Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” blasted through the stereo—I knew this one instantly. It was loud and electric, setting the perfect tone for the party; Sexual, high energy, with a cool beat and guitar shredding.
You need cooling
Baby, I’m not fooling
I’m gonna send ya
Back to schooling
Robert Plant’s unmistakable vocals and Jimmy Page’s guitar – it was a cool song -everybody seemed to dig it.
“These men said you have a pussy that looks like a Roast Beef sandwich. Do you agree, Blitzen?” I asked as Eddie spun me around for my attempt.
“I guess so,” Blitzen tee-heed playfully.
“Simple question, simple answer from a simple twat,” I insisted on a yes or a no. The blindfold made me feel anonymous – and allowed me to stop looking at my mother and father’s faces and thinking about their reactions to the things I said. Dad had said some pretty mean things to the girls – especially Blitzen. He still might think that I hadn’t earned the right to do the same. “You’ve played with it enough – does your Pussy look like a beat-up roast beef sandwich?”
“Yes, Master! I mean, Sir! It, um, I mean, my twat looks like an Arby’s roast beef,” Blitzen could barely say the words without breaking up in hysterics. I used the sound of her voice to locate her – approximating her position. She had to be at least six foot four inches tall – towering over me. I knew her ass wouldn’t be where any of the other women’s asses were before. I ignored all the chatter – all the “Warmer/colder/hotter” stuff. It was going to send me in the wrong direction.
“Do you think that you deserve to be in the winner’s circle, Twat?” I asked. I felt guilty about using the word twat – it sounded so insulting, and yet, it’s what this was. The women called themselves reindeer and twats. This was Twatmas, as far as I could tell.
“Not particularly, Sir! I am just a humble, fat twat – even if you pin me, I’ll make everyone happier if I am out Christmas caroling with the other girls.”
I didn’t like that. I knew the goal was to tease the girls, but I loathed her self-esteem. “What if I told you that I didn’t give a fuck what everybody else wants, and I wanted you to win?”
I heard some supportive whistles and a few people cheering me on. I was close now – I had to pick my moment. If I tried to strike too early, this would all be for nothing and quite anti-climatic.
“I’d think you were a liar, Sir. No offense. I appreciate it; I am just a chubby hubby with a big butt. Every girl here is hotter than me!”
“That’s true!!” Harold yelled out from behind me.
“She ain’t lying!” my dad teased.
“You took TWO enemas today to clean all of the shit out of your Alabama hot pocket,” I said. I knew I got the terms wrong about what an Alabama hot pocket was, but I was on a roll. “You aren’t going to do that for nothing! When I pack this candy cane so far up your ass it comes out of your throat, you are going to skip over to that Winner’s circle, thank me, praise me, and give it your all! I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to win! You are my reindeer, and your actions reflect upon ME!”
I heard Blitzen start to say something, and then she gasped – possibly in pain.
I stabbed – blindly- hoping beyond hope that I had hit my mark. I hit something. I could have rammed it into her eye, her back, somewhere I shouldn’t have.
“Keep going, Sir! Keep going,” she begged. I was at the tip of her ass. I had my hand on her ass cheek – I drove the dildo into her butt, but I had to fuck it in – in and out a few times to get it to stay in. With my mom, it had slid right in – no problems. This wasn’t going in at all.
“Hey, he’s Magellening!” one of the guys called foul.
“He’s Lion Kinging,” Eddie decided, “Behold! The new king of Pride Rock!” he removed my blindfold, made a semi-circle on my forehead with sex lube from the dildo, and declared me, “Simba!”
It was so profoundly funny that I nearly dropped the dildo. It hadn’t quite stuck fully into her ass -at least not in a way that would keep it from falling out. Blitzen was a big girl, and you might think that just because she was big, she had a big asshole to scale. However, I had to fuck it in – with her help.
“Loosen up, relax,” some of the girls told her.
“Shit, I am sorry, Sir,” Blitzen apologized for not taking the dildo more easily and making me fuck it into her butt a quarter inch at a time. She gritted her teeth, and her face twisted in anguish. “I really did practice for this!”
“Damn, a reindeer with a super tight asshole? Hell, I would have bid on that!” Gary laughed.
