Seasonal frolics with a dept. store 'Santa' and his elves.
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The second afternoon shift ended, and Malcolm and Sylvie walked together from grotto to changing rooms.
"Might I borrow your shower?"
They went into Malcolm's room together. He did not really want to pace up and down outside. He sat on a chair, turning it away from the shower cubicle. He was surprised to find Sylvie hopping back onto his lap.
"Santa, you didn't ask me what I wanted for Christmas."
"Well, Sylvie," and what do you wish for Christmas? What shall I bring down your chimney?"
He was astounded. Sylvie was naked on his lap. A dream come true! And what would she wish for Christmas? He would love her to have said something like a set of sexy underwear or even an electric vibrator, but of course she did not. A rather fine Italian coffee machine did not really have quite the same connotation!
"That's a big present for a little girl. Would you rather a 'Little Miss make-up set' or a coloring book?" They were what were in the neatly wrapped little presents for the children in his big sack beside his chair. No little boy or girl went home with an Italian coffee machine, and most certainly not an electric vibrator or sexy underwear!
He was still sitting there, head turned away, when she came back out of the shower and toweled herself. That did not mean he had not been looking through the obscured glass and watching the vague shape of her hands upon her naked and pink fuzzy form. Malcolm was more than a little surprised to find Sylvie hopping back onto his lap.
"Sylvie! You, you haven't dressed."
"You noticed!"
How could he not. In the grotto he had been looking down her cleavage. He was seeing more than her cleavage now.
"Sylvie! I don't expect naked elves upon my lap!"
"Oh come, Father Christmas, do I believe that? All those long days and nights up at the North Pole in your cabin. No Mrs Christmas or Mother Christmas to keep you warm in bed. I am sure you pile up the fire, so it is so very hot in your cabin, and you make all your elves work naked and, you enjoy them."
Sylvie's hand came into the red robe, sliding between buttons.
"I thought you didn't wear anything underneath. And, I am right!"
and then a gasp,
"My, what a big cock you've got."
It was a mixing of stories. Red Riding Hood perhaps sitting on 'Grandma' or rather the Big Bad Wolf's knee. It had nothing at all to do with the Father Christmas story. Sylvie glanced at the door and then drew the penis out from between the folds.
"Wow, wow," she said. A man likes to be complimented and a man very much likes to have a young girl's hand around his cock.
"Oh, Malcolm, Father Christmas, wouldn't that just please all your little elves!"
It was there standing by her naked pink thigh. Her fingers barely touching it, just enough to move it, slowly pulling the foreskin down as far as it would go, exposing the head. The girl then stroking the smooth membrane of his knob against her skin. It was there in her hand, her fingers curled around it, the head pushing up between them, the flared corona, the tautness, and the dark purple band.
"Now that is what I do want for Christmas, a really big cock."
Malcolm was certainly perspiring now. The suddenness and unexpectedness of the turn of events. His hand moved and rested upon her thigh, unclad by green corduroy. He found his voice, it started rather higher in pitch than usual,
"Not a big plastic one then, wrapped in tissue paper?"
"Red and green tissue paper? So that its shape showed through? Yours would look good wrapped. It would be a very cock shaped parcel. Wrapping it in tissue, pieces of tape holding it tight. Gift wrapped! It is a lovely shape, all very 'cocky.' Look at this big knob."
Her voice was husky and had deepened, she drew up the foreskin and then rolled it back down again.
"Very knobby! Just what a girl wants in her stocking. Or in her knickers!"
Sylvie looked up at Malcolm. Up and down went the foreskin, Malcolm ventured,
"Would you like that, Sylvie?"
"Oh yes! But I shouldn't. Really shouldn't. And I'm not sure it would. Well, of course it would, but it might take a time. It's so much bigger than. A pity the lock doesn't work."
Sylvie was very much staring at it. She pulled the skin down and squeezed making the bulb swell.
"It does now, it's been mended."
Sylvie did not need to know it had been Malcolm who had mended it.
She looked at the door as if making a decision and then hopped off his lap and turned the key. She turned and stood looking at him with his cock turgid and sticking up out of his robe.
