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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Breasty Bobbi Meets Santa (MF, rough) By Tom Thumper (tom9211@hotmail.com) *** A neglectful husband gets what he deserves when a case of mistaken identity makes one of his friends appreciate his wife as a woman and lover. *** It was just another card game with the boys when Brad said something weird. "Oh, fuck! My wife is going to kill me!" he suddenly exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?" asked Joe. Brad's young wife Bobbi was the most timid and woman around. Not like Paul's wife. She had just wandered through the kitchen in a see-through nighty, giving all the guys instant boners. Paul especially. Joe remembered poor Bobbi from a party when they were in high school. The party had been a particularly drunken orgy. He and Tanya Watson had burst in on Bobbi with her arms tied over her head surrounded by five drunken jocks, cocks hard and dripping in their hands. The biggest guy had his cock up against Bobbi's trembling lips when they interrupted. The jock had told them to fuck off, but Bobbi had given him this deer-in-the-headlights look. He'd ended up with a broken nose, but Bobbi came up to him a week later and had said 'thank you' in that meek way she had. She was all baggy pants and giant sweaters then, with hair that was always falling over her eyes. Joe was sort of surprised she had ended up with Brad. He went to the strip bars with the guys, was always pinching the cute waitresses on the ass. He even followed Paul's wife out of the kitchen once or twice. Once when in the local gym's sauna, Joe had taken a peek - Brad was pretty hung. But then again high school was seven years ago. Joe was still single and spent his weekends drinking with the guys from work. He ached to have someone waiting for him when he came home from work. But not Bobbi. Bobbi was so mousy. Even now she never wore anything even slightly revealing, and Joe was sure he'd never even seen Bobbi kiss Joe, much less do any of the things he wanted a woman to do to him on a regular basis. Still she always had a smile when she saw Joe. "Ah crap!" said Brad. "I promised her I'd dress up in this stupid Santa suit I've got in my truck. She insisted I get home by twelve o'clock and come in with it and the presents I bought her. She really wants a traditional Christmas." He spread out his cards on the table. "Read 'em and weep boys. Full house!" Joe groaned. That was the last of his money. "I'm on such a hot streak!" Brad said, pulling the pile of bills into his grasp. "Say Joe..." "What?" "You could really do me a favor. I'll let you have your sixty bucks back and another forty if you'd put on the suit, drive over to my place and put the presents under the tree." "No way! Bobbi will fucking call the cops on me!" protested Joe. "She goes to sleep early like a good little girl. Come on buddy. I'll make it $150. Just put the presents under the tree. I'm gonna play cards with these guys until the morning shift at five. Bobbi will never know the difference and you'll be a 150 bucks richer." "Ah, fuck. I could use the money..." "Great," Brad tossed him the keys. "Now get out of here and give me the keys when I see you in morning." Joe felt stupid as hell as he pulled up to Brad and Bobbi's house. Stupid Santa suit! He'd hit a red light, just in front of the Ellisum Library, when a red Mirada had pulled along side with this hot Asian chick driving. She looked over and caught him staring. She gave him this big toothy grin. This girl had amazing cock- sucking potential - Joe was sure. He rolled down the window and was about to ask if she'd like to try his stick shift when she started laughing at him. "You dirty old Santa!" she cried, holding her hand to her mouth. "You wanna bang me and then go home to Mrs. Santy Claw and the kid. Bye, bye!" The light changed and she was gone, speeding down the road. At least all the lights were out in the house, except for the Christmas tree in the front window. Joe couldn't take two humiliations in one night. He pulled on the beard and hat, and lugged the bag of presents over his shoulder. As he quietly trudged through the snow to the front door, he savored the feel of his cock rubbing against the soft velvet of his pants. It was a good thing Brad had told him to strip before putting on the suit. It was hot as hell. Still, he thought, shifting his cock over, best not to slip into the house with a big juicy boner. Bobbi wouldn't understand that! Too bad that Japanese hottie hadn't stayed for some roadside fun. Everything went smoothly at first. He only bashed his shin on the coffee table once. He slipped the presents under the tree and dropped a long little box into a slender stocking embroidered BOBBI. She sure was a freak for Christmas. In addition to the deluxe tree, sagging heavily with ornaments, there were garlands strung every-where, and tons of Christmas cards hung over twine. And there was mistletoe everywhere! She had even gone to the