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As hard as he was trying, Rafael couldn't remember the last time he had felt as ridiculous as he currently did. He had already cast his mind as far back as his first, awkward blowjob experience, and even that didn't seem quite so … deliberate .

The hallway in front of Olivia's condo was warm, and the curly white polyester of the beard he was wearing was already starting to itch. With a quick sigh, he knocked on the door and squeezed his hands in anxious anticipation. Thankfully, he wasn't forced to wait longer; the door opened promptly to reveal the brunette smiling broadly.

“Santa!” she exclaimed brightly. “You made it!”

When she stepped aside to usher him in, he noticed Amanda just beyond her, leaning against the doorway to the living room with a mixed drink in one hand. It struck him, momentarily, how anyone would kill to be him this Christmas Eve.

“Did you bring us a present, Santa?” Rollins asked, smirking into her highball glass as she blinked, languidly.

“That depends. Did you leave out something for Santa to eat and drink?”

Liv had disappeared up the entryway hall, and now her voice floated down to them: “We wouldn't forget!” They joined her in the living room to find her holding a Scotch on the rocks for Rafael. She motioned for him to take a seat in the wingback chair, urging the drink into his hand.

The burn of it over his throat felt cooling compared to the overwhelming combination of the heavy costume and what the two women were wearing. Liv was a naughty Mrs. Claus in what could only be described as Christmas hot pants - crushed red velvet, with soft fur trim around the legs - and a matching red bustier top with jaunty black bows at the bottom and garters. The blonde had opted for a modern elf interpretation: dressed in red and dark green tartan bra and boyshort set, paired with white cotton socks to the thighs.

Barba downed half the glass in his first go, his gaze flitting from one tall lady to the other. In the back corner of the room, Olivia’s Christmas tree twinkled mutedly, as if it, too, were complicit in their merrymaking. He set his drink aside, patting one of his knees. 

“Come sit on my lap and tell me what your Christmas wish is,” he rumbled.

Liv smiled and brushed purposefully against Amanda’s warm skin as she crossed to the armchair. She settled her weight and hung an arm around his shoulders conspiratorially, using it to help keep herself steady as she leaned toward his ear. Rafael's breath was hot, trapped between his lips and the beard that was becoming unbearable. He could feel - or perhaps imagined -  Olivia's lips ghost against his ear as she whispered to him.

“I want to sit on your throbbing cock, while Amanda has your - “ she chuckled lowly, and Rafa’s cock jumped at the sound “ - Santa sack in her mouth.”

Jesus.

He stared straight ahead when she stood up abruptly, the weight leaving his lap where the only thing he could feel was the blood pounding to his dick. Amanda plopped into the spot Liv vacated, but on the opposite knee.

“Elves don't usually sit on Santa's lap,” he teased.

“You can make an exception this one time, can't you, Mr. Claus?” Rollins twisted a curl from the faux beard around one of her fingers and smiled, her blue eyes languorous.

“Just once. Tell me your wish.”

“I want Liv to ride my face and tongue, while I take as many fingers from your hand as I can into my pussy.”

Rafael felt heat vent through the costume’s collar as he shifted, like a cartoon steam whistle in a classic Looney Tune. Something had to come off, or he was going to have a heat stroke before he ever got to any other type.

“Why don't you reach down and see if you like what I brought you?” he dipped his chin to his chest for good measure.

The Velcro crotch on the bright fleecy pants opened easily, exposing red silk boxers printed with candy canes. They were tented boisterously, and Amanda pulled him out just in time to catch a drop of precum against her thumb pad, stroked back across his wide head. Barba slid a hand inside one cup of the plaid bra and rolled the nipple between two fingers in response.

Liv got to her knees on the rug and leaned in over the spot where the blonde still had his erection in a vise grip.

“Open wide,” Rollins murmured, watching greedily as she fed the first inches into Olivia’s pink mouth. Then she held her head, using both hands to guide her up and down Barba’s thick length.

