8 Ft Inflatable Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.

He could not help but gasp. He saw two huge stone carvings standing beside Mount Snowood. The two stone statues were both a thousand meters tall and were carved into the shape of a man and a woman.

Lifting his hand from my eyes, I open them and see the most glorious sight. "Oh my gosh Austin. I love it!" I scream jumping up and down taking in the giant Christmas tree before me. It's the biggest tree I have ever seen, littered with silver and gold bulbs, ornaments and white blinking lights. There are at least one hundred presents under the enormous thing and beside them is the best gift I have ever received. "Mommy, mommy, you see it?" Mason says jumping up and down, pointing up as if I hadn't noticed the fifteen foot tree in front of me.

Sasha had told her all about the festive custom of blanket toss among the Clan of Undine. She made sure to jump in the center of the trampoline, which was optimal. She bounced higher and higher, stretching the trampoline fabric as far down as it would go. But she was still a long way from the lowest hoop that could swing her to the Drop Target letters. That hoop was exactly thirty feet away.

I reached down and fingered my swollen and aching clit, nearly sobbing as the sensations crashed into one another, forcing me to cum over and over. Santa shouted to the ceiling, so loud in fact, I bet his reindeer shifted uneasily on the roof at the sound, and with one final thrust, filled me up with a full load of sweet Santa spooge. “Uhhhh,” he groaned as he withdrew. I collapsed and rolled to my back. Santa wiped at the beads of sweat along his hairline and exhaled a long, deep breath. His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion.

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat

And him. Santa—Mr. Clausen still sat on the throne, slowly removing the padded belly and loosening the wide black belt. The red jacket hung open, revealing a fitted white undershirt that clung to a chest I’d only ever seen from a distance when he mowed the lawn back home. Broad. Real. Nothing fake about it. He hadn’t looked at me once since the last family left, but I felt his attention like a physical weight. Every slow movement was deliberate. Every breath was measured.

I can remember doing 80 mph the whole way. When I got to her house I knocked on her door, and one big fella, her uncle, answered the door. This was the first time I've ever seen her uncle, have always heard of him but he didn't come for Christmas He was about 6'5" tall and looked like one mean guy. In a little, squeaky mouse voice; I asked if Issa was there. He said that she was and he invited me in.