I opened-up my bedroom door, but then I had to pause.
My sister creeping silently, silently along.
I followed her discreetly, knowing it was wrong.
I followed close behind her, in case she needed help.
But what I saw below me, made me want to yelp.
Santa Claus was in our hall, drinking from our brandy.
To make it worse – it made me curse - he was eating all our candy.
Santa saw my sister, in her negligee.
“If you want your presents, there’s a price you’ll have to pay.”
“I might be Santa Claus, but deep down I’m just a man.
Give me a nice blowjob for your presents in my van.”
I saw her think a moment, I saw her pause for thought.
Deep down I knew she’d do it, for the presents he had brought.
Santa’s cock was hard, by the time she took it out.
She knew she had to do it, or for Christmas she’d get nowt.
My sister sucked-off Santa, right there in the hall.
She sucked his cock so sweetly, and then she sucked some more.
I watched her sucking Santa, I watched her take him deep.
It felt a bit unreal, like a dream when I’m asleep.
But it was really happening, I’m afraid to say.
My sister sucking Santa, in a very slutty way.
His cock, it was nine inches, but for her that was quite small.
She opened-up her throat, and she quickly took it all.
Santa groped her tits, as my sister gave him head.
It looked like she enjoyed it, although not a word was said.
Santa made a noise, like a whistle from a train.
From the look upon his face, I thought he’d gone insane.
I heard my sister gagging, heard her muffled shout.
He was coming in her mouth, of that there was no doubt.
Santa’s balls jumped in their sack, as my sister swallowed hard.
He groaned aloud and filled her mouth with half a pound of lard.
Santa pumped a long, long time – I thought it’d never end.
My sister made a retching noise, unable to pretend.
When at last, the job was done, my sister she withdrew.
“What the fuck in hell was that - it almost made me spew?”
“I think I must apologise, I know it’s very hard.
I’ve heard before from other girls, my spunk – it tastes of lard.”
“Tastes of lard, it’s worse than that – it’s like drinking from a gutter.
Any girl who sucks you off, I think must be a nutter.”
“That’s very harsh, I think you’ll find, some girls – they like the taste.