Christmas Special Day 8

"Are you about ready to go caroling sweetie?" Kevin asks, walking into your room in a full Santa Grinch costume, complete with green hair, painted face, while holding his cock in fuzzy green gloves. He casually grabs the back of your head and drags you towards his crotch. You can't remember the last conversation you had with your father without him forcing his penis into you in some way.

*Ngyunnn* "I'm trying, Daddy..." *Nguk ngyuk* "But couldn't I dress up as Cindy-Lou Who instead of..." *Guk guk guk* "The dog?" You attempt to plead as your dad repeatedly shoves himself into you mouth while you try to speak.

"Cindy-Lou doesn't pull the sleigh, Pumpkin! I've put a lot of thought into our costumes this year!" He exclaims, still pushing himself down your throat, more to stop your whining than for his own sexual gratification.

He inspects your outfit, a tattered wreck of what used to be a normal dog costume, only strategically cut to reveal all of your private parts for easy use, you even tied the giant single antler to the top of your head.

He notices you left out the butt plug tail he gave you and suddenly realizes why you're being such a bitch tonight. He casually begins administering a liquid dose of Christmas cheer to the back of your throat causing you to jump with surprise, but you quickly being chugging his offering while he talks.

"We're going door-to-door caroling for donations tonight, sweetheart!" Your father exclaims, explaining the new tradition you'll be celebrating now that you've turned eighteen as he continues to relieve himself into your gullet. "It's like trick or treating, but for medicine! And it's Christmas! Doesn't that sound fun?"

You're confused about what any of that means, but most of your life these days appears to be nothing more than a thin pretext to shove more strangers' cock into your holes anyway, so you just run with it. Especially now that you've begun chugging a bladder full of holiday spirit. You're already looking forward to it!

"Tell him to change!" Martha commands angrily as she walks into the room wearing an extraordinarily revealing Mrs. Claus outfit, consisting of little more than a red miniskirt with fuzzy white trim that functions more like a belt than a skirt, and a top that ties directly underneath her ample breasts, to prop them up rather than to cover them, with tiny Christmas tree pasties to cover her nipples. "What will the neighbors say?!"

"It's a Dutch Christmas tradition!" Peter says, following closely behind his mother, already balls deep in her asshole as they walk in together. Your brother, much to everyone's shock, appears to be dressed as a jester with big gold earrings, but with his face painted entirely black with red lipstick.

"Peter! Why are you wearing blackface?!" Your father shouts incredulously. "What happened to the Krampus costume I gave you?!"

"It's not blackface, I'm Black Pete!" He retorts, fumbling through his phone to bring up a photo to prove the obscure foreign Christmas tradition is real.

"You're Black Pete?! What the fuck, Peter!? That's not any better!" Kevin yells as he takes your brother's phone and looks over the wiki page for 'Zwarte Piet' he pulled up. Your father pinches the bridge of his nose with a fuzzy Grinch glove in exasperation. "Peter... First of all, we aren't Dutch... And second, you can't just walk around our neighborhood in blackface..."

"We aren't Austrian either, but you want me to be the Krampus! And you're in greenface right now!" Pete quickly replies, showing his father the Grinch face paint he's wearing.

"I don't have time to explain this to you, Pete. Just put on the fucking Krampus mask, we're already running late." Kevin tells him, annoyed. He throws a fuzzy horned mask at your brother while turning his attention back down to you, still kneeling in front of him, happily fellating his semi-flaccid member with drunken enthusiasm while he argues with your brother. "Are you ready to go, Pumpkin?"

"Bow-wow!" you shout, sounding nothing like a dog as you quickly stuff in your butt plug tail with almost no lubrication. Kevin smiles as he fastens a leash to your dog collar and walks you outside to the makeshift Christmas sleigh waiting out in the snow.

Your family steps up into the sleigh while you attach your collar to the yoke in front. Peter and Kevin position themselves on opposite sides of your mother and penetrate her holes, running a train while the riding the sleigh. Daddy begins cracking a whip across your back as he thrusts into her, forcing you to slowly crawl along, dragging the heavy sled through the snow about 50 feet to your nearest neighbor.

After ten minutes or so of **** dragging and unnecessary flagellation you arrive in front of their house and stop so your family can disembark to sing the first carol.

