantry.  My fingers barely brushed
the edge of my target, pushing it just out of my
grasp.  With an irritated grump, I leaned against the
shelving, pressing to get a grip on the box.  My grunt
turned immediately to a gasp as an unseen finger with
no warning or preamble slid into my pussy.  

"James!" I hissed, unable to hide my pleasure at my
importunate husband's characteristic mauling of my
private parts.  I loved that about him - he was always
hungry for me, as I was for him.  One reason I'd
dressed provocatively for this cozy family dinner in
short skirt and no panties.  But wait!  James had just
left for an emergency network failure of a major
client...

"Partially right," came a hoarse response which made
my cunt clench around the invading digit.  "James the
elder, my dearest daughter-in-law."  A deep, gravelly
chuckle accompanied a deeper thrust of the finger in
my pussy.  I froze - my treacherous sex responding
completely inappropriately to my father-in-law's
advances.  I felt a gush of warmth around his hand as
his thumb found my clit.  "Oh, my delicious cunt... 
I've had my eye on that bare pussy all night.  You
think my rutting stag of a son is the only one who
responds to your teasing?  Well, I've got a little
Christmas surprise for you, my lovely."

I looked over my shoulder to lock eyes with the elder
James - his great white head looming just below me. 
His bright blue eyes danced and his white teeth
gleamed as he gauged my response.  Would I tell? 
Would I scream?  But who would hear, I thought?  We're
alone in this big old house, James the younger gone
for hours.  I tried hard to ignore for a moment the
pleasure pulsing in my sex and take stock of my
situation.  Not that this arrangement hadn't occurred
to me...  and not infrequently.  My husband was the
spitting image of his father - both handsome, both
exuded a sexual energy that natural sluts like me
found irresistible.  I had few hints, however, that my
dear father-in-law felt the same attraction toward me.
 Hmm...  What to do?  

My internal dialogue was cut short as his deft
manipulation of my soft, sensitive parts caused a wave
of tingling pleasure to wash over me, turning my knees
to water.  I groaned as my legs bent, driving his
hard, thick finger deeper into me.  My left arm fell
across his shoulder - my right hand still bracing
against the shelf edge.  I closed my eyes, desperately
trying to organize my thoughts, the feel of his hand
on me making that task nearly impossible.  

"Oh, my girl...  look here" he twinkled up at me as
his gaze then flicked to my breast which my position
had placed bare inches from his mouth.  My half-turn
toward him had made my jacket gape open, revealing the
black lace bra which cradled my flesh, pushing my
hardening nipples nearly through the fabric.  I
followed his gaze and realized that even I wouldn't be
able to resist the round swell of white smooth flesh
presented for his pleasure.  My back arched, seemingly
of its own accord, and that nipple pressed against his
eager mouth.  His white teeth grasped the edge of the
black lace and tugged gently, the dark engorged point
escaping neatly against his waiting lips.  His finely
chiseled lips closed firmly around the aureole and he
sucked my flesh hungrily into his hot mouth.  His left
hand came up to gather my breast to his face, while
his right hand quickened its pace, thrusting deep into
my now burning pussy.  I turned into him, snaking my
arms around his neck, holding onto his fine head to
keep myself upright and pressing him hard into my
chest.

"Oh, my god, Dad..."  my breath was coming in gasps
now as my body's needs completely drove all thoughts
of the inappropriateness, not to say immorality, of
the situation far from my conscious brain.  

"Yes, my little girl?" he mumbled against my hot
flesh.  His right hand slid out of my pussy, leaving
me aching for more.  He leaned away from me, his eyes
never leaving my face.  He brought his fingers up -
covered as they were in my juices - and inspected them
closely, sampling a taste of the glistening moisture
and apparently liking the result.  "Just as I thought,
my sweet daughter" he rumbled "... like honey."  He
stood taking me in for a moment - my feet placed as
wide as possible on the top step of the stool.  His
eyes started at my high heels and coursed up my
stockinged legs.  His hand reached out to follow his
gaze, his fingers sliding softly over the nylon and up
under the short hem of my black skirt.  He found the
lace top of my stockings and dwelt for a moment on the
area where the bare skin of my legs emerged from their
encasement.  