"Mmm, my Father Christmas with a great big cock. Elvin, you see, Malcolm, he does not have a very big one. It's nice and he knows what to do with it. Only, it's not big."
"Really? I'd have thought,”
But, of course, Malcolm knew. He had seen Elvin's penis many, many times through his binoculars doing all sorts of things, even spurting. He had seen it in Sylvie's hand, her mouth, her vagina and, yes, her ass.
"Will, will Elvin mind? I wouldn't want to,"
It was generous of Malcolm. Most men would probably have gone with the flow. With a naked girl upon their lap seemingly wanting to fuck, few would have paid much attention to another man's feelings. It was to Malcolm's credit, and it certainly raised his credit with Sylvie.
She kissed him;
"You are sweet, Malcolm, he doesn't really need to know but I don't think he'd mind. Not really."
She sat there on his lap looking at it, her fingers stroking. Sylvie looked straight into his eyes.
"I suppose I shouldn't, not without asking. Perhaps not today, then. Having got you all excited, I’ll make sure you have that happy feeling but, but, not in there until I've asked. I've got awfully wet. Have you something else you could put up there?"
Malcolm lifted his hand and spread his fingers. He did have rather big hands and chunky fingers.
"Would these do, How many?"
The young lass bit her lip, "I don't know." She was looking again at Malcolm's cock; it reared up before her and was certainly rather thick.
He touched her thigh. The skin so soft, as he had known it would be when he had watched her from his window. Malcolm was not hurrying. He wanted to get it right so there would be other times. Other times of intimacy with his pretty little elf. His fingers did not race for the dark triangle of hair, but they got there in the end. Stroking the soft springiness before a single digit delved into the moss and found her womanly divide, the little start to a valley which led to a pool of wetness and a cave of pleasure. A slow stroking down the valley and then back again until Sylvie's legs opened wider, as women's legs will open to the man who plays the right tune.
"Oh!"
Malcolm had not bypassed Sylvie's little man. He had stroked its hood before moving to stroke its smooth hardness. Lovely to see her reaction, her mouth opening and closing as he gently rubbed his finger over it, back and forth until he slid his finger forward and into her in one fluid movement. No resistance. Sylvie was nice and wet.
A second finger and Malcolm smiled at Sylvie, a smile almost hidden by his moustache and beard. She was not to know but it had been years since Malcolm had had his finger (or anything else) inside a woman. His actions reminiscent of riding a bicycle, it was not something you forget how to do! Whether fucking with prick or fingers, the in out action is not too difficult to master. Malcolm's thumb found Sylvie's little man again.
He brought his fingers out and up to his face and pushed them into his mouth tasting Sylvie. Two of his fingers, little different to the thickness of Elvin's prick. Sylvie was not to know, but that was exactly what was in Malcolm's mind, the thought of sucking on Elvin's cock freshly extracted from Sylvie. Rather better than his own fingers - a boy's cock all wet from his girl.
The next time his fingers came out it was for Sylvie's mouth not his. Malcolm was beginning to get things into Sylvie. When his hand went back between her thighs it was three fingers. Three thick fingers opening her. Her hand came down, not to stop him, but to bring the oscillation of his pushing fingers to the speed she wanted. A fourth finger joined the three, only it was not one of Malcolm's. There was eroticism in that, not perhaps the extreme eroticism of joining Elvin inside Sylvie, a probably impossible project but an idea that very much pleased Malcolm. Two penises in the one vagina, moving as one. Hardness against hardness whilst otherwise around them, clasping so tightly, soft, squishy wetness. Double barreled indeed, able to be discharged separately or in unison, two urethral openings oozing and ready to fire.
Like, but not the same. Still so good to have Sylvie's single finger in there with his three, and his thumb sharing clitoral duties with her own. Her free hand returned to his penis, stroking it against her thigh, pushing it into the flesh so she could feel its strength and size. Only as her orgasm approached did she start wanking it again. Her movement matching the speed of her finger and Malcolm's three inside her.
He had seen Sylvie's face before, in orgasm; but so good to see it close in person rather than through his binoculars; to see the perspiration upon her forehead and wonder if it would be too forward to lick it off. She sat there on his lap shivering in aftershock, her fingers still both inside herself and around his cock.
