“Uh...” I internally debated telling Blitzen to forget about having to say anything. I wanted her self-esteem to grow, not diminish. However, the look in her big doe-eyes, after exhausting herself fucking a dildo just to START the mistletoe ring toss game, was that someone took the time to craft a special saying for her just like the one that had been given to Cupid.
I didn’t know if Eddie used the exact phrase “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!” every year. It was remarkable because it was an affirmation of my aunt’s status as a loser and took away the power and authority that she continued to have, even as a reindeer.
A woman like Cupid had a natural charisma, and she naturally took leadership roles, much like my mother. My mom wasn’t just a member of the Dick Sucking Ladies – she had risen to become the President and hosted the party. The people at this party may have traveled several hundred miles to be here tonight because SHE invited them to participate. My mom must have loved playing this game enough to host it. What did that mean?
I couldn’t imagine what it meant because she was so ordinarily mundane, vanilla, and boring that this entire party was blowing my fucking mind.
My aunt also organized the other reindeer to pass out appetizers, but no one questioned her authority to do it. She just took over – being made to say out loud that she was nothing but a dumb little reindeer, and a cum guzzler took that power away and reduced her to just a dick-licking nymphomaniac.
I got all of that out of that one statement, and so I hesitated and overthought it. I wanted to say something like, “I am a winning twat! I have the biggest tits here, and I am the newest reindeer!” or something lame like that so that I could be different than the other men – distinguish myself somehow.
“It’s okay if you don’t have anything for me to say! I was just curious if you might make me say something humiliating if I were naughty like Cupid.” Blitzen slunk down and rested on her dildo. The game would be starting any minute.
I decided to just go for it – full stream of consciousness. It didn’t matter that Blitzen was the friendliest neighbor, who wasn’t likely to do anything to get in trouble. I wanted to impress her with my clever response.
“Blitzen, you Creamy fart-sniffing cow turd!” I shouted above the din of revelry, men taking shots and making cracks about the girls. The girls were either waddling about or fucking themselves on the candy cane-colored dildos while preparing for the ring toss contest.
A few guys had their dicks out, feeding them just like pigs in a blanket to Vixen, Cupid, and Prancer while they squatted.
Blitzen looked up at me like I had lost my mind – confused, half-smirking, and intrigued. My confidence waffled. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this. I could blurt out a long litany of cuss words that I didn’t mean, but that’s not how Eddie had done this at all. He had accused Cupid of something – and then gave her a mantra. The thing that my aunt had to say was funny, fun, short, and sweet – probably more than a little humiliating for her.
I was aiming for that outcome – just a little bit better and putting my own spin on it. Unfortunately, I had rushed into this. Now, I would look incredibly dumb if I told everyone to go back to what they were doing. My dad started to titter, clearly doubting that this was heading anywhere meaningful.
“I’ve tolerated you looking at me with those doe-eyes, trying to get me to feel sorry for you! You know I am new to the party, and so you thought I’d go easy on you!” I felt like that may seem like a viable reason to complain about her behavior. She really didn’t give me a lot to work with.
In reality, she had been empathetic and considerate, and one of the reasons that she identified with me was that we were both outsiders who were new to this. She wasn’t brazen, rude, and outspoken like my aunt. Blitzen didn’t misbehave – so what else could I say?
I felt a little guilty about making the accusation. Still, I wanted to give Blitzen the COMPLETE experience, and she asked me WHAT I would make her say. She’d asked the question, and now she and everyone else at the party would find out!
Blitzen wasn’t sure where this was coming from. She assured me politely that she had no intention of preying on my sympathy – which made it all the harder to crass with her. I absolutely knew she hadn’t done that. She had encouraged me to go harder and assured me not to feel guilty about it.
“Shut up, Cottage cheese thighs! A MAN Is talking! I’ll tell YOU when you can answer, Reindeer Twat! “ I insisted. She was a big woman but hardly had cottage cheese thighs. I was just throwing darts at the wall with the insult and hoping it might land.
“You act like I am going to come to your house after this is all over and try to fuck you! I am your rider because I had nobody else!”
Ouch, telling her I was just her rider because she was the only option hurt ME. I was THRILLED to be her rider and flattered. I had practically begged my mom to let me do it. I’d also developed a massive crush on her.
I didn’t mean to say that one. I was in the moment, and as I said it, I realized that it was hurtful. I wanted to stop and apologize, caress her face. She kept looking up at me without breaking eye contact – pitiful and sweet. I thought she might cry.
Where did my accusation that she wanted me to come from fuck her originate from? I’ll tell you where. Wishful thinking! I’d love it If she wanted me to come over and fuck her.
“What is a reindeer’s mouth for?” I reached out and tried to pull her mouth open the way that Eddie had done to my sister, but she nearly bit my finger when she started talking.
“Oh!” Blitzen was excited when I asked her the question like this was a test, and I asked her one that she remembered. “Um, Lies! Manipulation, cruelty, rudeness, putting down men, sucking dick, eating pussy, kissing things that you want, eating reindeer feed, and um, uh ... one other?”
Damnit. I hadn’t wanted this to be a test. I had no idea what the official uses were. Eddie had only said Reindeer mouths two uses – lies and manipulation.
“Being farted in!” I turned around and put my ass to her mouth through my jeans and pretended to fart. The men laughed so loud that I thought a few of them shit their pants. My aunt cracked up and said that I was back to being her favorite nephew. Blitzen was a good sport about it and opened her mouth when I pressed the back of my jeans to her face – but I didn’t really crack a fart.
