That first Christmas day of fucking with Grandpa and Dad was exhausting...but very satisfying for this suddenly horny eighteen year old. I was so wrapped up in the excitement of it all that I eventually lost track of how many loads of family cum the two of them shot up my ass and down my throat. All I knew at the end of the day was that my asshole was well used and my belly was full of jizz. And I liked it. And I wanted more. But first of all, I needed some rest. So, leaving Grandpa and Dad snuggled up together in Grandpa's bed, I stumbled back to my own bed.
I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, if not sooner, and my dreams were filled with more family fun. I'd never thought about sex with Dad and Grandpa before, but my mind was obviously quick to adjust to the new reality...while still throwing the Santa fantasy into the mix now and then as well. "Ho, ho, ho," Santa moaned as he slipped his fat cock into my well-stretched hole.
"Fuck me, Santa," I moaned back.
"Are you awake, Andy?"
"What?" I ask groggily as I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder at Dad spooned up behind me.
"You were moaning in your sleep," Dad replied. "Are you okay?"
"Never better," I sighed, turning my head away and getting ready to return to my Santa dream.
"I'm glad to hear it," Dad whispered.
A smile spread across my face as I felt Dad pressing his hard cock against my ass. "Mmmm," I sighed, as Dad's shaft nestled deeper into my crack. "Never better," I repeated as I let my head rest on my pillow.
"Me either," Dad whispered, working one arm under my side to grip my chest and stretching the other arm over my waist to rest his hand on my flat belly, pulling me back tight against his body. "Me either," he repeated as he very gently started humping his cock in my crack.
"You just never stop," I chuckled softly.
"You want me too?"
"No," I sighed, slowly flexing my ass against his sliding shaft.
"Good, 'cause I'm gonna have to leave soon to get back home, and I want one for the road...if that's okay with you."
"You know it is," I sighed, "but I might need some more lube."
"Don't worry, I brought Dad's supply just in case," my dad replied.
"Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Dad," I whispered.
"Oh, Son," he groaned, kissing my neck, fondling a hard nipple, pressing on my belly, and humping my ass. "This has been the best Christmas ever."
"You're telling me," I moaned. "Fuck me, Dad," I added in another urgent whisper.
"Roll over on your back."
"However you want it," I said, doing as he ordered. Then I watched silently as he squeezed some lube from a tube and coated his fingers.
"This is how I want it," he said as he positioned himself between my legs and lifted my ankle to rest on his shoulder. "I want to be able to see your face," he clarified. I just smiled and lifted my other ankle to his other shoulder, since his other hand was busy. "Thanks, Son," he said with a grin.
"Any time," I smiled back as the look on his face intensified. He kept his eyes locked on mine, but I moaned when I felt his slicked-up fingers finding my quivering asshole. "Oh yeah," I groaned as his fingers slipped into my hole and my eyes rolled back in my head.
"Damn, still so tight," Dad hissed.
"I'm surprised." I couldn't help laughing. "Not that I minded being opened up by you and Grandpa. Repeatedly."
"Good, because I really need to fuck your ass again, Son," he moaned as his fingers slid slowly, seductively in and out of my well-used butthole.
"And I need your daddy dick in me again too," I moaned back. Then I licked my lips and smiled. "I need it, Dad. I really need it."
"Me too, Son," he whispered, as his fingers slid all the way out of me and my ass felt empty. "Me too," he repeated as I felt him positioning the fat head of his rock-hard cock against my tight pucker.
"Oh god yeah," I groaned as his dick popped into my hole and my pucker gripped it tightly behind the head.
"Oh yeah," he echoed as he slowly slid more and more of that daddy meat into my guts. Deeper and deeper.
"Oh yeah, Dad," I groaned as his penetrating shaft stretched me wider and wider. Filling me. Possessing me.
"Oh, Andy," he moaned as he finally bottomed out inside me and I felt his pubes pressed against my flesh. Then he gripped my ankles tightly, spread my legs wide, and somehow thrust his cock even deeper into me.