"Juggle balls, juggle balls, in your mother's mouth!
Oh what fun it is to cum,
across her tits and faa-ace!"

"Look, Harold! Carolers! Quick, let's get them a donation!" Your friendly next door neighbor exclaims as she opens the door to your singing family. She drops to her knees and begins expertly sucking her husband's cock while you sing to them.

"We wish your mom would fuck us,
we wish your mom would fuck us,
we wish your mom would fuck us,
we'll cum in her rear!"

By the time you finish the second carol she has milked out a donation into a fancy mug for you to drink. You quickly gulp it down, thanking her and handing back the cup as your family returns to the sleigh. They take opposite ends of Martha and begin whipping you once again as you slowly drag them down the street to the next stop.

"Fuck your mom's ass mouth and pussy, fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la
Her tits are big and cunt is juicy, fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la"

The mother at the next house quickly gets stuffed airtight in the doorway as she solicits donations from the three men of her home for your caroling band. It seems like they were already doing this before you arrived, they just changed intended targets for the impending facial.

"I saw mommy blowing Santa Claus,
underneath the mistletoe last night..."

The three men stand over you and jerk off onto your face, shooting ropes across your tongue as you sing, interrupting the sustained notes with huge jets to the back of your throat as you hold your mouth open. Martha slurps up long white ropes streaked across your cheeks and spits them into your mouth while your family thanks them and begins preparing to move on to the next house.

"Here cums Santa Claus,
Here cums Santa Claus,
right down mother's throat!"

Cassidy and Marcus quickly get to work brutally skullfucking their mother while listening to your family sing to them on the porch. You feel a bit jealous as the twin brothers take turns bouncing their chubby mom's face on their pelvis like they were probably doing before you arrived anyway, but you're already starting to sober up.

"I'm dreaming of a white facial,
Just like the one we gave your mom..."

The twins hand you a cup of about half eggnog/half jizz, which you gulp down gratefully, but you wish they had pissed in it too. Thankfully, Peter takes you aside at the next stop to use your mouth as a urinal while your parents go knock on the door.

"Ugh, that mask is so fucking hot!" Your brother says, ripping off his Krampus mask to get some air while he relieves himself into your mouth. A few moments later a scream rings out as the neighbors catch sight of Pete's painted face. He jumps with surprise, his cock popping out of your mouth and hosing your face as you struggle to catch it again.

"Peter! Put your mask back on!" Your father yells as your mother begins apologizing profusely. He begins struggling to get it back on while continuing to piss on you.

"You're Black Pete! I haven't seen him since I was a little girl!" The kindly old lady exclaims excitedly, approaching your brother as he shakes off his last spurts onto your tongue. She crouches down beside you. "It would be my honor if I could give a blowjob to the great Black Pete!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah... Uh, sure..." Peter offers her his dripping penis which she promptly devours, immediately beginning to give him the award winning sloppy blowjob that has kept her out of a coma all these years, while you and your family resume caroling to her.

"Siii-lent mom,
Hooo-rny mom
All holes filled,
All holes gaped"

Your kindly neighbor expertly massages his shaft with her throat while lapping at his balls until the very last second before his orgasm, pulling back to milk Pete into her mouth and promptly snowballing it into yours as thanks for the song. Your embarrassed parents thank her and apologize again, even though she doesn't understand why, as they return to the sleigh.

"Keep the fucking mask on, Peter." Kevin whispers tersely to your brother as he resumes whipping you down the street while Martha starts going down on him.

"Cum, mom told me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum..."

"All I want for Christmas is your mother's cunt..."

"Suck on my,
suck on my,
suck on my cock..."

The remainder of your trip around the neighborhood passes relatively uneventfully, singing to your neighbors and swallowing their loads. By the time you've traveled the entire cul-de-sac you've received donations milked out from all eight of the mothers that live around you. Your father sings one final Christmas carol:

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, my Daddy gave to me:

Eight Moms a-Milkin'
Seven Sluts a-Slappin'
Six Gangs a-Bangin'
Five Golden Showers
Four Cumming Bros
Three Friends Head
Two Titty Fucks and
A Cumshot in the Pussy