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Story 1- Chapter 4

"I must have died and gone to heaven. This must be a dream." Chris thought, as this beautiful creature stood before him holding her top up to show him the most gorgeous red panties he had ever imagined.

The perfect triangle of a lingerie ad was within his reach. The light in the room made the rich red fabric shimmer. He could see a few tiny tendrils of her dark hair out the sides.

His eyes drank in every stitch, while gradually being drawn to a darker richer hue of red in the tiny bottom point of her panties where Beth's 'Squishiness' had seeped through. When she finally lowered her top back down, she had a naughty girlish smile.

"Oh my god Beth, your panties are incredible."

"Thanks. I like knowing you like them Chris."

"I do. I really do. They look great."

"Do they look wet?"

"Yeah, a little."

"They feel wet and I think they are getting wetter." She giggled. Then added, "Can I ask you another question?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Are you getting it?" Beth's voice trailed off and she acted shy. Then she spoke again in a lower whisper, "Are you hard Chris?"

"Oh yeah." His answer reminded him of the ache in his pants. "And damned uncomfortable. My dick is killing me." He reached down and attempted to rearrange his erection, but the pillow was still an obstacle.

"Oh I'm sorry. That must be awful. It's okay if you need to do something to get comfy." Beth spread one leg slightly to the side. Just the slight movement stretched her panties across her clit and gave her a wonderful sensation.

"I really can't with this pillow." "Can I help?"

"Sure."

Beth stepped forward to him. She let her breasts push into his pillow covered belly as her hands undid the wide black plastic belt. She looked up into his eyes and softly spoke, "Do you think I'm naughty?" Before Chris could answer, she pulled the belt from his waist free.

"Yes. Beth is Santa's naughty helper."

Beth smiled. She undid his buttons hidden under the white vertical trim.

As she opened his shirt by pulling the joining parts aside, she felt Chris's hand move to her breast and he began caressing it through her Santa Top. "Oooh Santa feels my titty. Find my little naughty nipple, darling."

He could feel she had a thin bra underneath. But still her nipple was so aroused he easily located it and pinched it between his thumb and finger. "Mmmm, Santa. That feels nice." She moaned. He pulled her nipple firmly. She tugged at the pillow.

Chris helped ease her access by using his other hand to pull his pants out. The pillow slid out.

He let his pants drop to the floor and placed his hand on her other breast.

The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..."

Beth sang, "Let it grow, let it grow..."

She could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead of precum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, my Santa, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." Beth licked her lips.

"You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for Christmas." He teased her. His hands felt wonderful on her breasts. "Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks."

She could feel her nipples getting harder and harder as he rolled them with his thumb and massaged with taunt stroking circular pressure. Her pussy was dripping in her panties. "My naughty pussy is feeling very naughty and wet."

"I love naughty wet pussy." Chris replied as he imagined the deep red darkness of her panties soaked with her creaminess. He could see the hungry lust in her eyes as she continued her locked eye focus on his cock. "Would you like a candy cane little girl?"

"Oh yes." Beth's reply was breathy and full of desire.

Chris took her hand and pulled it into contact with his underwear. "Oh baby you're so hard."

Her hand spread open and she covered what she could of his enormous rod. It felt warm and very hard as she squeezed his cock. "I want to suck your cock." She whispered.

Chris released her hand and she held it against him. She stroked his cotton covered cock on her own. She was almost continuously moaning now. Her hungry mouth was lip smacking and tongue tapping. She wanted to see his cock in all its glory.

He moved his hand to her shoulder. She felt the hand pressing firm. She easily gave in to the pressure and dropped to her knees. She was lip level to his cock and stroking it through his underwear. "Oh baby, give it to me. Give me your candy cane to lick." She begged. It was time to unwrap her Christmas gift.

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