“Now, say it! Tell me what this hole in your homely fat face’s ONLY uses are?”
She was gorgeous, in my opinion, and I hadn’t intended to sound so cruel. I was just improving at this point – riffing off of what I heard the other men say but trying not to just parrot it back. My neighbor wasn’t Barbie doll hot, but she reminded me of an actress like Cristin Milioti or Morena Baccarin. There was something safe about her- like she was down to earth but still hot.
“Lies! Manipulation, cruelty, rudeness, putting down men, sucking dick, eating pussy, eating reindeer feed, and being farted in?” she listed the “official” uses off, trying to remember the entire list that must have been taught to her by my mom. The last one, she said, was like she really wasn’t sure that was a thing, but she was going to roll with it because it was funny.
I was positive my mother wouldn’t have taught her that it was because I had just made it up on the spot.
“Are you asking me or telling me, Cunt?” I rubbed my fingers under her chin and made her look at me. I shouldn’t have done that. I meant to offer her some comfort while I berated her, but when she looked up at me with those sweet, big brown eyes, I melted.
I had also said the C-word. I had spent my entire life being taught NEVER to say it – by MY mother, and now to find out that she considered herself the President of a club of self-admitted cunts – was a mind fuck. The thing is, I still felt it was wrong to use the word in the pit of my stomach.
“I am telling you that my mouth is for farting in, Sir!” she grinned.
I heard some of the other girls laughing and guffawing with comments suggesting I do it, and someone said, ‘Silent but deadly is the worst.’
“That’s right, and if you are going to be DSL, anytime I see you at my house and I ask you what that mouth is for, what will you say?”
“Well, I would not because this is for tonight only, Sir!” my slut answered – which is frustrating.
Damnit, I should have known that. I didn’t even want to look at the stunned crowd. I could tell just from the fact there were no more cheers and laughs that I was barking up the wrong tree. I was ad-libbing here – complete improvisation. I decided to just go for it. I decided to roleplay my dad and Eddie mixed together and commit to the bit.
“You look like a reindeer to me, someone who should be humiliated, teased, fucked hard, and put away wet every night of the year, bitch! Are you saying that you consider your fat mouth good for something else 364 days out of the year? What is it? Eating Pie and backtalking your boring-ass husband? You are here because you have a boring ass life!”
Blitzen looked around like she was genuinely embarrassed now, hurt even. No one was cheering me – but I wasn’t going to overthink it.
“What are these fat titties good for? Reindeer milk?” I yanked on her nipples – they were stone-cold hard. She didn’t smile or laugh. “You are telling me that I shouldn’t stick a Snicker’s bar up your asshole and suck on these titties 365 nights a year to get some delicious chocolate reindeer’s milk?”
I heard some giddy laughs – especially from my aunt on that one. I squeezed Blitzen’s fat, droopy tits like they squirt chocolate milk for dramatic/humorous effect.
“You can do that tonight, Sir!” she answered brightly. “Do all of that if you want! That sounds fun!”
“We’re going to have to do SOMETHING to liven things up! I’ve watched you fuck that Candy Dildo so long that you two formed a fucking relationship, broke up, divorced the dildo after taking half of its shit in alimony, had kids from a different marriage, and got back together! Your snatch should be redder than Santa’s asshole right now! You get off on being watched fucking that dildo, don’t you?”
“Hehe, yes, Sir!”
“I bet you’d love nothing more than opening your windows in your shower at night, playing with yourself when your husband is asleep, knowing I am watching through the fucking window because you are a dirty, fucking RILF – a Reindeer I’d like to fuck!!”
That one got some laughs – I was back in business! I liked the enthusiasm of the others at the party when I said that.
Blitzen began to blush. Now, I felt more comfortable with my vulgar little diatribe. I still wasn’t sure where I was going with any of it – but I felt less nervous about it.
“Let me see these pussy lips, what are these for?” I asked as I reached down between her thighs and felt her creamy pussy. Blitzen didn’t move her hands to stop me at all.
“I don’t know, sir?” she sounded demure – considerate, sweet.
The reason that I asked what her pussy lips were for was because I thought the DSL had uses for every body part already made up. It sounded like they had something for mouths, tits, asses, pussies – I assumed that pussy lips would have some cool “use” the girls had to rattle off – like “Polishing shoes and acting as a shower curtain when I go pee!”.
I decided to make something up. There was tittering laughter in the background and the occasional laugh, so I wasn’t completely on the spot.
“Your cunt flaps are for holding back the piss and cum, so it doesn’t just drip out after you get nailed! You just became a winner, Twat! Thanks to me! Do you feel like a winner?”
“Uh ... not really, if I am being...” Blitzen half-answered.
“You will never win with that attitude, you cow! Do you expect any of these men to trade their Sexxmas cards for your fat ass next year if you aren’t in it to win it, Cunt?”
No, Sir, I wouldn’t, but could I say something?”
“I thought you were because your lips are moving!”
“I don’t think I’ll win if we are being honest; I know Eddie and your dad, and all the other men here think I am a fat piece of cow turd with cottage cheese thighs. I’d actually like to be a reindeer 364 other nights out of the week. Still, it’s like you said – I am a boring housewife, and my husband would never understand. That’s why I said It’s just a fantasy for tonight! If I see you after this at all, I’ll probably blush and may even look at you with my big doe-eyes. Sorry!”