trouble of laying out cookies and a drink for Santa by the Lazyboy. Joe's eye's locked on the drink. A frosty mug of beer. He licked his lips. That sure would be sweet. This suit was cooking him! He settled into the chair and took a pull on the beer. Just what he needed! "Does Santa like his cookies and beer?" a voice purred. Joe jerked his head up like INTRUDER ALERT! Had just bellowed through foot-tall speakers inches from his ear. Luckily he hadn't removed his beard because he was frozen with surprise. In the door way was the hourglass silhouette of the friendliest reindeer he'd ever seen. She was wearing little antlers, a bell collar and a stretchy velvet tan body suit that had made her look completely naked for an instant. Then she turned and revealed a tiny tufted tail that looked very soft and inviting. She shook her long auburn hair, making the bells jingle. "I'm sorry Santa," she said, strutting over to Joe, who was still stunned in the chair. "I'm a naughty girl. I should be all asleep in bed, sucking my thumb." She slid her thumb between her glistening lips and sucked. "But I wanted to show you how much I've grown this Christmas, Santa." She placed her hands on Joe's knees and let him feast his eyes on her jumbo breasts. Her swollen nipples were clearly visible under the body stocking. Holy Shit! Joe thought to himself. Bobbi was all curves and the nicest tits he'd seen in a long long while, except for the magazine type in KNOCKERS. "Ho. Ho, ho!" Joe managed to stutter out in a deep voice. He was trapped and Bobbi would realize she'd exposed herself to one of Brad's friends. "Oh, no Santa!" she squealed. "I'm not a whore." She began to unbutton Santa's coat, revealing Joe's sweaty, toned chest. "Is it because Breasty-Bobbi cock-teases her hubby all the time?" She slipped her hand under Joe's coat and began to pull his nipples. "Why Santa! You're not wearing anything under your coat." She slipped into his lap. "Is Santa feeling hot?" Joe decided to risk talking. "Now, now Bobbi," he said, patting her large round bottom. "You be a good little girl and get off to bed and your husband will be home soon." "No!" She slipped round in his lap, straddling him and pushing her boobs into his face. "I want my Santa! I don't want my husband!" She shoved Joe back in the chair, but he pushed back, knocking her to one side. she fell across his knee. "You be good!" He gave her ass a light smack. But instead of hopping off she moaned and proffered her bottom up to him. "Mmmm... Santa's being wicked!" she said. "What?" He tried to keep his voice deep, but he was too surprised. "Spank me Santa." She was rubbing his lap, getting him extremely hot. "Please Santa! Give me a good hiding!" Joe let her have it. A good solid smack across her generous behind. Her bottom really filled out the spandex velvet. Joe simply couldn't help himself, it was too delicious of a target not to strike. She shudder and gasped and the sound of the spank echoed around the room. "You're so strong today, Santa! I love it when you spank me hard." Her hand was sliding up and down his leg. She was in danger of finding his growing prick. Joe wanted her to find his cock. He was sweaty profusely now and he could feel the horny burning add to his fire. He smacked her eager young bottom again. "And why do you enjoy getting spanked, Breasty Bobbi?" he asked, running his hand up her arched back and then down to her quivering tail. It was then he noticed the zipper tracing her spine. "It's because I'm a naughty little slut," she crooned. He spanked her again and she groaned, rubbing herself harder and harder over his lap. "Because I fantasize about other men coming to the stable and finding me tethered to the hitching post. Horny men. Men who would use me. Naughty. OH! Make me suck their big big dicks. Make me bend over and take it like a loose cunted whore. Except," her hand had finally found his dong and wrapped around him through the velvet pants. "Except I'm a very tight and horny housewife." He started spanking her slowly and then faster and faster, glorying in the feel of her firm yet supple bottom. All the while she undulated on his lap, jingling with each spank from her bell collar. She sucked on her thumb, mumbling how naughty she was while with her other hand she squeezed him, yanking him larger and larger till he could stand it no more. Abruptly he grasped the zipper he had spotted at the collar of her outfit and drew it down her back. The velvet split open like a poached peach revealing her milky white skin underneath. The zipper stopped just above her great bottom which still was flexing and releasing from its discipline. Bobbi cried out with surprise and rolled off Joe's lap. The outfit contracted further and she looked up at him, just managing to hold the now tiny material over her large breasts. She looked shocked. Her generous lips dropped open and her eyes were deer like. Joe remembered those eyes. "Santa, are you having lustful thoughts?" she asked in a husky voice. Her eyes dropped