"Oh god," I groaned. "That feels so good. Fuck me. Fuck me, Dad."
With a wicked grin spreading across his face, Dad slowly pulled his cock out of my grasping hole and then just as slowly pushed it back in. Slowly. So slowly. Teasing me. Torturing me.
"Fuck me," I begged, trying to work my ass on his throbbing cock. Trying to suck it into me. Faster. I wanted it faster. I needed it faster. "Please."
"I just wanted to make sure you really want it," Dad chuckled.
"I do. Oh god fuck, I do, Dad. Fuck me," I begged urgently.
"Whatever you want, Son," he replied with a wink.
"I want your cum up my ass," I groaned, wrapping my arms behind my knees and pulling them to my chest to offer my ass up to him.
"So do I," Dad confirmed. My body tingled all over as his hands slid down from my ankles, onto the backs of my thighs and came to rest on my butt cheeks. The heat of his hands on my flesh made me breath heavier in anticipation. "So do I," he repeated in a whisper as he looked down to watch as his hands spread my butt cheeks and gave him a full view of his rigid shaft as it slid slowly in and out of my ass.
"Faster, Dad, please," I groaned. He didn't reply, but I let out a satisfied moan when I felt his grip tighten on my ass and his cock filling me with ever-increasing speed. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Again and again. "Yeah, Dad, that's it. Fuck your boy."
"Oh, Andy," he groaned as he reached fever pitch. Slamming his cock into me. Flesh slapping flesh. His balls smacking against my butt. "You feel so good."
"So do you," I assured him. "Breed me, Dad."
"Soon, Son, soon," he moaned. "Can't hold out much longer."
"Give it to me," I begged. "Fill me with your hot seed."
"Almost..."
"Do it, Dad. Do it. I need it so bad."
"Oh god, so do I," he grunted, really pounding my ass. Huffing and puffing. Thrusting. Fucking. Pounding.
"Yes, Dad, yes."
"Almost..."
"BREED ME, DAD!" I ordered.
"FUCK!" he roared back as he slammed his expanding cock balls-deep into me.
"SHOOT THAT FUCKING LOAD!" I growled.
"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" he confirmed as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my tight ass. "FUCKING CUMMING!" he added as his body trembled all over and his cock filled my guts with daddy jizz. He groaned with every shot. Again and again. His hips thrust involuntarily, fucking his seed as deep as it could.
"That's it, Dad," I whispered. "That's what I want."
"Oh, Andy," he panted as his body continued to shake and tremble. "FUCK!" he grunted with another sudden convulsion.
"Did you give me everything you had?" I finally asked with a smile.
He smiled down at me. "And more," he laughed with one final trembling convulsion. "Wow, that was the best..."
"Feels good to fuck your son, huh?" I teased.
"Now I know why Dad always wanted to fuck me so often," he laughed.
"You'll have to tell me all about it someday."
"Someday," he sighed as he slowly collapsed his still-panting body onto mine and his mouth found mine. Soft tender kisses. Satisfied kisses. Fatherly kisses. "Thanks, Son."
"Any time, Dad," I whispered as I kissed him back. Never wanting the moment to end.
*****
But the moment did end. Dad had to get home and back to work for the day-after-Christmas sales. So, he finally got dressed. He didn't shower. "I want to keep your cummy ass juices and scent on my cock as long as I can," he assured me. Then he gave me another quick kiss and was gone into the night.
"Mmmm," I moaned as I rolled over and began slowly humping my still-hard cock into the mattress. The fuck had been all about Dad. I hadn't minded, but my cock was begging for some relief.
"Did your dad just leave without a word?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw Grandpa standing in the doorway. He wasn't wearing anything but his Santa hat and boots! "Yeah, he said an old man like you needed your rest, Santa," I smiled.
"The little fucker," Grandpa grinned back.
"But he said to tell you that he left you a present."
"Milk and cookies?"