He could hardly take it, afraid for a second he was going to lose it already as he felt his cockhead twitch and swell into her willing throat. Amanda used her until he was drenched in strings of saliva that began to drip toward his balls. When she pulled off completely, Liv leaned back on her calves and reached for the wide black belt at the waist of her bottoms.

“Are you hungry, Santa?” she asked, pulling the belt open. When the belt and the shorts were tossed aside, she got back to her feet. Bent at the waist, she put her palms to her own knees and presented her pussy to him, shining with the catch of light on her slick wet.

With a grunt, Barba hooked a forearm at her waist and sat forward in the chair, walking her a step backward so that they met in the middle, tongue thrusting between swollen lips. A tight, close slap followed as both hands went to the bottom of her ass cheeks, holding and pulling her open roughly. He rocked her gently forward, letting gravity pull her back onto the spear of his tongue. And again.

They rocked like that, all three straining to hear the rapid pants Liv heaved, impossibly faster as Rafael licked and stroked her toward orgasm.

“Amanda-ah-aaa,” she whined, biting her thumb and pouting like an insolent child demanding extra dessert.

The blonde grinned and curled her hand near where Rafa’s tongue was still working. “You want me in there too, Babe? Okay.” Two fingers slid inside, nudging Liv’s G-spot while her clit was circled by the tip of his tongue.

She shook into her orgasm, weight supported tenderly by both of them until she was safely on the other side. Barba didn't wait, wanted her swollen and pulsing around him immediately. He pulled her by the hips toward his lap, not even bothering to push the pants or boxers any lower. Steadying his soaked cock, he helped Olivia to her Christmas gift, watching her sink onto him eagerly.

She leaned back into his chest, hips rolling, groaning softly at the thick fullness. Rafael dipped both his hands into the shelf of the bustier, taking the globes of her warm breasts into his palms. “How’s that, darling?” he murmured close to her ear. “Santa filling your Christmas cookie?”

“Feels so good, Raf.”

Amanda crouches in front of them as Barba takes an experimental thrust upward, watching with bright eyes where the two are engorged and connected. One hand teases into the front of her thong, fingers circling her hard clit. She can tell that his balls are heavy and full, dusky between his legs as they rut. The blonde licks her lips and comes closer quietly, nipping Liv’s warm inner thigh when she can reach it, then licking down until her tongue hits target.

“Fuck!” he hisses and bucks when Rollins’ wet tongue dances across his sac, then throws caution aside and sucks one fragile ball into her mouth.

A gentle, tasting suckle and a ticklish finger stroke inside Olivia’s shaking thigh, then the talented little elf has both balls in her mouth at once. Her sucking is careful, but so wet, saliva making everything glide and drip. Rafael can hear her, fucking slurping on his balls, and he knows his first orgasm is a foregone conclusion at the sensory overload of if all.

“What a good girl,” he growls to Liv, flushed and grinding his lap as it starts to hit him, “take your gift from Santa, now.”

Eyes twinkling, Amanda lets him go with a pop, her fingers take over stroking his balls as she watches Barba fill the brunette with a pulsing orgasm. With another couple shallow thrusts, the come starts to roll down and she darts forward immediately, licks up his sac, the shaft, and between the cleft of Olivia's messy pussy where they are still joined.

“Amanda! Baby ,” Liv gasps, and the tone of her voice makes Rafa’s heart pound.

The clock chimes one, and all is well.

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Barba sits in the chair and nurses his refilled scotch, watching the two girls carefully. He has at last shed the heavy red pants, and the silk boxers now soaked with his and Olivia’s combined juices. The Santa jacket is open, parted over his dark chest, and the hand not holding his drink is coaxing his dick back for round two.

On the floor in front of the Christmas tree, Amanda is splayed out on a soft blanket with the brunette straddled over her. The television flickers on one of those faux fireplace channels - better than stretches of silence, as corny as it may seem.

