Patreon Monthly Micro | A Christmas Cuckqueaning

Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas one and all! A certain author has been hard at work in his Patreon workshop making a delightful little winter tale for you all. This time my generous patrons voted for a theme of Cuckqueaning with a Christmas twist! And so we have an eager wife presenting her husband with the best kind of present on Christmas Eve - their hot, nubile babysitter to breed. And since it is the season of giving, I'm sharing this one right away with everyone to enjoy.

A big thank you to all my Patrons this time of year for supporting all my efforts and making stories like this possible. I appreciate your patronage and look forward to what the New Year will bring. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a horny night!

A Christmas Cuckqueaning

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Not yet,” my wife Clare sang out. She’d posted me in the bedroom and asked me to close my eyes for my Christmas Eve present. I only could imagine how good it had to be considering how adamant she usually was about presents on Christmas, especially since our daughter was just turning three and could barely be kept at bay from the presents as it was.

“Is it necessary that I be naked? Zoey might wake up…”

“Oh it’s very necessary, and don’t worry. She’s fast asleep,” Clare chirped from outside the bedroom. My cock twitched in the cool bedroom air, but I waited. Soon footsteps came down the hall, as well as the gentle jingle of sleigh bells jingling in step with them.

“Mmm, you get me a reindeer to ride around this year?”

“Not this year, but you’ll sure be riding her…”

I could hear the smile on my wife’s lips. The bells shook more as my wife positioned whatever it was in front of me. The bedroom door close behind me, and then my wife pranced out in front.

“Okay, all ready…” she said in a hushed voice, “Now, open your eyes!”

I did. Honestly I thought I’d see my wife standing there in some silly hat and nothing else on, ready to herald in the holiday with a few laughs, drinks, and a night of long fucking before the adorable madness of having Christmas with a three year old who just learned about Santa Claus. I was only right on one count though, and my jaw actually dropped.

“Holy…”

“Um, hi… Mr. Jackson…”

It was our blonde babysitter, Katie. Only instead of wearing her normal conservative dress and blouse, Katie was dressed in nothing but a black leather Christmas-belt around her waist and a matching collar around her neck. Save for the jingle bells dangling from her collar and belt and the bright red bow over her mound, Katie was naked. Naked and blushing in front of my wife.

“Do you like your present, dear?” My wife cooed, creeping her hands up and down Katie’s bare sides. The girl had been our babysitter for two and a half years, and in that time Katie had graduated from high school and was just entering into her freshmen year of college. Her relationship with our family had always been warm, polite, and frankly shy for a young woman nearly in her twenties. Or so I thought.

“K-Katie!” I said, trying to avert my eyes from the teen who blushed and covered the cute red bow barely hiding her snatch from my view. My wife would have none of that.

“Nu-uh! Katie, you’re my husband’s present. Show yourself off,” she chided. Immediately Katie’s arms jumped back to her sides, and she straightened up.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Jackson.”

“Mm-mm. You will call me Mrs. Claus tonight,” Clare grinned. For her own part my wife was dressed in knee-high black boots and a short red dress lined with white fur. A typical naughty Mrs. Claus, a sight that by itself would have gotten me hard. As the scene was now though with my loving wife presenting our nubile young babysitter for me to fuck, I tried to not point my diamond-hard member so blatantly at the embarrassed girl.

“Clare, ah…” I said, finally getting my jaw working again. “Katie’s my present?”

“Oh yeah. See these sexy little things?” Clare pipped up, caressing Katie’s smallish but firm tits, “They and all the rest are yours tonight, Mr. Claus.”

“Wow. I mean, that’s… you’re…” The quarter-sized pink tips had already hardened in the cool air. Or was it arousal? Katie’s legs rubbed together in a mix of embarrassment and excitement, an excitement that reflected a bit of the snow-reflected moonlight along her pale inner thighs. My cock jumped and sent a line of precum drooling from my tip. As a show of appreciation, my cock’s approval made both women giggle.

“You deserve another woman in your life,” Clare said, clasping her black-gloved hands on Katie’s narrow waist. Though Katie bit her lip and squirmed on the spot, my wife’s toothy grin could barely be contained.

“Really? Is that okay with you, Katie?”

Katie nodded. It was quick, rigid, but urgent.

“Alright then,” I said, trying to be polite but unable to hide my own excitement. But I was a gentleman still. Slowly I reached out and felt our kind babysitter’s smooth teenage skin. Politely I kept my hands just above the round of her hips and beneath her bare breasts. I smiled, and she smiled back, her eyes darting around and a nervous laugh hiding her eyes behind a lock of her blonde hair.

“Hey! You only get to keep your present if you fuck her right!”

Clare gave the girl a shove. Our lips connected. I could hear my wife giggling over her shoulder as my tongue gently probed past her surprised lips. They tasted of strawberry, the same as my wife’s lip gloss. Her tongue gave into my probing, leaving me to lead my hands a little further to her rump. They were firm in my palms, predictably sumptuous from being a volleyball player in her school life. I hardly realized our eyes had closed until I felt my wife herding us towards and then onto the bed.

“Mmm, like my husband’s lips?” she asked Katie. The babysitter nodded again beneath the cage of my body.