Vixen, his reindeer, reminds him that she has an amazing asshole. “You can slide down the chimney and find out, Sir!”
“That Chimney has been slid down enough times that Santa could drive two sleighs down it, but you’ll do,” Gary told her not to get her pussy lips in a twist.
Meanwhile, Blitzen hugged me – tightly in a bear hug. She picked me up off the ground so that my feet dangled – huge tits pressed up against me. “Thank you, Sweetheart! Do you mind if I kiss you?”
I thought my neighbor was going to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Blitzen took me in her arms and planted a REAL French kiss, and not like the one my mother gave me – this was full-on, tongue in the mouth, across the teeth, mind-blowing, dick-hardening French kissing.
When she dashed over to the Winner’s circle, I told her “That’s your FIRST reindeer tail, and next year I’ll give you another! You are definitely invited back!”
No one challenged me on that, but no one told me I had no power to invite anyone to the party. I remembered how Blitzen said she thought she wouldn’t be invited back because she was boring. I felt empowered to not only extend an invitation but to promise that I’d pin a tail on her again.
I looked at my mom -she and some of the others were busy congratulating Blitzen, hugging her, and welcoming her to the Winner’s circle.
“Alright, alright, that wraps up the games!” Reindeers who won your tails, you know what time it is! Your riders get a prize,” Eddie passed around two Sexxmass cards for the riders of the women who got tailed. He also included a 20-dollar Starbucks gift card. “Husbands of the winners get a Sexxmas card each,” he said and passed out 10 dollar Starbucks card, leaving many of the men with three cards and 30 dollars in gift cards.
I would have and probably should have found that misogynistic. The women who did all the work won the contest, but the rider who swapped for them got the prize. Yet, it worked somehow in the dynamic of the party. The riders were like sponsors – they “owned” the reindeer that they had swapped for the night. The husbands got some credit -almost like silent partners.
The men even made side bets with one another, often passing the Sexxmass cards and gift cards back and forth – betting whether a reindeer would fail a challenge or whether Eddie would tell a particular joke that he said every year or not.
The women, for their part, seemed excited just to have a chance to be in the next game and have a “tail” – which I would have thought would be humiliating and something they’d want to avoid. I still didn’t fully comprehend the motivations of the women and some of the men for bringing their wives to this party.
Some of these women were so beautiful that they were what I’d consider “porn star hot.” My sister especially fits that bill. They could have (and possibly were) made a comfortable living on Twitter and OnlyFans, selling sexy pictures and videos. I couldn’t imagine that if I had a woman like that at home, I’d ever want to share her with anyone.
Yet here we were, and it was really happening! Whether I understood why or not really didn’t matter because I was in the thick of it – this was my mother’s annual adult Christmas party, and I fully understood why she thought I was not ready. I was grateful to just be part of it, and now I was a rider! It felt amazing. If my parents and sister got me NO other Christmas presents this year -I’d consider this the best Christmas of my life.
There was no Red Rider BB-Gun, X-Box, PlayStation 5, Nintendo Switch, or 10-speed bike that could overshadow the present of participating in this party.
This was a present for Blitzen as well. She was so excited to be in the Winner’s circle. She smiled at me sweetly and mouthed, “Thank you!”
“Thank you, Sir!” I mouthed back.
She chuckled but didn’t take me seriously. I assumed she thought I was kidding – but I wasn’t. I glanced over at my mom. She was hard-core about handling the dildo – it looked like she meant business.
I was passed two ‘Sexxmas cards’ along with all the other riders whose reindeer got tailed. One was good for “One free anal sex with a partner of my choosing – anytime.”
The other said I could “Spank titties, ass, or cunt, 10 times, no reason – just for spite if I want,” and it had the words “hands or leather strap only” at the bottom like a term and condition. It didn’t say if it was here at the party or anytime I wanted.
There was a serial number on the back of each card, and it looked like it was well-worn and had been traded many times. It was made of a heavy card stock and clearly intended to be something you hang on to for a while.
I didn’t drink coffee, but I’d find a use for the $20 Starbucks card. I’d probably give it to Blitzen since she was the one who actually earned it.