She smiled sweetly!
Well, Damn! I wanted something for Blitzen to say, like my aunt’s. I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!” Instead, she said something sweet, self-deprecating, and honest. I didn’t want to demean her and call her a loser.
I heard a few of the girls cheer, and even a few of the men sounded supportive when she said it was only a one-night fantasy. Honestly, I had my doubts because some of these women seemed to enjoy it so much that I could definitely picture them being kinky all year round.
I had never known my mom to act kinky at home, but from what I had been told about how she trained my neighbor – it sounded like she made it a part of her regular activities. That’s what intrigued me the most about this party.
I decided to simplify. “Then anytime I ask you what you are, I want you to say a dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits, cottage cheese thighs, and a farty ass who wishes she could be a reindeer 365 days a year, but Twatmas comes only ONCE PER YEAR!”
I heard a few people guffaw and chuckle.
“That’s a lot to remember, Sir! I’m just a dumb doe-eyed, um ... farty ... fatty ... um ... cottage ... cheese...”
Blitzen was either playing the dumb bimbo to the hilt while sucking her finger, or she was confused.
“If you want me to take you next year to this party and find someone who wants to swap for you, then you’ll learn to do better than that, Twat!” I insisted with a smirk. I told her if I asked what she was, I wanted her to stick her finger in her mouth like a dumb-ass and stop rambling.
“You will admit that you are a dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits and thank them for asking about you!!!” I simplified – that answer seemed to please her and everybody else.
I wanted to give her a long affirmation to repeat out loud about wanting to be desirable so that next year, she could be swapped and establish me as the boss, but I decided short and sweet was going to be the power move.
“Yes, Master!” Blitzen answered enthusiastically, still sucking on her finger and looking up at me from the floor. She realized very quickly after she called me Master that she was supposed to say, Sir, apologized and corrected herself.
“No, I am your Master, Your Rider, and your Sir! You can address me by Master!” I snickered. No one questioned me or corrected me. Several people had stopped watching by this point because I was no longer a novelty act, and I was just dressing down “MY” reindeer.
After it was over, I bent down and whispered, “Thank you, that was fun!” in her ear. She looked at me with confusion and told me that she had enjoyed it as well. She didn’t have much time, though, because Eddie was already going over the rules for anal ring toss.
“Alright, twats, listen up!” He twirled a dildo like a baton, grinning as the room hushed. “Rules are simple. We toss these wreaths over your candy cane ‘tails.’ Get pinned; the most pins win! You’re in the winner’s circle at the end and get left behind while all the other reindeer jiggle their tits down the street, singing Christmas carols out in the cold.”
The girls booed the idea of singing carols.
He made a show of wagging his finger at the women. “No crying if your fat ass gets beaned in the process. It’s all in good fun. Men aim for the holes. Reindeer, make those targets worth hitting.”
You’re a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That’s okay, let’s see how you’re doin’
Put up your dukes, let’s get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Eddie played Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with your best shot.” Until I saw five women wiggling dildos shoved up their asses and in their twats trying to coax men to toss mistletoe wreaths on them – I would never have thought the song had anything to do with sex.
Watching my mom sing along, “Hit me with your best shot, Fire away (fire away)! You come on with it, come on, you don’t fight fair! But that’s okay, see if I care! Knock me down; it’s all in vain” I could imagine her daring someone to shoot a load of cum right on her face.
There was a raw sexuality to how the women moved to the music and how the men tossed their wreaths. It was much more challenging than it looked to score a single point. I aimed exclusively for Blitzen, but nobody else did.
My aunt and the other two “losers” waddled back and forth in a straight line in front of us. They were like dummies in a shooting gallery, and periodically men tossed a mistletoe wreath right at their faces or tried to land it on their tits. It didn’t hurt – but it annoyed them.
“C’mon, guys! I am free! I want to stay behind!” My mom begged as she wiggled her ass. I wasn’t sure why I felt compelled to do it - but I tossed a wreath in her direction, and it managed to slide down the dildo onto her butt cheek.
“Ding-ding-ding!” Cupid made a sound indicating a point had been scored and snatched off the wreath.
“Oh goodie, who did that?” my mom faced forward- cheerfully asking who just put her in the lead of the anal ring toss game. She continued to fuck herself on the candy cane dildo in her pussy.
“Nick!” several people shouted my praises eagerly. I was flattered to get some recognition and assumed my mom would be proud of me as well. She was eager to win – although she seemed perplexed, I’d help her for some reason.
Mom looked over her shoulder at me with surprise. I shrugged like it was no big deal. If it was worth it to them to humiliate themselves this much to avoid singing Christmas Carols, I’d spread my wreaths around. I through a few at my sister’s butt but missed. Then another at Blitzen’s enormous ass.
“Ooh, I have such a big target! Try again, Master!” Blitzen didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know that I was the one who threw the ring at her – no one else even tried to hit her cane with a wreath. I am a fan of the underdog, so it only made me want to throw it harder.
“What are you, Blitzen?” I shouted as I tossed the wreath.
“A dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits; thank you for asking about me, Sir!”
I was disappointed that she hadn’t called me “Master.” It felt unique and spontaneous when Blitzen used that name for me earlier. It made me feel respected and welcome when Blitzen called me Sir at first. She called all the men at the party “Sir” though – so Master felt like an honest compliment.
I chalked up her calling me “Master” to a slip of the lip and tossed a wreath directly at her ass. “Stop clenching and jiggling it, Blitzen! You can still win this!”