to the front of pants. "Cause the next girl will get a VERY BIG surprise when she sits on your lap!" Joe grunted and tried to push down the giant erection that was threatening to rip a hole in his ridiculous pants. He needed to take control of the situation. He needed to get a grip. He wanted to grip Bobbie by her tits and fuck the daylights out of her. "Strip," he barked. What the hell. Santa was gonna have some fun. Bobbi struggled to her feet still holding the outfit over her boobs. She locked eyes with Joe for a long lingering moment. Joe could feel the blood pulse in his brain. She was breathing heavy, her pupils were dilated. Then she smiled and slowly began to peel herself out of her reindeer skin. As she bent over to slip her long legs out of the spandex, Joe was startled at just how large her boobs were in comparison to the rest of her slender body. They were too large for her body, almost grotesque, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off them. She cradled them in her arms and looked down at him with a smile. "My hubby gave me them for my birthday," she said, arching her back letting them bounce up and down slowly. "I was big before, but I wanted to be eye candy. I wanted to be Breasty Bobbi." "I'm a little mouse to most of the world. But in private I want to be the biggest slut around. Look out Pamela! Men would see my udders and just want to milk me. Every man who really sees me knows I'm good for only one thing, pleasing him. Now men can't control their dicks when I wear my little tees. I've always wanted to have men shooting their loads all over me. Fucking my knockers. Hooters wouldn't take me because, as the jealous head waitress said-" She bent forward and whispered/blew into Joe's ear. "'You're not a waitress you're a fuck doll...'" She raised her hands above her head and began to grove in front of him. "I've always wanted to get as much cum as I could. And just now in bed," she shut her eyes and continued to twist. "I dreamt about Santa coming down the chimney to give me a stocking that was absolutely stuffed with the creamy good stuff." Joe motioned her forward. She obeyed and he slipped his hand over her pussy letting his fingers sink into her sodden thatch and down into her juicy valley. "Mmmm... bushy," he murmured. She dropped to her knees and began to frantically untie his belt. He sat back and let her pull his pants down. His cock sprung up and pushed between her pale melons with their bright red nipples. He was pleased to see her boobs didn't dwarf his dong. "Oh my!" she said pressing her tits around him. "You're not Brad. You're the real Saint Dick!" "That's right Breasty." He grinned. "You'd better run." Bobbi took a sudden intake of breath, then jumped to her feet and pranced away, jingling and jiggling as she did. Her little tail was still stuck on her bottom and for Joe it twitched like a little red flag. He jumped up and roared, kicking off the pants and stripping off the jacket. His muscular body gleamed with sweat. But with the beard and hat he still looked like a porn Saint Nick. He tore after her. She looked over her shoulder and screamed. The chase was on. At first he let her gallop in front of him. He enjoyed the sight of her hair streaming over her shoulders, the slinky action of her tits, her haunches as they pumped. His cock swung heavily up and down before him and his pecs muscles bounced as well. Each time she looked behind, she shrieked or giggled and he became more and more aroused. Finally he caught her by the arm in the hall. He swung her round and threw her up against the wall, her bottom hitting first and then her shoulders. She gasped and he splayed her arms out and began to kiss her neck. She got her legs pressed against the wall and shoved, smashing his back into the other wall, her boobs enveloped around him so they flattened out against the wall. She pulled off and ran down the hall. He was right on her tail. In fact, he reached out and yanked the reindeer tail off her bottom, eliciting a yelp and slowing her down just enough for Joe catch Bobbi and push her face first against the large window at the hall's end. "Time for Santa to ride his reindeer!" said Joe. And he pulled Bobbi's ass up to his cock, pushing her face and tits flat onto the window. Her legs were spread and her pussy was wet, eager and easy to spread. "But Santa!" Bobbi tried to push up from the glass with her arms, but only succeeded in lifting her face, further flattening her tits till they were like two giant spotlights beaming out their breasty news to the neighborhood. Joe ignored her and pushed his cock deep into her pussy. Bobbi let out a cry of pleasure and forgot her complaint. She hadn't lied. Her pussy was snug as a could be. As he started to bang her ass she began to talk, like she was confessing her sins to a priest or some other type of quasi-religious figure. "God that's right fuck me here in front of the window. This is what I've dreamed of Santa, ever since high school." He slapped her haunch urging her