Presumably to use at the party? Outside of the party? Any time was pretty open ended, and with any partner? I tucked it away. These were currency outside of the game.
He called the Losers by name, Vixen, Cupid, and Prancer - “Stand up Twats, take a bow, turn around, spread your cunts, and admit you are losers!”
“We are losers,” they frowned and fake cried.
“These losers will do us the great service of retrieving the mistletoe wreaths we throw in the next game of anal ring toss – they’ll scurry out on their hands and knees and retrieve them, making sure everyone has plenty of rings to toss! Do NOT bean them in the head when you are tossing wreaths...” Eddie paused and smiled, held up a finger as if to make a point, and added with a facetious grin, “ ... intentionally!! Only by accident! Only aim for their fat butts or tits!”
I had to laugh at that one; it was pretty funny – cruel but funny.
“Oh yes, and to my dearest wife, Cupid! Who are you?”
“I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
Cupid, now bent over and looking mortified, responded to the husband she loved to tease like she was being forced to say it – against her will. I have to admit that I can’t say why I enjoyed this so much, either. The reindeer often said self-deprecating things about themselves enthusiastically, like brainless bimbos, and that was kind of a turn-on.
My mom had said some things to me begrudgingly reluctantly, like calling me Sir through gritted teeth, and that definitely did nothing for me.
However, there was a space between being a dumb bimbo who agrees she’s a cum guzzler like she’s proud of it and that reluctance where my aunt had to PRETEND (poorly) that she agreed she was a cum guzzler but was being forced to say it – that made my dick do a quick loop-de-loop in my pants. There was a tone of “Okay, Eddie, have your fun! I have no choice! Yes, I am a cum guzzler” in her voice, and that inflection just resonated with me.
I was positive that sneaking into this party was the best decision I could have made!
Eddie said that the loser’s mouths were free use before the next game began. “If you want to sit this one out because your favorite reindeer isn’t in the running, or you just feel like getting a little dick lick – the three reindeer over in the loser’s stable will nibble on your dick like a rat does cheese! Warning – if you do not want to cum, you may not want to put your cock in a women’s mouth!” he told his chums. Still, he looked at Marty specifically since he had recently complained about shooting a load into Eddie’s wife’s mouth.
I had no interest in that – despite the fact that I’d never had a blow job, I wanted to see this through with Blitzen. The three losers were told to go back to squatting and Eddie said he was done with them for now. He warned that if a wreath sat on the ground for more than 10 seconds, he’d find a way to turn THAT into a tail for them.
My dad flicked on an overhead light, lighting up the Winner’s circle. They had set up an area in our big living room where the girls were expected to kneel in a straight row – sticking their asses out. They were standing and dancing -several of them hugged Blitzen in a congratulatory way to welcome her to the games.
“You are the winning reindeer,” Eddie walked down the line yanking the dildos out of their asses and pussies and tossing them unceremoniously on the floor.
It was no surprise that some girls pouted or made a wisecrack like, “Hey, I was using that!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be double stuffed soon enough, but first we have to remind you that you are twats!”
The winning reindeer lost their smiles and groaned almost in unison, the sound low and drawn out. A few slapped their thighs or butts in frustration, their movements sharp and deliberate, like they were trying to vent the irritation. Frowns formed on their faces; their mouths pressed into tight lines. It was apparent they didn’t want to do whatever was coming next, but none of them said anything. Their sighs and stiff posture spoke for them.
Blitzen, for her part, seemed blissfully unaware and curious of why Eddie was yanking out the dildo that I had so carefully fucked into her ass. She scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at a tiny little bit of yucky yellow on the tip – but it was otherwise clean as he threw it on the floor.
“How many holes do reindeer have?” he asked the winners.
“Three holes, Sir,” the girls replied like raw recruits answering their drill sergeant on a military base.
“What are the only uses of those holes, twats?”
“Fucking and sucking, Sir!” their tone more enthusiastic but still in unison.
“Lies and manipulation come out of this hole,” Eddie grabbed my mother’s chin and stuck a dildo that he pulled from another girl’s bottom in her mouth. The sheer audacity of walking straight up to my mother, accusing her of using her mouth to spread lies, and shoving a latex cock in her mouth just to shut her up was not lost on me.