Amanda’s face is struck with an expression of hungry ecstasy as she cups a hand between Liv’s legs, long fingers stroking. “Fuck, you’re so swollen,” she groans, wriggling beneath the weight. “Please …”

Olivia smirks and lets her head fall back, sliding the wet cleft of her lips against the plying fingers. “Please what?”

“Need my tongue on you,” Rollins clarifies immediately, shivering.

She moves up until she is kneeling above the blonde’s head, sits back to meet the tongue in question. The moan that Liv lets out as Amanda thrusts and sucks into her wetness is exquisite and goes a distance toward reviving Rafael's cock. In no particular hurry, he leaves his seat and walks to join them.

Olivia turns her head at the sound of his shiny, black Santa boots on the floor. She is pulling at her own dark pink nipples, but still opens her mouth, obliging Rafa to fill it when he reaches them. Just a couple deep, hard sucks - she knows he's not here for her, at least not first.

He leaves her on her throne then, stepping lower, kneeling between Amanda's splayed thighs. The tartan boyshorts are soaking at the crotch, and he presses a finger into the crease of wet fabric appreciatively before he slides them down and off.

“Reach back here, and help spread her open for Santa,” he tells Liv. Her hand travels down over Amanda's belly until her fingers can reach. She opens the soaked pussy’s lips with a fore and middle finger.

Rafael pushes in two fingers to start, groaning at the clutching heat of it, using all his patience to stroke slowly. Amanda muffles her response into her fevered suckling, pushing Liv back to the edge, making it hard for her to stay balanced so precariously.

“My mouth is so empty, Santa,” she pouts.

Rafael gives Amanda a third finger, watching her take it greedily. “You’ll have to hold that thought, darling - Amanda needs her present first.”

There is less time between the third finger and the fourth. God, she is so tight, and so wet. His cock is back to full attention, even beading precum at the sound of the blonde’s breathless wails, in between flicks of Olivia’s clit. Barba curls his fingers closed, tucking his thumb in tight as he prepares to brush his knuckles against the G-spot.

Liv comes in her lover’s mouth, panting and humping. Rafa’s cock drips. He moves his hand, and Amanda lets out a scream that the brunette tries to stifle with fingers. Carefully, slowly, he fucks her with his fist. The orgasm that follows is deep, a contraction of muscles that will leave her sore the next day, but such a feeling of fullness that she is left breathless.

Still straddling the body below her, Olivia turns directions so she is facing Barba, tugs him up onto his knees. She swallows until he hits the back of her throat, then bobs rapidly, alternating the two. It drives him crazy. When she pulls off, she reaches for Rollins’ tender, throbbing cunt and fucks two fingers rapidly in and out.

“Fuck her with your cock, Santa. I want to see.”

Arms around her thighs, he pulls her closer, nudges the angry red head of himself into her and bottoms out to his balls.

“Jesus!” Amanda grits out, squeezing around him immediately.

Olivia allows a handful of thrusts before she urges his pelvis back, replacing his cock with her fingers again. Her strokes purposefully rub hard at the G-spot a second time. They go back and forth: her fingers, his cock, until Amanda thinks she is going to shoot into orbit.

What happens instead is, the blonde lets go a squirting orgasm while Rafael is buried inside her, soaking them both. He grunts with the surprise and satisfaction of it, pulling out to stroke himself to completion while watching.

“Come on her pussy, Santa,” Liv requests with bright eyes, “so I can lick her clean.”

How can he say no? They've been such good girls, after all. He jerks hot ropes of cum between Rollins’ legs like cacography, milking out every last drop. Olivia gathers it on her two fingers as if stealing icing from a cake, thrusting it inside her lover's hard-worked quim before she crouches low and dives in, licking and sucking it down.

Not long after they exhaust themselves, the clock strikes three A. M. and Rafael grins in the glow of the tree lights. The three of them are curled in a warm heap.

“Merry Christmas to all,” he rumbles quietly.

Liv yawns. “And to all a good night.”

The night is good, and all is well

END