Dorothy was more than kind enough to lend Derek – that's Derek, she lent Derek the car. I'm stressing this because I didn't want anybody to think that she let me drive her car. Besides never having driven a car before, I had no driver's license.
Everything went fine, although it must have surprised a lot of motorists when they saw a great big roly poly Santa Claus behind the wheel. That was a hoot! You see Derek had kept his padding because I insisted. I thought he looked a lot cooler on Christmas Eve than he would have as a skinny Santa Claus. Everybody would have figured not to expect much in their stockings if they saw a skinny Santa.
Before we left, Dorothy went into her house and came out a few minutes later with some things in a paper sack. Dorothy instructed us to come back for her in an hour and not to forget about her. She would hate to call the law out on us.
I knew she was kidding, but still she looked serious when she said it. I understood she didn't want me to get Derek wrapped up in something where he would forget about everything except for me.
I told Derek to take us some place where there would be plenty of light outside but not a lot of people around. He looked at me strangely because I guess he was hoping I was going to tell him to go park somewhere real dark for some 'fa la la.' Men! What can you do? You can't live with 'em and you can't live with 'em. Haha!
Derek drove us way down in one of those well lighted, on Christmas Eve, Church parking lots. You know, the kind of service that is so big the police will be there to help the traffic that is entering and exiting the church.
After he parked in the back as I requested, he turned the car off and waited to see what I wanted. Boy, he was surprised when I took this big pair of scissors out of the sack and proceed to cut away at his beard. I bet he about shit his pants though when I first came at his face with those large clippers.
I wouldn't have blamed him for being worried. I mean when you think about it, it's a crap shoot at best. You don't know out there who's some nut, so you just try to trust your gut and hope for the best. Well, in a very few minutes I had that beard cut down where it was so short I couldn't cut anymore with the scissors.
Then I took the shaving cream and the safety razor out of the bag. I lathered him up and I proceeded to shave him. Oh I can hear you, it was just what he said, "Hey! We don't have any water." I told him he was a big sissy and to be quiet before I cut his face to ribbons. I was down to adhesive in no time. I told him he was responsible for removing the glue.
So at least I had Derek with me again and not Santa Claus. It was about time to go pick up Dorothy so we hit the road. On the way I told Derek that we had all been invited to Vicki's house for a party, but that we were going to need to stop and pick up some booze to go with us. He said no prob and we would do that little thing right after we picked up Dorothy.
I think he was frightened about borrowing the car and didn't want to be late returning it. He didn't know if he should believe what Dorothy said about calling the cops if we were late. Hell, I knew her a whole better than he did and I wasn't certain either.
We went and picked up Dorothy, who had called as many of our friends as she could to tell them about the festivities to be held at Vicki's. It turned out that our hostess lived with her husband in a really classy two bedroom high-rise apartment not too far away.
I wondered what Vicki's husband looked like because judging by her looks he must have been a studmuffin. Vicki was five foot, six inches with exceptionally well developed legs. She had a narrow waist and large beautiful breasts and very long dark hair; all in all a rare beauty.
So after stopping by and picking up Alex, we went to an A.B.C. Liquor store and obtained a half a dozen quarts of vodka. We then drove straight to Vicki's. When we arrived I pulled my panties off in such a way that no one noticed and left them in the car.
I knew Dorothy would have had a fit and I didn't want to worry her. All I had to do in this Santa outfit was cock my hip to the side and I could flash my pussy at anybody. It was great.
When we got upstairs to their apartment, we discovered we were first and that was fine, because I really wanted us to get there before the other people we had invited had arrived. Even though Vicki had insisted we could invite whoever we wanted, I realized it could be awkward for everyone concerned if they arrived before we did.
Vicki was still wearing her short skirted elf costume; either because she hadn't had time to change after arriving home from work or she just wanted to wear it in honor of the season. It didn't matter to me. She just looked as cute as a little old bug.