“Piss and reindeer goo comes out of this hole,” he stuck a random dildo in Dancer’s pussy and pushed it up inside of her hard enough to make her grunt with a pained expression. She wasn’t the tough bitch that put Marty in his place any longer. She nodded in agreement.
He turned my sister around, grabbed her, stuck a dildo in her ass. “What comes out of this hole, little Reindeer?”
“Reindeer farts and Rainbows, Sir?” she teased playfully. Eddie twisted the dildo, uncomfortably pushing it up my sister’s ass.
“Wrong!” Eddie pinched my sister’s cute button nose hard and slapped her left boob.
Evan looked incensed as if he might jump in to stop Eddie from teasing his girlfriend, but my father put his hand on his arm to warn him to stand down.
“Nasty reindeer farts and reindeer poop, Sir!”
“That’s right, I guess studying with Mama reindeer paid off after all,” he twisted the dildo in her ass.
“You filthy little reindeer had a chance to give yourselves enemas before the games tonight; you knew you’d be getting fucked three ways to Sunday on Twatmas eve – how come some of you got your mess on my wonderful collection of Candy Cane dildos?”
“We’re pigs, Sir?” Dancer offered politely.
“We’re dirty pigs, who don’t know how to clean out our asses properly, Sir,” my mom offered politely.
“We wanted to give you a reason to spank us, Sir?” my sister was still joking.
“What about you, Blitzen? Did you want to give me a reason to spank your big fat ass?”
“No, Sir!” Blitzen answered politely but firmly.
“Yet, look at this,” Eddie told her to pick up her dildo and sniff it. “This was barely three inches up that huge shit box of yours – do you want to suck on that?”
“No, Sir!”
I saw my mom and some of the other girls shake their heads no – as if warning her that she gave the wrong answer to the question.
“A dirty reindeer with standards? What about this?” he pulled the dildo in her pussy out and put it to her lips. “Do you want to lap up the taste of your own sweaty pussy? If you won’t lick it, why would any of us eat you out?”
“Oh, yes,” Blitzen must have remembered how she had been trained to respond to questions like this. It was like a light bulb had just gone off over her head, and she wanted to solve the puzzle on Wheel of Fortune. “I am a dumb reindeer, Sir! I forgot that it doesn’t matter what I want! A good reindeer licks, sucks, or fucks whatever she is told to suck and fuck, Sir!”
“Good Twat,” Eddie was satisfied. He pushed the dildo covered in her pussy juices into Blitzen’s mouth and patted her head. Eddie had to stand on his tippy toes to do it while Blitzen lowered her head to let him.
“Seems to me that you girls need an ass cleaning, but we don’t have time for that! So, you are going to suck each dildo clean as a whistle! I want you to all kneel facing away from me. We are going to form a little production line like Santa’s Elves down at the North Pole, working hard to make more of these dildos for naughty little reindeer sluts! Noses on the floor, asses up! Let’s see those Ho-Ho-Holes!”
Donder, Comet, Dasher, Blitzen, and Dancer turned away from us, and knelt on the wooden floor, each of them leaning forward, revealing their asses and wet pussies – Donder still had the dildo in her butt. They placed their noses on the floor and knelt forward – for maximum exposure.
“We are going to give you slimy, lazy, cum sponges a little attitude adjustment, and you horny twats will clean each dildo with the hole you use to tell lies from. Do you think you can handle that? I want you to be able to EAT off these dildos because you probably will be at dinner time!” Eddie didn’t sound like he was joking.
What shocked me the most was that these were the WINNERS of the game.
“You’ll deep throat them, wash them with your spit, and pass them to the reindeer to your left when I say CUM! The losers will come around, making sure you have plenty of water! Every time you hear ‘CUM!’ you’ll pass the dildo down to the next reindeer, and she’ll clean it again – this is a team effort! All of you know what pussy and ass tastes like! It’s not too late for any of you twats to join the losers?”
None of them did – silence.
“The losers will pack the dildo you freshly cleaned up their asses, waddle back over to the front of the line, and feed it to you to clean AGAIN. We’ll clean all five dildos twice! I heard a lot of wisecracks from you sluts tonight; I want to see ass cracks, not hear wisecracks from cunty-twats that don’t know how to shut up unless they have an ass as red as Santa Claus’s jacket and a dick in their mouth!”