"Milk-y," I replied with a grin and wiggled my ass slightly.
"In there?" Grandpa asked with a wicked grin.
"Yep," I confirmed as his cock stiffen and he pulled the foreskin back to release the head. I licked my lips and waited for him to climb into my bed, slip his meat into my hole filled with his son's cum, and eventually add his own hot, thick load to Dad's. "Come and get it, Santa," I finally laughed before burying my face in my pillow.
The bed shook slightly as Grandpa joined me and spread my legs. I moaned and lifted my ass up as I waited for the amazing feeling of his hard cock penetrating me. His strong hands spread my butt cheeks apart, and still I waited. Expecting. Wanting. Instead, I got a shock. "What the fuck?" I yelped when I suddenly felt his hot breath on my flesh and his tongue flicking over my pucker.
"Just looking for your dad's present," Grandpa chuckled. "Tastes like I've found it." His fingers tugged at the skin around my pucker. "Open up for Grandpa," he whispered. I tried to relax and recover from the shock. "That's it," Grandpa said before I realized he wasn't just licking my hole. I groaned as the tip of his tongue actually worked its way inside. "Mmmm," he moaned, gently massaging my butt cheeks as his tongue explored my hole.
"Damn, Grandpa," I hissed. It really was a shock. "Are you...? Is...?"
Grandpa lifted up his head and grinned at me. "I'm eating your ass, Andy. What else do you think I'm doing?"
"I don't know, but it feels good," I said, shocking even myself.
"I thought you'd enjoy it," he replied with a grin before returning to his feast.
I moaned when he nipped gently on my cheek flesh before spreading my cheeks apart again and sliding his tongue back down into my crack. He swirled it around my hole before gently nibbling on the puckered flesh. Every new sensation sent a shockwave through my body. "Oh, Grandpa," I moaned as I pushed my ass back into his face.
Grandpa chuckled at my obvious post-surprise enjoyment. I could feel his fingers pulling my flesh. Stretching my hole open. His tongue gently licking around my hole. Coating it with saliva, running down to my balls. Then working its way into me again as he continued to knead my cheeks in his strong hands. "Mmmm," he moaned as he again tasted my ass juices and the remaining signs of Dad's cum.
"Oh god," I groaned when he worked his hand under me and pulled my cock back between my legs.
"Just a semi," he chuckled. "I guess I'm not doing it right."
"You are," I moaned as he stroked my cock. "I was just... Oh, Grandpa... I've never felt anything like... I wasn't thinking about my cock." I didn't know how to explain that all of my concentration had been on the new sensations Grandpa's tongue was creating in and around my asshole.
"Well, we'll have to do something about that," Grandpa replied, then he began licking my leaking cock head. "Mmmm," he sighed as he tasted his grandson's sweet precum.
"I'm gonna get hard," I warned him.
"That's kinda the point," he laughed.
"Not bent like that," I replied with a laugh of my own.
"Then flip over." I did as he ordered and soon found myself in the same position that Dad had enjoyed. Knees pressed to chest. Ass presented. But for eating this time, not fucking. "That better?" Grandpa asked as he resumed stroking my growing cock.
"Oh yeah, Santa, that's it." Seeing the Santa hat on his head, I couldn't resist slipping back into the fantasy.
"And this?" he asked, dropping his head to lick my balls and coat them with more saliva.
"Yes, Santa. Yes."
"And this?" he asked, moving lower to tease my hole with his ever-so-talented tongue.
"Yes, Santa," I moaned. "Eat my ass."
"Language, boy," he growled, giving my ass a hard slap.
"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Sorry, Santa," I added quickly.
"That's a good boy," he replied, caressing my stinging cheek and eagerly devouring my hole again.
"That's it, Santa. Don't stop," I panted as I grabbed my throbbing cock and started jacking away. My balls bouncing in Grandpa's face. The fur on his hat tickling my thighs.
"Ho, ho, ho," he growled into my bowels, sending a ripple of shockwaves to every nerve in my body.