The game was something of a test of skill. The men tried to toss the wreaths onto the dildos sticking out of the women’s butts while the women slowly fucked themselves -like moving targets. No one was allowed to hold still. Eddie walked around slapping asses -including his wife’s ass. At the same time, she waddled about retrieving wreaths to make sure that everyone was in motion.
It was also a popularity contest. The girls who preened teased, and were the prettiest got the most attention.
In a few minutes, we had several more “Ding-ding-ding” points. My mom was in the lead, followed by Dancer, and then my sister (Donder). Blitzen wasn’t in last place, but she only had me throwing wreaths at her bottom.
The girls sang along to the Pat Benatar song chorus; when it hit this part, they interjected their own lyrics. It was like a debauched chorus of slutty Milfy reindeers, and I was here for it!
“Cum on with it, Cum On me,
Cum in my hair
But that’s okay, see if I care.
Knock me up and fuck me again!!
Hit me with your best shot!!”
I distinctly got the impression they were begging to get spunked on! My mom, aunt, and sister sang the loudest of all. For sluts who really didn’t want to sing Christmas Carols, they sure loved singing their own raunchy lyrics.
“Well, you’re the real tough cookie with a long history.
Of breaking little pussies like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place (cum in my face!!).”
There was no question that the song had an entirely different meaning to them as they sang along together joyfully – like a bunch of horny women at a bachelorette party.
“Let’s see you fuck yourselves into Reindeer orgasm! The ones who can hump themselves to orgasm will get my wreaths!” Harold joked – the women serving as targets redoubled their effort to fuck their pussies while presenting the candy canes hanging out of their asses. I was shocked at how competitive they were for bragging rights to win a silly game and avoid singing carols.
“Still having fun, Donder?” Evan asked my sister sarcastically. Harley’s puckered asshole wrapped around that dildo like a pair of lips – stretched out and red. I could tell it had to be uncomfortable.
“Just peachy, Sir!”
“How about calling me Master?” Evan asked playfully as he tossed a wreath that bounced off the back of my sister’s head and skittered to the head.
“Land one on the candy cane, and I will,” Donder teased. I was flattered that Evan picked up on the fact that Blitzen had called me something. I hadn’t heard any other reindeer call anyone at the party – Master!
“What are you, Cupid?” I asked Cupid as my sexy aunt waddled over and handed me a couple of wreaths she had retrieved.
“You were such a nice nephew,” Cupid stuck her tongue out at me playfully to joke that she didn’t expect me to pile on to her humiliation. “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
“Is that lower than a dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits?” I snickered as I patted my aunt on the head. I saw her pretty blue eyes light up; she hadn’t expected me to dare to do that.
“I believe we are about the same tonight,” Cupid offered me a wide grin and spoke in her down-home southern accent.
“Only one of you is playing the game, and the other is squatting like a duck, retrieving my wreaths,” I tossed one and missed by a mile. “Go pick that one up, Cupid!”
My aunt shot me a teasingly angry glare and waddled off to do her job. “You know tomorrow is Christmas! I WAS going to get you a new video game, but now I am thinking socks for my least favorite nephew,” she joked.
“Don’t waddle away angry, Aunt Cupid! Just waddle away!” I mocked her as she padded from foot to foot – her sexy ass bouncing and exposed.
“Now, you are getting it!” she smiled playfully. She returned the wreath and observed, “I am shocked you threw a wreath to your mom! You really are here to play! I am not sure my sons would be as comfortable as you are with all this or would even want me to be the winner! I am not sure I’d want to win if they were here, either.”
I wasn’t sure why it was that big of a deal to my aunt, and I didn’t get a chance to ask. “Finalists!” Eddie called out the names of the three women who got to keep playing. He called out the name of my mother in the lead, my sister in second place, and Dancer.
I felt terrible for Blitzen; she looked disappointed as she and Dasher scampered away -heads hung down in shame. Vixen, Cupid, and Prancer squatted in front of the remaining finalists with punch bowls filled with eggnog and apples.
“Oh, this is my favorite part,” Cupid clapped her hands together excitedly as she squatted in front of my mom. Three of the men from the party unceremoniously dunked their heads into the eggnog and held them down!!
Tits, chins, faces, hair – everything covered in eggnog. “Now your big mouths come in handy – every apple you can get your big buck teeth around and pull out of that creamy white eggnog -counts as a point! Keep wiggling your twats on those candy canes, girls! And we’ll keep tossing wreaths your way! It’s homestretch for you sluts now!”
I hadn’t expected how messy, disgusting, and chaotic it would be to watch three men dunk beautiful naked women’s heads in thick, white, oozy fluid resembling a big tank of semen. It was something you had to see to believe.
Eddie started calling the race fast and furious now like an auctioneer. “Here comes Donder’s. She’s got two dildos, two dildos, one in her ass, one in her cunt, dunk that bitch, get an apple, apple, apple, oh she didn’t get it! Dunk her again, put Dasher under, toss a wreath at that pretty pussy, and hit her ass! She’s got a big one! Dimples on that butt! Look at those dimples! We are in the home stretch now, boys! Who will win the chance to fuck our brains out! Will it be Comet, Nick’s Mom-ette? Can she do it again this year and do the entire fucking room! Toss those wreaths on the lucky bitch that’s going to get dogged out! While the other bitches go out and sing in the cold! Think of all that attention, all that jizz – which one of you horny reindeer wants to be gang-banged? Let me see you WORK those pussies in the final stretch!”