Eddie pulled on Dancer’s clit, and her labia as if he was trying to pull down the blinds on a window. She didn’t stop him. He wanted her to know he meant her as well as all the other women. I assumed that had to do with her dressing down her husband, but he didn’t mention that.
“I heard you talking down to men and not being proper hostesses! The early games are done. Every one of you is going Christmas caroling – except one lucky reindeer who gets to stay behind. If you expect to win that prize, you had better be deep throating until you gag without puking the entire time you are getting your ass whooped,” he said firmly.
“Yes, Sir!” the girls answered in unison – even Blitzen.
Riders, grab a paddle, reindeer, get that first dildo as far down your cum-guzzling throats as possible!”
I watched as my mother, sister, and the other women deep throated a dildo at least six inches. It was almost like a sword-swallowing magic trick, except that I could see the dildo in their throats. My sister’s eyes turned red and glassy, and a snot bubble appeared on her face. She looked sad but defiantly held her mouth open. The women looked like they had all been impaled by candy cane-colored spears forced down their throats – unable to close their mouths. A few of the women seemed uncomfortable – but my mom was a true champion.
It looked like Comet had no gag reflex at all – almost effortlessly had the dildo about seven inches down her throat.
Spit soon began to dribble on their lips.
“Cupid, are you envious you can’t be here in the winner’s circle with a dildo down your throat like a dumb whore?” Eddie asked my aunt.
“Yes, sir, it’s the first time in seven years,” Cupid said.
“Don’t worry, slut! Christmas caroling is so much fun! You’ll be singing jingle bells with your sisters! Hey, remind me, what are you?”
“I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!” My aunt was far less resistant this time – almost sullen and melancholy.
“Don’t worry, naughty reindeer that don’t earn their tails will get something from Santa, too!”
“I know, Sir,” Daisy was clearly anticipating something unpleasant.
“Why don’t you go get ready and be back with bells on,” Eddie told the losers to prepare themselves. I can only wonder if the winners got this treatment and what fate was in store for the losers.
Eddie called the riders up to stand behind their reindeer and gave us each a paddle. He showed me how to spank Blitzen’s ass by torquing my hand and twisting the paddle. “Let the paddle do the work – swing like you are trying to hit a home run! This chubby reindeer ass is mostly flab. You can spank until Easter, and she won’t have more than a nice rosy color!”
I whispered sorry to Blitzen as Eddie walked away to check on other things.
She could only mumble over the dildo but gave me a wink that suggested she was completely fine with this.
“Palms on heads, let’s see your reindeer horns,” he instructed. I finally realized that the girls were putting their palms on their heads and pushing their elbows up in an approximation of reindeer horns. It seemed incredibly uncomfortable.
There was music playing in the background, but I couldn’t tell you what it was. The song was drowned on by the sound of five wooden paddles spanking the women’s asses. Meanwhile, the women were choking themselves on dildos -trying to clean them with their throats.
Sex lube, pussy juice, whatever was on there didn’t matter to the reindeer. I could imagine these women eating Polish sausage at the county fair by simply pushing the entire kielbasa down their throats and not swallowing. This was a special skill – and it was apparent that every one of them had practiced for a long time.
I felt I was doing pretty good at spanking butts for a first-time effort. Blitzen was like a heavy tank – there was no way I could make her squeal or groan the way some of the other women did – I was loosing steam and she only got hotter as she fucked herself to a creamy froth.
Blitzen pushed her ass out, almost begging me to hit harder. I was hitting as hard as I could -but it was not making the same crisp sounds that the other men made. The men were older than me – but they clearly had practice and knew how to pace themselves.
Marty, Eddie, Harold, Jerry, and I continued to spank until Eddie called out “CUM!” after about a full minute. The reindeer removed the spit-covered dildos from their throat – still dripping and passed them to the next girl.
I was finally able to take a short break. I rubbed Blitzen’s warm, pink ass. She smiled at me and winked. “You can go harder, sir.” She said as she coughed out a little phlegm. She paid no attention to the snotty mess on her fingers.