"Oh fuck," I grunted, driven to the verge of cumming. I quickly releasing my cock and tried to steady my breath.
"You being a good boy?" Santa asked, looking up at me.
"Trying," I assured him, "but that was close."
"And you'd rather have Santa fuck the cum out of that lovely cock, would you?"
"Yes, please, Santa," I panted.
"Well, since you're being such a good boy..." He grinned as he got up on his knees and displayed his own rock-hard cock hovering over my saliva-slick hole. "You think you're ready to take Santa's candy cane again?"
"Between the lube, Dad's cum, and your saliva, I think I'm ready," I replied, stifling an unexpected giggle.
"We'll see about that," he said, slowly stroking his straining cock. "Santa doesn't like it when he has to stop what he's started."
"You won't have to stop," I replied as I started slowly stroking my own cock in unison with his strokes. "I promise, Santa," I added, licking my lips. "I'll be a good Bedroom Elf."
"Fuck," he growled. "You're so hot, Andy."
"Thank you, Santa? Now, are you gonna fuck me or not?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"One more Christmas present for Andy," Santa smiled as he aimed his leaking cock at my asshole.
"Thank you, Santa," I moaned as I felt the head press against my pucker only momentarily before sliding into my guts.
"That's a good boy," Santa cooed as his meat slid deeper and deeper. "Such a good boy," he groaned as he bottomed out. "And still so tight after getting fucked by Elf Wally," he added, referring to the cum deposit Dad had made before departing.
"He was just getting me ready for you, Santa," I assured him, flexing my ass muscles on his pulsing shaft.
"The two most thoughtful Bedroom Elves ever," he chuckled before sliding his dick slowly out of my ass and then back in. Again and again.
"That's it, Santa," I hissed. "Nice and slow." I'd wanted Dad just to fuck me fast and hard, but the slow pace with Grandpa was perfect. "Feels so good."
"Sure does, boy," he moaned as he continued sliding his North Pole into me. Deeper and deeper every time. Slow and steady. Delivering so much pleasure deep inside me. Making me want more. Making me want it to go on forever. Slow and steady.
I began playing with my pointed nipples. Feeling the pleasure spreading throughout my body. I pinched a nipple and moaned. I ran a hand down over my firm, smooth belly and into my thick bush of pubes. I pinched a nipple again as I squeezed my balls...and moaned. I twisted my nipple and pulled on my balls...and groaned.
"That's a good boy," Santa whispered as he continued slowly feeding his cock to my hungry ass.
I released my balls and slid my hand lower. My fingers spread out around my asshole. I could feel Grandpa's cock sliding between them. In and out. In and out.
"That feels good," Santa moaned.
"It sure does," I moaned back in agreement as his pubes caressed the back of my hand. "So good," I sighed. Then I twisted my nipple even harder and let out a loud groan of pleasure. Pain and pleasure. Mingled. Rippling through my body. Harder. Harder. I let out another groan as my tortured nipple ached with the pain and pleasure. Suddenly, it couldn't take it anymore and my whole body convulsed.
"Fuck," Grandpa grunted as my asshole seized up on his cock. "You could warn a guy," he growled.
"Sorry, Santa," I sighed, still stroking my leaking cock, lost in pleasure and not feeling sorry at all.
"Just for that, you bad boy," Santa said gruffly, "I think it's time to give your ass the fucking it deserves."
"Whatever you say, Santa," I replied, flexing my ass muscles on his cock again as I continued to slide my precum-slicked palm up and down my own shaft.
"Then get ready, you... Ho, ho, ho," he growled as he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs high and wide. "'Cause Santa Claus is cumming tonight." And that was the end of the slow tender fuck. With a loud grunt, Santa thrust his throbbing cock into me. I grunted in return as the wind was momentarily driven out of me.
"Fuck me, Santa," I panted as he pulled out quickly for another sharp, deep thrust. "That's it," I groaned.
