Here Cums Santa’s Cock

by Freya Gersemi

©Copyright 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover Design by ahorsewithnoname.

This book is dedicated to AlexFourways who has supported me from the start and has unfailingly cheered me on from across the pond.

This book is also dedicated to Figjamkiss. Without his guidance and endless belief in my writing, this book would not have been possible.

I am honored to call them friends.

Thank you!

Foreword

My main writing involves Freya and her best friends, Cynthia and Katie, and her beau, Alex. Periodically, I like to take a little detour into what I call the “Alternate Freya-verse.” This is one of those stories that exists outside of the “normal” universe that I’ve created. In this story, Cynthia and Katie troll some local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun, huh?

I wrote this story near the end of my first year as an erotic fiction author and with this story, I wanted to really get crazy. I wanted to end the year with a bang (or over a dozen bangs, to be precise!!). This story involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial - this story has a lot going on!!!

I hope that you enjoy it!!!

Chapter 1

“Fuckin’ rabbits!”

Katie looked up from the book she was reading. She was used to Cynthia’s random non-sequiturial outbursts, but this one was odd, even by her standards. “So, now you don’t like rabbits?”

“What? No. Freya and Alex. Ever since she decided that she wanted to have a baby, they’ve been going at it like fucking rabbits,” Cynthia complained.

Katie nodded in understanding. “Well, that is how babies are made.”

“Yeah, but do they have to screw all the damn time?”

“What does it matter to you?” Katie put her book down and looked at Cynthia. “Oh.” She nodded in understanding. “Are you feeling a little left out?”

Cynthia frowned, then shoveled half a pancake into her mouth.

“You know, you don’t have to eat like a pig every time you’re upset about something,” Katie commented.

“Phuk ooo!” Cynthia shot back, her mouth stuffed with half-chewed pancake, syrup dripping down her chin.

Picking her book back up, Katie muttered, “Or happy about something. Or sad about something. Or scared of something. Or frustrated. Or -”

With the other half of the pancake already crammed into her mouth, Cynthia just stuck her middle finger up and continued chewing.

Katie looked at her, angrily. “You know, I’m just trying to help because I love you.”

Cynthia put her fork down with a clatter and gave Katie two middle fingers.

“You’re a jerk,” Katie replied and resumed reading her book.

Cynthia swallowed, took the last gulp of her coffee, then sat there stewing. “It’s just not fair,” she finally said.

Katie rolled her eyes, put her bookmark back into the book, carefully placed it onto the table, and looked coolly at Cynthia. “What’s not fair?”

“We just started to - you know - all have sex together -”

“You had just started to enjoy Alex’s penis, you mean?” Katie interrupted.

“Well, yeah… but…”

“No. That’s exactly it,” Katie stated firmly. “What does Freya give you that I don’t?”

“No. But -”

“Yes, but!”

Cynthia closed her mouth in a pout.

Katie continued. “I know that you love me. Blah, blah, blah. But you miss his penis.”

Now it was Cynthia’s turn to roll her eyes. “Can you at least call it a dick?”

“His wee-wee. His little pee-pee.”

“It’s not little,” Cynthia interjected.

“You’re suffering from weiner withdrawal.”

Cynthia shrugged and stared down at her empty plate.

“You miss his johnson,” Katie added.

Cynthia looked up at her. “‘Johnson?’ What are you, a ninety-year-old spinster?”

Katie stood up and began to collect the breakfast dishes. When she tried to pick up Cynthia’s plate, Cynthia grabbed her hand and held it. Looking up at Katie, she told her, “I love you, Katie-bear.”

“I know.” Katie smiled down at her. “Sometimes you’re just such a handful.”

“I know.”

Chapter 2

“Hey. Let’s go to the mall,” Katie offered. “The Christmas decorations and all of that will cheer you up. There’s no way that I’m going to be able to handle you home all week sulking around. At this rate, by Tuesday I’m going to call and demand they open the office back up just so you have somewhere else to go every day!”

Resignedly, Cynthia sighed. “Sure. Let’s go to the mall for a bit.” She stood up, shuffled to the kitchen counter and grabbed her keys.

“N-O! You are NOT going to the mall like that!” Katie demanded.

“Why?”

“An old T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers? You look like a homeless person!”