“I like hers,” I added, going down for another taste. This time Katie opened her mouth obediently and reached her tongue out to receive mine. She always was a fast learner. Her hips roved in my grip and she delivered the soft squish of her breasts to me till her toughened nipples grazed against my chest.

“That a good boy and girl,” My wife sighed, giving her own tits a nice squeeze through her red velvet outfit. Suddenly my wife had my straining cock in her hand. She giggled and slapped its length against the red bow on Katie’s otherwise smooth mound.

I knew better by this point in my marriage than to get between my wife and her favorite toy. Instead I took my arousal out on our innocent babysitter. She yelped as I yanked her down till her legs draped over the bed’s edge. Standing in position now with hands on her hips, my wife grazed and dragged my bare member along her naked slit like some naughty paintbrush.

“Ohhh! Mr. Claus, it’s so warm and hard…” Katie groaned aloud, and my wife poked her head around my shoulder.

“Shhh,” she held her gloved finger up to her mischievous lips while the others rubbed and played along my length. “Santa needs to slip up your chimney quietly tonight…”

Katie nodded, but moaned out again when Clare fed my cock into her tight hole. Even I groaned when her virgin-tight pussy clenched around my shaft. That moan from her lips though could only come from a slut, a slut who creamed across my married shaft before I was even halfway in. That’s when my instincts took over.

“That’s it, dear. Stuff her fucking stocking…” Clare breathed in my ear. My hips responded, driving my cock further and further into Katie’s barely-legal pussy with every pass. With my wife’s fingernails lightly raking over my chest and down my back, I couldn’t help but fuck harder into our sweet babysitter.

“Let me hear that holiday cheer,” my wife groaned to us. My hips connected with Katie’s, jingling every bell on her body with the force of it. Katie’ eyes tried to stay on our union, to watch my long member bore inch by inch into her barely experienced sex, but she couldn’t. The moans from her kept growing, kept rising in pitch to accompany the regular jing-jingling of the bells on her neck and belt. My wife kept shushing, but did nothing but spur me on.

“You’re going on my naughty list,” she whispered to Katie, who’d long forgotten how to be quiet. How tight she grasped my forearms, her entire body tightening and seizing up till her legs raised in pure submission to the pleasure my cock was inflicting inside her.

“Ah-ahhnn! Mr. Jackson, I’m gonna… Gonna-!”

But her orgasmic wail muffled beneath my wife. Clamping her thighs against our teenage babysitter’s face, Clare sighed and moaned softly as Katie arched and wailed in orgasm under my wife’s red skirt. Only the shiver of jingle bells really cried out from her arching, undulating body.

“No panties,” Clare added, rubbing her bare pussy against the girl’s whining lips. I nearly came inside the girl’s fluttering pussy on the spot, but my wife clasped my cheeks with a smile.

“Think you can hold onto your presents, Mr. Claus?”

“Uhhh… uh-huh,” I managed, my face twisting with the herculean effort not to blast an orgasmic teenage pussy full of spunk.

“Good boy. This naughty girl needs her stocking stuffed just right…” my wife gave me a soft kiss on my lips, made all the lewder with our sweet babysitter squirming and cumming beneath us. When my wife parted it was with a huff. A blush painted all the way down to her pushed-up breasts then, no doubt from all the hot breaths and kissings Katie was delivering to my wife’s pussy.

I wasn’t in any frame of mind to think outside the softness of Clare’s lips and the heat of Katie’s milking twat. But Clare let up at last, flourishing the wetness of her own pussy in her dismount. The girl beneath gasped for air, the crimson on her cheeks before now glistening with a sheen of my wife’s horny pussy juices.

“Whoa there, Mr. Claus… Don’t want you decking her sexy hall like that…”

Rounding about behind me, she urged me back from the bed. Every fiber of my being wanted to just keep shunting into Katie, to pound her festive pussy till I’d frosted her pretty pink lips and soaked her red bow white. But I relented, slipping from Katie with a loud slop.

“Nooo…” Katie whined and roved her hips, hiding her face behind the crook of her arm in her lingering embarrassment. But her legs stayed splayed open, at least until my wife climbed on top of her.

“Shhhh, Santa’s coming…” A little peck on the lips and a roll onto her back brought Katie on top. Her naked tits mashed against the soft white fur covering my wife’s, and their legs tangled for just a moment before my wife coaxed the babysitter up to her knees.

“Mmm, see this tight ass dear?” My wife gave Katie a love-tap across her firm teen globes and giggled at her happy yelp of reply.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed, lining my already dripping cock back along Katie’s exposed slit. Finding her hole was easy – she was still gaping from my first entry, but tightened up with a delicious fear the moment my wife said her next words.

“Hear that? When he fucks from behind, my husband never pulls out…” she said, knowing just how to push my buttons. And Katie’s.

“W-wait, I’m-!” Katie’s protest died with another loud moan as I shunted back into her fertile snatch. The squish of re-entry quickly repeated, again and again, alongside the slap of her firm volleyball ass and the driving jingle of her sleigh bells. Thanks to my wife’s bracing legs squeezing above her hips the stunned girl didn’t fall over. And thanks to my wife’s soft lips her loud wail disappeared into a horny, muffled moan.