"Oh, Karey, you are a sweet little thing.  My son is
one lucky son of a bitch.  And I use that term
accurately.  If his mother had had one ounce of your
heat, we'd still be married, I guarantee."  He grinned
as he lifted the hem of my skirt to expose the naked
flesh of my pubic triangle.  He pushed the tight skirt
higher, fully up around my waist, leaving me
effectively nude between stockings and jacket.  "And
no panties.  And no hair."  He stroked my soft flesh,
and my eyes closed, focussing on his touch and warm
tone.  The warm tone was quickly accompanied by
equally warm breath against the puffy smooth flesh of
my pubic mound.  "I have to taste this.  I've thought
about this since the first time that boy of mine
brought you home to meet me.  And that's too long to
wait for a meal like you."   He closed in on my pussy
and I could smell my own arousal as his tongue snaked
out to dip into my honey.  His strong hands around my
waist and my hands on his head were the only things
keeping me from falling to the floor.  

As if he'd done this a hundred times before, James the
elder neatly lifted me from my precarious perch,
turned and set me down on my bare ass on top of the
deep freeze to my right.  Handy place for a deep
freeze, I thought.  I leaned back against the wall and
gave over to the heat the white-haired satyr
engendered in me.  I hooked my high heels on the edge
of the freezer, spreading my aching pussy wide for
him.  I gave him a smoldering look through narrowed
eyes, encouraging him to do what he pleased with his
willing Christmas package.  He required no further
permission and with a grin and deep rumbling "Mmmmm"
dove right into the task at hand -- or rather, at
tongue.  My husband was a fabulous lover, but he could
take some serious lessons from his old man on eating
pussy.  Tongue, lips, fingers, all brought me quickly
to the edge of reason.  His strong, big hands guided
my hips to the very edge of the appliance.  My eyes
opened only briefly when his mouth left my cunt.  I
could feel wetness dripping down my ass and was
maddeningly close to orgasm as I curled up from my
position on my elbows to see where my ticket to sexual
release had gone.  

He hadn't gone far, luckily.  He stood before me,
looking down on me with glistening mouth and snaking
tongue which cleaned the residual honey from his
fabulous lips.  What a handsome man, I thought. 
Something to look forward to after 20 years of
marriage.  With a grin bordering on evil, he loosened
his belt, unzipped his trousers and let loose his
engorged cock.  No underwear, either!  Must be some
kind of genetic predisposition.  I watched,
fascinated, as he unfurled that member - very
different from his son's.  James the younger's cock
was a fine specimen, I must say - long and thick and
smooth and straight.  But his father's was another
matter entirely.  It curved like a scimitar up to his
navel.  It was a dangerous-looking weapon!  But I am a
fearless slut and felt my pussy grip and gush at the
very sight of that pointed curve with it's bright
purple head looming.  He placed it at the entrance of
my pussy and with his hand moved it up my slit to my
clit, covering his cock and my cunt with the slick
stuff that poured out of me.  As the head hit my clit
I arched and gasped, wanting nothing more than to feel
that sword inside me.  

"What do you think, my little package," he purred. 
"Do you have any special requests for Santa this
Christmas?"  He worked the incredibly hard tip of that
monster all over my dripping pussy, making me squirm
with delight that bordered on torture.  

"Oh, Father Christmas," I smiled in the spirit, "I
want everything you have tied up in your big sack."  I
grinned and reached down between my legs to take his
huge balls in my hand.  I squeezed gently, making him
close his eyes and groan deliciously.  "I'm a greedy
slut, Santa.  I want it all.  And I want it now!"

He looked down at me like a hungry man sitting down to
a fine Christmas feast.  I moved my hands up to
unbutton my jacket, exposing my breasts which had
escaped completely from the wispy cups of black lace. 


"Well," he said, putting the tip of his cock again at
my velvet door, "looks like I'll just have to open
this package myself."  And with that, he thrust slowly
and deliberately to his full length inside me.  I was
breathless with the feeling of his cock curving up,
filling me and stretching me so incredibly.  I could
almost see the tip of his cock move against my
abdominal wall.  When he was fully in, he grasped my
hips and pulled me toward him - forcing that pointed
head against the roof of my cunt.  I screamed in
delight.  He bent over me then and took my left breast
into his mouth, suctioning my tender nipple while he
moved inside me.  He didn't thrust, amazingly, but
rolled his hips to make that monster cock mix it up
inside my stunned pussy.  It was like being fucked by
a Cuisinart.  I'd never felt every square inch of my
vaginal walls like this before.  It felt like he was
making a map of the inside of me.  And, in a way, he
was.