Eddie’s fast talk was so lively and funny that I almost missed the part about gang-banging the winner? It suddenly all made sense to me why the women were so competitive and why my aunt thought it was an odd choice I’d help my mother win. I assumed a woman who agreed to a gang bang usually did so because she was a porn actress who was filming it for money – but this was a room full of horny women that degraded and debased themselves for the opportunity to get plowed by all of us?
I had SO many questions! Why wouldn’t we all pair up and fuck? I watched the action unfold as my mother dunked her own head into the eggnog with a determined look on her face – trying to pull apples out with just her teeth.
“Sorry, Sir, this big dumb doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits is a loser,” Blitzen said softly from below me. She had removed the two candy canes she had in her ass and pussy and rested her bottom on my shoes – like a dog that wanted the comfort of her owner. My neighbor looked up at me with a cute but dim expression on her face as she licked her finger, just like I told her to do when she told me who she was.
I caressed her chin and stroked her hair. “You tried your best, Blitzen.”
She seemed a little disappointed. I wasn’t sure if she expected me to yell at her or criticize her.
“Nobody wanted to play reindeer games with me,” she pouted sweetly and batted her eyes.
“Did you know that if you won every man in the room would fuck you?” I asked.
“Sure! I’d love all that attention! I am sure the guys would consider it a punishment, though – look at all these other women...” She removed her finger and indicated the pretty girls – either getting dunked or cheering on the finalists. “Why would you hate to share me or something, Sir?”
“I haven’t had you yet,” I reminded her.
“All you have to do is ask or just pull your dick out and put it in my big-dumb mouth,” she smiled expectantly. I was so ready to cum!
“We aren’t going to get to fuck?” I asked as I unzipped my pants.
“My understanding of the rules is other than the gang bang for the winner of the early games, we don’t fuck until the tree is decorated, Master.”
Blitzen took my cock in her hand, spit on her fingers, and began to stroke me gently while getting me hard. She turned toward my dick to give it the attention that it deserved! This was really happening. It was so hard to believe that I was getting head at an adult party in my own living room!!
“I like it when you call me Master,” I smiled.
“I wasn’t sure if that was okay. It sounded like the right thing to say! I never know what to say,” she admitted. “I’d prefer going down on you over talking anyway,” she admitted as she opened her big mouth and then took my entire length in a single try. She smiled as she looked up at me with her pretty eyes. “What?” she whispered as she pulled her throat off of my cock.
“You are just so pretty,” I stroked her hair; while she gently sucked my cock.
“Oh, please, I know I am a fat cow turd. The only lie is I have pretty doe-eyes. They are shit-brown bug eyes but thank you for trying to make me feel special,” Blitzen went down on my cock and lovingly drenched it in her salvia. That made ME feel special. “I think you are supposed to tease us, so I wouldn’t take it personally anyway,” she promised when she craned her neck off of my dick and took a deep breath.
“What’s the point in insulting you if you don’t actually feel insulted?” I asked as I stroked her hair. She was already sucking me off again. All thoughts about the contest were erased from my mind. She nodded to indicate she understood my question and held her throat on my dick- allowing me to feel her tonsils and throat muscles around the head of my dick.
“Good point,” she gasped. “I like being insulted, though, I think it’s funny, so I am not sure I am qualified to answer. I don’t like it when it happens to other people,” she assured me. Then she looked over her shoulder quickly to ensure my Aunt Daisy wasn’t watching.
Nobody was watching us. They were hyper-focused on dunking the heads of the finalists; it must have been a reasonably close competition because they were cheering them on as the intensity came to a head.
“Sometimes I really enjoy it when Eddie gets a zinger on his wife, but when you called me a farty butt or something? I had a hard time not laughing. I guess I am not taking it seriously,” she throated me again, and as she slid her throat like a scabbard sheathing my drawn sword – my leg muscles cramped. I squirted a huge amount of cum down her throat.
I mean a LOT of jizz! It had been building up since I got there. It’s what I would call a “full release.” It’s that rare moment when every ounce of horny thought and dirty desire gets condensed into a thick liquid and shot out of my dick all at once. It felt great for that brief moment, and then I laid back in total euphoria.
“Oh no,” Blitzen was clearly disappointed for me. “I am sorry,” she apologized without swallowing. “I didn’t mean to make you cum! I hope you aren’t angry!”
I couldn’t have been angry if someone had set me on Fire after robbing my house of everything we owned. I was so wholly Zen – everything was right in the world after that perfect orgasm. I felt a little guilty that I left what felt like 8 full ounces of viscous semen in this woman’s throat.
“Do you want me to swallow it?” she blew a little bubble with my semen and played with it. “I think we have to wait before we can swallow.”
“Oh yes, that’s fine,” I gasped, clearly satisfied. I am not sure why I was holding my stomach, but I put my dick away.
She swallowed it down and thanked me again. “I was told that we’d get spanked or sent to the naughty corner if we made me cum before the main attraction,” she explained. I really didn’t care. I couldn’t think straight.
“That was the best blowjob that I ever had in my life, and I’ll be fucked in the ass before I punish you for it,” I managed to blurt out hastily while trying to catch my breath and recover my composure.
“Aww, really? I leveled up, huh? Your mom and sister taught me a bunch of cool tricks. Dave hasn’t even noticed. He cums so fast that it’s over before I get to practice,” she lamented about her husband.