to move her body in motion with his steady thrusting. She obeyed. "I've wanted you ever since that party. Do you remember that one? You were with that slut Watson." She twisted her head so she could see Joe. "You might as well pull off the beard Joe. I know it's you." Joe yanked the beard from his face. Now all he had on was the Santa hat and Bobbi's stellar ass. "Oh, did you know what old Tanya Watson is famous for?" Bobbi began to wiggle her bottom as Joe slapped against her. "She's famous for her work with retarded boys! Oooohh yes! Let me tell you when you're a sixteen girl you want it just as bad as a boy does. Good little volunteer Tanya would go visit these slow boys and teach them about the birds and the bees and blow jobs and butt fucking! Oh yes! almost like that, but not nearly as big I bet! They found out cause the next volunteer got bent over as soon as she walked in the door. I bet she had a surprised look on her face, being a nun and all! Tanya's family was able to keep it out of the papers but Oh harder! everybody knew." Joe pulled Bobbi a couple of inches away from the glass so that her boobs smack against the window with the force of his cock. He loved the sound they made. Bobbi was a trooper, keeping her legs tensed, so her ass was a satisfying target. He kept on hitting bullseye after bullseye. She panted now as she talked. "You thought you saved me at that party, right? Actually I sweet-talked each of those guys into the room. I was, and am, SUCH a cock hound. I wanted to be surrounded by those cocks. As you burst in I was going to strip for them get them so fucking hot. But then you came in. I should have been pissed. You should have whipped out yours and made me extra creamy. But instead you rescued me... and I let you. You've been in my dreams fucking me all these years." She gasped and paused letting Joe slip one hand around so he could finger her clit as he slowly fucked her brains out. "Then last month Brad comes home from the gym and tells me about you eying his cock in the sauna. Which is very naughty by the way! And he tells me how big you are too. Now, Brad gets to fuck all the pussy he wants so I asked for my own Christmas present this year. You. And my husband is so sweet! He sends you in a Santa suit with a big boner. Oh, god I'm going to cum! Fucking me against the window, fingering my spot! I've wanted your cock in me, all over me, for such a long long time." She climaxed, banging her fists on the glass. Her knees began to tremble. She rose up and down, riding his cock as she came. She began to lose her balance. Joe grabbed her by the boobs and began fucking her with abandon. This seemed to intensify her orgasm, she began to scream and ram herself further down his cock shaft. With a tremulous gasp she was spent, and sank to the floor. Then, on her knees, she turned round. "Let me suck you," she said. As she went to it, licking his shaft, covering her lips in pre-cum and making it feel like his cock was in a liquid dream, he noticed the window they had fucked in looked right into the window of the next-door-neighbor. In the window was a familiar young Japanese woman being undressed by an older man. Her t-shirt and skirt was off and he was ripping off her panties. He was wisely leaving the high heeled calve boots on. They must have been watching for a while. The young woman had a confused, yet undeniably aroused look on her face. The older man's cock was throbbing hugely in her tiny hand. "There are..." he began to say. "That's Yoshi, the Cook's foreign exchange student," she said, pausing to let his glistening cock slip up and down between her tits. "Looks like Mr. Cook has finally decided to introduce some Western cum to those rosebud lips of hers. Serves her right. She was positively fingering herself watching us when Mr. Cook decided to take her in hand." And then her mouth was back on him, sucking him up and down, tugging on his balls and moaning. She wouldn't stop until she elicited an explosion. Mr. Cook across the way pushed Yoshi to her knees and began to beat off into her face, his eyes locked on Bobbi's tits and Joe's swollen cock. Joe had been right about Yoshi, she did have amazing cock suck potential. Cook arched his back and his cock began to shoot geysers into Yoshi face. It really surprised her at first spattering all over her cheek and face and tits, but then she grabbed hold and began to suck like a Sony vacuum cleaner. Cook wrapped his hands in her hair and rolled his eyes in pleasure. He looked up and gave Joe a weak thumbs up. Joe began to wave back, but then his cock pulsed and the spurts started to cum. Bobbi looked up and began to gulp like it was her favorite slushie, but this was a super-mega big gulp. She sucked and suck and gulped but still it ran out from between her lips and began to spatter on her heaving tits which knocked on Joe's knees. He grinned as she rubbed her boobs in his cum. "Merry Christmas, and to all a good night!" - FIN - * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 26