In my story called "Santa Likes Fembois" here I explained that I discovered that last Christmas when Santa Claus visited my house then made me suck on his cock before fucking my boypussy. He also gave me an actual present: a winning lottery ticket. Well, with that multi-million dollar winning ticket I was able to buy a private jet and travel the world. I was flying over the Arctic Circle when it happened: my jet's engine gave out and we crashed. I don't remember the details of the crash, so I can't describe it. But what happened next I will never forget.
I must have blacked out during the crash because next thing I remember I am opening my eyes in a very warm, comfortable bed in a cozy little room that looked like it was part of a mountain cabin or chalet. A fireplace was crackling nearby and the windows were covered by closed curtains. I was naked except for my black lace panties and I frantically looked about for my cell phone."Oh, you're awake," I heard a voice that sounded like a sweet, old lady say and just as I expected a sweet old lady entered the room. She was short, maybe 5 feet or so, a little plump, with snow-white hair that was short and curly, wrinkles, glasses, and a sunny disposition. She had on her head a festive red Santa hat and the red one-piece dress with white fur trimmings she was wearing barely contained her plump, perky breasts and big, bubbly butt. She had in her hands a cup of hot chocolate. "I was bringing you something to drink in case you woke up, so I'm glad you did."
She walked over and leaned down to place the hot chocolate on the end table next to my bed and I couldn't help but stare at her strangely hot ass. But I then covered myself best I could, being shy at first, that I was almost naked, and embarrassed that I was in female panties around this woman. Sure, I am a femboy tgirl, but I am still new to it and to discovering and admitting who I really am gender-wise and am not comfortable being seen that way in public yet, and besides, I am bisexual (or pansexual?) and like to fuck women too so being seen in female panties may hurt my chances that way.
"Where's my phone?" I gave the quintessential 21st-century question. In any other era the first question would be, "Where am I?" or "Who are you?" But instead, for this generation, its "Where's my phone?" "It got broken in the crash," the old lady explained.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked.
"They were covered in snow and cold and frozen, so we are thawing them out and washing them." She answered. "You're lucky an elf was chasing an escaped reindeer and found you or you'd be dead by now, dear."
"Elf?" I asked dumbfounded. "Reindeer?"
"Why yes, dear, you're at Santa's village." And with that the old lady opened the curtains showing a small village of wooden cabins covered in snow, Christmas decorations and lights, and reindeer and what looked like every storybook version of elves running around. "I'm Mrs. Claus," she announced. "Santa is my husband."
Any other person would have been shocked by this revelation but since I already met Santa Claus and knew he is actually real, I wasn't that surprised.
"Is there a phone?"
"I'm sorry, dear," Mrs. Claus explained, "being at the North Pole we have no way to communicate with the outside world. Only Santa sees people and places outside the village when he works on Christmas Eve bringing kids their presents."
"How will I get home?"
"Santa will explain that." she was sitting sideways on the bed looking at me as she said this. I still had the covers lifted up over my chest to hide my shaved-smooth ladyboy body from her. "No need to be shy, dear," she told me, "after all I was the one who undressed you and put you into this bed." After hearing that, I reluctantly dropped the covers exposing my bare chest. "Santa explained all about you to me," she said, "I know you are a very effeminate boy." That was her very mild way of saying I was gay or bisexual, that I like being in women's clothing and be treated just like a girl. "I also know you like girls, too." I don't know why she would say that, but as she did her voice got softer and more sensual, and she leaned close to me. So close I could see down her blouse and at the crack between her big, round boobs.
"What does that mean?" I enquired, though already knowing the answer.
"I know my husband fucked you," explained Mrs. Claus, "now I want to know what sex is like with you. It's been so long since a man has touched me. Santa rather play with the elves or with guys like you when he works." "Guys like me" probably means Santa fucks other femboys and transgirls on Christmas Eve, not just me, which I always suspected. She took off her glasses...slowly...then unbuttoned the top of her blouse, her titts almost jumped out. "Touch them," she ordered, "Touch my breasts, Chrissy. I know you want to." I grabbed then squeezed her boobs...she leaned closer to me and said, "suck them, Chrissy." Like a hungry baby, I sucked hard on her breasts, making loud slurping sounds. At this point I was so hot and aroused that I just got into it and forgot my surroundings or who I was with. All I know is it felt good.
Mrs. Claus then tore the covers off me and jumped on to my crotch. My big, hard cock was putting a huge sail, a big bulge, a tall flag sticking up underneath my panties. Pre-cum had already wet a bit of it. Mrs. Claus smiled as she saw it, and then she hurriedly pulled my panties down and positioned herself right over my dick, cowgirl-style. Though she still had her festive red dress on, I discovered she wasn't wearing panties and my manmeat was able to enter her pussy as she settled her body on it.She jumped up and down on my cock, as she was doing that I was massaging her boobs. Then I sat up and kissed her, we exchanged tongues and sucked on each other's lips as I groped her backside. Her age was far from my mind. I was able to force her on to her back on my bed so I could top her. It has been way too long since I was in that position over anyone, especially a woman. It felt so good to be the dominant alpha, the one in control, for a change. Normally I am very submissive and only receive...again, being treated like a girl. And I could tell Mrs. Claus was enjoying it, too. The moans, cries, screams, and yells and other sounds she was making, plus the huge smile on her face, told me she was in Heaven.