“If you were my wife and could suck a dick like that, I’d cum real fast too! I’d also never let you out of my sight,” I assured her. I tried to pull her close so that I could kiss her on the lips, but she resisted.
“I am learning, but I am not a blowjob queen like your Mom, Sir,” she admitted as if I knew that firsthand. It was strange how comfortable she was with the idea that I would let my mom give me oral.
“My mom does strive to be the best,” I half-joked.
“I am glad you enjoyed it. I like sucking cock, so it was fun for me to watch you get off. It’s just a BJ; I am sure you have had better, Sir,” she assured me with humility and looked down. My neighbor acted like it was no big deal -barely an inconvenience. It had blown my fucking mind.
I hadn’t HAD a real blowjob before, but I knew that this was going to set the bar for the remainder of my life of what one should feel like. “I don’t think you want to kiss me after what I just did.”
“Nonsense,” I held the back of her head and tried to force her close to me so that I could make out with her. I was basically in love at this point. I would have married her, gone to China for her, promised to name my firstborn after her, whatever – the orgasm was that good.
“Let me say it another way, I’ll lick your dick, or your toes, even suck a fart out of your ass, but I don’t French kiss. I was told that none of the other girls do as well. Don’t be mad, okay, Sir?”
“Oh? Sorry, I didn’t know,” I felt stupid and goofy – for being shot down. I began to recover hastily. I was thankful that a winner was being announced.
“Cumming in with seventeen points, Champion three years in a row, Comet!!” Eddie announced, to applause, cheers, whistles, and people chanting my mother’s reindeer name. “Are you ready for the gang bang?”
“Fuck yeah! I Eat it bitches!” my mom trash-talked the other girls first, milky eggnog still dripping from her face, hair, and tits. “This is MY house, MY pussy, I am about to get ALL your men’s cocks! What do you think about that?”
I should mention that while almost nothing should have surprised me about my mother, she was usually the picture of grace and civility. I was almost as shocked at what she said as what she planned to do with EVERY man in the room – which apparently included me.
There were some boos and jeers from the girls, but mostly everyone was celebrating my mother’s win. It started to hit me that in a few minutes, I might be expected to fuck my own mother. The worst part was that I had just emptied my proverbial tank – and I was out of gas. I couldn’t get it up if every reindeer in the room tried to suck my dick at once.
After a quick round of celebratory shots, Eddie slapped my mom’s ass and sent her and the other girls to shower and clean up. “Wash your pussy and your ass, girls! It’s Christmas Carol time!” he teased.
My mom and the other reindeer disappeared into the bathroom together to shower, including Blitzen. The men talked amongst themselves, but my father and Eddie approached me right away.
“Having fun?” Dad looked down at my jeans. There was probably some spit/cum still on the zipper.
“This is a blast,” I admitted eagerly.
“Good, and you really like Blitzen?” Dad asked – suddenly interested.
“She’s really nice. I wish you guys weren’t so mean to her,” I said.
“That’s how the game is played, and she signed up to be skewered,” Eddie guffawed at the notion.
“She’s got a cute little daughter about your age. You may even parley tonight into meeting her and bring them BOTH next year,” Dad suggested.
“I can bring two women?” I asked- clearly overconfident in my ability to talk game to a mother and daughter.
Eddie and my father laughed about how naively bold I was thinking that I could lure a mother and a daughter to a party like this.
“I’d have to ask this girl, and then she’d figure out her mom cheated on her dad. That may make Blitzen unhappy,” I realized.
“That’s a good point, and I am glad you are thinking about it,” Dad reassured me. “We typically don’t allow any guy who doesn’t bring a girl to participate. I don’t think we’d ever turn down someone who brings two women to trade,” Eddie assured me with a bright wink and a chipper smile.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, son. You have all year to figure that out. You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone outside of this party, especially your little brother, right?” Dad asked me quite seriously. He seemed stone-cold sober, which was strange considering he was a little drunk earlier.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
“Next year, no pussy, no entry, it’s that simple. No sneaking in, no peeping through windows,” Dad asked me to be confident that I understood. I wasn’t sure why they were asking me this because we’d already gone over it.
“I have a favor to ask you, Son,” Dad seemed like he was reluctant or concerned that I might react poorly. Given how well things were going, I would have blown all the snow off the driveway, painted the outside of the house, and built him a snowman if my father had asked me to do it as a favor.
“We need someone to watch over the girls while they are doing Christmas Carol,” Eddie finished for my father because my dad was waffling.
I was actually relieved to be asked to do that. The main reason was that I had no interest in fucking my mom or watching her get fucked by a room full of men. The second was that it sounded like I was being asked to be “in charge.”
“We normally pick one of the girls to do it, and its usually Daisy. It’s super easy,” Eddie assured me. He started to explain what I had to do, but my dad interrupted.
“Your mom is hardcore into the Christmas party traditions, Son. I know she would fuck you if you wanted to stay, but I’d like to take a walk with the girls while we do this,” Dad told me it was him that was uncomfortable.
I wasn’t able to get an erection, I had zero interest in fucking my mom even if I did, but I had to say something because Dad was being a hypocrite. “Didn’t you have to spank Comet to get her to treat me like a regular party member?”
“Let me tell you something about your mom,” Dad leaned in close to me as if he were passing along sage advice or secret information. “She complains and bitches, but she needs a bit of a shove. She’ll protest, and if you back down, then she takes your measure. She respects people who stand up to her. It’s hard to explain, but your mom protested you being here because she felt she had to be the one to do that. Once your Uncle and I put her in her place, she was on board with treating you like any other guest. That means if you were here for the gang bang, she’d let you take her in any hole.”