My Aunt, Vixen, and Prancer “waddled” out like three ducks. They had silver bells on their nipples, collars, and garters -so the procession of the three of them sounded like a chorus of bells on the move. The had to shuffle along the floor in a full squat – hands behind their backs, legs spread apart. The look on my Aunt’s face was not defiance, not acceptance – it was something in between and neither of those things.
She seemed above the humiliation – and yet she seemed to almost revel in i
“Your cunt is dripping, Twat!” Dad told my Aunt. A long strand of pussy juice was dripping from her pussy. She quickly reached down to snap it off and discard it like she had in the kitchen when she was eating a pear and talking to me privately.
“Hands behind your back!!” Dad shouted, and several other guys did as well. “Let’s watch your drippy pussy leave behind snail trails! You are turned on by being in a loser aren’t you, Cupid?”
“Not by being a loser, no sir! But being your reindeer excites me. I can’t help it!”
“Of course you can’t, only wicked little twats like you and your sister would get off on being humiliated, wouldn’t you?”
“I won’t deny it, Sir! Look all you like!!” Daisy wasn’t intimidated and seemed to thrive on the attention – but I had to wonder how much of that was an act? If my cock was dripping semen all over the floor while I was forced to waddle like a duck in front of a bunch of fully clothed women – I’d definitely be mortified!
They also had metal clips snapped securely to both of their pussy lips, with short chains attached to their toes, forcing them to waddle. It had to be incredibly humiliating.
The losers brought out a pitcher of ice water, which they used to wash the dildos clean, and then they poured that water into their mouths – spilling some down their tits and kissed it into the Winner’s mouths. Dad and Eddie seemed to be the ring masters but all of the guys enforced it – except for me and Evan. I focused mostly on trying to keep a steady pace paddling her ass.
“Hit her like you mean it, Nick,” Dad encouraged me. “Spank her like she just told you that you can’t go golfing on your day off because you have to clean the garage! Beat like she just spent more than you make in a week on shoes!”
“I did not do that, Sir!” Mom managed to gasp out, while under the weight of Eddie’s paddle.
Each time, we took a break paddling asses, the dildos moved down one girl, and then one of the losers fucked themselves in the ass with the one on the end. Then they had to waddle back to the start of the line, to start the process all over -two rotations for every dildo. That was ten rounds of spanking, probably more. I lost track! I had to switch arms several times.
My mom and Cupid had made a big deal about their French kiss during the mistletoe event; this time, the sisters Frenched water back and forth like it was no big deal. My aunt dunked the dildo on the end into the ice water. She stuck the dildo at the base of the wooden floor and began to fuck her butt on it. The cold water must have made it even more difficult for her.
“Fun, eh son?” Dad asked me one time between breaks. He wasn’t spanking anyone because Cupid was a loser. “This is father son bonding time, right?” he quipped. “Are you glad you came?”
“Yeah!”
“You got lucky this year, we had an extra – she’s a fatty, but beggars can’t be choosers. Next year, If you want to come to the party, you’ll have to bring someone to swap! No sneaking in.”
I was glad my father had faith in me that I could find some girl my own age to come to the party with me.
“Maybe I could bring Mrs. Sanderson?” I asked my father.
“Who? There is no one here by that name. If you mean that overweight bloated whale lounging on that candy cane because you aren’t paying attention? You can do better than that, son! Plus, who’s to say she’d want to come with you, anyway?” he winked at me, and walked away.
Blitzen didn’t say anything – she kept arching her back, humping the candy cane in her pussy, and letting me keep hammering away at her butt cheeks.
Eddie told us to start again, and we repeated this process a second time, leaving the women with very red asses. Eddie commented that I was holding back and told me that if I didn’t start “Smacking ass like a real man,” he’d get my dad to take over.
This time, my aunt joined Vixen and Prancer, leaving that dildo packed tightly up her ass like a tail dragging behind her. At the same time, she waddled with the procession of losers kissing water into the other women’s mouths.
“How does it feel to be a loser, Cupid?” Dad asked her.
“Like a bitch, Sir,” Cupid answered honestly.
“Did you like taking that ice-cold dildo up your ass?”