"I suppose a little lick won't matter."
"I don't suppose it would, Sylvie. I've never been able to reach!"
"Would you like to have it done?"
Malcolm nodded.
"Elvin can lick his own! Mmm. He's very flexible."
"Really? I'm amazed, or is it impressed?"
"We both suck his cock, but I do it rather more."
"Self suck or Elf suck!"
Sylvie hopped from his lap and his fingers.
"Shall I kneel?"
Malcolm shrugged,
"Or I can stand."
Sylvie looked at him,
"How would an elf suck Father Christmas?"
"Is that a Christmas cracker joke?"
Sylvie giggled.
"I can't think of a punch line."
"Why doesn't Santa have children of his own?"
"Go on Malcolm, why?"
"He only comes once a year!"
"So, this is your lucky day."
Sylvie knelt between Malcolm's parted knees and open white trimmed red robe, his black boots still upon his legs. She looked at the big cock standing in front of her, actually leaning a little to the right, Malcolm's big balls hanging.
"So big, Malcolm. I must measure it, but first a little lick."
Tongue to taut fraenum, the bifurcation of the knob and the little bridge of skin right there, a shock really to Malcolm to have that touched first by her tongue. It made the penis jump back and then slap at her face. Sylvie giggled and licked some more. Malcolm stared down at her, seeing the girl licking his cock like an ice cream cone.
It was one of the things he had dreamt of or imagined standing with binoculars staring at her and Elvin as she toyed with Elvin's cock with her lips and tongue, imagining it was her tongue on his erection and not on Elvin's. Her tongue licking all around the dark purple edge of his knob, up and onto the smooth head. Round and round. Then she dragged her tongue slowly up Malcolm's shaft and then attempted to suck, not that Malcolm could see that. He saw the top of her head but very much felt her lips rounded and soft upon the very end of his knob and then expanded as they were pushed downwards. And, after all, she could take it in, just. Her lips around his corona and then a little bit further, just a little down the shaft.
"Ho, ho, ho, there's a good little elf!"
Sylvie came up blinking, looking up at Malcolm leaving his now mouth-wetted knob alone for a moment or two.
"Was that all right? I've never, Father Christmas, sucked such a big one. It really is quite a cock. I know where I'd like to put it. I suppose I could just have a little practice. Only half in, not really the full, "
"I think it would be fair on Elvin,"
"You're right, Malcolm."
"You should be extra nice to him tonight."
And, he almost added, 'and make sure the light is on so I can see' but thought better of it. Despite what Sylvie was happily doing she might not take kindly to discovering she and Elvin had been so closely watched being intimate.
More sucking, rather more licking and certainly plenty of stroking. Sylvie's face very much close to and her mouth very much at Malcolm's penis.
"Sylvie, you do know what I'm going to be doing very soon?"
She looked up, bright eyed, with her hand clasped around the shaft.
"Oh yes, I know!"
"Only you are likely to get it right in your face or in your mouth. Do you mind?"
Sylvie pulled the loose penile skin up and over the smooth knob.
"Not at all, Father Christmas, go on, may I have my present?"
Her hand moving his foreskin just as he did so often.
She was still smiling when he did come. And Malcolm saw it, as well as very much feeling it, the white stuff, his 'snow,' all at once upon her face, a generous present. And the dear girl moved her mouth right over his knob and licked as he spasmed, her tongue right across his urethral opening as her hand moved the faster. Good fast but regular strokes, milking him out into her mouth.
Sylvie looked up at him from his cock. Cum on her face, cum on her lips.
"Was that OK, did I do well?"
He drew her up and kissed her. His lips to hers, his tongue licking across them and then to her face, washing the cum from her with his tongue.
"Can't have you going home like that!"
Even with her face washed, Sylvie chose to shower but not alone this time. Even with his penis now soft and floppy it was wonderful to have feminine soapy hands all over it and have the girl in the shower with him. His 'package', his unwrapped 'Christmas present' in her hands.
