The mall was crowded. A long line had formed to see Santa. The next customer was a pretty blond with blue eyes. She sat on his lap, hiking up her short skirt and wiggling her butt to get comfortable. She pulled her shoulders back to reveal a pair of swollen tits pushing out from a tight Christmas sweater. Santa smiled at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“Aren't you a little old to be asking Santa for gifts?”

“Not at all,” she replied in a raspy whisper. “I’m only twenty-three and I still believe in Santa Claus.”

“I see. What’s your name?”

“I’m Melanie. Santa, what’s that hard thing poking against my butt?”

“Oh, that’s Santa’s joystick, Melanie.”

“Really? I was going to ask for a joystick for Christmas. Can I see it?”

He glanced at the wedding band on her finger.

“Are you sure? Don’t you think you should ask your husband first?”

“Why would I want to ask him? It’s not his joystick. Besides, he’s at home taking care of the baby. I wouldn’t want to bother him with something as trivial as checking out a joystick. He knows I want one for Christmas. His is too small.”

Santa smiled and turned to his elf.

“Misty, tell the people waiting in line that I’m taking a fifteen-minute break.”

Misty, a senior in high school with dark hair and brown eyes, put a chain across the entrance to Santa’s village. Melanie followed him through a curtain and down a short hallway leading to a dressing room. He unbuckled his red pants. They fell to his feet. He pulled down his briefs. A thick eight-inch cock poked out from between his thighs. 

“Wow. That’s a very big joystick, Santa,” Melanie said, dropping to her knees and inspecting it. “It looks just like the one I want for Christmas. Do you think it will fit in my mouth?”

“There’s one way to find out, Melanie. Do you want to try it out?”

“I would, Santa. Thank you.”

She slid her lips down his thick shaft. Her tongue swirled across the veins bulging out from the hard flesh. Santa put his hands on her head and moved in and out of her mouth, his knob banging against her throat on each thrust. She pushed out her tongue and felt him slide deeper. Melanie licked his balls and slid a hand into her panties.

Misty had followed them, staying in the shadows to keep out of sight. She watched Melanie take Santa’s cock in her mouth. She slipped a hand under her elf skirt and into her panties. Two fingers plunged into her steamy pussy. She pumped them in and out, imagining it was her lips wrapped around Santa’s huge cock. Her thumb found her clit, rubbing frantically as the churning in her belly became more intense. 

Santa slammed into Melanie’s mouth again and again, ramming his cock down her throat on each thrust. Strands of spit drooled from his swollen shaft and dripped down her chin. She massaged his balls with her fingers. Her eyes looked up, begging for more. It was too much for Santa. He pulled out and aimed at her face. Hot cum exploded from the tip, splashing against her cheek and shooting up the side of her nose. More shot across her forehead and into her hair. He shoved his spewing cock between her lips, depositing several more spurts onto her tongue. 

Melanie moved two fingers to her clit and rubbed. Her pussy exploded in a gush that drenched her panties. Santa’s cock dropped from her mouth. She fell forward onto her hands and knees, cum dripping from her lips and chin. Misty went off moments later, soaking her panties as she slid down the side of the wall. 

Santa pulled Melanie from the floor and sat her on a nearby table, removing her panties. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep whiff. 

“Melanie, it’s a tradition for one to give Santa a snack after receiving a gift. Do you have anything to eat or drink?”

Melanie pulled off her sweater. Two shapely tits, capped by swollen pink nipples, bounced onto her chest. A tiny drop of white fluid had formed on the eraser-sized tips. She was still lactating from the birth of her baby six months earlier. She pinched her nipple. A steady stream of white liquid sprayed out and landed on Santa’s beard. She aimed at his face. He opened his mouth. It splashed against his lips and shot across his tongue.

“Cookies go well with milk, Santa. Would you like to taste my cookies?”

Melanie rolled onto her back and pulled her knees to her shoulders. Her shaved pussy puffed out from between her thighs. Glistening pink folds peeked out from a gash down the middle. Santa stared hungrily at the tasty treat. He buried his furry white beard between her legs. His tongue shot out and parted her folds, delving into her steamy passage. She squirmed against his face, gasping and moaning as he sucked and slurped the juices from her body.

Misty crawled on her hands and knees over to where Santa was standing. Her lips found his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Santa pulled his face from between Melanie’s legs, his white beard matted with pussy juice.

“Misty, I’m glad you could join us. Melanie, do you mind if she samples your cookies while I give her a ride on my joystick?”

Melanie didn’t mind. Misty's tongue found her clit. Two fingers plunged into her dripping pussy. Santa stood behind Misty and pulled down her panties. His hard cock slid between her cheeks and split open her folds, disappearing into her steamy chamber. He fucked her with long, hard strokes, burying himself deep on each thrust. Misty continued to suck on Melanie’s clit and finger her pussy.

Melanie’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave. She bucked and squirmed against Misty’s mouth and thrusting fingers, spraying sticky juices across her lips and chin. Santa continued to pound his hard cock into Misty’s pussy. He twisted a finger into her asshole. She went off hard, her pussy clenching Santa’s cock in a series of orgasmic spasms. Her thighs became sticky with juices seeping out from around his throbbing shaft. 

Santa pulled out of Misty and leaned over Melanie who was lying on the table trying to catch her breath. He sucked one of her leaking nipples into his mouth. Hot creamy lactate washed across his tongue. He swallowed and went back for more. His fingers pinched her other nipple. Three streams of baby milk shot into the air. Misty leaned over and got splattered in the face. She drank from it like a water fountain before clamping her lips around the spewing nub.

Santa moved in front of Melanie, spread her thighs and drove his hard cock into her pussy. He fucked her with powerful thrusts that drove deep into her belly. Her gasps and moans were loud and desperate. Misty finished drinking from Melanie’s nipple and climbed on the table, straddling her face. She lowered her pussy to Melanie’s mouth and leaned forward to watch Santa’s cock sliding in and out of Melanie’s cunt.

Santa pulled out his cock and shoved it into his elf’s mouth. The strong taste of Melanie’s pussy washed across her tongue. When she was finished cleaning him with her tongue, she guided him back into Melanie’s juicy fuck hole. Santa pounded into her hard and deep. Misty looked up at him with wild eyes full of lust.

“Cum inside her, Santa. I want to suck it out of her pussy.”

He thrust deep and grunted. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled Melanie’s cunt. Missy rubbed Melanie’s clit. She screamed as the full force of her orgasm reached its peak. Santa pulled out. Misty buried her face between Melanie’s thighs and clamped her lips around her pussy, sucking Santa’s massive load from her cunt. It was dripping from her lips when she spun around on top of Melanie. They kissed, their tongues mingling as they shared the potent mixture. 

“Merry Christmas, Melanie. Thank you for the milk and cookies. Let’s go, Misty. We have eager young boys and girls who need to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.”