It's all right.

We lived behind a girls' orphanage, and my father every year fantasized about Santa Claus to distribute gifts collected in the community to the inmates; usually a few days before Christmas, he would take the gifts with a white Santa Claus doll. Even when I saw my father dressed in those red clothes, I believed in Santa Claus and thought that he on Christmas Eve would enter the houses to leave gifts by the Christmas tree. Already grandma I managed to stay awake to catch Santa Claus bringing my gift. Almost midnight carefully to the room where I ended up seeing something quite strange. My mother was kneeling on the sofa with the dress rolled up on her back cell phone and Santa Claus clinging to his back making movements back and forth from the room. But seeing no white beard enough to realize that my father was still dressed in the same way when I saw a couple of Christmas presents being made by Santa Claus walking down the street on a small dog, making that approaching Santa Claus, and my father would continue to walk around the house with Santa Claus and I thought that on Christmas Eve he would enter the houses to leave gifts by the Christmas tree. - I'm glad you came, Santa! I couldn't leave my little princess without a present! It was my fantasy. I didn't see my father; I saw the figure of Santa Claus, and from moving around so much, I began to feel something stiff poking at my little bundle. Of course, I knew what it was, but I decided to get off the top and put my hand on that rolling thing over the thin fabric of my red pants. - What's that, Santa? - Don't you know what it is? Squeezing a little more on my hand. - I think I know! I could distinctly feel it pulsating beneath the fabric. - It's your pinto, isn't it? - That's a smart girl. - Let me see what he looks like. He's sticking his hand underneath my sweater running his fingertip through my panties right where my xana was. - Only if you let me see your poppy!... - You I leave Santa!... He was undoing the strap that held his trousers wide and was pulling that huge thing out, which I held without thinking twice... much bigger than my boyfriend's. - You can't tell anyone, all right? With my hand moving it from side to side examining the details of the thick, bright red tip and the protruding veins; the trunk and even the tuft of black combs... I felt myself pulling off my panties. Remembering the scene of him with my mother that Christmas night, I was getting in the same position as her that day. - Put it in me Santa! He's running his hand up my ass and down my chin, too, remembering the day I caught the two of you in the room. - Like you saw doing to your mother? - It is Santa Claus! It was already well developed and had a rather bulky bundle, that he began to give kisses... Suddenly I felt him putting his mouth on my ass releasing something cold on it (it was spit). - It's going to be a piece of cake, okay? - If you want in front I leave!... He's leaning on my ass and starting to push. - Not today... today goes in that wonderful bundle!... I began to feel a great burning in my anus, but I held firm until I could take no more. It hurts! He just stood there with a big piece stuck in me, moving back and forth, not realizing that with every little punch, his dick was getting deeper and deeper, and he was grabbing my waist with both hands. - All right, all right. I could feel his combs leaning on my ass and he'd increase the rhythm of the bumps making my body sway until it stopped all the way in. - Oooohhh! Oooohhhh! Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! I felt his dick pulsating inside my ass and pouring something, which when he took it out I had to run to the bathroom. I came back and he was still sitting on my bed waiting for me. I took my gift and I opened it and saw a beautiful mobile phone. Thank you, Santa, I love this gift. I stayed there in bed with my cell phone before going out and asking again not to tell anyone. The next day we went to my grandparents' house, and after lunch on the 25th I asked my mother to let me stay at least one more day with my father; it would be a Sunday. In the morning, knowing that we were going out to eat something on the street I took a shower and went to my room to choose something to wear. Without worrying, I was only in my underwear when my father came in with only his pajama shorts grabbing me from behind and kissing my neck. I gently wiped him and smiled at him. - Only if you wear Santa's outfit! - Then keep it that way I won't be long! After about ten minutes he came in all dressed up; only missing the white beard and came to stand in front of me. Sitting on the bed and seeing the volume in the wide pants I immediately pulled down and took off that hard cock. I who had already learned to suck my boyfriend, did not think twice to open my mouth and start sucking that red head. That's how you finish me off, you little bastard! Just for two minutes, he took it out of my mouth and made me lie down, took off my panties and then quickly started licking and sucking my xanax. - Ooooh, Santa, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it. I quickly had an orgasm with him asking me to get down on all fours, with his ass turned to him standing by the side of the bed. - Tonight I want it in my cunt, okay? - Are you sure about that? I'm all over the place. - Come, Santa, you can put it in! And without wasting any time he began to rub the tip on the door of my jar which was very wet and began to cram. Even though I was no longer a virgin I felt so much pressure that I screamed like a kitten in the heat until he crammed everything. I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to tell you. In my head I wasn't having sex with my father, but with Santa Claus who punched me firmly in my pussy making me have two more orgasms in a row before taking off and making fun of me on my back. When I returned a few days later, he already knew about my Tara received me with hugs and kisses asking me to wait for him in my room. He again dressed as Santa Claus was taking off all my clothes and then gave me a tongue bath in my pussy making fun of me, and with me again sitting on the bed he came holding his pillow. - You want to suck it, do you? - This time I sucked a lot till he put it all in my mouth. We went outside, and when we came back he said that he was going to lie down for a while, and that if I wanted I could lie down with him. Minutes later I walked into his room and saw him completely naked watching TV. Seeing him the way he came into the world and without the fantasy, I realized how my father was a handsome and handsome man with his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. <unk> Come here, come!... I went closer and I wanted to ask him to put on Santa's clothes, but he quickly pulled me up on the bed and for the first time started kissing my mouth, then sucked on my tits and again sucked my pussy before grabbing me on all fours and punching hard on my pussy making me scream with pleasure. I passed every time I went to my father's house, sleeping with him naked and even without the fantasy of Santa having multiple orgasms with him putting in my pussy or just sucking me. But it was coming the month of December to want to be fucked again by the figure of Santa Claus, which my father also seemed to have some. But unfortunately he arranged a new woman to live with him, making me gradually leave his business to go to his house. To become a boyfriend of my father, he was a friend of the children who always helped in the maintenance of the house ... We continued to buy a figure of Santa Claus for the BOMHO orphanage.