Rachel Brandon sat by the fireplace, waiting for the jolly man that had come to visit her every Christmas since she was sixteen. She waited and worried. Was this the year that he didn’t return? Was this the year that she finally got pregnant and had his child?

As the night wore on, the 28 year old mother of two wonderful little boys asked herself if she was just wasting her time. It had been 12 years since that first visit, and each year she fell more in love with the man with the white beard.

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A sixteen year old Rachel sat in her room, getting ready for bed the night before Christmas. She had developed into a lovely young lady recently. Since her father died, her mother had a hard time providing everything that a young lady wanted but she was never without clothes, food, housing and the basic necessities.

Her auburn hair shone as she brushed it, the same routine every night. She brushed and brushed until her hair shone like pure silk. Sitting naked in front of the dressing table, she set down the brush when she finished. She knew that her body was perfect. The other girls in school were always trying to put her down because she wasn’t rich, but she knew the truth. They were jealous because their boyfriends, bothers and fathers were all drooling over her hot little body. She had managed to maintain her virginity throughout the last few years, but her own desires were making it harder to do.

Sighing, she slid onto her bed and lay on her back. She felt so horny all the time, it was so distracting during the day but oh so delicious at night. Her hands rubbed down her ribs, touching gently like a feather. She wanted release so bad, but it felt so much better when she built herself up. Her hands moved along her body and rubbed across her breasts. Her nipples instantly popped up, her body began to tingle in pleasure. As she caressed herself, her mind thought to a man that she loved. He was strong, virile, and was so commanding. He was perfection to her. Her fingers brushed across her pussy. Her mind felt like it was burning, her breath came shorter.

Turning her attention to her mind’s perfect man, her hands rubbed along the outside of labia. Her body was beginning to show a slight sweat, glowing like the moonlight shining off of fresh snow. She could feel her oncoming orgasm as her fingers flew up and down her cute slit. Lost in her passion, her hands moved of their own accord. They teased, tugged, and finally zeroed in on her clit. Her orgasm sprang up and washed over her, she convulsed on her bed. Her silent scream made her mouth tense up and twitch, her body was stiff like a statue of pleasure.

As she came down from her cum, she heard a gentle shuffling outside of her room. Knowing that her mother was asleep already, she became mildly concerned and snuck her head out of her room to see what the noise was. Standing in the room was a jolly, older gentleman. His silver hair that hung to his shoulders was unmistakable; his stance let her know immediately who it was. Her dream lover was standing in her home. His red jacket and rosy cheeks were just as she had remembered during all of her fantasies. Rachel knew that she would have him tonight.

She snuck up behind him and slipped a hug around his waist. He spun, surprised at the interruption. Her kiss quickly brought recognition to his tired mind, and he returned it with his own special intensity. As his beard rubbed along her cheek, Rachel’s head swam with the emotions rolling through her hormone driven, teenaged body; her fantasy was coming true.

She stepped back from the gentleman, slid the dressing robe from her shoulders and presented herself to her man. His eyes widened as she told him of her love and fantasies, he trembled with excitement from the very notion that the young girl wanted him. He stood slowly, his eyes searching hers for the slightest glimpse of hesitation. Finding none, he slipped out of his clothes. He also had dreamed of this, but never had entertained the notion that a lovely girl such as this would come to him.

They made passionate love for several hours: Tasting, touching, and exploring their worlds together. Finally, as all good things must, their time came to an end. Despite his protests, she extracted a promise for him to return to her every year.

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6 years later.

Since their last time, she had gotten married, but that was of no consequence when it came to her Christmas lover. She met him as always in the living room. This year she had another surprise; she was pregnant. It was her husbands, and the fact of infidelity never crossed her mind. Her lover was coming, and that was all that mattered.

Upon his arrival, they began their illicit loving. For two hours they touched and tasted and partook of each others bodies. Also for two hours, they had an unknown observer. Upon her lover’s departure, she was confronted by her husband. The words were tense; angry even. In the end, she told her husband that she needed this. It was her very existence. The intellectual in him understood her needs, the male ego didn’t.

Upon the arrival of the twins, the divorce was finalized. Custody was amiable, providing that each Christmas Eve they spend the night with their father. The children’s support would never be questioned with the trust funds that were established. Inside her heart, she knew that she had made the right choice for her own peace of mind.

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Present.

As her mind had reflected on years gone past, her body became relaxed, and her spirit hopeful. She felt drowsy and content, while her heart skipped a beat or two; longing for her lovers touch. Suddenly, the draft roused her from her waking sleep. Her eyes glanced first at the door, which remained firmly closed. Looking up, she shrieked and launched herself into his arms. The kisses she planted on his lips were passionate, her hugs urgent. She needed her man.

Slowly he set her down, not letting go but unable to continue carrying the woman. In these later years, his heart had begun to give him troubles. He sat with her and reminisced about times new and old. They shared their hearts and minds. Fearfully, she looked at the older gentleman and asked “Is this our last time?” He nodded, unsure of what to say. She nodded and said “Then let’s make it like our first time, Grandpa.”

She quickly slid the robe from her shoulders, revealing the peaches and cream skin that had driven her grandfather to lust over the years. Her hair still shone, her skin still felt like satin to his touch. He pulled her into his lap and cuddled her, whispering his love and desire into her ear. His hands moved across her body, his fingers touching and teasing her. As he near her breasts, he paused, admiring each firm globe with his fingers and tongue. He spent time adoring her luscious body, placing each touch away in his memory as if it were a keepsake to be treasured for eternity.

She slowly removed pieces of his clothing while he worshiped her, gently taking each piece and placing it aside. The years of him playing Santa to the local children’s hospital on Christmas Eve had made her love and appreciate him all that much more. His arrival at her home within minutes of completing his service, had always had shown his dedication to her. His body was beginning to show the effects of time, but in her mind no man had looked as good.

Once his clothing and garb had been removed, she silently slid down his leg. Slurping his flaccid cock into her mouth, she began to hum “Silent Night” while licking and sucking. Exactly the same way he had taught her those twelve years before. Each year also brought a gift to match the “Twelve Days of Christmas”. This year was the last, and she knew she would have to move forward after this one last time.

Once he had reached erection, she withdrew his cock from her mouth and lay on the floor in front of the fireplace. He quickly maneuvered his body so he could taste her honey, and began to hum “The Little Drummer Boy” on her clit. Her orgasm was almost instantaneous. Her body writhed and twitched on the carpet, leaving her feeling peaceful but still wanting more.

Lying down beside his beautiful granddaughter, he pulled her close to him and hugged her naked body to him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her side urgently and rose up to take him inside of her. She straddled his waist and aimed his hard prick at her steaming pussy. Gently she took him into her body, feeling the same love and fevered passion that came with every coupling that they had. Slowly she rose, only to plunge down onto him and feel him bump into her cervix.

Concerned about her hurting herself in her passion, he reached up and held her hips to ensure she didn’t slam down too hard. She rode him and peaked it seemed continually. As she came the final time, he deposited his seed deep into her body. He knew this time he was giving her his child. Each time he had been with her he had taken precautions to make sure that she was not saddled with his child, but as his final gift to her, he gave her what she really wanted for Christmas.

Hours later when they were both sated and drained, they cleaned each other in the bath and he placed her in her bed. Content for the time being that she was content; he kissed her head and tucked her in. He silently slipped out of the house, pausing only to place the key she had given him on the mantle. As he got in his car he said to himself “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”