I plowed her over and over....the bed was shaking back and forth as I thrusted into her again and again...getting deeper each time...her old but wet pussy felt like a moist velvet glove around my rock hard penis and I wanted very much to seed her and leave my DNA in her. I was going to conquer Santa's wife, Mrs. Claus!
"Ho, ho, ho!" Just then we heard that now familiar and loud, hearty laugh come from outside the room. "Damn!" Exclaimed Mrs. Claus. "Santa is home! He's early!"
I didn't climax, but pre-cum did leak into her vag as I asked, "what do we do?"
She pushed me off her and got up, fixing herself. "Cover yourself back up," Mrs. Claus instructed. "Try to look innocent."
I did.
Just then Santa walked in. Again, looking like the stereotypical Santa from every commercial and holiday movie or story. "What is going on here?" he demanded.
"We found Chrissy hurt after a bad crash and brought him back her to recoup," Mrs. Claus explained.
"Chrissy?" Santa asked with a smile, obviously reminiscing about the time he fucked me. He then saw me laying in bed. "CHRISSY!" he then yelled joyfully. "Ho, ho, ho! Imagine you being here! Ho, ho, ho!"
We were able to relax now knowing how happy Santa was. "Did Mrs. Claus take good care of you?" Santa asked me.
I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my cock. "I see you're ready," he commented.
I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own pussy...Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...I was already so aroused that it didn't take me long to cum and fill his mouth up. Santa swallowed it all...smiling, moaning, saying "yum!" and, of course, "ho, ho, ho!" "Get on your hands and knees," the jolly old elf, Santa, demanded. I did, my bare-naked ass now exposed upward at him like a dog in heat presenting herself to a mate. Santa mounted me and like last Christmas, slamming his huge, magical dick into my tight, little boypussy hole doggy-style, making me his. Mrs. Claus came up to the side of the bed and then crawled under me to where she could put her mouth around my cock. So as Santa Claus fucked my ass Mrs. Claus was sucking my dick. When Santa climaxed, seeding me with his semen, I came too, almost choking Mrs. Claus with my boyjuice, who was able to swallow all of it.
Santa layed on the bed next to me, his fat, hairy arms around my skinny, smooth ladyboy body, Mrs. Claus layed on the other side next to me, her wrinkly but feminine arms also around me. "I wish you would touch me like that Santa, as you touch Chrissy," Mrs. Claus said, making me uncomfortable.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Answered Santa. "It's okay, We have Chrissy now." What did that mean? That I was to continue satisfying both of them? "Not for very long," I added. "Just until I am able to get home."
"That will be at least a year," Mrs. Claus commented.
I sat up more in shock. "A year? Why?"
"No one leaves Santa's Village but Santa and that is only on Christmas Eve." said Mrs. Claus.
"And since this Christmas Eve is over, you'll have to wait until next year," Santa added.
"I can't wait until next year! I got a life to get back to. People will miss me!"
"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we just don't have any way of getting you home otherwise."
"You can't just take me anytime? Have an elf fly the sleigh?"
"If people saw Santa's sleigh flying around on any other night than Christmas Eve that would be a scandal."
"But a whole year!"
"You're not a prisoner. You can walk away anytime. But this is the North Pole. You won't get very far." said Mrs. Claus. "And I couldn't bear to see my baby boy get hurt again." She kissed me on the forehead, while groping my cock, as she said this.
"But you have it good here. Free food and board...a warm bed...hot cocoa...and Mrs. Claus and I to sexually satisfy you, ho, ho, ho!" Santa said. "All you have to do for a year is relax and enjoy great sex. Ho, ho, ho!"
"And the elves can have a break, Santa," Mrs. Claus said.
"Well, we'll see about that. Chrissy is hot and all, but I do like my little elves," said Santa, "ho, ho, ho!"
"But not me..." Mrs. Claus said sadly.
"Oh, honey, I do love you," Santa said. "But yes, I need something else sexually. Heck, half the reason I took the job I do on Christmas Eve was to be able to fuck so many different people. Like Chrissy! Ho, ho, ho!"
Santa grabbed my face again and kissed me, saying, "don't worry. You'll like it here. Ho, ho, ho!"
Mrs. Claus grabbed my dick again and got close to me too, whispering, "I guarantee it."
And that was my experience with Santa and Mrs. Claus. Ho, ho, ho!