“Just peachy, Sir! Reindeer love cock; anyone, anything, any time, any hole!”
“What are you?” he asked. “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
“I wish we allowed cell phones at this party so I could make a video of you saying that! I’d listen to it every day until the next Christmas party, Cupid!” Dad chuckled.
“You can videotape me; I don’t give a fuck, Sir. I AM A LOSING TWAT, AND A DUMB LITTLE REINDEER CUM GUZZLER WITH AN ICE-COLD CANDY CANE DILDO IN MY SHITTER! AND I DON’T GIVE A GODDAMNED WHO KNOWS IT!”
“Eddie? A ruling?” Dad asked for clarification on whether he could video tape my Aunt at the party.
“No cell phones. Rules are rules! If you want to recreate this magic moment tomorrow in private – I am all for it!” Eddie laughed. Eddie told the crowd, and he spoke directly to me and Evan that if he even thought we had a cell phone turned on that we’d have it shoved up our asses and kicked out of the party -for good!
My aunt looked at me as she waddled over to the right-hand side of the line. “I told you this was fun, and you didn’t believe me,” she smiled and winked. Then she unceremoniously slid off the dildo slowly before handing it – completely unwashed to Dancer, who had the misfortune of being on the far right-hand side.
Every single candy cane dildo was going to be deep throated again by the winning reindeers (several more times) as they passed them down. The losers dutifully dunked them in ice cold water to wash off the saliva, spit and then kissed some of that water back into the winner’s mouths.
Vixen painfully fucked her ass with a dildo that had been in every winner’s mouth, after it had been dunked in ice cold water, waddled to the front of the line and fed it back to Dancer – who I assumed was her biological sister from earlier conversations.
The winners carried on methodically getting their asses paddled, while deep throating, like an assembling line of throats coating the dildos with spit, fucking their pussies on dildos while the losers waddled around as subjects of ridicule. It was to say the least – the most bizarre thing I had ever seen.
The weirdest part was that all of these women consented to this! I might have believed it if they were porn stars making big bucks to participate. Once we did it right to left, Eddie made the girls go from right to left. Which meant it was Comet’s turn to be the first one to deep throat an ice-cold dildo that had been freshly plucked from her sister’s ass.
I wasn’t sure how I could look at my mom with a straight face again after this. I’d definitely try – she wasn’t looking at me. She was thoroughly in it to win it – she had no qualms about any of this and was all business like.
All of the women deep throating made gurking noises, and their eyes became glassy and red, while they blew snot bubbles. Eddie insisted that they suck those dildos like they were real cocks.
“Pretend you are tricking them into getting married in Vegas, so you can get half their money in alimony, and suck them off REALLY good,” Eddie maligned them as gold diggers, idiots, imbeciles, sluts, pigs; He even made my sister snort and oink like a pig a few times. Harley made a funny face – and despite it all, smiled like it was hilarious!
Mind control? Was that it? Were these women hypnotized? I tried to fathom why they didn’t just kick Eddie’s ass. I had several theories including that on New Years Eve it would be the men’s turn to do this, and the women were going to turn the tables so hard on them for teasing them like this.
It took almost thirty minutes to finish with the attitude adjustment and the dildo cleaning. Eddie said next year he would incorporate pussy and tit spanking into the rotation – which surprisingly drew cheers from the winners who were rubbing their sore butts.
“No one said you could touch those shit sacks you carry around on your back!! Palms flat of top of your thick heads!!”
Eddie said that the attitude adjustment was necessary because the game was getting into “Second gear,” and they were done “Pussying around” with the warm-up games. If this was second gear – I could not imagine the fourth gear.
He also said that the spankings were not a punishment for winning – they were simply clarifying that reindeer belong on their knees with red asses. It was to put them in their places. I noticed that the ladies were far more contrite now. Eddie pointed out that not only was it necessary to clean the dildos, but it was necessary to clean them THAT way.
“Reindeer suck cock, rim assholes, eat pussy, love cum, and eat reindeer feed. They don’t have the luxury of spitting when they should be swallowing, and if they won’t taste their own goo- then who should? We advise a minimum of TWO enemas before the party. Who here did ONLY two?”