That night Malcom walked from bathroom to bedroom in his usual 'birthday suit' way. No flowing robe, no black boots. It was, in some ways, a pity the elf costume on Sylvie did not involve shiny black boots. He would rather like to see Sylvie in black boots, perhaps to her knee, perhaps even thigh length. Thigh length and nothing else, or perhaps a skirt to lift, or little tunic. He had cum on Sylvie's face that afternoon but that did not stop him rising as he walked. His penis was aroused again. It would be good to see Sylvie with black boots in her bedroom through his binoculars, getting ready to have sexual relations with Elvin. Actually, he would not mind seeing Elvin in thigh length black boots and a tunic either. Sylvie lifting his tunic to reveal his little cock.
What a development that afternoon. Malcolm stood with firm erection against the glass. As firm as it had been in Sylvie's hand (and mouth) that afternoon. He raised his binoculars. He had not had to use them that afternoon, hardly - the naked girl had been on his lap! Across the way he watched the couple coming from the bathroom, Elvin's little cock not yet erect. Malcolm could have covered it with his hand, held cock and balls there in his palm. Certainly not something Sylvie and Elvin could have done with him even together in his aroused state pressing against the glass. He watched when, upon their bed Sylvie reached and make Elvin more manly. The hand that had held his cock so firmly that afternoon was now holding her boyfriend's. The hand that had so pleasantly moved his skin was now raising and lowering Elvin's foreskin. Malcolm's teeth showed within his snow-white beard as the mouth that had sucked his knob now sucked another's cock. It was good to see. Malcolm enjoyed the voyeuring. He liked to see another man's penis played with and sucked. Elvin's balls jiggled as Sylvie fellated.
Up came her head and they were talking. Was Sylvie raising the idea with Elvin? She had certainly raised something! Perhaps a good time to bend a man to your desires, when you have his cock in your hand. And she certainly had that. Not a large cock, not like the one tapping against his window glass, on the inside, leaving a smear of pre-cum on its surface.
Not like that. Was this the moment when Sylvie asked her question, would Elvin mind if she fucked Father Christmas? What a strange question! Elvin's cock in her hand, its knob shining with her saliva. How good it would be to be in their bed with them, or they in his bed. It had been so good with lovely Sylvie that afternoon but why should he not be greedy? Why not imagine playing with both of them together? He hoped Elvin would say yes to Sylvie sliding herself down his pole but better still if Elvin wanted to join in, yes, 'come' as well!
It all looked promising. There was no 'scene,' no anger or remonstration from Elvin. On the other hand, he did not see Elvin nodding his head or making some thumbs up gesture. Malcolm would have to wait to hear from Sylvie on the morrow. He could wait, some men enjoyed a nightcap before bed: perhaps a glass of brandy or cocoa. Malcolm found a good wank helped him sleep. The wank was good. The glass duly splattered. Elvin and Sylvie put up a good performance for him, not that they knew.
Part 2
Seasonal frolics 'Santa' and his elves in the snow.
"Elvin couldn't believe. He said I couldn't possibly want, "
she tailed off. It was the end of the afternoon shift. They were in Malcolm's changing room. He had sat down, and she had popped up onto his knee. There had been no question the action was sexual. Not where she put her hand.
"I had asked him if I might, but he said surely I couldn't really want, "
Malcolm finished for her.
"To fuck an old man, is what I expect he said. A really old bloke."
Sylvie looked embarrassed.
"Well, that's sort of, "
"Meaning, yes! That's exactly what he meant!"
Of course, Elvin did. Father Christmas illusion or not, Malcolm was another man and an old one at that!
"I explained having worked with you, How soft your white hair is, all over."
Sylvie's hand slipped into his robe and patted Malcolm's pubic hair. The snow-white patch of curls, springy and soft under her patting fingers. There was white hair to his chest, even a sprinkling to his back and most certainly legs. Sylvie's fingers encircled.
"I told him what a big present you had for little ladies. He didn't believe me."
"Did he want to see?"
"Opening your red coat and, I like that idea, Malcolm, I really do. You in all your Father Christmas stuff, your long red robe, and black boots but nothing underneath and out you come! I don't know what the young mothers would think, Malcolm, if they knew."