“Can I ask why you guys don’t just fuck all the women at once?”
Eddie and my father grinned. “We’ve tried it many different ways over the years,” Eddie said. He reminded my dad about the time they had a big tub of eggnog and made the girls wrestle in it. “We’ve done orgies, and sometimes that’s all the party was when we first started having it.”
“Most of these girls are hyper-competitive, Nick. They thrive on games and being judged. Most of them were cheerleaders or beauty contest pageant winners,” Dad explained.
“ ... Or strippers,” Eddie added “They were top bananas at the club and had to make more than any other girl. Your Aunt and Comet used to work at the Cheetah...” Eddie started to regale me with a fascinating story about my mother as a stripper, but my dad stopped him before Eddie could get into details.
“The answer to your question is that we do the early games to get the men horny and work the women up into a nice lather. One of them is going to get tossed around and used like a fuck doll, while the other seven go out singing Christmas Carols and show a little cheesecake. The reindeer songs are a tradition, but none of the girls like doing them. It’s kind of a humiliating punishment. Don’t worry – we will decorate the tree at the end of the party and then you’ll get laid, I promise.”
“I am going to punish them?” I asked – trying not to sound too eager to be their tormentor. I didn’t want to be the “bad guy” and as far as I was concerned the women had done nothing wrong at all.
“No, you can bring a paddle and spank them if they get out of line or talk back,” Eddie handed me a wooden paddle that had the words “SANTA’S CUMMING” carved into one side and mistletoe symbols around a cock on the other side. The handle was well-worn and sweaty. It felt like this may be one of Eddie’s favorite paddles, and he trusted me with it.
“All you have to do is make them change and then hustle them over to the gazebo. They sing about nine songs, Snap a few pictures, and be back in less than an hour,” Dad explained.
“Aren’t we going door-to-door?” I asked.
“No, a few years back, a few of the neighbors complained. We post them up at the gazebo. They were there last year. You should have about a dozen or so people that may show up to watch. You can invite them to snap pictures, throw snowballs at the girls, whatever,” Eddie suggested.
“I thought snapping pictures was taboo and forbidden at the party?” I asked.
“You aren’t AT the party,” Dad explained. “You’ll be out in public, and I assure you that any perverts who show up for these talentless dipshits to sing their favorite Christmas songs off-key aren’t there for the harmonies. They’ll want to see tits and ass and take snaps. Don’t let the girls get too distracted.”
“if you run into trouble, ask Daisy to take over,” Eddie suggested as he put his hand on my shoulder.
There was no fucking way I was going to let them down or ask my aunt to step in. I was excited about the opportunity, but I didn’t want to seem too eager. “How come you have a problem with me fucking mom, but you didn’t have a problem with Donder coming here to the party last year?” I asked my father.
“Who says I didn’t have a problem with it?” Dad grinned at me with an amused expression. “Your sister trained for months just to come here, and I had to approve it. She didn’t just sneak into the window and get brought in by Eddie,” Dad gave my uncle a disapproving glance. Eddie shrugged – he didn’t care.
“Your sister had to accept the idea that I might trade your mom for her, and that meant I’d be HER rider. The first time I brought her with your mom, so I was that cool guy you want to be who had his own mother-daughter reindeer team to trade,” Dad bragged to himself for a moment. “This year, she brought her boyfriend. I don’t think he’s that into it. I suspect he’ll break up with her after the party.”
“Good riddance to that pussy boy,” Eddie said. “No offense to you, Pussy boy,” he looked at me and winked. “Some pussy boys are quite welcome.”
“Thanks, Uncle Eddie,” I snickered.
“Here is what I want you to do when your Aunt goes with you,” Eddie told me he wanted some extra pictures of her. “I want you to make her squat and piss her name in the snow – CUPID. Do that before she gets dressed.”
“Before she gets dressed?” I asked for confirmation.
“Yeah, they’ll put on their costumes a little closer to the park. They usually streak through the neighborhood. It’s Christmas Eve, and we are covered in snow. The girls know how to hide behind trash cans and cars. It’s kind of fun. All you have to do is not blow their cover and follow them,” Dad explained.
“Then I want you to drop her anal plug in the snow while she is changing; let it get good and cold. Fuck it, do it to all of them,” Eddie grinned.
“Anal plug?” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“They’ll have plugs with cute little bells. You carry them and tell them it’s a gift from Santa Claus for naughty little reindeer. They’ll get it,” Eddie said. “If they give you any guff, remind them you are Santa’s head elf, and when you are giving me head, I’ll make sure they don’t get any presents!”
My uncle was obviously being facetious. “I don’t like being cruel to them,” I said.
“It’s just a game, and the girls know how it’s played, Son. They will expect us to do something like that. If the cops come or something, have the good sense to haul ass. Don’t let them wander off or start sucking cocks and bring them all back. We’ll be done in less than an hour. You have nine songs for them to sing. It’s really not that hard. It’s a tradition that they started on the first Twatmas Eve, but nobody really wants to do it anymore.”
“It’s kind of like Candy Corn at Halloween or Peeps and black jellybeans at Easter. Everyone expects them, but nobody wants them,” Eddie explained.
“Great, and I get to go lead the thing nobody wants to do?” I said.