Quite a few reindeer raised their hands – only my Mom, Cupid, and Dancer didn’t. “Clean asses, Clean Twats, Dirty Reindeer!!” Eddie smiled.
He was finally prepared to start the next challenge. “Obviously, this is a two-hole challenge! We’d make it three-hole, but most of you are too stupid to fuck yourself, catch rings AND suck a dick, so we’ll stick to two for now!”
Eddie had five more candy cane dildos. He told the girls to sit on the ones they had and start fucking them. “Get them good and creamy! With your pussy juice! You have my permission to cum! Fuck them until the end of the game – pace yourselves!”
Blitzen arose from the kneeling position and sat back on the dildos -impaling her pussy, and gliding down; spreading their legs and fucking themselves on the floor – unabashed and not shy at all. A few of them began to play with their nipples or suck their fingers.
Then he made the losers lube up the new candy cane dildos and handed them to us by clenching them in their teeth. “Riders will insert the tails into the reindeer asshole, no more than FOUR inches – and a minimum of two inches. Any tail that falls out during the game will NOT be replaced.
The losers dutifully about faced and squatted together. They spread their knees, opened their mouths, and started jerking off the dildos, rubbing them, playing with them lovingly, and even titty fucking them. I watched Blitzen fucking herself but occasionally watched my Aunt squatting and titty fucking herself with a candy cane dildo.
Cupid faced me; her pussy lips were taut- held by painful alligator clips chained to her toes. Every time she bounced up and down, her labia got pulled and stretched. She went about her task like it was just a job – titty fucking the dildo almost proudly. Cupid’s bald pussy dripped on the floor at her feet – I assumed she was turned on by what she was doing, or that may have been clear pee.
My Aunt winked at me when she saw me watching. “Like what you see, Sir?” she asked – almost daring me to look into her pussy while she stroked the dildo.
I looked away – a little intimidated by how debauched and depraved the scene was getting.
Vixen was much more playful, making funny faces, pretending to suck it, toying with it, scooping some of the goop off the sides, and eating it, in the same painful predicament- seemingly oblivious to allowing us to see her like that.
If I tried to describe something like the Eiffel Tower or the Grand Canyon, you’d have a general idea of what it looks like. You still wouldn’t appreciate the awesomeness of it until you are there – in it, looking up at it, and experiencing it firsthand.
I stood behind Blitzen while she continued to fuck herself and inserted a second dildo gingerly in her ass. She was lost in pleasure – tuned out to everything around her. She almost seemed annoyed that I stopped her from fucking herself at a medium pace. “Thank you, Sir! Go ahead, just stick it in!”
I pushed the dildo into Blitzen’s asshole just slightly, feeling the tip of it enter her anus. She smiled and looked over her shoulder at me. The other men forced the dildos up the women’s asses, causing some to groan in anguish or possibly pleasure.
“You really like teasing me, don’t you, Sir?” she smiled.
“I don’t want to hurt you!” I whispered.
“You won’t, I am really wet, and I practiced taking it up the ass for hours – just go ahead, push it in nice and hard! Think of it as your dick, okay?”
I smiled as I firmly pressed the dildo into her butt – like it was a syringe and I was giving a Candy Cane injection – I watched as four inches of it disappeared inside of her anal cavity – almost like magic.
“I feel so full now!” she giggled.
“More fucking, less talking!!” Eddie chided us. He was walking up and down the line – scolding the girls, telling them things like “Fuck it like you mean it!” or “Fuck it like it owes you child support and this is the only way to get it!”
“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked as the big woman started gliding up and down on the dildo. She was so much bigger than me – everything to scale. If she had a mean bone in her body, she would have been a celebrated warrior goddess in another time and place.
“You should try sticking something up your butt one day and find out! I wondered the same thing, and your mom told me that I won’t know until I try it!”
I whispered a reminder, “You aren’t supposed to say Mom! and call me Sir!”
“Oh!! Don’t put me in the naughty corner, please, Sir!!” she giggled.
“Maybe I’ll make you say something like Cupid says!”
“Yes, please! What would you make me say?” She asked.
I had no idea what I would make her say-I was only joking. I hadn’t actually meant it and now I was on the hook!