"We are all naked under our clothes."
"Yes, but, it's just different with no trousers or underpants."
"Like a woman in fur coat, boots and nothing else."
"That's an image I like. Come in, miss, out of the cold and let me warm you up!"
"You'd like those young mothers on your knee wouldn't you, Malcolm, not so much as feeling in your sack for a present as feeling under your robe to see what was there. They can make a wish if it's hard!"
Malcolm's wishing stick was hard in Sylvie's hand.
"What are you wishing for, Sylvie."
"To make this disappear inside me."
"You sure? Did Elvin?"
"He said, OK, go and fuck the old boy if you really want. He likes you enough, but he didn't expect, he didn't expect me to like you that much. Um, could I measure? I promised I would."
Sylvie hopped up from his lap to her handbag. A tape measure, a dressmaker's flexible tape measure in her hand.
"May I measure your penis, Mr Butteridge, for size?"
Malcolm stood as Sylvie knelt, opening his robe so his firm penis stood for the girl. A very manly feeling for him, standing so strongly erect. Sylvie did some pleasing strokes to make sure he was indeed fully firm, and then stretched the tape up it from pubic hair to tip before encircling close to his snow-white curls.
"Seven and three-quarter inches and five and a quarter around. Elvin's going to be impressed. He's five inches and four and a quarter round."
Sylvie was sitting there in her pinafore long dress; it had rucked up a little, so her knees showed above her long red socks. She still had on her bright red woolly bobble hat and her black pigtails moved as she talked. Malcolm reached and began undoing the buttons of her red shirt. A privilege he seemed now to have. The young girl did not stop him, nor when he reached inside brassiere and shirt to fondle a breast. The nipple was hard suggesting a woman ready for sexual intercourse. In her hand Malcolm's prick, it too was hard and ready for sexual intercourse.
"Would you like to shower with me, Malcolm?"
He was not averse! Standing he watched Sylvie undress and then undid his broad leather belt and took off his robe. Possibly a fine figure of a man, an old man, naked but for black shiny boots. His long white beard and equally white hair, his white body hair and snow-white pubic hair; indeed, a bit of a paunch but did not that make him the more like Father Christmas and, of course, there was that impressive prick rising from the snow-white curls.
Sylvie smiled at him, amused perhaps at how the black boots added to his allure. What was she doing with a man old enough to be her grandfather, great grandfather perhaps? He was sure it was the Father Christmas connection. Did she like the idea of being an elf looking after him, seeing to his needs, and were her thoughts that Malcolm's 'wonderful' cock certainly looked needy?
Sylvie led him into the shower. She had turned the water on, and taken her socks off, bending at the waist to do so and deliberately doing so with ass towards Malcolm, was she half wondering if she might feel a fleshy hardness catching her not quite unawares! Sylvie liked a shower at the end of the day and no doubt it was even better to have a man in there with her. She reached for the soap. No doubt Father Christmas would expect his elves to soap him at bath time.
A rather nice thought in Malcolm's head of Father Christmas in a big slipper bath in the middle of a bathroom with several elves clustered around, their red shirts sleeves rolled up and washing him with soap, sponge and brush perhaps singing a merry bathing song. Would the elves keep losing the soap and having to feel for it; might one have to get naked and get in with Santa to find it; would Santa's big cock surface and wave around to their giggles; would the elves take it in turn to suck? Father Christmas standing after his bath, being toweled by the merry elves, standing with white beard, twinkling eyes, rounded stomach, and powerfully upstanding cock
Sylvie dropped to her knees and as the warm water cascaded down, she sucked, her eyes closed luxuriating in the pleasure of a really good suck, and on such a big organ to boot. She raised herself up and put her arms around Malcolm's neck and drew herself up.