“You could stay here and fuck Comet, watch us pass her around, or go in your room, Son. I am asking you to go Christmas caroling. Next year, if you are here – then you will be expected to be part of the gang bang. I guess I am just uncomfortable sharing her with you this year. I thought I’d be fine with it. I hoped that your mom and Donder would lose, but they both worked their asses off to be in the winner’s circle!”
“Donder really wanted to be gang-banged by you and Eddie?” I thought that was odd.
“Last year, she was as timid as a mouse. This year she’s ready to fuck,” Dad seemed proud of Harley when he said that. “Cock is cock to a reindeer, so the fact that you are related is not supposed to matter to either of them. Obviously, though, we are in the real world, and it might.”
“Listen,” Eddie had some last-minute words for me. “If you have any more questions, any at all,” Eddie leaned in very close, and I could smell the tequila on his breath. “Write those questions on a small sheet of paper. Fold that paper twice, this way,” he folded some paper to show me and then folded it another way. “Then wad that up and shove it up your ass and man up.”
Eddie and my Dad chuckled before hustling the girls out to explain how it was going to go this year. I was supposed to carry a small bag with their clothes. It jingled. The girls were permitted to wear heels and red collars with a single silver bell, and that was it.
“I hope all of you slutty whores are ready to sing some Christmas Carols and spread Christmas cheer instead of Christmas pussy! Nick is going to go with you – he’s in charge. You know the way to the gazebo! So, get to stepping, sluts!”
“Where are we going to cum?” Eddie shouted out loud. On cue, the other men at the party shouted their thunderous reply: “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!”
“Guide these whores home safely, make sure they perform all nine songs, get some good pictures, and we’ll see you in about an hour,” Eddie pulled my mom over to him and put his arm around her.
She was completely nude, not even wearing her BDSM rope or ornaments, just like the other girls in heels and a red collar with a bell. “I hope you aren’t going because of me, Sir. You can stay and fuck the shit out of me if you want. It’s a Twatmas party,” My mom’s pretty eyes locked with mine. I knew she was serious, but I wasn’t entirely comfortable.
“I am going to go with the Christmas Carolers! If you earn it next year, you can have my dick!” I sneered. Some of the men cheered, and my mom seemed mildly amused.
“I understand, have fun! Be back for dinner!” she warned, just like she might if I were going out with my friends. “Here, let me call Hunter Johnson’s mom and let them know you won’t be back tonight!”
Eddie and my Dad told me to hustle outside while my mom took care of that. I was shocked that the other seven girls followed me into the backyard. It was cold outside.
“You guys aren’t cold?” I asked a stupid question. They certainly looked cold -standing there in the snow.
“It’s frostier than a witch’s titty. Are you going to lead us to the park?” My aunt asked.
“What are you supposed to call me?”
“We’re out in public,” Daisy rolled her eyes. “I asked if you are going to lead us to the park, Sir?”
“No, they told me you reindeer know the way! You are supposed to hide behind trash cans and cars and haul ass there.”
Blitzen seemed the most nervous of the bunch. She kept looking in the direction of her house. It was still light out, but the sun would set soon. She followed the other girls as they fanned out in all directions toward the park at the end of the street. Tits jiggling, asses bouncing; I couldn’t believe how audacious this all was.
I couldn’t help but think about the fact that back at my house, a room full of men was ravaging my mother, and she was probably loving it. It was an odd mental image in my head. Easily replaced by watching big butt cheeks smash together as these girls took care not to get caught – hopping behind bushes and houses as they snuck their way to the park.
“Why can’t you just change back at the house?” I asked Daisy while leaning up against a neighbor’s car with her.
“The guys like to make this hard on us. I am sure Eddie told you to stick that paddle where the sun doesn’t shine or throw snowballs at my face the entire time?” she asked, almost like she was encouraging me to do it.
“He told me to put your butt plug in the snow and make you pee your name?”
“Is that all? Hell, I would have peed my name in the snow anyway,” My Aunt seemed disappointed as she took off a little further. They made their way to the park carefully, a few feet at a time. There were no cars out, and it was Chilly on Christmas Eve – it wasn’t likely we’d run into someone, but you never know.
Once we made it to a small dumpster behind a store, the girls stopped and asked for their clothes. I dropped their butt plugs in the snow and passed out their outfits. They were very elaborate reindeer hats, Santa Claus vests, red garters, etc. – but no bottoms of any kind.
A car could have come by at any moment, most of the girls seemed calm and collected about hiding out here behind the dumpster even though we were close to a parking lot.
The Christmas vests came down just low enough that they might cover most of their ass and pussy- but not all of it.
I noticed Blitzen was a little shocked by how little coverage she was going to have. My sister grew up on this street and knew almost everyone, but she had moved away to college. Blitzen was the only one besides my mom that lived around here. I worried about her.
“Are you going to be alright?” I whispered.
“It’s fine, Master. I never wear anything sexy in public,” she said as she stepped into the garters and pulled them up. “I just don’t want what I do to get back to Dave.”
“Are you worried if your daughter finds out?”
“Not really, she probably wouldn’t believe it,” Blitzen smiled proudly. Her giant tits bounced as she struggled to get the one size fits all garters over her big thighs. I had never really noticed how tall she was indoors. Blitzen usually slouched so that she didn’t seem so much like a giantess. However, while she was getting dressed, I realized that she was a full head taller than me and much taller than the other women. “Why? Are you planning on cheating on me with her?” she giggled sweetly.