"Sure is," he agreed as he worked himself into a steady, hard fuck. Plunging into me. Filling me. Churning my insides. Churning what was left of Dad's cum.
I stroked my own pulsing cock eagerly in time to Grandpa's thrusts and again began torturing my nipples. Every nerve in my body was on end. My ass. My cock. My balls. My nipples. I thrashed my head back and forth on the pillow. Lost in pleasure.
"You've certainly come out of your shell this Christmas," Santa chuckled.
"FUCK ME, SANTA!" I yelled, totally out of control.
"You bad boy," Santa growled as he slapped me hard on the ass while continuing to pummel my hole with his North Pole.
"Yes, Santa, I'm a bad boy," I groaned, too lost in the pleasure to think about how silly we were being. "But I wanna be a good boy for you."
"Your ass sure feels good on Santa's cock," he grunted.
"BREED ME, SANTA," I yelled, twisting my nipple and pounding my pud.
"ARE YOU GONNA BE A GOOD BOY?" he yelled back.
"YES, YES, YES!"
"Then I might just give you what you want," he grunted. Thrusting. Thrusting. Thrusting.
"I WANT YOUR CUM, SANTA!"
"THEN GET READY, BOY!" he yelled. "I'M ALMOST THERE!"
"ME TOO," I assured him, my fist flying up and down my shaft, my balls tightening up.
"I'M CUMMING DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY, BOY!" he yelled with one last violent hard deep thrust.
"FUCK!" I yelled as my own cock erupted and started blasting cum all over my body. Streaking my chest, my belly. Ropes of jizz. My ass contracting.
"FUCK YEAH!" Santa yelled in return as my ass milked the cum out of his balls, up his cock, and into my guts. "FILLING YOUR ASS, BOY!" he roared as load after load of hot, steamy grandpa cum shot into my hungry hole.
"Do it," I groaned as my fist continued flying up and down my spewing cock. "FUCK!" My body suddenly convulsed, thrusting my cock through my fist and firing off one last round of jizz that flew all the way to splatter on my face.
"Fuck, boy," Santa growled as he watched my show and continued fucking his own load deeper and deeper into my guts. "You're the hottest fuck I've ever had," he panted when he'd finished satisfying himself in me.
"Thanks, Santa," I smiled.
"Just don't tell your dad," he added with a laugh.
"I won't," I promised with a smile.
"That's a good boy," he sighed as his body finally stopped moving. "A very good boy."
"Thank you, Santa," I smiled as I wiped the cum off of my cheek and slid my fingers into my mouth to suck them clean. "Mmmm," I moaned as I savored that tart, tangy flavor as it slid down my throat. Santa smiled as I then casually scooped up some more cum from my belly and savored that as well.
"Don't forget to leave Santa a treat," he reminded me.
"All yours, Santa," I said, spreading my arms wide and making my cum-covered body available.
"That's a good boy," he sighed as he leaned forward and started lapping up my cum. "Mmmm, and a good-tasting boy too," he chuckled.
My body shivered with pleasure as Grandpa finished devouring my seed and trailed his tongue up my body as he stretched forward. I ran a hand through his hair as he gently lapped at my tortured nipple. "Mmmm," I sighed as the tender treatment soothe my burning flesh. "Oh fuck," I groaned when he suddenly bit down on my nipple. Not hard. Tender. Nibbling. Sucking. Licking.
"I thought I just did," he laughed. Before I could reply, his lips were on mine. Gentle at first, then urgent. Passionate. Lips parting. Tongues touching. Exchanging cum-flavored saliva.
"Mmmm," I moaned, tasting myself in his mouth.
"Mmmm," he moaned in reply as our lips parted and he showered kisses on my cheek, throat, and chest, before settling his body on mine and gently sucking on my tortured nipple again.
I slowly ran my fingers through his thick hair and sighed with pleasure.
"Merry Christmas, Andy," he whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Santa," I whispered back, knowing that every day with my grandpa would be Christmas to me now.