She was not a large girl and even at his age, Malcolm was a strong man able to bear her weight, helped by leaning back against the tiled wall. Sylvie drew herself up and then let herself down, knees open either side of his hips and stomach and let her body slowly slipping downwards. Malcolm just held her, ensuring she fell neither to left nor right, or backwards away from him; her thighs wide apart as down she came so his knob was right at her entrance, pausing as if she was balanced upon it, and then slowly her weight, not great but more than sufficient, took over. There was no thrusting on his part. Sylvie's weight did everything. Slowly her feet descended inch by inch to the shower tray as Father Christmas' thick cock was forced up into her, forced by her weight alone, her feet and legs dangling. Sylvie shuddered in sexual excitement, she was on Father Christmas' spike, was being 'spiked.' Up and up into her body went the rigidly firm and so substantial organ until dark curls merged with white and her feet touched the shower tray. They were engaged in sexual intercourse. Sylvie all of twenty-five had a cock three time older than that inside her, really inside her. It was pretty much all in. She paused trembling, never having felt such a cock.
"How's that, Santa?"
"Just perfect, Sylvie. Your wet warmth is simply a delight. And for you?"
"I feel so full."
"Stuffed?"
"Yes! Will you be leaving some stuffing behind?"
"I might, I might well."
And the fucking began in earnest.
It would be difficult for Malcolm not to leave his 'stuffing' behind or rather difficult for Sylvie to avoid receiving it. She was well and truly pinned on top of his cock, very much riding it. Sex in the shower, so sensual with the water streaming down. Malcolm's hands clasping Sylvie's ass cheeks as he moved her up and down and she very much helping, pushing herself up with toes against the shower tray and then relaxing her ankles to let herself slip back down the cock. She was very happy to be enveloping it, having her sex rubbed and stimulated. Pleasing sexual noises coming to their ears, sucking and squelching sounds.
"Do you like boys as well as girls?"
It was out of the blue. Quite out of the blue. Was it because he had been so forward as to have his right forefinger up to the knuckle in her bum?
"Why would you think that?"
"I just, I just wondered."
"Do you like girls then?"
"No, I think I'd have difficulty with the other elf lasses but, I suppose, elves do as Father Christmas tells them. Would Father Christmas like watching the girls together? Would he tell them what to do?"
Malcolm's white head went up and down in agreement. Like most men, lesbianism pleased. Women without men, cock-less sex, sex with something very definitely missing! But, of course, all those so pleasing boobs and warm wet places, shapely asses and pretty faces and bodies, a delight to the eye and a stimulation to that organ missing from the scene.
The elves would certainly do as Father Christmas said or there would be spanking. Forced or rather commanded lesbianism. Malcolm liked the idea. Girls kissing girls always so erotic. Nice to think of telling Sylvie to kiss another girl 'properly.' How about that pretty girl he had seen in Ladies Lingerie. Not actually herself in lingerie, and would he not like to see that, yes, white lingerie contrasting with her deliciously black skin, but working in the lingerie department of the department store. She seemed ever so shy. How would she find it as one of his elves being told to kiss Sylvie. Nice enough imagining them one on each knee in the grotto in their elf outfits and him bringing their faces together. And what else might he bring together somewhere more private. Nipple to nipple. Hard pinky red nipples against equally hard black ones. And then might he make them each kiss other lips. French kiss of course, with tongues. Not to stop until they had made the other come.
Finally allowing them up with wet, girl scented faces and rather startled expressions. Time for them to lick his cock - but together.
"I prefer women."
he shrugged his shoulders, unsure of quite why Sylvie was asking. He did not want to seem too keen. His finger went further into her ass as his cock pounded her the more.
In the lift heading down to the car park, Sylvie asked,
"What are you doing for Christmas?"
The fuck had been successful for both parties.
Sylvie had come first and the noises she made, noises he had not heard before having merely been able to see (merely!) but not hear the sounds from Elvin and her bedroom. Clearly elves rather squeaked when coming. Was that a sound heard often in Father Christmas' cabin up at the North Pole? Peaking in from outside would a sight not at all the sort of Christmas card scene meet the eye and might the sound of squeaking from many elves drift over the snowy landscape? Sylvie had indeed come and then so had he, pouring his 'stuffing' out and up into her. Perhaps more 'white sauce' for her Christmas pudding than stuffing but, nonetheless Malcolm's first real, not imagined, fuck for a very long time.
To be continued.
Based on a post by Drmaxc for Literotica.