Christmas is one of the merriest times of the year for ageplay girls and is best enjoyed with friends and family. However, because my birthday falls two days before Christmas and I was only allowed to make one present request, I’ve never really appreciated it. The family has agreed that this year we will all be gathered at home rather than going on vacation.
We will be hosting Santa at our home this year and invited many guests. but the sleeping arrangements had been made in advance. Anyone else would have to stay at a motel nearby and then come over during dinner party or family time. Immediate relatives and close friends got preference over staying in our house to see Santa.

I observed that my mom had My five cousins, my aunt, and my uncle were all invited. simply so they could see Santa. I moved all of my valuables to the guest room since I knew that if my cousins needed a room, I would have to give them mine. The guest room was the other accessible space, and by accessible I mean that it is suitable for wheelchairs.
I was unaware that we had a surprised visitor; to my astonishment, it was Santa. Dad tried to persuade me to give up the guest room by explaining that Santa now needed it.
Father proposed that I spend the night in their room with them, but I didn’t want to. The trouble of going to their room upstairs is too great.
We all went to bed after the Christmas Eve party around one in the morning. Because the door was painted without being sanded and is now thicker, I noticed that the guest bedroom door didn’t close as it should without having to force it shut. Santa was sleeping loudly just outside the room, so I left the window cracked open, but it was difficult to get comfortable.
I shouldn’t have had so much punch and soda, I reasoned as I felt the need to urinate immediately. I got up and rolled outside to the restroom next to the living room. I observed that everything had quieted down as I was urinating. I went back to my room since I was glad that I could finally sleep peacefully. the bedroom was now, I noticed totally open, but I initially believed it to be the foolish door opening on its own.
Are you awake, by the way? It was Santa, so I leaped and sat back up on my bed. I apologize if I frightened you, but I was just wondering if you had any extra pillows I could use. He remarked, “The couch isn’t as comfortable as it appears.” As I became aware of this, I thought the pillows were just an alibi for him entering while I was in the restroom. I informed him that except for the one I had, no pillows were available.
“Oh you have so much room here, do you mind sharing the bed,” he then says. The bed was only full size, so it wasn’t very large. I was not that little, however, standing 5’10” and weighing 175 pounds. He continued by saying that the living room felt chilly, which was accurate given that it had been raining all day and was around 45 degrees outside. Although it was cold, I considered sitting on the couch in the living room.
I simply told him to take it because I was so exhausted and then I walked to the kitchen to reflect on what had just happened. I was so stupid that I thought nothing could go wrong when I said we could share the bed. I was wearing the same really long, knee-length blouse pajama thing that I wore every day. Although it would totally cover me, I was not wearing any underwear. He wore the same shirt. and flannel pajama-style bottoms. There wasn’t much room for us to be apart, so I urged him to stay on his side. I rolled onto my side, and a few minutes later, an arm came over my shoulder. I pulled it down to my waist, and we were able to finally continue sleeping.
I awake at five in the morning. Although his hands are holding onto my left breast, we are both in the same position. There was no squeezing or groping involved. I didn’t interpret his touch as anything other than simply cupping the breast. Since no one had ever touched my breast before, it was odd, and I felt a little excited. I do, however, have double D-size breasts, so they are not simply disregarded.
I gave him a friendly slap on the hand and instructed him to bring it back to my waist. He apologized and requested a readjustment because the blanket felt a little twisted. He tugged it quickly and firmly, but only far enough down my long blouse to reveal my butt. I was nearly totally exposed. Wow, you naughty girl, no underpants, he exclaimed.
I quickly covered myself up again and apologized since I was so ashamed. Because it was such a cute ass, he assured them that everything would be OK. He inquired as to whether I always slept in that position, and I embarrassedly replied that it was the only way I felt at ease. I was unable to sleep again, the same had just gotten quiet as I leaned to the side, facing him. He had started to snore when I suddenly felt something jab me. I tried rolling onto my back and took hold of whatever it was that was prodding me through the blankets.
Hey, baby you only had to ask, I had grabbed on your penis, he says as he awakens. I let go as soon as I realized what it was, but he added, grinning, it’s okay, you can touch and take off the cover to reveal his flawlessly erect, throbbing penis. He observed how timid I was when I looked at it because I had never seen one in person. I had watched some porn, sure, but Because of my condition, I had never even tried dating.
Santa grabbed my hand and moved it closer to his penis, and I wasn’t sure how to respond because I was so uneasy. But when my desire took over, I got hold of it and started massaging it as I’ve seen in adult videos. I had become aroused, and the blouse was now showing my nipples. He took notice and started to play with them while lightly pressing on them.
He started sucking on my nipples one at a time after I excitedly and mindlessly removed my top. He added, “Look at those wonderful big pepperoni nipples you have; they taste great.” I started groaning gradually. He says, “My vagina has gotten really wet. Let me show you some more moves with my dick, he continued. Do you want to experience my dick inside of you? He queried.
I gave him the thumbs up while nodding, but I also urged him not to carry on since I was afraid of getting pregnant. Santa was robbing me of my virginity, and he promised to take things carefully.
He gently lowered his hard, erect penis inside of me as he lowered me back into the bed and started kissing my neck. My tight vagina eventually started to seem more open to me, and I could feel my insides gently being torn apart. I was in euphoria; it was horrible, but it also felt amazing.
He started to My internal organs were being pushed quicker, and I couldn’t help but scream out in utter delight. My vagina started to constrict on its own, and the resulting vaginal discharge—which included some blood—soaked the entire bed. Since the guest bedroom was nearly entirely cut off from the main house and everyone would still be dozing off from yesterday’s late-night festivities, I wasn’t concerned that anybody would overhear me. I wasn’t sure how long we had been dating, but I reminded him to use the restroom since I was frightened of getting pregnant.
He promised that I would finish inside of you without making you pregnant. Let me demonstrate a new trick to you, so I simply said okay.. pulled my head between his knees as he grabbed me by my long hair. I gently expanded my mouth and bit at his penis until I choked. When he instructed me to swallow everything that came out, I grabbed hold of it and started sucking on it like a big straw. When he entered my mouth, I relished every last drop.
We haven’t slept very well, and it is still 5:30 A.M. He assisted me in washing myself after he carried me into the visitor bathroom. However, we had already showered at 6 a.m. I returned to tidy up the room a little. He pulled the blankets and sheets out and brought them to the outdoor laundry area we had in the rear. I stayed alone on the couch since I was unable to go back to sleep.
He went outside to the living room and sat down on the couch as if he had always been there rather than returning inside. I stayed on the bed for a long before rolling over to the kitchen since I was becoming hungry. I made two peanut butter sandwiches after grabbing some bread and toasting it. Around that time, everyone was awakening to begin opening their presents. Santa was now up and chatting with my parents while sitting on the couch. He insisted that the couch was the most comfortable place to be and that he had slept soundly.

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