And I was right about her husband too. He stood slightly over six feet tall, had black hair, a great build and was good at making martinis. We didn't waste any time presenting him with the six quarts of vodka. From the huge smile on his face, I could tell he liked us already when he observed we were thoughtful enough to bring him some booze and not just plan on drinking all of his.
Vicki's husband, whose name was Jack, was dressed in a white shirt, opened at the collar and some nice slacks. He must have just come directly from work. He got busy playing bartender and soon everyone was in possession of a vodka martini; some of them had two like me – mwahaha!
As he was mixing the drinks, I stood around the temporary bar set up he had for the party, and occasionally I would flash my beaver at him. I could tell he saw it, even though he wasn't saying anything because his prick was busy talking as it grew longer and longer beneath his pants.
I think I was frightening him because he suddenly called out asking Vicki what she was doing. When she answered from the kitchen that she was busy fixing the dip, it took me a minute to realize she hadn't invited Hillary but was preparing something for the potato chips.
When he wouldn't come back from behind the bar after fixing the drinks, I moved behind him. Jack was about a foot taller than me and I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back into me and moved my hands down to his crotch area.
"You're scared of me, aren't you?" I accused.
"W – Why do you say that?" Jack stammered.
"Haha!" I laughed, as I rubbed his crotch area until his erection was fairly full blown beneath his pants. "Okay, good then," I said.
I opened his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. I twirled him around 'til he was facing me and, after opening his shirt, I began to kiss him all his chest, stopping to tease each of his nipples for a second.
Jack appeared as if he were made of frozen putty. I think he was torn between wanting to get it on with me and wondering what Vicki would think. I, on the other hand, wasn't torn by anything!
I instructed him in no uncertain terms to lower his knees until his now raging prick was even with my distended dripping vagina. As soon as he did as instructed, I stepped forward and impaled myself on his huge cock. I immediately jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and joined them behind his back by crossing my ankles while grabbing on to his neck. Ah youth.
Jack was quick to understand and he stood up with me hanging off his prick. Taking small steps because of his trousers and underwear hanging around his feet, he carried me over to the wall by the front door and holding me against it, he plunged into me again and again with wild abandon.
I unzipped my Santa coat-skirt and allowed it to fall off me leaving me completely nude except for my shoes. When I pushed back from him I could now look down past my bare breasts and see Jack's massive cock moving in my bald cunt. It looked so sexy! He wasn't wearing an undershirt so I was able to pull his naked upper body against mine. It felt so fucking good.
Of course you know the drill by now – what can go wrong, will go wrong. As Jack stood there holding me as we humped our little brains out, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Get that, will you honey?" Vicki called out from the kitchen.
I really think Jack freaked and didn't know what to say, as he didn't do anything except continued to drill his prodigious prick into me over and over. I was literally on fire with passion. I think he did groan loudly a couple of times as an answer to his wife – hehe.
"Jack, did you hear me?" she called out again.
When Vicki didn't receive an answer that time, she proceeded from the kitchen into the living room. She appeared quite taken aback for a second when she first espied us fucking against the living room wall, as actually who wouldn't have been?
A malicious smile quickly spread upon her lovely features and instead of saying anything, Vicki turned and opened the front door! I could see the entire scenario as it unfolded in front of me from my position against the wall, but I realized Jack was completely oblivious as he continued to rut into me with long savage thrusts.
As soon as I observed Vicki throw the door to the apartment open and I saw the rather large crowd of people awaiting entrance, I realized this was going to be awesome!
Besides my friends, who had been invited; Alecia, Tom, Betty, Matt, Rebecca, Axel, Krista, and Shawn, there were a number of people who I had never seen before that turned out to be some of Jack's co-workers!
As soon as I observed the look of shock on most of their faces when they saw Jack and me fucking in the living room, I shot off. Man, it was great! Instead of attempting to hide my climaxing from the strangers, I proceeded to ham it up.
"Oh! Oh Jack! Fuck me! Oh you're so good!" I cried out.