He straightened up and slid his hands under my hips
once more, watching my face with an avid expression,
reading my reactions.  "Does that feel good, my baby
girl?" he rumbled as he ground his cock inside me.  I
gasped some incoherent answer and screamed as he hit a
spot that had seldom been touched in all my days. 
"Ah!  There you are, you nasty girl.  That's what I
want - " and with that, he levered the length of his
considerable manhood against that singular spot again
and again.  I felt an orgasm building up in me that
promised to be a record setter.  I'd never felt that
team of nerves acting in such concert.  My orgasm was
starting at my very center and radiating outward to
the tips of my fingers and toes.  I could feel it
coming and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 
This man was a master!  I screamed for real as the
tidal wave overtook me finally.  I felt my pussy twist
and squeeze and a great rush of juice flowed out of
me, over my father-in-law's remarkable cock and down
the crack of my exposed ass.  

"Oh, yes, my sweet girl," he growled as he began to
thrust in and out of me in earnest, driving for his
own release.  "You are just as hot and sweet and tight
as I knew you would be.  God!  You were worth the
wait, my girl"  and he shoved deep inside me and shot
what felt to be a huge load of hot semen deep into my
stunned cunt.  And without effort, I felt my pussy
grasp and milk that cock as it throbbed and bucked and
lashed inside me.  Oh my god, I thought.  I'm going to
need this every day!  It was as if my pussy was
thirsty for him and his seed, and above all else, my
pussy must be satisfied.  I thought that James the
younger and I were made for each other, but it seems
that there's another cock I was born to fuck, as well!
 Well...  at least it was all in the family.

With a few, long strong strokes James the elder
finished with relish.  Amazingly, the man was hardly
winded and I was a trembling wreck!  My pussy pulsed
with a fervor that bordered on frenzy.  God!  Could it
be that I was ready for more from this machine?  The
big man didn't even pull out of my dripping tunnel -
he simply nestled his member inside me, again watching
my face as he did so.  "Did you like your present, my
baby girl?" he smiled and I smiled back, as best I
could.  

"That was the best present I can ever remember
getting, Father Christmas" I gasped, glad he was still
inside me.  My pussy continued to contract
rhythmically but gently around its guest.  

"And you're a fine package, yourself," he grinned and
reached out to roll my still-hard nipples between his
fingers.  I again had to close my eyes and gasp as his
touch set me off again.  My eyes flew open in
amazement and I saw his gleeful grin as his cock
swelled inside me and he began a slow stroking in my
sloppy slit.  I could feel the mingled juices flow out
of me as he pulled out and the liquid that filled my
cunt was noisy and fragrant.  What was this man made
of?  And why had it taken me five years to find out?

"Dad... " I groaned as the rhythm he set up began to
drive me again.  "You are...  amazing!"  My head fell
back as he pushed inside me, working his cock again to
its hard, curved state.

"And you are full of cum, my pretty package.  There's
lots of cream to whip in that tight, hot pussy of
yours, isn't there!  Mmmm...  what a nice gift, my
darling daughter.  You are too good for that son of
mine."  I looked up at him, managing to raise one
eyebrow in reaction to his statement.  He laughed. 
"For that matter you're too damn good for me!" and
with that he began his circuit of my cunt, again
finding the spot which he poked with the hard tip of
his penis.  "Oooohh I love that spot, I can feel you
grab when I hit it." And he was right.  I felt my
pussy clench around the full length of his amazing
dick.  He drove hard into me.  I felt my pubic floor
open to accommodate him, to welcome that cock and
those sensations that again built up so rapidly.  I
was cumming again, and this time another orgasm
followed on the heels of the first, and another after
that.  And he shot inside me again, crying out as he
did and grinding that pole deep inside me.  I felt him
release again and this time he paused afterward.  He
lay his big, white head between my breasts and
breathed heavily, still buried inside me
.
"Girl, you've worn me out," he breathed, laughing. 
"And I can't say that's ever happened to me before. 
That's one athletic pussy you've got there!"  He
raised up over my body which was devoid of any ability
to move at this point.  What was this man's story?  Is
this what I had to look forward to with James the
younger?  I was all set, then, I must say!  Definitely
something to look forward to!  But this man was
remarkable, no doubt about it.  I smiled up at him
blearily.  
He stood up and slowly, reluctantly, pulled his nearly
flaccid but still sizeable cock from my pussy. 
Amazingly, even after that workout, it took a little
effort to get that purple head from my entrance.  The
quiet "pop" was followed by a stream of cum that
leaked out and down my ass and thighs.  My
father-in-law stepped back and took in the sight of my
wide open, pouring cunt with a delight that amazed me.
 