It was a team effort, breeding our cute babysitter. The black belt around her waist made for an excellent handle to drag her ripe ass back into my rutting hips and ride out her shuddering jerks. From beneath the increasingly sweaty and glistening girl my wife’s delicate fingers raked along her perfect ass when they weren’t doing the same to me. Sandwiched between us, Katie didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh-ohh-ohhh!” she quavered, arching her head high over her back in an inadvertently naughty inversion of Santa’s chuckle.

Never had I heard a more beautiful Christmas carol. Soon the sound of jingle bells punctuated the night, steady and sharpening with every passing stroke. Katie’s moans grew increasingly loud till my wife had to switch back to her lips just to keep the noise down. Their smacking, sloppy kisses almost matched the slick shmucking of Katie’s juicing pussy. And soon my overfilled sugar plums slapping against her clit would make it even messier.

My wife recognized the heat of my groans and felt the pound of my hips through Katie. With a quick slide of her legs she kicked out Katie pleasure-weakened thighs. The girl fell onto my wife completely, too much on the brink of orgasm to resist the soft of Clare’s outfit or the whisper of her lips to me.

“Cum in her,” my wife urged over her shoulder and straight into her ear, “Dump your hot sack of presents all up inside her!”

The young blonde broke the kiss with my wife and tried to glance back, her face begging for mercy from teen motherhood. That was until my wife gently hooked her chin and brought her back to her.

“It’s too late, honey. Santa’s stuffing your stocking tonight!”

The sudden last jerk of her sleigh bells and my growl into her shoulder drove the point home. The girl began to howl before my wife buried her face in her own tits, a howl that came right as my cock started sending millions of tiny, horny presents into Katie’s spasming chimney. Still thrusting, a frosting of belly-warming jizz frothed just at the edge of her pussy lips from my swollen sugar plums that danced and emptied against her twitching fuckhole.

Jiggle and shake as Katie did, only the sounds of the bells escaped either my jerking thrusts or my wife’s tight hold. Katie squirmed and begged for mercy amid her wordless orgasm. My virile spunk blasted freely into her young womb, in the same position that I’d bred my wife in. That our daughter also had a birthday nine months after Christmas Eve let me spill out the very last of my balls into her receptive twat.

“Ooooh! I can feel your warm eggnog dripping from her, Mr. Claus!” Clare chirped, and indeed her hips rubbed and humped up under Katie’s own, catching thick drops of our mixed spunk and quim onto her own slick slit. At some point my wife must have cum too and was heading there again as Katie unwittingly ground herself in blind aftershocks against her mound.

“Phew… you girls…” I sighed, still grunting and shunting as Katie’s young pussy milked me for every drop of my thick, white Christmas cheer. The bell on her collar jingled faintly as she finally looked back, resting her cheek on my wife’s shoulder with a breathless sigh.

But her rest was short-lived. There was a thumping down the hall, and my wife sprung up.

“Crap, she’s awake. I’ll be right back!”

Faster than a bolt of lightning she was up, leaving Katie and I slumped against the bed atop one another. Neither one of us dared to move as my wife smoothed out her cute outfit and hopped out into the hall to intercept our little one.

“Sweetie!” I heard her say, “What are you doing out of bed?”

“Mommy! I heard jingle bells – Santa’s here!!”

It was the voice of Zoey, our adorable little three-year-old whose voice trembled with a terrible kind of excitement. Even the prancing of her little feet made it to our ears as Katie and I lay as still as possible on the bed. But my wife thought quick.

“Oh my, you did? That mean’s Santa’s coming right now! You’ve got a very important job to do now, young lady.”

“Really!?”

“Yep! Santa’s gotta ride allll night long and deliver beautiful presents all right where they need to go.”

“Under the tree!?”

“Oh yes, and other places too,” my wife continued, “But all the good little boys and girls have to be snug and asleep in their beds so Santa can do his job. That includes you, young lady!”

“Oh Mommy! Tuck me in!!”

Not another word was needed as a rolling thunder of little footsteps raced back down the hall whence they came. A minute later Clare returned, a huge grin on her face as she closed the door behind.

“Well that was close!” she laughed quietly and sauntered back up to the bed.

“Awwwww!” Katie cooed, her hands clasped to her chest as she laid on her back, “I want one soooo bad…”

“Mmm, you’re getting one. Tonight,” my wife smirked and lightly ran her fingers along her cum-slickened pussy and bow-covered mound, then leaned down next to me. “Hear all that, Mr. Claus? You’ve got a long night ahead of you delivering each – and every – present right where it belongs!”

As she spoke she lightly rubbed on Katie’s flat stomach. Each one of us knew it wouldn’t stay very flat for long! Blood rushed back into my loosened, cum-dripping shaft. I leaned to my wife and kissed her before smiling at both of them.

“Merry Christmas then, my good and naughty girls!”

Our hushed laughter soon dissolved again into gentle moans and a steadily rocking bed, and the soft sound of sleigh bells jingled drifted on well into that warm winter night…

The End