"Oh yes, my toy," he narrowed his eyes and grinned,
dragging a finger through the river of cum.  "You're
better than a train set!"  He put his finger in his
mouth.  God!  He was insatiable and nasty!  I loved
it!  With no preamble, he pushed my knees back until I
was folded nearly in half and my ass rolled up from
the top of the freezer.  He bent and licked from the
top of the crack of my ass to my clit, scooping the
copious juices with his tongue.  I was limp with
desire and satiation.  He pulled me up and kissed me,
siphoning the mixture he had collected with his tongue
directly into my mouth.  I drank it in greedily,
sucking his tongue into my mouth like it was his
amazing cock.  Which gave me an idea!  But before I
could act, he moved me again, his eyes burning now. 
He rolled me back again, and put his mouth to my
pussy, sucking hard, swallowing, cleaning every bit of
our juices from my pussy lips, my ass and my thighs. 
I squirmed and came and came again.

I pulled his head up, unable to stand another set of
orgasms like the ones he'd given me so far. 
Reluctantly, he followed my lead and I kissed the
juices again from his lips, his tongue and face.  Then
I slid off the freezer, sliding down his length, my
knees spread on either side of his legs and I took his
cock into my mouth to return the favor.  Luckily it
was still only half hard and I was able to take most
of it into my greedy mouth.  I tasted the sweet
mixture of juices in the folds of skin as I rolled his
cock around with my tongue.  My lipstick and starchy
leavings mingled in his salt-and-pepper pubic hair. 
What's black and white and red all over?

The member began to rise again.  This man was a case
study, for sure.  I "mmmm'd" around the hardening
shaft, delighted to feel the curve assert itself. 
This was a cock to write home about.  This was a cock
made for a woman's pleasure.  And it was again
achieving it's purpose.  My right hand followed my
lips, my left made a circuit through his thatch of
graying hair -- nails lightly separating the tangle --
and around the heavy testicles.  His hands guided my
head, combing my terminally mussed hair, tracing the
seal of my lips around his cock.
"God, girl.  My son has taught you well," he groaned,
thrusting forward slightly as his cock reached full
mast again.  I trilled the spot just below the tip of
his meaty head in response.  I pulled the skin taut
with my hand as I gently drew my bottom teeth along
his length and suctioned my saliva from the tip.

"What makes you so sure he taught me? " I twinkled up
at him.  Then I lowered my throat upon him, my tongue
tracing zigzags along the underside.  He groaned
again.  I felt the twitching begin.  I pulled back to
get a look at the mighty weapon that had so pleasured
me.  "I play by ear," I whispered, just a bit in awe
of his stamina.  I kissed the smooth skin and licked
the tip that leaked a drop of liquid.  I looked up to
lock gazes with the man.  His teeth gleamed again at
me and his hand cupped my chin.  I took him into my
mouth once more, this time for the duration.  My eyes
never left his face as I worked diligently on the
fleshy scimitar.  His head rolled back and he released
another load of sweet cream into my thirsty mouth.  I
swallowed every drop and licked up the remaining
mixture like an ap ritif.  Which reminded me...

"Sugar!" I hooted, with a last kiss on the paternal
member.  

"Honey!" my in-law rumbled in response.  I was pleased
to see his knees buckle...  finally.  I stood, tucking
my breasts again inside their black lace encasement
and smoothing the short skirt over my quivering
thighs.
  
"I need the sugar," I murmured, planting a fragrant
kiss on his shapely, slack lips, "for the coffee." 
Each with a hand on the other's cheek, we stood for a
moment before I once again climbed the step stool.  I
reached the box on the first try with an amazingly
relaxed arm.  I held the box in front of me,
displaying its front like a mussed Carol Merrill. 
"Sugar."

"Sweet," he grinned, extending a hand to help me down
from my perch.  

"Sweet indeed," I breathed as I passed his great head.
 

"And a merry Christmas, daughter," he chuckled.

"And to you, Father Christmas," I grinned, brushing my
breasts against him as I descended.  "God bless us..."

"Everyone..." he finished, placing a hand on my ass as
we exited the pantry.

-end-


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